Monday Night Warfare 10th November 2008

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Monday Night Warfare 10th November 2008

US Tour: North Carolina

Schedule of Matches:
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Chris Williams vs. Daniel Ness - Entertainment Series (Match 1 of 3)

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Sijweh Anguta vs. AC Evans

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American Made vs. Jason Freeman

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Thunder Train vs. Dan White vs. Jake Cheng

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Kudo Yasuda vs. Jake Steele

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Opening Segment: Pissed off and Pissed on (Credit: OCW - BK London, Jake Cheng, & Henry McKaye)

The show gets going without any mindless pre-amble; we immediately open to a shot of a massive bandage behind a rather large dome. Quickly pulling out of the shot, it is revealed to BK London in all his glory - and he doesn't look at all happy at the moment. And why should he? Last week on Meltdown, he and his opponent/tag teamer partner were ambushed by the same four men who were attacked one and a half weeks ago, and there was nothing they could do about it.

London sits in his chair, with his championship still over his shoulder - hugging it tightly - and a sour look on his face. Stephan Russo now enters the shot, and Jake Cheng is right behind the two.

Stephan Russo: Ok, ok - last Thursday didn't exactly go how we had initially planned it? But I see a good night for us tonight..

BK London: A good night? A good night?! I've got stitches across the back of my head, and somehow we're supposed to have a good night?!

Jake Cheng: I nearly got crushed by a bookcase for god sakes!

BK London: No no no Russo, something needs to be done - and something needs to be done TONIGHT!

Stephan Russo: You think I don't want that too, huh? You don't think I want to find each one of them and rip their heads right off their necks? Well we have to think of the big picture guys. If we attack them, they're just going to attack us back - we need a different strategy!

Jake Cheng: I don't have time for a different strategy! I don't know if you noticed, but I've got a sprain wrist and bruised ribs and SOMEHOW I'm still booked in a Triple Threat match tonight against Thunder Train and Dan White! And for what reason? Absolutely no reason! This is madness!

BK London: And then, this Thursday, by one of the fantastic ideas of Chairman Gingerdude - I have to defend my championship against either The Macho Man RDK...

A massive pop from the crowd for the old ACW veteran.

BK London: ..Hunter!

Another huge pop, Hunter hasn't been seen for a long time, and we could finally get to see him come Thursday.

BK London: ...and...and...

Jake Cheng: ...AND ME!

BK London: What he said...Things aren't looking good for us Russo, you better fix it. You're the Chairman dammit!

Stephan Russo: Don't worry! I'll fix it. Geez, don't get your panties in a bunch. I've got everything under control, I've got as much power as Gingerdude, everything will be alright! Got it?

BK London: It better be... And where the hell are Starkweather and McKaye?!

Jake Cheng: Yeah, those asshole could've at least helped us when book cases were flying last week?!

Stephan Russo: They told me they would be a little late, they got a bit lost on their way from Virginia down here to North Caro-

And with that, Henry McKaye makes a surprising entrance, through the door of the OCW HQ. And all eyes are currently on him. He doesn't really know what to say..

Henry McKaye: Umm...Hello?

BK London: You better have one hell of a reason why you were NOWHERE to be found last Thursday when we were getting our asses handed to us!

Jake Cheng: YEAH! And where's Stark?

Henry McKaye: As far as Starkweather goes, I don't currently know his whereabouts, but last Thursday we were preparing for our Tag Team Title shots on Meltdown this week. That was until we heard the news that now, the title shots that WE have rightfully earned are up for grabs with three other undeserving teams.

McKaye's eyes trail over to Stephan Russo.

Stephan Russo: Ok, I get it! I get it, we're all having a bad week. But I'll be damned if OCW doesn't get the respect it deserves until Hello Goodbye. So you know what? Tonight. I'm going to go give the fans, and everyone in the back a piece of my mind, and just re-inform the world that whether they like it or not - a new era will dawn at Hello Goodbye.

Fade Out.

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Reserved for Steele

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Segment: A very American confrontation (Credit: Freeman/American Made)

The camera fades in on the Fallout Television Champion...Jason Freeman. He is mere days away from his International Championship opportunity, and as a result, he carries himself with confidence. He seems to be searching for somebody. He walks down hallways, looking left and right, clearly having trouble finding said person. Suddenly, Freeman stops. He found the man he was looking for. He hasn't seen this man in a very long time. He certainly hasn’t forgotten him.

Freeman: Well…well…well.

American Made turns as he hears Freeman's voice. He wonders who this person talking to him could be. He seems to know him, but as far as American Made knows, he's never met this man.

American Made: That sure is a lot of “wells.” Maybe you should replace them with “I hope” and you might have better luck tonight.

Freeman cuts him off…glaring at him, not wanting to play this game.

Freeman: Cut it, Kiss. I want to talk to you because tonight we face each other one-on-one in the ring once again. Yes, we’ve faced each other many times before, Kiss. Many times.

American Made: No, I don’t believe so. If you check your match history, I’m most certain you’ll find that you have never faced “American Made.” before. Or better yet, you haven’t dropped a title to “American Made” before. *snicker*

Freeman: Okay, fine. Deny it all you want, but I think I'll continue regardless. Throughout my career, your face has popped up many times. Every time it has done so, negative effects followed. The worst part is that while we have faced each other countless times, I have never gotten a victory.

Freeman goes into his pocket, and pulls out a list that he obviously prepared in preparation for this encounter. American Made looks at him, slightly confused. Freeman starts calmly as he reads from the list, though with an obvious edge to his voice.

Freeman: March 15, 2007 - Thunderkiss and Top Draw defeat Jason Freeman and Wyldcard...March 24, 2007 – Thunderkiss defeats Jason Freeman in a ladder match for the Entertainment Championship...April 19, 2007 – Thunderkiss and Jason Freeman go to a double knockout...

American Made: Wow, you sure have had your ass handed to you by that Thunderkiss guy, haven’t you?

Freeman ignores him, and continues, growing angrier as he continues

Freeman: JULY 9, 2007 – Thunderkiss defeats Jason Freeman for the International Championship...July 12, 2007 – Thunderkiss and BK London defeat Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes...August 6, 2007 – Thunderkiss vs Jason Freeman Falls Count Anywhere is a no contest...December 10th 2007 – Thunderkiss and Snake vs Jason Freeman and XS3 is a no-contest...

Freeman is practically shouting now, and American Made seems to be getting annoyed as well.

American Made: Are we through yet?! I don’t listen to stories that aren’t about America!

Freeman gets right up in American Made’s face, yelling.

Freeman: DECEMBER 16, 2007 – AT WINTER’S DISCONTENT, THUNDERKISS DEFEATS JASON FREEMAN…JANUARY 3, 2008 - THUNDERKISS DEFEATS JASON FREEMAN IN A STREET FIGHT...

Freeman tears the lists to shreds, and throws it to the floor.

Freeman: THE ONLY WIN I HAVE AGAINST YOU IS AT RAGNAROK IN THE STABLE WARFARE, BUT YOU WERE ELIMINATED BEFORE I EVEN REACHED THE RING! EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I’VE FACED YOU I ALWAYS FAILED TO PICK UP THE WIN, BUT NOT THIS TIME!

Freeman breathes heavily…but realizes he has completely lost control of himself. Since his return, Freeman has switched rapidly from an extremely calm and collected state, to a passionate, enraged, uncontrolled one on many occasions. He appears to be trying to regain his composure, and has to turn his head away and close his eyes. This is no time for uncontrollable anger. After a brief silence, he turns back to American Made, feeling able to continue.

Freeman: As I was saying, tonight I will change all that. I’m a very different man than the one that has faced you in the past. And this time, I WILL receive a win.

American Made looks at him and while not seeming angry, is obviously annoyed.

American Made: I am going to tell you a story, Jason. A story about a tiny man like yourself named David. One day David was out walking around, macking on some chicks when he found himself in the shadow of a very large man, a man named Goliath. Now, David, being the tiny man that he was, was all nervous about losing out on the girls to a much bigger man. So what did he do? He grabbed a slingshot and put a big rock straight between Goliath’s eyes, killing him cold. So as you can see Jason, there is hope for you.

[With a smirk, Made leans into Freeman and informs him - ]

American Made: But you are going to need much more than a slingshot.

Freeman stops for a second...and holds up a hand. He slits his eyes and looks left and right, causing American Made to wonder what he's doing. Freeman listens hard...he had the strange feeling...that...he was being watched by someone. Is it possible? He shakes his head, and just continues speaking as if nothing ever happened.

Freeman: I don’t care what you say. These fans know who you are, and that’s all that matters. Tonight, I defeat you in the ring, and whatever you think it means, and whatever it says in the record books, EVERYBODY will know that Jason Freeman has defeated Thunderkiss.

American Made: That a way! Keep that dream alive! After all, dreams will die if we don’t believe in them!

[FADE]

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Match 1: Chris Williams vs. Daniel Ness - Entertainment Series (Match 1 of 3)
(Credit: Daniel Ness)

This match with a lot of hatred driven behind it was billed to be something great and that’s exactly how it was. Ness took the early lead with a dropkick only to get suplexed out of the ring right in the early goings. Ness came back in to get hip tossed to the floor and kicked in the head but then Ness hit an exploder Suplex out of nowhere. The end came when Ness attempted to kick Williams in the head but it got counted into the Boiling Point. Ness was set on the mat, 123 out cold.

WINNER: Chris Williams (1-0)

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OTA Segment: Peer Pressure FTW? (Credit: Jonny Spade)

So here I am once more. Another night, another match; as I sit on the sofa getting prepared for the match I hear a voice calling my name.

[glow=red,2,300]“Sijweeeeeehhh
OH
Sijweeeeeehhh”[/glow]

That voice only means one thing…the “evil” my father was talking about has come back to taunt me again. I sighed and got up and went to the mirror again and looked at him in there.

Sijweh: Yeeesssss?

[glow=red,2,300]“Oh there you are. I got a gift for you.”[/glow]

Sijweh: Oh really? Well I don’t want it.

[glow=red,2,300]“Yes you do.”[/glow]

Sijweh: No. I don’t.

[glow=red,2,300]“Yes you do.”[/glow]

Sijweh: No. I don’t.

[glow=red,2,300]“Yes you do.”[/glow]

Sijweh: How do you know what I want?

[glow=red,2,300]“Dude, I’m like a branch off of you. I know what you’d like.[/glow]

Sijweh: “…”

He did have a point after all.

[glow=red,2,300]“Okay look, it’s nothing fancy. But I got a mask for you.”[/glow]

Sijweh: Of all things…you got me a mask?

[glow=red,2,300]“Just turn around and take a look at it.”[/glow]

I guess looking at it wouldn’t hurt to look it over right? As I picked up the mask in my hands and gave it a look over, I thought to myself that this wasn’t a bad looking mask…but why does he want me to wear this…I just don’t get it.

[glow=red,2,300]“If you don’t like the mask, then you can just toss it. Oh and by the way you should wake up now, you’re going up against Evans in like 5 mins.”[/glow]

And at that point I realized that it was once again a dream that I was having and in an instant I woke up to my locker room as I was sleeping on the couch with that same mask that my “buddy” gave me. As I sat up on my couch I gave the mask another look:

And as I was looking it over a stage hand came into the room to remind me about the match. And as he did so he told me:

Stage hand: Hey that’s a nice mask you got yourself there.

Sijweh: …Thanks.

Hey what the hell right? ….Yea I thought the same thing. So I threw the mask on my head and exited the locker room.

End

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Segment: Thunder Train’s True Hollywood Stories pt. 1
Credit: Steele/Train

We all got stories about people we’ve encountered, right? Yeah, and some of those stories are usually crazy and entertaining. Well now, one of the biggest ACW stars is about to tell the story of what and who he encountered somewhere in Hollywood… or ACW Island…. Somewhere, whatever. Anyway, we now present:

Thunder Train’s True Hollywood Stories.

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We fade into see Thunder Train standing up in front of a green screen, and then we see clips of Thunder Train fighting in the ET Division against numerous competitors as he was champ. Over the clips we hear him talking.

Thunder Train: I’m blowing up at about this time. It was around maybe… June, July maybe. I had been Entertainment Champ for about two or three clean months and people are finally seeing me for the Entertaining Giant that I am. So, the big names backstage would take me to parties and we would go to big fancy dinners or whatever, I didn’t really care though cause I just wanted to eat and have some fun. I had even hung out with some real big name celebrities. So one night I remember me, Ving Rhames, and another member of ACW had went out to this big nightclub, named Club Indigo. The entire ride there I knew the name of the club sounded familiar, I just knew I had heard about it in some place, I don’t know. Maybe someone had got shot there. But when I step into the club, it had hit me. This club belonged to Jake Steele.

Clips of Jake Steele wrestling around the world are shown, and “Lost Ones” by Lauryn Hill is played over them in the background. Train continues talking as the pictures and clips are shown.

Thunder Train: I had heard about Steele before, at the time he wasn't really new to ACW but he hadn’t made a real big splash there yet. But his name was out there cause his parents had so much money they could wipe their asses with it and still have like 3 million left over for the next time they took a shit. Plus Steele was making a buzz back in Japan, and he had just won his first match at Omega Effect. So when I had stepped into the club, he was already there and he began staring at me. And when he stepped in front of me he had this glow....The shit was green too.

Steele is shown in front of a black background, with a big and bright green aura around him. He motions for Train to come to him and it cuts back to Train talking.

Thunder Train: So after that weird moment we started to hang out a bit. He showed me around the club and after the other people I chilled with got tired it would be just me and Steele. He was one of the flashiest people you will ever meet. He would take a girl and just lick her entire face right in the middle of the room. When everyone was watching!

Steele is shown licking a girl’s cheek, then he licks from her forehead down to her chin. He backs up and stares at the girl for a moment.

Steele - I’m Jake Steele… bitch. Enjoy yoself.[/color]

Thunder Train: But he always had this thing about me. He would always try to fuck up my night. It’s like he would wake up and say “Hey, I’mma fuck up yo day today money.”

Now Steele is shown talking in front of a green screen but instead of standing, he is sitting in a director’s chair.

Steele - He came into my club, and he was tryin’ to chill with me and my other niggas. He wasn’t on any minor level of partyin’, he was partyin’ with me![/color]

Thunder Train: The first time I almost ate him whole was one night at Club Indigo. I step in the club with my people. I’m looking at the food table...and a hoagie catches my eye but as I go for it I hear a voice yell out --

Steele - THUNDAH TRAIN![/COLOR]

A shot of the club is shown as Steele hops in front of Train and he takes his four finger ring and punches Train straight in the forehead. Train steps back and holds his head as Steele stomps around laughing and flashing off his hand. Steele is shown back in real time in the green screen.

Steele - I’m Jake Steele, my name is world renowned nigga. What you think if I punch his ass he gonna punch me back? Nah, you must be crazy.[/color]

Thunder Train: At that time, Steele was walking around with a big ring on his hand that said “International” on it. So when he hit me, I had this huge imprint on my head from his ring and he just walked around like it was nothing. I held my anger back cause I knew the hotel he was staying at and I knew my revenge was coming.

Cut to the outside of a hotel. Then cut to the inside where Jake Steele is sitting on the top of a bunkbed (don’t ask how it got there) and swinging his feet down as he sits on the ledge of it. He has his groupies in the room with him and he is mumbling to them.

Steele - So I was like “Look hea’ bitch I’m Jake Steele and I ain’t gotta take dis shit.” So I caught da muthafucka’ in da chin with a RIGHT. IN. YO. FACE! [/COLOR]

Just after that Train busts through the door, which instantly catches the attention of Steele. Though instead of being scared, Steele smiles and jumps off the bunkbed. He cocks his fist back like he’s about to do a replay of the club incident and Train’s voice comes in from the green screen yet again.

Thunder Train: I saw his fist, it was tilted back like he wanted to punch me again. So I grabbed his fist and threw him into a mirror which was over near the wall. He hit that wall hard, and immediately after he called up security. But when they had got there, Steele had one dude who was half my size and the other was deaf in one ear. I saw Steele getting up so I grabbed him by his collar and made a threat.

Train is seen holding Steele up as the guards get agitated, taking steps towards both men.

Steele - Guards... don't let da size fool ya. Dis fat muthafucka isn't gonna do a thing.[/color]

Thunder Train: Take one more step and I’ll eat this motherfucker alive!!!

The guards back up, as Steele sees he's serious and begins to plead with his future Tag Team partner.

Steele - Come on now Train… you ain’t gotta do dis.[/color]

Thunder Train: Did you think about what might happen when you put this fucking imprint in my forehead!?

Steele looks and notices the imprint. His expression then turns to that of extremely sad as sad music plays in the back. Train sees he’s sad and he decides to put him down briefly.

Steele - I-I’m sorry Thundah Train… I didn’t know. But let’s call a truce. I offer ya da freshest and tastiest hoagies you could ever dream of. And as a added treat, those bitches over there will eat yo meat, while you eat that meat. How’s dat sound Train?[/color]

Train looks at the food and the girls, then smiles and looks back at Steele.

Thunder Train: So how big are those hoagies?

Cut to Train on the green screen.

Thunder Train: We was cool after that, but it wasn’t the last time he almost became one of my meals, my meals, my meals…

Fade....

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“Old West or New Dawn in America!”
Credit: Wayde Russler, Thunderkiss

[It’s a new dawn in America. Millions upon millions of American citizens got out the vote just under a week ago and the ensuing result will forever be etched into the history books. They have a new leader, a new hero and a new Commander in Chief. Standing with them is a man who shares the same sediments, AMERICAN MADE! Though the Extreme Super Patriot himself is one that normal day citizens look up to, he, himself is overwhelmed with the renewed sense of patriotisim sweeping the country. Tonight he just has one goal: to keep it going.]

Crowd *chanting*: USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

Maxwell McNally: Listen to this capacity crowd! You’d think it was still election night!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Make no mistake, they LOVE this man just as much as he loves his country, and I’m not talking about Barack Obama. I’m talking about AMERICAN MADE!

American Made: Last Thursday night on Meltdown, I went ONE on ONE with one of the hottest young talents today, Dave Tyler.

[The crowd pops upon hearing the “Candyman’s” name. Though relatively new, Tyler has already seized his fair share of crowd support. A sure sign of things to come.]

American Made: That’s right, that’s right. Clap. He certainly deserves it. However, at the end of the day only one man savored the sugary taste of victory and it wasn’t the “Candyman,” it was your EXTREME SUPER PATRIOT, AMERICAN MADE!

Crowd *chanting*: USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!

American Made: I now stand before you as the Number 1 contender for the ACW Entertainment Title. It is a title that represents the future of this company. The newest of the new. The cream of the crop. The brightest of the bright. I have done something completely unprecedented in this company and that’s secure an Entertainment Title opportunity in only my 2nd match, and I owe it all to person. One woman, if you will. LADY LIBERTY!

[Made twirls his hand to his ear and cuffs it. The crowd responses accordingly by showering him with their approval. American Made, ring tested, crowd approved.]

American Made: That’s right, I fight for my country and what a country it is! This past week we experienced a mini revolution of our own and I have never felt prouder to be an American in my entire life! My heart pumps with the blood of change. You can feel it in the air, brothers. Change. Change is what the people are craving for and they are going to get it, starting right here in Alpha Championship Wrestling! The image of the American Cowboy represents the old ways, an outdated past the desperately needs to be replaced. In some places in America, time has stood still for FAR too long. Wayde Russeller, in case you couldn’t figure it out, I’m talking to -

Crowd: YOU!

American Made: You are a most heinous role model for our country, you beer drinking ruffian!! In just a few months time we shall remove one American cowboy from the oval office and make no mistake, another one will be relieved of his duties as Entertainment Champion even SOONER! And in doing so, I will capture the ENTERTAINMENT TITLE ... ONCE MORE!

Crowd: *GASP!*

American Made: I mean for the first time!

Crowd: *WHEW!*

[As the crowd finishes breathing their sigh of relief, they ready themselves to do it once more. For out from the back walks the very man American Made has just painted a big red, white and blue bulls eye on, ACW Entertainment Champion Wayde Russler! He climbs in the ring with a mic and stares into the eyes of TK]

Wayde: Wow, that's a mouthful Thunde....

American Made: American Made

Wayde: Oh come on! Everyone knows who you are so stop with the lies! You are going for your second Entertainment Title and I am not going to let you get it!

American Made: I know nothing of which you speak! This is my first shot at the belt and my third match ever!

Wayde: Yeah, Yeah, and Thursday will be first match ever because I am American Wayde! No relation to Wayde Russeller!

American Made: Wait so now your claiming your not Wayde Russeller? That's stupid.

Wayde: But that's what your doi....

American Made: No its not.

[Wayde get frustrated and takes a deep breath while shaking his head at American Made. The fans chuckle at the situation and Wayde decided to move on]

Wayde: Thunder, American Made, whoever you are. You come out here and talk about this "change". The change that American's needs. The change that ACW needs. And today I come out to say I agree with you. ACW does need change. ACW needs a changing of the guard so to speak. We need to clear out all of you old guys, and make room for the future of ACW, people like myself.

[Wayde points to himself as American Made stares in his eye.]

Wayde: You see American Made, you say that the American Cowboy represents an old time in America. That the cowboy is...outdated. In three day, we will meet in this ring and then we will see which one of us is out dated. You see I am the Entertainment Champion and I plan to stay that way. Do you think I held the title for this long just to lose it to a red, white, and blue senior citizen? Hell No.

[Wayde steps up and gets nose to nose with American Made. They stare at each other eye to eye for several seconds before Wayde lifts the mic back up.]

Wayde: I want you to listen and listen good buddy. You can call yourself whatever you want. Thunder Kiss, American Made, Chocolate Kiss, or King Kong Kiss. In three days, in this ring, I am going to kick you out of the title picture forever. I am going to leave no doubt in the world's mind. Wayde Russeller is the greatest Entertainment Champion in history and no one will take my belt. NO ONE!

[With that, Wayde throws down the mic and starts jabbering back and forth with American Made. After the two talk all the trash they can "Me Against the World" blasts on the speakers and Wayde backs out of the ring and up the ramp. He gets to the top of the ramp and turns back to give American Made one more look as American Made poses in the ring.]

Fade.

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Match 2: Sijweh Anguta vs. AC Evans (Credit: Scott Andrews)

MATCH SUMMARY: Both men are eager to show the fans exactly what they’re made of tonight, because things are heating up in the Entertainment Title division, and Wayde Russeller is going to have to fight a bunch of up and coming talent to keep that title around his waist. The crowd has already had one surprise, with many remarking on Anguta’s nifty new headwear; and it seems to give Sijweh some extra spark as he and Evans lock up and exchange some fast paced wrist locks and headlock takedowns. Both men being of similar sizes and both avid users of the junior heavyweight style allows for a very competitive contest; Sijweh able to lock in the Gone Fishing (Grounded Double Underhook with Body Scissors) early, but Evans making it to the ropes, breaking the hold, and an un-expecting Anguta receiving a Northern Lights Suplex for a two count.

After back and forth pin attempts, it is Evans who decides enough is enough, and he kicks Sijweh as hard as possible in his back; the crowd wince at the sound of foot on back. Evans goes for another pin, but a two count is the result once again. Evans decides to go to the top rope to try and finish things off. Sijweh lies in perfect position, but once Evans flies off with the Double Stomp attempt, Anguta rolls backwards. Evans has little time to recover from the ground shock before Anguta clubs him in the back, locks in the pumphandle, and lifts him up and down for the Ice Crusher (Pumphandle Stunner) for the win.

Winner: Sijweh Anguta

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“Pent-Up Sexual Tension!”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay

[Within the walls of the Double Penetration locker room, Thunderkiss feels at ease. Out of the view of the public eye, he is able to untie his mask and become himself, and act that is increasing with difficulty these days. Not only is this becoming a rare occurrence, but also feelings of satisfaction as his return has certainly brought upon some most trying times. While he has quickly become the number 1 contender for the ACW Entertainment Championship, he has faced adversity like never before. Gingerdude, Russo, RXS3 and rusty ring skills have hampered his spirits, and if it wasn’t for his “rock” FSX to ground him, he’d most likely wonder if he made the right decision in coming back.]

Thunderkiss: You should have seen Thunder Lame’s face! His reaction was priceless! I guess he doesn’t like being the new official spokes person for Weight Watchers for Men!

FSX: Indeed he did...but....uh...to put it bluntly, why is he still alive?

Thunderkiss: What do you mean?

FSX: Well the Thunderkiss I remember would of already raped the women of his family, murdered his father, and performed a love ballad with Bono. You know, out of revenge.

Thunderkiss: All in due time. I want to savor this one. Right now he has his hands full with Rattlesnake, and with me lurking in every shadow, his mental health has to be taking a major hit. Seeing the beads of sweat form on his forehead is satisfaction enough, for now.

[FSX is taken aback as he watches TK’s body tremble in delight, taking note that his satisfaction with his recent actions is far past normal, even for him. Connecting the dots, FSX transforms from professional wrestler to sex therapist and prepares to put Doctor Ruth to shame. Yeah, go ahead and picture that. FSX is an old woman, one time only!]

FSX: You need to get laid. Desperately.

Thunderkiss: Hm?

FSX: Well, the fact your getting off to stalking a guy is one of the telltale signs that Thunderkiss hasn't been with a woman in awhile.

Thunderkiss: As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. I haven’t felt the wet squishiness of a female in some time.

FSX: Yeah, and seeing I'm contractually obligated to whip out cheesy one liners...We're DOUBLE PENETRATION! Without the penetration? We're just false advertising!

Thunderkiss: Yes, TO THE -

FSX: Bar?

Thunderkiss: I don’t want a case of beer goggles to lead to a morning of regret.

FSX: Some kinda...bar that keeps the ugly out? Like a night club.

Thunderkiss: Not my scene anymore. Too many bad memories.

FSX: Brothel? One of those internet ones? With the free sluts?

Thunderkiss: I don’t want an S.T.D.

FSX: Uhh...the grocery store? Wait, you said you didn't want an S.T.--

Thunderkiss: PERFECT!

[Thunderkiss promptly grabs his jacket and gives himself a look over at a nearby mirror. Satisfied at what he sees, he yanks open the door and prepares himself one sexy grocery list!]

Thunderkiss: Let’s go shop for some melons, buddy!

[FADE]

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Segment: The renewal that leads to better results (Credit: XS3)

Before anything else can occur, the crowd jerks their head towards the entrance way as "Two Weeks" hits the arena. The crowd begins to cheer, although a few boos are thrown in here and there. XS3 makes his way out from the back, donned in jeans, sneakers and a Bleeding Through shirt. He high-fives the fans he passes before entering the ring and getting a mic.

XS3: Hello everyone… It's your "old pal" XS3 here. Now, I know what you are all thinking. You're probably thinking, "Oh boy, who is Matt going to take out his frustration on today?" You know what? That's not the case anymore.

The crowd listens intently as XS3 smiles.

XS3: Because as you all know, I've been in a bad place recently. I've had the audacity to insult my fellow ACW wrestlers such as The Senator and Scott Andrews. I've come close to losing my mind. I even urged all of you to boycott the next pay-per-view, which is something Ginger wouldn't want to happen, regardless of OCW's stance on the promotion. No. What happened to me this past weekend was three of my best friends and myself all went to a church service. The pastor immediately figured me out and pulled me aside afterwards. He prayed for me and told me to start walking a new path because the one filled with anger and hate was leading me nowhere. And now, I stand before all of you as a healed man, one who's ready to take on the world. And it starts with "Maximillion" Richmond and Jonny Hughes.

XS3 nods as the crowd begins dividing themselves amongst the two sides.

XS3: Now, as to why I helped Steele attack Richmond, Steele basically summed it up on Thursday. We're not fakes. If we were, our names would be OCW. But that's not the case. What matters is that Richmond and I, though he probably doesn't know it, still have a small bit of unfinished business regarding the feud at the beginning of this year with Demon Inc. He broke Ken's Les Paul over Fox's drums, both of which were cherished by the two. Then he had the audacity to gloat about tossing them out of ACW when in reality, they were released because they weren't quite ready for a comeback. I guess that same reason could apply for Richmond. You're not quite ready to return, in my opinion. Considering we have an influx of talent, which include such people as Dave Tyler and Chris Williams, Richmond's just going to get lost in the shuffle… Kinda like that poor Andrew Williams fellow. Wonder whatever happened to him? And Hughes, Steele retired you at Emperor of the Ring… Or so I thought. You do have tenacity, I will give you that. However, what you fail to realize is that the job was not entirely finished. Steele will bring vengeance upon you, though I'm willing to get in a tap or two.

Once again, XS3 flashes a smile before continuing.

XS3: And as far as Thursday is concerned, Thunder Train and I have a chance at becoming ACW Tag Team Champions. But what it all depends on is the public's perception of the challengers. Kudo and Scott, as good as a team can get, probably wouldn't want to fight Senator and Zero, the same two people they're helping take down OCW. A Whitesnake reunion?

XS3 makes a raspberry noise while making a thumbs down motion, causing the crowd to laugh.

XS3: So, if you want, I encourage you to vote Train and I in. Train would have a chance at being a two-time champion… and I'd finally get to taste gold once more. But until then, I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the ride. You know, the "not being on a show" ride. But you know something? That'd probably bother me in the past when in reality, I realize that not being booked is actually a time for self-reflection and meditation. I can concentrate all my energy into this certain little feud going on right now.

The crowd cheers as XS3 smirks, knowing full well he's channeling positive energy into something wonderful.

XS3: And soon enough, Richmond and Hughes will remember one thing. My name is XS3 and I will be the caterer to their final downfall. And that's not destiny. That's not fate. That's just the way it is.

And with that, XS3 drops the mic and "Two Weeks" hits once more, causing the crowd to cheer once again. He then leaves the ring and heads off to the back.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Paranoid, Part 1 (Credit: Freeman)

Everybody’s experienced it. For some reason, you feel like somebody is watching you. You know it’s impossible…you know that it’s just paranoia…but all the same, you can’t shake the feeling. It's constantly in the back of your mind, and no matter how hard you laugh it off, it just keeps coming back. Jason Freeman walks through the ACW hallways, having this experience at this very moment. He chuckles silently at his foolishness, but he can’t help but feel that during his confrontation with American Made…somebody was looking at him. Somebody was FOLLOWING him.

Sure, there are some people that have problems with him…and it isn’t completely impossible for them to be planning revenge at this moment. They COULD be following him...but it's unlikely. Everyone’s felt it before, but how many times have their suspicions actually come true? Then again…he did sneak attack Jake Steele last week. Steele was probably not very happy about it. Could he be waiting for the opportune moment to---

Freeman spins around…as he thinks he hears footsteps…but nothing is there…Nobody. He chuckles to himself again, and shakes his head…he has to think about something else. Anything else. He has a match coming up. An important one. Paranoia is not going to distract him from it. He continues walking, thinking about the match, and not at all thinking about the possibility that somebody with intent to harm is behind him. No, he’s certainly not thinking about that at all. He takes another look back for a second…just to see…just to prove to himself there’s nothing there…but something catches his eye. Did a shadow move? Did he see something? No…no he didn’t. He didn’t.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: *Generic Hype Segment for Dave Tyler*
Credit: Dave Tyler

As the show returns from the last commercial break, we see a dimly lit room, with only a single light emanating from a light bulb, which swings back and forth. The room looks damp and dank, lacking care and attention. A room that is located in the depths of the arena, where no one has been in quite a while. A man walks into shot, and approaches the light bulb. He grabs it, stopping it from its arching swing, and stands under it, look away from the camera. The light may not offer much in terms of illuminating the room, but it does show the name on the tights, running down the man’s leg. “Dave Tyler”. The Candyman.

Dave Tyler: Did you see the match between American Made and me last week? Oh boy, was it amazing? I mean, the opening five minutes! Holy shit, I’ve never been in anything like it. And that ending, when American Made…well, you saw it, so I don’t need to give you another recap. Let’s just say, I’m sure it’ll be a real match of the year contender! And allow me to say best of luck to American Made, cause I know what it’s like to fight Wayde and I hope you do give that bastard what is coming to him.

However, the match did leave me asking myself a very important question. Am I cut out for this? This industry? This job? This company? I mean, I’ve now been here for just under a month. I’ve had 4 matches, and have a 50/50 win loss ratio. Hey! That’s not bad. Until you read into my opponents. No offence to Ryan Styles and the other Candyman, but they aren’t exactly setting new standards of excellence in the wrestling industry.

When I’ve been put into matches against real wrestlers though, ones who people look up to and who I should be beating to make a name for myself…well. I choke! I’ve lost the two big matches, despite what I said about being able to back up my words. I call myself the Candyman, and that’s cause I’m a sweet talker. But really, have I been doing what I said I would? I haven’t beaten a single important A…O…. Competitor here. Wayde made me look like a rookie. American Made did as well. And despite how much I’ve talked about showing The Doctor what he did was wrong, I haven’t actually done anything about it. Sure, I’ve looked him in the eye and said I was going to teach him what it meant to be a real Doctor, but did I do it? Nope.

Hey! I’d still be happy to face him in a match, provided he too wants it. So Doc, dude, I’ll say it now. You want me in a match, you’ve got it! Cause I want you as well. I want a chance to prove myself, cause at this moment in time, I know I have yet to do so.

Which brings me on to my next point. This Thursday sees a very special edition of Meltdown, one in which the A…O…fans have voted for what matches they want to see. And luckily for me, I’ve been picked as an option for the fans to choose. I could have a match this week, and truth be told, I really hope I do. You have no idea how much I am wishing that I get this opportunity to prove myself. Cause I am so eager. I want this. I came to this federation cause I want….no. I need to prove to myself that I can play with the big boys in the major leagues. I’m sick and tired of not proving myself. I know deep down I am better than this. I know I don’t deserve to be losing. But at the moment when push comes to shove, I get pushed and shoved on to that mat for the three count.

Dave turns and faces the camera. Although his voice has been angry, his face doesn’t not reflect this. He wears an inane grin, spreading from ear to ear. A sparkle in his eye.

Dave Tyler: But that’s ok. Ever watch Dragonball Z? For those who haven’t, its about this guy...well, he’s an alien. A saiyan to be more exact. And they have this amazing ability that the more they get beat up, the more they learn. The closer they come to death, the stronger they get. And in that way, they are just like me. Yeah, I’ve lost. But I’m learning. Learning all your strengths and more importantly your weaknesses. Be it American Made or Wayde Ruseller, The Doctor or anyone else who I get into a match with. I may lose the first time. But that will be an experience in every which way, one that I will learn from. And use to improve myself. Every time I lose, it just motivates me to get better and better.

So when I do get to the top of the ladder here, the champion of everything…. you and I can all thank the likes of Made and Wayde. Cause they have taught me a very valuable lesson. Roll with the punches. Learn from your mistakes. And never…EVER…give up on yourself. And that! That is sweet.

Dave winks at the camera, and reaches up to a chain hanging from beside the light bulb and pulls it, plunging the entire scene into darkness. A manically laugh is heard echoing through the shadows, as “Dave Tyler: The Candyman” flashes up on the screen in big red letters.

[END]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“An Unexpected Phonecall”
Credit: Wayde Russeller/?

[Back to the show, we’re back to the signature Monday Night Show which is well under way! Is this RAW? No it is not, it’s better then that! Like Transformers this show and the federation that it belongs to annihilates all others that have come before it, compete with it and look to take up its throne. For like Transformers, Monday Night Warfare is a timeless and old antique classic. What makes it a timeless classic however? Segments like these involving none other then Wayde Russeller. Wayde of course who is the centrepiece of this segment is sitting in his lockerroom.

Wayde who after last weeks shocking revelation that he did not in fact manage to kill Mr. Red like he had seemingly set out to do is now sat in an armchair wearing a smart suit defying the cowboy look of old! Mr. X-Rated sits with his chin resting in his hand on the arm of a chair and of course due to current circumstances he isn’t very happy. His thoughts begin to drift off to his career and how it may – or may not – be seemingly over. However, before he can dwell on the triumphs of his career he is seemingly interrupted.]

*Bzzzzt, Bzzzt!*

[Is this a now discontinued Thundervibe that Wayde has somehow come into the possession of? No. It is of course his cell-phone. Wayde wasn’t exactly expecting any calls but he picks up anyways. Examining the screen he’s annoyed to find that the number has been withheld and of course for most people the instinct would be to just press the hang-up button. For Wayde, however, curiosity killed the murderer and he brings the phone resting it on the side of his head.]

Wayde: Hello?

[Silence.]

Wayde: I said hello?

[Suddenly, the sound of elevator music begins to play out of the earpiece on the phone. Confused as Hell and frazzled by this basic phone insolence he crumples up his face.]

*Bing, Bong!*

[The elevator music stops and suddenly there’s a heavy, rapid breathing. It’s not the type of “Oh I’m a fat bastard that’s been running for three hours solid” heavy breathing but the “I’m about to stab your face if you say another word” type.]

Wayde: I can hear your breathing… what the heck is this?

[The breathing comes to a stop and there’s a large inhaling sound followed by the of course opposite action of exhalation. It is then that Wayde starts to lose his cool. I mean, wouldn’t you if some maniac was breathing down the phone? I know I would. I hate it, it’s like wearing breezeblocks for shoes which is hideously annoying. Believe me, I HAVE tried it.]

Wayde: Talk to me N-!

[And that’s when IT happens. The first words are spoken, when a toddler it is greeted with celebration AND CAKE does it! But this time it’s responded to which mucho annoyance. It is a soft voice, high in tone. Slightly feminine.]

?: You’ve been a very… very naughty boy Mr. Russeller.

Wayde: Excuse me ma’am?

?: What happened to you Wayde? What happened to when you were a good boy? A man who… while may be lacking the intelligence of someone like say Bamber Gascoigne stood up for what he believed in. He fought with honour and he fought with strength of will. Not with a knife, at 4 o’clock in the morning while maxed out on pizza, churo’s, weed and a few too many Silver Bullets. An experience I know better then most people.

Wayde: Tell me who the fuck you are before I track you down and fuck you up! I don’t care if you’re a chick or not!

[Pause. Wayde is furious now as he stares at the phone.]

?: Oh so you’re gonna’ try and kill me too huh? God I wouldn’t want that fate. Once you fuck up something like that you’re determined not to do it again. Now Wayde, be a good boy and shut up for mommy for two seconds OK? Thanks sweetums. I called you for a purpose Wayde, you see we both got broken by the lights and the camera and dream of being the most important person on the roster, you wanted to be the man and I wanted to be the woman of course neither of those dreams are possible because we went the wrong way about it. It was our dream and the people trying to fulfil our dreams that twisted it, tore it apart and turned it into a living nightmare. You got pushed to the limit Wayde, it cost you your sanity and possibly your life. For me? I lost everything involved I valued in that life. You still have your Diamond and your money; I have nobody. I am nothing now.

Wayde: Who the FUCK is this?!!”

?: It’s your mommy, I already told you sugar. Listen honey as much as I’d like to talk to you for what may be the remainder of your life I must go. There’s a tragic, JUICY news story on Channel 9 right now about a man from Iowa who caused an 18 car collision. There’s men, women and children involved, plenty of blood splattered across the floor, the stench of death thick in the air. I really can’t miss this type of suffering, it’s too sweet for me. No, no, no, I just can’t. Besides I’ve gotta’ go make dinner, chicken pot pie tonight sweetie.

Wayde: You sick, abusive FUCK! Who are you?!

?: Sick? Hahaha. That’s rich coming from you sugarpie. I didn’t try and kill someone! Or did I? I have tried to kill your father a few times.

Wayde: I have no clue who you are and why you are accusing me of murder. I WILL trace you down!

[There’s a pause. Then the girl on the other end of the phone begins to talk in a sweet, sugary, mom to son “Your Dinner is Ready” tone of voice. She literally purrs down the phone to him. Whoever this is, she would make a GREAT representative for a phone sex company.]

?: Waaaaaaay------deeeeeeeey? Don’t get angry at mama. You know what I’m going through right now. The divorce, your dad rolling home and drunk and beating me nightly and the added stress of being so tired all of the time. Menopause is a real bitch you know? You should know better then to yell at your own mother.

Wayde: You’re NOT my mother you sick bitch!

[Laughter. That’s the only response he gets. It’s a high-pitched giggle that pushes Wayde further.]

?: As easy as it would be for me to deny that you are my son because of how much of a handsome man you’ve turned out to be and how much of a whore I am… well, at least how much of a whore your father thinks I am I have to oppose you and say that you are my son and I am your mother. Don’t take that tone with me and watch your language. I have half a mind to ground you young man.

Wayde: Fine. I’m hanging up.

?: Before you do that Wayde let me just say one more thing to you. You and me were both broken by the lights. We can’t deny that, we got pushed to the edge and we fell… hard. We hit the ground with a such horrific splat that anyone would think we’d been kicked out of heaven. However, just be glad you’ve still got some things to cherish. Truth be told? I’ll hand it to ya’, if you hadn’t try to kill that annoying prick and take him and that puta wife of his out of the picture someone else would’ve. I’m glad you had the testes to do it. You make me proud son.

[Before she can continue here little monologue Wayde interrupts her rudely on the verge of smashing something.]

Wayde: You are NOT my mom!

?: Hush honey. Bed time. I think that makes the two of us actually. I’m really really tired sugar-plum. Well I’m off to bed, night sweety. One last thing, don’t waste your time trying to trace my number as this phone is heavily encrypted It would take WEEKS to get past this and by the time you’ve done that it will be smashed into pieces at the bottom of the Hotel DuSade in Paris. Goodnight baby. I’ll see you when I’m Wide Awake.

*Dialing Tone*

[Wayde stares at the phone wondering just what the fuck happened. Did he? No… it can’t be. What on Earth? Mental constipation. Wayde then flings his phone at the wall watching as it smashes into 1,000 pieces making a heap on the floor. Wayde then kicks his chair over getting into a huff.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: American Made vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Freeman)

If American Made IS Thunderkiss, then we’ve seen this matchup many times before. Jason Freeman has never managed to beat Thunderkiss in his ACW career, and he hopes to change that tonight. Freeman stares down American Made intensely, while American Made mockingly gives him a confused glance back. Freeman charges forward, jumping and hitting a forearm to American Made’s head, and like lightning begins to fire shots into American Made’s gut and head, putting everything he has into it. American Made draws back from the shots, but then with one hand, shoves Freeman back with all his might…causing Freeman to hit the ground and do a backwards roll, coming to his feet again. American Made seems in pain, before standing up and smiling, having just shown off the power that has caused Freeman to lose to Thunderkiss time and time again. Then, to add salt to the wounds, American Made begins to pose to the crowd. They love it, and begin cheering, but Freeman just gets angrier. AM comes forward and brings Freeman down with one punch. Freeman gets up and receives another one. The fans are off their feet, as AM then grabs Freeman, and headbutts him to the ground. Freeman rolls over, clutching his head, and rolls onto the apron, before standing, looking at AM warily. Freeman realizes he is going to have to utilize a lot of speed, probably wrestling a different style than he has as of late, but he’s ready to adapt. He leaps off the apron, springing off the ropes, into a springboard dropkick, which causes AM to stagger. Freeman gets up, and charges and hits a bicycle kick, which causes AM to stagger once more. Freeman climbs to the turnbuckle, and as soon as AM gets close enough, Freeman leaps off the turnbuckle, looking to finally get AM to the ground…except AM grabs him out of the air, and powerslams him down to the mat!

The power of American made manages to have Freeman struggling for a long time. American Made takes time to beat Freeman down with hard, clubbing, strikes to the fan’s delight. American Made picks up Freeman and hits a big scoop slam. Freeman writhes on the ground, as American Made poses once more. As Freeman stands up, American Made looks for an early finish, as he grabs Freeman and attempts to lift him up into military press slam position! The fans begin to cheer, knowing what’s coming, but Freeman resists on the way up…and being that they are close to the ropes, he squirms out of AM’s grip and lands on the apron. As AM comes towards him, Freeman grabs the top rope and jumps sideways, bringing his legs up and kicking AM in the head….AM staggers backwards, slightly bent, and Freeman springboards off the top rope, holding both his knees up, before coming down onto AM’s bent-over back, extending his knees…to bring AM right to the ground.

Freeman continues to utilize some speed, now that he’s got AM on the ground. He hits him with a springboard stomp, and begins to wear away at him. For quite a while, Freeman is seemingly getting the advantage, surprisingly enough. Freeman even runs forward looking, for a shining axe kick, except AM stands up before Freeman can run up to him, and points a finger at Freeman, causing the fans to yell “YOUUUUUUU!” Rejuvenated, AM begins to punch away at Freeman, before hitting the box office smash! Freeman stands…only to be scoop slam’d again!!! AM holds an elbow up, and DROPS It straight onto Freeman’s heart! The fans are going wild as 3/5 moves of the 5 moves of doom have been completed. AM lifts Freeman from then ground, and grabs him in military press slam position! As he lifts Freeman up…Freeman puts all his energy into one attack…he shoves AM’s arms away as he is lifted almost to maximum height, and on the way down, Freeman swings his leg around, HITTING THE BACK OF AM’S HEAD WITH A MODIFIED VERSION OF HIS SHINING AXE KICK! Freeman almost lands on his neck, as he falls awkwardly, but the shot connected…AM wobbles, and sinks down to one knee…but he doesn’t fall down! He is struggling to get back to his feet…but Freeman bounces off the ropes…and…HE NAILS A SECOND SHINING AXE KICK! This one brings the big man to the ground…and Freeman can hardly believe it, as he rolls AM over…and covers…1…..2…3!!!! A momentous win for Freeman that he’s been waiting for his whole career!

Phillip: Here is your winner…Jason Freeman!