Post by Jeff L. on Oct 3, 2024 16:38:10 GMT -5
Korakuen Hall.
Tokyo.
Japan.
-----------------------
All these restless nights, filled with so many brutal battles, finally led to the next chapter in their stories: one of the most famous venues in the country, and of the most famous arenas in the whole world – the Korakuen Hall. Filled with two thousand of the most eager fans in the capital of Japan, the sun finally set in the Land of the Rising Sun, on the night of great decisions.
“One man who needs to bring his own decision”, the commentator Kenji Wakabayashi began, “is Mitsuharu Misawa. Faced with an immoral offer he was seen thinking about on the last show, many are saying he had sided with Choshu and his renegade army, but I still believe he hadn’t made a full decision! He was too spent after that gruelling Tenryu match to make a decisive action! But I suppose we’ll know by the end of the night if he sided with them or not! But before all of that, here's our updated Pacific League table!"
Wrestler: Points:
Genichiro Tenryu 12
Mitsuharu Misawa 12
Riki Choshu 12
Jumbo Tsuruta 10
Toshiaki Kawada 6
Akira Taue 6
Gran Hamada
4
Satoru Sayama 3
"As we see, the top of the table seems to be getting pretty crowded. But without any further ados, here’s our first match! And here is the bastard!”.
#1: Jumbo Tsuruta vs Riki Choshu
The lights of the Hall turned dark, and a brooding theme played, as three men wearing hoods were seen on the stage. One by one, they unmasked, revealing the cruel trio of Hamada, Kawada, and that damn Riki Choshu. As they entered the ring, showered with jeers of the two thousand strong, Choshu grabbed the mic and proclaimed:
“They’re calling us many names: the renegades, the unfaithful, the bastards. What we are, my good people, are revolutionaries. Before us, there was a straight hierarchy; a tradition, they call it. Bah! A pecking order, a continuous string of oppression I call it. Only fighters to get pushed were the ones hand chosen by that old, smelly, overrated leather book cover called Shohei Baba. He booked himself in the main events continuously in the 70s, and then he started handpicking guys who are going to replace him, such as my opponent tonight, Jumbo Tsuruta.
This had happened to me as well; I never got a true break in All Japan, and I’ve decided to stop this from happening to anyone else. That locker room over there is overflowing with nothing but talent! Talent that are never going to get their chance in this dictatorship, not if we can do anything about it. Therefore you can call us the Ishingun: the Revolutionary Army!
And you, Misawa, you’re the first one we’re offering our help to. Join these ranks, Emerald One, and I’ll see you launched straight into the stratosphere! I expect your answer tonight. Our results are present: we’ve already gotten rid of that old, nasty, out of touch, oldtimer Baba! We’ve made Kobashi, that talented, but blind young man go away into obscurity. Now, we’re gonna lay out the next brainwashed victim, that no good, six-foot-six son of a bitc--“.
Choshu was cut off by the sound of music, and by the roar of the crowd; the great Jumbo Tsuruta was making his way down the ramp, with rage in his unrelenting eyes, focusing on Choshu. He entered the ring, and the bell rang as the two men started exchanging elbows. Tsuruta sent Choshu bouncing off the ropes with an Irish Whip, and catching him with a Big Boot. He sent out a loud OH!, before adjusting his elbow pad, preparing for a lariat.
But the rest of Ishingun pulled out the shaken Choshu. They climbed the apron, only to be swatted away by Jumbo; but he was alas, struck down with a well measured kick by Choshu, who surprised Jumbo from the back.
A couple of slams later, and Jumbo was seen reeling on the mat. Riki then ran the ropes for a couple of knee drops, but these were enough for a two count only. He then whipped Jumbo in the ropes, and connected with a dropkick. Jumbo was seen clutching at his mouth, as he was whipped in the ropes once more. Choshu prepared for a lariat of his own, and swung at the oncoming Tsuruta.
But Jumbo ducked, and bounced off the ropes on the other side! And then he soared up in the air; and clocked Choshu with a jumping high knee! Instead of preparing for his finishing lariat, he exited the ring, chasing away Hamada, who escaped through the crowd. Threatened with a count out, he entered the ring to face Choshu. But Riki kicked him in the gut, and as he smirked at the crowd, he planted Jumbo on the top of his head with a Piledriver. An arrogant cover, and it was surely all over. One, two… and a th-… a kickout! My God, a kickout!
Jumbo was slowly getting up, his face turning from competitive anger to pure rage; he locked eyes with Choshu, and kicked him in the gut himself, before shaking the ring with a vicious powerbomb. Tsuruta covered Choshu, and expected to hear the ref slapping the mat for a three count.
But there was, alas, no such a sound. As Tsuruta turned, he saw the ref being distracted by Kawada unzipping the turnbuckle. And as he turned to strike him down, he felt a sharp sting in his back. Riki Choshu had struck him with a steel pipe, before getting rid of the evidence. As Jumbo fell to his feet, Choshu locked in the Sasori Gatame, the Scorpion Hold, as it was known in the West; or perhaps the Sharpshooter, as they called it in the Great North. The move so devastating, not even a 6’6’’ warrior such as Jumbo Tsuruta managed to escape from it! As he tried pulling himself to the ropes, Choshu was only applying more and more pressure. Match was drawing near, and Hamada entered the ring, returning from the crowd. Joe Higuchi, the referee, faced him and chased him off once more. But the well-meaning referee did not see that Jumbo had reached the ropes at that point.
A man who noticed this though, was Toshiaki Kawada. He got into the face of the prone Tsuruta, and smiling menacingly, he climbed the apron and shoot kicked Jumbo in the moosh so hard, his head bounced off the bottom rope, before rebounding and hitting the ring apron. Jumbo was knocked out cold, and Choshu dragged him closer to the center of the ring, still having the Sasori Gatame locked in. Higuchi neared Tsuruta, as he dealt with Hamada, and noticing the unconscious Tsuruta, desperately called for the bell.
The three men rejoiced in the ring, as Tsuruta was helped out by the medical staff. The crowd booed them relentlessly, but nevertheless, the Revolutionary Army basked in the jeers. They seemed untouchable at that point, until the music hit, signalling the arrival of one Genichiro Tenryu.
#2: Genichiro Tenryu vs Gran Hamada
As Tenyru entered the ring, the two men, Kawada and Choshu, exited to the ringside, leaving Hamada to have his match. Hamada lunged at Tenryu as the bell sounded, but the powerful Tenryu caught him, before throwing him in the corner. As he approached him, he chopped his chest hard, before landing a jab at jaw. These continued; a combo of chops and jabs continued until Hamada fell flat on the mat. He looked to exit the ring to regroup with his teammates; and he would have, if it wasn’t for Tenryu who dragged him back in the ring, and continued with the chops and jabs.
At this point, Hamada was almost begging Tenryu to stop, and Genichiro almost took pity to Hamada, as he powerbombed him in the center of the ring, to end the bout. But he then exited through the ropes, which sent the other two members of Ishingun backing off. This tactic had worked, as Tenryu scaled the ropes, and landed his Diving Back Elbow at the prone Hamada, capping of the match at a mere six and a half minutes.
The duo at ringside tended to their fallen comrade, much to the celebration of the crowd. This elation soon turned to a mixed reaction, as Spartan X started playing, signaling the entrance of the Emerald Warrior, the one who needs to make his decision tonight.
#3: Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada
Choshu rolled the hurt Hamada out of the ring, and helped him way back to the backstage, as the two warriors were left in the ring, all alone. In one corner, the toothless, rageful grin of Toshiaki Kawada. In the other corner, the stoic, emotionless focus of Mitsuharu Misawa. A clash of styles, and the battle of wills was about to begin. And a great decision by one of these men had to be brought.
But these two warriors seemed to have forgotten all about faction wars as the match began. After all, business comes first, and competition is the name of the game. For as soon as the bell rang, the two started hitting each other, bypassing the usual grappling. Misawa’s elbows versus Kawada’s kicks. In this particular moment, it was Misawa who got the better of his opponent. As he knocked Toshiaki down, Misawa scaled the turnbuckles, looking for the Tiger Fly Splash. He hit it, but it was enough for a two count only. As Kawada got to his feet, Misawa ran out of the corner, landing a vicious running elbow, enough for another two count only.
Mitsuharu picked his opponent up, now preparing for a Tiger Suplex; but Kawada elbowed him twice, before jumping in the air to deliver a Gamengiri. Two count as well; an angry Kawada would proceed to roll his body in for an Abisegiri, a rolling Koppo kick, but Misawa evaded. The Emerald One then locked in a double underhook, but a backdrop counter from Kawada hurt Misawa. Kawada then ran the ropes, delivering a vicious Dangerous Kick, as the crowd oohed stressfully. A cover, one, two… and a two and a half.
Kawada knew he had to land a big one. So he pulled Misawa in for a powerbomb, and as he lifted him up, Misawa answered with elbows, landing on his feet. A roaring elbow sent Kawada on his knees, as Mitsuharu locked in the double underhook, lifted his opponent up… and finally hit the Tiger Driver. This was the move that no one had yet kicked out of. And surely, as Misawa covered the struck Kawada, the crowd chanted: one… two… thr-…
Joe Higuchi waved it off, before signalling two fingers to Misawa. He was surprised, and the entire arena was visibly confused. Surely, there’s no way Kawada had kicked out. Oh, but he did! For the first time ever, someone survived the menacing Tiger Driver. As Misawa was recollecting himself, Kawada was seen getting up to his feet. Barely, shakingly, groggy as all hell, but Toshiaki was on his feet. Misawa gave him one good look, before charging into him with a running elbow, straight to his deformed smile. This time, Kawada stayed down for good, and the three count was official: Mitsuharu Misawa had won the bout.
#4: Akira Taue vs Jumbo Tsuruta
As the two men from the previous battle exited the ring, two absolute giants entered the squared circle. Aside from Baba himself, these were the two biggest wrestlers on the roster: the 6’6’’ Jumbo Tsuruta, and the 6’5’’ Akira Taue. A handshake started this one off, as the men locked up.
Tsuruta was seen sporting bandages all around his waist and lower back, and he would clutch at his back often even before the match had started, still reeling from the excruciating Scorpion Hold.
However, it seemed that Tsuruta had gotten the better off of the young man early on; he whipped him off the ropes, but it was too early, as Taue had reversed the whip, and landed a dropkick on a rebounding Tsuruta, awing the people with his athleticism.
The big men exchanged body slams, with Tsuruta, with his hurt back, suffering the worse from the collosal exchange. Akira prepared for a suplex, but Jumbo landed on his feet, pushing Taue into the ropes, and landing a jumping knee on him, before falling on his knees once more from the pain.
But the crowd cheered Tsuruta on, even more than Akira. Surely they would’ve been cheering for Akira usually, but on this night, they were absolutely behind Jumbo, what with the injury, and him wrestling two matches on this evening. Jumbo therefore got up, and prepared for the lariat. But Taue ducked, running the ropes himself, and hitting a running neckbreaker drop, which was enough for a two count only.
He then prepared for the Dynamic Boot, and as he ran at Tsuruta, the older opponent grabbed his foot, swung him around, and hit the lariat! But Jumbo fell down as well, clutching at his back. The crowd roared him on; and Jumbo got up before Akira, looking for a powerbomb. His back was, however, too hurt for this maneuver, and Taue pushed him off, before hitting that Dynamic Boot. A one, a two, but a two and a half only. Jumbo was not to be denied on the night of the big decisions!
A few powerful chops to the chest from Akira sent Jumbo reeling further, as he grabbed his opponent’s throat for a Nodowa Otoshi. He lifted him impressingly high in the air, but Tsuruta landed behind him, and hit a vicious Back Drop Driver. Both men were hurt and tired at this point, but one man’s will was stronger.
This man was Jumbo Tsuruta, who collected his entire power, and hit another Back Drop Driver, before falling on top of Akira Taue. And, alas, it was enough for a three count. As soon as the match ended, the seconds and the medical stuff rushed the ring to apply ice packs to both men. But as the two men got up to their feet, Ishingun had once again entered the ring. This time there were four of them: Mitsuharu Misawa had joined them to the squared circle!
Hamada and Kawada kicked the hurting Jumbo out of the ring, and they surrounded Akira Taue. As Taue got up on his feet, he clutched his fists, ready to take on all four of them alone. Choshu stepped forward, ever smirking. He had the whole promotion at his feet. Baba was out indefinitely, Kobashi had left the League, and Tsuruta was absolutely wrecked. He had Kawada, Hamada, and now Misawa in his corner. As he stepped up to Taue, he was ready to take this last great threat down. But he himself was, however, struck down, with a vicious elbow to the back of the head.
Akira Taue had looked up in disbelief. Toshiaki Kawada was shocked. The usual grin of Gran Hamada was replaced with a look of surprise. They all pointed their eyes to him; The Emerald One had struck the leader of the Revolutionary Army down. Before anyone could react, Misawa was seen elbowing Kawada’s head in. Hamada jumped in to help, but he was quickly chopped and slapped down by Akira Taue! The two men had cleared the ring of Ishingun, and the crowd was relentlessly cheering and chanting the two men on!
“Finally! The decision has been made! Misawa is on the side of All Japan, on the side of Baba! And finally, Revolutionary Army was repelled by… by… Baba’s Battalion!”, Wakabayashi christened these men, who stood bravely for All Japan, and for fallen Baba-san. The audience was finally, after all these nights, allowed to leave home happy, on this night of great decisions. The feed then, as always, faded to black.
Pacific League Night 6 results:
Riki Choshu defeated Jumbo Tsuruta (11:17)
Genichiro Tenryu defeated Gran Hamada (6:33)
Mitsuharu Misawa defeated Toshiaki Kawada (15:49)
Jumbo Tsuruta defeated Akira Taue (10:35)
Pacific League table (following Night 6):
Wrestler: Points:
Genichiro Tenryu 15
Mitsuharu Misawa 15
Riki Choshu 15
Jumbo Tsuruta 13
Toshiaki Kawada 6
Akira Taue 6
Gran Hamada 4
Satoru Sayama 3
Tokyo.
Japan.
-----------------------
All these restless nights, filled with so many brutal battles, finally led to the next chapter in their stories: one of the most famous venues in the country, and of the most famous arenas in the whole world – the Korakuen Hall. Filled with two thousand of the most eager fans in the capital of Japan, the sun finally set in the Land of the Rising Sun, on the night of great decisions.
“One man who needs to bring his own decision”, the commentator Kenji Wakabayashi began, “is Mitsuharu Misawa. Faced with an immoral offer he was seen thinking about on the last show, many are saying he had sided with Choshu and his renegade army, but I still believe he hadn’t made a full decision! He was too spent after that gruelling Tenryu match to make a decisive action! But I suppose we’ll know by the end of the night if he sided with them or not! But before all of that, here's our updated Pacific League table!"
Wrestler: Points:
Genichiro Tenryu 12
Mitsuharu Misawa 12
Riki Choshu 12
Jumbo Tsuruta 10
Toshiaki Kawada 6
Akira Taue 6
Gran Hamada
4
Satoru Sayama 3
"As we see, the top of the table seems to be getting pretty crowded. But without any further ados, here’s our first match! And here is the bastard!”.
#1: Jumbo Tsuruta vs Riki Choshu
The lights of the Hall turned dark, and a brooding theme played, as three men wearing hoods were seen on the stage. One by one, they unmasked, revealing the cruel trio of Hamada, Kawada, and that damn Riki Choshu. As they entered the ring, showered with jeers of the two thousand strong, Choshu grabbed the mic and proclaimed:
“They’re calling us many names: the renegades, the unfaithful, the bastards. What we are, my good people, are revolutionaries. Before us, there was a straight hierarchy; a tradition, they call it. Bah! A pecking order, a continuous string of oppression I call it. Only fighters to get pushed were the ones hand chosen by that old, smelly, overrated leather book cover called Shohei Baba. He booked himself in the main events continuously in the 70s, and then he started handpicking guys who are going to replace him, such as my opponent tonight, Jumbo Tsuruta.
This had happened to me as well; I never got a true break in All Japan, and I’ve decided to stop this from happening to anyone else. That locker room over there is overflowing with nothing but talent! Talent that are never going to get their chance in this dictatorship, not if we can do anything about it. Therefore you can call us the Ishingun: the Revolutionary Army!
And you, Misawa, you’re the first one we’re offering our help to. Join these ranks, Emerald One, and I’ll see you launched straight into the stratosphere! I expect your answer tonight. Our results are present: we’ve already gotten rid of that old, nasty, out of touch, oldtimer Baba! We’ve made Kobashi, that talented, but blind young man go away into obscurity. Now, we’re gonna lay out the next brainwashed victim, that no good, six-foot-six son of a bitc--“.
Choshu was cut off by the sound of music, and by the roar of the crowd; the great Jumbo Tsuruta was making his way down the ramp, with rage in his unrelenting eyes, focusing on Choshu. He entered the ring, and the bell rang as the two men started exchanging elbows. Tsuruta sent Choshu bouncing off the ropes with an Irish Whip, and catching him with a Big Boot. He sent out a loud OH!, before adjusting his elbow pad, preparing for a lariat.
But the rest of Ishingun pulled out the shaken Choshu. They climbed the apron, only to be swatted away by Jumbo; but he was alas, struck down with a well measured kick by Choshu, who surprised Jumbo from the back.
A couple of slams later, and Jumbo was seen reeling on the mat. Riki then ran the ropes for a couple of knee drops, but these were enough for a two count only. He then whipped Jumbo in the ropes, and connected with a dropkick. Jumbo was seen clutching at his mouth, as he was whipped in the ropes once more. Choshu prepared for a lariat of his own, and swung at the oncoming Tsuruta.
But Jumbo ducked, and bounced off the ropes on the other side! And then he soared up in the air; and clocked Choshu with a jumping high knee! Instead of preparing for his finishing lariat, he exited the ring, chasing away Hamada, who escaped through the crowd. Threatened with a count out, he entered the ring to face Choshu. But Riki kicked him in the gut, and as he smirked at the crowd, he planted Jumbo on the top of his head with a Piledriver. An arrogant cover, and it was surely all over. One, two… and a th-… a kickout! My God, a kickout!
Jumbo was slowly getting up, his face turning from competitive anger to pure rage; he locked eyes with Choshu, and kicked him in the gut himself, before shaking the ring with a vicious powerbomb. Tsuruta covered Choshu, and expected to hear the ref slapping the mat for a three count.
But there was, alas, no such a sound. As Tsuruta turned, he saw the ref being distracted by Kawada unzipping the turnbuckle. And as he turned to strike him down, he felt a sharp sting in his back. Riki Choshu had struck him with a steel pipe, before getting rid of the evidence. As Jumbo fell to his feet, Choshu locked in the Sasori Gatame, the Scorpion Hold, as it was known in the West; or perhaps the Sharpshooter, as they called it in the Great North. The move so devastating, not even a 6’6’’ warrior such as Jumbo Tsuruta managed to escape from it! As he tried pulling himself to the ropes, Choshu was only applying more and more pressure. Match was drawing near, and Hamada entered the ring, returning from the crowd. Joe Higuchi, the referee, faced him and chased him off once more. But the well-meaning referee did not see that Jumbo had reached the ropes at that point.
A man who noticed this though, was Toshiaki Kawada. He got into the face of the prone Tsuruta, and smiling menacingly, he climbed the apron and shoot kicked Jumbo in the moosh so hard, his head bounced off the bottom rope, before rebounding and hitting the ring apron. Jumbo was knocked out cold, and Choshu dragged him closer to the center of the ring, still having the Sasori Gatame locked in. Higuchi neared Tsuruta, as he dealt with Hamada, and noticing the unconscious Tsuruta, desperately called for the bell.
The three men rejoiced in the ring, as Tsuruta was helped out by the medical staff. The crowd booed them relentlessly, but nevertheless, the Revolutionary Army basked in the jeers. They seemed untouchable at that point, until the music hit, signalling the arrival of one Genichiro Tenryu.
#2: Genichiro Tenryu vs Gran Hamada
As Tenyru entered the ring, the two men, Kawada and Choshu, exited to the ringside, leaving Hamada to have his match. Hamada lunged at Tenryu as the bell sounded, but the powerful Tenryu caught him, before throwing him in the corner. As he approached him, he chopped his chest hard, before landing a jab at jaw. These continued; a combo of chops and jabs continued until Hamada fell flat on the mat. He looked to exit the ring to regroup with his teammates; and he would have, if it wasn’t for Tenryu who dragged him back in the ring, and continued with the chops and jabs.
At this point, Hamada was almost begging Tenryu to stop, and Genichiro almost took pity to Hamada, as he powerbombed him in the center of the ring, to end the bout. But he then exited through the ropes, which sent the other two members of Ishingun backing off. This tactic had worked, as Tenryu scaled the ropes, and landed his Diving Back Elbow at the prone Hamada, capping of the match at a mere six and a half minutes.
The duo at ringside tended to their fallen comrade, much to the celebration of the crowd. This elation soon turned to a mixed reaction, as Spartan X started playing, signaling the entrance of the Emerald Warrior, the one who needs to make his decision tonight.
#3: Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada
Choshu rolled the hurt Hamada out of the ring, and helped him way back to the backstage, as the two warriors were left in the ring, all alone. In one corner, the toothless, rageful grin of Toshiaki Kawada. In the other corner, the stoic, emotionless focus of Mitsuharu Misawa. A clash of styles, and the battle of wills was about to begin. And a great decision by one of these men had to be brought.
But these two warriors seemed to have forgotten all about faction wars as the match began. After all, business comes first, and competition is the name of the game. For as soon as the bell rang, the two started hitting each other, bypassing the usual grappling. Misawa’s elbows versus Kawada’s kicks. In this particular moment, it was Misawa who got the better of his opponent. As he knocked Toshiaki down, Misawa scaled the turnbuckles, looking for the Tiger Fly Splash. He hit it, but it was enough for a two count only. As Kawada got to his feet, Misawa ran out of the corner, landing a vicious running elbow, enough for another two count only.
Mitsuharu picked his opponent up, now preparing for a Tiger Suplex; but Kawada elbowed him twice, before jumping in the air to deliver a Gamengiri. Two count as well; an angry Kawada would proceed to roll his body in for an Abisegiri, a rolling Koppo kick, but Misawa evaded. The Emerald One then locked in a double underhook, but a backdrop counter from Kawada hurt Misawa. Kawada then ran the ropes, delivering a vicious Dangerous Kick, as the crowd oohed stressfully. A cover, one, two… and a two and a half.
Kawada knew he had to land a big one. So he pulled Misawa in for a powerbomb, and as he lifted him up, Misawa answered with elbows, landing on his feet. A roaring elbow sent Kawada on his knees, as Mitsuharu locked in the double underhook, lifted his opponent up… and finally hit the Tiger Driver. This was the move that no one had yet kicked out of. And surely, as Misawa covered the struck Kawada, the crowd chanted: one… two… thr-…
Joe Higuchi waved it off, before signalling two fingers to Misawa. He was surprised, and the entire arena was visibly confused. Surely, there’s no way Kawada had kicked out. Oh, but he did! For the first time ever, someone survived the menacing Tiger Driver. As Misawa was recollecting himself, Kawada was seen getting up to his feet. Barely, shakingly, groggy as all hell, but Toshiaki was on his feet. Misawa gave him one good look, before charging into him with a running elbow, straight to his deformed smile. This time, Kawada stayed down for good, and the three count was official: Mitsuharu Misawa had won the bout.
#4: Akira Taue vs Jumbo Tsuruta
As the two men from the previous battle exited the ring, two absolute giants entered the squared circle. Aside from Baba himself, these were the two biggest wrestlers on the roster: the 6’6’’ Jumbo Tsuruta, and the 6’5’’ Akira Taue. A handshake started this one off, as the men locked up.
Tsuruta was seen sporting bandages all around his waist and lower back, and he would clutch at his back often even before the match had started, still reeling from the excruciating Scorpion Hold.
However, it seemed that Tsuruta had gotten the better off of the young man early on; he whipped him off the ropes, but it was too early, as Taue had reversed the whip, and landed a dropkick on a rebounding Tsuruta, awing the people with his athleticism.
The big men exchanged body slams, with Tsuruta, with his hurt back, suffering the worse from the collosal exchange. Akira prepared for a suplex, but Jumbo landed on his feet, pushing Taue into the ropes, and landing a jumping knee on him, before falling on his knees once more from the pain.
But the crowd cheered Tsuruta on, even more than Akira. Surely they would’ve been cheering for Akira usually, but on this night, they were absolutely behind Jumbo, what with the injury, and him wrestling two matches on this evening. Jumbo therefore got up, and prepared for the lariat. But Taue ducked, running the ropes himself, and hitting a running neckbreaker drop, which was enough for a two count only.
He then prepared for the Dynamic Boot, and as he ran at Tsuruta, the older opponent grabbed his foot, swung him around, and hit the lariat! But Jumbo fell down as well, clutching at his back. The crowd roared him on; and Jumbo got up before Akira, looking for a powerbomb. His back was, however, too hurt for this maneuver, and Taue pushed him off, before hitting that Dynamic Boot. A one, a two, but a two and a half only. Jumbo was not to be denied on the night of the big decisions!
A few powerful chops to the chest from Akira sent Jumbo reeling further, as he grabbed his opponent’s throat for a Nodowa Otoshi. He lifted him impressingly high in the air, but Tsuruta landed behind him, and hit a vicious Back Drop Driver. Both men were hurt and tired at this point, but one man’s will was stronger.
This man was Jumbo Tsuruta, who collected his entire power, and hit another Back Drop Driver, before falling on top of Akira Taue. And, alas, it was enough for a three count. As soon as the match ended, the seconds and the medical stuff rushed the ring to apply ice packs to both men. But as the two men got up to their feet, Ishingun had once again entered the ring. This time there were four of them: Mitsuharu Misawa had joined them to the squared circle!
Hamada and Kawada kicked the hurting Jumbo out of the ring, and they surrounded Akira Taue. As Taue got up on his feet, he clutched his fists, ready to take on all four of them alone. Choshu stepped forward, ever smirking. He had the whole promotion at his feet. Baba was out indefinitely, Kobashi had left the League, and Tsuruta was absolutely wrecked. He had Kawada, Hamada, and now Misawa in his corner. As he stepped up to Taue, he was ready to take this last great threat down. But he himself was, however, struck down, with a vicious elbow to the back of the head.
Akira Taue had looked up in disbelief. Toshiaki Kawada was shocked. The usual grin of Gran Hamada was replaced with a look of surprise. They all pointed their eyes to him; The Emerald One had struck the leader of the Revolutionary Army down. Before anyone could react, Misawa was seen elbowing Kawada’s head in. Hamada jumped in to help, but he was quickly chopped and slapped down by Akira Taue! The two men had cleared the ring of Ishingun, and the crowd was relentlessly cheering and chanting the two men on!
“Finally! The decision has been made! Misawa is on the side of All Japan, on the side of Baba! And finally, Revolutionary Army was repelled by… by… Baba’s Battalion!”, Wakabayashi christened these men, who stood bravely for All Japan, and for fallen Baba-san. The audience was finally, after all these nights, allowed to leave home happy, on this night of great decisions. The feed then, as always, faded to black.
Pacific League Night 6 results:
Riki Choshu defeated Jumbo Tsuruta (11:17)
Genichiro Tenryu defeated Gran Hamada (6:33)
Mitsuharu Misawa defeated Toshiaki Kawada (15:49)
Jumbo Tsuruta defeated Akira Taue (10:35)
Pacific League table (following Night 6):
Wrestler: Points:
Genichiro Tenryu 15
Mitsuharu Misawa 15
Riki Choshu 15
Jumbo Tsuruta 13
Toshiaki Kawada 6
Akira Taue 6
Gran Hamada 4
Satoru Sayama 3
