Thursday Night Meltdown October 30th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown October 30th 2008

ACW US Manifest Destiny Tour
Uncansville, Connecticut
Mohegan Sun Casino Arena (9,000)

Schedule of Matches:
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Dave Tyler vs. Ryan Styles

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Bryce vs. Sijweh Anguta

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The Senator vs. Kudo Yasuda

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Chairman For A Day Battle Royal[/u]

Jason Freeman
AC Evans
Lusso
Jake Steele
Thunder Train
Dan White
Scott Andrews
XS3

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[BK London]

We've got that spooky air in the arena, as normally it is around this time of the year. Halloween is approaching within a few hours, and everyone seems to be in the festive mood. Well almost everyone...

[BK London]

Segment: Will he stay or will ego? (Credit: BK London/Jake Cheng)

Before all the glitz and the glamor of the pyro display and the introduction to exactly where the hell we've landed in the United States tonight, Meltdown opens with a shot of the face of Jake Cheng. Nothing more than the head of Jake Cheng fills up the camera shot, he still has a few bruises from his Falls Count Anywhere match with Scott Andrews - but he's ok nonetheless. Suddenly, stepping his rather large head in the shot is none other than the OCW Champion - BK London.

This gets quite the amount of heat from the fans, as they can't stand that once again BK London has managed to edge it out against a challenger to once again retain his World Title belt. But BK London doesn't look to be basking in the dismay of all the fans like he usually does, oh no - he's got one thing on his mind, and that's the future of Jake Cheng.

BK London: Last Saturday at Samhain Jake, you - you of all people. My tag team partner, my best friend - the godfather to my children - YOU of all people put your hands on me. Do you even know what you could've done to me before my match? Do you even KNOW what physical damage you could've done?

Jake Cheng: ...yeah BK, I’m pretty sure I knew what I could have done.

BK London chuckles to himself.

BK London: ...and you're just cool with it right? It doesn't matter to you. It doesn't matter to you that the head of your stable, the only man in this stable who holds a championship, could've lost it at Samhain. It doesn't bother you at all?

Jake Cheng: Not particularly.

Pause

Jake Cheng: And, you know, the last time I checked, no one asked for you to be the leader of OCW. Yet, you want to go ahead and just assume this position because you have the World Title. Actually, it has nothing to do with your World Title, you just love being in charge. Well what makes you think that Stark, McKaye, or I, aren't as qualified to be champs as you are?

The camera pulls out, and BK London is standing face to face with Jake Cheng while the other members of OCW - along with Kirsten Carter - are just watching in the background. They've had enough of this battle between these two, and are just hoping the two can get it out of their system with this battle of words.

BK London: So that's it huh? You're jealous. You're jealous that you're not the leader, and not champion as I am.

Jake Cheng: You don't even get it, do you? You asked me to change my ways to become more serious in the ring, to become a more serious competitor. You asked me to get a mean streak, and I have. Sure, in the ring it hasn't exactly turned out the way I wanted it to a few times, but I'm still getting used to this whole persona that you are forcing on me. I've laid out person after person and done everything you said, yet you still treat me like bullshit. Hell, I fucking tortured a man, because I thought it was right.

Jake Cheng: And the worst part is that you still treat me as if I'm the rookie and midcarder that stepped into ACW four and a half years ago. Did you hear that, four and a half years. You have yet to pull your head out of your own ass long enough to take a look at the man you see before you, and recognize that I am strong - and I can be a threat. I've won the same titles you've won, and beaten the same opponents you have, but you can't see that - can you? You know what, fuck this. Kirsten, let's go.

Jake Cheng steps away from this staredown and grabs Kirsten by her hand before making his way out of the locker room. However, BK London has some choice words for him before he decides to leave.

BK London: Wait a second Jake! You step through that door, you don't step back inside this locker room! You step out that door, you're...you’re....you’re OUT of OCW for good!

These words strike Russo the most out of anyone in the room, and he finally decides to step between these two.

Stephan Russo: Whoa whoa whoa. What?

BK London: You heard me.

Stephan Russo: Yes, I heard you - and since I founded this group just as you did, I'm overriding your decision. BK, you know EXACTLY what we have planned for OCW this month and you know we need all the firepower we have. We can't just drop a member, especially a valued member, such as Jake just like that. Now, I suggest you two solve your problems with one another, and I'm giving you a week to do so. Next week on Meltdown, Jake - you will get your chance to prove to BK London exactly what type of competitor you are in a match. BK London versus Jake Cheng.

Jake Cheng: Fine with me.

BK London: Same here.

Stephan Russo: Now, Stark, McKaye, and you two - do we need to go over the plans for tonight?

BK London: I don't think so, it's pretty straight forward.

Stephan Russo: Good. Tonight, we change history.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: The Survivor (Credit: Freeman)

The Alphatron jumps to life in the arena, and the fans look to see what video is going to be shown to them. Judging from the start, it seems to be a video showing something that went down at Samhain. Some of the cheaper fans in the audience haven’t seen Samhain, and so are excited to get to see a clip from it. Maybe they’ll even see the end of one of the main events! What ends up coming up on the screen, is Jason Freeman vs Dan White. It shows clips from the match, with both Dan and Freeman getting some serious offense in, as the video package continues, but then it gets near the end. Dan lifts Freeman up for the stunt bomb, while the ref is recovering on the ground, and like a flash, Freeman nails Dan in the head with a lead pipe. Dan drops Freeman to the ground, and Freeman gets the rollup, and it goes to the pin…1….2….3.

The screen pauses for a second, and then once again, it goes back, and AGAIN shows the ending of the match. Pipe shot. Rollup. 1…2…3. And then the screen fades to black, as the arena lights turn off…everything is pitch black, and a loud booming voice hits the arena. The voice of Phillip, a sound clip from last night

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER, JASON FREEMAN!!!!!!!!!”

Silence…and then….suddenly, the lights turn on, and the fans for a second have to adjust to the light. When they do, they realize that Jason Freeman is sitting in a chair in the middle of the ring. He has his Fallout Television Championship on his right shoulder, and in his left hand, he is holding a lead pipe. The fans begin to boo him, and when he hears that, he looks up, seeming strangely unperturbed by this. He holds the mic to his face before speaking, and when he finally does say something it is slowly and quietly, to the point where it is barely audible.

Freeman: You are going to learn to show me some respect. I am not…going…to raise my voice…for you. Settle down, please, and I will continue.

The fans boo louder in clear rebellion to Freeman’s demand, as Freeman sits in his chair…he shrugs…and listens, showing no expression on his face, and merely waiting. He doesn’t have to put up with them. He doesn’t need to take their disrespect. He isn’t going to talk over them. He defeated Dan White. It’s time they realized what he was truly capable of. He raises the mic to his mouth slowly, but when the boos continue, he holds it there, not saying anything. When he finally speaks, it’s in that same low, slow, tone.

Freeman: I can sit here…all…night. I do not…need---

louder booooos

Freeman:---to put up…with this…

And once again, he puts the mic down on his lap, looking out into the crowd…no expression. He puts his elbow on his leg, and rests his chin on his fist. 30 seconds pass by, and still…no motion….The fans instead of getting quieter, get louder…some of the louder fans attempting to start “Freeman sucks” chants. Calmly, Freeman ignores this…he shows no sign of any impatience or annoyance…he seems completely peaceful. He has nowhere to be…After a minute goes by, the fans are getting REALLY annoyed, they don’t want to sit through this, but not once do they think of giving into his demands. Up comes the mic once more.

Freeman: We’ve got a great card tonight, but we're not going to get to the other matches…until I have said my piece. And you…are going to have to show the respect that I demand.

More boos…but this time, Freeman seems quieted for good….a minute has passed by, and the fans are getting tired of booing him, and are bored of watching Freeman sit in a chair, looking at his watch before sitting back and waiting. Two minutes have gone by…three minutes…Freeman has not uttered a word…and finally…reluctantly…defeated, the fans begin to settle down. They had suspected that something would happen, somebody would stop him, and shut him up, but it seems that he is really going to wait…and the fans have no choice…they want the show to go on…and after a couple of fans continue to yell things out, the arena goes quiet…and Freeman grins, satisfied, before talking softly into the mic.

Freeman: Thank you. Now, on Saturday as you saw. I did what I said I would. I, Jason Freeman, defeated Dan White.

The fans are about to boo again, but Freeman holds up one finger. He resists a grin at the comical reaction. The fans grumble, with the attitude of a child being sent to his room, before going silent again.

Freeman: I defeated him 1…2…3, just as I promised. I’ll admit, it was a hard fight. I thought he had me for a little bit. Just a little bit. However, he didn’t. And do you know why? Because I wanted it. I was determined, and I wasn’t going to let him win. No matter what he threw at me, I kicked out. I kept fighting. I kept STANDING. No matter how little energy I had, no matter how GREAT the pain I was in, Jason Freeman continued to stand, he continued to fight, he continued to wrestle. And…he…won!

The fans of course know that this was because he cheated, using a lead pipe to the head. Freeman holds up the lead pipe he is holding, and the fans boo again, and this time, Freeman doesn’t say anything about it.

Freeman: ...with this very pipe here. You know, some people have said some very nasty things to me...

The sarcasm in his voice is not hidden at all, and despite his relatively serious demeanor over the last month, he can’t help but pop a smirk onto his face…he still hasn’t come off of the emotional high that he experienced when he was announced the victor.

Freeman: I’ve heard that I “Cheated”. I didn’t deserve my victory, because I “cheated”. I would love to know how people can be so naïve. Let me tell you something. I said before that life is survival of the fittest. I’ve said that you should do whatever it takes to get what you want. The people who succeed in this world, are the survivors. The ones who just don’t go down, because they’ll do whatever they have to do to prevent it. The people who survive no matter the situation. I AM one of those people. JASON FREEMAN never goes down, and I did what I had to do to ensure victory. I won because I was willing to go the extra mile. I was willing to compromise my integrity, and no that is not cheating.

He shakes his head at the ignorance of the fans…

Freeman: I am not a cheater. I am a survivor. And I think it’s pretty symbolic, because do you know what’s funny? This is the exact same pipe that I used to knock out Dan White one month ago.

Ah, the fond memories. Freeman thinks to himself about how this all started…but it isn’t too wise to dwell on the past. It’s all about the future. As pleasant as it may be, he doesn’t have the time to reminisce on past memories. It’s over. He defeated Dan, and after tonight, he has to stop thinking about Dan, and pick his next step.

Freeman: That’s over now, though. Dan was merely a way for me to get my name out there, and prove myself. Since I did that, it is no longer a concern. The real question is, what’s next for Jason Freeman?

He thinks…quite clearly he hasn’t yet made up his mind himself. As much as he hates to admit it, he couldn’t HELP dwell on Dan. Every day, he’s just been reliving it, thinking about it…watching the tapes. As much as he tries to separate himself from emotions that may drag him down, this one was unavoidable…and now he just doesn’t know what his next step is. He hadn’t planned ahead, something he regrets.

Freeman: Well…to be quite honest with you, as of yet, I have not decided that myself. It is very possible I may try to keep my name up there…and establish myself a little further. There are a number of likely candidates backstage for me to set my eye upon. A number of superstars who I think I’d like to get in the ring. And of course, there’s this matter. The International Championship

…Ever since his encounter with Steele, it’s been on his mind….

Freeman: I’ve been thinking of it as of late. Obviously I cannot just jump into a title contention. I acknowledge the fact, but I’d like to throw my name out there. Jake Steele, when I decide I want your title, as I told you, I will get it. That won’t be this month. Maybe not next. But the time will come. And that goes for whoever may take his title from him as well.

He stops and thinks for a second

Freeman: And while I said I would wait a little bit…if I happened tonight…to…become the chairman for a day, I may just rush my plans forward a little bit. We may just have a little title match. I don’t see any reason why I can’t book myself.

The fans boo, not seeing him as deserving of a title shot, but he no longer has time to deal with them, and does not wait for them to stop.

Freeman: And of course, I will continue to defend this Television title against Fallout punks until they have to take it away from me when they realize that there ISNT anybody who can POSSIBLY beat me.

Freeman pats the title on his shoulder. So far he has already defended it one time, and he has every intention of defending it again and again. If he had to go through their whole roster twice, he would.

Freeman: I’ve beaten Dan, and I’ll continue to beat whoever the hell I want to, until I believe that I have finally reached the spot I deserve. So to you people in the back, I may just target you next. I'm sure you're not very worried...but...believe me. You will be.

"Ugly" by The Exies hits the speakers, and Freeman leaves the ring, and begins to walk up the ramp. Obviously he thinks that he's finished with Dan, but Dan may not agree with that. Freeman's win to him may have been a testament to his survival skill, and may be completely valid, but Dan doesn't see it that way for sure. As for now, though, Freeman is ready to prepare for the battle royal tonight. He dissapears behind the curtains, as the camera fades to the next segment.

[BK London]

Segment: Want Want Want. Me Me Me. (Credit: Dan White)

The segment opens up, and there are a number of bodies bustling about. We're just outside Chairman Gingerdude's office, and about four security guards hold back an irate Dan White, who clearly is less than happy at his defeat at Samhain, and the manner of which it came to.

Dan: GIVE ME A REMATCH WITH FREEMAN!

He struggles to get near the door, and with the strength of the security team, it's apparent that he's been harassing Gingerdude for some time. The guards bussle him backwards, but Dan stands his ground and tries to fight through them, to no avail.

Dan: I didn't want this match! And now that little scrote has nicked a win off me that he didn't deserve! I WANT A REMATCH!

Again, blank reply from the Co-Chairman's door, as the security guards proceed to remove Dan from the premises.

Security Guard: Alright sunshine, off to bed with you.

Dan: OI! GIVE ME ONE MINUTE TO EXPLAIN! GINGER. GINGER? GIIIIIIINGEEEEEEERRR!!!

Dan's efforts are greeted with rewards. The door unlocks, and the security guards halt as they look back. The Co-Chairman pops his head round the door, looking rather flustered and disorganised, and addresses to Dan.

Gingerdude: Listen, Dan. I'm extremely busy at the minute. Can this wait? I promise we'll talk soon. How about Monday, is that good? I understand your situation but I'm busy as it is. The tour, the Chairman of the Day Battle Royale...it's all getting very hectic here.

Dan looks at Gingerdude, and accepts his proposal.

Dan: Alright, fine. But next Monday, yeah? First in the queue.

Gingerdude: Yeah, er sure. So I'll talk to you Monday.

Woman's Voice: Who's that, Jonny?

Gingerdude (to inside): Oh, er, nobody. Just give me a second.

Awkward look on Dan's face.

Gingerdude: Alright, so Monday, yeah?

Dan: Um, gotcha.

Gingerdude: Right.

Ginger hurriedly closes the door. The security guards shrug their shoulders, and leave the area. Dan goes in the opposite direction, round the corner, and the camera fades....

...Or not. Dan grabs something off-camera, hiding it behind his back. He slinks back over to the Co-Chairman's door, knocking on it with a rat-a-tat-tat.

Gingerdude: ....Hello? What now?

Dan (in a squeeky voice): Delivery for Mr. Gingerdude. It's urgent.

Gingerdude: Ugh, fine! I'm coming.

Hesitantly, and with the annoying groan of his mistress (not in that groaning way!), Ginger hastily makes his way to the door. Opening it, he's less than happy to see Dan at the other side of the door.

Gingerdude: What the-didn't I tell you I'll deal with you next Monday?!

Dan:

Gingerdude: ...Dan, why are you smiling like that?

Dan brandishes the object from behind him: a megaphone. He flicks a switch, and puts it up to his mouth, bellowing right in Ginger's face.

Dan: WELL MR. GINGERDUDE. IT IS AGAINST COMPANY POLICY TO HAVE “RELATIONS” DURING SHOW TIME. I BELIEVE I WAS SUSPENDED FOR DOING THIS AND THEREFORE IT IS NOT FAIR FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME. ONE RULE FOR ONE, AND ONE RULE FOR THE OTHERS RIGHT? I'LL TAKE MY REMATCH WITH FREEMAN AT HELLOGOODBYE.

Ginger's ears have almost burst, and his face is even whiter than normal. Clearly in a state of shock, he staggers back a couple of steps, and before falling, manages to say one thing.

Gingerdude: Se-se-security!!

Dan: Ooooh crap.

Dan makes a run for it, and seconds later the same four burly security guards rush past the scene. Ginger falls back into his room, and there'll be sure to be no more “relations” going on.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Senatorial Stable, Reborn
(Credit: The Senatorial Stable: Jay Zero, AC Evans, Senator)

As the show returns from the break, Jay Zero is seen standing in the ring, alone. Wearing dark blue jeans and his fur coat as normal, he stares out into the crowd with half of a smile on his face. However, as he pulls the microphone that lies in his hand up to his lips, he signifies that this state of affairs will not last long, as he gazes out towards the entrance, looking to speak.

Zero: Ladies and gentlemen! Please! Allow me to re-introduce to you ...

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"Hail to the Chief" plays over the PA system...

Zero: The SENATORIAL STABLE!

As the dignified strains of "Hail" are heard in the arena, Senator Steve Phillips, AC Evans, and the Capitalists, Kevin Fitsharris, and Anthony Kalb, all make their way down to the ring, Phillips looking as proud as he ever has in his lengthy career, Evans looking out onto the crowd, and the Capitalists both pleased back to be in an ACW ring.

The Senator: Well, well, well...it most certainly is good to be back in the driver's seat again! Mr. Zero, when Alpha Championship Wrestling looks back, and wonders who is to blame for the Senatorial Stable reforming and once again conquering the wrestling world, they will have you, firmly in their crosshairs. For it was Jay Zero who took the initiative, who called me up, who would not take no for an answer when he told me that he wanted the Stable to return. Indeed, it was a case I could not refuse, not in these times, not with OCW trying to destroy all we hold dear to our hearts in this fine federation.

Zero: Yes! What you hear is true, and allow me to simply be frank with you all for a second! I only did what HAD to be done! Senator, just like you said, with OCW breathing down our necks here in ACW, looking to take what from us what great men like yourself have helped build up, something had to be done! Something that will reinforce the fact that even within times where it seems like everybody is just looking out for themselves, willing to do nearly anything just to sneak on by and last another day in this company -- there's still some good left within us! There is still hope to come! And Henry McKaye, let me tell you this -- you really did a number on me this past Saturday. Honestly. I'll give you that! You put through a table, and then you nearly shattered my lungs! Because of you, I now am the proud owner of some lovely bandages around my ribs, so for that, I thank you!

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Zero opens up his robe, showing beneath it his World Tag Team Championship Gold - and behind that, medical tape wrapped around his stomach and ribs.

Zero: But Henry, that didn't stop me from being here tonight at the Mohegan Sun!

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Zero receives a cheap pop from the lively crowd here in Connecticut.

Zero: Henry, you can knock a champion down, but you can never knock a champion out! So as long as I'm still standing Henry - you and OCW... heh. You and OCW better watch your goddamn mouths and think twice with every step that you take! Because sooner or later, I'll be there. Y'know who else? This man - The Senator! AND sooner or later when that time comes, this man standing right beside me that goes by the name of AC Evans will be there as well to get his rightful revenge which will make you soon regret that lone decision that will come back to bite you straight in the asses! Soon enough OCW - with the Senatorial Stable back and stronger than ever... you're through!

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The crowd cheers as Jay Zero gets a bit heated up in his speech towards OCW. Within there though, I'm sure a welcome was instore for AC Evans, the newest member and strong ally of the group. Now with the focus being shifted over, Senator takes the lead role.

Senator: Now then, Mr. Evans, I must formally welcome you to the Senatorial Stable! You have always shown promise to prove yourself as an elite member of the ACW roster, and I believe that now, more than ever before, you have all the tools, all the talent, and the experience to elevate yourself into a top level position! Of course, as with Mr. Zero, I must remind you that your induction into the Stable also comes with the complimentary fine suit...and looking at you here, I think you could use it...

A.C. EVANS: Questions have been running rampant on why I've joined the Senatorial Stable. I'm merely here to end OCW. I'm not here to push myself about Jay Zero or Senator and put the spot light on myself, similar to BK London. I claimed I was working alone in destroying OCW, however..the Senatorial Stable's hate for OCW is equal to mine. The enemy of my enemy is my best friend, so to speak. OCW needs to be stopped and will be. They thought they could kick me, kick us all to the curb, and I'm going to prove them wrong, dead wrong.[/b][/color]

Anthony Kalb: You know, Fitsy and I haven't been around here for a while, but now that the Stable's back in business, we'll be back here in ACW...or elsewhere, so I'm putting you all on notice!

Senator: Indeed. That said, I think it is due time that the Senatorial Stable once again leaves its mark on the ACW landscape, and as I see you all, I see a young, hungry, potentially dominant group of wrestlers, all well due your honors, all you must do now, is to go out there, and claim them, and that, my friends...

Kevin Fitsharris: Is nothing...

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

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Respect for the Dead
Credit: Wayde Russeller

The Alphatron kicks on and we are in a funeral home. The room has a coffin with a picture of Mr. Red next to it. On the bottom of the picture it say "R.I.P-Friend, Husband, Champion". The attendance is three people, Wayde Russeller, Sly Fox, and Diamond Fox. Wayde Russeller has on jeans and black boots. He is wearing a black and white striped dress shirt, his black cowboy hat, and a belt with bull horns on it. Sly is wearing and expensive looking black and gray suit and Diamond is wearing a short, tight black dress the shows her cleavage and ass in an excellent view. Wayde gets up to the podium to talk.

Wayde: We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a well known man. The man known as, Mr. Red. You know in life, we all have that one person who you are meant to due battle with. Some one who is the mirror opposite to you. I found that in Mr. Red. He was indeed my opposite.

Wayde bows his head and rubs his eyes. He looks back up and resume his speech.

Wayde: I am the greatest wrestler in the world, and he was the worst. I am the most charismatic man in all of entertainment, he was as charismatic as a rock. I AM a champion, he died a loser. The one thing I have noticed however, is that in he death, a lot of lies have been spread about Red, and tonight, I will correct those lies.

Wayde walks over by the coffin and grabs the picture. He stares at it for a minute and picks it up. Out of no where he turns and smashes the frame and takes out the actual picture.

Wayde: Lets start with lie number one. This picture says friends, I'd like all that were friends with Red to stand up now.

Sly and Diamond look around and neither stand. Wayde looks around as if there are more people in the room.

Wayde: Nobody? See, lie number one. Red has no friends. He never did, and now, never will have any.

He takes a red marker out of his pocket and puts a huge X through the word "Friend"

Wayde: What else do we have here? Oh, this one is good, it says "Husband". Now, TECHNICALLY could say he was a husband. However I will put that in the lie category. I mean, he knocked up another ho, she killed him, that's not a marriage its a bad horror movie.

He takes the same marker and puts an X through "Husband"

Wayde: The last one on here is the biggest lie of them all. It says, "Champion". Really? A champion? Of what? Because last I checked I was the champion. Last I check, Red lost his belt to me. When they look back on Reds career, when the DVD box set of his life is released, they can add, edit, or delete what ever they want but the one thing they will HAVE to include is, me. Because I was the last man he fought, I was the last man he COULD NOT BEAT, I was the last man to see him alive. Mr. Red was a champion of mediocre at best.

Wayde takes that marker again and makes a big X on top of "Champion". He looks over the sign with a smile

Wayde: There, now ALL the lies are off this memorial. How about we add the real facts of Mr. Red to this. Diamond will you do the honors?

Diamond steps up and in black marker, writes three words. She holds it up so everyone can read. The picture now reads "Lonely, whore, loser"

Wayde: This is the way this man should be remembered. And with any luck, his slut wife will wind up in the same place. Now, let us end this ceremony with the respect that Mr. Red deserves. Sly?

Wayde Russeller and Diamond Fox stand arm in arm by the casket as Sly approaches. He throws open the top of the casket to reveal all magazine clippings, pictures, and videos of Mr. Red's career. Sly grabs some lighter fluid that is next to the coffin and pours it in. He then strikes a match and throws it inside, immediately setting the coffins contents a blaze. Wayde takes one more look at the picture he created before throwing it on top of the rest.

Wayde: See you in hell

They three of them stand and watch the fire as the camera zooms into the one picture on top. It stays there for a little as a flame comes from underneath and burns a hole right through Red's face...

Fade

[BK London]

Segment: Gone Shopping
Credit: Dave Tyler & Special Guest

As the camera fades back in after the previous break in the show, it shows an unusual scene for a wrestling show. The camera slowly pans round a Wal-Mart market, as people go about their daily routines of shopping for food. The words “Earlier Today” flash up in the bottom corner of the screen, as the camera cuts to show kids running up and down one of the aisles. Giddy 10 year olds look up at the shelves of sweets, all set up nicely, arranged for the Halloween candy rush.

One tries to call his parents over to help them get some of the higher sweets, but they are too far away to hear him. Valiantly, he reaches up, starting to try and scale the wall of sweets, getting ever closer. However, just as it comes within his grasp, one of the shelves starts to give way; the kid lets out a yelp as he falls back, plummeting towards the ground. He closes his eyes, ready to hit the ground hard….

The kid opens his eyes, and looks round, feeling himself. He is horizontal but not on the ground. He stares up to see he has landed in the arms of a kind stranger, who has saved him from quite a bump. The man flips him back to a vertical position and stands him on the ground. The kid smiles and looks up at him.

Kid: Wow, thanks mister! That could have hurt.

Man: No problem. But, perhaps you should be a bit more careful next time. A fall like that can do your back in.

The man reaches behind and puts a fist to the base of his spine, as if feeling the after effects of a fall himself. He stretches and pats the kid on the head. He reaches up to the top shelve, and grabs the bag of candy the kid was trying to reach. He takes it down and hands it to the kid.

Man: Here you go.

Kid: Thanks! Say, don’t I know you?

Man: Maybe? Watch ACW?

Kid: Yeah?

Man: Then maybe you saw me at the PPV last weekend?

Kid: …

Man: Let me make it easy for you kid. The name…is Dave Tyler. The Candyman.

Kid: You were that guy who got creamed in the Entertainment title match! Wayde sure beat you good, didn’t he?

Dave Tyler: …

Kid: …

Dave Tyler: Run along now, ok.

Dave gives the kid a dirty look as the kid bows his head. Before he gets the chance to run off though, Dave puts his hand on his shoulder and stops him. The kid looks up, as Dave smiles at him and ruffles his hair, before letting him run off. The kid darts off, bag of candy in hand, laughing and calling for his mother. Dave Tyler looks after him for a few moments, before turning his attention to the camera.

Dave Tyler: Ok, so perhaps he’s right. Perhaps I did get my ass kind of handed to me in my debut match. But let’s not forget that it took two men to keep me down for the three count. Wayde, I apologise. Cause in all my haste and excitement, I did something which I called people up on as I built for my arrival. I underestimated you. Which was stupid, yes, but not a mistake that I shall make again in a hurry. We’ll meet again. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow. Hell, it could be quite a while. But next time I’ll be ready for your partner, and the result could be very different.

Dave keeps looking at the camera, as he starts walking over to the shelve again. He grabs two bags of sweets and takes them down, before heading over to his right, to a trolley. He throws the bags in; it adds to a pile of other sweets and goodies that he has already gathered. Bags of bars and various assortments of other sugary items. He walks to the front of the cart and rests on the handlebars, as he starts to push along the aisle, the camera moving backwards in front of him.

Dave Tyler: In the mean time, we can now move on to more important things. And whats more important than the biggest holiday of the year? Nothing. Tomorrow night is Halloween, one of the most magical nights of the year. And not because of the witches and vampires and all the other monsters. No. Because, for one night of the year, all sense of logic goes out the window, and it becomes perfectly acceptable to eat untold amounts of candy! As you’ve probably guessed by now, I adore candy. It’s not just a name based around my sugary charisma or my delicious good looks. I genuinely love candy.

And I want kids to know that when they come to my house on Halloween night, trick or treating, then they can expect The Candyman to live up to his name! This Halloween, Dave Tyler vows to make everyone happy. And that includes the fans. See, I’ve already been booked into a match tonight against long time ACW vetern Ryan Styles, and I promise to wow you when that match comes. But someone else saw the potential for fun, when they booked me against a namesake of sorts. I go against another Candyman tomorrow night on Fallout. A Halloween special match, between the Candymen. And I promise to show each and every fan why your mouths show salivates when you hear my name being announced. Why you should always await my matches with an eager anticipation.

Because that? That will be sweet! Happy Halloween everyone.

Dave winks and smiles for the camera, before pushing his shopping cart past the camera man. However, rather than fading to black, the camera cuts to the far end of another aisle….

At the far end of the aisle, another man stands, flicking through the various pharmaceuticals on the shelves and dropping them to the floor in disgust. He stands about 6ft tall, maybe slightly more, a well-proportioned build, with a scruffy mop of hair and a scragged, unshaven look. He wears a stethoscope dangled around his neck and a long, white overcoat on top of a smart pair of trousers and a shirt. You've guessed it, this hunk of human perfection is none other than ACW's latest acquisition....The Doctor!

The Doctor rifles through the various boxes of painkillers and other tablets, chucking the ones he doesn't need haphazardly over his shoulder and on to the ground beneath him. He continues on for a few seconds before he feels a slight tug at his shoulder. The Doctor turns around but nobody is to be seen, he pauses for a few seconds before shrugging and continuing to go through the tablets....a few seconds later there's another tug at his shoulder, only this time it's accompanied by an annoying little voice....as annoying as overgrown fingernails being dragged slowly down a recently cleaned chalkboard....

Kid: Hey mista!

The Doctor gazes down and is almost taken a back by the hideousness of what he sees. In the midst of a holiday dedicated to shocking costumes and behaviour, perhaps you would think that the mere sight of an overweight, smelly, runny-nosed little rugrat would be the least of your concerns, but when you consider just how much candy this kid must have eaten to get that fat, then you soon realise just why The Doctor was taken aback!

The Doctor replies sharply...

The Doctor: What?

Kid: Twick or Tweat?

The Doctor: ...

Kid: Twick or Tweat! You gotta give me some candy now!

The Doctor is almost completely shaken, taken aback with the disbelief that this tubby, cakeloving kid is barking orders at him!

The Doctor: I gotta...I gotta...what?

Kid: You wearing a costume, I said twick or tweat...you gotta gimme some candy now!

The Doctor crouches down besides the kid and places his hand on his shoulder, the kid squirms a little but The Doctor firms his grip and yanks the kid closer so that the two are now almost nose-to-nose, he talks quietly, almost whispering, but with a stern, unwavering tone to his voice.

The Doctor: Listen....Chubby chops....THIS, is not a costume....I'm a Doctor....you no doubt know what a Doctor is as you're probably riddled with all kinds of diseases and infections...look at you, the pure embodiment of every imperfection in the human anatomy...the bellowing waist line, the leaking mucus from your nasal passage...the stench of your own body odour and not to mention how God-damned ugly you are...I reccommend you lay off the candy for a little while and maybe as a cure to your imperfections...you can go take a little plunge off a very high bridge, okay? Doctor's orders.

The Doctor pats the kid gently on the shoulder before standing up and turning back to the shelves, the kid turns and runs off as fast as his chubby little legs will take him, lungs wailing and tears flowing from his eyes as he does so. The kid turns the corner and bumps straight into The Candyman once more.

Dave Tyler: Hey kid, what's wrong? Didn't I tell you to be careful when climbing up on those shelves?

Kid: *sniff* This...man.... *sniff* ....he was....mean....*sniff*

Dave Tyler: What? What man?

The kid leads Dave back around the aisle and points to The Doctor who's busy still rifling through the various pharmaceutcial products on the shelves.

Kid: That man!

The kid points at The Doctor, who in true evil genius fashion, turns to face him and unleashes an award winning, evil genius smile. Dave grimaces at The Doctor, the two of them meeting each other in a heated, fixated gaze as the camera finally fades to black...

(OOC: Credit to The Doctor)

[BK London]

Segment: American Made goes… Canadian? (Credit: XS3/TK)

In the back, we cut to XS3, pacing back and forth down the halls and still in a bad mood from his segment earlier on in the show. Deep down inside, it's hard to focus for his match tonight with so much going on already inside his head. Anger, deprivation, insanity, psychosis, the list goes on but for now, XS3 settles on the one emotion that's kept him alive for the better part of his career: intensity. Before he can say anything though, the sound of footsteps grows ever eminent. XS3 pauses and swiftly turns to see the one man he never thought he'd see now: American Made. A pause occurs between the two before XS3 chuckles and makes his way over to the American hero.

XS3: So. This is your new plan, eh Thunderkiss?

American Made: Maybe it would be if I were that man, but just like I’ve told everyone else, you got the wrong guy. Is there anything I can help you with?

XS3: Oh, you know, life's peachy. I've been taking care of my pregnant wife while aspiring for a title shot. I'm sure you remember Christine, now try and picture her with clothes on and not being afraid of you.

American Made does not take too kindly to this comment and he is almost inches away from XS3's face.

American Made: Why would anyone be afraid of American Made? I am the Sentinel of Liberty, after all! Get it through your head, chum! I. Am. Not. Thunderkiss.

XS3: Well, what are you then? Are you a broken shell of your former self? Do you wear a mask to shield yourself from Chairman Gingerdude because you are scared that he's going to find you out?

American Made: Hey, that’s funny you mentioned masks. If I recall, you have a collection of your own, don’t you?

XS3 chuckles before reaching out something from his back pocket. Speak of the devil; it's the mask of Exemplar. American Made's eyes go a little wide at the sight of the mask as he watches XS3 slip it on and allow his demented yet good-willed persona take over.

Exemplar: Hmm, it has been a long time. The last time you and I met, I had been pulled off of my temporary host, Ken Dante. But I have returned home to roost with Matthew. And I must say, you are not looking too bad yourself.

American Made goes to respond with a thank you but Exemplar cuts him off.

Exemplar: However, do not take that as a token of friendship. It is rather an act of respect, which I believe has yet to be fully returned to you from Matthew. He has witnessed his wife being attacked, your *ahem* flamboyant personality being released onto ACW and Danny Mainer's arm being splintered in two. So the question remains: How long will you go on with this charade? Are you willing to bleed for the sake of concealing your true identity? Are you going to wonder when your last breath will come at the hands of Mr. Gingerdude? The path you currently walk is a dangerous one so I would tread lightly if I were you.

And with that, the mask of Exemplar is then pulled off, reverting back to XS3 in the process.

XS3: Yeah. What he said. But just because I don't trust you doesn't mean we can't warm up for tonight. You. Me. Pose-off. Right now.

American Made quizzically stares at XS3, wondering if he's lost his mind or if it means something much more. Nonetheless, the American one cannot resist a pose-off so he complies. With the snap of a finger, the lights dim with a strobe light being lowered from the ceiling onto the two.

American Made: Someone living in “America’s hat” is not going to beat me at my own game!

Canadian Made: 0o0o0o0o0o0 YEAAAAAA!

Within seconds, American Made's theme hits in the background and American Made and Canadian Made are now flexing for the camera. American Made briefly turns his back to do a Hulk Hogan-style pose but the instant he turns around, XS3 delivers a wicked Shadow Step that nearly breaks his newfound foe in two. He looks down at American Made and smirks, patting the side of his mask. He then leans in and repeats the same line he gave to Thunderkiss at Best. PPV. Ever.

XS3: Nothing personal.

XS3 then gets to his feet and walks off to prepare for his match. American Made then begins to sit up and he looks down at the hallway with a glare in his eyes.

American Made: No, something “very” personal.

Fade.

[BK London]

Match 1: Dave Tyler vs. Ryan Styles (Credit: Dave Tyler)


The following match is scheduled for one fall, and has a twenty-minute time limit!

Sweet! Sugar! Candyman!

The crowd jump to their feet cheering, as red and white lights start to shine through the arena. “The Candyman” Dave Tyler walks out through the curtains, a big smile on his face. He dances and jives to himself as he makes his way down the ramp, though he looks to be doing so gingerly. He moves round the ring, as the camera cuts to show Ryan Styles standing in the ring already. As the announcer calls out his name, he raises his arms for the crowd. Tyler holds his stomach as he walks over to the announcer’s desk, and grabbing a microphone. He slides in to the ring, as he starts talking…

Dave Tyler: Ok, so it would appear I may have got a bit over eager with regards Halloween tomorrow. I…well… I ate a whole lot of candy backstage, and now I have a bit of a sore stomach.

The crowd laugh, as Tyler nods, a cheeky smile on his face. He shrugs.

Dave Tyler: Now, some wrestlers would use that as an excuse not to wrestle. But not me. Ryan, right?

Ryan points at himself and nods.

Dave Tyler: Right. You and me, were going to fight. I’m going to win, probably with some amazingly delicious move. And then…then, I’m going looking for some medicine. And that? That….

Tyler looks round, a bit worried.

Dave Tyler: That probably won’t be sweet!

Dave throws the microphone out of the ring and takes of his jacket as he and Ryan start circling the ring. The two move to the center, as Ryan uses his chest to push Tyler back, showing off the height and weight advantage. Tyler laughs, before reaching up and hitting two big punches to the head. He backs Ryan into the ropes, grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. Styles counters, sending Tyler running instead. Tyler jumps and lands on the second rope, before rebounding back and landing on Style with a Lou Thez press! He jumps back to his feet, and runs over to the ropes. He climbs out through them and stands on the apron. He holds his stomach; still looking slightly queasy, as Styles gets back to his feet.

Tyler leaps up to the top rope and lunges up and forward, connecting with a massive springboard crossbody on Styles, both men going crashing back to the mat. Tyler jumps back up again, running round the ring, trying to get the fans cheering. He stops in a corner and lies back against the turnbuckles, still holding his gut, as Styles pushes down on the mat to get up. As he turns round to face Tyler, “The Candyman” walks, jumps and connects with the “Diabetes Disaster” Jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick. Styles goes crashing back down to the mat, as Tyler rolls on top of him.

1…

2…

3!!!

Tyler jumps back up and starts celebrating as “Candyman” starts playing. He blows some kisses to the cheering fans, but only for a moment, as the queasiness from eating to much sugar kicks back in. He falls back against the ropes, and laughs, as we go to the next commercial break.

[BK London]

OTA Segment: Custom Made
Credit: RSX3

It’s thirty four degrees outside, partly cloudy and temperatures are near their lowest peak, with the wind breezing through the streets. We begin to fade in and we can hear and see that this is an airport, with a specific airplane running really loud as if it is about to lift off into the skies. A few African-American females walk by with flight attendant uniforms on as they walk by with suitcases. We pan over to the left following them and we see where the sound of that plane is coming from… it’s the RSX3 jet. A big jet, with a designed ‘R’ on the side of it and for the color there is a red and silver finish. Standing by the jet we see none other than the men of RSX3 themselves, Jake Steele; who is in a mink coat with a Russian style hat on, he‘s shivering a bit from the harsh cold and he takes a peak at the flight attendants as they walk up the steps. Thunder Train; who is wearing a very large jacket and some mittens and a scarf as he rubs his hands together and tries blowing hot air on his hands. And of course XS3; who seems to be in a normal jacket with no gloves and his hands in his pocket while Christine rests her body against him, also in a small jacket.

Steele - It’s cold as a bitch out here…[/color]

Thunder Train: The Train has ALWAYS hated the cold… Why are we standing out here anyway?

Steele - Cause these slow ass flight attendants still ain’t put all of our bags in the jet yet.[/color]

XS3: Well why can’t we just wait inside of the jet itself?

An awkward silence falls over Jake Steele as he stops to think for a moment. He clears his throat and looks over to Train.

Steele - Ayo Train… where FSX been?[/color]

Thunder Train: Hell if I know… X you seen him?

XS3: I heard he was in Korea somewhere, he couldn‘t make it to the airport.

Steele - But I thought he was our slav--[/color]

Suddenly Steele’s cellphone rings. He quickly reaches into his mink pocket and pulls it out. He looks at the name and it says “FSX”. Speak of the devil. Steele picks up the phone and begins to talk for a moment. Steele says a bunch of “uh huh, uh huh’s” and then he hangs up. He then looks up to the skies, avoding eye contact with everyone else.

Steele - ...He’s in Korea.[/color]

XS3 just has to shake his head as all four of them then get the signal and board the jet, going to sit in their respective seats. Everyone gets properly adjusted and after a few minutes pass by, the jet takes off and as we see a outer camera view the scene fades. Though it doesn’t fade out for very long as we return to the inside of the jet, where the camera is panning in a slow motion to make sure they catch what every member of RSX3 is doing. First we see XS3 and Christine cuddled up in seats next to each other, sleeping in each other’s arms. We then see Thunder Train who is also sleep but in front of him is a plate of food and some has fell onto his winter coat. Steele on the other hand is the only still awake and now that his stablemates have succumbed to The Sandman, he seems to be a bit worried about something. Before we can even see him, we hear him talking on the phone to somebody and trying to make sure of something. The camera moves to view him and he’s talking while slumped over in his seat.

Steele - I know. I know exactly what you been tellin’ me Ginga‘… but it don’t mean shit if stunts are still gonna be pulled like dat.

So it is revealed that Steele is conversing with Co-Chairman Gingerdude. Somehow we get to hear what he’s saying now as he responds to what Steele just said.

Gingerdude: Look, Steele. I know that you have some suspicions, and based off of what happened at Samhain, you have every right to. But as I said just a few minutes ago, and as I’ve been trying to tell you for the pass twenty minutes… he’s g--

Steele - He better be Ginga’. I’m not lettin’ myself fall to his antics anymore aight? I’m on top of my game, me and Train are gettin’ TV Deals. Nobody is gonna mess dat up for us. Nobody.[/color]

Gingerdude: Just make sure you and the rest of RSX3 make it to the arena in one piece, you all have a big battle royal to participate in.

Steele - We’ll be there.[/color]

Steele hangs up the phone thereafter and he leans back in his seat. Gingerdude has assured him that his worries are just that… worries. But in the back of his mind, Steele knows something is looming over not just him… but everyone in RSX3. Who knows, this is indeed the last show of the month, and it’s the ’special’ Halloween edition. Who knows, ghost may just appear tonight. Ghost that some will not want to see…

[Fade][/b]

[BK London]

Dun Dun DNA Results (Segment: Dan White)

Dan sits at home, in his penthouse apartment. It's Wednesday, a day before he's due to fly out to Connecticut, in order to be at Thursday Night Meltdown. Fucking Connecticut, what did that ever do for Dan? Anyways, he sits at his designer table, looking at all the mail that he has, and notices a letter from the local analytical labs from the hospital. Dan takes a slight gulp, and opens the letter, pulling out the piece of paper, which will no doubt hold all the answers to where his responsibility will lie. Is he a parent? Is he not? Well, Dan reads the letter, and...

Dan: Ah crap.

Dan's a father!

Dan: For fuck's sake!

He slumps back into his chair, just as James walks into the room. He notices Dan looking less than pleased, and asks why.

James: What's wrong, Dan?

No heavy speeches have to be made. It's not Dan's style, after all.

Dan: Well lad, you're my boy. That's what.

Hmm, not the most flattering way to realise how you find out who your dad is, but it wasn't much of a surprise anyways.

Dan: Well, come on. You didn't really have any suspicions, did you?

James: Nah, guess not...

Dan: 'Ey, chin up. I'll get you enrolled in a school near here. And look on the bright side, I'm fucking rich! I'm loaded! It's much better than living in the fucking dregs of Cardiff.

James: True, I guess.

James hasn't taken the news all that greatly. Maybe it's not hit him yet. Maybe he misses home.

Dan: Hey, how about we sort out your wardrobe, eh? Waistcoats, fro picks, leg warmers, shirts, custom made shoes. You'll be the shizz. I ain't having no son of mine unable to pick up women at the click of his finger.

James: Heh, thanks, I think...

Dan: No worries. Anyways, I gotta get going. You cool staying around?

James: Yeah.

Dan: Alright, later.

Dan grabs his bag, and leaves the apartment, shutting the door behind him. His phone then begins to vibrate, and he reaches into his pocket, noticing a unknown number on his phone. Regardless, he answers.

Dan: Hello?

Woman: Hi, is this Dan White?

Dan: Aye, lass, it is. Who is this? How did you get my number?

Woman: Well, my name is Jo....I was the girl you...er, 'met' in Hawaii?

Awkward pause from Dan/

Dan: ...how did you get this number?

Jo: Well, I got it through ACW customer relations.

Dan: Look lass, I know what we did was magical, and you'll probably never be fucked in that way again, but I-

Jo: I'm pregnant.

.................................

Dan: lolwut.

Fade out.

[BK London]

“The Pool’s Closed in America City!”
Credit: American Made

[White picket fences. Cleanly mowed lawns. A S.U.V. parked in every driveway. Zero unemployment. Heaven? Nope, but you are close. Welcome to AMERICA CITY. Though it is most certainly an utopia for the American dream, not all is well within it’s capitalistic walls today. On one street located deep within its massive, middle class suburbs, two youngsters are about to get a lesson on the birds and the bees.]

Little Jimmy: Hey Susie, let’s have surprise buttsecks!

American Made: This can’t be happening .... IN AMERICA!

[Shocked and appalled, American Made jumps into action.]

American Made *screaming*: YOU, CITIZEN! STOP RIGHT THERE!

Little Jimmy: American Made?!

American Made: None other!

Little Jimmy: What the heck are you doing here, sir?

American Made: Well Jimmy, I was in the neighborhood teaching youngsters the pledge of allegiance and happened stumbled upon the error of your ways!

Little Jimmy: Error of my ways? I don’t understand!

American Made: Listen, Jimmy.

[With a tender motion, Made places his hand atop Jimmy’s shoulder.]

American Made: Anal sex can be fun, but at the same time, can be very dangerous.

Little Jimmy: Dangerous, How?

American Made: Well Jimmy, sticking it in the pooper opens you up to all kinds of nasty S.T.D.’s. Do you know what S.T.D.’s are, Jimmy?

Little Jimmy: S.T.D.’s? No. What are they?

American Made: Oh dear. Jimmy, S.T.D. stands for sexual transmitted diseases. They are viruses that can get into your blood stream and really wreck your body. Believe me, you don’t want AIDS, it can kill you and even close pools!

Little Jimmy: Close pools?! Oh my!

American Made: But don’t worry, you can still enjoy the pleasures of that tight hole, Jimmy. Just make sure to use a condom! Here, have one of mine!

[In Jimmy’s hands plops a red, white and blue condom with American Made’s face painted on the reservoir. Happy to receive this memento, the little boy jumps for joy and screams out in exuberance - ]

Little Jimmy: Gee, thanks American Made!

American Made: No problem, Jimmy! Remember, knowing is HALF the battle! YO JOE!

[FADE]

[BK London]

OTA Segment: This Is Halloween (Credit: Train)

The Future: October 31st, 2008...

Ah yes, another Halloween night. When we were all kids, it was one of the greatest times ever, besides our birthday and whatever you celebrate in December. Getting tons of candy, most of which is stuff you don't like, so you trade it to your friends for other stuff. The rest of it, sits in your pantry for 6 months, as you keep telling yourself you will eat it. Oh, and you can't forget having your mom call you in "Sick" for "All the candy you ate last night." Oh yes, it is a great time. But now...as we grow older, we realize the bad about Halloween.

All our lives, adults told us, never speak to strangers or accept gifts from them, yet they send us off for one NIGHT to go around the neighborhood, door to door, asking strangers for candy. What the hell. Here on ACW island though, we have never had a Halloween with Thunder Train before. You see, kids have been spreading rumors about a man that when you ASK for candy, he TAKES your candy. Of course, 3 kids don't believe this and head off to his house anyway. Lets join the story of 3 kids, Tommy, Jimmy and Mary, as they take on the legend and try and prove it false.

Three children step up in front of a house. Each standing in a costume with a Trick Or Treat bag in their hands. One of them is shaking as the other two stand there and look onto a house. But not any house, a house with no lights on and a scary looking tree in the front yard, taunting them to come closer. Suddenly, the shivering kid speaks up, he is wearing a ghost costume.

Kid 1: G-g-g-g-g-guys....I d-d-d-d-d-don't think this is a good idea.....

The second kid turns to him, wearing a Frankenstein outfit.

Kid 2: Shut up Jimmy, this is the house everyone was talking about at school. This is where the Thunder Monster lives. Now, you need to man up and go up there. I wanna win those Pokemon cards.

The third kid, dressed as a princess (So its Dan White, OH SHIT!) turns to the second.

Kid 3: Aww, don't be so hard on him Tommy. I'm sorta kinda like a scared myself-a. I don't wanna be eaten alive! I have too much to live for!

Tommy: I'm telling you guys, there is NOTHING in there! It's just an empty house.

Jimmy: I-I-I-I-I-If you think that, w-w-w-w-why don't you go in there???

Mary: Exactly! You go up there and like, ring the door bell-a.

Tommy looks to his left, hiding his expression of fear. He tries to muster up some bravery and go up to the door.

Tommy: F-fine. I ain't afraid of nothing!

Jimmy: So you are afraid of something?

Tommy: No...It's not a double negative.

Mary: .999 repeating equals 1!

Jimmy:

Tommy:

Tommy begins to walk up to the house, slowly of course. He feels as if he hears screams and chains rattling. The sidewalk begins to crack as he reaches the porch, and Tommy feels as if there are eyes from underneath..watching his every step...measuring him up. Tommy reaches the front of the house and turns around. Jimmy and Mary are still there and they wave to him. Tommy takes a deep breath then rings the doorbell.

*Ding Dong*

Nothing...

*Ding Dong*

Nothing again...Tommy begins to feel more confident that there is nothing in there. He lets out a sigh of relief and smirks. He turns around and waves back at his friends when he hears...

WHO'S THAT ON MY PORCH?

Tommy jumps up and begins to try and run away, but it's too late. The front door opens and out walks a massive man...Thunder Train. The way the light and darkness mix on Train makes him seem like an even bigger monster. Tommy screams as do his friends. Train grabs the back of Tommy's shirt and lifts him up. Tommy kicks and yells but can't escape. His pals run up and try to free him but to no avail.

Mary: Let him go!

Jimmy: Yeah! Let go of him you big jerk!

Train eventually drops the kid and on turns a light. The children are blinded at first, but when their eyes adjust they see that Train isn't as bad as they thought.

Train: What are you kids doing here?

Tommy: We just wanted to see if the legend was true

Train: What legend?

Jimmy: That an evil monster lives here.

Mary: Yeah, and he eats little kids and takes their candy.

Train: Why would little kids have candy?

Jimmy: Well...tonight is Halloween. Don't you know?

Train: What? Tonight is Halloween?...I WISH SOMEONE WOULD HAVE TOLD ME! I need to go Trick Or Treating!

Just then a black cat walks by, Train picks it up and eats it. He then looks at the kids.

Train: Look kids I just got some puss- Oh right, you are kids...Anyway, I don't need a costume, let's just go.

The kids think this guy wants to rape him as he just leaves the house and follows the kids. Train has an excited expression on his face as they walk down the street. They continue for about a half mile before talking.

Tommy: So...why do you live in an old house like that?

Train: I don't...I just go there...for kicks...and so this segment has a setting.

Mary: I see. Oh look! There's a house. Let's get some candy!

Jimmy: Yeah let's--

Train pushes Jimmy out of the way and goes charging to the house. Other kids are already at the door, waiting.

Other kids: Trick or Tr--

Train: OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!

Train pushes the kids out of the fucking way and goes up to the door. He holds out his bag and when the old lady standing in the door holds out her hand to give him candy, he takes the bowl.

Train: OM NOM NOM NOM!!! NEED MOAR!!!

Train freaks out and starts going after the kids. He takes their candy bags and eats them whole. The kids run away and scream. He turns back to the three that were with him before. He begins to run at them.

Jimmy: WHAT THE H-E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS IS HE DOING?

Mary: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Tommy: RUN!

The kids begin running away from the house and Thunder Train. Just then, a dragon appears and lands in front of them. The kids stop in front of the dragon and are thinking "WTF I am going to therapy one day because of this."

The Dragon: QUICK KIDS! GET ON MAH BACK!

The kids just look at each other then see Train charging full speed after them. They have no choice and get on the dragons back and fly away. However, Jimmy drops his candy bag and Train catches it. He OM NOMs it down then looks up to them.

Train: I'LL GET YOU NEXT YEAR!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHA!

End one of the weirdest things I have ever done.

[BK London]

Match 2: Bryce vs. Sijweh Anguta (Credit: Wayde Russeller)


The ACW arena is pumped for action as the wild night following the PPV continues. The arena goes from sounds of chatter to sounds of boo's as Ozzy Osbourne - I don't wanna stop blasts on the speakers and Bryce appears on stage.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first, from Palo Alto, California...BRYCE!

Bryce makes his way to the ring with a more determined look on his face than usual. He climbs the ring stairs and gets ready to fight as the ref checks him for weapons. As he prepares, Deliberation by Katatonia comes on the speakers and the fans cheer for the appearance of Sijweh Anguta.

Philip: And his opponent, from Iqaluit, Nunavut...Sijweh Anguta!

Sijweh goes down to the ring with a smile on his face and slides in the ring. The ref checks him for weapons and then goes to ring the bell but Philip stands up.

Philip: I have received word the Edison will NOT be commentating this match up.

Edison and McNally look around confused as Edison stands up and takes off his head set.

Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome the guest commentator, Wayde Russeller!

Me Against the World by Simple Plan comes on the loud speakers and Wayde Russeller comes out with Diamond Fox. He makes his way down to ringside to a chorus of boo's and takes his seat next to McNally.

McNally: Well I guess I will be joined by Wayde tonight, how are you Mr. Russeller?

Wayde: I'm good, just here to check out some of the competition!
Bryce and Sijweh both look confused as the ref decides to start the match.

DING DING DING

McNally: Well here we go, what do you think of these two men?

Wayde: Well, Rice is nothing but a punch line, and I don't know much about Sijweh but I do know he was trained by Jonny Spade, so he has to be pretty good!

SIjweh takes control of the match right from the beggining. As soon as the bell rings he gets right in Bryce's face and starts delivering hard kicks and chops to the chest of Bryce. He delivers a hard knee to the stomach that leaves Bryce bent over. He bounces off the ropes and runs back to connect with a flipping neck breaker that puts Bryce on his back.

The crowd is pumped now and so is Sijweh as he jumps and hits a standing seton on his opponent and goes for a quick pin...

1...

2...NO

Bryce kicks out and Sijweh jumps off of him at the 2 count. Bryce gets to the seated position but is quickly set back down as Sijweh runs and smashes his elbow into Bryce's face. He climbs up to the second rope and waits for Bryce to stand up before delivering a drop kick and going for another quick cover.

1...

NO

McNally: Well he only gets one this time by Sijweh certainly has this match in his control.

Wayde: Like I said, Bryce is a nothing. Sijweh needs to just end this match. Its really ironic actually.

McNally: Whats that?

Wayde: The fact that me, the Entertainment Champ, has to watch the LEAST Entertaining match of the year!

Sijweh is back on the ropes and jumps to hit a cross body on Bryce who catches him and slams him to the mat much to the disdain of the crowd. Bryce recovers a little as Sijweh climbs to his feet and Bryce knocks him across the ring with his Flash of Brilliance. Much like his opponent, Bryce doesn't miss a step as he jumps of the ropes for a California Hangover and a pin attempt

1..

2..

NO!

Bryce yells something at ref before getting up and hitting Sijweh with a bunch of knee strikes. He then grabs a stunned Sijweh and hits a Russian Leg Sweep and immediately after he rolls into a rolling senton. He drops for another cover

1...

2...NO!

Bryce gets in the face of the ref and starts yelling that he should count faster. While he does Sijweh gets a kick of energy but doesn't let it show. Bryce, now done yelling at the ref turns and walks towards Sijweh who surprises him by jumping up and hitting some punches in the face. Sijweh bounce of the ropes to hit a clothesline the sits Bryce down.

Wayde: This charade has gone on long enough!

Wayde and Diamond both get up from the announcers table. Diamond gets on the apron and calls over the ref who is easily distracted by her beauty. She flirts a little and keeps his attention as Wayde goes to the side and slides a chair in the ring. He starts yelling at Sijweh to use it but Sijweh is saying no over and over again,

McNally: Well that's class! Wayde is giving Sijweh a chance to cheat to victory and he is turning it down!

Sijweh takes the chair and throws it out of the ring to Wayde's feet as he leans over the rope telling Wayde to stay out of it. Sijweh turns back to the match but Bryce is waiting and nails him with Californiacation. Wayde grabs his head and shakes it as Diamond jumps off the apron. The ref counts...

1...

2...

3!

Philip: Here is your winner...BRYCE!

Bryce's theme music plays as the ref raises his hand. Wayde and Diamond back up the ramp with Bryce staring them down. Wayde and Diamond disapear behind the curtains and Bryce stares at the spot they used to be...

Fade