Post by Jeff L. on Oct 3, 2024 17:07:21 GMT -5
“Hello, wrestling fans, you didn’t think we’d leave you, did you? We got a doozy for you peeps here tonight, don’t we, Jess?”.
“You got that right for once, Bawhb, four matches from blocks A and B of the Atlantic Cup. But firstly, we just have to address last week’s drama surrounding the so called Aiga, the Samoan wrestling dynasty.”
“That’s true, Jess, we’ve seen a grief stricken family, and one member of it take advantage, wouldn’t you say so, Jessie?”.
“Well, I can’t say he did not take advantage, but as all families, The Aiga needs to look to the future, not the past. And Peter Maivia is the future.”
“Be as it may, Jess, we have another member of Aiga waiting backstage with a mic. And he’s another “wildman” who can talk, believe it or not, Jesse.”
“Now will you stop, Bawhb?! I already apologised for that remark. Here is Mr. Afa the Samoan!”.
Backstage, Afa was seen in his wrestling gear, clutching a microphone. He quickly recapped last weeks events, and continued: “What our uncle had done was unforgivable. It’s now been over 10 days since the funeral, and as the family slowly recollects, I’ve a message for my brother Sika: you were right to dispute Maivia’s chiefdom. As the oldest son of Muliaiga, it is my birthright to become the matai, and I’ll prove it tonight by besting the Butcher!”.
#1. Afa the Samoan vs Abdullah the Butcher
As both men entered the ring, they wasted no time locking up. In the middle of the intense collar-and-elbow, Abdullah went for the eyes of the Samoan, digging deep, and Afa pushed The Madman off. Angrily, he called for another lock-up; only to kick Abdullah in the gut, and he sent him off the ropes. He leapfrogged the African twice, before connecting with a double chop to the chest.
With the Butcher slowly rising off the mat, Afa ran the ropes, connecting with many clotheslines and crossbodies, looking to gas out the much larger man, and as Abdullah took a breather, Afa flew of the second rope, but only to receive a throat thrust for his trouble. Butcher was now in control.
Abdullah slammed the Samoan, and mounted him to deliver multiple punches to his face. The crowd booed the African, as he jawed them off, and out of the corner he ran with a Meat Cleaver, a running elbow drop. But Afa rolled away!
Afa then continued with a chop combination, and sent Abdullah staggering. Afa sent out a primal scream to the adoring crowd; and then landed a savate kick to send the big man to the mat. He ran the corner and connected with a running splash.
But Abdullah had kicked out! Once more Afa had ran at his opponent, diving down, but Abdullah had put his thumb out, and Afa’s eye was hit and damaged. Swinging fists at the Madman, he wasn’t able to shake him off, and Abdullah went to finish his tonight’s dish – the left eye of Afa. The Madman was gouging and biting.
The ref wanted to wave the match off, but Afa declined. Bravely, yet mercilessly, he met Abdullah in his own game – he’d stick his own thumb in Abdullah’s own eye, and managed to get the Butcher off of himself. Without a second thought, and with one good eye, he savate kicked Abdullah twice, without hesitation, before quickly scaling the second rope and hitting a splash, finally for the win.
Afa the Samoan, the Chief Contender, had covered his damaged eye, but not before signalling to the camera that he was coming for his own uncle, as the commentators announced the second match of the night.
#2. Jack Brisco vs Harley Race
“As dramatic as The Aiga story is, one Mr. Race also has a lot on his plate, Bawhb.”
“You’re so real for that one, Jesse, not only does Harley Race have Jack Brisco to overcome here tonight, but he also has a mad, blind cowboy breathing down his neck!”.
“Blind? Don’t tell me you ate those rumors up, Bawhb! In any way, the men are already out here, and there’s the bell!”.
From the very beginning, Briscoe went all technical on Harley, with top wristlock and hammerlock combination; Race was no slouch either, and followed him in this play, leading to both men getting tangled up in the ropes, and the ref broke it up.
Off the ropes they went, and a criss-cross spot ensued, with Harley dropping down, but ring savvy as Jack was, he jumped on his back, and pulled off a reverse full nelson with his legs, wrapping Harley up in a pinning combination, out of which Race barely kicked out, and brought Brisco down with a side headlock takedown.
He cinched it in for a couple of excruciating minutes; and as blood flew in Brisco’s head and reddened his face, he managed to rise on his feet, and started to wiggle out of it. Race soon proved his own prowess, as he let go of the hold, only to land a short armed lariat on Jack. A two count he got out of it. On their feet they were, and Race continued with a suplex, but Brisco landed on his feet and connected with a series of dropkicks.
Now he had The King dazed: and Brisco continued with a double underhook hold, dragging power out of Race’s body. Bravely did Harley fight on, but as he got up on his feet again, Jack shifted his hips, and delivered a majestic bridging butterfly suplex, a one, a two ensued, and the count stopped at a two and a half.
Brisco was now in relative control, and he reached behind Race, looking for a bridging belly to back suplex. Race did not quit, and he pressed down on Brisco with another side headlock. Even though Brisco got Harley off his feet, the power of the headlock was too much, and Jack fell on his knees. Quickly, Race delivered a piledriver on the hurt head of the older Brisco brother.
Yet he did not go for a pin; the commentators wondered at this decision, but the tactic was soon revealed as Race scaled the buckles, put his hands in the air to a reaction of the crowd – before soaring in the air and crashing down with a huge diving headbutt. It would be enough for a three count.
As Michael Buffer was announcing Race as the winner, and the referee was raising The King’s arm, Bob Caudle was seen entering the ropes with a mic in his hands, and he congratulated Race, before asking him about Hansen’s comments last week.
“Oh, careful there, Bawhb”, Ventura noticed on commentary for the fans at home, “I’d save the provocative questions for after The King processes all that adrenaline.”
Surprisingly, a sweaty, red-faced Race answered calmly: “Hansen talks a bit much, don’t he? How about this, Stan the Man”, Race looked at the camera, “you focus on the opponents in your own group, before you start talking about The King. I am not concerned about you; for what is a Man to a King?”.
Both men were asked to retire from ringside, to stop possible involvement in the next match, as both wrestlers were perceived to have personal interest in it.
#3. Gerald Brisco vs Stan Hansen
The main event was an interesting mirror-match of the previous one: the younger Brisco against Race’s nemesis, the wild, rowdy, Stan Hansen.
It started differently to the previous match though: almost no wrestling was present, as Hansen lunged at Brisco, irate from Race’s comments. Gerald was no slouch either, and he quickly caught the memo: slaps, clubs and headbutts flew in the middle of the ring, and Hansen won this hockey fight to no surprise.
Stan the Man continued bruising his smaller opponent with elbow drops as he was on the mat. Taking a moment to curse the Japanese crowd (who promptly booed), Hansen ran out of the corner, hitting a nose-shattering knee drop to Gerald, before covering Brisco with the pin.
Yet, the proud technical Oklahoman kicked out, rising to his knees. Hansen did not let up, kicking at the face of his opponent as he was getting up. Brisco ducked one of the kicks, and continued with punches and elbow smashes to the mush of the cowboy. Gerald sent the slightly dazed cowboy off the ropes, and dropped his head, awaiting to hit the back body drop. Yet the heavy Texan caught him with a front facelock, and before Brisco could fight off, Stan dropped him with a brain-shattering, skull-crushing DDT. Hansen could now feel it; the three count was in his grasp. As he covered his opponent, ref’s hand struck the mat once, and twice as well. Yet before the third mat-slap, Briscoe’s shoulder was in the air.
Rageful, and with all hell’s demon’s cusses and curses on his lips, he did not wait for Briscoe to get up. He dragged him by his hair, and a Western Lariat turned the smaller wrestler inside out. From there, Hansen easily caught the three count.
After the bell rang, Ventura was seen entering the ring, mic in his hand, similar to how Caudle approached Race after his match. However, Stan was not the man to wait respectfully for the reporter to greet him and ask the question; The Man snatched the mic from Ventura’s hand, swiped the sweat from his brow, and screamed:
“Race, you no-good, yellow hack! Yooouu said: what is a man to a king? This is not a man talking; this is The Man! And when The Man talks, no-good, yellow-backed pretenders like you stay quiet! And who the hell crowned you a king anyway?! That no-good, ‘rasslin never-was, entertainment wanna-be promotion in New York?! Bah! I’ll mow through all these – carpenters in my block, and I will whip you when we finally meet.”, Hansen finished, clutching the lariat in his hand.
#4. Bobby Duncum Jr. vs ?
BDJ entered the ring to a salvo of boos. He doubled down on the heat as he grabbed the mic, and he bragged how his scheduled opponent, Billy Robinson, quit ARC because he was too afraid to fight him. He proclaimed that he’d be glad to take his three points, and commanded the announcer to announce him as the winner.
Buffer took the mic, and with hesitation proceeded: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via forfeit, the man who earned himself three points here tonight, Bobby Duncum Ju…”.
But he was interrupted by the ARC Commissioner himself! As Mr. Dory Funk made his way on the ramp, he wasted no time addressing Bobby Duncum Jr.
“Sure thing, young man, you can freely have these three points tonight, but only if you can win your match! The people were promised a match here tonight, and by God, the match they’re gonna get. So without further ado, please welcome Duncum’s opponent for tonight. Let’s just say, Bobby, you’re gonna have to fight as bravely as a knight, if you ever hope to take down a king…”
Crowd cheered as they expected Harley Race to make his entrance again, and yet, a different, but nonetheless globally known theme hit. The audience exploded as The Great Gate at Kiev by Mussorgsky started playing.
The people went crazy, and Buffer exclaimed: “Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the greatest of all time: Jerry, The Kiiiiing, Lawler!!!”.
Lawler made his way in the ring to a barrage of cheers. BDJ’s jaw was on the floor, but he recollected as the bell rang. He tried to catch Lawler off guard; with right hand haymakers, he tried to put The King down. People booed.
But Jerry shook them all off, before throwing punches of his own. He had Duncum on his back already, and lifted him up for a piledriver. People cheered.
To cap it off, The King climbed the second rope, put his straps down, and through the air filled with thousands of cheers and screams The King flew, landing a diving fist drop on Duncum Jr. Simple as that, Jerry “The King” Lawler was the winner, as Bob Caudle adioed the people at home: “so long, wrestling fans!”.
Atlantic Cup Night 3 results:
Afa the Samoan def Abdullah the Butcher (10:29)
Harley Race def Jack Brisco (14:06)
Stan Hansen def Gerald Brisco (05:42)
Bobby Duncum Jr. vs Jerry Lawler (03:00)
Atlantic Cup table (following Night 3):
Block A
Race 6
J. Briscoe 3
Afa 3
Abdullah 0
Block B
Hansen 6
G. Briscoe 3
BDJ 0
Robinson - forfeit
Block C
Vader 3
Albright 3
Bigelow 0
Traylor 0
Block D
Maivia 3
Wahoo 3
Sika 0
Ace 0
“You got that right for once, Bawhb, four matches from blocks A and B of the Atlantic Cup. But firstly, we just have to address last week’s drama surrounding the so called Aiga, the Samoan wrestling dynasty.”
“That’s true, Jess, we’ve seen a grief stricken family, and one member of it take advantage, wouldn’t you say so, Jessie?”.
“Well, I can’t say he did not take advantage, but as all families, The Aiga needs to look to the future, not the past. And Peter Maivia is the future.”
“Be as it may, Jess, we have another member of Aiga waiting backstage with a mic. And he’s another “wildman” who can talk, believe it or not, Jesse.”
“Now will you stop, Bawhb?! I already apologised for that remark. Here is Mr. Afa the Samoan!”.
Backstage, Afa was seen in his wrestling gear, clutching a microphone. He quickly recapped last weeks events, and continued: “What our uncle had done was unforgivable. It’s now been over 10 days since the funeral, and as the family slowly recollects, I’ve a message for my brother Sika: you were right to dispute Maivia’s chiefdom. As the oldest son of Muliaiga, it is my birthright to become the matai, and I’ll prove it tonight by besting the Butcher!”.
#1. Afa the Samoan vs Abdullah the Butcher
As both men entered the ring, they wasted no time locking up. In the middle of the intense collar-and-elbow, Abdullah went for the eyes of the Samoan, digging deep, and Afa pushed The Madman off. Angrily, he called for another lock-up; only to kick Abdullah in the gut, and he sent him off the ropes. He leapfrogged the African twice, before connecting with a double chop to the chest.
With the Butcher slowly rising off the mat, Afa ran the ropes, connecting with many clotheslines and crossbodies, looking to gas out the much larger man, and as Abdullah took a breather, Afa flew of the second rope, but only to receive a throat thrust for his trouble. Butcher was now in control.
Abdullah slammed the Samoan, and mounted him to deliver multiple punches to his face. The crowd booed the African, as he jawed them off, and out of the corner he ran with a Meat Cleaver, a running elbow drop. But Afa rolled away!
Afa then continued with a chop combination, and sent Abdullah staggering. Afa sent out a primal scream to the adoring crowd; and then landed a savate kick to send the big man to the mat. He ran the corner and connected with a running splash.
But Abdullah had kicked out! Once more Afa had ran at his opponent, diving down, but Abdullah had put his thumb out, and Afa’s eye was hit and damaged. Swinging fists at the Madman, he wasn’t able to shake him off, and Abdullah went to finish his tonight’s dish – the left eye of Afa. The Madman was gouging and biting.
The ref wanted to wave the match off, but Afa declined. Bravely, yet mercilessly, he met Abdullah in his own game – he’d stick his own thumb in Abdullah’s own eye, and managed to get the Butcher off of himself. Without a second thought, and with one good eye, he savate kicked Abdullah twice, without hesitation, before quickly scaling the second rope and hitting a splash, finally for the win.
Afa the Samoan, the Chief Contender, had covered his damaged eye, but not before signalling to the camera that he was coming for his own uncle, as the commentators announced the second match of the night.
#2. Jack Brisco vs Harley Race
“As dramatic as The Aiga story is, one Mr. Race also has a lot on his plate, Bawhb.”
“You’re so real for that one, Jesse, not only does Harley Race have Jack Brisco to overcome here tonight, but he also has a mad, blind cowboy breathing down his neck!”.
“Blind? Don’t tell me you ate those rumors up, Bawhb! In any way, the men are already out here, and there’s the bell!”.
From the very beginning, Briscoe went all technical on Harley, with top wristlock and hammerlock combination; Race was no slouch either, and followed him in this play, leading to both men getting tangled up in the ropes, and the ref broke it up.
Off the ropes they went, and a criss-cross spot ensued, with Harley dropping down, but ring savvy as Jack was, he jumped on his back, and pulled off a reverse full nelson with his legs, wrapping Harley up in a pinning combination, out of which Race barely kicked out, and brought Brisco down with a side headlock takedown.
He cinched it in for a couple of excruciating minutes; and as blood flew in Brisco’s head and reddened his face, he managed to rise on his feet, and started to wiggle out of it. Race soon proved his own prowess, as he let go of the hold, only to land a short armed lariat on Jack. A two count he got out of it. On their feet they were, and Race continued with a suplex, but Brisco landed on his feet and connected with a series of dropkicks.
Now he had The King dazed: and Brisco continued with a double underhook hold, dragging power out of Race’s body. Bravely did Harley fight on, but as he got up on his feet again, Jack shifted his hips, and delivered a majestic bridging butterfly suplex, a one, a two ensued, and the count stopped at a two and a half.
Brisco was now in relative control, and he reached behind Race, looking for a bridging belly to back suplex. Race did not quit, and he pressed down on Brisco with another side headlock. Even though Brisco got Harley off his feet, the power of the headlock was too much, and Jack fell on his knees. Quickly, Race delivered a piledriver on the hurt head of the older Brisco brother.
Yet he did not go for a pin; the commentators wondered at this decision, but the tactic was soon revealed as Race scaled the buckles, put his hands in the air to a reaction of the crowd – before soaring in the air and crashing down with a huge diving headbutt. It would be enough for a three count.
As Michael Buffer was announcing Race as the winner, and the referee was raising The King’s arm, Bob Caudle was seen entering the ropes with a mic in his hands, and he congratulated Race, before asking him about Hansen’s comments last week.
“Oh, careful there, Bawhb”, Ventura noticed on commentary for the fans at home, “I’d save the provocative questions for after The King processes all that adrenaline.”
Surprisingly, a sweaty, red-faced Race answered calmly: “Hansen talks a bit much, don’t he? How about this, Stan the Man”, Race looked at the camera, “you focus on the opponents in your own group, before you start talking about The King. I am not concerned about you; for what is a Man to a King?”.
Both men were asked to retire from ringside, to stop possible involvement in the next match, as both wrestlers were perceived to have personal interest in it.
#3. Gerald Brisco vs Stan Hansen
The main event was an interesting mirror-match of the previous one: the younger Brisco against Race’s nemesis, the wild, rowdy, Stan Hansen.
It started differently to the previous match though: almost no wrestling was present, as Hansen lunged at Brisco, irate from Race’s comments. Gerald was no slouch either, and he quickly caught the memo: slaps, clubs and headbutts flew in the middle of the ring, and Hansen won this hockey fight to no surprise.
Stan the Man continued bruising his smaller opponent with elbow drops as he was on the mat. Taking a moment to curse the Japanese crowd (who promptly booed), Hansen ran out of the corner, hitting a nose-shattering knee drop to Gerald, before covering Brisco with the pin.
Yet, the proud technical Oklahoman kicked out, rising to his knees. Hansen did not let up, kicking at the face of his opponent as he was getting up. Brisco ducked one of the kicks, and continued with punches and elbow smashes to the mush of the cowboy. Gerald sent the slightly dazed cowboy off the ropes, and dropped his head, awaiting to hit the back body drop. Yet the heavy Texan caught him with a front facelock, and before Brisco could fight off, Stan dropped him with a brain-shattering, skull-crushing DDT. Hansen could now feel it; the three count was in his grasp. As he covered his opponent, ref’s hand struck the mat once, and twice as well. Yet before the third mat-slap, Briscoe’s shoulder was in the air.
Rageful, and with all hell’s demon’s cusses and curses on his lips, he did not wait for Briscoe to get up. He dragged him by his hair, and a Western Lariat turned the smaller wrestler inside out. From there, Hansen easily caught the three count.
After the bell rang, Ventura was seen entering the ring, mic in his hand, similar to how Caudle approached Race after his match. However, Stan was not the man to wait respectfully for the reporter to greet him and ask the question; The Man snatched the mic from Ventura’s hand, swiped the sweat from his brow, and screamed:
“Race, you no-good, yellow hack! Yooouu said: what is a man to a king? This is not a man talking; this is The Man! And when The Man talks, no-good, yellow-backed pretenders like you stay quiet! And who the hell crowned you a king anyway?! That no-good, ‘rasslin never-was, entertainment wanna-be promotion in New York?! Bah! I’ll mow through all these – carpenters in my block, and I will whip you when we finally meet.”, Hansen finished, clutching the lariat in his hand.
#4. Bobby Duncum Jr. vs ?
BDJ entered the ring to a salvo of boos. He doubled down on the heat as he grabbed the mic, and he bragged how his scheduled opponent, Billy Robinson, quit ARC because he was too afraid to fight him. He proclaimed that he’d be glad to take his three points, and commanded the announcer to announce him as the winner.
Buffer took the mic, and with hesitation proceeded: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via forfeit, the man who earned himself three points here tonight, Bobby Duncum Ju…”.
But he was interrupted by the ARC Commissioner himself! As Mr. Dory Funk made his way on the ramp, he wasted no time addressing Bobby Duncum Jr.
“Sure thing, young man, you can freely have these three points tonight, but only if you can win your match! The people were promised a match here tonight, and by God, the match they’re gonna get. So without further ado, please welcome Duncum’s opponent for tonight. Let’s just say, Bobby, you’re gonna have to fight as bravely as a knight, if you ever hope to take down a king…”
Crowd cheered as they expected Harley Race to make his entrance again, and yet, a different, but nonetheless globally known theme hit. The audience exploded as The Great Gate at Kiev by Mussorgsky started playing.
The people went crazy, and Buffer exclaimed: “Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the greatest of all time: Jerry, The Kiiiiing, Lawler!!!”.
Lawler made his way in the ring to a barrage of cheers. BDJ’s jaw was on the floor, but he recollected as the bell rang. He tried to catch Lawler off guard; with right hand haymakers, he tried to put The King down. People booed.
But Jerry shook them all off, before throwing punches of his own. He had Duncum on his back already, and lifted him up for a piledriver. People cheered.
To cap it off, The King climbed the second rope, put his straps down, and through the air filled with thousands of cheers and screams The King flew, landing a diving fist drop on Duncum Jr. Simple as that, Jerry “The King” Lawler was the winner, as Bob Caudle adioed the people at home: “so long, wrestling fans!”.
Atlantic Cup Night 3 results:
Afa the Samoan def Abdullah the Butcher (10:29)
Harley Race def Jack Brisco (14:06)
Stan Hansen def Gerald Brisco (05:42)
Bobby Duncum Jr. vs Jerry Lawler (03:00)
Atlantic Cup table (following Night 3):
Block A
Race 6
J. Briscoe 3
Afa 3
Abdullah 0
Block B
Hansen 6
G. Briscoe 3
BDJ 0
Robinson - forfeit
Block C
Vader 3
Albright 3
Bigelow 0
Traylor 0
Block D
Maivia 3
Wahoo 3
Sika 0
Ace 0
