Post by Jeff L. on Oct 3, 2024 17:11:16 GMT -5
„Hello, wrestling fans, let your favorite commentary team welcome you to another night of best pro wrestling action in the world, the Atlantic Cup! My name’s Bob Caudle, and the man sitting to my right is one Jesse Ventura, the self proclaimed, “The Body”!”.
“Oh, we’re 10 seconds on the air, and you’re already lying to our fans, Bawhb! I’ll have you know, I had to take that nickname because the promotors and the fans begged me to! You weren’t there in the Baja to see what kind of a body I used to have, Bawhb!”.
“Used to have, indeed, my good partner! And speaking of legendary past, there’s no greater history than the history of the most celebrated wrestling dynasty, The Aiga. And tonight, we’ll see another chapter in their story, as both Sika and the self-proclaimed High Chief compete tonight. Stick around, fans!”.
Ventura then spoke: “Self-proclaimed, you’re gonna have problems if you keep insulting legends of the business like that! Before you fans see these matches, here’s some table recap so we’re all caught up on the competition here in the Cup. Read and be educated, fans, don’t be like Bawhb here.”
AC graphics then ran across the screen:
Atlantic Cup table (following Night 3):
Block A: Block B: Block C: Block D:
Harley Race (6) Stan Hansen (6) Big Van Vader (3) Peter Maivia (3)
Jack Briscoe (3) Gerald Briscoe (3) Gary Albright (3) Wahoo McDaniel (3)
Afa (3) BDJ (0) Bam Bam Bigelow (0) Sika (0)
Abdullah (0) Billy Robinson (forfeit due to leaving the company) Ray Traylor (0) Johnny Ace (0)
“And to start the night off, Bam Bam Bigelow and Gary Albright are already making their way down the ring. Take it away, Buff!”. Michael Buffer introduced the competitors as they entered the ring
#1. Bam Bam Bigelow vs Gary Albright
The behemoths approached each other as the bell rang, standing in the middle of the ring. Riding the momentum of his previous win, Albright went on to put Bam Bam on the mat early on in the contest. Double leg takedown was followed by a body mount, and Bam Bam knew better than to stay put; he turned quickly, lying face down, crawling for the rope, as Albright looked to pick his arm for an armbar already. Before Bigelow could seize the ropes, Gary caught his reaching arm, and applied a Fujiwara armbar. He cranked on it a few times, before Bigelow got to the ropes. A clean break ensued.
Bigelow shook his already hurting arm off. He circled the amateur specialist, as he knew better than to straight up lock-up with the technically savvy opponent. Bigelow lunged and cinched a headlock on his opponent, turning his back towards the ropes. Albright had no choice but to shoot him off of them: Bigelow was waiting for this. As he bounced off the ropes, Albright ducked, and Bigelow jumped over him, coming from the other side with a leaping shoulderblock.
Bigelow was the man in control now. He whipped his opponent in the corner, and connected with two corner splashes. As Gary fell on the mat, Bam Bam was looking to crush him with a Running Splash. Yet, Albright was waiting for him. He quickly turned while on the mat, and caught a diving Bigelow with a triangle choke, wrenching on.
Bam Bam went for the ropes, his powerful arm reaching for the middle rope, but Albright was, as every good technician is, two steps ahead. The grappler transitioned into a standing armbar, catching Bigelow’s reaching arm. The same arm Albright already worked on earlier. He wrenched so hard, the high-flying big man was already laying prone on the mat, trapped in a cross-arm bar. The crowd got up, as they awaited a tap-out.
But the big man surprised everyone, showing his resilience, as his foot found the bottom rope, and the ref broke the hold off. Bigelow had one last chance, resting in the corner as Albright got up on his feet. Bam Bam’s arm was not working anymore. But his legs were!
He kicked Gary away in the corner, and went to the top rope. Looking to hit a high-flying splash, he took a bit longer to find his position. Albright was no slouch, despite his 300-pound frame, he lunged on the top rope, and he caught Bigelow. With the crowd gasping once more, he landed a ring-shaking, jaw-dropping belly to belly superplex. And the supermove was enough for a three count.
#2. Big Van Vader vs Ray Traylor
From the moment Traylor walked in the ring, the crowd was tearing him apart. Boos rained down the former bossman, and signs saying Ray Traitor could be seen in the sea of people. Traylor was taken aback, but nonetheless jawed back at the crowd, resulting in an unmatched level of heat.
“I suppose the word has gone out, Traylor is on his way out of the company, and the fans know it, Jess.”, Caudle started.
“Serves him right, Bawhb, if you ask me”, Ventura replied, “you know how protective AJPW is about their talent. We don’t take kindly to outsiders here, and we protect all the boys in the back. And to have one of us leave like this, in the middle of the tournament, well that’s just damn low, partner! At least Traylor will honour his dates, and see the Atlantic Cup through, unlike some others!”, finished Ventura, hinting at Billy Robinson’s departure on the last show.
The jeers of the crowd grew. The heat built up to the rafters, and as soon as Traylor opponent’s theme hit, all the noise turned into an uproar of delight: as one giant was on his way out, the fans knew, this giant would never. Their giant. Their monster. Their Mastodon.
And big Vader did not hesitate. Hammers rained down on the bossman, whose face turned red, then blue, then black. Big Van Vader had him on his knees, yet he did not stop. Off the ropes he sent him, and caught him with a huge powerslam, before raining stomps, kicks and cusses on the fallen Traylor. He would continue with a couple of splashes.
Yet he did not go for the win. He begged for Ray to get up, only to send him in the corner to continue his brutal punishment. Vader acted as an HR specialist from hell, writing a painful goodbye letter to the worker on his way out of the job. Taking a step back, he ran at Traylor with a corner splash, crushing him in the corner. Vader then climbed the second rope, screaming at the hungry crowd, and the people answered with a salvo of blood-thirsty cheers, willing the big man on towards further destruction. And The Mastodon delivered – with a Vader Bomb off the second rope.
Covering his opponent, a one, and a two followed, but before the three, Vader broke the cover. People cheered more, as their monster hero uttered not yet, you fat sonuvva bitch! Big Van Vader finally, and unmercifully finished it off with a grand powerbomb, to a huge pop from the crowd.
Another three points for Vader, and as for Traylor, he knew he had one more match to survive before being allowed to leave the company. But the big story was indeed the 450 pound Mastodon: for the people, despite, or perhaps for, his sheer, unmerciful brutality, began to grow fond of their new monster.
#3. Sika the Samoan vs Wahoo McDaniel
“As fun as that match was, Jesse, we have to be looking forward to the next match. As we will be witnessing the next chapter in the story of Aiga unfold.”
“That’s very true, Caudle, and hopefully a fellow chief will put that disputing Sika down, and teach him how to respect his High Chief!”.
“Oh, if I may borrow a line: will you stop?!”, Bob Caudle brushed his commentary partner off, as both Sika and The Chief McDaniel entered the ropes for their match.
Sika’s gaze showed seriousness, and yet McDaniel’s eyes were full of compassion. He approached the Samoan, and firmly shook his hand; Wahoo was obviously not a fan of Maivia’s actions, and offered Sika and Afa his support. But the match had to continue.
Wahoo tried wrestling Sika to the ground, yet the Samoan did not relent. He took Wahoo down, before continuing with elbow drops and karate chops. These fired The Chief up, despite the earlier show of respect. A combo of chops lit Sika’s chest up, and he’d continue with a right hand, sending Sika on his knee. From there, McDaniel ran the ropes, looking for a running overhead chop, but a Samoan Drop put The Chief on the mat.
Wasting no time, Sika scaled the second rope. Not wasting time to showboat, urgency was the name of the game; and he dived off the ropes with a Samoan Splash. However, Wahoo would kick out, shocking the Samoan, and started mounting his comeback.
Wahoo would proceed to slam his opponent, and finish him off with a Tomahawk Chop off the second rope. This was enough to score the win. The Chief did not celebrate; he noticed Sika’s disappointed look, and helped him to his feet, before grabbing the mic:
“It was you, Sika. It was you who faced me as a man, and as a competitor, even though we are friends. Because that’s what brave men do, they do their job – and in our cursed job, it sometimes means having to fight your friends. You and your brother, I’d acknowledge any of you as my Chief, if I were in your tribe…
But as for you, Peter Maivia… I’ve no respect for you. To take advantage of a family’s grief like that, to fill that chief spot… you disgust me. To betray your nephews like that, to steal away their birthright, that’s damn low, and damn pathetic. But if this is a game you wanna play, oh “high chief”, two can play it, trust me. You wanna prove you’re the greatest chief? Face another. Face me, Maivia, and we’ll see who the better chief really is.”
#4. Peter Maivia vs Johnny Ace
While Johnny Ace was making his way down the ramp, the boos for him were a bit more silent than usual. Aware of this, he jumped on the second rope to jaw away at the crowd, whose jeers did not swell. For they were all mostly reserved for his opponent tonight.
As the smug, almost royal stance of the High Chief was seen on the rampway, the audience let it all out: the usually respectful Japanese crowd was tearing at the Samoan, letting him know what they thought of him. A usurper, a pretender, words echoing those of the Wild Samoans, Sika and Afa, and those of the Chief Wahoo McDaniel, roared through the air of the arena.
The match itself was not a very technical, nor a very long affair. The usual heel schtick of Johnny Ace did not work this night; for the High Chief was always a step ahead in this game. Maivia asserted control with chops and overhead slaps, but as he sent Ace of the ropes, Johnny ducked, landing a big boot on the mush of the Chief. Sending him in the corner, he completed a trifecta of corner lariats, and brought the Samoan in the middle of the ring, looking for a Cobra Clutch Suplex.
The Chief however, kneeled down, and sent Johnny over his shoulders. Maivia then picked him up on his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop, but the American shimmied and scrambled, before landing on his feet, and hitting a DDT on Peter. He signalled to the crowd, looking for the Ace Crusher. He locked in the three-quarters facelock, but Maivia pushed him away, and as Ace bounced off the ropes, Maivia finally caught him with that Samoan Drop, securing the win.
The crowd was booing as Maivia demanded a mic, and for Johnny Ace to be rolled out of the ring. As he soaked in the scorn of the people, he started:
“When you pick up a history book, you can see that great leaders were fierce warriors, unmerciful and unforgiving. But, even so, the truly greatest of them were immortalised for the opposite quality: mercy. Oh my young, naïve, unknowing nephews. You know not what you do; you disobey, you rebel, and still your good Chief will forgive you. He will give you another opportunity. For we, the family, The Aiga, must be united in this hour. Our tribe has been offended, and your Chief is here to defend it.”
People in the crowd were openly showing their disgust at Maivia’s egoism. But The High Chief continued: “You pride yourself on being the chief, do you not, Wahoo? You must be priding yourself even more on offending a fellow Chief. But when you come after me, you come after all of Samoa and all of the Pacific Isles, and I will be the one to restore their honor.
Only one battle in our block remains, for the both of us. Both of us, still undefeated. This last fight, this battle of the tribes, this war of kingdoms, this… Clash of the Chiefs. In two weeks, Wahoo, you will see who the greatest Chief is. And for my rebellious nephews: for your sake, and those of your families, you will see as well. And you will… fall in line.”
Boos continued as Maivia left the ring, and Jesse Ventura commented:
“You’ve heard The High Chief himself! In two weeks, Maivia vs McDaniel, both still undefeated; the combat of the crowns, The Clash of the Chiefs! Which chief will claim dominance? Where do Afa and Sika’s allegiances lie?”
Bob Caudle then finished the night off: “And does Maivia have more surprises in store, more aces up his sleeve? And who progresses to the elimination stage of the Atlantic Cup? So many questions, and we will answer them in the upcoming shows. See you next week, and so long, wrestling fans!”.
Atlantic Cup Night 4 results:
Gary Albright def Bam Bam Bigelow (14:04)
Big Van Vader def Ray Traylor (06:54)
Wahoo McDaniel def Sika the Samoan (08:25)
Peter Maivia def Johnny Ace (05:17)
Atlantic Cup table (following Night 4):
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 6
Albright 6
Bigelow 0
Traylor 0
Block D
Maivia 6
Wahoo 6
Sika 0
Ace 0
“Oh, we’re 10 seconds on the air, and you’re already lying to our fans, Bawhb! I’ll have you know, I had to take that nickname because the promotors and the fans begged me to! You weren’t there in the Baja to see what kind of a body I used to have, Bawhb!”.
“Used to have, indeed, my good partner! And speaking of legendary past, there’s no greater history than the history of the most celebrated wrestling dynasty, The Aiga. And tonight, we’ll see another chapter in their story, as both Sika and the self-proclaimed High Chief compete tonight. Stick around, fans!”.
Ventura then spoke: “Self-proclaimed, you’re gonna have problems if you keep insulting legends of the business like that! Before you fans see these matches, here’s some table recap so we’re all caught up on the competition here in the Cup. Read and be educated, fans, don’t be like Bawhb here.”
AC graphics then ran across the screen:
Atlantic Cup table (following Night 3):
Block A: Block B: Block C: Block D:
Harley Race (6) Stan Hansen (6) Big Van Vader (3) Peter Maivia (3)
Jack Briscoe (3) Gerald Briscoe (3) Gary Albright (3) Wahoo McDaniel (3)
Afa (3) BDJ (0) Bam Bam Bigelow (0) Sika (0)
Abdullah (0) Billy Robinson (forfeit due to leaving the company) Ray Traylor (0) Johnny Ace (0)
“And to start the night off, Bam Bam Bigelow and Gary Albright are already making their way down the ring. Take it away, Buff!”. Michael Buffer introduced the competitors as they entered the ring
#1. Bam Bam Bigelow vs Gary Albright
The behemoths approached each other as the bell rang, standing in the middle of the ring. Riding the momentum of his previous win, Albright went on to put Bam Bam on the mat early on in the contest. Double leg takedown was followed by a body mount, and Bam Bam knew better than to stay put; he turned quickly, lying face down, crawling for the rope, as Albright looked to pick his arm for an armbar already. Before Bigelow could seize the ropes, Gary caught his reaching arm, and applied a Fujiwara armbar. He cranked on it a few times, before Bigelow got to the ropes. A clean break ensued.
Bigelow shook his already hurting arm off. He circled the amateur specialist, as he knew better than to straight up lock-up with the technically savvy opponent. Bigelow lunged and cinched a headlock on his opponent, turning his back towards the ropes. Albright had no choice but to shoot him off of them: Bigelow was waiting for this. As he bounced off the ropes, Albright ducked, and Bigelow jumped over him, coming from the other side with a leaping shoulderblock.
Bigelow was the man in control now. He whipped his opponent in the corner, and connected with two corner splashes. As Gary fell on the mat, Bam Bam was looking to crush him with a Running Splash. Yet, Albright was waiting for him. He quickly turned while on the mat, and caught a diving Bigelow with a triangle choke, wrenching on.
Bam Bam went for the ropes, his powerful arm reaching for the middle rope, but Albright was, as every good technician is, two steps ahead. The grappler transitioned into a standing armbar, catching Bigelow’s reaching arm. The same arm Albright already worked on earlier. He wrenched so hard, the high-flying big man was already laying prone on the mat, trapped in a cross-arm bar. The crowd got up, as they awaited a tap-out.
But the big man surprised everyone, showing his resilience, as his foot found the bottom rope, and the ref broke the hold off. Bigelow had one last chance, resting in the corner as Albright got up on his feet. Bam Bam’s arm was not working anymore. But his legs were!
He kicked Gary away in the corner, and went to the top rope. Looking to hit a high-flying splash, he took a bit longer to find his position. Albright was no slouch, despite his 300-pound frame, he lunged on the top rope, and he caught Bigelow. With the crowd gasping once more, he landed a ring-shaking, jaw-dropping belly to belly superplex. And the supermove was enough for a three count.
#2. Big Van Vader vs Ray Traylor
From the moment Traylor walked in the ring, the crowd was tearing him apart. Boos rained down the former bossman, and signs saying Ray Traitor could be seen in the sea of people. Traylor was taken aback, but nonetheless jawed back at the crowd, resulting in an unmatched level of heat.
“I suppose the word has gone out, Traylor is on his way out of the company, and the fans know it, Jess.”, Caudle started.
“Serves him right, Bawhb, if you ask me”, Ventura replied, “you know how protective AJPW is about their talent. We don’t take kindly to outsiders here, and we protect all the boys in the back. And to have one of us leave like this, in the middle of the tournament, well that’s just damn low, partner! At least Traylor will honour his dates, and see the Atlantic Cup through, unlike some others!”, finished Ventura, hinting at Billy Robinson’s departure on the last show.
The jeers of the crowd grew. The heat built up to the rafters, and as soon as Traylor opponent’s theme hit, all the noise turned into an uproar of delight: as one giant was on his way out, the fans knew, this giant would never. Their giant. Their monster. Their Mastodon.
And big Vader did not hesitate. Hammers rained down on the bossman, whose face turned red, then blue, then black. Big Van Vader had him on his knees, yet he did not stop. Off the ropes he sent him, and caught him with a huge powerslam, before raining stomps, kicks and cusses on the fallen Traylor. He would continue with a couple of splashes.
Yet he did not go for the win. He begged for Ray to get up, only to send him in the corner to continue his brutal punishment. Vader acted as an HR specialist from hell, writing a painful goodbye letter to the worker on his way out of the job. Taking a step back, he ran at Traylor with a corner splash, crushing him in the corner. Vader then climbed the second rope, screaming at the hungry crowd, and the people answered with a salvo of blood-thirsty cheers, willing the big man on towards further destruction. And The Mastodon delivered – with a Vader Bomb off the second rope.
Covering his opponent, a one, and a two followed, but before the three, Vader broke the cover. People cheered more, as their monster hero uttered not yet, you fat sonuvva bitch! Big Van Vader finally, and unmercifully finished it off with a grand powerbomb, to a huge pop from the crowd.
Another three points for Vader, and as for Traylor, he knew he had one more match to survive before being allowed to leave the company. But the big story was indeed the 450 pound Mastodon: for the people, despite, or perhaps for, his sheer, unmerciful brutality, began to grow fond of their new monster.
#3. Sika the Samoan vs Wahoo McDaniel
“As fun as that match was, Jesse, we have to be looking forward to the next match. As we will be witnessing the next chapter in the story of Aiga unfold.”
“That’s very true, Caudle, and hopefully a fellow chief will put that disputing Sika down, and teach him how to respect his High Chief!”.
“Oh, if I may borrow a line: will you stop?!”, Bob Caudle brushed his commentary partner off, as both Sika and The Chief McDaniel entered the ropes for their match.
Sika’s gaze showed seriousness, and yet McDaniel’s eyes were full of compassion. He approached the Samoan, and firmly shook his hand; Wahoo was obviously not a fan of Maivia’s actions, and offered Sika and Afa his support. But the match had to continue.
Wahoo tried wrestling Sika to the ground, yet the Samoan did not relent. He took Wahoo down, before continuing with elbow drops and karate chops. These fired The Chief up, despite the earlier show of respect. A combo of chops lit Sika’s chest up, and he’d continue with a right hand, sending Sika on his knee. From there, McDaniel ran the ropes, looking for a running overhead chop, but a Samoan Drop put The Chief on the mat.
Wasting no time, Sika scaled the second rope. Not wasting time to showboat, urgency was the name of the game; and he dived off the ropes with a Samoan Splash. However, Wahoo would kick out, shocking the Samoan, and started mounting his comeback.
Wahoo would proceed to slam his opponent, and finish him off with a Tomahawk Chop off the second rope. This was enough to score the win. The Chief did not celebrate; he noticed Sika’s disappointed look, and helped him to his feet, before grabbing the mic:
“It was you, Sika. It was you who faced me as a man, and as a competitor, even though we are friends. Because that’s what brave men do, they do their job – and in our cursed job, it sometimes means having to fight your friends. You and your brother, I’d acknowledge any of you as my Chief, if I were in your tribe…
But as for you, Peter Maivia… I’ve no respect for you. To take advantage of a family’s grief like that, to fill that chief spot… you disgust me. To betray your nephews like that, to steal away their birthright, that’s damn low, and damn pathetic. But if this is a game you wanna play, oh “high chief”, two can play it, trust me. You wanna prove you’re the greatest chief? Face another. Face me, Maivia, and we’ll see who the better chief really is.”
#4. Peter Maivia vs Johnny Ace
While Johnny Ace was making his way down the ramp, the boos for him were a bit more silent than usual. Aware of this, he jumped on the second rope to jaw away at the crowd, whose jeers did not swell. For they were all mostly reserved for his opponent tonight.
As the smug, almost royal stance of the High Chief was seen on the rampway, the audience let it all out: the usually respectful Japanese crowd was tearing at the Samoan, letting him know what they thought of him. A usurper, a pretender, words echoing those of the Wild Samoans, Sika and Afa, and those of the Chief Wahoo McDaniel, roared through the air of the arena.
The match itself was not a very technical, nor a very long affair. The usual heel schtick of Johnny Ace did not work this night; for the High Chief was always a step ahead in this game. Maivia asserted control with chops and overhead slaps, but as he sent Ace of the ropes, Johnny ducked, landing a big boot on the mush of the Chief. Sending him in the corner, he completed a trifecta of corner lariats, and brought the Samoan in the middle of the ring, looking for a Cobra Clutch Suplex.
The Chief however, kneeled down, and sent Johnny over his shoulders. Maivia then picked him up on his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop, but the American shimmied and scrambled, before landing on his feet, and hitting a DDT on Peter. He signalled to the crowd, looking for the Ace Crusher. He locked in the three-quarters facelock, but Maivia pushed him away, and as Ace bounced off the ropes, Maivia finally caught him with that Samoan Drop, securing the win.
The crowd was booing as Maivia demanded a mic, and for Johnny Ace to be rolled out of the ring. As he soaked in the scorn of the people, he started:
“When you pick up a history book, you can see that great leaders were fierce warriors, unmerciful and unforgiving. But, even so, the truly greatest of them were immortalised for the opposite quality: mercy. Oh my young, naïve, unknowing nephews. You know not what you do; you disobey, you rebel, and still your good Chief will forgive you. He will give you another opportunity. For we, the family, The Aiga, must be united in this hour. Our tribe has been offended, and your Chief is here to defend it.”
People in the crowd were openly showing their disgust at Maivia’s egoism. But The High Chief continued: “You pride yourself on being the chief, do you not, Wahoo? You must be priding yourself even more on offending a fellow Chief. But when you come after me, you come after all of Samoa and all of the Pacific Isles, and I will be the one to restore their honor.
Only one battle in our block remains, for the both of us. Both of us, still undefeated. This last fight, this battle of the tribes, this war of kingdoms, this… Clash of the Chiefs. In two weeks, Wahoo, you will see who the greatest Chief is. And for my rebellious nephews: for your sake, and those of your families, you will see as well. And you will… fall in line.”
Boos continued as Maivia left the ring, and Jesse Ventura commented:
“You’ve heard The High Chief himself! In two weeks, Maivia vs McDaniel, both still undefeated; the combat of the crowns, The Clash of the Chiefs! Which chief will claim dominance? Where do Afa and Sika’s allegiances lie?”
Bob Caudle then finished the night off: “And does Maivia have more surprises in store, more aces up his sleeve? And who progresses to the elimination stage of the Atlantic Cup? So many questions, and we will answer them in the upcoming shows. See you next week, and so long, wrestling fans!”.
Atlantic Cup Night 4 results:
Gary Albright def Bam Bam Bigelow (14:04)
Big Van Vader def Ray Traylor (06:54)
Wahoo McDaniel def Sika the Samoan (08:25)
Peter Maivia def Johnny Ace (05:17)
Atlantic Cup table (following Night 4):
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 6
Albright 6
Bigelow 0
Traylor 0
Block D
Maivia 6
Wahoo 6
Sika 0
Ace 0
