Monday Night Warfare 5th June 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 5th June 2006

ACW 2nd Anniversary Celebration Show

Schedule of Matches:
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Rookie Battle Royal
Logan
Chef
DevilsKnight

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Dr. Doom vs. XS3

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Bra and Panties Match
Sarin vs Kiley vs. Rena

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ACW Entertainment Title Match
OnlyRedsFan vs. Predator vs. Jonny Spade

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Latino vs. Mystery Opponent

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Hardcore Payphone IV
Hunter vs. “Welsh Dragon” Dan White

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ACW International Title Match
RDK vs. Fallen Souls

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Rattlesnake vs. Yoko Satoshi

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Hardcore Match
BK London vs. The Senator

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: Gold Digger (Credit: FSX)

The show begins with a bang! A real bang! What kind of bang? Why the arrival of Fallen Souls of course! He may not be having the greatest of luck, as of late, but he still has the fans attention for what he at least attempts to do. It seems he has two men carrying his things, though when their not the capitalists, their just not that important. But they followed, lugging with them an incredible amount of equipment...especially considering the ACW arena is the base of all events, and He should have all he needs...but the smirk on his face must only mean he's in the mood for working some poor labourers too the extreme, and being satisfied with their discomfort. Making their way down a hallway in the back, Fallen stops for a moment...possibly becoming lost in the labyrinth.

FSX: They really need to start putting up signs back here...either of you guys know where we are?

Home Depot Guy #1: No idea ese, probably moving down a sub-corridor in the direction of the senatorial locker room's.

Home Depot Guy #2: Indeed, it appears as if this is the correct direction holmes.

He twists his head, staring at the two men in a bit of disbelief, before shrugging off any questions about well-educated stereotypes and continuing on his way. It soon became noticeable that the Latin day laborers were correct, and he did reach his locker room with ease from there.

FSX: Hey...you guys were right! Thanks a lo--

As he turns to thank them, he stops stunned staring in that direction. The look of shock on his face says it all as the camera pans to see he's looking at nothing....Nothing? WHERE ARE THE LABORERS? Realizing at that moment that he should never take his eyes off Mexicans again, he sighed and made his way too his locker room. As he approached the room though, it was if a bad feeling overcame him....Maybe that was because his door was off its hinges and on the floor, and someone was heard looking through his things inside. What would he do? Something drastic? KILL THE INTRUDER? No…no…he couldn't go on the run again, he had to simply find out who he was...and take him out!

That's at least what he had in mind when he ran into the room and prepared to strike, before he heard a loud screech and someone jumped behind a coach. Hesitant over striking a lady, or getting bitten by someone, he decided it would be best to simply lure them out.

FSX: Who's in here?!? Tell me before I...uh...GET ANGRY!

??: OH NO!...Wait...you’re not all that intimidating!

FSX: What?...Sure I am! Who do you think you are?

??: Allow me to introduce myself....

With that (and a shine of bright light) a man jumped out from behind the coach. Who could this monstrous person be? Why, Kevin Anderson of course! Wait, Kevin Anderson?

Kevin: It is I, Yoshimitsu!

FSX: You’re not Yoshimitsu...

Kevin: ...Oh yeah...It is I, Kevin Anderson! Investigative Reporter!

FSX: You’re an investigative reporter now? Right...why look through my stuff?

Kevin: I want too see what makes you so horrible in the ring.

Kevin snickers to himself at his little joke, before Fallen took a swing at him. Realizing he wasn't really in the position to joke, he decided to get serious.

Kevin: Anyway, I'm here for an interview with you about Kanye West.

FSX: Er...ok…what the hell do I have too do with Kanye West exactly?

Kevin: Why, you’re a gold digger!

Fallen quirked an eyebrow as Kevin proceeded to sing the lyrics of gold digger...I won't bother making anyone suffer through this, but it was at least stopped quickly.

FSX: SHUT UP! ...What do you mean I'm a gold digger?!?

Kevin: Including tonight, the last three out of four matches you've been in have been for a title...and you lost all of them.

FSX: I'll admit I've been in quite a few title matches lately...but I haven't asked for any of them! They were all given to me, honestly!....AND I HAVEN'T LOST YET TONIGHT!

Kevin: It's inevitable, right?

Fallen sighs, shaking his head at Kevin's disgusting view on his talent...but smirks a bit realizing it's just Kevin, so it doesn't matter.

FSX: I guarantee that I CAN and WILL beat RDK tonight! It's about time I reigned supreme, right?

Kevin: No…not really..

FSX: Ok, eventually I'm just going to knock you out.

Kevin: OK, OK...But I stand by what I said. Why do you deserve to be our champion? You never even told us where you were while you were gone!

FSX: Well, no one asked…

Kevin: I'm asking!

FSX: Hmm...well…I have a video somewhere.

Fallen makes his way over to the small closet he has in the room and opens it, looking around inside for some sort of video that captured his escapades well he was away.

Kevin: Why is it everyone seems to have a film crew following them when their away?

FSX: Er...Don't know, not asking...This is probably going to take a while...so..

Kevin: Right! ACW fans, we will return to see what truth's I can uncover about the great FSX later on tonight! WHAT EXCITEMENT COULD LIE DORMANT IN THAT CLOSET? FIND. OUT. SOOOON!!

Fallen is heard mumbling to himself about the stupidity of Kevin in the background while looking through his things...Will we discover the dark secret that is FSX's time away from ACW? Did he do something astonishing?!? Did he just sit at home and watch television? Soon all will be revealed..

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: BK WHO?? (Credit: Logan Locke)

The camera is in the parking lot as hummer comes around the bend. The hummer is yellow and gold and with chains wrapped around the wheels. It comes to a screeching halt and the doors fly open. At the passenger side the sexy Kelly Angel slowly climbs out wearing tight ripped jeans and very revealing shirt. The driver is non other than Logan Locke who jumps out with his familiar smile and fancy sunglasses. He has a bandage on his forehead covering where he got smacked with the chair last week. He goes around the car and looks around. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity as looks left, right, and even behind him.

Logan: Where is Mr. Valet...I mean William? I just cut the breaks to the car so he can park it!

Kelly shrugs.

Kelly: Maybe he got fired? He never was good at parking anything, always breaking your vehicles. I'm surprised he lasted this long

Logan: That, you can blame on bad managme...

Chairman Gingerdude walks up to Logan shaking his head.

Chairman: Come on you can finish it, bad management? Well actually Bill is not fired he his taking a break for this week and meeting with lawyers about possible law suits and I told him to take all the time he needs. (crowd pops) Now as far as your actions last week, you have been told repeatedly to watch your step and not to go to far, yet last week you got really personal and made fun of XS3's dead mother.

Logan: Wait a minute, that was all in good fun! Trying to break the ice since apparently I wasn't good enough for him to know originally. He is the one who overreacted and attacked me! And as far as you warning me about crossing the line and "going to far", well you can kiss my ass because I will go as far as I like and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it. Because no matter how much these fans hate me, they are still enthralled with me. They love watching just to see what I might do next, so let’s stop the bullshit and why don’t you get out my way, you’re ruining my camera shot.

Logan and Gingerdude are face to face now and staring at each other. Gingerdude starts to laugh and Logan is confused.

Gingerdude: You’re right, me and you both know I'm not taking you off T.V...because there are so many better things that I can do to you while you’re here. Like Meltdown for example, I already talked to XS3 and the match is confirmed. No, no not a one on one match because honestly, someone may get killed if you two go at it, on Meltdown you will have to hope some one isn’t annoyed by you here because it will be XS3 and a partner of his choosing VS Logan Locke and a partner of his choosing! (fans go nuts) So that being said, I'll let the camera get that stupid look on your face!

Gingerdude walks away laughing the whole time as Logan and Kelly are infuriated. They pick up there bags and keep walking

Kelly: He cant do that can he? Isn't that favoritism or something? I mean its not fai....

As Kelly and Logan are walking they are stopped by another man. The fans give a mixed reaction for the man they now see is none other than BK London. He walks up to Logan and puts out a hand. Logan shakes his hand and pulls out a pen from his pocket.

Logan: Hey how you doing man? (grabs a picture of himself out of his bag and starts signing an autograph) and who should I make this out to?

BK: Make this out to?

Logan: Yeah the autograph, what’s your name? I don't have all day!

BK: Are you serious?

Logan: (puts the pen and picture away) FINE! No autograph for you. I try to be a nice guy to my fans but they cant even give me a simple name to write down.

BK now is pissed and he pushes Locke against the wall hard.

BK: The name’s BK London bitch, (turns to Kelly) you better pop that big head of his and bring him back to reality before he gets himself hurt.

BK walks off and Logan stands back up grabbing his chest.

Logan: BK WHO?

Logan looks confused at what he did wrong as he starts to walk down the hall way again rubbing his chest. The fans are amused that his arrogance has kicked him in the face.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Rip! (Credit: Sarin and Yoko)

Tapping her foot impatiently, Yoko huffs on her favorite comfy couch, periodically looking over her right shoulder.

Yoko: Are you done yet?

Sarin: Patience is a virtue, darling.

Sighing, Yoko twirls her silky black hair with an idle finger, each passing second feeling like a year. Finally, the dressing room door opens and closes with two gentle clicks. Yoko whirls around, excited beyond belief.

Yoko: It's about ti--Wow.

Sarin: I don't think red is my color anymore...

Yoko: Nonsense. You look fantastic!

Sarin smiles shyly, unused to posing in sexy bloodred lingerie with black lace. After a few moments, she frowns, wriggling her butt uncomfortably.

Sarin: It doesn't feel right, though. And this is supposed to be a bra and panties match, not a lingerie match. I better change.

Before Yoko can protest, she slides back inside her dressing room, though continuing the conversation while changing.

Sarin: Yoko darling? I have a huge favor to ask you...

Yoko: Huh? Okay...

Sarin: Maybe you should stay backstage for this one, okay?

Yoko frowns, brows furrowed.

Yoko: Uh, okay. But why?

Sarin: Oh, no particular reason. I'm just sure you'd enjoy yourself much more watching my match alone, rather than in front of thousands of people. And this isn't serious, it's supposed to be a happy contest. No one's going to get seriously hurt.

Yoko shrugs, remembers Sarin can't see, then hastily answers her.

Yoko: Right, no problem. Are you finished?

Sarin: Just about.

Yoko: Yoko doesn't like to be kept waiting!

Sarin: Yoko will refrain from speaking in third person. It shows poor breeding.

A few moments later, Sarin reemerges, this time with more confidence. She strikes a model pose, tossing her hair back, puffing out her ample chest, clad in a small light blue bra.

Yoko: Come over here. Please.

Sarin giggles, skipping over to the couch. Without further ado, she slides into Yoko's lap, kissing her gently. Before they can get too involved, Sarin slides back off. Yoko protests, though Sarin raises a finger to silence her.

Sarin: Not yet. I need to practice.

Yoko: Practice what?

Sarin: I've never been in a bra and panties match before. I need advice.

Yoko raises an eyebrow, amused.

Yoko: What kind of advice?

Sarin: What's the best way to rip off clothing?

Yoko lies backwards, spreading her legs in an inviting position.

Yoko: I'm no expert, but you can experiment with my clothes...

Grinning, Sarin tackles Yoko, and the clothes start flying.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: What, More Stipulations? (Credit: Hunter / WeDrag)

The scene fades into an all too familiar hallway, one that is generally designed to be walked in by the most important people in ACW, the ones behind the curtain and behind the ring, the ones that solve all of the main problems. So it is somewhat of a surprise when the fans see Hunter treading its halls, slightly doubtful of his actions. And just as surprised by what he does are the people in the hallway, who look at him slightly confused. But he presses onward anyway, making sure that he reaches his ultimate goal. And after a few minutes, he does, and so he quickly opens up the door to Ginger's office and walks inside, closing the door firmly behind him. Everyone's favorite Chairman sits behind his desk all alone in the room, and it is clear by the expression on his face that he is none too pleased by Hunter's actions.

Hunter: Busy?

Ginger: ...how can I help you, Hunter?

Hunter: You first.

Ginger: What?

Hunter: Answer the question.

Ginger: ...why does it matter if I'm busy or not?

Hunter: Because if you are, it just gives me oh so much more pleasure in that I distracted you.

Ginger: Well I won't tell you, and I won't let you enjoy that pleasure.

Hunter: Oh but I already am enjoying it.

Ginger: ...now what do you want?

Hunter: Details on my match.

Ginger: It's rather straight-forward, don't you think?

Hunter: But do I have to go somewhere? Like...a nuclear power plant that has a lot of phones thrown about?

Ginger: No, your last little venture cost us way too much money, so we're keeping it inside the ring...well, in and around it, rather.

Hunter: And the weapons?

Ginger: There are enough for pain and unnecessary references to random bits of pop culture.

Hunter: Oh, good. And the title shot thing?

Ginger: Usually I wouldn't do something like that, but these were special circumstances. It's hard to explain.

Hunter: Also known as, Dan wanted a title shot, and this was the only way you could think of giving it to him?

Ginger: ...well that about sums it up.

Hunter: Well, sorry to say, but I'll be walking away with that title shot.

Ginger: I thought you didn't want anymore title shots.

Hunter: No, but if I get the opportunity for one, I'll gladly take it.

Ginger: I see. Are you aware of the other stipulation?

Hunter: What's that?

Ginger: It's an only pinfall match. So you can't make anyone tap, knock them out, count them out, et cetera. Only a pinfall will end it, and nothing else.

Hunter: Fair enough. That won't stop me at all. I've pinned more than I've submitted.

Ginger: Trust me, it will slow you down.

Hunter: Perhaps. But in the end, I'll still win.

He turns around with a cocky grin on his face, slightly opening the door...but then he stops.

Of course you will.

The voice did not sound like Ginger's ought to. He slowly turns around to face the Chairman, who returns back to his paperwork agitatedly.

Hunter: Did you say something?

Ginger: No. Now can you get out already?

There is a deep pause as Hunter looks around the room. He then walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. He looks around the hall, but there is no one there sans the few workers around him. He simply shakes his head and continues down the hall, ignoring the strange voice that he heard. But sooner than later, he will not be able to ignore this voice...

...nor any other.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Rookie Battle Royal (Credit: Logan)

Philip gets in the ring as the fans anticipate the first match.

Philip: This match is the Rookie Royal set for no-time limit. The superstars are eliminated if they go over the top rope and one foot hits the floor. The last one left not eliminated is the winner.
Introducing first hailing from LA...Leon "The Chef" Chase!

The fans applaud as "Live and Let Die" plays over the arena. Leon walks onto the stage, holds up a frying pan in the air and fire comes up on both sides of the stage, then walks down the ramp slapping peoples hands on the way. Rolls into the ring and holds up the frying pan again. The fans love the unique superstar as the cheer until…

Smoke fills the entrance way and Mercy Drive "Burn My Light" plays on the speakers. Logan Locke walks arrogantly through the smoke and raises his arms shoulder high and to the side. He then points to the entrance as Kelly Angel comes out. The fans are now booing and Logan enters the ring.

Philip: And his opponent from New Jersey, Logan Locke!

Logan and Chef stare at each other, Logan with a half cocky smile on his face. Logan offers a handshake in the spirit of friendly competition, Chef goes to shake his hand but Logan pulls his hand away at the last second and laughs at his own cruelty. Logan turns as he takes off his sunglasses and hands them to Kelly on the outside. As he turns around however Chef nails him in the face with a hard right hand that knocks him against the ropes. Chef and Logan exchange blows back and forth with Leon eventually coming out on top and clotheslining Logan to the mat. He picks Logan up by his hair but Logan hits a low blow. Chase recover quickly and the two go at it again until the lights dim and an eerie red glow fills the arena. Leon and Logan look at the entrance as the first riff of Vicarious plays over the PA, the camera focuses on the entrance video. In the video, the camera walks down a hallway in a small house and stops at a door. The door opens with a creak *sound effect added". A red eye glows in the distance and, as the main riff in the song hits, a figure (DevilsKnight) jumps out of the darkness and a fire-blast pyro occurs at the stage area. Figure appears at the entrance way wearing a long black jacket and a hood over his head. Makes his way down to ringside, enters the ring. Logan and Chase look at the newcomer not knowing what do make of him. Chef takes Logan and pushes him forward and now Logan the 6’9 monster are face to face. Logan goes to punch DevilsKnight but he grabs Locke’s hand. He forces his hand down and lays him out with spinebuster. Chef tries to take advantage of ‘Knight being distracted by Logan but Knight big boots him in the face knocking him down. DevilsKnight finally takes off his hood and jacket and Logan is now on his feet, he takes a big swing at DK but he misses and is put into full nelson seconds before DK slams him to the mat. Logan rolls out of the bottom of the ropes to get some fresh air. DK tries to stop him but Chef hits him in the back. DK slowly turns around and the two stare at each other for a moment. DK grabs Chefs throat signaling for a chokeslam but Chef kicks him in the mid-section and grabs him hitting a spinning ddt. Chef does not want to give him a chance to recover so he quickly picks up DK and hits the Freezer Burn (pedigree). Still trying keep momentum he runs up the turnbuckle and jumps high landing hard for a flying elbow. He locks on his finisher Crème Brule before the ref points out that a tap does nothing in this match so he lets go. He climbs the ropes again and waits for DK to stand. Logan Locke, who has been sitting on the entrance ramp while the others battled seemingly forgetting his presence missing, runs and slides in the ring. Chef realizes what is going on and tries to climb down but it is too late, Locke uses all his force to thrust Chef off the top rope.

Philip: CHEF IS ELIMINATED!

The crowd shows its respect for Chase’s effort as they applaud him as he makes his way up the ramp. On his way up he slaps hands with some fans before exiting threw the curtains. Logan is still taunting him as the fans cheers for Chef turn to boos for Logan. The fans switch yet again and start to cheer as DevilsKnight creeps up behind an unsuspecting Locke. Logan realizes what is going on but it is too late as DK now has his hand wrapped around Logan’s throat. DK lifts him and goes to put chokeslam him out of the ring but Logan grabs on to the rope. DK tries to force Locke down but he gets a thumb to the eye. DK turns and grabs his eye as Logan hits a spring board bulldog and his opponent. Logan is now in full taunt mode as he mocks the fans and his opponent for what seems like too long. XS3 appears at the entrance way and Logan looks up infuriated. He leans over the rope and points at XS3 yelling some profanities at him. XS3 starts to laugh and DK is now up and grabs Locke’s leg and flips him over the top. Logan hangs on to the top rope and tries to pull his feet up but the bell rings as Logan climbs back in the ring.

Philip: YOUR WINNER...DEVILSKNIGHT!

Logan starts screaming and pointing to the alphatron as they show the replay. The ref realizes that Logan’s feet were off the ground by half an inch. The ref says something to Philip.

Philip: The ref has ruled that after further review Logan did not touch the ground and therefore the match will continue until we have an official ruling!

The fans start to protest and DevilsKnight does as well trying to talk to the ref. DK understands that he isn’t going to change the refs mind so opts instead to grab the ref by the throat. He lays the ref out with a chokeslam but as he does Logan perches himself on the top turnbuckle. As soon as the ref hits the mat Logan flies across the ring and hits a flying dropkick right to DK’s chest knocking him over the ropes. Logan drops to his knees and puts his arms out.

Philip: The winner of this match…LOGAN LOCKE!!!

The fans feel for the newcomer DevilsKnight as he has been obviously screwed over. They shower boos down on the ring and Logan takes a deep breath, mocking the fans. He then turns towards the entrance where XS3 is shaking his head. Logan holds up his pointer finger and shakes mouthing “you didn’t get me”. XS3 returns this gesture with one of his own, a middle finger. He then turns and leaves as Logan and Kelly kiss passionately in the ring, enjoying the victory as the camera fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Fighting Words (Credit: XS3)

“A modest man, who has much to be modest about,”
Sir Winston Churchill about Clement Attlee

This quote by a great man has been an on-off sort of feeling for one Destined Demolisher commonly known as XS3 to all fans of ACW. Over the past couple of weeks, he has been tormented by the pressure of Logan Locke. He has been calm about the whole thing for quite a while but after the cruel mocking of his mother, enough is finally enough.

Our scene is set in the backstage area where Kevin Anderson, wearing a suit and holding a mic in his hand, is ready for an interview.

Kevin: “I am standing by with my current guest at the moment, the man who scored an upset victory over The Great KUDA last week, ‘The Destined Demolisher’ XS3.”

XS3 now steps into the picture, wearing his ring attire, a sleeveless shirt which has the Slipknot logo on it, a pair of sunglasses and a bandana tied into his hair. He carries Petey over his shoulder and slowly nods to the camera before turning his attention to Kevin.

Kevin: “Now I have a couple questions for you. First off, how does it feel to own an upset victory over the longest reigning Entertainment Champion in ACW history?”

XS3: “Well, to be honest, I had no idea if KUDA kicked out before or after the ref reached three. I’d need to see the video again but still, it’s nice to know my career is getting back on track thanks to one guy who has the respect of all who have fallen to that Yakuza Knee.”

The crowd gives a pop for the words XS3 shares with them as Kevin continues with his questions.

Kevin: “Next question, how do you feel about the recent mocking of your mother?”

The smile on XS3’s face before fades unto nothingness. He turns to the camera and removes his shades, showing a man who is all business.

XS3: “Ha, great little joke you played there, Logan. It’s really great to know that you have the support of all your friends in special education class. Hope you had a big celebration on the playground. Logan, you mealy-mouthed little bastard, no one fucks around with my family and gets away with it. Not Wayne Don, not Klown, not Lobo, NO ONE! Realize one thing and one thing only: Your lackluster sense of humor combined with my hunger for some damn gold and vengeance can only mean one thing… I AM IN A LEAGUE OF MY OWN. And no one can knock me off my mindset. Not… even… you.”

XS3 softly shakes with anger as the crowd slowly begins to get behind him with “XS3” chants. Kevin raises the mic to his mouth one more time.

Kevin: “One last thing, you go one-on-one with Dr. Doom tonight. Any thoughts?”

XS3 looks back at Kevin then gestures for the mic. Kevin hands it to him then seemingly backs off at XS3’s hand gesture to move. XS3 looks to the mic and slowly places his shades back on his face before resuming.

XS3: “I don’t give a crap if I’m facing Dr. Doom, Dr. Evil, Dr. Phil or Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. The instant I beat you, I’m moving onto bigger things. Logan, I’m going to give you two big surprises on Thursday. One regarding our match at Omega Effect and the other… well, I’ll just keep quiet for now. Destiny awaits me, bitch.”

And with that, XS3 drops the microphone and heads off to his match with Dr. Doom. One thing is for certain, if XS3 stays focused long enough to defeat his opponent tonight, then he might just open a few eyes which stay closed for now.

End segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Tales of the night before (Credit: WeDrag)

Saturday, 07:14, Location: Unknown

"Oh for fuck's sake, why does this ALWAYS happen to me?"

I wake up due to the heavy grilling of the buses moving away from their platforms. I'm seated, but due to my actions last night, my head is slumped in one direction, lying on a little desk with bus timetables listed on it. I rest my hand on my head, and sigh as I wipe my forehead, revealing pen marks that have obviously been a sign from the night before.

"Hang on, are they absolute spackwits? I'm a black guy!"

I stand up sluggishly, and notice the smells of the night before. My aftershave has long vanished, replaced by the smell of cheap cider, cigarettes and another smell that is indescribable. I see an elderly woman, dressed up for the cold, staring at me as I get to my feet. I yawn, but halfway into my official awakeness I feel the chill run down my spine. Christ that was cold. I sit down, trying to wrap myself warm in my shirt. Alas, there is no shirt. I silently swear to myself. Well, I ramble on in a quiet but audible voice. People around me look at me like I'm a hobo. I then look down, and realise that I'm sitting only in my boxers.

"Bollocks."

I panic a little. I feel for pockets, but there is none, much to my chagrin. So I whimper silently to myself, dropping my head down and holding it in my hands. I don't know where the fuck I am, and I have no money to get home. What's worse, it could quite possibly be the coldest day in the history of Summer, and I'm stuck only in my boxers and...oh, look at that, a sock with two toes hanging out. I look up through the bus shelter and see a location that I have no idea of. I then look around and see the time: 07:14. I swear again inside my head. This is surely this last thing that I need when I've had a wild night out. Suddenly images slowly flood back into my head. It was the Friday night, and Chairman Gingerdude had taken the Corporate Alliance to a private bar to drink and have a good time with a few of the rich lasses. I remember dancing, and stripping...and drinking too many mixed drinks. I will never touch another Stella in my life...wife beater drink anyways...and then it starts...

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

HANGOVER!!! OH THE HUMANITY!!!

The delayed Hangover surely kicks in. I just let out a whimper, that turns into a surely cry. Birds begin tweeting.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR GIVE ME A FUCKING PARACETAMOL!"

The shouting though further destroys me inside. I fall to to floor, whimpering once again. A small crowd of people have surrounded me, and I'm looking up at them. I feel dejected, embarrassed, but more importantly, having the mother of all Hangovers that HAD to kick in right this second.

It's the Anniversary Show on Monday. Only the lord knows how the fuck I am going to make it for then.

Fade out for now.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: What is ACW? (Credit: BK London)

As we come back from commercials, we immediately cut to a shot of the beautiful female ACW correspondent, Charlotte King. With a thousand dollar smile, and million dollar body, she proves to be more than just eye candy for the fans to gawk at. As the camera pulls out, probably ACW's most hated superstar at the moment is standing before their eyes.

Charlotte: Charlotte King here, on the scene with one of the most influential characters in ACW through it's entire run. He is the-

BK: Yes yes Charlotte, I think we get it. I mean this is the 2nd Anniversary show, I have been gracing television sets around the world for two years now - I think they know my great accomplishments.

Charlotte: Ah yes…well, first things first, what's your thoughts on tonight's match against, the Senatorial Stable's own Senator, in a hardcore match?

BK: What are my thoughts on my match tonight? Well it's simple Ms. King, I'm going to go into the match tonight and put on a show like no one has ever seen before. You see...if this was a normal match, Senator would probably have a tiny bit of a chance of scoring the upset....but with this Hardcore stipulation implented into the match...there is no doubt in my mind who will walk out the victor.

BK points to himself.

BK: ....moi!

Charlotte: Strong words, but the word around backstage is that Senator will not resort to using weapons in this match, but he will instead use his fists and feet which he will dub his "weapons", what do you think about that?

BK: What is he, the Karate Kid? Let him bring is so called "weapons" to the ring and we'll see who's arsenal of weapons trumps who's. Senator may be the greatest technical wrestler to grace the ACW ring, but I am so much more. When it comes to that squared circle, I can do it all. I can play the mat game, I can play the high flying game, I can play the submission game, but most importantly concerning tonight, I can play the HARDCORE game. And deep inside Senator knows that. Senator knows that in the ring I am like a chameleon, I can adapt to any surroundings, and that can be a very dangerous thing. Not only tonight do I guarantee victory, but I plan to rip right through the legacy of Senator and continue my legacy in ACW as the Hardcooore Legend!

Charlotte: Speaking of your "legacy", you have been in ACW nearly since it all began, do you have any comments on our celebration of two years of ACW programming?

BK: Ah yes, ACW...the question I have been anticipating all night...

BK goes into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper and little reading glasses.

Charlotte: It seems you came prepared tonight...

BK: Baby, I always come prepared if you know what I mean...*clears throat*...Throughout this night, people have already tried to define ACW. They tried to capture the essence of this fed, they tried to grasp what makes ACW.....ACW. And all have horribly failed in their attempts.

That exact statement gets a lot of heat from the crowd.

BK: ....you see, what those superstars have failed to realize is what is the backbone of the ACW. What keeps ACW standing upright and erect? Well...right here, you’re looking at the essence of ACW in the form of me, BK "The Hardcore Legend" London.

Tons of heat from the crowd, how does this man do it?

BK: You see, ever since I've stepped in the ACW ring, the attendance rates has gone up...the ratings have shot through the roof, and merchandise has been flying off the shelves as you saw last week. Let it be known that the top 2 rated Meltdown shows have had me in the main event against the likes of RDK and Latino, and I crushed them both. The highest rated Warfare episode, had the team of TNT and I crushing Jonny Spade and G-Unit....oh and let's not talk about the highest rating PPV in ACW History, Bloody Valentine...where RDK and I tore the house down...but I was the one to walk out with the title. So you see, it's has been proving with diehard facts that I am the reason for existence in ACW. You all come to see me, you all come to witness me do what I do best, and that's wrestle. So when you hear the other superstars preaching about how everyone contributed to making ACW a better place, they obviously don't know what they are talking about. It's me who makes ACW.....all me...and FURTHERMORE-

"Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G. plays and BK stops what he saying and looks around, wondering what's going on.

BK: Hey! You can't cut me off! I'm BK London dammit! I am ACW!

It appears someone has turned on the Wrap-it-up box and it's time for BK London to wrap it up!

BK: You can't fade out now, I've still got more to talk about, NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Dr. Doom vs. XS3 (Credit: Jonny Spade)

Back to the arena, where Philip is making ready to announce the next match.

Phillip: Making his way to the ring, he weighs in at 280 pounds…XS3!!

The lights fade to blue as Toxicity by System of a Down by System of a Down enters the arena. The fans begin to cheer as XS3 steps out onstage, wearing his ring attire along with a bandana tied in his hair and a t-shirt that reads "Stare Death In The Eye" on the front. In his left hand rests Petey the Baseball Bat. He throws up his arms in an "X" sign then goes down the ramp, high-fiving as many fans as he can. He then slides into the ring and mounts onto the second rope, raising his left arm and Petey in the air, before hopping down onto the ring and throwing his shirt and bandana into the crowd. He hands Petey to a ring crew member and prepares for the forthcoming match.

Phillip: And his opponent… from Irkutsk, Siberia he weighs in at 215 pounds….DR. DOOM!!!

“Hymn to the Soviet Union” starts up on the sound system and Dr. Doom emerges from the back curtain with his mask on and the cape tied around his neck. The fans turn their cheers that they had for XS3 now into boos for Dr. Doom. He walks down the ramp way not paying any attention to the fans and once at ring side he takes his cape off and gives it to a ring technician he slides then into the ring and waits on the sound of the bell to kick things off.

*Bell rings*

Both men walk to the centre of the ring and Dr. Doom, being the obvious shorter of the two of them has to look up to XS3 to look into his eyes but still emits an intimidating look from his eyes. XS3 also looks down with an intense look in his eyes, but none of the men back down from either man. Doom gets tired of standing around and decides to get this match going by throwing a punch to the face of XS3 but he barely flinches and continues to stare into the face of the Doctor. The masked man tries to go for a punch once again but XS3 is able to block the punch this time and then gives an elbow to the head of Doctor Doom. This makes him stumble backwards to the ropes behind him; XS3 keeps the pressure on him until he is leaning against the ropes. XS3 gives him one more for good measure, and then whips him into the opposite ropes and then once he makes his way back to the ring he catches Dr. Doom, and then lifts him up for a Closing Moment and Dr. Doom lands hard onto the mat. Then with one swift motion he rolls over on Dr. Doom and hooks the leg to make the pin attempt which gets the ref into the right spot to make the count. But he is only gets a 1 and half count on Dr. Doom.

XS3 has a disappointed look on his face and mouths something inaudible enough that the cameras can’t pick it the sound. XS3 then stands up from where he was and then picks up Dr. Doom from his hair and stands him up on his feet. He tucks his head under the arm of Dr. Doom and attempts to do a Northern lights suplex to him but the Doctor awakes from his light daze and twists and turns it into a Dragon Sleeper. The fans then start to cheer on XS3 and then the ref starts to raise the arm of XS3 to see if he has passed out or not.

The arm falls one time and then as the ref goes to do it for a second, and once again the arm falls down again for the second time, and now as the noise gets to be louder and louder from the fans it seems that XS3 had gathered some of that energy escaping from them and started reenergizing himself; because as the ref went to check the third time, the arm stays up and starts to shake from the strength that XS3 seems to be getting from the fans. Just as it seems that XS3 is about to make his move on Dr. Doom; the doc gives XS3 the Workers of the World (Lungblower) sending XS3 down to the mat. Instead of going for the pin attempt on XS3 at this time, Dr. Doom makes his way over to the other side of the ring and waits… he bends down into a stalking position and waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. He doesn’t have to wait long as XS3 starts to stir and get up from the mat. Once XS3 gets to one knee Dr. Doom starts to make his move and charge at XS3 with intensity in his eye. Doctor leaps up onto the bent leg of XS3 and winds up his other leg to go for the Cold Snap but XS3 is able to duck at the last moment. He ducks in the motion as Dr. Doom’s power leg goes flying just above head of XS3 and in one sweep of a motion he is able to catch his leg flying and slam his knee down into the mat hard.

Now with Dr. Doom face first on the mat, XS3 rolls him over onto his back and then stands up, picks up his legs, and locks the doctor in the X-Cavation (Rolling Cross STF) and since they are both in the centre of the ring they have no where to go which is to bad for Dr. Doom because the only thing he is able to do it tap out….which he does.

Phillip: Here is your winner by submission …. XS3!!!

The ref yells at XS3 to let go with the hold as Toxicity by System of a Down starts to play on the PA system. Once he hears his music plays he quickly lets him go and gets up. He then walks out of the ring and up the rampway and into the back. Meanwhile Dr. Doom is being helped up by the ref of the match and is walks under his own strength once on the rampway as the scene changes.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Queen of Style (Credit: BK)

As the scene opens the camera immediately cuts a shot of the most beautiful face in the world, or at least that's what she thinks, Kiley Johnson. As the camera pulls out, it is revealed to be only a mirror shot and the real her is being attended by the new gay hair stylist, Fernando Montanez. She turns around in the spinning chair and steps up, revealing a silky robe she is wearing to conceal her wrestling attire.

Kiley: Thanks Fernando, my hair looks absolutely stunning...as always. I knew I could count on you.

Fernado: Not a problem! You have the best hair my hands have ever had the opportunity of styling.

Kiley(flipping her hair): I know...

Kiley walks off around the corner and bumps into ACW male correspondent, Kevin Anderson who is busy reading the new ACW magazine with Atomic Kitsune and Latino on the front.

Kiley: Watch where you're going loser…

Kiley walks off and Kevin realizes he has a chance to catch a good scoop with Kiley. He picks up the mic next to him and races and stops Kiley by stopping in front of her.

Kiley: Can I help you?!

Kevin: Kiley, Kiley, Could I get a few questions with you?

Kiley: Do you see what time is it? My match is next, let's make this quick shall we?

Kevin: Certainly, first question....Do you have any comments for your match tonight against Sarin and Rena in the Triple Threat Bra and Panties Match tonight?

Kiley: Last week on Meltdown, Sarin thought it was a good idea for her and her little butt buddy to attack me from behind. Tonight, I'm going to show her that was the worst mistake she ever made, because not only am I going to rip her apart piece by piece in the match....but I am going to embarrass her by ripping off her bra and panties. And Rena? Rena and I have a lot of history, too bad much of this history has resulted in me beating her time after time, she's no real threat.

Kiley: And have you heard anything from Jade since Spring into Hell?

Kiley: Absolutely not...It appears she still hasn't heard about my challenge. Must be awful quiet under that rock she is living under. The challenge is still on the table for Jade at Omega Effect, she wanted to mess with me last year, now she will pay dearly for her actions. This interview is over…

Kiley struts off and away from Kevin. Kevin continues to stare at her ass as she walks off until we fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "Darts" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

The scene opens to a bar at dusk.

Rattlesnake: A lot of people are thinking of only one match right now. They see this huge card and the one match that stands out in front of everyone is Rattlesnake versus Yoko Satoshi.

It's true. The one match everyone is talking about is Rattlesnake and Yoko Satoshi.

Rattlesnake: Now, you may be thinking that I stand little to no chance. After all, Yoko hasn't lost a match in over a year. Yoko is one of the greatest ACW World Champions. Yoko this and Yoko that.

Rattlesnake is seen throwing darts at a dartboard. As he runs out, he walks over to the board and grabs six darts and walks back to where he was.

Rattlesnake: Yoko is held in such high regard and yet, as of last Thursday, isn't even concerned with me. Now why is that? Does Miss "High and Mighty" look down on me just because I haven't been here as long as her? Does she look down on me because I'm not a champion?

Rattlesnake throws a dart and it misses scoring.

Rattlesnake: Could it be jealousy? Perhaps. But what irritates me is that Yoko knows she has a match against me and then diminishes me just as quickly.

Rattlesnake throws another dart. He gets it on the board, but only scores 5 points.

Rattlesnake: Well I've got some news for her. That undefeated streak she has going for her...it'll end. If Yoko goes through thinking she's invincible, she'll hit a point where she learns that's just not the case. Would I like to be the one to show her that?

Rattlesnake throws another dart and misses his mark once again.

Rattlesnake: Hell yes I would. To be honest, if I were to do that, no one would would ever doubt me. But not only that, Miss "High and Mighty" would have to take herself off that fricking pedestal that she's put herself on.

Rattlesnake tosses a fourth dart and scores 20 points.

Rattlesnake: One thing I should point out to Yoko is that one of these days, that arrogance is going to be her downfall. I may not kick it off, but one day she's going to piss off the wrong person and it'll cost her significantly. Just like this game, you can't always hit a bulls-eye.

Rattlesnake tosses a fifth dart and scores 19 points.

Rattlesnake: But in all honesty, I've got one thing going for me. I have the advantage over Yoko Satoshi. Wonder what it is? Yoko has never faced someone like me before. Before anyone says anything, you can't say the same for me. I may not have faced Yoko before, but I've faced the type of person. The person who has an ego so large, so immense, that it can actually push you out of a room. Hell, I used to be like that. Maybe I still am in some aspect. But one thing's for sure, if you're expecting a 15-second match Yoko, you'd better think again. Right now, the chance of a lifetime sits in front of me. You may be one of the best, but sooner or later, I will be too. In the 2-year Anniversary show, the unthinkable will happen. The impossible will become possible. The undefeated will finally be defeated.

Rattlesnake throws his final dart. It looks like it goes a little high, but just then, it starts to flutter down and lands right on the bulls-eye.

Rattlesnake: Bulls-eye.

The scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Bra and Panties Match
Sarin vs Kiley vs. Rena (Credit: Sarin/Yoko)

Ever since the untimely departure of Rena Matheson, the words "bra and panties" seldom passed the lips of anyone employed by ACW. As such, the fans are particularly excited for the novelty of a relatively relaxing match up, where--hopefully--everyone wins. Philip, unusually excited as well, fumbles for his microphone briefly before switching it on.

Philip: The following contest is the first ever triple threat bra and panties match! The last diva to retain her clothing will be declared the winner. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, representing the Corporate Alliance, Kiley London!

Though the casual ACW fan thrills at the sight of the sexy Kiley London in a short halter top with matching miniskirt, those adamantly against the despised Corporate Alliance make their jeers and boos heard. After responding to the taunts scathingly, Kiley strides confidently down to the ring, occasionally engaging in brief verbal spats with a few fans. Before she can mount a turnbuckle and pose, "Candy" by Koda Kumi hits, setting the sultry mood for the much beloved and much missed Rena Matheson.

Philip: From New York, she is ACW's Sexiest Diva, Rena Matheson!

The cheers are earsplitting, and Rena obliges her audience with a spectacular entrance. Blowing kisses to her thousands of fans, Rena saunters to ringside, jumping up to the apron before sensuously sliding in, making sure to accentuate every luscious curve. Though the objective of a bra and panties match is to strip your opponents of their clothing, Rena seems unconcerned of the handicap she bestowed upon herself, by choosing to don the smallest two piece bikini imagineable. She passes a sneering Kiley, jealous at her ability to keep a crowd so entranced, and seductively dances to her theme music. A few moments later, Lenny Kravitz's "Lady" slides into the PA system, and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering tripled for the imminent arrival of the Flower of Chaos.

Philip: And hailing from Okinawa, Japan, she is one-half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, the "Flower of Chaos," Sarin Rossi!

Never one to disappoint an audience, Sarin's ring attire comprises of a tight black top, exposing her tight stomach, and extremely short light blue wrestling tights. Sarin, bubbly from the huge positive reaction from the crowd, raises her hands high in the air, basking in their affections. She cheerfully steps to ringside, making sure to shake and slap hands, and wave to all her fans. Feeling slightly naked without the presence of Yoko--and perhaps because of her slightly more skimpy ring attire--Sarin hastily climbs the steps to the apron, bending down low to enter in a crowd-pleasing entrance. Once inside, she acknowledges Rena with a smile while trying to ignore the scathing glare of Kiley. She further pumps up the already screaming crowd with her signature skywards finger point, solidifying her popularity amongst the other girls. Reaching her boiling point, Kiley angrily dashes towards Sarin, clubbing her viciously on the back, earning herself a plethora of boos while enticing the bell to ring.

Bell rings.

Before Sarin can defend herself from an onslaught of powerful clubs, Rena grips Kiley roughly by the hair, flipping her over in a nasty snapmare. Kiley screeches, clutching her scalp, frantically kicking Rena off her. Rena giggles, pointing at the infuriated Kiley, allowing Sarin the opportunity to extract some revenge. The nimble combatant flips over Kiley's seated form, latching on to her hair mid flip, forcing Kiley's face to crash against the canvas. Grunting, Kiley rolls over, dazed. Wasting no time, Sarin raises a slender leg high into the air, displaying her incredible flexibility, before dropping to the mat in a splits position, her extended leg landing sharply on Kiley's throat. While Sarin pins Kiley down with her leg, Rena take the iniative, yanking sharply down on Kiley's mini skirt. Before she can successfully slide the garment off, Kiley struggles frantically, rolling away from Sarin and Rena in the nick of time. She barely has time to pull up her skirt before Sarin and Rena pounce again, this time sending her flying to the ropes. On the rebound, Kiley can't defend herself from a textbook double arm drag. Whimpering, Kiley crawls over the ropes, trying to stand and gather strength to fight. Sensing weakness, Sarin swiftly dashes towards Kiley, leg extending for her deadly Rinkuza kick. In the nick of time, Kiley ducks, tripping Sarin up. The cunning woman sends Sarin flying over the ropes with an over the back toss, using Sarin's momentum against her. Sarin crashes to the floor hard, narrowly avoiding the security wall. Despite strong fan support, Sarin can't bring herself to stand just yet, leaving Rena and Kiley to duke it out alone.

Rena, concerned for Sarin's well being, sprints to the ropes, calling out her name, leaving herself exposed to assault. Kiley wraps a firm arm around Rena's thigh, sending her backwards to the mat in a schoolboy. She immediately attempts to slide off Rena's thong, with no success. Growling at Kiley's sneaky actions, Rena takes the fight up front with a series of rapid kicks, forcing Kiley to go on the defensive. BK apparently has instructed Kiley well, for she blocks Rena's kicks with relative ease. However, Rena catches her off guard with a sudden sweep kick, knocking Kiley to the mat. Rena pounces, diving on top of her in a crowd-please cat fight situation. The two Divas struggle to gain dominance over the other, bodies slick with sweat. Rena manages to pin Kiley to the ground, legs straddling her chest, and proceeds to slam Kiley's crown against the canvas. Crying out in pain, Kiley reverses, rolling on top of Rena, delivering a series of frantic slaps to Rena's chin. Rena grips Kiley's slapping arm, rolls out from underneath her, wraps her slender legs around Kiley's throat and proceeds to choke her in a powerful headscissors hold. Kiley gasps for breath, but manages to kip up, escaping Rena's headscissors. Before she can fully recover, Rena attempts to whip her to the turnbuckle. Angered at her lack of success thus far, Kiley reverses, sending Rena flying to the turnbuckle. Kiley charges, hoping to connect a running back elbow. As she turns, Rena jumps up, holding on to the top ropes for support, spreads her legs wide, and traps Kiley yet again in a headscissors. The crowd cheers, and Rena obliges her fans by dropping to the outside, while keeping a firm hold on Kiley's neck, completing her hanging headscissors choke. Kiley, however, manages to wriggle free, and she quickly latches on to Rena's bikini bottom, sliding it quickly off, revealing...another bikini. Before Rena can even right herself up, Kiley kicks her violently off the ropes, sending her flying into the security wall. Kiley happily celebrates, twirling Rena's bikini over her head. Feeling a small tap on her shoulder, Kiley whips around, only to be sent reeling to the ring post with a snap bicycle kick to the jaw.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Sarin, recharged and out for blood, takes a few steps back before handspringing over to Kiley's stunned form, further adding damage to her jaw with a potent back elbow. Unable to cope with much more pain, Kiley flops to the floor, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle lazily, with a slightly catatonic look in her eyes. Almost immediately, the roaring fans begin a "Stinkface!" chant, and Sarin nods happily, pushing up with her hands in a raise the roof taunt. Sensuously, she hikes up her short tights before rubbing a now-protesting Kiley in the face with her bum. Kiley screams, crawling away from a laughing Sarin. Readjusting her tights, Sarin hoists Kiley to her feet, whipping her to the ropes. Sarin takes careful aim and unleashes her deadly Rin Spin I, catching Kiley on the rebound. Her head snapping back violently, Kiley can't defend herself from Sarin ripping off her halter top. Cheers erupt all around, though Kiley tries to hide her ample and bouncy chest from view. She slides out of the ring, hoping for some time to recover and regroup. A recovered Rena Matheson, however, has other ideas, and connects a wicked flying clothesline on the outside. The crowd goes nuts, incredibly impressed with the athleticism of the competing females. Rena's back aches from her crash into the security wall, and is a painful reminder of her hatred for Kiley. She kicks Kiley in the gut, placing her in position for the Hell in Heels (cross arm pyramid driver). The cheering reaches near defeaning levels as Rena connects her finishing maneuver. Kiley is in complete gaga land, unable to protest as Rena rips off her miniskirt, effecitvely eliminating her from the match. Rena hands one lucky fan Kiley's miniskirt before rolling into the ring once again. Kiley has a brief temper tantrum outside, beating her fist against the floor in anger before crawling backstage, doing her best to cover her T & A but failing spectacularly.

The contestants now whittled down to two, Sarin and Rena circle each other carefully, Sarin still fully clothed. Locking up in the center, Rena gains the strength advantage, pushing Sarin over to the ropes. She tries to shove Sarin to the floor, but the Flower of Chaos reverses with a fancy cartwheel maneuver, earning a decent pop from the crowd. Catching Rena off guard with a swift shuffle side kick to the solar plexus, Sarin proceeds to whip Rena to the ropes. However, Rena catches Sarin on the rebound with a crowd-pleasing flying headscissors. Rena plays to the screaming crowd by sensuously dancing, massaging her curves and jiggling her backside. Soon, she turns around, expecting to see a still dazed Sarin, only to be greeted with a flying clothesline. The crowd cheers Sarin on, and she connects another clothesline, followed up with a swift drop kick to Rena's prone position on the floor. Hoisting a thoroughly dazed Rena to her feet, she executes her signature Rinfactor (sitout facebuster) to much aplomb. Flipping Rena over, Sarin hovers over her, trying to take off her top. Before she can, Rena somehow manages to trip her up, positioning her opponent in a male-pleasing missionary position. Before Sarin can react, Rena yanks off Sarin's short tights, earning several cheers from the crowd, both for her ingenuity and for revealing Sarin's panties. Sarin rolls to her feet, surprised at Rena's sudden burst of power, but nevertheless ready to meet her opponent head on once more. The score now even, the two lovely ladies know the next clash will be their last. Rena ducks a swift roundhouse kick from Sarin, countering with a knee to the gut. Rena quickly sends Sarin flying to the turnbuckle. She charges, whacking a stunned Sarin with a jumping hip butt. Backing up a few feet, Rena once again tries for a flying body press. Mere miliseconds before connecting, Sarin jumps high into the air, landing in a splits position on the top ropes. Rena crashes into the turnbuckle, and Sarin flips over in a fancy sunset flip rollup. Before Rena can escape, Sarin rips off the small remains of Rena's bikini, revealing, well, quite a lot.... in fact, the whole damn show!

Philip: Here is your winner, Sarin Rossi!

"Lady" hits once again, and the happy Sarin responds with her skywards finger point, the referee raising her other hand in victory. However, all attention is on Rena Matheson, who shamelessly stands up, sans bra.... and then makes her "reveal" total by jettisoning her panties as well. The audience gasps, but the cameraman quickly jerks upward, refusing the viewers at home the pleasure of seeing Rena's exquisite talents. Rena, however, bounces up and down jovially, hugging a thoroughly stunned--though pleasantly amused--Sarin tightly. The pair celebrate in the ring, exiting together cheerfully, Rena especially bouncy.

Edison: Uh, Happy Anniversary, everyone...

McNally: Wow. Just wow…

Fade to commercials.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Confrontation
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen standing in Chairman Gingerdude's office, with an angry look on his face, and what appears to be a dvd case in hand.

The Senator: Mr. Chairman, we may not have always gotten along, and we may still be at odds, but this is going too far, too far, I tell you!

Chairman Gingerdude: Really, Senator Phillips? Could this be about me putting you in a hardcore match with BK London? I felt that such a match would be appropriate, due to his derogatory statements concerning your Stable, and I felt that a hardcore match would suit the occasion, despite your well known aversion to weapons useage.

Senator: Sir, actually, even though I do despise such matches...I really do not mind. Last time I faced BK, the advantage was clearly mine, as he was acting under severe head trauma, and was not able to compete to his best abilities. Perhaps, just maybe, it would not be such a bad thing for me to prove for once and for all that fists and feet are the ultimate weapons, just as I did against the Great KUDA, I will do again against BK London. No, even though Mr. London might want me to, I harbor no hard feelings against him. He may spout off and bluster, but when things get serious, London is a solid competitor, one of our best, and it is an honor to face him on my last run here, actually, even if it is in such an abominable rule structure.

Ginger: So then, if you don't have a problem with your match, why the angry demeanor?

Senator: Simple.

Phillips places the DVD case down on Ginger's desk with a demonstrative flourish.

Senator: It is clear and simple. "Senator Steve Phillips: The GFWWE Collection." Nice looking DVD, and it really does capture those years quite nicely.

Ginger: So you can thank me, and stop wasting my time.

Senator: However, even though it is well produced, and does a fair job in documenting that stage of my career...I was never consulted on the project.

Ginger: We had to put it together on late notice, when you got the contract change, and announced your retirement.

Senator: But I never even knew it existed until Anthony Kalb sent me a copy that they were selling at the last Fallout. You know, even under the vastly unfair Mercer Stanton contract, I still had a degree of control over marketing, and under the current one, I have FULL control over marketing options. That means, I get to say if you can specifically put together and sell something like this. Perhaps I would want to have done an up to date interview for the DVD where I did not bash Alicia Kitsune or Victor Laureano, or comment on several of the old GFWWE names showing up on Fallout. It may be that I just wanted to have a say in the direction of the DVD, and to my knowledge, I have not received any benefit from it.

Ginger: You know how your contract works, you get paid for travel expenses, as you did not want to be questioned for any violations of your political finance laws.

Senator: And I have a right to know regardless if you are selling something with my name and/or likeness, Mr. Chairman.

Ginger: Very well then, you want me to pull it off the shelves?

Senator: No, no, just let me know next time you plan something like this. I know this is not the first time you have done this to someone, but I do hope that it will be the last. You know, it will only save you trouble in the long run.

Ginger: Ok, ok, we both have things to do now, so can you move along?

Senator: I thought you would never get to that point! Thank you, and goodbye...

The Senator heads straight out the door, leaving the DVD case on the desk, while Ginger shakes his head.

Fade Out.