Thursday Night Meltdown October 16th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown October 16, 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Thunder Train vs. Gary

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XS3 vs. The Zombie & Macho Libre

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AC Evans vs. Lusso

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Jake Cheng vs. The Senator

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BK London and Henry McKaye vs. Kudo Yasuda and Jake Steele

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[BK London]

Segment: The Clash (Credit BK London & Kudo)

There isn't much of an opening to tonight's Meltdown - no pyro spectacular, no package of what happened last on Meltdown

Instead, "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco pounds throughout the speakers - and the absolutely estatic BK London walks through the speakers to the dismay of the fans. A kool-aid like smile is embedded on the face of the champion as he walks onto the stage, surveying the thousands of fans in attendance - booing the mess out of him. He can only smile, and shrug it off before walking down that ramp with his head held high.

The OCW Heavyweight Championship is still glistening on his shoulder as he walks up those steel steps and enters the ring, but he decides not to approach the top rope. With his custom made suit on, he can't afford to possibly get a rip or a tear in his fancy new threads - so he simply stays in the middle of the ring. Phillip already knows the agenda, and he hands over a microphone to the OCW Champion before fading back into obscurity.

The music dies down, the lights return to normal, but the crowd is still as defiant as ever. It's nothing new to the champ.

BK London: ..you know, I do love it when a good plan comes together...

The gloating, they abhor it. The ACW fans hate when a London plan comes to fruition.

BK London: You know, it's weird. One week, you're being kicked in the face by a Number One Contender - who looks to be possibly one of the toughest in ages, and the next week - you're making him tap out in the middle of the ring and proving exactly where he stands on the food chain. Kudo Yasuda, Kudo Yasuda to me, has always been an above average competitor - I mean, he's no BK London or anything - but he's good, I have to admit. But there's one thing that he didn't count on, and that's that I am better. I am cerebral. You see, I don't go after anyone without a plan in mind, I had this all planned out from the beginning - especially with the involvement of Jason Freeman. Sure Freeman can be a bit overbearing sometimes - but hey, we all have our flaws. For one, I'm just too good looking. It's a curse.

More heat for the arrogance of the champion, but some females in the audience can't help but swoon for Big BK Daddy Cool.

BK London: But as far as Jason Freeman goes, THAT is a man who knows what he wants in this business and he knows how to get it. He doesn't care what deals he has to make, he doesn't care who he has to take out - he does it because he wants to be the best. And Kudo...THAT, is your flaw. THAT is why you have yet to hold any World Championship gold....because you don't really want it. Sure, you might say you want it, you might even train hard to back up what you say - but do you really want it? Do you really want this OCW Championship resting on my shoulder?

Close up of the championship belt as it rests on the broad shoulders of the champ.

BK London: Because if you really wanted it, you'd do ANYTHING to get it. You talk about your R-3, but R-3 doesn't mean a DAMN in this business. You want to make it here, you need connections - you need to step on the others to reach the top, but yet your pride allows you to stick to your strict wrestling philosophy! And that makes me sick! Kudo Yasuda - you are nothing, but a one hit wonder. So enjoy the little 15 minutes of fame you're getting this month - because it will be all over come Samhain! It-

The guitar riffs of "Poison" Takashi Sorimachi echo throughout the arena, and the eyes of BK London dart around the arena like a mad man. Looking to the left, looking to the right, looking behind him - he tries to pin point exactly where Kudo is going to strike, but Mr. KO doesn't play those from the behind rules. Stepping out to the stage, Kudo is steaming from the ears from what happened to him and Albright on Monday.

Not trying to show that he's scared at all, BK London rips off his blazer jacket and throws his championship to the side while inviting Kudo down. The No.1 Contender sprints down to the ring hiding any remnants of pain in his ankle from last Warfare and slides under the bottom rope, where BK London goes after him. Forearm after forearm is thrown at the upper back of Kudo, as London works up to a vertical base and begins stomping away at him.

Ripping off his shirt, BK London loosens up a bit and plants Kudo in the stomach with a massive kick to the abdomen. Holding his gut in pain, Kudo doubles over - and now it seems that London is going for the kill. Backing up, he attempts his Shades from Michaels by tuning up the band first. Kudo makes his way back up to his feet, and London looks to take out his lights - but the extra motions of mat stomping offer Yasuda enough extra time to evade the maneuver. London turns around after the miss and recieves a kick to his gut before being whipped into the ropes.

Smartly, the champion grabs the top rope to stop himself from rebounding and races out the ring - under the bottom rope. Massive heat from the crowd ensues, as BK London stumbles into the ring barricade and now hops over. Kudo is a bit peeved that London managed to escape from him again as he begins yelling and pointing at the escaping BK from inside the ring. But little does London know about what's about to happen next.

From within the crowd, it's the International Champion Jake Steele who makes his way through one of the entrances. London steps backwards with a slight grin on his face, thinking he has outsmarted Yasuda once again - but he bumps into the chest of the other champ. Turning around, Steele grabs London and tosses him back ringside. Steele hops the barricade and throws BK back into the ring for Kudo to finish off as the crowd goes wild.

BK London gets up and walks right into a huge knife edged chop by his Samhain opponent. Holding his chest in pain, BK gets up again and is irish whipped into the ropes. The Yakuza Knee Strike seems to be coming next as Kudo readies himself to charge - but London quickly disappears from the ring on the opposite end. On the outside, none other than Henry McKaye has come to London's rescue, grabbing the OCW champion and bringing him safely to the outside. McKaye simply leaves BK London on the floor to get up himself, but he stares in the ring past Kudo Yasuda at Jake Steele - who he has been having a war of words with over the past couple of weeks. Jake Steele returns the glance, and BK London picks himself up and hugs his championship close as Kudo remains in the ring still fuming and ready to strike.

All four men have unfinished business to take care of inside this very ring and their eyes tell the story after the opening events of Meltdown. When these two teams collide tonight, who will leave the victor?

[BK London]

Segment: A job left unfinished
Credit: Bryce

As ACW returns from a brief commercial break the scene opens up with a shot of ACW superstar, Bryce walking through a hallway. Following his earlier exploits Bryce remains looking focused and determined, a constrast to his usual playful and wind-up personality. As he passes by a turning a glimpse of a blond woman can be seen out of the corner of the shot, however Bryce continues on without even a blink of an eye. Still, this woman can be heard calling out after him.

?: Hey, Bryce, wait up!

Predictably, Bryce does no such thing and continues on in the same direction at his own pace. Still, this woman seems to be of the pesistant kind and as such isn't one to give in easily!

?: Bryce, would you mind answering a question or two about what just happened out there?

Still, no response, not even a sign of acknowledgement from The Epitome of Athleticism.

?: You know Bryce, you can't just go around attacking whoever you feel like - like you have no responsibility!

Oh, I think that'll just about do it.

The woman is taken by surprise as Bryce puts on the brakes and turns around, immediately approaching the woman. As the camera follows Bryce it is revealed that the woman is in fact ACW interviewer, Charlotte King.

Bryce: Who's to say I can't, Charlotte? You? Like you have a shread of authority around here.

Bryce pauses, chuckling to himself to the displeasure of Charlotte.

Bryce: Also, you'd do well not to make assumptions dear Charlotte, as I take full and total responsibility for what just happened again there...to poor Matthew. Now, to save you some effort, I'll answer your next question. See, I didn't do what I did out there to make an impact, I didn't do what I did out there to send a message...hell, I didn't do what I did out there to prove to Matthew that I'm not a coward. No. I did that for one reason, and one reason only - just because I could.

Bryce pauses again, this time slowly exhaling as Charlotte attempts to speak.

Charlotte: Who do-

As Charlotte attempts to speak Bryce places his finger on her lips to stop her and shakes his other index finger side to side.

Bryce: Ah, ah, ah, don't interrupt now, Charlotte. Now, where was I? Now, you may say my reason is not a reason at all, but then again I would have to strongly disagree. See, ever since I have returned to ACW, Bryce has had to put up with this out of his depth "veteran" trying to tell me what to do. Well, you know what, Charlotte? Tonight, I showed that despite what he may say or do, there's nothing he can do to determine what I, Bryce, do. Matthew and I...we're not even in the same league. Sure, he may have been around for yonks, but when it comes down to it he's nothing, he's pathetic. He's an absolute freakin' waste of space.

Bryce shakes his head side to side with disgust as he continues to speak about his rival.

Bryce: Matthew doesn't deserve to be in the same company as me, let alone the same ring...and tonight I proved that. Tonight I did what I wanted to do, and that was to knock Matthew senseless. I think I can safely say I achieved that. Still, I can't quite feel that the job is only halfway done, that tonight I started something which I didn't quite finish. See, what's to stop him from turning up next week and starting to spill out yet more garbage? Come to think of it...what's to stop dear Matthew from further damaging my reputation by attempting to associate himself with me again, once he makes it out of A & E?

Bryce pauses looking directly at Charlotte as he thinks.

Bryce: You're right Charlotte, this job does have to be finished after all.

As Bryce turns away and walks off down the corridor apparently contemplating how to finish the "job", Charlotte is both speechless and puzzled at what just took place. The camera slowly begins to fade as it shows Bryce walking off.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Hail to the Chiefs... (Credit: Zero / Senator)

With all of the action already going on here tonight, things aren't looking to slow down any time soon. Fading into our next scene, we immediately join the two men that suddenly flipped the tag team division around - the NEW Tag Team Champions Jay Zero and The Senator! Thunderous amounts of cheers break out at ringside as both men, dressed very nicely in suits fix themselves up as they are ready to address the people of ACW.

Zero

[/color] :: I bet you're all still in shock from what happened Monday night! Totally blindsided by the move that myself and this man standing beside me chose to make! I bet you all are asking the question "Why?" "Why did you suddenly go for the Tag Team Titles instead of the International Title?" Well quite simply, the answer is something you already now know! Because nobody expected it! [/center]

And that is very true. Quite possibly the opposite of what we all thought Jay Zero was heading out to the ring to do, he instead walked out of the ACW Arena with Tag Team Gold over his shoulder. From here, Senator takes the vocal point.

The Senator: And why exactly did I agree to this plan? Because groups such as OCW, and the likes of RSX3 are ruining the good names of us people here in ACW. Good names, including that of the Senatorial Stable for one! And because of that, when Jay Zero approached me with this plan to take back the ACW Tag Team Championships, I simply could not resist!

Cheering in satisfaction, the crowd backs up the mentioning of The Senatorial Stable, can this most likely be a revival of the former powerhouse group?

Zero

[/color] :: So while those guys like OCW are out blindsidin' their prey and beating them down, and while those guys like RSX3 are running around thinkin' that they can do whatever the hell they want -- the good names such as Steve Philips and I instead are planning our next moves! Instead -- we're looking to take back the good name of Alpha Championship Wrestling! For too long the bad guys have taken over everything and claimed it to be their own -- so THAT'S why I decided to wait off on the International Title. THAT'S why we stand before you, as your NEW Tag Team Champions! [/center]

On cue, the two team mates suddenly unbutton their well-tailored suits, flashing the Championship Gold wrapped tight and secure around their waists.

Senator: Indeed. the tag team division is now officially placed on notice. We will not allow this division to dwindle back into oblivion, and we will certainly not allow any team to waltz in and retake these belts. Jay Zero is a man on a fast track to greatness here in ACW, many might claim that he has already achieved it, I personally will state that the pinnacle of his career has not yet been reached. Mr. Zero is someone I can trust to fight every bit as hard as I will, and a man who will not be satisfied until the corrupt regime of Stephan Russo, and BK London is toppled as surely as that of Saddam Hussein!

Zero

[/color] :: But we won't just stop there! No! For about the 19 months or so that I've been in ACW, I've taken a good look at whose who around here and without a shadow of a doubt, BK London and Stephan Russo aren't the only issues to take care of! These men are only the pinnacle of those who wish to take over the business and ruin all what has been built up! But you can never step aside and overlook the fact that within this company, there are still people like Jake Steele! There are still people like Alexander Starkweather! And -- hell, there are those people like Jason Freeman, who are suddenly turned against us all! It's like the birth of OCW gave new life to these people and shined a dirty, horrible idea into their eyes! These people saw what OCW had to offer! They saw what "impact" they were making and how dominate they were! So that's why you got people like Starkweather who suddenly return! That's why you got people like Jake Steele, who couldn't win the International title on his own at Heatwave suddenly claiming that "Love him or Hate him, he'll do what he wants!" -Aka using a title shot that he never even earned to take away MY hard-earned gold! Instead of working for things now, these people have seen the way! The way that OCW stresses! Now for some reason, you got people like Thunder Train who tear through anything and everything that stands in his way just to get to the other side of the tracks! THAT is why Senator and I did what we did! To take these punks down a peg or two! THAT'S why this man Partisan Kicked the crap out of Thunder Train last Monday! It's time for us to take back everything that these people have ruined! [/center]

The crowd cheers, barely allowing Senator fair share to talk again.

Senator: Looking here at my newly obtained gold, and seeing my own reflection in the polished metal, I can only reflect on the glorious past that the ACW organization was forged in. The legacy of men and women, striving to be the very best in the industry, competing to have their names etched in posterity, that is what I see in this belt, in this championship. And then, as I avert my gaze, I look at the current times that ACW faces. I already mentioned OCW before, and it is true that they appear quite fearsome. It is true that havoc has been wreaked, but that occured back in the good ol' days, too. We had our ups and our downs...but we always rebounded, and the fighting spirit of ACW always remained intact.

Zero

[/color] :: And that's exactly what we're doing here. We're rebounding from the shit that people like OCW have created! -- And speaking for the both of us here: We WILL keep fighting until our good fight is done! No matter who dares to try and step up and prove us wrong - no matter who decides to stand in our way! We WILL rid ACW of this new found attitude that's come up! And knowin' the kind of people that we're talkin' about here, you'll probably not even listen to what we have to say now! Hell, you still may not even listen to what we have to say after we literally beat the idea into your skulls! Instead, you'll brush it off and go back to doing the things that you do best - Gettin' somebody else to do your dirty work for you! But now I'm sure I lost some of you. I bet right now, some of you are thinking here, "So what's the point?" -Senator?[/center]

Senator: My point, then, is simple. There are those who might wish to tear ACW down, but they will not succeed. ACW is more than just a wrestling organization, a simple business, it is a manifestation of the yearning spirit that has accompanied mankind since the time that nomadic tribes started populating the globe, ACW represents the underlying need for greatness that humans have wished for since the days of Gilgamesh, the days of Caesar, the times of Napoleon. The need for greatness resides today in ACW, and even though petty tyrants and brutal dictators might succeed in the short run, it is the strength of humanity that we may, as in the past, overcome those who try to rule through terror, just as the terrible ideologies of the twentieth century collapsed, so will OCW...

Zero

[/color] :: ....And that Senator?[/center]

The Senator looks over at Zero and smiles. Slowly he turns back towards the camera.

Senator: ...and that, my friends...is nothing....but the truth.

Senator nods his head towards the camera while Zero flashes his eyebrows and begins to adjust his suit to slightly cover up his Tag Team Championship title. Going grey, the scene begins to cut out now. The Senator and Jay Zero have both made their points clear -- these two have both come together under a common cause, and a common fight. But how long will it be until these two fight the true fight that cannot be won alone? Will these new Tag Team Champions fend for themselves in the Numbers game? What we know for sure however is, that no matter what -- they will fight.

The scene begins to fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: Training Day 3: Over Before It Started

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

I had been dreading coming to training tonight. I didn’t want to scare the others, let alone tell them that Dwight and Damian had been attacked, no doubt because of their affiliation with me. What a sneaky, ruthless bastard he’s been lately; I wish I could get my hands on him, even for just a second; just long enough for me to choke the breath out of his tiny body. He thinks he deserves glory and to be recognised as a threat; with actions like that, he sure as hell won’t have glory, but the attention he wants...he’s got it.

I make my way down the hallway. I don’t have my duffle bag with me; I won’t be needing it tonight. When I get into the gym I see the other guys crowding around each other, talking amongst themselves until one of them sees me. It’s Johnny.[/color]

Johnny Trebuchet: Where’s Tim? He’s usually here half an hour before training, setting up the equipment.

I didn’t like saying it, but it had to be said.[/color]

Scott: Listen guys, gather round. I’m sorry I couldn’t get a hold of you all earlier, but there was an accident on Monday involving Dwight and Damian.

The looks on their faces told me they were concerned. They didn’t have to say anything. These guys loved Dwight; Damian I’m not too sure about, but I suppose they liked him.[/color]

Yoshi: They be ok? Where they now?

Scott: Both of them are in critical condition in the hospital. Doctors say they’ll live, but the damage is pretty bad.

One of the larger men, Tommy Combat, comes forward.

Combat: Who did it? We’ll kill him!

I could see it in all of their eyes. They want a piece of Jake now too, but I can’t let them get involved, for their own safety. If Jake can get away with doing what he did to Dwight and Damian, who knows what he’ll do to these guys.

Scott: I’m not going to tell you, for your own protection.

Combat: Protection?! Look at me, I’m 6’6, 254 pounds of monster!

Tommy grabs me by the collar; bad idea. I break his grip by kicking him in the inner thigh with as much force as I could. He falls to one knee before I deliver a Headshot to his big, stupid head. He flops to the ground. He isn’t moving, but at least he’s quiet.[/color]

Scott: Now, if anyone else would like to challenge my authority?

Just as I thought. Nobody.[/color]

Scott: Good choice. Now, tonight’s training won’t take place for obvious reasons. I wish it didn’t turn out this way, but it has, so we’re gonna have to deal with it. So until Dwight’s outta the hospital there won’t be any more training. Sorry guys.

Yoshi: It ok, Scott-san. We understand...We just want help you. You teach us great things. We respect you.

That was nice, but I can’t let them get into danger. God, Cheng what’s the matter with you? Everything you’re doing isn’t just targeting me; it’s affecting everyone around me. It’s like a branch of problems.[/color]

Scott: I know you guys are angry too, but you have to trust me that I’m going to settle this; my way. I know who it is, and I know exactly how to deal with him. So I’d really appreciate it if you all went home and got some rest; just relax until this is all cleared over.

They’re all disappointed; I know they are. But they’re just gonna have to get over it. There’s nothing anyone can do to turn back the clock and stop what happened. What I can do, however, is even the score. Jake Cheng; you’re a dead man.

I walk out the doors of the gym and get into my car. It’s time to hit the ACW Arena.[/color]

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: What I meant to say was… (Credit: XS3)

In a feud fueled by respect, we have heard the majority of the talk come from Bryce himself. We have not heard any comments or monologues from ol' XS3 himself, that is, until now. We fade in from whatever we saw previously and begin to fade into the face of XS3. The camera pans out to reveal his ring attire plus, as customary, a t-shirt of a band, this one being Protest The Hero. He wipes a bit of sleep out of his eyes before smiling.

XS3: So, this is what I'm subjected to tonight by the orders of Gingerdude and Russo. Tonight, I could've had an opponent of worthy caliber. I could've tangled with Senator once again or maybe try for BK's title again. Instead, I'm placed against The Zombie and Macho Libre. Yep, you got to love Halloween promotions gone horribly awry. Rather than bitch about it like most people though, I'll just swallow the bitter pill and take 'em down. Then, when I finish those two off, my next focus is shutting up a certain no-last-name punk. His name? Bryce.

The smile on XS3's face fades away and now we get to see the serious side.

XS3: You will notice that I tend to get edgy and aggressive whenever I'm around the kid. Well, yes, I'm very edgy. Do you know why? Because he has the gall, the AUDACITY, to question my status as a veteran in the game. He has called me out on so much bullshit that it's hard to even keep track of what he's been spreading. You know, I've actually figured it out. I know why you keep challenging me to show up only to turn away at last moment. Do you know why you do it? Because, deep down, you know I'm right about you. You're a classless punk with no sense of respect. And all too soon, you'll find out why I know I can beat you. But as for tonight, here's a little challenge of my own. Here's what we're going to do. I can sit in here after my match and then you can come in. Break down the door, bring ten of your friends, bring some Tim Horton's, bring whatever you like… It won't matter in the end because you know what will happen to you then? You're just going to run away like a little bitch with your tail between your legs.

XS3 then chuckles and makes a brief whimpering noise akin to a frightened dog's, mocking Bryce.

XS3: Don't deny it, Bryce. We all know you're scared. I punked you out when I came down to the ring on Monday after you beat whats-his-face. Obviously, management is giving us warm-up matches this week because when the real confrontation between us happens, and trust me it will happen, the shit is going to hit the fan. As a matter of fact, I've already spoken to Gingerdude about a potential match between us… I think you won't be able to run at Samhain. As far as details go, we'll get to that on Monday… You like that? The whole "me-taking-a-page-out-of-your-book" thing? I think it works well. It keeps you anticipated for your dark, worthless future here in ACW.

XS3 then pauses and looks down at his watch before quickly standing up from his chair.

XS3: But anyway, I got some scrubs to beat up. While there's no denying that you're better than Zombie and Macho Libre, there will be no denying that I will put you in your place before the day is over. And that's not destiny. That's not fate. That's just the way it is.

XS3 then walks off from the view of the camera and heads out for his match.

Fade.

[BK London]

Title: "We"
Credit: A.C. Evans

We fade up to the scene of A.C. Evans standing in front of a brick wall. The light around him is dim, but just perfectly light for us to see his face. Evans looks around and we see that he is wearing a white collared shirt which has stains of blood on it. His white pants also has spots of blood on them. Everyone knows your not supposed to wear white pants after Labor Day though, silly Evans. Anyway, Evans flips his hair a bit and shows his face for the first time in ages. He speaks.

A.C. EVANS: Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for allowing me the time to speak to you as this is an important manner. As you know, I have returned to ACW and I make my official return tonight in a match against Lusso. At this point in time, Lusso has no relevance to my interests. Lusso is simply another victim on my way to taking down OCW. Tonight, I wish to speak to you about just that. Omega Championship Wrestling. OCW is the poison that is ruining this very industry. I..I am the antidote. I will end OCW once and for all..but that is at a later date. However, there is something different about my promise. You see, time and time again..people make vows. "I vow to get revenge" or "I vow to win the World title". Vows and promises mean nothing here in ACW, simply because of the fact that people who make those very promises and vows don't have the intelligence and strength to pursue them. If they can't reach it within a week or so, they call it quits. But, take for instance people who have achieved their promises in this company.[/color]

Evans looks around the area he is sitting in. He runs his fingers through his hair, moving it away from his face. He takes a deep breath and continues again.

A.C. EVANS: Take for instance, Jake Steele. A man who has bribed and cheated his way to where he is now. He may have accomplished his goal..but at what cost? BK London falls in this same category. There is not an honest champion in this company and it sickens me. Rather, there is not an honest soul in his company. You step on each others faces to try to better yourself at all times. Never do you stop and think. The hedonistic, individualistic, "me-first" though process will soon come to an end. We will band together for a common cause. We will end. We will rule. Moreover..WE....WILL...CURE.[/color]

Who could this "we" be? Evans smirks, and says no more about "we" leaving ACW fans with a few provoking thoughts. Who could he be talking about?!

A.C. EVANS: Never spoil a good surprise. In any occasion, tonight I face off against Lusso in my return to the ACW ring. Lusso may strike fear in the hearts of many. You may be some type of hardcore messiah, but I see nothing that sets you apart from you and a bum. Lusso, you may be some drugged up type of lunatic..but you don't scare me. The only thing that scares me is what I may do to you tonight. Tonight, you will feel a pain that you have never felt before. The emotional pain you felt when your parents sold you will be nothing compared to this. The mental pain you feel when you were drugged up by scientists will be a bee sting compared to this. The physical pain that you felt in your hardcore matches will be nothing compared to this. Tonight, you will be burned by the light. Tonight..you will be crushed by the truth. Tonight, I end you...[/color]

And with that, Evans grins a sick grin leaving us to do nothing but fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Under Appreciated, Under Rated, Under Utilized
Credit: Wayde Russeller

We come back from commercial and the camera is in the back where Wayde Russeller stands with Diamond Fox. He has a mic and looks a little ticked off as he stares into the camera.

Wayde: Hello everyone. For those of you who don't me, I am Wayde Russeller, the ACW Entertainment Champion. I come out here night after night and deliver pure entertainment to each and everyone of you. To my right is Diamond Fox. My lovely fiancee.

Diamond does a little shake with her body that gets all the guys excited.

Wayde: She is the most beautiful woman to grace your TV screens and the most talented woman in the world. So with all this greatness between us, I bet your wondering why there is anyone out there that wouldn't know who we are. It's simple.

Wayde cracks his neck and breaths in deep trying to keep himself calm.

Wayde: It's because of ACW management. I stand before you the most talented man on this roster. A champion here in ACW, but do I have a match tonight? NO! And how does that happen? Stupidity, that's how. I have repeatedly said that I would defend my title against ANYONE, yet do I have a title match? NO! I never have a chance to show how great of a champion I am! To show how much this belt means. The only time I had that chance was against Red, and now he is dead. I guess death was a better option than fighting me again!

The fans boo with disapproval of Wayde making jokes about Mr. Red and his death.

Wayde: My show, Wayde's World is a huge hit! Later tonight we will have the third installment with Jake Steele. Obviously people tune in to see me and Diamond on TV, why not take advantage of that? People love to hate Wayde Russeller and ACW management needs to start recognizing what they have in me. Let look at what ACW thought would sell more that Wayde Russeller.

Diamond takes out a list of the matches for tonight's show and starts to read them off.

Diamond: Train vs Gary

Wayde: OOO! Why didn't I think of that!?! That is a great way to kick of the show with a bang! Take a man, not even, take a joke of a wrestler Train, who just lost his tag titles and but him in a match against Gary? Now why can't I see the excitement in that? Maybe its just me but Train vs Wayde for my title MIGHT HAVE been a bigger sell.

The fans boo but start thinking that could have been a fun match to see. Everyone would love to see Train eat Wayde.

Wayde: What do we have next?

Diamond: XS3 vs The Zombie & Macho Libre

Wayde: Wow this show keeps getting better and better! Who would sell more, a great wrestler as myself, Wayde Russeller, or a Zombie and Macho Nacho? I guess ACW management felt that tonight, the fans should be able to know who's winning. I mean you have a guy, XS3 who has never and will never be a champion in ACW vs two no name guys who couldn't win if the match was fixed. Lets bet that XS3 gets a rare win in this match. Don't stop now Diamond! Let me see the next AWESOME match on this card!

Diamond: AC Evans vs Lusso

Wayde looks at the screen, then looks at Diamond. He looks back at the screen and back at Diamond with a "Seriously" look on his face. She nods and Wayde nearly collapses laughing and he starts slapping his knee. He regains composure and looks at the camera.

Wayde: Forget about putting me on the show, you know what could have sold more than this match? Gary vs The Zombie and Macho Crotcho! I mean come on, Lasso, well he sucks. He is gonna be another one of those young guys who comes in, and goes out just as quick. The revolving door of ACW careers. And AC Evans? I already took him out of ACW. I beat his ass so bad the his OCW "family" threw him out! And then he returns out of no where to come on TV and cry "The only family I have know! They threw me out! BOO HOO" I bet people change the channel during this one. Hell I bet they watch Paris' New BFF before watching this crap! I can't take any more matches, What else does this show have?

Diamond:Well it says RSX3 will have 3-4 spots on the show to tell everyone they are starting a dynasty and complain about losing their belts.

Wayde: Whoa! Complaining and big talk from RSX3? I am surprised!

Diamond: Also, OCW will have 3 spots to argue, fight, and say how much control they have over ACW.And last but not least, Zero will complain all night about losing his title and the fact that no one loves him.

Wayde leans his head back and yawns seemingly bored with the show.

Wayde: You see people, this crap is what ACW thinks will make them money. Well it won't. If ACW management keeps running shows like this, you will lose more money the Dow Jones! Basically, you want to keep ACW strong, but me, your Entertainment Champion on the show and let me show all these people PURE ENTERTAINMENT! That is all I have to say for now. However you will see me shortly in another edition of Wayde's World. At least this show has something to look forward to.

With that Wayde and Diamond walk off camera as it fades.

Fade

[BK London]

Match 1: Thunder Train vs. Gary (Credit: Thunder Train)


We return from a commercial break and see Gary already in the ring. He is bruised up, still feeling the effects of The Road Steelers from Fallout. He tries to raise his arm for the crowd, but can't. Just then "Gourmet Race Metal Version" plays over the arena. Out walks Thunder Train to boos from the crowd. He smirks and quickly makes his way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and stands up again, smirking.

*Bell rings*

Train rushes Gary and clotheslines him. Its pretty much already over, but Train feels that its time for some fun. He picks up the 145 pounder with ease and lifts him high above his head. He drops behind him and it looks as if Gary fell from the top of building. He goes down with a crashing thud. Train turns around back at Gary and stomps on him a few times. He then gets on top of Gary and starts punching his head. The referee has to break it up as Gary is bleeding already. The ref pushes Train back into the corner then checks on Gary. Train walks up behind the ref and moves him out of the way to pick up Gary once more.

He lifts him up and swings him around, doing the Mega-Wreckage (Crossbody backbreaker). The crowd "OOOOOS!" as Gary's back slams into Train's knee. Train laughs at Gary and feels as if it isn't enough. He picks up the body of Gary once more and does the OM NOM BOMB (Towerhacker Bomb). Down to the mat Gary goes once more and Train puts his boot over him.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Phillip: Here is your winner, Thunder Train!

Train isn't done though. He immediately goes outside the ring and grabs the microphone from Phillip. He also grabs a chair and slides that into the ring. He re-enters the ring and lifts the mic to his mouth.

Thunder Train: You see this Sijweh? This is your future. This is what will happen to you if you don't just leave me alone and mind your own business. Gary has just become another one to fall to Train. You are next Sijweh! And in case that isn't clear enough, camera man. Get a zoom in shot of this.

The camera zooms into Train. Gary is now on his back, seemingly dead. Train stands over him and lifts up Gary's head. He then locks in the Caramel Clutch. Train yanks back on Gary and then starts punching on his face. Its a gruesome site as all the blood rolls down Gary's face and onto the fingers of Train with Train smiling over him. Train drops him down and grabs the microphone again.

Thunder Train: Do you see now Sijweh? DO YOU SEE? NO!?!!? WELL THEN!!!

The now psychotic Train grabs the steel chair and slides Gary's leg in it. He drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends to the second rope. However, the cheers are getting louder in the audience as Sijweh himself appears! With a steel chair of his own. He thwacks Train in the back to the delight of the crowd. Train falls from the rope, but lands on his feet. He is pissed and looks over at Sijweh. He reaches over the rope to grab him but Sijweh is too far away. Train puts his arms down and Sijweh clocks him over the head with the chair. Train stumbles back across the ring into the ropes. Sijweh then runs into the ring and charges at Train. He extends his arm and hits Train. Over the top he goes! Train falls out of the ring and crowd can't get enough of it.

Sijweh raises his arms in victory as Train gets to his feet. Train looks back into the ring, holding his neck and pointing at Sijweh. Sijweh gives a bring it on expression, now holding a chair in his hand. Train turns around though and begins heading to the back. The crowd boos at Train, as they want to see a fight. Sijweh shrugs then goes to check on Gary as we fade.

Fade to commercial.

Post match credit: Train and Spade.

[BK London]

Segment: Wayde’s World
Credit: Steele/Wayde

We come back from commercial and the set of Wayde's World is set up already. "Me Against The World" by Simple Plan comes on the speakers and Wayde and Diamond emerge on the entrance way. Wayde is wearing his cowboy hat with jeans and a white tank top. Diamond has on tight jeans and a white shirt and she shows off her wedding ring the whole way down the ramp. Wayde slides in the ring and holds down the rope for Diamond to get in. He grabs a mic while Diamond assumes her postion behind the counter.

Wayde: Well its that time again, where you dumb asses get to sit back and receive Pure Entertainment from yours truly, Wayde Russeller and the breath taking Diamond Fox.

The fans boo loudly while Wayde smiles and blows a kiss to Diamond

Wayde:Now love it or hate it, NO ONE can deny that Wayde's World has started with a boom! First show, I call out Mrs. Red for the murderous slut she is and she gets arrested. Second show, I have Mr. Jason Freeman out here where he and Dan Wh......actually, instead of telling you, I'll show you!

He gets up from his seat and walks over to the small home-like television set and turns the knob on it, getting it to turn on. Wayde gets Diamond to throw him the VHS Tape that was behind the bar and he pops it into the VCR connected under the TV. He presses play and instantly highlights of the interview with Freeman is shown. It shows Dan White’s speech to Freeman and Freeman almost ready to snap as Wayde holds him back. The scene then cuts and the camera is focused back on Wayde Russeller.

Wayde: And tonight's edition will keep the momentum rolling as we have a talented yet controversial guest. Please give it up for Jake Steele!

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

CAKE!

... I need da' cake nigga ...

As soon as “Cake“ by Lloyd Banks kicks off into the PA System, the fans start their usual jeers. In the ring Wayde Russeller is standing in the ring clapping his hands as the International Champion is being anticipated. Sooner than later, Steele slowly steps through the curtains with his casual attire on and now only one Championship over his shoulder - that of course being the International Championship. He doesn‘t stop to show off, laugh at the fans or any of his usual antics. Instead he makes a b-line for the ring, walking down the ramp. He finally stops, before getting onto the apron and climbing into the ring. Wayde Russeller extends his hand to Steele, but he doesn‘t even pay attention to the hand of the Entertainment Champion. Steele sits down into his chair and looks straight ahead out into the crowd. Wayde clears his throat, shocked by Steele turning him down, as he heads over to his seat.

Wayde: Yo, J Steele! Can I call you J?

Steele - …[/COLOR]

Wayde: Well, um, I guess I’ll just get to the questions then. How are you feeling tonight?

Steele holds his microphone in his hand and stops looking into space, now turning his head over to Wayde and really trying to comprehend what he just heard. This week for Steele so far has caused him to lose a title and it should be obvious “how he is feeling”.

Steele - How am I feelin’? How… am I feelin’? Oh my week been ill. I went up against Zero for dis title right here, aw shit wait, nah I didn’t. Instead I fought Zero and Senatah for da tag titles… and after double teamin’ Train while I was knocked out by a fuckin’ Zero Darkness, for da second week, Senatah pinned Train and we wound up losin’ da titles. Den to top all dat off. You got niggas returnin’ like Jesus on easter, and I know damn well it won‘t be long befo‘ dey get jealous of dis title bein‘ over my shoulder.. So yeah man, my week has been fuckin’ perfect.[/color]

Wayde: Now… Jakey boy, lets all play nice here.

Steele - Who da’ fuck do I look like to you? Freebitch? I don’t have to be nice to anyone, whether you a champion or not. Shit, da only reason I’m on dis show is because I have a statement to be made. And I won’t have some british muthafucka come out here and run his mouth while I make it.[/color]

Wayde: See, that's why I asked you to be on the show Steele! Because I knew that you would no doubt bring some pure entertainment with you. So what would this statement be?

Steele - See, I bet everyone in dis arena thinks I’m a broken man again. I bet you thinkin’ “Steele gon’ snap again.” “Steele ‘bout to dress up like da Boogeyman again.”… Nah, dat ain’t me anymore. Nah I ain’t gonna lie and say losin’ my titles with Train didn’t hurt… but what I’mma say is dat da Road Steelahs are still da best team in ACW today. And we don’t need tag titles to prove dat shit. Train is a killer… and I am da International Champ… da facts don’t lie.

…Anotha’ thing dat doesn’t lie is my blueprint for ACW… [/color]

Wayde: Now, just between men and you, from champ to champ, what would that list be exactly?…

Steele - See dat can’t be told to ya right nah. A good champ neva’ reveals his secrets. You can let dat shit unveil itself.[/color]

Wayde: Tonight, in the main event, you’ll be facing off against World Champ BK London and Henry McKaye, and your partner will be former rival Mr. K.O., Kudo Yasuda. What is your gameplan?

Steele - See Kudo wants what every man desires… da ‘OCW’ World Title. But unlike Scott Andrews, or Da Senatah or even FSX… Kudo has somethin’ dat can fuel him to be on top of ACW… he has R-3. I heard many men doubt it, call it a myth, somethin’ Kudo fabricated to make himself seem more important. Shit is real son. Believe me, even when we was at blows wit each other, I knew da nigga had somethin’ special about him… a aura or some shit man. It was crazy, and tonight it’ll be da same when we work together’. Fan favorite and a nigga like me… who da fans hate on constantly. Only R-3 brings shit like dat togetha’, believe dat.[/color]

Wayde: Well it was nice having you Steele but…

Steele - I’m not done. See, I got anotha’ good friend of mine returning soon. Now he may not be as big as FSX, but he is plannin’ to make a impact in ACW real soon. I’d watch my back if I was you nigga.[/color]

Steele gets up from his seat and takes the mic with him as he exit’s the ring and the fans boo him and his statements. Wayde looks on with a bit of confusion, as Steele can be seen smiling. The scene then fades…

[BK London]

Segment: “Thank You Inferred” (Credit: Kudo)

Marketer, PR man, backstage agent, gym guru, problem solver and self proclaimed man of action, Alan Albright appears in camera view as the basic “pan out” camera shot takes place and reveals the man standing over Kudo Yasuda who has his leg outstretched onto the short table in front of him.

Albright: You know I’ve got to say, being in that ring on Warfare, I get what wrestlers mean when they say they feel a high surrounded by thousands of screaming fans.

Albright lets out a slightly nervous chuckle. Kudo takes a look at his agent and then goes back to taping up his ankle.

Kudo: You know Albright if you think this is funny in some way…

Albright: Oh no, no, nothing like that. I’m sorry, you know how I am about things, I hate tense situations, it’s no good for the heart, especially one as cholesterol clogged as mine.

Kudo glances over again.

Albright: No, what I meant to say is…thank you.

Kudo: ...

Albright: You know, for basically saving my hide out there last Warfare from getting beat by OCW.

Kudo: What were you doing in my locker room on Warfare anyway? I thought I said I wanted some separation between us. If showing up in the arena where I wrestle and heading toward the locker room to find me is what you think time alone means, then I’d love to hear your sarcastic remark for that one.

Albright: Well you know, you’re right. But me and the gym boys, we were just concerned about you. I mean you stopped answering calls and I couldn’t even get into the arena to see you anymore without being hassled. When I agreed to be your backstage agent guy, I took a responsibility of my own. I had the responsibility of looking after your interests and making sure that you, as well as R-3 were getting the best possible exposure possible.

Kudo: And I have a responsibility too Albright. I have a responsibility as a junior heavyweight of the Armada to go out there and showcase the talent that needs to be underscored. And in order to get myself in a mindset to do that again, I needed some time by myself.

Albright: Once again, you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking and I let myself get caught up in a whole dirty plot orchestrated by BK London with OCW and Jason Freeman. And worse off, I led you into a trap that you could have avoided.

Kudo: It’s alright Albright.

Albright: No, it’s not alright, because now here you are with a bag of ice and a roll of tape trying to nurse an injury that shouldn’t even have been there. And it’s because you went out of your way to save my butt.

Kudo lets out a sight sigh and stops his taping momentarily.

Kudo: You dwell on it, you lose. Do you want to cry about it or do you want to move on? Aren’t you the one that told me that before?

Albright: Yeah…

Kudo: Well then there’s no need to keep talking about it. I told you Albright when this whole thing began that relishing in the past will get you nowhere today. And so you ice it, you tape it, and you move on. Rinse, repeat, and keep going. BK London won’t stop at getting back at me, and so I can’t stop and get caught up either.

Albright: You know you’re starting to sound like a grizzled veteran, and I always thought you just tuned me out when I spoke.

Kudo: I do, but I listen when it matters.

Albright can’t help but take some solace in the fact that Kudo holds no grudge against him and has even lightened up at the entire situation.

Albright: Well I just came to check out how you’re doing, and it looks like you’re going to be fine.

Kudo: Yeah, the ankle will hold up.

Albright: Not just that – I think you’re going to be fine mentally. You’ve taken some scraps Kudo, but I have no doubts that you’ll be ready for anything that’s thrown at you by BK London or anyone else. And I’ll respect your wishes and watch from a distance.

Kudo: Thank you Albright.

Albright: Ha, who else can get his ass saved from certain beating and have the other guy thank him?

Kudo: Hmph, only you.

Albright lets loose a smile as Kudo finishes taping up his ankle and gets up to shake Albright’s hand before he leaves.

Albright: I’ll see you after Samhain…

Kudo: …When preparation meets opportunity.

-Fade Out-

[BK London]

Segment: Women In Cages! (Credit: Yoko / Rattlesnake / Sarin)

This place...This isn't ACW.

It's not a gym.

It's not a house.

It's not even a hotel room.

Prison.

Federal pound-your-ass prison. Without the ass pounding(well, mostly), because this is females only. Hundreds of criminals are festering in the result of their depravity; growing colder, growing harder. But deep within this sea of lost souls is former ACW world champion Sarin Rossi. A diamond in the rough, as they say. Even in this place, full of dirt and grime, her beauty is radiant.

She's being led to a visitor's booth, and when she is seated, it's Rattlesnake on the opposite side of the glass. The phone is already to his ear, so she grabs her end of it.

Sarin: You're...you are the last person I expected to see when I walked in here.

Snake: What? Didn't they tell you that it was me that was here?

Sarin: Oh, they did, but I've gotten twelve crazies claiming to be you. Thirty three Yoko's, five Sarin's, and seven Alf's. And one Sean Hannity demanding conjugal visits. I think he was real.

Snake: Sounds like you've got plenty of visitors keeping you company.

Sarin: Not really too many familars. Alicia came twice. Senator and FSX came on my first weekend.

Snake: What about Yoko? Has she shown up yet?

Sarin: No, why would she?

Snake: Well...maybe it's because the two of you are together?

Sarin: Snake dear, Yoko and I are not dating, remember?

Snake: But she came back to help you, right?

Sarin: That...wasn't about me. That was about her getting to Thunderkiss.

Snake: Oh. I see.

Sarin: You didn't have to come, you know. I'm aware of how cruel it was for me to leave you without even a word.

Snake: I know. I know. I just...needed an answer. I wanted to know if there was something I did or didn't do that caused that. I've been thinking about it for quite some time and it's something I'm not really sure of.

Sarin: And you deserve an answer. I guess it's just, with the world title, and Yoko showing up without Jade or any other problems, it reminded me of old times. But then she wasn't even there for me.

Snake: So you were waiting for her.

Sarin: No! It's hard to explain. But I know what I want now.

Snake: You want to be with the one you love, I know. But who is it? Who have you decided you want to be with?

Sarin: I do. And that person is you. She'll forever be in my heart, but you're the one I love. I know I don't deserve another cha-

Snake: I forgive you.

Sarin: What?

Snake: Everyone makes mistakes and I love you so much. I'll give you another chance if you're sure Yoko won't be a factor anymore.

Sarin: I promise that she won't affect our relationship again, but how can you date an inmate?

Snake: I'll find a way. I've always said that the best things are worth waiting for. You're worth it.

Sarin: You don't know how much this means to me...

She is a tad weepy.

Snake: I still can't believe Yoko was in town and didn't even visit you.

Sarin: What?! When?!

Snake: You didn't see? Don't you have a TV with you?

Sarin: They took it when I spin kicked another criminal...Things get heated. Give me details!

Snake: Unlucky person went up against you. Anyways she was alone again, and I think it made her more ferocious. She and BK destroyed each other. Yoko had more rage than I've ever seen with her. She stabbed and smashed him to bits with various weapons. She was like a demon. I've never really been scared of anything in my life, but this side of Yoko, it was actually kind of frightening.

Sarin: Like a demon...Did she...-

Security Guard: Visitations are up, Ms Rossi. Hamg 'em up.

Snake: I'll come visit when I can. I love you.

Sarin: I love you too. Um... If you could make sure she's doing well out there, I'd be very relieved.

Snake frowns, but nods anyway as she gets up to leave.

End Segment.

[BK London]

A Peek Behind the Kayfabe Curtain – Part 4
Alex Richmond


I awoke in an unfamiliar room. It was, in a word, sparse. The walls were painted white, the floors were white, the ceiling was white, the door was white, and the bed I was sprawled upon had white bed sheets. The only other objects in the entire room were a solitary light bulb dangling forlornly from the ceiling and a rigid plastic chair, like those you got at school, upon which my father was perched, a less-than-impressed expression on his face. I made to speak, what I was going to say I wasn’t quite sure, and was almost relieved when he held his hand up to silence me. That feeling would soon pass.

“You will not speak, you will listen to what I have to say! Understand?!”

I was highly tempted to speak my response but I could tell that it would be a mistake; the vein on his forehead was throbbing like I’d never seen before. I decided to nod, and was glad about the decision I had made.

“Good. Now, I’m going to put this in simple terms for you, that way you may have a chance of understanding me even with that mush you’ve undoubtedly turned your brain into. Right now you should be up in court facing a murder charge. You are lucky you have me as a father because I am a highly influential man and I managed to pull some strings. It wasn’t easy, not even for me, and I had to piss off a lot of people to pull it off but you’re off the hook – count yourself lucky, I won’t be doing it again.

This facility you are currently in is called the Lillywhite Centre for Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation. This is your new home.”

I instantly began to object but was silenced by my father’s next words.

“Shut the fuck up! If you even try to speak again I will personally ensure that you are prosecuted for what you did, and you will fucking fry for it!!”

I was shocked, I had never seen him like this and it stunned me into silence instantly. His face a deep shade of purple, he paused to take a deep breath and simultaneously straightened his tie before continuing to speak.

“Now, as I was saying...welcome to the place you will now call home. You are no longer welcome in mine. You have disgraced me and as a result you have forced my hand. I will pay for your treatment but nothing more, you will no longer live off my handouts. You no longer have the right to call me your father and if I pass you in the street I won’t even miss a step as I walk on by you. I no longer have a son...”

With that he rose to his feet. I considered trying to stop him but I knew there was nothing I could say or do, as he looked down on me there was nothing in his gaze, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at an empty bed. I sat there motionless as he turned his back on me and strode through the door. I caught a glimpse of him talking to a man in a white coat, presumably a doctor of some kind, before the door slammed shut. I remained motionless as I stared at the whiteness around me. It didn’t feel like home.

[BK London]

The Breaking Point (Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London)

The OCW locker room is quiet. BK London and Henry McKaye sit on the couches, watching the show while Starkweather reads the paper.

Silence Over.

And enter Jake Cheng, with that new maniac face he seems to have permanently dawned. But this version of the face is different, although contorted with anger, it still has a hint of...desire. Cheng bursts into the room while Henry McKaye and Starkweather eye him wearily. The Chinese Phenom drags his new favorite chair with him and stands right behind him. Raising his right arm, he overexaggehates two taps onto BK’s back right shoulder. The World Champion turns around to see the wide, almost childish, smile of Jake Cheng.

Jake: Heyya BK.

BK London: Oh, hey, Jake. What’s up?

Jake: Do you think we could talk?

BK London: Of course. Wha-

Jake: Alone.

BK London: Uhh, sure......guys, you mind?

They don’t mind; Starkweather and McKaye get up peacefully and leaves, but not before they give Jake some ‘wtf’ looks. As soon as they leave, that desire that was on Jake’s before....yeah, let’s just say it disappeared pretty fast.

As if Jake wasn’t close was close to BK before, the former Tag Team champion gets in his partner’s. BK doesn’t back up, he just meet Jake’s angry glare with an apathetic one of his own.

BK London: So what do you want?

Jake: Answers.

BK London: What are your question?

Jake: I asked you if you wanted to take out Kudo. You say no. Next show, what do I see? You and the rest of OCW went out there and take my idea. WHAT THE FUCK? REALLY BK? YOU DON’T EVEN ASK ME TO COME OUT WITH YOU GUYS! THIS IS BULLSHIT! And another thing! I see there is a TAG MATCH at the end of this show. BK London and Jak- OH WAIT, IT’S NOT ME. You just LOVE fucking me over!

BK London: If I were you, I'd take your tone down a notch before I take it down for you! Alright?!

Jake: I'd love to see you do that!

Stephan Russo: Guys, I think you need to ca-

Jake & BK London: Stay out of this!

The Chairman has been silenced.

BK London: You really think I'm fucking you over? Look at your track record against Jake Steele my friend! It's not a good one. You got a good win over him a few months ago, but he showed that he was the better man he when whiped the floor with you at the Night of Rematches! You've been slacking Cheng, and I don't need slacking on my team! I need people who pull their weight! I need people who are winners. How many people here in ACW can say they have over a 100 losses Jake? Huh? That's right - YOU! YOU are the only one. The only reason why you're still relevant is because of me! I won our only Tag Titles here in ACW, I invited you into OCW - and I managed to let your cruise through our stable! Well no more, ship up - or shape out! I am disgusted at you! You of all people, raising your voice at me! Questioning my motives! You have a match tonight against The Senator, I suggest that you win it - or I'm going to start considering trimming the fat of this stable! Now if you excuse us, McKaye and I have a little business to handle!

Weirdly enough, Jake does. He excuses him self right out of the OCW locker room, slamming the door rather hard. BK lets out his smile once again. The mold process continues. Let’s just hope he doesn’t drop the clay...

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 2: XS3 vs. The Zombie & Macho Libre (Credit: XS3)


As soon as the bell rang, The Zombie began lurching towards XS3, who looked on quizzically. XS3 then shrugged and proceeded to lurch towards the Zombie as well, gaining a laugh from the crowd. However, the laughter ended when XS3 nearly decapitated the undead one with a clothesline. Macho Libre screamed "OOOOOOOOOOOOH NO" from the apron as XS3 whipped the Zombie off the ropes and hit the Closing Moment. Macho Libre entered the ring but XS3 ducked under a clothesline and picked up Macho, sending him crashing into the canvas with the Burning Cradle. Zombie was getting to his feet and XS3 subsequently bounced off the ropes, nailing the Zombie with the Shadow Step. Zombie crashed onto Macho and XS3 pinned both for the 1-2-3.

Winner: XS3.

"Hear This Prayer For Her" by Kingdom Of Sorrow hits the P.A system as Phillip announces XS3 the winner of the match. The fans cheer as XS3 smiles and heads to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top and raises his left arm. However, XS3's celebrations are interrupted as his theme song quickly cuts out and a familiar face appears on the alphatron. The crowd let out boos and groans as XS3 looks over to see what's up. It's Bryce. XS3's mood immediately changes as he leaps down from the turnbuckle and rests on the ropes, looking up at his rival on the alphatron.

Bryce is standing in front of a black background, wearing an attire of blue tracking bottoms and a white hoody. He has a smirk on his face and begins to slowly clap as he looks ready to address his rival, XS3.

Bryce: I have to hand it to you Matthew that was pretty impressive. No wait - that was out-freakin'-standing! I mean come on, not only did you get back to winning ways, you did it in style. You didn't only defeat one man, oh no, you defeated two! At the same time no less. I bet you're proud aren't you Matthew? And so you should be!

Bryce pauses as the crowd continue to boo and XS3 looks on. Suddenly, Bryce's smirk disappears as he begins to speak again.

Bryce: Oh, wait, sorry - I must have been thinking of someone else. See, what you did there, that wasn't impressive Matthew, no - that what was the bare minimum you had to save yourself from any further embarrassment. Hell, you should feel embarrassed to even have to of had to step into the ring with those two. Then again Matthew, that's the story of your entire career, isn't it? Start off with no talent, add a bit embarrassment, a sprinkling of betrayal, a pinch of patheticness and yet more embarrassment and you have the recipe of Matthew's career!

Bryce pauses to smirk again.

Bryce: Or disaster as the case may be!

The crowd all react angrily to Bryce's jibes, you can sense the anger rising within XS3 again as he stares at the alphatron with a look of intent. The crowd continue to hound Bryce with boos as he speaks again.

Bryce: Now, I'm sure you're wondering what I want, aren't you Matthew? Let's be honest, this never was going to be a social visit was it. See, Matthew to be frank, I don't want anything to do with you. Absolutely freakin' nothing! But, still you keep going on...and on...and on about how Bryce is the coward, about how Bryce is always running...well you know what, Matthew?! Think what you want, because I don't care anymore - quite frankly, if I have to come within 50 yards of you again it will be too soon!

The camera begins to zoom out to a full body shot of Bryce as he removes his hoody to reveal a white tank top before continuing.

Bryce: No, Matthew, just look at me...

Bryce flexes his biceps as he shows the veins bulging within his arms.

Bryce: ...not only am I the most naturally athletic human being to grace this industry...

Bryce flicks his hair as he smirks slightly.

Bryce: ...I'm also the most talented. So, for me-

As Bryce continues to boast on the alphatron and keep XS3 as well as the crowd occupied one of the cameras at ringside changes it attention to the far side of the arena. A black shadow can be seen making its way through the crowd until it reaches the barricade...

Bryce: -face it, Matthew, you can't begin to compare to me!-

As the camera returns to the barricade the black shadow can be seen making it's way OVER the barricade! As the camera focuses in closer it becomes clear - this "shadow" is a person attired in a black hoody with the hood over their head and dark blue jeans...as well as having a steel cheer clasped in their right hand! The person slowly approaches the ring quietly, panther-like as the ringside seated fans shout for XS3. However, XS3 is too engrossed with watching Bryce on the alphatron to turn around to see what the commotion going on behind him is all about!

As the person reaches the ring they roll under the bottom rope and slowly get to their feet. XS3 is still completely oblivious to it all as the person at the opposite of the ring begins to relax, lowering their right hand which grasps the steel chair. The person's attention remains focused on XS3, although he doesn't know it yet. The crowd continue to try and warn XS3, but there is nothing they can do to detract him away from the Bryce on the alphatron. The person slowly lifts their left hand up, and grabs a hold of their hood, slowly pulling it down to reveal their identity to the world...

Oh my.

It's Bryce!

The crowd burst into disbelief at what they are seeing before them, as a grin from ear to ear appears on the face of Bryce. Bryce begins to clasp his steel chair tighter, lifting it higher in front of him as the grin on his face is replaced by a look of determination and focus. As XS3 continues to watch the pre-taped version of Bryce on the alphatron, the real Bryce standing behind him in the ring is very real, stalking his rival's every indication of movement. Finally, as the entire crowd seems to be shouting out, trying to get the attention of XS3 he begins turn around...to see Bryce standing right there. Whether it was the shock or surprise, or even both, XS3 remains rooted to the spot as Bryce leaps forward into the air - steel chair and knee first - to brutally crush XS3's jaw against his steel chair aided knees with the Californication.

As XS3 collapses forward onto the ring canvas, defenceless and more than likely out cold, Bryce stands over his fallen rival. With a sick smirk on his face he kneels down further, whispering something into the ear of XS3. Bryce takes one last look before slowly beginning to back up from XS3, to the raucous sounds of boos and other forms of abuse from the fans. As Bryce exits the ring and backs up the ramp, keeping his eye on XS3, the fans try desperately to reach over the barricade and show their disgust in Bryce's actions. The camera returns to XS3 lying motionless in the centre of the ring before slowly fading into a backstage segment.

Fade.