Monday Night Warfare 3rd November 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 3rd November 2008

ACW US Tour: Boston, Mass

Scott Andrews’ “Chairman for a Day” Show
Schedule of Matches:
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AC Evans vs. Chris Williams

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Champion vs. Champion
Jake Steele vs. Wayde Russeller

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International Title No. 1 Contenders Match
Jason Freeman vs. Rattlesnake vs. The Senator

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Scott Andrews, Dan White and Kudo Yasuda vs. Henry McKaye, Jake Cheng and Alexander Starkweather

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Non-Title Match
BK London vs. Jay Zero

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Fight the Good Fight

(Credit: Zero, Senator, Kudo Yasuda, and Scott Andrews)

Just as Warfare hits the air, our blackened screens brighten with color as we open up into the backstage office of Chairman Gingerdude. Looking a bit taken over, he runs his hand across his forehead, then running it back gently through his hair. He looks up from his plush leather chair seated behind his desk and licks his lips. The camera zooms out just a bit more to one by one reveal the likes of Kudo Yasuda, the ACW Tag Team Champions Jay Zero and The Senator, and Scott Andrews! The entire TD Banknorth Garden breaks out in cheers as the sight hits the Alphatron. All four men look beaten and bruised, and that's with good reason. Just last Thursday all four of these men were brutally attacked. One by one, by one, by one! Starting with Jay Zero, OCW began its campaign to make it's final dash towards the painful death of ACW to come at Hello Goodbye. But tonight is a new night. With OCW perched high up on their thrones, these four men, angered at the actions of last week look to make an impact and even the odds. As Chairman Gingerdude looks up, glancing back and forth at each and every one of his men, he opens his mouth finally, looking to rally the troops.

Gingerdude: Please.. Just listen to me.

He lowers his head for a moment, staring down at the crisp oak wood of his desk.

Gingerdude: I know right now you all are feeling broken. Feeling down. And I can understand why. I can completely relate to you all! Jay Zero, you were embarrassed by OCW! It wasn't enough that you got those ribs of yours all taped up at Samhain by Henry McKaye! No! You got blindsided and thrown around like a helpless child! It wasn't enough until OCW made you pay! Made you BLEED! Now look at you...

Focusing on Jay Zero, we notice the taped up ribs once again as Zero is already dressed in ring attire. The Tag Team title over his right shoulder means a great deal to him, but right now, revenge is one thing that is more important. He snarls his upper lip and the vein in his neck begins to pop out again, bringing us back to the older days of the angry Jay Zero.

Gingerdude: They robbed Jay Zero of dignity, and then moved to do the same to you two! Aw bloody hell, not just the two of you, everybody who was watching!

He points his hand out towards Kudo Yasuda and The Senator who glance back at each other.

Gingerdude: They robbed everybody of a HUGE singles match up! Hell, even I was hyped for this match! You've got a resurging Kudo coming off of a stellar match at Samhain and the show immediately after we've got one of the biggest rematches ACW could throw together with The Senator...and it was stopped before it even got started!

Kudo and Senator glance over at one another in acknowledgment.

Gingerdude: And then they robbed YOU with another swift attack! In the course of the night, so far OCW had taken out the three of you! And what happened next? Heh ... they moved to big ole' Scott Andrews! They cornered you! They surrounded you, and they went for the kill! This past Thursday, OCW made a fool not only of you four, but of me as well. I'm not going to stand for this gentlemen. Not for one bloody second! Do you hear me?! And you sure as hell better not stand for it either!

Senator: Sir, I think it's time that ACW make their move into putting a stop to this disease as well. These scoundrels have been ruining the good name too long now, it's time they're stopped.

Kudo: Punishment needs to be delivered, and if you aren't going to do it then we will...

Gingerdude: Yes, exactly! I agree, it's time to do something about this!

And swiftly, Zero pipes into the situation.

Zero: Yeah, so what the HELL are you gonna do about it Ginger?!

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Gingerdude: Well unfortunately, seeing as how I'm not the Chairman,there isn't anything I can do tonight... But he can!

Pointing to Scott Andrews, there seems to be some hope for the troops.

Gingerdude: Scott, I'm sure you remember that when you won that Battle Royale, you won the chance to be Chairman for an Evening! So if you're going to do anything about this, I suggest you take charge!

The other 3 ACW wrestlers all stare at Scott Andrews who stares back, unable to withhold the smirk forming over his face.

Scott: Now everyone here has something in common: hatred for OCW...If you wouldn't mind, Ginge?

Scott Andrews walks over to Gingerdude who relinquishes his desk and allows the new chairman of the night to have the hot seat of power.

Scott: Now OCW has taken it upon themselves to try and organize a takeover of ACW, and as you all can see, we are the ones standing in their way. Individually we are threats to OCW's dominance, but that's it. We are only threats; empty threats.

Zero: What do you mean "empty threats?"

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Kudo: He means that by ourselves we are nothing but petty obstacles in the way that can easily be stepped over, offering little real challenge to OCW.

Scott: Kudo's right. By ourselves we can only do so much, but look around gentlemen. We aren't by ourselves. We've all got our own agendas, but starting last Thursday, we have a common one; stopping OCW.

Gingerdude: By the way, you're getting a bit too comfortable in that chair, it looks like this new plan starts tonight.

Senator: It isn't a plan. It is a goal. Scott is correct. Together we have the means and now we have the goal. And the empty threats suddenly become a powerful force standing up against OCW...

Everyone takes a look at one another, their anger subsiding in the face of a new hope as one. Scott Andrews leans back on the chairman's chair, plans already forming in his mind for the night.

Zero: Well I'm done playin' around with these sons-a-bitches! I don't know about you guys, but I'm about ready to blow! Scott, since you got the power to do it, I'm begging you! Give me BK London! Here! Tonight!

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The crowd cheers and Kudo looks at Jay with his eyebrows raised. Scott leans forward and squints his eyes at Zero as he contemplates the situation.

Zero: I don't care if I lose, and I don't care if he busts me open again, but I'm sick of being the little pawn in OCW's game here! If London wants his goons to do the dirty work for him, then let's see just how well he fends for HIMSELF against Jay Zero!

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He's actually brought up an idea that Scott is beginning to warm up to. If OCW wants to really challenge them all, then why not go out swinging? Yes! Tonight, Team ACW will crush OCW's spirit!

Senator: Honestly, that's not a half-bad idea.

Kudo: Well if Zero is getting a match against BK, then I want my hands on one of those punks; Starkweather or McKaye!

Instead, the honorable Chairman for today has a better idea!

Scott: One or the other? But why not both, Kudo?

Kudo looks at him slightly confused.

Kudo: What, like a handicapped match?

Scott: Would I really do that to you, Kudo? No, tonight we're going to see BK London take on Jay Zero! And... And it'll be me, Kudo Yasuda, and Dan White taking on Henry McKaye, Alexander Starkweather, and Jake Cheng in a six-man tag team match!

The crowd all watching from the Alphatron cheers loudly.

Scott:[/b] Don't worry about you Senator - I have other plans for you. But guys if we're going to stand a chance against OCW at all... then we need to make that known here tonight!

Scott pounds his fist down into Ginger's desk to emphasize ACW's importance in taking down OCW. But will these men have what it takes to actually get the job done? Tonight will be their first test....

The scene begins to fade out.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Demonkiss Revisited”
Credit: Thunderkiss

[Out is the million dollar training facility. In is the run down abandoned warehouse on the shore of ACW Isle. Deep inside its crumbling walls, The Ultimate Male continues his march back toward his once legendary reputation. Once known and feared, his status has certainly taken a negative hit over the past few months and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how this happened. Reverting your image from a strong, masculine man to quite the opposite will take a toll on any wrestler’s reputation, let alone no showing for several months. Though the obstacles are many, Thunderkiss is determined to claw his way back to the top of the ACW mountain and his associates are also doing all they can to see this vision come to pass.]

William Charles Wilcox: This is IMPRESSIVE!

Thunderkiss: Something tells me you aren’t looking at my wallet.

W.C.W.: The P.S.I of your punches, it’s off the charts! I Have not seen anything like this since -

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Mr. 500%?

W.C.W.: Indeed. I don’t know if you will ever be THAT strong again, but this is nothing to scoff at! This is the strongest I’ve ever seen you since those days and I can proudly say you have fully recovered from your days as Aiden Joseph.

Thunderkiss: If only the same could be said about my Demonkiss days. [/size][/color]

W.C.W.: What was that?

Thunderkiss: Nothing. All things aside, I do feel like a million bucks.

W.C.W.: Kiss, there has been something I have been wanting to ask you ...

[Wilcox’s face scrunches up, a look that can only indicate his reluctance.]

Thunderkiss: Oh please, Willy. I have seen this look from you before, if you have something to say, just please spit it out and stop being so melodramatic.

W.C.W.: While I was away, I heard all kinds of crazy rumors about you. That you turned into a killer, a man possessed if you will. And then there was the incident that occurred with Danny Mainer. That.... That wasn’t you. What happened?

[TK closes his eyes. He smells the gunpowder in the air and the smell of sulfur from the neither realm. He hears screams of his former beloved, the sound of a gunshot and the fall of Xio’Zel’s tears. His skin feels the touch of Jashin’s tongue, the heat of hell fire and the coldness of the night air. These memories come crashing back into his mind after several weeks away and he is suddenly overcome with emotion.]

W.C.W.: Kiss? Are you alright?

[That is a very good question. What he has been through over the past half a year would have any normal man committed into an insane asylum. But yet, here he is, back within Alpha Championship Wrestling doing what he loves to do most. Getting back to this point was not easy, far from it. It was his greatest fight, his most legendary battle and the only person that knows about its existence on this Earthly plane is himself. To answer Wilcox’s question, yes, he is alright, but knowing the truth might have Wilcox committed instead so TK decides to spare him the details.]

Thunderkiss: Willy...

[He rises from the old rickety bench inside his training facility and places a hand upon his confidant’s shoulder.]

Thunderkiss: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

W.C.W.: Well, is everything all, you know, better now?

Thunderkiss *smiling*: Let’s just say that I weathered the storm.

So folks, what exactly DID happen at the conclusion of the demon saga? Well, country to popular belief, it was not three month ruled and thrown into obscurity. While Thunderkiss has all but returned to normal (American Made aside), his journey back to this point is one that cannot remain obscured. This tale is one that deserves to be told and it shall over the course of time.

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: We Meet Again... (Credit: Freeman/Senator)

Tonight is an important night for Jason Freeman. He's been given a chance beyond expectations. A chance to become the #1 contendor for the International Title. Such an oppurtunity so soon after his return is certainly an amazing thing, and something that must be made to count. Freeman has every intention of winning. As he walks down the hallways of the ACW arena, he contemplates strategies in his head. He thinks about his opponents...

The Senator and Rattlesnake...two very formidable foes. Coincedentally, they are also two former stablemates of his...and he thinks that this will make his victory so much sweeter. He turns the corner...and stops suddenly...he is obviously looking at somebody...but who?

Freeman: The Senator…Steve Phillips. Long time no see.

The camera zooms out to indeed show The Senator. There is silence, as the two men look at each other. Before Freeman’s return, he was a proud member of the Senatorial Stable. Now, however, things are very different. Freeman has not been face to face with his former stable leader in quite some time, and neither know exactly what to say.

Senator: Well, then. Jason Freeman. You certainly have changed since I saw you last.

Freeman: Yes, I have. I most definitely have.

Senator: I did not mean that as a compliment.

This line doesn’t seem to bother Freeman, and he isn’t sure whether or not it was supposed to. He's happy that he has the chance to encounter Senator again. There are many things he feels he should say to him.

Freeman: In the past, we’ve had a bit of an rocky relationship, haven’t we? I joined the stable, I spat in your face and left the stable, I rejoined the stable. Ah…the memories. I’m happy I finally made the right decision and separated myself from ANY stable. Look at me now, Senator. Look at me now. I’ve defeated Dan White on PPV, I’ve---

Senator: Oh, please. Do not fool yourself and claim it as a clean victory. One thing that the Senatorial Stable is against is the type that will utilize any underhanded tactic to get to the top. The one thing we are fighting against you seem to have completely embodied. You show no respect or integrity, and show no remorse whatsoever. In fact, you seem proud. As far as I am concerned, you---

Freeman: No, Phillips, NO. You’re wrong! I’m doing what I have to do. So what are you saying? I just let myself rot in midcard hell for years?! I think the Senatorial Stable embodies everything I hate! That would be self-righteous bastards who put themselves on a higher level just because---

Senator: Enough, Freeman! I truly believe you are deluded and misguided. I am having a flash of déjà vu to be honest. The last time we had a similar conversation, was the time you left my stable and spit in my face. I had hoped that that Jason Freeman was gone, but I wonder if I’m seeing the true one now.

Freeman: I did what I had to. I was enlightened. I realized the reality of life, and it seems that you have yet to do so. You’re one of those people that think that they are better than the rest. You don’t understand. Everybody is selfish. You have the nerve to look down on me? I’ve realized what’s going to get me success, and THAT’S what I’m doing. I never needed you for that, and I don’t need to hear you reprimand me now. I have NOTHING to do with you anymore, so I don’t understand why we’re having this conversation. One thing I DO want to remind you of is that we are in the same match tonight. Did you realize?

Senator: I did realize that. I assume you have not even considered the possibility of a loss, but since I do not plan on losing myself I think one of us has to be mistaken.

Freeman: It would be you. I acknowledge that I’m the underdog, but I have the determination and willpower to win. Honor and respect is more important to you, and you’ll get that. You’ll have your honor, and I’ll have my title shot. That’s how it works. You’re hindered by your values and I'm not. It will cost you. Rattlesnake is surely a very worthy opponent as well, but I’m not worried. I can’t afford to be worried. I know I’m going to win this match, because I’m not going to let myself lose.

Senator: Very strong words, but dreams are not always reality. No matter how much you want something, it is not guaranteed to come true.

Freeman: I seem to remember that I won the last time we met in the ring. Did you forget about that?

Senator: No, I most certainly did not.

Freeman: Good. Remember it, because you’re going to experience another instance of déjà vu tonight!

Senator: Freeman, if I thought there was any chance of reaching you, I would attempt to make you see the ridiculousness of your actions lately, but since there obviously is not I will tell you this. Tonight, I am going to have to teach you some respect.

Freeman: TRY IT, PHILLIPS! TRY IT! Listen to me, and listen to me good. No matter our past, it DOESN’T matter, because that doesn’t affect me at all! Despite a year and a half in your stable, I have no qualms about whatever I have to do to you tonight. I’m going to win the triple threat match, I’m going to get my title shot, THEN I’m going to win the title, and Senator? Before you know it, I’M going to be at the top of this company. And maybe one day, I’ll turn my sights on YOU again. Maybe we’ll have a singles rematch, huh?! Maybe I’ll just beat you again! Now, you get out of my way!

Freeman walks past Senator glaring at him, and begins to walk away. Senator thinks to himself, before calling after him.

Senator: Freeman.

Freeman turns around to look, glaring, ready to fire insults back at Phillips, but Phillips has a very different expression on his face.

Senator: You have been in my stable for nearly your whole career. Many members have come and gone from the Senatorial Stable, and I like to watch the development of their careers after they leave. I have seen potential in you since the beginning, and yes…you did defeat me in the ring. I truly believe you have the in-ring talent to make it, and while I do not condone your methods…I do hope, whether or not you believe me, that you DO get to the top of this company someday. Freeman, you have one thing right. You are underrated. I do believe that the fans are going to be seeing that soon. I wish you luck. For your whole career.

For a second, there is a flash of undiscernible emotion on Freeman’s face…but then it is gone…and he glares again.

Freeman: SHUT UP! I’m going to DEMOLISH you tonight, and I'm going to DEMOLISH Snake! I suggest you concentrate on THAT!

And Freeman turns, and marches off angrily, causing Senator to look after him, shaking his head.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Sunday’s Adventures”
Credit: Chris Williams
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Flashback to Sunday….


The camera fades in to Chris Williams, who is driving his 1998 White Dodge Ram on the highway. Since he has the day off, Williams decided to run some errands around town. His first stop—the dry cleaners to pick up a few suits for a charity dinner later tonight. However, the highway is deadlocked right now, traffic for miles, as an accident up ahead is to blame. He spots an exit a few hundred feet ahead, and is able to merge over before getting off of the highway. Williams hasn’t eaten lunch yet today, so he stops off at a Subway to grab a bite to eat. As Williams walks up to the counter, the teenager who is working seems to be very excited.


Williams:
Hi, can I get a footlong Steak and Cheese sub on Italian bread please? Throw some tomatoes, lettuce, and mayo on there for me too, please.


Teenager:
Right away, Mr. Williams, sir!


Chris cracks a small smile, now realizing that this teenager has seen him on TV before.


Williams:
So, you watch the ACW, then?


Teenager:
Every Monday and Thursday night! And I have tickets to Thursday night Meltdown in a few weeks! That isn’t something that comes along every day….


Williams:
Sounds like you’ll be having fun, then. You’ll probably get to see a lot of cool stuff….


Teenager:
I sure hope so!


Williams:
Heh, I’ll try not to disappoint you.


Teenager:
I can’t wait…. Anyway, here is your Steak and Cheese sub, Mr. Williams.


Williams:
Thanks, how much do I owe ya?


Teenager:
It’s $5.30, sir.


As Chris reaches into his pocket, he realizes that he doesn’t have his wallet with him. He curses under his breath, then looks at the teenager behind the counter.


Williams:
Crap, I don’t have my wallet on me… I left it at home. Here, I can’t pay for this, I’m sorry.


Teenager:
Oh, don’t worry about it. If I can get your autograph on this napkin, we can just call it even! I’ve never gotten your autograph before, this will be great!


Williams:
Really? Just my autograph? Alright, I suppose. Thanks for helping me out here….


Chris takes a pen from the teenager and signs his name onto the napkin. It reads “To the best Subway sub maker in town, from Chris Williams.”


Teenager:
Wow! Thank you so much! Have a great day today, Mr. Williams, and beat Evans for me on tomorrow!


Williams smiles and nods his head, as he walks out of the place with his sub. He gets back to his truck and hops in, hungry as all get-out. He unwraps the sub and takes a bite, expecting the usual Steak and Cheese deliciousness, but he is taken aback by a disgusting ingredient….


Williams:
PICKLES?!? Are you kidding me? I didn’t ask for pickles, I hate pickles! Ugh… well, at least it was free.


Chris wraps the sub back up in its paper, and starts up the truck to go to the dry cleaners. Now knowing that he doesn’t have his wallet, he hopes to be able to get at least one suit for the charity dinner tonight….


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15 Minutes Later….
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Williams:
Hi, there should be a few suits ready under the name of “Williams”…. I’m here to pick them up.


The man that looks to be in his low-30’s lights up with enthusiasm behind the counter.


Dry Cleaner Guy:
Ah, Mr. Williams! Of course! Your suits are all cleaned, pressed, and ready for you! I will go retrieve them right away!


The man goes to retrieve the suits, as Chris waits in front of the counter, wondering what he will say. The man quickly returns, with three different suits that belong to Williams. Chris decides to play dumb this time, acting as if he just realized that he doesn’t have his wallet. After all, it worked at Subway….


Williams:
So how much is this gonna cost me?


Dry Cleaner Guy:
Ah, don’t even worry about that, Mr. Williams! Your money is no good here! I wouldn’t accept your payment, just have a great day!


Chris is surprised and excited about this, but tries to play it cool….


Williams:
Nooooo, I insist, let me pay for it. I wouldn’t feel right otherwise. Really, how much?


Dry Cleaner Guy:
No no no, don’t wor—


Williams:
Alright then, I guess I won’t fight you over it….


As Chris grabs his suits and exits the Dry Cleaners, he faintly hears the man say:


Dry Cleaner Guy:
Win tomorrow, you’re awesome!


Chris hangs up his suits in the back seat of his truck, now eager to get home and grab his wallet. He jumps on the highway to head back to his apartment, this side free of traffic, but the other side is still backed up. Happy that he doesn’t have to deal with any more problems, Williams speeds up on his way back. He rolls down his windows, turns up the radio, banging along to the beat on his steering wheel, not a care in the world.


Suddenly, a police car pulls up behind him, the rooflights flashing. Chris quickly checks his speedometer. He’s doing 83 miles per hour, and the speed limit is 70. Screaming profanities, he slows down and pulls over to the side of the highway. He turns off his radio and comes to a stop, the police car following right behind him.


Again, the thought dawns on Chris… he doesn’t have his wallet. That means that he also doesn’t have his license…. As the policeman begins walking toward the car, Williams starts panicking.


Williams:
Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! Shit shi—Oh, hello officer!


Officer:
Any idea why I pulled you over, sir?


Williams:
Yes sir, I think I know why….


Officer:
Why would that be, then?


Williams:
I was in a hurry to get home, and I didn’t even notice I was speeding until I saw you behind me….


Officer:
Well, had you been doing the speed limit, I wouldn’t have stopped you, and you’d be getting home a lot sooner. License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.


Chris reaches into the glove-box and pulls out his registration and proof of insurance and hands them to the officer, who doesn’t look at Chris, merely gazing around while speaking to him. The officer also looks to be in his mid-thirties, wearing large aviator sunglasses.


Officer:
License please, sir.


Williams:
Look, I uh… I don’t have my license on me, because I left my wallet at home. That’s kinda the reason I was trying to get home quickly….


Officer:
Driving without a license is a pretty major offense, Mr…


The officer looks at the insurance card and realizes who he pulled over.


Officer:
Mr. Williams? Chris Williams? ACW wrestler, Chris Williams?


The officer quickly pulls off his sunglasses and looks right at Williams’ face.


Officer:
Well hell, I didn’t know I pulled over a celebrity! You’re a helluva guy, Chris! Givin’ kids everywhere hope to become a big shot like yourself! Whew, can I get your autograph? Just sign here, on my notepad.


Chris is absolutely stunned; he can’t believe that he’s going to get out of this. He signs the officer’s notepad and smiles at him.


Williams:
So you don’t need my license, then?


Officer:
Aw no, I know who you are, you’re on my TV all the time! I’m really glad I met you, man! Tell me one thing though… are we finally gonna see the beginning of “The Williams Era” in the ACW? Are we finally going to have a guy at the top that everybody can look up to? I truly hope you work your way to the top like we’ve all seen you do in other feds, it would mean a lot to all the young children that watch you compete.


Williams:
Well I really hope so, sir. Believe me, I want nothing more than to get a World title, and become a great role model for everyone. I’ll be sure not to let you down. But I really am in a hurry, I’ve got to get to a charity dinner very soon….


Officer:
Oh, absolutely! As soon as I realized it was you, I figured you weren’t just goin’ fast for no reason! I won’t hold you up any longer, buddy! Here’s your proof of insurance and registration back.


Williams:
Oh, thank you office—


Officer:
And here’s your ticket. Make sure you pay that soon, wouldn’t want to arrest ya!


Chris mutters under his breath….


Williams:
Almost.


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END PROMO
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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: MATTHEW! YOU GOT SOME 'SPLAININ' TO DO! (Credit: XS3)

In the back, the first face we get to see is XS3, donning jeans and a plain t-shirt. The crowd begins to cheer but after his actions on Thursday, the reaction is a little more mixed than usual. XS3 sighs and looks up at the camera. There is no smirk, only a feeling of disappointment.

XS3: Hey. What up. It's XS3 here and a lot of people have been wondering why I attacked my "old friend" American Made on Monday. Well, if you've got the time, then listen up, I suppose.

XS3 then nods to the cameraman and begins to slowly trudge down the halls.

XS3: Now, contrary to popular belief, I actually don't have a problem with this man in his current persona. Of course, we go back a long ways away and we've had our fair share of battles. We've fought, shed blood, shed tears and sacrificed our souls all for the sake of getting one up on another. Then, he accepted me into his brotherhood. His "entourage" if you will. All this time, he lied right to my face and sugar-coated it, pretending that he was my friend long enough to distract me from the truth: I was alienating my family, my friends and most of all, my wife. He drove a wedge between us to the point of fucking divorce. I thought I could carry on being his friend but it ultimately solved nothing. So, I left on my own terms and ultimately wound up getting canned from ACW in the process. Incidentally, mind you, this is my third strike considering I've left twice now. If I fuck up one more time, I'm gone from ACW for good.

A solemn nod is the only expression of "The Exemplar" at that point. XS3 looks back up at the camera and stops in his tracks.

XS3: But that's aside the point. Thunderkiss, there's no more hiding it. You can pretend to be someone you're not or you can come out and accept the harsh consequences that life is going to hand to you. I'd go with the latter if I were you. Another reason why I attacked "American Made" is because… well… I've been in a bad place recently. I can't be there for Christine, our company's slowly dying and, on top of that, I'm not booked tonight. But you know, it's fine. Whatever. It's Scott Andrews. Him and I go back a long way and he's under pressure too from being attacked by OCW. You know, how's he going to remember every single fucking upper midcarder on the roster?

Just then, the mood changes once more just like it did on Meltdown. A small tinge of disgust rings in XS3's tone of voice, which has gone from apathetic to somewhat condescending.

XS3: I mean, you know, who the fuck am I other than "that eight-year veteran guy?" You know, the one who gets overlooked every single fucking title shot in the world? They can just ignore the blood, sweat and tears I've dished out for every fan across the globe and put in the king of low-budget Fallout wrestlers, a politician turned wrestler turned soccer player turned wrestler and someone who has to rehash promos to get his point across. Nah, it's fine. I have no problem with having a night off. Maybe I can use my time to sit in the crowd, hang out with fans that actually wanted to see me perform and make fun of everyone in the triple threat match tonight.

Only now does XS3 smile. But is isn't of joy, it's a small hint of psychosis. XS3's eyes go wide and his teeth grit with his grin, almost like he's starting to lose it.

XS3: And hey, let's think of it this way! If Senator wins, he can try to break his record if he doesn't break his ankle or whatever it was Dan White did to him. If Freeman wins, he can actually look like he has some credibility left in him after being relegated to Fallout. And if Rattlesnake wins, then he-- Well, god knows what he'll do. But you know what, I don't care who wins that match. I could give two shits less about the winner. All I care about is becoming the next person to hold that title, even if I have to possibly plow through my own partner to do it. But, I guess it's only fair since Train tossed me out of that battle royal thing.

XS3 then pauses and closes his eyes. He inhales deeply before exhaling, not wanting to go entirely over the edge like he did on Meltdown.

XS3: What am I saying? I'm babbling on. Well, I'm off to go do something. And that's not destiny. That's not fate… It's nothing. Nothing at all. Geez, I need a better catchphrase. Erm, take it easy, everyone. Have a good night. Tip your waitress, blah blah blah.

XS3 then turns and walks away, leaving the view of the camera and also leaving the segment that went from apathetic to angry to just plain awkward in a span of minutes.

Fade.

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Contract Issues?
Alex Richmond


As Richmond walks up to Chairman Gingerdude’s Office his secretary she signals for him to wait. She presses a button on her desk and a faint buzzing noise can be heard as she connects with the intercom on Ginger’s desk.

Ginger: Yes?

Secretary: Alex Richmond here to see you, sir.

Ginger: Okay, send him on in.

The secretary nods, obviously to herself, before looking up at Richmond.

Secretary: Go on in.

Richmond: Thanks.

Richmond smiles at the secretary as he walks past her desk and through the door marked “Chairman Gingerdude”. Once he has entered the room Ginger rises to his feet, a smile on his face.

Ginger: Ah, Mr. Richmond, good of you to come down.

He extends his hand, which Richmond promptly shakes before taking a seat as Ginger simultaneously sits down opposite him.

Ginger: So, I called you down here to discuss your contract.

Richmond: Oh?

Ginger: See, the legal department have flagged you as a risk and I’m inclined to agree. For this reason I’m afraid we can’t offer you a full time contract at this time.

Richmond looks stunned as his face drops. It takes him a while to gather himself before he is able to open his mouth to speak.

Richmond: But, but you said you’d be able to--

He is interrupted as Ginger talks over him.

Ginger: Don’t worry. I only said we couldn’t offer you a full time contract. What we’re going to do is put you on a week-by-week contract for three months. At the end of those three months we will have a review of your progress and discuss the possibility of you being offered a full time deal.

The relief is evident on Richmond’s face and he visibly sinks into his chair as he breathes a sigh of relief.

Richmond: Oh thank god for that. I thought I was getting kicked out after only one show.

Ginger: No it’s nothing like that. It’s just that under the circumstances of your last exit we have to be cautious of any re-occurrence. I do, after all, have to protect the best interests of the company as my priority.

Richmond: I totally understand but currently I have things to do, I’m sure you understand. So if you just have your legal department fax the contract through to my lawyer, I’ll leave you his card, then I’ll have them back to you within the week.

On that note Richmond rises to his feet, once more shaking hands with Ginger before making his exit. He smiles at the secretary once more as he leaves the continues on his way.


Fade to Black

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Match 1: AC Evans vs. Chris Williams (Credit: Jason Freeman)

It’s definitely going to be a hard match for the newly returned Chris Williams. AC Evans has shown his ability in the ring on more than one occasion, and Williams seems to be the underdog tonight. AC Evans starts it off by advancing forward and locking up with Williams. Williams goes for a snapmare, and hits it, but Evans is up in a second, before Williams can do anything to capitalize. Evans hits a hiptoss, bringing Williams to the ground, who is also up quickly. Williams hits a quick chop to Evans chest, and then hits two more, causing Evans to back into the ropes. Williams goes for an irish whip, and when Evans rebounds, Williams tries to clothesline him, but Evans ducks and comes back twice as quickly with a dropkick to Williams knee. Williams goes down to his knees, and Evans waits for him to start to get up. When he does, Evans runs forward jumping for a tornado DDT, but Williams gets a grip on Evans in midair, and when Evans’ feet touch the ground, Williams hits a nice northern lights suplex! 1…2…and Evans kicks out quickly.

The two men continue this back and forth battle for a while, until AC Evans manages to counter Williams’ attempt at an STO, and hit a snapping neckbreaker. From here, AC Evans gets the momentum, turning and hitting a standing moonsault, before covering for the two. Evans lifts Williams off the ground, and goes for his spinning fisherman’s buster, but Williams fights him off, and nails a few shots in. Williams knees AC Evans, and when he bends down, Williams goes to powerbomb Evans, but Evans nails a couple of shots to the face, before slipping back down to his feet, and hitting an enzuiguiri that knocks Williams to the ground. Evans climbs the turnbuckle, and waits for Williams to stand, and when he does, Evans goes for a flying hurracanrana from the turnbuckle. Williams catches him however, and this time succeeds in powerbombing him to the mat, and goes for the cover. 1….2…Kick out by Evans

Williams tries to capitalize from this point, and manages to get a few close calls towards the end of the match, but Evans’ speed keeps coming into play. Williams goes for the TNT-DDT, but Evans counters into a tornado DDT, covering for the two. Evans comes from behind and attempts to set Williams up for the File 13, but Williams counters, and lifts Evans up for a vertical suplex, before deciding to walk over to the turnbuckle, and place Evans on the top rope for a superplex. This is a mistake however, as when Williams goes up to the second rope, Evans kicks him hard, causing Williams to fall and turn away…when Williams stands up, Evans jumps off of the turnbuckle, hitting the Open Your Eyes, and getting the 1…2….3

Phillip: Here is your winner, AC Evans!

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OTA Segment: What is wrong with me?? (Credit: Jonny Spade)

The scene opens up with Sijweh sitting in his locker room with a towel around his neck. With his head bent forward

Sijweh: How did this happen? Jonny had trained me well enough for this.

[glow=red,2,300]“He trained you, but you are not good enough.”[/glow]

Sijweh: Who said that?

[glow=red,2,300]“I did.”[/glow]

Looking around I saw nobody in my locker room. Who’s voice am I hearing?

Sijweh: Who’s this “I” that I am hearing?

[glow=red,2,300]“I as in you.”[/glow]

Sijweh: Me?

[glow=red,2,300]“Precisely. You know; me; myself; and I.”[/glow]

Sijweh: Okay, now I am not following you.

[glow=red,2,300]“Sigh. Walk to the mirror.”[/glow]

I began to shake. Who and or what am I going to see in the mirror? And who the HELL is this voice that I am hearing.

Sijweh: All I see is me in the reflection.

I let out a sigh of relief. However, just as I finished my sentence my reflection began to swirl all around and then the mirror reflection unswirled itself and a man stood beside my reflection in a well tailored suit and gelled back hair that looks quite like myself.

Sijweh: So…you’re me?

[glow=red,2,300]“Well…not entirely. I am what you can become.”[/glow]

Sijweh: Okay…

“Hmm…how can I put this to make it understandable. …What do you dream of the most?”

Sijweh: Oh that’s easy; I want to be successful.

[glow=red,2,300]“Exactly. Now, if you follow my instructions, I can make this dream a reality.[/glow]

And that’s when it hit me…

Sijweh: All this is happening in a dream?

[glow=red,2,300]“Bingo. Same reason why you’re not freaking out about all this; but its time to wake up. You’ve been asleep for over an hour. I shall give you the first key to success in due time.”[/glow]

Just then I sat up and sprung to life. I sat up and looked around the room. I was at home now. In my bed. The lights on my clock beside my bed faintly lighting up the whole room. It read 3:30 AM. As I laid my head back down on my bed so many thoughts began to rush through my mind. Was this guy real? Or could it be that I have what it key to succeed already built up in me. At least one thing is for sure, this road is going to be a pretty bumpy one to say the least.

End.

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Segment: Give me my rematch! (Credit: Dan/Freeman)

The segment opens up in the arena, and “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits. The fans go wild as Dan walks out, still in his casual clothing despite later on having a match, and comes down the ramp. There must be a million things going through his head as he tries to focus on the most important things. He has a 13 year old kid. He knocked up a lass. Freeman's a douche. He's got a match tonight. He only came second place in the Chairman for the Day battle royale. He grabs a microphone, entering the ring, and addressing what he came out to talk about.

Dan: Now then, I'm a father. I did not expect that. And it looks like I might have another kid on the way. I mean for fuck's sake, could it have gotten any worse for me?

There are a few sympathetic faces in the audience.

Dan: Well, it has. Because a little fuckwit called Jason Freeman cheated and fluked his way to winning against me at Samhain!

Heavy boos for the mention of Freeman's name.

Dan: And worst of all, despite my voyeurism skills exposing our chairman who was SLEEPING WITH A SECRETARY DURING WORK HOURS...I've been unable to get this match through a mere request. So, unable to get a match in the dirty, slimy way that our antagonist did, I'm gonna do it the old fashioned way. Freeman, get your arse out here!

Pops from the crowd, as they focus on the titantron. Those pops turn to boos as “Ugly” hits, and Jason Freeman walks out, looking rather smug with himself, with a microphone in his hand.

Freeman: Cut my music.

Music fades.

Freeman: Dan I really don't have time for this. I have an important triple threat match tonight, and every second counts. I can't afford to waste m---

Dan: Freeman, do me a favour and shut the fuck up.

Massive pops, and Freeman gets angry at the manner of Dan's interuption.

Dan: Now, let's see what we have here. We have two men standing here. One of which is a veteran of this business, has proven that he's one of the top guys here, and is the only person to have won two matches at the same Omega Effect event. Mr. Dan White!

He points to himself, and the crowd pop again, as Freeman shakes his head in disgust.

Dan: The other man however, is a man who spends 2 months injured for a broken toe! He uses slimy tactics to get his own way, including his only notable victory against yours truly, using the dirtiest of the dirty tactics. Mr. Jason “the cunt” Freeman!

Massive jeers for the former International Champion, who is less than pleased, mainly at being called a cunt.

Freeman: Dan, may I ask you what the heck you want? Throwing expletives around like that merely makes you come off like a good-for-nothing punk. And you fans cheer this man? It's pathetic.

More boos, enough to drown out Dan's retort, but eventually he gets his word in.

Dan: Hey man, don't diss the punks! Sex Pistols and The Clash were very good bands! Just because you like Guns n' Roses. But that's not why we're here, and you know that damn well. We're here because I want the rematch that I deserve. Come on, I turned up at Samhain to a match I was very opposed to. The very LEAST you could do is return the favour, and give me this rematch.

Focus is on Freeman, who pauses, assessing his options, and....

Freeman: ...No.

BOOO!

Dan: Wha-huh?! Give me one good reason why you shouldn't!

Freeman smirks, as Dan clutches the ropes in front of him, full of rage.

Freeman: You were not so eager to give me the match originally, were you? And listen, I've already beaten you. The only reason I wanted to face you in the first place was to advance my career. I won. I did what I needed to do. I see no benefit in facing you again. Even beating you twice won't serve to help me much, and will only be a waste of time where I can be challenging a new opponent. As Im only doing things to my own benefit, and I fail to see how this benefits me...no. No, we will not wrestle again.

Dan:You know what? You're a creepy little bi-

Freeman: And on that note, Dan, I think I best leave. But as you say, that's the right....touch...

More jeers fill the arena as “Ugly” hits again, and Freeman waves down to an incensed Dan, before turning and exiting the stage.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Upset Stomach
Credit: The Doctor (with permission and input from Dave Tyler)

As the camera slowly begin to move away from the last segment of the show, they begin to focus on the Alphatron just above the entrance area to the ACW arena. The screen flickers as it begins to power up and some VT footage sprawls itself across the vast screen.

The footage begins as a cameraman follows a queasy looking Dave Tyler from the ringside area, clearly jubilant after his comprehensive victory over Ryan Styles on last Thursday night's Meltdown. At the top of the screen a small graphic box appears showing last Thursday's date as the cameraman follows Dave into the backstage area. Various members of the production team are busy beavering around and preparing the rest of the show as Dave takes a moment to prop himself up against a wall and begin taking a few deep breaths.

Cameraman: You....okay?

Dave flashes one of his trademark grins, trying to put on a brave face for the camera, he grins for a second before his stomach is heard groaning loudly, audible even to the camera that's filiming him.

Dave Tyler: Yeah...well, no....I told you I had eaten too much candy today because of it being Halloween and all....and I don't think that match helped me digest it at all!

Cameraman: Want me to get you some water?

Dave heaves a few times, using his hand to cover his mouth and prevent himself from barfing all over the newly polished hallway floors.

Dave Tyler: I need to go to the infirmary....which way is it?

The cameraman points down the corridor and Dave nods in acknowledgement before stumbling down the hallway, pausing intermittently to double over, his hands clutching his stomach as he moans out in pain.
Dave eventually stumbles in to the infirmary and sits on a bench as a nurse greets him.

Nurse: Can I help you?

Dave Tyler: I need to see a doctor as soon as possible....

Dave's stomach groans loudly once more, this time even louder than before, taking even the Nurse by surprise.

Nurse: I see....take a seat and I'll see if he's free.

The nurse disappears into a room behind her and closes the door quietly. Dave sits on the bench, clutching at his stomach as it continues to groand and rumble intermittently.
A short while later the nurse returns and holds the door open for Dave.

Nurse: The doctor will see you now...

Dave tries to put on another brave grin, but it's to no avail as the moment he stands up, he's again racked in pain as his stomach struggles to digest the sugary filled goodness that it currently occupies. Dave stumbles in to the doctor's office and finds himself pleasantly surprised by the decor and layout of the office. Initially expecting something that would be more at home in a sports arena and a physiotherapy bench of some sorts, Dave finds himself in a room that doesn't look too different to his usual GPs office.
Dave sits in the seat in front of the office as the doctor's high-backed chair sits infront of him with it's back to him, obstructing his view of the doctor. The doctor appears to be on the phone and is talking quietly, almost inaudibly as Dave sits impatiently infront of him. Dave tries to catch his attention once or twice politely, by clearing his throat, but when that fails he decides instead to just speak up.

Dave Tyler: Hey...err...doctor?

There's a few moments of silence as Dave waits for an answer, the doctor however fails to answer and instead falls eerily silent.

Dave Tyler: Doc...?

Without warning the high-backed chair slowly spins around revealing none other than ACW's own The Doctor in an evil, James Bond villain-esque fashion! The Doctor grins from ear to ear as Dave is taken aback, jumping out of his seat and readying himself for trouble.

The Doctor: Relax Mr Tyler....you wanted to see a doctor....and instead you have been allowed to see THE Doctor...what can I do for you?

Dave Tyler: Well....are you sure your qualified?

The Doctor: Please, don't insult my intelligence with such stupid questions, take a seat and tell me how I can...help...

Dave appears to relax slightly and sits down in the seat as The Doctor motions for him to do so. As Dave sits down his stomach lets out another ear-shattering groan and The Doctor frowns whilst rubbing his chin.

The Doctor: I see....stomach infection?

Dave Tyler: Well, no...it's...well, you know, it's Halloween and I kinda...ate too much candy...

The Doctor: Hrm...I see, well, first of all I'll need to examine you, so if you don't mind I need you to just go behind that curtain there and get undressed, when you are ready proceed through the door behind the curtain and I will meet you in the examination room and begin to see if I can locate the problem.

Dave Tyler: I have to get...undressed?

The Doctor: Is that a problem? You would like me to properly diagnose and rectify the problem I presume?

Dave Tyler: Well, yeah of course, but I....

The Doctor: So, if you'll go behind the curtain...

Reluctantly, Dave stands up and heads over to the curtain as The Doctor implied for him to do. Dave heads behind the curtain as The Doctor exits the office to head to the examination room. Through the curtain we're able to see the silouhette of Dave undressing, articles of clothing come flying over the curtain as he slowly gets undressed, tentatively holding his stomach as he does so. After he's finally down to his undies, Dave knocks on the other door behind the curtain that The Doctor said leads to the examination room. Dave waits a second but there's no answer, he knocks once more but still, no answer, Dave opens the door and heads through, only to find himself in the ACW parking lot! Dave turns back to the door to rush back inside, but The Doctor stands at the door grinning before slamming it closed and locking it! Dave hammers on the door yelling at The Doctor to open it, but all his yelling only attracts a crowd of ACW fans who begin taking pictures of Dave in his underwear! Dave smiles bashfully before grimacing as his stomach lets out another massive groan as the camera fades out of the segment.

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Segment: Conflict In The Cafeteria
(Credit: Scott/BK)

As the Chairman for the Day, Scott was in a position he’d never been in ACW before; a position of power. He’d never had control over ACW’s superstars as he had tonight, and he was gonna make sure he used it to his full advantage.

The Scarlet Assassin makes his way into frame as the camera fades into the scene. Backstage amongst the workers is where Scott usually is, to get away from everyone else, generally because people annoy him. He wears his black pinstripe suit and red tie combo. Scott takes a piece of cake from the catering table and bites into the tasty looking morsel.

Scott: This IS a tasty cake!

From the other side of the screen comes none other than the OCW Champion BK London and Chairman Russo - well, not exactly Chairman for tonight. They smirk and chuckle as they approach Scott, who looks up and puts the cake down.

Scott: You come to congratulate me, BK?

BK London: Congratulate you? For what? Throwing seven of the sorriest wrestlers I've seen in my life over the top rope? Oh no Scott, that's not an accomplishment worth congratulating. But you know what is? Systematically destroying four of the so called "top wrestlers" in ACW, all in one night.

Scott shrugs off BK’s comment.

Scott: To be honest, your opinion doesn’t matter to me; you’re scum, and as far as I’m concerned, OCW can kiss my ass!

Scum? It isn't exactly music to BK London's ears. Match or not, he's ready to get it on and he steps face to face with the former No.1 Contender. Andrews, knowing BK London quite well at this point, refuses to step down. Russo steps between the two and restrains London.

Russo: I don’t think that’s a good idea, Scott. Mr. London isn’t really in the mood to be insulted.

Scott: I don’t care what mood he’s in, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a prick.

Those words set BK alight and he swings, but Russo catches his arm before he launches.

Scott: Whoa! Fiesty! Look, BK, I’m in charge tonight, not Gingerdude, and certainly not this punk ass bitch who just saved your ass. So you listen, and you listen good; you mess with me, I’ll make you pay. Revenge is my specialty, BK, remember that. Calculated and cold I will come at you until I feel we’re even. So don’t expect me to just shrug off what you did last week because as the saying goes, what comes around, goes around...

Scott grabs his cake and pushes his way past BK and Russo.

BK London: That boy has no idea who we are or what we’re truly capable of does he?

An evil grin comes across the face of the Co-Chairman.

Russo: Not in the slightest...

Fade Out.

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Match 2: Champion vs. Champion
Jake Steele vs. Wayde Russeller (Credit: Steele)

As Warfare returns from commercial break, “Me Against The World” by Simple Plan begins to play over the stereo system as the crowd begins to boo. Soon enough Wayde Russeller and his beautiful fiance Diamond Fox step from behind the curtains and onto the stage. Wayde and his signature cowboy hat is placed over his head as well as his Entertainment Championship. He holds the hand of Diamond as they stroll down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans have to say. A random fan in the crowd holds up a “MR. RED IS ALIVE!!” sign and Wayde looks over to it and goes to rip it but Diamond pulls him back. He rolls into the ring and raises his arms in the air to no cheering in the least bit, as everyone hates him. Diamond enters the ring and together they pose for a bit before she exits back out and Wayde removes his ET Title, handing it to a stagehand nearby. He removes his cowboy hat and looks to the titantron where his opponent is primed and ready…

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the hood anthem of "Hustlin" by Rick Ross blares over the speaker system. The 808 of the beat pounds, and so does the jeers. A few moments pass by, and International Champion, Jake Steele steps from behind the curtains with his title placed over his shoulder. Almost as soon as he steps out onto the stage the jeering begins to grow louder. Steele brushes his shoulders off, then does the same for his title looking out into the crowd and snickering. He makes his way down to the ring ignoring the yelling and the abrasive foul language by the crowd, as he climbs the apron and steps into the ring. He raises his title into the air and shows everyone in the crowd why he is better than them. He looks at Wayde Russeller and laughs as he hands the IN Title off to a stagehand.

*Ding, Ding*

As the bell goes off, Steele stretches a bit and he looks behind himself. He sees Diamond circling the ring and he calls out to her. He winks and Wayde looks across the ring, wondering what the fuck Steele is doing. He watches as Steele tries to spit game at Diamond, before having enough and walking up to him and turning him around. Without a word Wayde slaps the taste out of Steele’s mouth! Steele has to take a few steps back as he holds his jaw. He rubs his hand over his jaw and he quickly turns around beginning to lay into Wayde with a fury of punches. Wayde is caught a bit off guard as Steele gets about three hard shots in, right before Wayde bounces back and begins to strike Steele with his own rights, which sends the International Champion back. After some exchanges, Steele got the advantage with a snap suplex which only got Wayde down for a two count. Upon picking him up, Wayde rebounded in a clothesline attempt with a clothesline of his own, which had gotten both men down in the early going.

The match progressed quite a bit and Wayde seemed to have got the advantage. He punches Steele in the corner with hard blows which send the champ down on the mat. Wayde tries to continue his assault until the ref pulls him off and tells him to lay off. But while not watching, Diamond grabs Steele by the neck and pulls on him. She tries to turn him over but Steele easily powers out and pushes her into the barricade. Wayde sees his fiance thrown back and he starts to get pissed, he tries to pull Steele by the legs but he reverses and throws Wayde face first into the second turnbuckle. Wayde gets up and Steele hits him with a DDT. Steele goes to pin just when Sly Fox comes out rubbing his hands together. The ref doesn’t get a chance to count as he asks him what is going on. Steele holds Wayde’s leg up and sees no count is being made. Steele gets up and pushes the ref aside, then throws a punch at Sly, but Sly quickly turns that around as grabs hold of Steele’s fist and punches him before stepping over the top rope. He creeps towards the dazed Steele, who is holding his fist in pain, trying to get the big man off. Just when Sly is about to get Wayde disqualified, Wayde tells him to back off cause he wants to win this match by getting the pinfall. Wayde kicks Steele in the gut. He places his leg over Steele’s head and jumps in the air… but Steele reverses, stepping back, to the cheering of the fans! Wayde, though, is still telling Sly where to go, and doesn’t realize Steele is behind him. Steele spins him around and hits a Whirlwind Kick, Wayde stumbles back into the ropes as Steele runs to the ropes… Wayde steps out from the corner and is hit.

RIGHT IN YO’ FACE!

Steele pins Wayde.

1...

…2...

……3!

Winner: Steele

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Segment: There's no BK in Team (Credit: BK London and Jake Cheng)

It's been only four short days since what can only be described as the Mohegan Sun Massacre. Four wrestlers - four of the top names in ACW, wiped out before everyone's eyes, and why? Simply because they were part of a statement OCW was making. They were the pests that OCW fended off for the better part of four months, so each of them were eradicated - one by one.

Since then, most of the ACW roster have been much more alert - much more aware of what could be their fate if they possibly crossed a BK London or a Stephan Russo. There was much less talks about a rebellion in the locker room than there had been in the past few months. But with OCW spreading their message quite clearly and efficiently, there still was one problem that had to be solved - and it was the one between BK London and Jake Cheng. Two best friends, who recently have been at each other's neck.

As the scene opens, we're brought to the OCW HQ - which is a bit smaller than usual due to the locker room arrangements in the TD Banknorth Garden, but nonetheless, it managed to fit all four of them. The four members of OCW stood next to each other in a straight line, as Stephan Russo - the general, paced back and forth before them.

Stephan Russo: Can you feel that guys? Can you feel it? Boys, it's the feeling we have been waiting for - for a long LONG time. We've managed to strike fear in the hearts of the entire ACW roster, whether they want to admit it or not, and I can just feel that our plan for company wide domination will come to fruition...

Almost like a mad scientist, Russo rubbed his hands together at the minor thought of becoming Chairman of the entire company.

Stephan Russo: Boys, we are five of the baddest men in the company right now - and no one, I repeat no one, can stop us. But you see, we left each of those men breathing on Thursday - which is something I do not want to happen again. Normally, I would go right for the jugular tonight - but as you can see, tonight I am not Chairman - that Scott Andrews is. So here's what I am going to do...

Stephan Russo walks over to the pair of Henry McKaye and Starkweather who are standing next to each other, between BK London and Jake Cheng - so they don't get into any altercations. Russo looks up at the two athletic specimen and smiles.

Stephan Russo: You two, you two have not only defeated the former Tag Team Champion Road Steelers in a Tag Team match - but you have defeated the current Tag Team Champions - Jay Zero and The Senator - in a non-title match as well. As far as I am concerned, that puts you down as No.1 Contenders for the ACW Tag Team Titles, something that has alluded us for too long now. Starkweather and McKaye, while both of you show that ruthlessness in the ring, it is balanced out by your vast knowledge and veteran like mindset - a dangerous combination. You two need to either take the Tag Team Titles from Zero and Phillips, or take them out for good...

Starkweather: Well I just don't see why we can't do both at the same time?

Stephan Russo: Oooh, I like. Now, let's get down to business with you two - Jake and BK. Now, while you two have a match against one another on Meltdown - I do not want any animosity between you two tonight. Did you see how well we worked in basically decimating ACW's top four talent? Huh? That was unity, that was brotherhood, that was comadery. I want that same thing TONIGHT. Scott Andrews has gone mad and booked BK London against Jay Zero, and Jake - I want you in his corner.

BK London: What?

Jake Cheng: You have got to be kidding me...

Stephan Russo: Jake, I want YOU in HIS corner - understand?

Jake Cheng: ...

Stephan Russo: Do you understand?

Jake Cheng: ...fine.

BK London chuckles it up on the other end, but he isn't exactly off the hook either.

Stephan Russo: And you London. As far as I am concerned, I want you to keep your mouth shut out there and do what you're supposed to do out there and win. Got it?

BK London: Wha-

Stephan Russo: No no no, no talking. Zip it.

BK London: ...fine.

Stephan Russo: Good, now if you'll excuse me - I've got an errand to run.

Stephan Russo walks off, and so does the team of Henry McKaye and Starkweather - possibly to talk about some Tag Team strategies in the near future, leaving BK London and Jake Cheng standing alone. They stare at one another, and it's not exactly embracing.

BK London: So you heard him, right?

Jake Cheng: Do I have ears?

BK London: No need to get sarcastic I just wanted to make sure we are on the same page here.

Jake Cheng: Yes BK, we are "on the same page." I go down to the ring with you, and if Zero gets out of hand, I lay him out. It's quite simply actually, seeing as I've been doing it for years now.

Jake turns away from his tag team partner and toward Kirsten, who was sitting alone at the table, talking on her phone. He grabs her by the hand and they walk out of the room, as BK London watches.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Jacking Samuel L. Jackson's Steeze
(Credit: Scott Andrews)

As we cut back from commercials we see the handsome, young Chairman for the Day walking towards a fan with a drink in his hand. The fan turns and sees Scott, star struck. Scott takes the last bite of his cake.

Scott: Do you mind if I have some of your liquid beverage to wash this down?

Fan: N...no, sir. H...here, ya go.

The fan hands Scott his drink and the Scarlet Assassin takes a good long swig, draining the cup of its contents.

Scott:[/color] Thanks a bunch, kiddo. Here’s an autograph.

Scott pulls out a vivid and writes his signature on the side of the paper cup and hands it over the boy, who is over the moon. From the right of the screen comes Kevin Anderson with his camera man in tow.

Kevin: Scott! I’ve been looking all over for you!

Scott: What is it Kevin? I’m a busy man being Chairman and all.

Kevin: Just an interview, Scott, please?

Scott looks at his watch and then back at Kevin.

Scott: How many questions do you have for me?

Kevin: What?

Scott: I said “how many questions do you have for me?!”

Kevin: What?!

Scott grabs him by the collar.

Scott: What? Last time I checked, “what” wasn’t a number!

Trembling, Kevin spits it out.

Kevin: ...T...twenty four...

Scott: Twenty four? Do I look like a bitch, Kevin?! Do I look like an interview bitch?!

Kevin: What?!

Scott slams him back first against the wall.

Scott: Say what again! I dare you, I double dare you, jackass, say what again!

Kevin: No...y – you don’t l – look like a bitch...

Scott: Then why are you trying to fuck me like a bitch, Kev? Twenty four questions? I should’ve known...you always want all the answers.

Kevin daringly interrupts.

Kevin: If you would just put me down, maybe we could talk about ---

Scott slams him against the wall once more.

Scott: Oh I’m sorry, did I break your concentration? Oh you were finished? Well then allow me to retort... If you hadn’t noticed, I’m the Chairman for tonight, so I won’t be answering any of your questions, although I will say this; teaming up with Dan White and Kudo Yasuda against OCW will be a walk in the park. Me and Kudo have history together and we know each other inside out. Dan White’s always been a trooper and a wildcard and I think that we, together, can do some damage to OCW. To be completely honest I don’t care if we win, I just want to inflict some pain on those sons of bitches.

Scott puts Kevin on his feet and the interviewer adjusts his now crinkled tie and shirt.

Scott: So all I have to say is that OCW better be ready, because it’s time for revenge...and revenge is sweet...

Scott begins walking out of frame before sniffing the air and turning back towards Kevin. He looks at Kevin’s groin out of suspicion, and it turns out his suspicions were correct; Kevin had wet his pants.

Scott: As Chairman I order you to change your damn pants, Kevin, Jesus...

The Scarlet Assassin walks out of frame as the crowd laugh and clap at the sight of the soiled Kevin Anderson.

Fade Out.