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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:40:03 GMT -5
Segment: "The Confrontation" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Anonymous)
Genocide has been going on for a little while and everyone has seen some stellar matches thus far. But as the saying goes, the best is yet to come. It's not even a match. It's a meeting between two individuals in the ring. There's enough tension for this confrontation.
It's about time these two met face to face.
"Blind" blares through the arena speakers as Rattlesnake walks out to thousands of cheering fans. He walks to the ring with only one thing on his mind, staring whoever that person is right in their face and taking back what is rightfully his.
He climbs into the ring and stands right in the center. Just as he's about to speak, a familiar chant begins. "Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!" With a grin on his face, Rattlesnake holds his hand up to quiet the fans down.
As soon as they go silent, Rattlesnake looks towards the entrance ramp.
Rattlesnake: I simply love that reception. It reminds me of those old glory days. But I'm not here to reminisce. I'm here to see that sorry son of a bitch that has called me out.
Rattlesnake turns toward the entrance ramp. The intense look on his face shows that he's more than ready for this.
Rattlesnake: Now's the time. I'm standing right here. Walk your miserable little ass out here and let's settle this.
The camera pans in on the entrance ramp, but no one shows up.
Rattlesnake: Maybe you didn't hear me clearly. Get your fucking ass out here right now!
"Oh, so tense there Rattlesnake. You should calm down. You'll stress yourself out."
Rattlesnake looks around, but doesn't see anyone out of the ordinary.
"Up here Rattlesnake. I'm right in front of you."
Rattlesnake looks in front of him and sees the mystery person on the AlphaTron.
"There we go. It's about time you showed up. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't."
Rattlesnake: I thought I made myself clear. The two of us in the ring. Not me standing here while you cower in the back like a pussy.
"Oh you did make yourself clear. But I thought I would change the arrangements just slightly. You see, I'm not ready to stand in the ring. There's still 35 days until I make my true appearance. Today is just a teaser for what everyone can expect to see at Fallen Heroes."
Rattlesnake looks irritated. He came looking for a fight and has been denied due to bullshit.
"You don't like it? Well too bad. I'm not going to show up just because you want me to. You'll see me in due time. At Fallen Heroes. You'll be there if you want to get your precious weapon again. But keep one thing in mind, expect the unexpected. You better hope you can see out of the back of your head."
With that last statement, the mystery person disappears from the AlphaTron. Rattlesnake leaves the ring and slowly walks back up the ramp. As he reaches the top, he turns around.
Rattlesnake: If I have to show up at Fallen Heroes for this to end, then you better bet your ass that I'll be there. I will recover my stolen property. I will get my hands on whoever is doing this. I will have my vengeance. The hunt is on and I will strike.
Rattlesnake walks through the back as the camera pans back and fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:40:51 GMT -5
Segment: The Great Pretender (Credit: Flamingo)
The scene opens to Charlotte King dressed to impress at ACW’s Genocide standing in front of a large ACW logo in a terribly industrial looking background commonly referred to as the interview area. Charlotte King: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest tonight is facing BK London in a match that has been months in the making, Adrian Flamingo.
Adrian casually marched up towards Charlotte with a smirk on his face with his uncle at his side. Both men were sporting their ring attires and as usual looked like complete opposite. Mickey sported his big silver robe, sunglasses, and bright pink and black tights. Adrian on the other hand wore his simple black tights, boots, and carried the crowbar that undisputedly gave him the edge in his match tonight. As Charlotte did her best to greet both men with a smile, Adrian gently slid his crowbar underneath her chin until the hooked end was firmly in place on her jaw. Charlotte eyes went wide as Adrian jerked the crowbar in order to get her to look him in the eyes. Adrian Flamingo: Are you nervous, Charlotte?
Charlotte King: No?
Adrian smirked as he giggled under his breath and slid the crowbar back away from her face.
Adrian Flamingo: You should be. Don’t you understand, Charlotte? I’m here, but I’m not all there if you get my drift. I’m the kinda person you can’t trust long enough to take a deep breath because I might rip your chest open and squeeze the air out of your lungs with my bare hands! There are a lot of pretenders in this company, Charlotte, a lot of men who pretend to be champions, witches, millionaires, rock stars, and politicians. In fact when I look at the card for this show, I see so many phonies that I want to shoot ‘em all down like Mark David Chapman! This is no longer the ACW arena in my eyes, this is the Dakota building and all pretentious pretenders are wearing targets on their backs!
Adrian grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and pulled her close to his face so that she was nose to nose with the self-proclaimed human time bomb. Charlotte was uncomfortable, but brave as she stared into the wild eyes of Flamingo. Mickey also seemed to share her discomfort. Whether it was the fact that he was a Beatles fan or the fact that he didn’t like Adrian’s attitude change as of late, Mickey looked very stoic standing beside his nephew.
Adrian Flamingo: See, Charlotte, I’m no pretender; I’m what they call a ticking time bomb, an unpredictable, unstable human being who could blow at any minute! What’s the last thing you wanna do with a ticking time bomb, Charlotte?
Charlotte went to speak but Adrian snatched the microphone away from her. Adrian nodded over to Mickey who wrapped one arm around Charlotte and lead the discomforted interviewer away from the camera.
Adrian Flamingo: You don’t fuck around with a ticking time bomb, BK London! That’s what you’ve been doing for too long now even though I’ve been a gentleman and given you plenty of opportunities to walk away before it got ugly. I broke your leg and let you have months off to think about your actions and reevaluate your life. Instead, you push away your family and torch all of your possessions. You didn’t have to do that BK; you could’ve retired at the top of your game and watched your little girl grow up from the comfort at home. That was opportunity number one, London. Opportunity number two was perhaps the most generous and sacrificial offering that this sport has ever seen, I faked a career-ending injury and my own retirement to open up another exit door for you. All you had to do was walk through that door and leave this business so that we could both end this before it got ugly. You could’ve used this time to reconcile with you wife, maybe even pick up all the pieces from your shattered home so that maybe your precious little daughter won’t grow up to be just like me. Instead, you decide to visit my old home turf of Mexico to figure out it was all a fake. For that, I don’t know whether to hit you or kiss you.
Mickey returned to Adrian’s side and went to whisper in his ear, but was shoved back off camera for his troubles. Mickey attempted to step back and threw a dirty look at his nephew, but Adrian flashed a smile in return as he waved Mickey back off camera. Adrian Flamingo: Thank you, BK London, because by exposing my lie to the world, you also exposed every other lie that I’ve ever told. In short, BK, you gave me the greatest gift of all… freedom to be me. No more pretending, no more wild schemes… just Adrian Flamingo… the one true, honest man in ACW… and I think that’s the worst thing you could’ve done to this company. So BK London, I said that I gave you two opportunities to leave, so now you leave me no choice but to give you a third, involuntary opportunity to leave this business when I PUT you out of it! I started a job at Heatwave that I plan on finishing tonight on Genocide… but I’ve brought a friend that you’re a bit familiar with.
Adrian raised his crowbar up in the air to let the light dimly reflect off of the black paint that covered this. Much like a proud parent, Adrian smugly grinned at his hooked new toy.
Adrian Flamingo: This crowbar can be seen as a symbol for the match we’re going to have tonight, BK, because like a wooden crate I’m going to pry you apart. It won’t end with you either, BK, you won’t be my crowning achievement. No, I may be a ticking time bomb, but I’d like to take it one step further. I’m ACW’s suicide bomber, and I’m stuffing my pockets with nails and screws so that when I DO blow… I take as many people with me as I can!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:41:53 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW International Title Match Fallen Souls vs Danny Mainer (Credit: FSX)
How much entertainment can one take in a single night? After seven matches that have already left many in attendance sapped of their energy and sobbing silently as they are out of breathe from screaming in appreciation for what they've seen, it's hard to believe there are still so many matches left to happen! Not to mention the fact that the following contests happen to be much later in the card and contain stars that have amazing talent that is basically unheard of, and such chemistry too! In fact, one might believe that at least one fan will die of exhaustion from all of the cheering they will need to give! But seeing that can't be helped, it's time for our next match of the evening! The stacked card got quite a bit more stacked when this match was booked late in the month, and though there was little build up made to the contest it is still one of the most anticipated to occur. Probably for the simple fact that the International title is one of the most desired and sought after in ACW, at least in the top 3! Not to mention the fact that both of the men involved in this contest actually happen to have a similar size and style, something that isn't really common for a match involving the likes of Fallen Souls, or even Danny Mainer for that matter. Who does that give an advantage of going in? One has to imagine that FSX will hold one, seeing that he has recently dedicated himself to proving he deserves more respect, though it's become common for people who have recently returned to surprise everyone and win a title...seeing that Phillip is making his way into the ring, let's find out now!
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!
Many in attendance could only be described at giddy over the fact that the International Title match was about to begin, especially considering the wonderful achievement that the Entertainment Title match already was earlier on. Children could be seen giggling with glee, well the elderly curse the fact that it's a match filled with young people, and the teenagers wonder why the elderly are in attendance!
Phillip: Introducing first....
Without any wait, 'Go Crazy' by Armand Van Helden (featuring Majida) begins to play, and Mainer slowly walks out and onto the entrance ramp as he stops to pose for all of his affectionately booing fans. The jeers seem to only bring a smile to his face, as he taunts and teases a few of the fans that are making particular faces at him, or perhaps just cursing loudly. The entourage isn't doing well in the popularity game so far tonight!
Phillip: Your challenger...Hailing from the land of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in this evening at a SCALE SHATTERING 183 POUNDS! He is the King of Vegas, DANNY MAINER!
It's almost a surprise that no one tosses a scale at him from the crowd as he rubs his stomach and almost dances around teasingly at the fact he is so fit, sliding into the ring a moment later just to raise his pinky finger to his mouth, signifying that he is clearly an evil genius that will one day be bald and intimidating. Phillip waits for the crowd to settle down a bit, before continuing on with the introductions...
Phillip: And his opponent..
Without a second to spare, given the length of the song, 'Art of Life' by X Japan begins to play and an incredibly mixed reaction is heard for Fallen. Though no one seems sure whether or not they should be cheering or booing the champion, they are sure that he's earned a reaction none the less. Walking out from the back casually, Fallen doesn't bother to recognize the crowd thus far tonight as he simply holds onto his title and smiles. He doesn't appear to be giving much worry to the match at hand, or is at least confident he can get the job done.
Phillip: He is your current ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!...Hailing from Seoul, South Korea and weighing in tonight at 192 pounds....There is little more that can be said about FAAAALLLEEEN SOOOOUULS!
Danny seems to be watching him intently as Fallen continues his calm stroll down to the ring, stopping at ring side to raise the title belt up proudly to his fans, or at least to those that want it to be shown off tonight, and rolling into the ring. He quickly hands the belt to the referee to raise up once again, before pacing back and forth and watching Mainer, not about to let him get a quick advantage in the contest. Things are going to go his way, and he seems intent on making sure of that! As the referee gives the belt to the time keeper, and Phillip makes his way out of the ring, it's time to get things underway!
Bell Rings.
And we're underway! Things are bound to be exciting and explosive in this match of small, high flying supernova opponents! Why, there won't be a single moment of silence here as everyone will be screaming for more from start to finish! That's what I'd like to say! Unfortunately, Mainer seems to have decided quite early on that he's going to use his ground game to get control of the match early on! That strategy happens to make sense, which is really unfortunate for those that wanted to see people bouncing around every five seconds. Still, it provides great entertainment for those interested in a highly technical contest. Though it isn't Fallen's foray, he soon realizes he has no choice but to keep himself close to the mat and play it safe as Mainer occasionally lunged toward him with various Wrist Lock attempts. One might even call him the King of such a maneuver as he has more variations of it then could be imagined. Whether he be attempting a normal Wrist Lock, a Wrist Lock featuring a swift Elbow Smash, one with a Side Kick our perhaps one with a Wringer Flip is more to your taste? The series of Wrist Locks appears to be working out quite well for him early on, as he has a cool look of confidence on his face as he manages to hit more of them then he doesn't, effectively taking a hold of his own crotch and moonwalking backward after a moment, perhaps trying to be some kind of sluttier Michael Jackson. As Fallen fell back to the mat the last time he only remained there for a single moment, however, and was quick to kip up as he saw Mainer touching himself. Shrugging as he watched him for a moment, he made his way forward to turn the match to his advantage now, hitting a pretty decisive Running Elbow Smash! Cracking Mainer in the face with great success, he doesn't allow him to fall down easy as he is up in the air almost immediately after seeing Danny fall to the mat, and is quite quick to hit the Senton Splash! Letting out a cry and gripping onto his ribs, Fallen rolled back up to his feet and ran back to stomp down on Mainer's face for a few moments, showing off his dominance! He's not about to lose his title to an ego maniac today!
Continuing his stomp festival on Mainer's face, Fallen grinned from ear to ear as it seemed that he had already managed to take Mainer to unconscious land! But things never do look how they seem, and as he stood their with an arm raised he had no way of defending himself from being tripped and taken to the mat himself surprisingly. Not quick to react to the situation, Mainer lept atop his back and began to land some blows to the small of his neck, trying to take out some of the mobility of FSX for later on. Working fists all along his back eventually, he grinned and attempted to lock in the Interrogation 101: Joint Manipulation quickly, though failed to have that much control over Fallen so early on in the contest. A bit disappointed by his failure, he decided quite quickly to go with plan B and quickly locked in a cross arm-breaker, wrenching the maneuver a bit as Fallen struggled to escape it and bring the match back to a vertical base. Failing miserably at first, he tried his best to weasel his way out of the move, or roll the two of them over. As nothing seemed to be working, he decided to try and work out a counter to it on the spot. Beginning to make himself convulse and rock back and forth, he acted almost like a tremor as the odd vibrations causes Mainer to loosen his hold and lose control of the situation, getting a swift elbow to the guy before being kicked away from, and Fallen quickly got back up to his feet! Turning to face Mainer as he got up as well, it seems that the short ground game attack of Danny has managed to do some damage, but in the long run it just wasn't bound to work. So it seems they'll have to do things Fallen way now! As they slowly approached each other it seemed they were trying to fake the other out, hesitating with each punch as they spot one coming at themselves at the same time before going to block, and only managing to kick each other in the shins simultaneously. It almost begins to look as if they are dancing with one another in the ring as they do an almost choreographed display of jabs and kicks, hitting each other at just about the same time over and over with a wide array of maneuvers. It appears almost as if Mainer gains the advantage as he utilizes his kick boxing abilities, before Fallen uses his great eye poking abilities to keep things level. Both men stare to each other, before leaping up to attempt flipping dropkicks! Unfortunately, they both did it at the same time, thus missing...sure looked cool, though.
As they both seemed distraught and confused as to what had just happened, they stumbled to their feet and glared death at one another, almost as if this was the stare down portion of the match! As they tried to kill each other with their eyes, Fallen was the first to decide using his physical strength to do so instead. How is that, exactly? With AWESOME POWER! Running up to Mainer as he continued to try and use his amazing staring abilities to win the match, Fallen grabbed Mainer in a hug!...Aww.....A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX HUG! Hitting the move without any real trouble, Fallen wastes no time at all getting back to his feet and moving to pick Mainer back up as well, not about to give him a second of rest or recovery, instead grabbing him and hitting a quick DDT. As Mainer became a bobble head for a moment after his head bounced off the mat, Fallen took a hold of him and pulled him up again, taking a moment to pose to some of his adoring fans this time around and hitting a JUMPING PILEDRIVERRRRR! Now that is a good series of power attacks! Slumping down in a heap of pain in the ring, Mainer doesn't seem to know just where he is anymore as Fallen paces back and forth and appears to be waiting for him to get up. Maybe he will apologize for causing him such brutal pain! As Danny slowly gets back up to his knees and shakes his head to regain his senses, he doesn't even manage to return to his feet before Fallen runs over to him and crouches down, wrapping his arms tightly around him and lifting him up to literally toss him back with a German suplex! Mainer almost seems to let out a cry as he flies through the air for a moment and lands with a thud, Fallen taking the moment to lay down and catch his breathe as he used quite a bit of energy to toss Mainer around like a rag doll. If things keep going this way, however, Fallen won't need to store much energy at all to finish off this match!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:42:45 GMT -5
Following his short rest, Fallen take in a deep breathe and returns to his feet as several in attendance are still cheering from him from the earlier display of power. Taking a moment to bow to some of his fans and give a little bow, Fallen turns to see that Mainer has begun to recover a bit and is slowly making his way back to his feet. Not about to let things be that easy for him, a grinning FSX wastes no time rushing across to ring to plant a knee into the side of Mainer's head, sending him back down to the mat in a cry. Not about to waste any amount of time, Fallen decides to use his own ground game now, as if to mock Mainer for what he attempted to do earlier on, and takes a hold of his legs. Struggling with them for a moment, he eventually manages to gain control of them and slowly begins to turn over Mainer, managing to lock in the Souls of Insanity in a sloppy fashion a moment later. His hold on the submission maneuver proves to be incredibly weak as Mainer wastes no time struggling out of the move, only to turn and launch up at him to lock on the cross arm-breaker once again. Though having little trouble escaping him on this occasion, Fallen looks quite paranoid as he leaps away from Danny, staring back at him as he wonders how he just burst out and into a submission so fluidly. Not about to spend too much of his time being impressed, he quickly hops back to his feet and waves for Mainer to stand up as well, allowing him a chance to redeem himself and take over the pace of the match for himself once again. Waiting patiently as Mainer stood up and began to walk toward him, Fallen prepared to dodge just about everything! Well, everything but a swift kick to the shin, anyway. Jumping on one foot upon impact, Fallen looked to Mainer quite irritated before being dropped to the mat with a quick Swinging Neckbreaker. Though not the most effective move in the world, it succeeds in immobilizing Fallen for the moment and allows Mainer the opportunity to run up the turnbuckle. But for what? Fallen would soon receive an answer as he returned to his feet and turned toward him, letting out a gasp as Mainer appears to become Super Mario for the moment and hits a double foot stop onto Fallen as he stood up. It's quite clear that he has been keeping healthy with mushrooms! Following the awkward looking leap, Mainer decides that may of been enough of an impact to call for a three count, and decides to go for the first pin of the night.
One..................
TWOOOOOOOOO.....
That's that. Cursing himself silently at only managing to get a two count, the almighty King of Vegas is fast back to his feet and ready for his turn to control the tempo of the match! A smirk clearly on his face now as he catches he breathe, he waits for Fallen to return to his feet before commencing on what he must believe to be the beat down to end all beat downs. It all starts the most natural way that Mainer can imagine beginning an attack as he uses some of his brawling ability to make Fallen even more vulnerable! This is displayed through a series Snapping Jabs and Twisting Rights! He manages to hit a quick Elbow Shot and Knee Shot as he proves that he knows how to be a kick boxer deep down, grinning as Fallen stumbles forward to attempt a clothesline, only to be ducked, and turn around into a JUMPING BACK KICK! Mainer doesn't even need to be looking to know how to kick Fallen onto his ass it seems! Letting out a groan as he falls into the ropes, Fallen tries his best to stay on his feet as he wasn't quite sure where he was. Mainer simply stares at him for a moment before watching him slowly slide down to the ground and laughs to himself openly, giving a quick little pose to the audience before going to drag Fallen back to his feet. Letting him stand their and wonder where he is for a moment, Mainer simply shakes his head in disgust before hitting a quick Vertical Suplex, holding him in the air for quite awhile before letting him fall back to the ground. It seems almost as if Mainer can do no wrong as he returns to his feet, watching Fallen intently as he awaits the champion to get back up. Perhaps it was finally time for him to hit some more intense moves. Slowly returning to his feet, Danny reaches forward to hit some sort of German Suplex variation but isn't able to grab a hold of Fallen, who finds himself stumbling in the direction of the corner. Confused as to what he's up to, Mainer hesitantly gives chase to him, quite aware of the Launch Kick maneuver Fallen was known to do. Seeing him begin to run up the turnbuckles, Mainer stopped in his tracks and grinned, waiting for Fallen to fall on his ass. Realizing he wasn't still being chased, however, Fallen instead launches himself back off to the top rope. Clearly surprised by his change of plans, Mainer makes no move to avoid Fallen as he comes flying right back into him, taking them both down to the ground in a fuss.
How much more can either man honestly still have left in them at this point? Working over each other for such a long time has left both men exhausted on their feet, and as they stare over at each other one might believe there is a silent respect that is unspoken. One might be wrong, but who knows? Trying to keep a stable base well planning a root of attack, FSX stumbles over to Mainer to ensure he doesn't allow his challenger to capture control of the contest during this sensitive period, swinging at him weakly a few times as he was easily dodged. It seems that Danny does indeed hold an advantage at the moment, at least in terms of energy, and he appears intent to use it as he quickly nails Fallen with a few swift knees that may be even more effective due to their placement on his injured ribs, nearly leading Fallen to fall over himself as he gasped and clutched at them. With FSX in such a vulnerable state, Mainer seems to have no trouble at all taking a good hold of his hair and pulling him up close into a clinch, working him over with more of his intense kick boxing strikes before dropping him with a Superkick, in a series known to the common man as Reality Bites. Falling back to the ground without much of a fuss, Fallen can only groan in pain as he clutched his head, trying to rest up a moment before getting back in the fray of things as he is clearly lacking any form of energy right now. Instead of going on the immediate attack this time around, or attempting a pin, Mainer instead decides to wait for Fallen to return to his feet, watching the champion closely as he begins to stir before beginning to stalk him in a fashion that would make TNT proud. Slowly but surely Fallen got back to his feet.....to be brought down immediately by a suplex, Diamond City style! Not getting a moment to prepare himself for the impact this time around, FSX simple crashed into the mat in an ugly heap and let out a cry as he shook there for a moment. What hilarious pain. Deciding this time that it was better for him to immediately take advantage of the situation, Mainer was quick to drop down to the mat and work Fallen over once again with a variation of the Cross Arm-breaker, leading Fallen to struggle about for a few moments before forcing his way out of the maneuver as he had before...through a tremor effect!
Though shaking violently isn't an ideal way to escape a hold, it seems to be working well for Fallen Souls tonight! He'd already done it to Mainer on a few separate occasions, and without a doubt this will leave him questioning whether or not the Vegas Vice will work for him later on. Perhaps taking a moment too long to think about it, when Mainer looked to take down Fallen easily once again he wasn't given the chance too, and instead found himself being punched rapidly in the face, over and over. One may think this is a game of mortal kombat based off the number of successful shots that Fallen landed with Mainer unable to pull off a block, and the fact that he just stood their wobbling back and forth afterward would only further prove the point that he was knocked senseless. Does that mean it's time for Fallen to finish him? Maybe it should be, but instead of attempting to Fallen instead kneed Danny in the gut and hit a quick Evenflow DDT. Though this move was once regularly used as a finisher by the champion, he doesn't appear to trust it to put anyone away now and is quick to lift Mainer back up to his feet well he was dazed by the maneuver. Hitting a few knees consecutively into the stomach of his opponent, Fallen pointed up to the sky for a brief moment as Mainer found himself leaned over and clutching onto his gut, before running into the ropes and coming back with the massive hang time move that is known simple as the Silence Scissor Kick! However, it seems that Fallen got more hang time then he bargained for and Mainer had little trouble moving out of the way before Fallen could nail the move. Quite surprised, but not fazed by the fact that he missed, FSX was quick to land on his feet and turn back toward the challenger, intent on still taking him down with one of his favorite moves. On this occasion he wouldn't get the chance though, as Mainer had the ring presence to hit an Implant DDT. Though the DDT has been used well thus far, it doesn't change the fact it was used to perfection once again and Fallen crashed to the mat. Deciding on a different approach this time around, Mainer quickly returned to his feet and stood with his back to Fallen, looking over his shoulder before hitting a standing variation of the Falling from Grace. Able to hit the move with little problem, he hooked the leg tightly and hoped he had done enough to take the match, which he very well might of!
One...........................
Two...........................................................
Thre.....................................................................typo? Nope, kick out!
With a burst of energy FSX managed to shoot up an arm and get out of the pin, though that was basically all he was able to do. Frustrated with the fact that he had kicked out, but not about to give up the clear advantage that he held at the moment in the match, Mainer groaned and reached down to lift up Fallen once again. Instead of managing to lift him back up to a standing base, however, Fallen shot up his arms like a demon child and took a quick hold of Danny, bringing him down in a small package DDT! It sure does seem as if DDTs are the one and single consistent theme of this match! Crashing down in a slump, Fallen tried to turn the move right into the small package pin, but wasn't able to control Mainer's body weight enough at the moment to hold onto the maneuver and had no choice but to let him go. Deciding it was best to try something else given that case, Fallen lazily returned to his feet and raised an arm to some of his fans, before slowly bringing up the fallen form of Mainer. What would be done next? Something with a great impact? Something to end the match suddenly? Something to insult his opponent? The latter, of course. Taking a good look at Mainer as he held him there, a smirk came to Fallen's face as he wrenched back an arm and sent it launching forward...WITH A SLAP! Shocked as his head span to the side, Mainer seemed to be revitalized as he looked to Fallen with anger, trying to reach out and grab him as he yelled obscenities at the direction of his opponent. Simply laughing at the words of his challenger, FSX ducked as Mainer launched a clothesline at him, only to turn and hit the Soul Digger this time around. Though seeming to struggle as he started it off, Fallen didn't have that much trouble delivering the move after he managed to get Danny into the air, however weakly holding onto the powerbomb pin as he nearly fell atop him. On the top of his game tonight, the referee wastes no time at all dropping to the mat to make the count! Is this it?
ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
....TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
.........THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:43:19 GMT -5
…Is what the referee would of ended up counting if Fallen managed to hold onto the pin. Unfortunately, he simply didn't have the raw energy necessary to remain in such a position at this point in the match and found himself slumping over as he let go of it, cursing himself silently as he fell down to the mat next to Mainer and laid there, catching his breathe for one of the first times in the match. Many in attendance seem disappointed that Fallen failed to get the victory there, though it really comes to little surprise as he hasn't managed to be incredibly effective thus far tonight, as if something was off. The obvious thing is to blame busy work, or Jon Taylor. Either way, pointing the finger of blame will do no good tonight. Instead the goal will have to be to steal the victory away before he becomes completely exhausted in the ring. Both men lie there for a moment as the referee begins the ten count, only to be stopped almost immediately when both men suddenly shoot back to their feet. Is this the second wind of them both? Odd that it would happen at the exact same time, isn't it? Regardless, they both immediately approached each other in an attempt to regain the advantage and flow of the contest. It looked almost as if two gladiators were battling in the ring as rights and lefts flew forth into the other man, sending them both rocking back simultaneously, only to approach each other again. They appeared to be in a stalemate as far as their brawling abilities were concerned at this point, which led both men to attempt an array of their signature maneuvers! First to attempt would be Mainer, who launched himself forward in a bid to nail the ManBear Plex. He managed to take hold of Fallen in the bear hug position, before swiftly being head butted and losing his grip. A moment after rubbing his forehead, Fallen was the next to go for something as he tried to hit the Eastern Promises! Unfortunately, he was only able to send Mainer into the air for a moment and feel an elbow clock him on the side of the head, falling to the ground as Mainer fell back down to his feet, like some kind of evil cat! Attempting to get back to his feet before anything could happen to him on the mat, Fallen succeeded! ...Only to let Mainer bring him down now with the Mainer Airlines: 1st Class! His back of his head smacking down into the mat, things weren't looking good for Fallen...
Trying to think fast and decide what would be best to do next on the champion, Mainer began to pace back and forth as he pondered if he could take out Fallen when he got back to his feet. It seemed as if he could, based off the lock that was currently on the face of the champion, though who knows what might happen if he gets over eager. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that he would have to use the entirety of his skills and make perfectly sure that he could manage a pin before attempting another one. He seemed to be just so proud of himself for having a plan, that he forgot he couldn't pause the match to come up with it! Such a wide smile blatantly brandished on his face, he turned with a happy grin to see Fallen standing there. Before he could do anything to dodge the impending attack, he felt FSX throw a quick jab to his throat to immobilize him, before hitting the beautiful RAINBOW S-T-O! Crashing down to the mat in a wonderful display from the colorful attack, Fallen was very eager to drag Mainer back to his feet and readily hit him with another move, as he seemed to have a plan in mind as well. Taking a hold of his arm he looked to whip him into the turnbuckle, instead running with him the entire way was he pushed him along and rammed him chest into the corner, quickly grabbing him from behind and on this occasion managing a successful Eastern Promises. Delaying until the last possible second, he let Mainer's head snap back as it hit the mat, perhaps breaking his neck in the process! Though, really, he probably didn't. Seeing that Mainer was down and effectively out for the count, Fallen looked quite giddy as he could easily go for the pin! But instead of just hoping onto him and hooking the leg for the likely three, he decided to make sure he'd get it by risking his own body! That's right, it's time to defy death! Taking a look at Mainer to make sure he wasn't just playing possum, Fallen quickly made his way up the turnbuckle and gave a mocking little taunt of 'The Maine Event' with the exception of the strutting, before diving off the top to actually NAIL the Defiance of Death Corkscrew Moonsault! Seeing little else that could be done to better this current series of moves, Fallen used a good bit of his energy to hook both legs in the pin!
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Just a two? Really? Rather then being a near fall on this occasion, the referee, who is doing a fantastic job thus far tonight, managed to notice that Mainer's foot was under the bottom rope! Just Fallen's luck! With a bit of a fuss, Fallen glared at the competent referee for a moment before taking a hand full of Mainer's hair and dragging him back up to his feet. What else would he possibly still do to the challenger? His finishers, of course! But would they work? Deciding he was best off working over Mainer a bit longer, he took a grip on his face. Staring into his eyes for a moment, FSX seemed almost to snarl as he dropped him with a claw slam, and slammed his head into the mat again and again a few times afterward, not about to just let Mainer rest without a concussion. Following a few more drops, and effectively using his head as a basketball for a few seconds, he rolled his opponent onto his stomach. Looks like Fallen is trying out some sort of submission! Clamoring onto Mainer's back, he took a hold of his arms before locking in his own version of the cross arm-breaker! Likely just doing this to get back at Mainer for torturing him with the maneuver earlier on, he seemed to lock it in quite tightly and really wrench at the hold. Would Mainer end up tapping out, however? I can't help but doubt it. Stretching himself out as he puts in as much torque as he possibly can in the move, he let out a gasp and began to shift back and forth as Mainer began to use the same tremoring method of escape that Fallen had earlier. Seeing that it hasn't failed yet, this is no different as Mainer manages to escape and roll away from Fallen for a moment to recover. Not about to let him get away that easy, he made his way over to him to stop him from escaping the ring and pull him back to the center of it, quickly lifting Mainer back to his feet as he likely desired, and immediately attempting to hit the Soul Transfer. Danny isn't about to be taken out just yet, however, rolling off of Fallen's shoulders and taking a run into the ropes. Irritated, FSX can only turn to attempt to stop him from doing whatever it is that he is planning to do, but it was too late. Trying to lift up his arms to block the blow, Fallen doesn't manage to get them there in time and is hit suddenly by the Las Vegas Blackout, falling to the ground in a heap as Mainer dived atop him and hooked the leg. He had him in the middle of the ring! How perfect!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:44:04 GMT -5
The count appears to be a three for a moment, before the referee waves his arms and makes a motion to state that Fallen got his shoulder up in the nick of time. That lucky bastard! Mainer looks to the referee in a state of shock and stares to him blankly, getting up and immediately rushing over to argue the count with him as he believes that he should be the new International Champion right now! Clearly appearing to be frustrated, he shakes his head at the situation and turns to continue his efforts against Fallen Souls. Seeming to begin snickering to himself, he lifts up the limp form of Fallen and shows off the ugly looking wound around his left eye, blood seeming to pour out of it as he was held there limply. Yelling at the referee to call for the bell and end this match before he blinded Fallen forever, the referee seems to be contemplating it before Fallen launches an elbow into Mainer's stomach and leaps up into the air in place, hitting a variation of the Silence Scissor Kick with much less emphasis on the hang time. Though he seems distraught and lost in the ring as he likely can only see out of one eye at the moment, he pats around on the ground and eventually lifts up the dazed and damaged form of Mainer, quickly lifting him up to hit a Soul Transfer!....and he manages to hit it, too! Has this match made a sudden turn in his favor? Sitting on his knees as he doesn't seem to be completely sure as to whether or not he hit the maneuver, he wipes the blood from his eye and takes note that Mainer is down and out for the moment. Looking to pin him at first, he hesitates and instead returns to his feet, rushing over to the ropes to hit his new version of the Frozen Motion! Following the second springboard and the fact that Mainer still remained motionless in the ring, many could only look on in shock as Fallen flew through the air and landed with a huge impact on his challenger, pretty much immediately hooking both legs as the referee dropped down to make what would very likely be the final count of the night. Another good win for FSX!
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Three.............--- WHAT? NO?!
Upon feeling his body move and Mainers arm shoot up into the air, Fallen stared blankly at the referee before looking down as he had effectively had both of his finishers kicked out of at once by a man that seems to REALLY want to win the International Title! Looking clearly frustrated and angry with what had just happened, Fallen pounds the mat over and over as he curses at the fact that he hasn't managed to put Danny away, not sure what he has to do if his finishers won't even work for him! Continuing to slam his fists angrily into the mat, Fallen can only shake his head with a sigh as he reached to lift Danny back to his feet once again. Instead of doing that however, another idea must of came to his mind as he suddenly dropped back down to the mat! Wait, that's not an idea...not an idea at all! No, it seems that Mainer has suddenly grabbed hold of Fallen and managed to lock him in the Vegas Vice! Gasping and beginning to struggle immediately as Mainer pulled him into the move, he pushed and squirmed about before seeming to fall limp and his struggling grew weak. It seemed that Mainer had locked the move in tightly, and though he may not have the energy remaining to give the maneuver as much of a tight squeeze as he could, it was still a very effective looking hold. As he stretched out a bit and wrenched the move more and more, Fallen seemed to jump on himself and spasm as he tried his best to tremor out of the move, as he'd managed before with the cross arm-breakers. But it soon would become obvious that this was a completely different situation as Fallen couldn't manage to do so, and the look of sheer pain on his face would tell so many stories of what was going through his mind. Would he tap out and allow himself to fight another day, or do whatever it took to hold on to the title? Looking as if he was about to surrender to the move, many were on their feet and ready to cheer thunderously for a new champion. However, remembering how things had gone the last time he lost the title and how he had simply given up to fight another day, a look of confidence broke through that of pain and Fallen began to struggle with all he had once again! Seeing that Mainer didn't have the energy to have the perfect lock with the move, and that he could hardly defend against a large amount of struggling, he eventually found his hold looser and looser before Fallen was finally able to escape it and squirm free, groaning and crying out in sheer pain as he finally was.
Now it was once again an even playing field! Both of their finishers have failed them at one point or another, and they are both left in a desperate situation where they have no idea of what will bring them victory! Could anything, at this point? Or is it simply a game of outlasting the other now? By the look on both of their faces it may just be the latter, as they've both gave basically all they could toward the International Title. Looking to each other for a moment as they both struggle to their feet, Fallen lets out a sigh as he gets up first, only to drop back down to his knees and duck as Mainer suddenly ran over to hit the Las Vegas Blackout once again! Missing on this occasion, Mainer is unable to stop himself from clocking the unlucky referee and sending him flying over the top rope in an incredibly painful looking heap. Ouch for sure. Looking around confused as he saw that the referee was gone, Mainer looked over the top rope for a moment before turning around and suddenly being hit once again by the Soul Transfer! Unable to stop him once again, Danny could only fall in a painful pile as Fallen hooked both legs and finally seemed to of won the match! One, two, three, four, five......why must the referee not be alive? Or ready to make the count, anyway. Looking quite disappointed, Fallen moves to sit on his knees with a sigh as he isn't quite sure what he can do now. Taking a moment to once again wipe the blood from his eye, he doesn't notice as Mainer returns to his feet before he's hit in the other eye with a swift kick, toppling him back down to the mat as a small trickle of blood begins to drizzle from it now. Fallen is left crying bloody tears tonight. Holding onto his face, Mainer looks around for the referee once again...before an idea strikes him...A DEVIOUS IDEA!
But what was it? Why, the most devious of all ideas! WEAPONS! The little cheater inside of Mainer can't help but think it is the perfect way to take the win in what has otherwise been quite the clean and fair match between the two. Rolling out of the ring, Mainer waves off the time keeper and takes his chair. What could he be planning to do with it, however? Rolling back into the ring, he sets up the chair so that it may be sat in and has a seat, staring at Fallen as he waits for him to recover. Well, I guess there isn't any ill intent after all! As Fallen groggily returns to his feet, Mainer smirks as he stumbles back and forth slowly and tries his best to regain his balance. Unfortunately, he'll never get the chance, and even more unfortunately it seems that Danny intends to cheat after all. Taking a hold of Fallen's head as he stumbles over to him, he quickly jumps up to hit the INSAAAAAANE BLADERS SUNRISE, crushing Fallen's head into the set up chair with the Tornado DDT. As his face is effectively broken, forever, Fallen spasms and rocks back and forth in a little pool of blood, as Mainer tosses the chair out of the ring and grins from ear to ear as a referee runs down the ramp, apparently having not noticed what had just happened. Rolling Fallen onto his back and hooking both legs, the fresh referee slides into the ring to make the count. This can't honestly be how things end!!
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Phillip: ...The winner of this match, and NEW International Champion, DANNY MAAAAAAINEEEER!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:44:48 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Killing Caitlynn Pt. X (Credit: Mainer)
The crowd is cheering loudly as Danny has won the International Title in a HYOWGE match with Fallen Souls. Danny clutches onto the title stumbling back into the corner of the ring with a smile on his face and he stands triumphant as he did in one shot what some people couldn’t do in 8. Danny holds the belt up in the air as the crowd cheer but suddenly there’s booing as a huge pair of hands wrap around his ankles. Danny looks down to see these huge shackles wrap around his leg and before he knows what he’s doing he gets NAILED with a Huge Turnbuckle Clothesline [Crash] by a tall, bulky figure with black hair. Danny stumbles drunkenly out of the corner, his title draped across the floor in the corner. Danny stands dead centre in the clutching his face as this dark-haired warrior bounces off the ropes before nailing Danny in the head with a HUGE Running Big Boot [Bang]. Danny lies flat in the centre of the ring, his arms spread out in exhaustion after the classic match he just won.
This huge monstrous assailant then rebounds off the next along set of ropes before leaping a good two feet in the air before slamming knee first into the skull of Mainer. This huge figure then gets up walking back into the corner with a smile on his face as he prepares to make the final move. Danny sits up rubbing his face in agony before slowly pushing himself to his feet as the attacker stands behind him with a glaring look. The figure the lunges forward grabbing Danny before hoisting him up for a Suplex before slamming him down with The Hollywood 911 [Chokeslam Backbreaker Combo, pronounced Nine One One, Not Nine Eleven]. Danny lies motionless after getting dropped by The Giant man and after he finishes his brutal assault he then invites the pair of hands that held Danny in place to enter the ring. A huge man, no smaller then 6’9 slides into the ring. Built like a brick wall he has an angry expression on his face. The big man has brought a microphone with him in his right hand and Danny’s just won International Title in his left. The huge second man drops the title over his chest before handing the mic to his smaller accomplice, assumedly the ring leader.
?-?-?: The past always comes back to kick you in the ass Danny, and that’s what I, your former best friend Jared Lakes just did to you. I dunno if you can hear me now after I damn near shattered your spine just then but all I can say now is that your days as an In-Ring competitor are numbered…
The crowd boo loudly as Jared spreads his arms looking bending over the unconscious Danny.
Hollywood 911: Jared Lakes: You treated us like shit Danny while you went on your way to the big time and NOW look at you? You’re unable to get up even on the proudest night of your career and why? Because I’m BETTER then you. Growing up, I always had your back Danny, if we got caught by people while we were screwing around doing something we shouldn’t I ALWAYS took the rap and what’d you have to go and do Danny? Sell me out for some bitch. Where is she now anyways Danny? I don’t see you and her hanging out like the old days… where the fuck is she NOW? I promise you Danny, screwing over me and Jesse will be THE LAST mistake you’ve ever made. I told you I DON’T FORGIVE and bitch, I DAMN SURE DON’T FORGET. You better be prepared for what the cards hold for your future Danny as all I can predict is pain and suffering… no matter where you go, who you face, I WILL break you and I will strike. I am Hollywood 911 and THIS is my own little taste of redemption. Fear me Danny because when I’m done you’re going to be leaving in an ambulance. Me and Jesse Jones, your old friend here are going to give you Hell as you know it. Prepare for Pain Danny… prepare to dial NINE. ONE. ONE.
Joyride by Da Shootaz hits the speakers as Jared & Jesse leave the ring behind leaving FSX in amazement at what just happened and Danny motionless in the ring.
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:45:17 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): The Note - Redux (Credit: Hunter)
He sighs. It quite simply is not the same thing when compared to the Senatorial Office. Although the entire first half of his career was spent in a fairly small room designed for only one person, he has recently gotten used to the gargantuan size of the Senatorial Office. Not that he would actually do anything to gain entrance to it again. He knows full well that the reason behind his gradually approaching match goes well above anyone's general level of comfort in a locker room. He looks up at the clock with a slight yawn. No doubt it will be time soon. He proceeds to recline slightly on the couch and look at the ceiling silently, his eyes trailing off, his eyelids gradually becoming heavier. He shakes it off, but eventually he succumbs to the weight and shuts his eyes, entering an almost dream-like trance. But no peace lasts, as he has learned time and time again.
Knock, Knock.
His eyes instantly shoot open, but it takes him a few moments to properly react and get off of his couch. He knows precisely who is waiting for him on the other side of the door, and with a dismissive yawn he opens the door. But the hall is empty. He looks to his left and to his right, yet there are no wandering souls to stop. He raises his eyebrow slightly; after all, this would probably be the time that one of the stage hands would tell him to report to the ring, but they never do it in this manner. He shrugs, figuring he just dreamed it, and then spots a brown square taped to his door with one very simply word scrawled on it.
"HUNTER"
He looks at it suspiciously, but after a few moments he unpeels it from the door and reenters his locker room, shutting the door behind him. He looks over the envelope and shakes it, and this mild tampering continues for a few minutes before he finally unpeels the envelope. He pulls out the sole contents of the envelope, that being a small yellow piece of paper, folded up twice. He drops the envelope and unfolds the yellow piece of paper, and then reads it slowly.
His heart stops.
He rereads the paper over and over again, reading it from every position, attempting to make sense of it in any way that he can. He flips it over to see if there are any more details, and when he finds none, he looks back at the front and rereads it again. He shakes his head, full of disbelief and nothing else. He drops onto the couch again, but this time he cannot bring his head up at all past the eye level of the note. He closes his eyes and attempts to hold back the emotions he knows this will drain from him, but he finds it difficult. He rocks back and forth repeatedly...until it happens again.
Knock, Knock.
He drops the note and charges at the door, his eyes far from dry, and instantly throws open the door with such force that it bounces off the wall and hits him in the side, an action that he completely ignores. Before him stands a terrified stage hand, awkwardly raising a clipboard before his face, as if it would be enough to stop Hunter's strength. Hunter quickly recoils back into the room as the stage hand slowly lowers the clipboard.
Stage Hand: It's...it's time for your match, Mr. Hunter...
Hunter simply stares at him, and after a quick moment of silence he simply nods twice. The stage hand does nothing for a few moments as well, and then quickly turns away and rushes down the hall. Hunter looks down at the note, slightly crumbled on the couch, and then grabs it and stuffs it back into the envelope. He then stuffs this into his nearby dufflebag and slings it over his shoulder before exiting the locker room and shutting the door behind him. He briefly looks back at the door, his eyes carefully focusing on the spot where he saw the note. He closes his eyes with a deep sigh, and then quickly disappears down the hallway.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:45:54 GMT -5
Segment: "The Knockdown" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Anonymous)
After leaving the ring, Rattlesnake walks back through the corridor, irritated at what's happened.
Rattlesnake: I can't believe this. I come out here and this happens. What else could happen tonight?
Those words were like a cue. An item strikes the back of Rattlesnake's head and knocks him down. Everyone's favorite mystery person kneels down next to Rattlesnake with the Skullcracker in their hand.
"Then again I'd always make an exception for you. You wanted to confront me? Say what you want to now?"
Rattlesnake doesn't respond. He's unconscious, in case you didn't know.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? You sure can talk big, but when it comes to confrontations, you keep quiet. Vision of Greatness? More like Vision of Weakness. I can't believe someone like you can be so well liked."
Anonymous looks at the Skullcracker and then back at Rattlesnake.
"Is this really what you were after? Is getting this back what means most to you? This piece of wood and barbed wire? If this means more to you than the ACW Championship, then you definitely are more pathetic than I initially thought."
Anonymous tosses it to the ground.
"Take it. Go back to being a retired has-been. Make yourself useful and stay away from this place. You make me sick."
Anonymous stands up and walks away. While that happens, Rattlesnake manages to move his hand and grabs the Skullcra...Snakequalizer.
Rattlesnake: An...eye...for...an...eye...and-
Cobra: Rest now. Let me handle this.
The scene fades with the EMTs checking on Rattlesnake.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:47:02 GMT -5
Segment: Great Space War Part 1B: Lift Off. (Credit: Thunder Train) One week later....
Now, we are outside the building where the men met a week ago and first heard about their mission. There is a giant spaceship now sitting behind the building. We now know the building is in the middle of nowhere away from any form of civilization. The men are entering and exiting the ship putting their bags and other luggage on it. One man however, isn't moving at all. He is a fairly muscular, tall man with a hat and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He seems to be just staring at the landscape and mountains in the distance, leaning against a wall. Another man who looks concerned walks up to him. Man: Hey man...are you alright? Other Man: Yeah...it's just....just I don't really understand why I have to do this. This is the most bizarre thing that I have ever heard of. Man: Yeah, I don't really like it either. But unfortunately we don't have a choice. Hey, I'm John No by the way. Other Man: You can just call me X nice to meet you. The two shake hands then John leans against the wall also.John: Yeah..it doesn't help that our captain seems to be a complete egotistical bastard. X: Heh...I'm not too worried about it. If he screws up I'm sure one of the other nine of us could handle the situation. I just want to get this over with and go to see my son. John: So your a father? X: Soon to be. Right before I left my wife found out she was pregnant. I'm expecting this to be done with soon after he's born. But I would much rather spend my time with my wife.... Just then the captain appears from inside the building and starts walking toward the ship. He begins a speech and so the two men walk over. However, they are only able to catch the end of the speech.Zapp: Which is how I defended the future from hostile ice cream cones. Now, that has nothing to do with this mission. I just felt you would enjoy that. Men follow me onto the ship! Zapp walks up into the ship as do the rest of the men. They all get inside then Zapp continues talking.Zapp: You see since I am the only one that knows how this ship actually works, two of you will fly it as I sit behind you and watch you...and criticize every move that you make. Now who wants to volunteer? Nobody moves....Zapp: Fine...I select the two guys standing in front of the rest of you. Take your stations soldiers. The two guys in front groan then sit down at the controls.Zapp: Now everyone, while they get familiar with the controls I suggest the rest of you grab the rest of your things and get onto the ship because tonight we fly! The rest of the men leave the ship and grabs the bags and pack up the ship. John and X are hesitant to grab anything but eventually go along with them. X obviously wants to be somewhere else. He knows he has a mission and will do whatever it takes to complete it as soon as possible.
Later That Night..
Its about 1 AM in the middle of the southwest of the USA. Nothing is moving but the ship is getting ready to take off. All the final preparations are made and Zapp gets ready to take control.Zapp: Men at controls are you ready? Men: Yes captain. Zapp: Then lets start the completely unnecessary countdown. 100...99....98....97...96...95...94...93....*a minute and a half later*10...9...8...7....6...5...4...3...2..1.BLAST OFF! The ship blasts into the sky releasing an explosion on the land. What they were not expecting however was a group of pedestrians to see them. They saw the ship fly into the air and many others as well. The calls are immediately sent in about UFOs coming to Earth. Little do the people know, the ship that just took off has the entire human population's fate resting on its shoulders. And with Zapp Brannigan as a captain, do they have any hope of succeeding? Well of course they do or else you wouldn't be reading this. An even better question would be...."How did they win with Zapp Brannigan as a captain?" Well that question will be answered soon enough....
Fade out...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:49:57 GMT -5
Match 9: Falls Count Anywhere Match The Senator vs. Hunter (Credit: Senator/Hunter)
Maxwell McNally: This is a match that has apparently been quite some time in the making...although everyone, perhaps even the competitors themselves, did not realize this until the previous Monday night.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: You better believe that, Maxie, Andrew Hunter and Old Man Phillips both have let that pent up aggression build up for so long that it just had to explode like a pocket of magma being pushed up through the crust since there’s nowhere left for it to go!
McNally: Thank you, Eddie, for that delightful scientific commentary…as for this match, you have two very competent technicians who have faced many times, they know each other’s moves as well as their own, they were once tag team champions, and have been in the same group for the better part of their ACW career. Hunter and Phillips, however, have always approached their conflicts in the past with a mutual respect, and a sense for sportsmanship. This time, that gentlemanly attitude goes right out the window, and the stipulations only aggravate this.
Edison: Hey, what’s the odds that we’ll have to get a new table before this match is over?
McNally: Quite high, I might reckon.
Before long, “Hail to the Chief” plays over the PA, and a quite grumpy looking Senator Steve Phillips walks out into the ACW Arena.
Phillip Jones: Announcing first, for this Falls Count Anywhere match, the leader of the Senatorial Stable, and former ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
Phillips walks down to the ring, with little fanfare and a rather negative reaction from the fans, which he merely brushes off, as he steps in. "1776" hits the speakers in a matter of seconds, but it takes the aforementioned person a bit longer than this to appear on the stage. But when he does, the fans politely applaud him, although there are still many boos to be found. He looks down at his feet solemnly, not looking as cocky as most people would think he would look.
Phillip: Announcing next former leader of the Senatorial Stable, and TWO time ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Andrew Hunter!
He slowly walks down the ramp, and only around half-way down does he actually look up at his opponent. The Senator sternly looks at him, but Hunter's expression does not change at all as he continues to move down the ramp. But there will certainly be a reason for him to change sooner than later. He enters the ring slowly, and after a few moments, the inevitable begins.
***Bell Rings***
As the bell tolls, referee Keiji Makabe steps back, allowing the two former comrades to close ranks. Neither Hunter nor Phillips waste any time in doing so, and almost as one, the two raise their fists, and let loose with a right hand. The punches connect almost exactly at the same time, and both let loose immediately after with a ferocious barrage of strikes.
Edison: Woah, man, if this is how the match starts out, I can't imagine how it'll end!
The two competitors unrelentingly continue with their fisticuffs, until, after countless punches traded back and forth, the Senator staggers back a step. Hunter leans back, bouncing off the near ropes, and returns with his running DDT, the Dynamite. However, he does not even think one moment about covering for the pin, and instead, stomps away with reckless abandon. The Senator manages to catch the descending boot, though, before much damage can be done, and is able to trip Hunter onto his back, attempting to transition into the Victory Lock II variation on the figure four, but Hunter is able to kick free and stand back up before this can occur. Although Hunter manages to stand up first, he finds that there is no advantage of doing so, as Phillips leaps up with a short-range Washington Lariat, nearly turning his opponent inside out.
Edison: LARIATOOO!
McNally: Every time, every time you do that...
Edison: Hey, I can't help myself...
The Senator immediately follows up on his Lariat with a series of mounted punches, measuring each single shot for maximum damage. Having sufficiently stunned his opponent, Phillips stands up, and runs off the ropes, returning with a leaping Bruiser Brody style knee drop right onto...the mat, as Hunter rolls to the side at the last moment.
McNally: They don't call him the master of the counter without reason, Andrew Hunter can reverse or escape any move in the book, and more often than not, does so in a way completely unexpected by all in attendance, especially his opponent.
Hunter backs off, allowing the Senator to stand up, motions for a test of strength, a devious smirk on his face. Phillips shakes his head for a moment, but decides to obliges his opponent, regardless, and raises his arms, grappling for a preferable position. Before this can take place, though, Hunter smiles broadly, shooting a boot out in one of the oldest tricks in the book of the professional wrestler...a trick so old, that Phillips had been thinking the same thing, and mirrors it, as the two connect simultaneously with a kick to the midsection.
Edision: I'm sure that's had to have happened before...right?
The Senator manages to recover just a second faster, and repeats his kick, this time, catching Hunter in the solar plexus with a front snap kick. Phillips quickly spins around, twisting into an armwrench, and sends his opponent to the mat with an axe kick to the back of the neck. Without mercy, the Senator steps forward, delivering a kick to Hunter's temple, as he lays on the mat, rolling him over on impact. Phillips goes for a quick cover, planting a boot on his opponent's chest...
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...Hunter's not having any of that, however, and kicks out before Keiji Makabe can even initiate a one count. Both competitors recover rather quick, but a few knife edge chops from the Senator push Hunter back into the ropes. Hunter, however, is able to take his opponent off guard with a vertical suplex...a vertical suplex that dumps Phillips right over the top rope, sending him crashing awkwardly off the apron, and landing on his face.
Edison: I'm not going to say it yet, since I KNOW something big's going to take place later, and I don't want to use it up yet, but man, what a move by Hunter!
Andrew Hunter steps out onto the apron, measuring his target carefully, before bracing himself...and leaping off with a front flip elbow drop, the Equinox!
McNally: Classic Hunter right there, I don't think we've seen that move for quite some time now.
The fans at ringside are at fever pitch as Hunter stands up, lifting his opponent up, and dropping him, throat first on the guard barrier. Senator Phillips reels back, clutching his throat, but as Hunter closes in, he catches him off guard with a stiff headbutt, pulling him back in, and connecting with a scoop slam on the floor. The Senator backs up the entrance ramp about halfway, before now running at full speed straight at Hunter, leaping up for the second time, and this time, landing flush on his opponent's skull with the King Kong Knee Drop!
McNally: I'm not sure if the knee drop or the headbutt did the trick, but Hunter is clearly busted open from the Senator's assault.
Phillips, like the proverbial blood smelling shark, is almost frenzied upon seeing his handiwork, and viciously kicks away at Hunter's head, finishing the flurry with a falling chop to the throat, and a lacksidasical cover on the outside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:50:59 GMT -5
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...Hunter kicks out, damaged, but his fighting spirit undiminished. To prove it, he nearly clocks the Senator with a punch as he stands up, and starts dragging his opponent back towards the entranceway. Phillips fights back with a few elbows, but is still too out of it to put any proper force into the attacks. Hunter, for his part, hip tosses his opponent into the ramp, and follows up with a knee to the back of the head, sending the Senator rolling up to the entrance. The Senator starts to stand up...only for Hunter to knock him straight through the curtain with a dashing Floyd Kick!
McNally: We'll be switching rather abruptly to our secondary camera crew now, fortunatly, ACW managment had a feeling that with these stipulations, that this fight would end up spilling into the backstage area...
As the camera shifts to the back, Hunter is seen gloating over the fallen Senator, and turns him over for the pin...
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McNally: Our referee sure has his work cut out for him tonight, with these stipulations; the match can go anywhere these two competitors take it!
Hunter, picking the Senator up, drags him up to his feet, and without warning, rushes forward, slamming Phillips, head first, into the wall.
Edison: Um…ouch?
Hunter, though, is not done, and repeats the head slam, bashing the Senator’s head into the wall again, and again, until a fine splotch of blood appears on the stone, at which point, he lets his former Stable member fall to the ground, and covers again…
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McNally: The violence level of this match just keeps increasing, hopefully, we will not see any serious injuries, it’s a wonder the Senator even got up from that attack.
Hunter, chagrined by the kickout, lifts Phillips up again, this time, whipping him through a doorway. Hunter, Makabe, and the camera all follow into what turns out to be Ginger’s office, and the Chairman is none too pleased to see the action literally spill into his lap, as a stumbling Senator offsets his desk.
Ginger: Well, I never!
Hunter, though, is not bothered by the location in the least, and despite the weak protests of the Chairman, lifts Phillips up into a backdrop position, before slamming him right down onto Ginger’s desk with the Poetic Justice!
Edison: Hunter’s nuts! He did that in front of Chairman Gingerdude!
Phillips, in dire straits, now, rolls off the desk, right next to Ginger. The Chairman, who was already angry, now shows signs of terror, as the Senator shoves him right into the path of a right hand by Hunter, who decks him with “unintended” ease.
The two former tag team champions look at each other with a bemused expression for the briefest of moments, before Phillips picks up a paperweight, and hurls it at his opponent. Hunter almost ducks it, but the silver object strikes him right on the top of the head, sending him reeling. Phillips quickly follows up, vaulting over the desk, and elbowing Hunter in the back of the head, sending him right back out of the door. An alternate cameraman catches Hunter as he flies into a stack of crates, sitting right under a scaffold.
McNally: This could be bad, knowing Hunter’s tendencies…
Sure enough, before the Senator can reach the scene, Hunter starts climbing up, up to the top of the ten foot scaffold, kicking two buckets of paint at Phillips, both of which miss him by a close margin. The Senator, wiping blood out of his eyes, climbs up after Hunter, and while his opponent nearly stomps his hands, Phillips catches the boot, and trips him, allowing for a safe ascent to the top. Hunter, though, reaches up, as the Senator gets his footing, and pulling an object off the ceiling, he slams a florescent light tube over his opponent’s head!
Edison: This is madness! And I love it!
In one of the most ironic moments seen in quite a while on ACW TV, Hunter gets a sudden inspiration, seeing the Senator trying to catch his balance on the edge of the scaffold, and charges forward with a yell…
Hunter: THIS IS SPAAARTAAAA!
Hunter’s lunging kick sends the Senator over the precipice, and falling right into the stack of crates and pallets to break his fall. Edison: Woah man, DAANNNGEROUUUSSSSSS!!! Hunter lets himself down carefully, not wanting to damage himself needlessly, and covers for the pin… … …1 … …2 … …The Senator kicks out, perhaps mostly due to the uneven surface of the pallets that he landed on! Hunter starts to stand up, but Phillips stops him with a wristlock, and suddenly hits him with an elbow right to the already large wound on his forehead. Edison: He’s still…alive? The Senator stands up, and now the two head back towards the entryway, and this time, Phillips whips Hunter through the apron, sending his opponent rolling down the ramp. Before he can go too far, though, Phillips catches his opponent, putting him in a cobra clutch style hold, before ducking back to the front, and lifting Hunter vertical, dropping him right on his head with the Stranglehold Buster on the ramp! … …1 … …2 … …Hunter somehow kicks out, holding his head in pain! Both men are wiped out by the exertion, and take a good deal of time to recover. McNally: There is a perfect example of how an adrenaline burst can affect a wrestler, where Phillips was able to recover as quick as he did from that Spartan Kick off the scaffold, and go back into his offence. Hunter is the first to move after this, and he gradually pulls himself closer and closer to the ring, having been forced to crawl by using his elbows. The Senator begins to move, and his instantaneous reaction is to grab Hunter's foot and pull him back, but all this does is destroy Hunter's balance, causing him to roll down the remainder of the ramp. Hunter hits the ground with immense force, and has the wind temporarily knocked out of him. He sees the Senator rising and slowly approaching him, and this inspires him to do likewise. By the time the two are a few feet away from each other, they are both standing on their feet, albeit with some difficulty. They quickly charge in and begin another series of strikes, the Senator choosing to utilize his elbows while Hunter uses blunt fist strikes. After a few moments of this, the Senator suddenly grabs Hunter's arm and whips him into the ring post, sending him down to the ground yet again.
The fans nearest this ring post shudder when they see that the large amount of blood that Hunter is losing has found its way onto the post itself. The Senator grabs the post for support as he bends over and grabs Hunter by the hair, and he pays no mind to the blood that now covers his hand. He pulls Hunter all the way across the outside of the ring, and then drops him when the two men find themselves a few inches before the announcers' table. McNally: I think this is our time to pull out of here… The announcers intelligently move out of the way as the Senator throws Hunter onto the table, but they rethink their choice when Hunter unexpectedly rolls off, kicks the Senator in the head, and then headbutts him in the same location. Hunter then lifts the Senator and tosses him onto the table, yet amazingly the table remains solid. Hunter then climbs onto the table and puts the Senator in between his legs and smiles, preparing to deliver a piledriver. Perhaps he will finally escape the fate of going through this table that has plagued him for so long...but alas, the Senator instantly reacts, and before Hunter knows it, he finds himself flying through the table from a vicious schwein, better known to ACW fans as the Polarizer! Edison: THERE GOES OUR TABLE! Right through it!
The fans cringe after witnessing this moment, and no doubt it will be replayed for weeks to come. The Senator slowly crawls over to Hunter and drapes his arm across the man's chest just as the referee makes his way over to them... ... ...1 ... ...2 ...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:51:50 GMT -5
...To everyone's shock, Hunter manages to kick out JUST before the three! The Senator rolls off of him and stares up at the lights, wide-eyed and almost terrified. With an angry grunt he lifts himself off the ground, and then picks Hunter up and tries to whip him into the apron. Hunter manages to keep his feet on the ground, and then proceeds to whip the Senator into it himself. The Senator bounces off and collapses, and Hunter quickly climbs up to the apron and sets himself up for a moonsault off the ropes. But just before he can leap off, the Senator suddenly leaps up and viciously pushes him back into the ring, causing Hunter to awkwardly land on his back.
The Senator rolls in and does not bother with another count. He simply grabs Hunter's leg and pulls as hard as he can, brutalizing his opponent with a cringe-inducing Tax Cut elevated half crab. McNally: If you notice, Phillips is stomping directly on his opponent’s head, and in fact, this seems to be even more of a focus than the half crab part of this vintage Senatorial move. The more Hunter reacts, the more he bleeds, and the more he bleeds, the more painful it becomes for the fans to watch this scene. Hunter pulls and pulls for dear life, and quite suddenly, he manages to throw the Senator off of him. Hunter yells loudly and then kips up to his feet, and both men charge at each other, having found gotten a new wind each. They exchange a few strikes until the Senator grabs Hunter for the Liberalizer. The Senator attempts to hit the move, but Hunter suddenly leaps off a nearby rope and spins over the Senator, utilizing one of his favorite and classic reversals. He lands on his feet and then pulls the Senator up onto his shoulders, and before the Senator can even realize what happens, he finds himself bouncing off the mat following a vicious inverted fireman carry piledriver, the move known as the Volcano Driver!
The fans are all on their feet at this point, knowing that the end is surely close at hand. Hunter does not attempt a pin because the force of the move causes the Senator to land a few feet away from him, but the former DOES manage to get to his feet. He approaches the Senator, who quits playing possum to suddenly strike Hunter in the knee. The Senator gets into a position on his knees very quickly, slightly spearing Hunter, and then putting him on his shoulders. He tosses him off very simply, and just as Hunter starts getting back up to his feet, the Senator bounces off the ropes and runs back in for the Partisan Kick...but Hunter ducks!
The fans cheer as Hunter suddenly throws his foot forward into the Senator's gut, and then lifts him up into a vertical suplex position. The fans cheers have reached their climax, and both men realize precisely what is going to happen. The Senator does not attempt to stop the inevitable, although in later times he will frequently consider to himself whether or not he simply did not have the strength to stop it. And Hunter simply stands perfectly, and then finally lets out a vicious yell as he slams the Senator straight into the mat, nailing the Shotgun once-and-for-all! The fans continue cheering as Hunter drapes his arm around the Senator, and in three counts, it is finally over.
Philip: Here is your winner.....................HUNTER!!!
"1776" hits the speakers as Hunter lies motionlessly on the mat and stares up at the lights, the memories of the match flowing through him. It finally hits him that he has won the match, and he rises quickly, looking around the arena at the fans. They all stand and applaud him and the Senator, who at this time is slightly hunched over in one of the corners. Hunter looks at him and sighs, and then looks back at the audience one last time before jumping out of the ring and slowly walking up the ramp. He tries not to look back, but occasionally he finds his eyes wandering to the side to see assorted fans, all strangely approving of him. He has not seen such a thing for a long time, and he cannot help but grin slightly. But he soon manages to turn his head and stare straight ahead at the curtain before him. And in a moment, he's gone.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:52:59 GMT -5
Segment: The McAsswhooping (Credit: BK London)
As we return from a brief advertisement for the Ragnarok DVD, out in stores next Tuesday, we are brought to a shot of Kevin Anderson chatting it up with fellow interviewer, Charlotte King. A rare occassion when we see these two together, and from the looks of it, Charlotte doesn't look too happy to have this encounter.
Kevin: ....I see how you look at me Charlotte...
Charlotte: Excuse me?
Kevin: I see how you look at me from the other side of the gym, I notice how right now you're...undressing me with your eyes. Your a naughty girl Charlotte.
Charlotte: ..I think I've got an interview coming up.
Charlotte looks to walk off but Kevin stops her and places his arm around her. She's visibly uncomfortable.
Kevin: What do you say after the show tonight me and you head out to this little spot I know down the block. It has some nice music, great food, wonderful and quick service....
Charlotte: You mean that McDonalds that just opened up?
Kevin: Hey baby, six piece Chicken McNuggets are on the dollar menu as we spea-
Quickly and without warning Kevin Anderson is sent flying face first down to the ground thanks to a huge clothesline to the back of the head. Charlotte runs off camera for her own safety, and once we get a good glimpse of the assailant it's none other than BK London - who's sporting a small bandage around his injured knee.
With Kevin face first down on the ground, he wastes no time locking in The Corporate Lock - even applying the grapevine - and the male correspondant screams out in agonizing pain. BK applies more and more torque to further torture Kevin, and now the loud mouth interviewer taps out wildly. BK doesn't look like he'll be releasing the hold any time soon until road agents and referees race to the scene to remove BK. They manage to chisel BK away from Kevin Anderson, who grabs his ankle in pain.
Rage consumes BK London and he knocks anyone in his path over. He looks down at Kevin once more before turning in the opposite direction and walking off camera with a noticeable limp. He seems to be making his way to the ring with his match against Flamingo coming up next.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:54:48 GMT -5
Match 10: Main Event #1 BK London vs. Adrian Flamingo (Credit: AK / Match structure: BK/Flamingo)
The image of Kevin Anderson contorted with pain is still firmly in the minds of everyone in the main arena as Philip Jones picks up his trusty microphone and steps through the ring ropes. “Anticipation” doesn’t really do the atmosphere justice; the crowd is almost tense, aware that what they’re about to watch will be bitter and brutal. At the announce desk, Maxwell McNally draws on his long experience to find the right words for the moment.
Maxwell McNally: Folks, if you’ve been with us for the long haul, you’ll no doubt have heard more than your share of hype talk, and warnings about the content of events here in ACW. But let me leave no-one watching at home in any doubt; this may not be billed as anything other than a straight contest, but I urge you, if you have minors or people of a sensitive disposition in the room, this may be a point where a line should be drawn. Hatred doesn’t even come close to describing relations between the men we’re about to see.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Yeah, for once I agree with you Max, this isn’t going to be pretty. London and Flamingo have already broken most of the unspoken rules of the Squared Circle, so if they both walk out of here without lasting effects, it’ll be a miracle.
Philip is now standing, awaiting the signal in his ear from the booth that he has the airwaves to himself. He casts his eyes around the expectant masses.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first part of our double main event is a singles match, set for one fall with no time limit. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, at 243 lbs…. BK LONDON!
”Hello Brooklyn” hits the soundsystem, and even as the fans are rising to their feet BK pushes his way through the curtain without breaking step; nothing would be able to keep him away from the ring tonight, even if his limp is still very much present and visible in his gait. He rolls under the ropes, standing up quickly and alert for any immediate sneak attacks or other double-dealing, and such is his demeanor that he only briefly gets up on two of the turnbuckles for the fans to grab their photos.
Then his music stops, and there is a pause, perfectly timed to raise the crowd to fever pitch before “Hello” by the Rollins Band commences.
Philip: And his opponent, from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 199lbs… ADRIAN FLAMINGO!
BK’s gaze is utterly scorching, so much so that the entrance curtain almost threatens to burst into flames as the crowd strains to catch their first glimpse of Flamingo. After a few seconds, their wish is granted in a 2-for-1 deal, as Mickey Flamingo appears first, raising his arms in salutation as Adrian Flamingo himself finally enters. The noise is ear-pounding as Adrian takes the lead, walking forward and not once looking at anything other than his opponent; BK simply stares, and Philip puts his intuition to good use, exiting the ring hastily as Reynolds takes charge. He and everyone else knows what will happen before it occurs, but that doesn’t make the event itself any less visceral…
Flamingo does not pause, and, leaving Mickey to follow in his own time, accelerates into a run, sliding into the ring and just barely missing BK’s boot as he brings it down, aiming squarely for his skull. Reynolds signals to the timekeeper swiftly.
Bell Rings.
You’d have to be autistic, blind or both not to understand at once what’s on BK London’s mind; he wants Flamingo’s body broken and his spirit shredded, and the malice scars his every look, every move. Flamingo rises quickly to his feet, and tries to derail his raging foe with aggression of his own; the two of them trade enormous blows to their upper bodies until BK switches tack and dodges a punch, whipping his lighter opponent into the ropes. Flamingo hits them and raises his arm in front of him to attack, but BK’s got a different target in mind, and drops low to trip Flamingo up and lay him out in the middle of the ring on his front. Instantly, BK stamps on the back of Flamingo’s leg, the same one which Flamingo has now injured twice; BK uses his own good foot for the job, but holding his weight on the other makes him flinch, just a little but enough for both Flamingoes to spot it. Mickey, never being the subtle sort, shouts for Adrian to get up; Adrian obliges, and dark intention flits across his own features as he sees BK wince momentarily in pursuit.
Flamingo fans, though, are unable to take much comfort from BK’s condition; painful or not, at present BK seems able to block it out, and Flamingo finds himself forced backward into one of the corners. With his foe trapped, BK piles on the pressure, firstly with more forearms and straight punches, then with snapping rib kicks. Pulling himself together, Flamingo powers forward – but BK has been waiting for this and turns his opponent’s momentum against him, twisting and catching Flamingo by the arm before throwing him forward over his shoulder. At once it becomes clear what BK has been trying to do; the crowd yells as BK moves to apply the Corporate Lock, and Mickey’s bellow to his nephew is picked up clearly by the ringside mics. Flamingo has to act fast, and does; BK’s positioning is not ideal, and with a concerted effort Flamingo is able to get to the ropes to force the break before BK can solidify the hold. The BK London fans groan; Flamingo hides any nervousness he might be experiencing, and gives BK a disdainful smirk as he picks himself up.
McNally: Flamingo needed to be quick there, and he was. It’ll take a lot to even get close to a match-winning situation against him tonight.
Edison: Well if anyone can do it, I’d put my money on London, Max.
That may have made Flamingo feel good for a few seconds, but it comes at a price; BK’s pride has already been savaged and it makes the man savage in turn. For about 20 seconds, Flamingo appears to have the upper hand; he delivers several neat shots, and then a snap suplex, which makes a few fans expect a pin – Flamingo however has no intention of trying to end the match, whether with a win or otherwise. Instead, with BK on the mat, Flamingo catches hold of him as he is trying to rise and prevents it, laying down a series of grounded knee strikes. BK shudders a little at each, and Flamingo moves to transition this into a throw – but at that precise moment BK comes alive, and reverses into a rolling throw which ends with Flamingo’s shoulders on the mat. The referee counts, 1…..2- It looks as if Flamingo was about to kick out, but it’s BK who pulls his foe clear, dragging them both back to their feet.
Edison: What was that about? Wasting a pinfall’s a stupid idea, no matter what the situation.
McNally: I think BK’s trying to show that he can pin Flamingo any time he pleases… that sure as heck won’t go down well with either of the Flamingo clan.
Indeed it doesn’t; on the outside, Mickey Flamingo can only watch as BK allows his fury full reign, and smashes Flamingo with a barrage of not-even-close-to-being-legal punches. Flamingo reels back, and with a look of cruel satisfaction, BK demonstrates one of his newer skills in the form of the Go 2 Sleep 2.0, elevating Flamingo as if for a Military Press and then dropping him back to his feet, bringing his own knee straight upward into Flamingo’s chin. Flamingo staggers backward, totally disorientated; he manages to grab the top rope, only for BK to come charging in and send him over the top. The crowd roars, and then curses and shouts as they see that Mickey has got around behind Adrian and helped him maintain his grip, preventing him from taking a hard landing on the outside. Reynolds sees this and is not pleased; he berates Mickey, who makes the most of the opportunity by arguing with the referee. Reynolds is unwittingly standing between Adrian and BK; BK’s frustration threatens to boil over, but just in time he manages to stop himself from steaming through the ref, realizing that this would play straight into the Flamingos’ hands. Even when mad as hell, BK is still a consummate pro, and Adrian glares at him nastily, pushing Reynolds aside as his own ire is provoked.
With BK in the centre of the ring, Flamingo quickly closes the gap, and the pair grapple; Flamingo attempts to rake BK’s eyes, but BK counters by grabbing a handful of hair and wrenching it hard. The sudden jerk messes with Flamingo’s balance, leaving him momentarily unstable; BK is able to get in really close, and produces an overhead belly-to-belly suplex of outstanding quality. Proving that this match isn’t simply about beating the shit out of one another, Flamingo rises in sync with his opponent, and retaliates with a backhanded slap and then a Scoop Slam. Mickey applauds this as Adrian takes a shot at BK’s injured leg; he stamps in and BK shudders, and Flamingo smirks, bringing his foot down a second time-
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