Post by Jeff L. on Oct 3, 2024 17:01:01 GMT -5
In the land of the rising sun, there is but one opportunity. One title, one winner to hold it, wrought from the battle of the two finalists fighting for it. The two came from the four: the four groups, each holding four great fighters. From the four groups, the best shall fight in an eight man elimination battle. But to determine the eight, it all started with the sixteen; these sixteen will be halved to eight, them to four, those to two, and in the great final – the one: a single champion, will be determined undisputedly, to rule all of the Great Atlantic.
All great things are forged from fire. And as the fire of the pyrotechnics calmed, a crowd of two thousand strong packed the small arena, before the camera focused on the two announcers atop of the entrance ramp, and slightly to the side of it, behind the commentary booth.
“Hello, wrestling fans,” the great Bob Caudle began, “let me, please, welcome you all to the very first evening of our Atlantic Rasslin’ Connection, and the very first night of our Atlantic Cup! Lemme welcome my colleague for this night, and hopefully many nights to follow, if he does not get himself cancelled as you youngsters would put it, “The Body” himself!”.
“Well hello to you too, Bawhb! This is the former governor of Minnesota reporting, Jesse Ventura here. Now, why would you introduce me so politically, Bawhb? I don’t plan to ruin this gig here.”
Caudle responded: “Hey, don’t call me out, partner, it wasn’t me bragging about my political past here, Jesse! But is sure as heck it is good to have you at the booth. I don’t think I would’ve been able to call all of this hot action alone here tonight, so let us just send you fans right to ringside, right now, for the greatest announcer ever, Michael Buffer!”.
In the ring, Buffer took over: “Ladies and gentlemen, allow yourselves to be welcomed to the very first night of ARC, and the first night of Atlantic Cup! Here is the first match!”, Buffer announced the competitors of the match, and as they entered the ring, he announced: “and for the thousands in attendance… and the, realistically, other thousands watching around Japan as well as the Atlantic, where it is the early morning hours… let’s get rrrrreaaadyyy to rrrumbleeeee!!!©”.
#1. Harley Race vs Afa:
Afa did not want to lock up for a second with Harley, and started throwing punches and throat thrusts; these phased The King for a while only, and he soon threw out the holds and lock-ups: he started punching The Samoan right in the face, though to little effect. As Harley raced off the ropes, he was caught with a ring-shaking Samoan Drop.
But The King lived! Fighting out of the chinlock, he sent the Samoan off the ropes, and caught him with a High Knee. To drive his point home, Harley climbed the turnbuckles, and landed a big Diving Headbutt, and won the very first, fiery match of the Atlantic Cup! The ref raised The King’s hand in victory, before bowing in front of the victor. After all, there was only one King, in all of pro wrestling. Surely.
#2. Gerald Brisco vs. Abdullah the Butcher
Fans put their hands together for the arrival of a legend: the younger Brisco brother waved back at the crowd, with a smile on his face; the smile was soon evaporated by the sounds of the dry winds of the desert, and cheers shifted to jeers: The Butcher was coming.
Abdullah’s face was covered by the keffiyeh, the traditional headwear, as he entered the ring. The bell rang, and Abdullah demanded a moment to remove his sacred headgear, and Brisco used the moment to pander to the crowd. Turning his back to Abdullah, the keffiyeh was quickly discarded, and Abdullah paid no attention to the ceremony he himself asked for. He clubbed Brisco to the mat, before locking in a chinlock.
Gerald fought back, and one he was up, he started wrestling circles around the bigger man; wristlocks were followed by spinning headlocks: these made the big man dizzy, and the technical southerner followed up with an inverted toe hold, dropping the African to his knees. Brisco already looked for a belly to back suplex - but Abdullah twisted, crushing the smaller man beneath him.
Abdullah began smacking the technical wrestler with crossfaces; the crowd booed as the big man teed off. The Madman from Sudan took a moment to insult the crowd, before turning towards the American. The American in question recuperated enough to land a dropkick to the Madman’s deformed forehead, and once more rolling him up in all sorts of holds. Brisco finally got Abdullah on his back, before sitting on him in a rana position, scoring a two count. But before the three, the big man countered, getting atop of Brisco; no elaborate holds were administered, and the big man did not even take a step back to land an elbow or a leg drop. The Butcher was hungry, and eyes were on the menu. He stuck his fingers in Gerald’s eyesockets: to the disgust of the audience, and the scolding of the referee, the African did not let up.
He was disqualified, obviously, but the bell did not save the young Brisco. So, the older Brisco, Jack, ran to the ring. He did not bother kicking nor pushing the Butcher off of his brother: he simply choked him out with a rear naked choke. As they removed the carcass of The Butcher, and as they made sure that younger Brisco’s eye was just fine and dandy, Jack faced the ramp, as his opponent was coming down.
#3. Jack Brisco vs Bobby Duncum Jr.
Brisco outwrestled young Bobby at every occasion; such was his amateur acumen. Duncum locked in a classic side headlock, and put his weight on the smaller veteran. But Brisco started countering with a top wristlock. Bobby pushed back down, and Jack stepped on the inside of Duncum’s knee, surprising and lowering the younger man’s stance; then he locked in a top wristlock, and worked the arm all the way to the mat, as Bobby found the bottom rope, though barely
BDJ then poked the eye of the veteran, and slammed the rassler a few times on the mat. A momentary control segment from the younger man was soon proved to unexperienced, as he went back to the side headlock. Jack Brisco got out of this one easily, as he already did so earlier in the bout. But BDJ went for the eye of the veteran wrestler once more, before going for a short armed lariat. Briscoe of course, ducked, and hit a picture perfect Arm Trapped Bridging Backdrop Suplex, dropping BDJ atop of his head, and scoring the three count.
Brisco Brothers reunited in the ring, celebrating Jack’s victory. Not only did Jack beat young Duncum easily, but he singlehandedly choked out Abdullah the Butcher. As much as the older Brisco seemed badass, he knew better than to gloat: for The Butcher never forgets.
#4. Stan Hansen vs Billy Robinson
The main event was a clash of styles indeed.
Robinson was a no-nonsense amateur, World of Sports style technical wrestler; he gave a couple of inches and a few dozens of pounds on the rowdy cowboy, but he nonetheless had Hansen wrapped up in pretzels a handful of times before the match hit a five minute mark. Irrate, as he usually was, Hansen would answer with clubs and forearms and ugly fists of unforgiveness, and managed to put the British Gentleman down for a near fall.
Back Robinson was to answer with a few majestic rollups and submissions, but The Man would stand true to his nickname, as he DDT-ed the Englishman, before putting him away with a strong Western Lariat. The crowd was split: half of them cheered, and the other half gave The Man their thumbs down.
The Lariat however, snatched his lariat in one hand, and the mic in another: he screamed for The King, the veteran, the favorite, to show his face and fight him. Hansen was a man with a chip on his shoulder, and he was impatient to shake it off. But alas, he had to wait, as Jesse Ventura had pointed out:
“Now, I wouldn’t like to get on the nerves of The Man, Bawhb, but Hansen is sure as hell gonna have to wait to face Race in this cup. They’re not even in the same group!”
Bob Caudle smirked calmly as always: “Be as it may, Jesse, these sorts of tournaments always finish up mightly quickly. And that is, if The Man is even willing to wait to get his hands on The King. But nonetheless, that will be our time tonight: with the sights of Hansen throwing his lariat around the ringside, we’ll see you next week. So long, wrestling fans!”.
Atlantic Cup Night 1 Results:
Harley Race def. Afa (07:17)
Gerald Brisco def. Abdullah the Butcher (13:34)
Jack Brisco def. Bobby Duncum Jr. (08:21)
Stan Hansen def. Billy Robinson (11:01)
Atlantic Cup table (blocks A and B )
Block A Points
Harley Race 3
Jack Briscoe 3
Afa 0
Abdullah the Butcher 0
Block B Points
Stan Hansen 3
Gerald Briscoe 3
Billy Robinson 0
Bobby Duncum Jr. 0
All great things are forged from fire. And as the fire of the pyrotechnics calmed, a crowd of two thousand strong packed the small arena, before the camera focused on the two announcers atop of the entrance ramp, and slightly to the side of it, behind the commentary booth.
“Hello, wrestling fans,” the great Bob Caudle began, “let me, please, welcome you all to the very first evening of our Atlantic Rasslin’ Connection, and the very first night of our Atlantic Cup! Lemme welcome my colleague for this night, and hopefully many nights to follow, if he does not get himself cancelled as you youngsters would put it, “The Body” himself!”.
“Well hello to you too, Bawhb! This is the former governor of Minnesota reporting, Jesse Ventura here. Now, why would you introduce me so politically, Bawhb? I don’t plan to ruin this gig here.”
Caudle responded: “Hey, don’t call me out, partner, it wasn’t me bragging about my political past here, Jesse! But is sure as heck it is good to have you at the booth. I don’t think I would’ve been able to call all of this hot action alone here tonight, so let us just send you fans right to ringside, right now, for the greatest announcer ever, Michael Buffer!”.
In the ring, Buffer took over: “Ladies and gentlemen, allow yourselves to be welcomed to the very first night of ARC, and the first night of Atlantic Cup! Here is the first match!”, Buffer announced the competitors of the match, and as they entered the ring, he announced: “and for the thousands in attendance… and the, realistically, other thousands watching around Japan as well as the Atlantic, where it is the early morning hours… let’s get rrrrreaaadyyy to rrrumbleeeee!!!©”.
#1. Harley Race vs Afa:
Afa did not want to lock up for a second with Harley, and started throwing punches and throat thrusts; these phased The King for a while only, and he soon threw out the holds and lock-ups: he started punching The Samoan right in the face, though to little effect. As Harley raced off the ropes, he was caught with a ring-shaking Samoan Drop.
But The King lived! Fighting out of the chinlock, he sent the Samoan off the ropes, and caught him with a High Knee. To drive his point home, Harley climbed the turnbuckles, and landed a big Diving Headbutt, and won the very first, fiery match of the Atlantic Cup! The ref raised The King’s hand in victory, before bowing in front of the victor. After all, there was only one King, in all of pro wrestling. Surely.
#2. Gerald Brisco vs. Abdullah the Butcher
Fans put their hands together for the arrival of a legend: the younger Brisco brother waved back at the crowd, with a smile on his face; the smile was soon evaporated by the sounds of the dry winds of the desert, and cheers shifted to jeers: The Butcher was coming.
Abdullah’s face was covered by the keffiyeh, the traditional headwear, as he entered the ring. The bell rang, and Abdullah demanded a moment to remove his sacred headgear, and Brisco used the moment to pander to the crowd. Turning his back to Abdullah, the keffiyeh was quickly discarded, and Abdullah paid no attention to the ceremony he himself asked for. He clubbed Brisco to the mat, before locking in a chinlock.
Gerald fought back, and one he was up, he started wrestling circles around the bigger man; wristlocks were followed by spinning headlocks: these made the big man dizzy, and the technical southerner followed up with an inverted toe hold, dropping the African to his knees. Brisco already looked for a belly to back suplex - but Abdullah twisted, crushing the smaller man beneath him.
Abdullah began smacking the technical wrestler with crossfaces; the crowd booed as the big man teed off. The Madman from Sudan took a moment to insult the crowd, before turning towards the American. The American in question recuperated enough to land a dropkick to the Madman’s deformed forehead, and once more rolling him up in all sorts of holds. Brisco finally got Abdullah on his back, before sitting on him in a rana position, scoring a two count. But before the three, the big man countered, getting atop of Brisco; no elaborate holds were administered, and the big man did not even take a step back to land an elbow or a leg drop. The Butcher was hungry, and eyes were on the menu. He stuck his fingers in Gerald’s eyesockets: to the disgust of the audience, and the scolding of the referee, the African did not let up.
He was disqualified, obviously, but the bell did not save the young Brisco. So, the older Brisco, Jack, ran to the ring. He did not bother kicking nor pushing the Butcher off of his brother: he simply choked him out with a rear naked choke. As they removed the carcass of The Butcher, and as they made sure that younger Brisco’s eye was just fine and dandy, Jack faced the ramp, as his opponent was coming down.
#3. Jack Brisco vs Bobby Duncum Jr.
Brisco outwrestled young Bobby at every occasion; such was his amateur acumen. Duncum locked in a classic side headlock, and put his weight on the smaller veteran. But Brisco started countering with a top wristlock. Bobby pushed back down, and Jack stepped on the inside of Duncum’s knee, surprising and lowering the younger man’s stance; then he locked in a top wristlock, and worked the arm all the way to the mat, as Bobby found the bottom rope, though barely
BDJ then poked the eye of the veteran, and slammed the rassler a few times on the mat. A momentary control segment from the younger man was soon proved to unexperienced, as he went back to the side headlock. Jack Brisco got out of this one easily, as he already did so earlier in the bout. But BDJ went for the eye of the veteran wrestler once more, before going for a short armed lariat. Briscoe of course, ducked, and hit a picture perfect Arm Trapped Bridging Backdrop Suplex, dropping BDJ atop of his head, and scoring the three count.
Brisco Brothers reunited in the ring, celebrating Jack’s victory. Not only did Jack beat young Duncum easily, but he singlehandedly choked out Abdullah the Butcher. As much as the older Brisco seemed badass, he knew better than to gloat: for The Butcher never forgets.
#4. Stan Hansen vs Billy Robinson
The main event was a clash of styles indeed.
Robinson was a no-nonsense amateur, World of Sports style technical wrestler; he gave a couple of inches and a few dozens of pounds on the rowdy cowboy, but he nonetheless had Hansen wrapped up in pretzels a handful of times before the match hit a five minute mark. Irrate, as he usually was, Hansen would answer with clubs and forearms and ugly fists of unforgiveness, and managed to put the British Gentleman down for a near fall.
Back Robinson was to answer with a few majestic rollups and submissions, but The Man would stand true to his nickname, as he DDT-ed the Englishman, before putting him away with a strong Western Lariat. The crowd was split: half of them cheered, and the other half gave The Man their thumbs down.
The Lariat however, snatched his lariat in one hand, and the mic in another: he screamed for The King, the veteran, the favorite, to show his face and fight him. Hansen was a man with a chip on his shoulder, and he was impatient to shake it off. But alas, he had to wait, as Jesse Ventura had pointed out:
“Now, I wouldn’t like to get on the nerves of The Man, Bawhb, but Hansen is sure as hell gonna have to wait to face Race in this cup. They’re not even in the same group!”
Bob Caudle smirked calmly as always: “Be as it may, Jesse, these sorts of tournaments always finish up mightly quickly. And that is, if The Man is even willing to wait to get his hands on The King. But nonetheless, that will be our time tonight: with the sights of Hansen throwing his lariat around the ringside, we’ll see you next week. So long, wrestling fans!”.
Atlantic Cup Night 1 Results:
Harley Race def. Afa (07:17)
Gerald Brisco def. Abdullah the Butcher (13:34)
Jack Brisco def. Bobby Duncum Jr. (08:21)
Stan Hansen def. Billy Robinson (11:01)
Atlantic Cup table (blocks A and B )
Block A Points
Harley Race 3
Jack Briscoe 3
Afa 0
Abdullah the Butcher 0
Block B Points
Stan Hansen 3
Gerald Briscoe 3
Billy Robinson 0
Bobby Duncum Jr. 0
