Monday Night Warfare 1st December 2008

[BK London]

Segment: The Show Might...Not go on....(Credit: Train)

He only had a few days to think of an idea to promote the show more. Was he able to? Well, not exactly. You see Train is a very busy man. He has a ton of things to do and one of those things is eat. That mostly takes up his time. But this wasn't just about him, Steele was also counting on this for some more of the spotlight. A reality show instantly makes you popular and various spin offs are awesome for your wallet.

However, not everyone has all the time in the world. Especially the VH1 executives. They had a deadline for Train, Hello Goodbye and Train no showed. Now we open inside of the same office as before. Train is sitting there, twiddling his thumbs. The three execs whisper to each other and Rob clears his throat as they are done talking.

Rob: Train, we have come to a conclusion about your show. You did nothing to even try and impress us or give us a reason why your show should stay on our network. That, along with the fact that wrestling isn't as big as it was before, has put a bit of a dent on our reputation here.

Train: You think wrestling is a joke?

Rob: No! I didn't say that, I'm just saying that it's more frowned upon now then 10 years ago.

Jane: And our network can't have these types of "embarrassments." It hurts--

Train gets up and throws his fists on the table.

Train: EMBARRASSMENTS? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Jane: Train! Calm down! No need for violence here. We don't mean to offend you or anything. You gotta admit, your profession is turning into a bit of a joke.

Train sits down and clenches his fists. He tries to keep his cool but he can't much longer.

Derek:.....I'm sorry Train, but your show is being canceled.

Train: Heh, I had a feeling you were going to say that. I mean look at what has your network has become. You say wrestling is a joke, take a look in the mirror, you will see the true joke here. I'm sorry to hear you guys say that, but if you want to make the biggest mistake of your life then go ahead.

Derek: Excuse me? If anything we are saving a lot of money by getting rid of you and "Money" hahaha.

Jane: Haha!

Rob: Hahaha!

Train smirks then turns around and flips the table over. He starts destroying the office, throwing anything he can get his hands on out the window. He picks up the chairs they were sitting in and tosses them out. Papers fly everywhere as Train picks up Rob by his necktie. He throws him over to the window and pushes him a bit. Now, the only thing stopping Rob from falling over 100 stories to his death is a simple little tie.

Rob *Choking*: Argh...let go....WAIT I MEAN....Pull me up...*gag* I'm really....sorry we have to do.....argh...this....ack.....

Train: Not as sorry as me.

Train lets go of the man and he falls off the building. Train simply turns around and smirks. The other two cower in fear underneath another coffee table.

Train: If you thought that was scary, you guys haven't seen anything yet. Steele and I are going to drive this network in the ground. Or should I say, deeper into the ground. In recent years you guys have been slowly digging your graves. And now, the hole will get bigger (That's what she said) and bigger and bigger. You guys are dead. Have a nice day.

Train smirks again and leaves the office. Nobody else in the place wants to mess with Train and allow him to leave with no effort to stop him. Train gets into the elevator and turns around, staring at all the office workers who have looks of fear on their faces. He smirks and lets out an evil chuckle while the elevator doors close and we fade out.

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Great King Rat (Credit: Dan White)

Dan: How the hell does he get a title shot then?!

The camera hasn't even faded in, and already we can tell that Dan is in a bad mood, probably with Gingerdude. A fade-in confirms this, as Dan angrily stands in the Chairman's office.

Gingerdude: Dan, be careful. I won't fine you for saying the word “hell” but it's awfully close.

Dan's swearing deal doesn't exactly make deals any better.

Dan: Dude, I don't care. I beat Freeman at Hello Goodbye. I owned his arse. It's now hanging up on my wall at home -

Gingerdude: - ew -

Dan: Yeah, I proved I was better than him! He just lost a title shot! Why comes I don't get a title shot?! I've not had one in months.

Gingerdude: Because he's more patient than you, Dan. And he's willing to play by the rules to get what he wants. Sure he does it in a very sly manner, but he does it honestly. You however are a nightmare. I'm going to be honest and admit that for the health of the company, we can't afford to be fined for your kind of behaviour. Not with this credit crunch.

Dan sighs

Dan: Whatever, I made him tap!

Gingerdude: Only because there were no rope breaks!

Dan: I would have broken his arm!

Gingerdude: And have to pay the medical bill!

Dan: I slept with your wife!

Gingerdude: I-er-you WHA-I don't have a wife!

Dan: Hmmph!

Dan leaves the room angrily, marching out and slamming the door behind him.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Match 3: Chris Williams vs. Sijweh Anguta (Credit: XS3)

Williams, having come off a hot victory against Daniel Ness, took it to a dude who we haven't seen in a while... I dunno, maybe he has been active and I'm just not seeing it. Anyway, Williams got off to a hot start with some right hands followed by a vicious series of rope tied knife edge chops. After failing to connect with a dropkick, Williams was defenseless against a snap suplex and a dropkick to the mush. Later on in the match, Sijweh attempted the Gone Fishin' submission (HAR HAR) but Williams held his ground and somehow turned it into the Williams Crab. Sijweh made it to the ropes and got back up, kicking Williams in the midsection. He went for the Ice Crusher but Williams slipped out of it and hit the Abrupt Stop. The crowd chanted for the Boiling Point and Williams obliged, picking up Sijweh and hitting the Boiling Point FTW.

Winner: Chris Williams.

[BK London]

Segment: Still United And It Feels So Good (Credit: BK London and Jake Cheng)

The segment opens up to the water splashing against the face of Jake Cheng as he stands within the bathroom of his locker room. It's been a while since Jake Cheng has had a locker room of his own, but with the result of the War Games match at Hello Goodbye - he thought it would be best to reserve one, to avoid the wrath of BK London. And after what just happened in the ring, it seems like he made the ring choice. He grabs the towel on the rack beside him and begins rubbing his face, drying it, and upon releasing the towel - somethings in his line of sight.

It's a little blurry, but black nonetheless. After a few more seconds, the blurred sight gets a bit sharper - and standing at the doorway of his bathroom is none other than BK London with a steel chair in hand. A bloody steel chair.

Jake Cheng: ...I hope you brought that to sit on...unless you brought it to my bathroom to clean it off.

BK London: I take it you saw what happened to McKaye and Starkweather earlier tonight then.

Jake Cheng: No, but judging by the stained steel and the wrinkles on your forehead, I can take a wild guess. Now, you wouldn't attack a man in the bathroom? Would you?

BK London: I wouldn't put it past me, if anything - it's less the mess. The blood flows right down the drain.

Jake Cheng: Touche. Let me rephrase the question: you're not going to hit me with that chair, are you?

BK London: ....nah.

London drops the chair on the floor beside him, and Cheng continues his way on out the bathroom.

Jake Cheng: Wait, why not?

BK London: You're more of an asset to me than the other two goofballs. Even though I sort of bombarded you with insults for the past two months, you still proved to be more of a valuable commodity than them.

Jake Cheng: ...did the great BK London actually admitting that I'm somewhat valuable to this team?

BK London: Just don't get mushy with this. Even though OCW is dead, Top Draw is still alive and kicking. And we have to make sure that as the legendary tag team, we don't lose our legendary status thanks to Gingerdude.

Jake Cheng: What does Gingerdude have planned for us?

BK London: For about 5 months, we tried to kill his company, and now he has full control again. The first thing I see him doing is getting revenge on us for doing so. You know, the works. Putting us in unfair matches, having me defend my title on a showly basis, even going as far as embarassing us by opening a Kiss My Ass club.

Jake Cheng: I don't think he'd go that far.

BK London: I think he would...

Jake Cheng: Why?

BK London: Because I'd go that far.

Jake Cheng: ...yeah, ok, I could see that.

BK London: I know. But back to the point, if we don't stand up to him tonight - he'll just walk over us. We need to assert our dominance, we need to show him that even thought Russo is gone - we still run the show.

Jake Cheng: I agree. And I vote you do it.

BK London: Me? I was hoping that both of us would go tog-

Jake Cheng: Nah nah nah, I've got stuff to do. This is all you man. All you.

BK London: But -

Jake Cheng: Yo, man, I got this….date tonight.

BK London: Whaaaaaaaaat?</Miley Cyrus>. Jake “The Chick Magnet” Cheng eh?

Jake Cheng: The one and only. Fuck The Miz, he should just go back to MTV where he belongs.

BK London: Oh for sure. Well I’ll see you later man.

BK London leaves the chick magnet alone, who looks down at his feet, wishing he actually had a date. But just because he lied to BK, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have some unfinished business.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Match 4: FSX vs. The Senator (Credit: Scott Andrews)

MATCH SUMMARY: The match starts with the two very familiar superstars squaring off with a test of strength, with FSX coming off on top to start with, but Senator slowly begins to overpower the Korean. The two trade strikes after a grappling rally, and FSX is able to kick Senator in the leg, toppling him to the mat. Fallen looks to hit the Defiance of Death (Corkscrew Moonsault) but Senator rolls out of the way. From here Senator locks in a knee bar and attempts to ground the high flier.

Fallen Souls escapes the lock and manages to Irish whip Senator into the turnbuckle. FSX then rushes at him to hit a clothesline, but Senator ducks and grabs Fallen in a double leg takedown, forcing him to the mat where Senator locks in another knee bar. It seems FSX is in trouble before he gets to the ropes and free’s himself. He makes sure not to let Senator lock in any other leg submissions, and with every sprawl from Senator, Fallen drops and dodges it. Fallen even manages to trick Senator to shoot, and then quickly side steps him to use his momentum against him. He then goes for a Silence Scissors Kick as Senator rises, but Sennie pulls away from the strike just in time and hits a vicious looking Partisan Kick to the side of FSX’s skull, knocking him to the mat. Fallen kicks out at a late two count.

Senator looks to end the match as he started it and locks in the Victory Lock (Shoot Style Figure Four/Heel Hold Combination) making FSX scream in pain. FSX’s legs have taken a beating so far. FSX manages to make it to the ropes to break the pin, but he looks to be worn down. Fallen looks groggy, but as Senator looks to hit his Filibuster (Uranage), FSX elbows him in the head and transitions into a Firemans Carry only to hit his Soul Transfer (Death Valley to Emerald Fusion) and covers him for the one, two, three.

WINNER: FSX

[BK London]

Segment: The Conference
Credit: Steele/Freeman

With Warfare back from it’s break, it seems that the stagehands were pretty busy during commercial. The camera pans over the ring we can see that everything has been set up for the announced press conference. This is set to be the return of our International Champion - and it shows. Dozens of chairs sit in the ring, with interviewers rapidly writing notes and adjusting their cameras to snap a photo of the champ. Even more interviewers stand outside, trying to get early questions and pictures. And inside of the ring a semi-long conference desk sits in front of the interviewer chairs, with a big leather chair in front of it and on top of the desk there is a microphone. Behind the chair are decoratory flowers, for show and all that jazz. After everything is shown in detail, we see Phillip Jones walking into the ring with a microphone in his hand. He looks out into the sea of interviewers and fans, ready to announce. But before he does, a interviewer stands up and walks over to Phillip, handing him a card to read off of. Phillip looks confused but reads anyway.

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to the press conference! I know you all have been waiting, and now is the time. Please, join with me in welcoming back the man who successfully defended his International Championship last Saturday at HelloGoodbye against Alex Richmond and Jonny Hughes… the One Man Dynasty, The Real Deal, the One Man Revolution … The Sexiest Man Alive?… and still Mr. International… Jaaaaaaaaakeee STEEEEEEELE.

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

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There it goes. That sound everyone hates but can’t help rocking their heads to. The lights dim all the way down, with the excepting being that of a spotlight focusing on the top of the stage. Soon, smoke billows out from underneath the stage as a hole opens up. Bystanders in the crowd try to lean over to see the man everyone has been buzzing about one way or another. With the cornrows and Armani suit now into view, it is clear that Jake Steele has officially arrived on the scene. His International Championship over his shoulder and his placed over the belt, Steele can’t help but smile. After all… he did defend his title without even being inside of a ACW arena just over a week ago. Still standing in place on the top of the ramp, Steele looks out at the mass amount of people all packed into the Baton Rouge River Center, and knowing they don’t want to see him back - he proceeds to raise his championship into the air. Clearly this is to the dismay of the fans, with them riled up by the fact that Steele is still as cocky as ever.

He poses for the camera crew, before finally stepping off of the platform and walking down the entrance ramp, photographers snapping shots of him as he makes a bee line for the ring steps. He walks up them slowly, and when he reaches the top he decides to show of his title yet again - what a asshole. Steele enters the ring and proceeds to sit down in his chair, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his suit and placing his International Title over the conference desk. He moves himself up closer to the desk and puts his arms on the desk, staring at the interviewers who are eager to begin questioning. Steele hasn’t stopped smiling, leaning over to speak into the microphone so this thing can get going.

Steele - First off, I want to say your welcome to those of who came out tonight for dis conference. See I had to take time out of my busy schedule, to answer da questions everyone been wonderin’ about. I don‘t got all day. Best believe I got plans to work out with da higher ups, so let’s get dis done. First question.[/color]

A interviewer stands up, he looks to be of African American descent and looks like Bryan Gumble. He straightens his tie up and questions Steele.

Interviewer #1: Alright so Jake, can I call you Jake brother man? Cool. All of the major news broadcasters have said that you were arrested on drug charges, particularly heavy amounts of weed and cocaine. Now, I just don’t get it. You’re a huge star, you’re the second biggest champion in this organization and you pretty much have it all. Why jeopardize your career with such a foolish move?

Steele - Before I can respond to any of da dumb shit you just said, I gotta clear the air on one situation right here and now. I was never arrested on drug charges, and I haven’t been in jail, in handcuffs or in trouble with da law in any way… dis year. See, if yo dumbass woulda done ya research, you would have known dat I suffered a injury to my ankle, which I had injured previously dis year. I couldn’t perform so I had to sit out HelloGoodbye at home. And without hesistation… XS3 agreed to defend for me, since he knew I was hurt.

And another correction… I am not da ‘second biggest champion’ in ACW, I am THE champion in ACW. BK London know he don’t want it wit’ da kid.[/color]

Another interviewer preps up, this one being a female with long blond hair and a sexy mini-skirt. When she stands up the male interviewers hormones start raging and Steele can be seen saying “goddamn.” She clears her throat and gives them all a sharp stare, before asking the question.

Interviewer #2: You say that you were ‘injured’… but you had told XS3 your call to him was being monitored. You have people listening in on your calls at your own house?

Steele - Alright I’ll admit it…

I had my momma watchin’ me while I was hurt, she been listenin’ to my phone calls since High School. Shit ain’t changed.[/color]

Some of the interviewers laugh. Steele checks his watch as the female sits down and another interview stands up. This one looks fairly normal, nothing special about him.

Interviewer #3: You’ve recently had a few people in ACW say some choice words about you… --

Steele - What dey say?[/color]

Interviewer #3: Well, one who comes right to mind is Jonny Hughes. He has threatened to basically make your life a living hell…

Steele - Didn’t I send dat cat outta ACW one time before? I’m Jake Steele baby! See, I’m not sweatin’ people like Jonny Hughes. Hughes is a thing of da past, but he just can’t take a loss like a man. I got much bigger plans for dis month, all of which don’t include Hughes in any way. He can try to make my life a livin’ hell… but hey I mean, just ask Thunderkiss. Didn’t he try fuckin’ in my plans before? Far as I remember, he had to get da help of a washed up Korean to stop da beatin’ dat I had Train put on him. But… just like Hughes, he doesn’t know when to pack it up. Dey don’t realize dat I and Train are da future of ACW…

Old men. Can’t live with him. Can’t live without him, right?[/COLOR]

The interviewers chuckle some more. Steele points to an interviewer far in the back and they stand up, happy to be hand picked.

Interviewer #4: Okay so, Steele, I just want to know. Will there be --

The interviewer doesn’t get a chance to ask the question, because “Ugly” by The Exies blares all over the PA System. More boos ring out from the crowd, as Fallout TV Champion, Jason Freeman steps out from behind the curtains, mic already in hand. He seems to have a bit of a smirk on his face, probably eager to interrupt this press conference.

Freeman:[/color] Jake Steele, welcome back! I'd like to talk to you for a moment. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something important, but I seriously doubt it.

Steele just looks at Freeman and leans back a bit in his chair. He rubs his chin, with the microphone in hand. He raises the mic to his mouth and responds, smiling despite Freeman‘s interruption.

Steele - FREEMAN! What’s up pimp? Had anymore niggas piss on ya back like R. Kelly lately?[/color]

Freeman:[/color] NOW YOU LISTEN, STEELE! THAT WILL NOT BE DISCUSSED ANYMORE! … Besides, everybody knows that that Inferno match was nothing more than a fluke. You simply got a stroke of luck, and it's nothing to celebrate about.

Steele - It is when you walk out with dis.[/color]

Steele picks up the International Title and raises it into the air. Freeman stares at the title, making his next point.

Freeman:[/color] If you remember Steele, I told you in a previous encounter last month, that when I wanted your title, I was going to get it. You didn't seem to take me seriously, but I want you to know that that time? It's come. The time when I decide I AM going to become the International Champion. As I am quickly rising to the top of this company, it's time to take that next step, and since you're in my way, I'm afraid that the luck just isn't in your favor any longer.

Steele - Aight Freeman, I love hearin‘ your priest ass speeches about what you gonna do to someone, or what you gonna take. And despite me already beatin‘ you three times dis year… let‘s hear dis one. What you got planned for me?[/color]

Freeman:[/color] I don’t have plans. I don’t NEED plans. I know that title will soon be around my waist, because what I want… I get. And I take. Those three times you've beaten me? I've already told you that I've dismissed the inferno match as bad luck, and the last two are in the past. None of that matters anymore.

He takes a pause, eyeing the title intently once again. Steele raises the mic, obviously thinking Freeman has finished, but Freeman raises his mic again, and continues.

Freeman: The fact is this, Steele. Since my return, two months ago, I have yet to be pinned. By anybody. I wonder how well you'd fare in a match where you HAVE to actually defeat me. In a situation where you can't get lucky, as you did previously. I deserve that title more than you, Steele. More than you ever will.

Steele - See, the problem wit’ dat statement is dat, you don’t deserve shit but a gold medal for most hours on one session of Rock Band. But y’know what? I’mma play ya game Freeman. One last time, I’mma play ya game. I’ll give you a shot at my title if you can impress me against da one man that has always had ya number. And Freeman… I bet he’s just dying of hunger to face you again…[/color]

Freeman pauses in his own tracks. He knows what’s coming, and upon realization his eyebrow raises.

Steele - Step in da ring Freeman, I want us to see eye to eye on dis… it could be a Kodak moment.[/color]

Freeman, still a tad bit shocked from what Steele is suggesting, takes a moment to stare up at the ring and at Steele. He cautiously but not nervously walks up the steps and he stands a few feet away from Steele. They trade a stare. Freeman moves closer to Steele, both behind the conference desk. Steele smiles and raises the mic to his mouth.

Steele - If you really think you deserve dis title, den tonight… you not only gonna have to go face to face with Thunder Train, but you gonna have to beat him too.[/color]

There is a momentary pause, before Freeman answers.

Freeman:[/color] Fine. I'll pin Train in the ring tonight, and once I do, you better be ready, because your title is mine.

Steele - I’ll be watchin’.[/color]

Steele sees the interviewers and photographers watching on and he realizes the conference is still going on.

Steele - Oh and uh, dis conference is over. Go home.[/color]

“Hustlin’ Remix” plays over the PA System as Steele throws his IN Title over shoulder, and he proceeds to leave the ring. He walks up the ramp, not even paying the slightest bit of attention to Freeman, who stays in the ring. Jason Freeman seemed a bit frightened earlier, but now, now a smirk is sprawled across his face and he may have a trick or two up his sleeves that none of us even know about.

[Fade]

[BK London]

A Design for Life

Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center]

It’s the day of the first ACW broadcast since the Hello Goodbye Pay-Per-View last week. For most it has been a week of celebration, celebration of the fact that the threat of OCW has been defeated and Stephan Russo has been removed from ACW for good, but some have had little reason to celebrate. November should have been a great month for Jonny Hughes, but as the old adage says ‘The best laid schemes o’ mice and men gan aft agley’ and this is certainly true in the case of Jonny Hughes. He had started the month on a high, having managed to persuade former Co-Chairman Russo to sign his re-instatement order and later got a stroke of luck when Gingerdude was too predisposed with the OCW business to put up a fight. It all looked to have fallen into place for Hughes to continue his war with the ACW roster and specifically his nemesis Jake Steele but before he could make his move he was beaten to the punch by fate, or in this case, the law as Jake Steele was arrested for undisclosed reasons and hasn’t been seen in ACW since. With no Jake Steele to pursue Hughes suddenly found himself without a purpose or direction and subsequently was not seen on until his match at Hello Goodbye in the International Title match, in which he was pinned by stand-in champion XS3. But now, after being called by his agent Brian Bravado with some ‘big news’ and with rumors circulating that Steele’s absence is coming to an end it appears that Hughes may have a purpose once again.

We begin our insight into the life of Jonny Hughes in his locker room, Hughes is sat on a couch around the coffee table in the middle of the room reading the latest Pro Wrestling Illustrated, with it being a few hours before the show Hughes is dressed casually, wearing a black ACW hooded sweatshirt and a pair of dark wash denim jeans over a pair of white LaCoste trainers. As Hughes, somewhat tentatively, flicks through the magazine he is interrupted by a loud knock at the door and before he has time to respond the door swings open and in steps Brian Bravado who is struggling to carry a large, and heavy looking cardboard box in both arms whilst holding his briefcase. He slowly makes his way to the coffee table and gently places the box onto it before flipping his briefcase on top of the box and smiling broadly at his client. Hughes looks up from his magazine at Brian.

Bravado: Who’s got the best agent in the world?

Hughes: I don’t know but if you do see that person make sure to ask for his agent’s card.

Sick Burn. Usually this sort of thing would deter Brian Bravado but as Hughes looks back at his magazine Brian’s smile does not fade much to Hughes’ surprise.

Hughes: So what have you got for me? It better be good or I’m gone, I’m a ghost.

Bravado: Do you want the good news first or the fucking amazing news?

Brian’s none-too-PG-friendly outburst grabs Hughes’ attention and he casually closes his magazine and throws it onto the tabletop in front of him before focusing his attentions back to his agent.

Hughes: Let’s start with the good news shall we?

Bravado: I just finished a meeting with Gingerdude and all the rumors you’ve heard are true, Jake Steele is back and he’s coming back tonight.

This news is most welcome to Jonny Hughes and a mischievous grin spreads across his face as he begins to picture all the horrific things he has been waiting to inflict upon Jake Steele since he lost at Emperor of the Ring. He rises to his feet and grabs his bag, unzipping it in the process before removing two items. His trademark kendo stick and something that is difficult to identify at this time. He holds the kendo stick purposefully in his right hand whilst running his hands over the smooth grooves of the bamboo, picturing the pain he will cause with the weapon when the time comes.

Hughes: For once we share an opinion Brian, this is good news. Tonight I can move forward with my plans for Jake. He will pay for what he did to me...

Bravado: Save the psychotic soliloquy for later big guy because I have even better news.

Hughes’ interest is peaked by this announcement, if Brian considered this to be the ‘good news’ then the...ahem ‘fucking amazing news’ must be something monumental, perhaps even career defining. Hughes figures that it must be worth hearing and sits back down on the couch. Brian’s smile spreads further as he snaps open his briefcase and pulls out a pair of scissors. He then closes his briefcase and places it by the side of the coffee table before taking the scissors and using the edge of one of the blades to cut the box open, he then excitedly opens the box and puts his hand inside before pulling out a white t-shirt.

Hughes: So...what’s this news?

Bravado: I called up one of my friends and got him to hook you up.

Hughes: Hooked up with what?

Bravado: It came to my attention that you’ve not been selling any merchandise in the last year or so. So...I decided that you could use a bit of...re-branding.

Hughes’ optimism has now completely faded.

Hughes: Brian...I’m not a product, I’m a pro wrestler. I don’t need to undergo any re-branding in any way, shape or form.

Bravado: Are you sure? I did a little research and I think I’ve nailed it. I looked into your background on Wikipedia, I checked your Facebook and Myspace and I found out that there’s nothing you respect more than the armed forces. I then found out your grandfather was in the Royal Air Force and I based the re-branding on that fact.

Hughes appears to be slightly impressed by this development and wonders if Brian really has done his homework.

Hughes: Let’s see it then.

Brian flashes a knowing smile at Jonny Hughes before unveiling the design on the t-shirt which you can see below.

credit for the design goes to Jonny Spade

Bravado: From this day on you’ll be known as “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes. Long gone are the days of The Shooter because that name got you nowhere. This new logo has massive crossover appeal in the United Kingdom and in the Forces.

Hughes: Mark this day on your calendar Brian because today is the day that you got it right.

Hughes grabs the t-shirt from Brian and closely examines it, he then takes off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt he was wearing underneath before putting on his new branded t-shirt which fits nicely over his finely toned physique. He then looks up to his agent and smiles as the scene fades to black.

Fade

[BK London]

Segment Title: Tear It Up (Credit: Freeman/Dan)

Jason Freeman walks backstage, recently having been given one more chance to get an International Championship opportunity. He had managed to earn a title shot once, but that went up in flames…literally…when he lost an inferno match with Jake Steele. Now, he intends to set things right by winning the championship. First, he has to defeat Train, of course, and judging by their previous encounters that should be a major concern of his. Train is by no means an easy opponent, being one of the biggest and strongest (and hungriest) men on the roster, and of course being a man that has defeated Freeman three times in the past. He is mentally preparing for this encounter, when all of a sudden, his eyes raise up. Coming towards him is a very angry looking Dan White, and before Freeman can say something, Dan is right in his face, already speaking.

Dan: Erm, dude, what the jizz? You think you can just come out like that and ask for a title shot?

Freeman looks at Dan, raising his eyebrows.

Freeman: Well, I---

Dan: If anything, I deserve it! I killed your arse at Hello Goodbye! I haven't had a title shot in months! Not for a singles title, anyways. You just had a shot, and you got your arse handed to you

Freeman: I lost because of the ridiculous rules of a match I was not prepared to compete in. In any case, it was nothing more than luck that gave him his victory. As far as our Hello Goodbye match goes, as I said earlier, I merely decided that pride wasn't worth a broken arm. If you think that I tapped out out of pain, then you're wrong. Had I been one to let my emotions lead me into career-hindering decisions, and decided to attempt to stay in the hold until I could bear it no longer, then you would have snapped my arm in half before I submitted to you.

Dan chuckles to himself at Freeman's words.

Dan: Yeah, I heard you say that, but I heard you shouting out in pain, and I saw the look on your face. It's easy to make excuses, but the fact of the matter is, you tapped out. I don't think it goes any deeper than that. I think you're just too much of a hairy gash to own up to it.

Freeman glares into Dan's eyes, but doesn't want Dan to get under his skin, so he just shrugs it off.

Freeman: Okay, Dan, say what you will. We'll call it a difference of opinion. In any case, Steele has already accepted, and after I beat Train tonight, the shot WILL be mine. Dan, what have I said since my return? When you want something, you have to do everything in your power to get it. If you wanted the shot, you should have taken it. YOU should have gone out there and demanded your shot the first chance you had. You didn't, and that's your problem, so deal with it.

Dan: Freeman, you’re nothing more than a fanny, and Train will expose that tonight, just as I did at Hello Goodbye.

Freeman: We’ll just have to see about that.

Dan: And we both know this - It’s one and one now, and that’s going to have to be settled.

Freeman: Oh, it will be. Eventually. At the moment, the International Championship is more important to me. When I decide that I’m ready to finish solving OUR differences, I’ll be sure to let you know. I have gold to win first.

Dan: Well, okay then, once you fail at that like the nonce you are, then feel free to name the time and place, and I’ll finish you off.

Freeman: I’m done with this. This conversation is a complete waste of time. Why don’t you relax, take a seat, and enjoy my match with Train tonight. It should be a good one.

Freeman smirks at Dan, before walking away from him down the hallway. Dan glares after him. There’s no way Freeman is going to get this title shot. He’ll make sure of it.

[BK London]

“Nightmare on Thunder Street”
Credit: XS3, Thunderkiss

“Sleep
Those little slices of death
How I loathe them”

~ Edgar Allen Poe

[It is a hard, tough world out there. To make it through life, one must rely upon the love of others to support them throughout the long, tough journey. Christine Irvine’s heart believes that she has found the “one” that will and has done exactly that, her husband Matt. Calling it a day up in their Canadian home, they retreat to the darkness of their bedroom to close the door on yet another day. Passion takes over the instant the touch of their satin sheets covers their bodies.]

Christine: I love you, Matt.

[Their arms entwine. She closes her eyes and becomes one with his warmth. Their hands move across each other’s body, soothing their flesh with their touch. Lowering her head and kissing her husband’s neck, she gets a return statement, though in a very unexpected tone.]

I LOVE YOU TOO, BABE!

Christine: Matt?

[The voice does not belong to her lover, but something far more sinister. Cautiously, she opens her eyes - ]

Christine: NO!

[And stares right into the face of her ultimate nightmare.]

Thunderkiss: Heh heh, YES!

[She leaps off TK’s lap and scuttles back against the wall, slamming hard into it with her back. She instantly knocks the air out of her lungs upon impact and cascades down onto the floor where her heart races as she gasps for air.]

Thunderkiss: Don’t fight it.

[She tries as hard as she can to crawl away from him but she is frozen; she cannot move. The sound of his foot steps get closer and closer until a dark shadow is cast over her fallen body. The icy cold tingle of his breath on her neck chills her body but it is the sound of the voice in her ear that sends her over the edge.]

Thunderkiss: Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.

Christine *sobbing*: Matt .... please ...

Thunderkiss: *LicK* Yum, yum.

[His tongue rolls out of his mouth and begins work its way up her shirt. Tiny drops of saliva fall upon her nakedness making this situation almost unbearable. Tears flow from her eyes and slide down her cheek leaving a puddle of salty water on the floor.]

Thunderkiss: What’s this? Looks like the bun is ready to come out of the oven!

[Her womb begins to expand to an unhuman capacity. The skin on her belly begins to sizzle and burn causing smoke to rise up from her body. A sickening sound of flesh tearing preludes a hand shoots up from the skin, a hand clad in a black leather glove. Christine’s eyes almost fall out of their sockets as the hand gives way to a sight that will forever scar her memories.]

Baby Thunderkiss: MOMMY!

Thunderkiss: HAHAHAHAHAH! Say hello to Thunderkiss Junior, Christine!

MAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT -

~

- TTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

[Her own cries save her from this nightmare and awaken her husband. It only takes a second to realize she was dreaming but the reality of the situation has touched her soul as if it was real. Unaware of what has just occurred, it is Matt Irvine who suffers the next nervous breakdown]

XS3: Christine...? What the--?

Christine: Matt! Help me!

[She clutches his torso and squeezes it like never before. His eyes scan the room and find nothing but solitude; there is no threat to be found. Confusion sets in.]

XS3: Shh, babe... It's okay, I'm here, what's wrong?

Christine: It was *sob* him, Matt! It was him!

XS3: Who, Christine?! WHO?!

[Her pulse stops. She dares not say his name, but she must. Eyes looking directly into those of her husband, she mutters those three sylabols that change his world the instant he hears them.]

Christine: Thunderkiss...

[His blood pressure rises and his body begins to tremble with rage. He has allowed his greatest rival to get into the mind of his wife yet again. As much as he would like to release this anger onto the room, doing so would only stress his wife out more. Instead, he becomes the voice of reason.]

XS3: Hey, hey... It's fine now. He isn't here in reality. If he was, though... Regardless, it's okay. You were just dreaming.

Christine *in pain*: Ohhhh...

[It may have been a dream, but the effects linger as if it was the real thing. The stress of the situation finally takes a toll on her body and she covers her protruding stomach seething in pain.]

XS3: Christine... Take it easy there... Is everything okay?

[Now it is her turn to downplay the situation. Not wanting Matt to panic, she blows off her situation and quietly returns to her side of the bed.]

Christine: It’s nothing Matt, I just need to rest.

[He does not question her truthfulness; he already knows something is wrong. Neither husband or wife will get any more sleep tonight. Minds conscious laden, they will awake the next morning knowing full well that this nightmare is not over but has just begun.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: Darkness and Light
(Credit: Bodhi)

It is dark, there is nothing in our view. An image of someone or something appears, but blends in with its surroundings.

?: Shhhh... do you hear that? It's the disembodied voice...... “Follow me, I will show you the way.” says the voice. It is so dark, how does one find the way... to the light? “Follow me” the voice says. Your ears guide you, trust them more than anything else, they hear the voice after all. And this is a voice one must not lose. It sounds so sturdy, so strong, how could this voice be wrong? And so you follow, further into the darkness. You don’t know where you’re going or even where you are, but the voice knows, just trust it, you assure yourself. “Should I really follow this voice, I don’t see the light, it just keeps getting darker” you say. “Have Faith” the voice says. “Have Faith” you repeat, one who has come this far can’t turn back, turn back and look for the light elsewhere? On your own? It’s too dark to see... and if this disembodied voice CAN guide one to the light, you would regret it... would regret not knowing. “You won’t see the light until it seems darkest, but have faith, you will see the light after that, and it is a GLORIOUS, BLINDING light” the voice says. You follow the voice, growing weak. The darkness begins to consume your eyes, your mind, your heart. Soon, it seems even your very soul, the essence of your life is being consumed by the darkness.

Just before it seems it can become no darker, a small, flickering, beacon of light appears, but not the glorious blinding light you were told of. “DO NOT FOLLOW THAT FLICKERING BEACON OF LIGHT ” the voice says. “IT IS NOT TRUE, IT IS JUST AN ILLUSION, AND IF YOU FOLLOW IT, YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE TRUE GLORIOUS LIGHT ” For the first time the voice sounds... disturbed? That flicker must be an antagonist of some kind... “Put that light out” the voice says. So, you move toward the flickering beacon of light to put it out, the voice hasn’t steered you wrong so far, it has gotten darker and just after things are darkest you will see the glorious light. But, you pause, you kind of like that beacon, it makes you feel good, it is quite comforting actually. Suddenly, a voice foreign to your ears “Follow me, there is more of this light that I SHOW YOU NOW, I assure you this is not a false promise, I bring this small light to prove to you that there is more, would there not be more that comes from this light? Or do you truly believe light can come from darkness?” the beacon proclaims. These statements sound so radical to your ears that it is deafening. You have followed the disembodied voice for so long, and what he said would happen had almost come true. He also warned that this beacon in front of you is not the true light and if you follow it, you will never see the glorious light. However, what the beacon says makes sense, wouldn’t this flicker of light have come from light itself?

The screen lightens and across the TV set is a pair of bright red lips, ready to speak.

?: And in that moment we all must make a choice. Many of you choose what you know is safe, you choose the voice. You put out that small flickering beacon of light and allow the darkness to devour your essence of being. And after that? Nothing, light doesn’t come from darkness. As a child your consumption begins, brought on by society, and somewhere along the line, you are finished off. No Light. Darkness.

How many of you choose that small flickering beacon of light? Not many, I know... But, those few who do choose that small flicker of light, those small few who ignore the voice, ignore what is supposedly safe, avoiding what they KNOW is truly dangerous and harmful. They are the ones who find the true bright and glorious light. Have you found it? Call me your beacon...


The camera moves across a painted face, up to an eye.

CUT TO DARKNESS

[BK London]

Segment: And That's That...(Credit: Train)

The scene opens up and we see the RSX3 locker room door. A mixed reaction of cheers and boos are heard as the door slowly opens. Out walks to Train, to now more boos then cheers. Train is in his wrestling gear with his tag title slung across his right shoulder and a full water bottle in the other. He drinks down the whole thing then throws it. He continues down the hallway until we hear a voice.

?: Hey Thunder Train! Wait up!

Train stops and turns. There stands Kevin Anderson. Train rolls his eyes then waits for Kevin to walk up next to him.

Kevin: Train, mind if I get a word before your match later?

Train: Alright.

Kevin: Cool! Now, over the past couple weeks, we have seen a different Train. You've gone from that fun loving guy to a bit of a serious Sam. Care to explain what's going on with you?

Train: Serious Sam? What the hell. Who writes your shit? But to answer your question, nothing has changed about me. I am still the fun loving guy that entered this company 10 months ago. By the way, I've won four championships in that time frame. I have ended the careers, or at least put the careers on hold, of various ACW superstars. I'm part of one of the strongest knit groups in ACW, RSX3. I'm having the time of my life.

Kevin: But, you went kinda crazy when you ate those snakes and stuff and you confronting Thunderkiss....

Train: My mind games worked, didn't they? I ate those three snakes and you haven't heard from Rattlesnake since have you? He made, his what, third or fourth comeback to try and shut me up and what did that give him? He was so scared of me he went crazy, starting offering challenges to people that would crush him. Once he saw what I could do and what I would do, he crawled back into his little hole. I'm not saying that we won't ever see Rattlesnake "grace" and ACW ring again, but let's just say I find it unlikely.

Kevin: And Thunderkiss, why did you attack and unmask him after his match at Hello Goodbye?

Train: Stupid question. But I will answer it. You see, American Made needed to be found out for the fraud he was and still is. X and I needed to show the rest of the "marks" out there that he was no hero. Our plan failed though. I mean we did what we wanted to do, for a second time Thunderkiss was laid out thanks to RSX3. And we were hoping for Gingerdude to finally come out and fire him, which he did. Then, that child of a man threatened to kill everyone with a tanker truck until Gingerdude gave him a contract. Then after he got what he wanted, the fans cheered him. They cheered the fact that the man almost killed them all!

Kevin: And what about--

Train: I'm not done yet. And now, we are put in a bit of a predicament. I mean, I can finally get my hands on Thunderkiss, legally, and kick his ass. That traitor, FSX, can also face the wrath of The New Road Steelers. So, D Penetration X, you guys know where to find us, and if you are looking for a fight we would gladly give you one.

Kevin: And what about your opponent tonight, Freeman?

Train: Freeman? That idiot....Umm....What else has to be said? I guess one could say hes been on a "roll" lately. And THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY! SO FREEMAN YOU BETTER WATCH OUT CAUSE I'M GONNA EAT YOUR ROLL! See, I'm still a fun loving guy.

Train pushes Kevin away and continues walking down the hallway. We last see Kevin's face, shaking his head, before we fade out.

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Give Me Some Of That Gold!

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

The scene opens to show Scott Andrews knocking on Gingers’ door from the outside.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Ginger: Who is it...?

Scott doesn’t waste time and just barges straight in.

Scott: It’s only me, Ginge. I’ve come to get in on some action.

Ginger: Well, what do you want with me?

Scott: How about showing a little bit of respect to the man who kept your business afloat and rid you of Russo and those clowns, huh?!

Ginger: Don’t you raise your voice at me, Scott!

Scott:Well sorry if I don’t think it’s fair that Dan White of all people is being given an International Title opportunity and I’m not. I think I deserve some sort of shot at ACW gold after what I did at Hello Goodbye.

Ginger: Well listen to me, Scott; if you beat Dan tonight, you get a shot. How about that?

Scott seems slightly happy, but not fully satisfied that he must prove himself again.

Scott: Well that works fine for me because I already know I’m gonna rip him apart.

Ginger: Well then there shouldn’t be a problem then, right?

Scott scowls as the Chairman mocks him.

Scott: Just you watch, Ginge. I’ll annihilate anyone who gets in my way!

And with that, Scott trudges out of Ginger’s office and down the hallway to prepare for their match.

Will this extra motivation be what Scott needs to propel to pole position?

Or will it all be a waste of time?

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Match 5: Jason Freeman vs. Thunder Train (Credit: Jake Steele)

As we return from yet another commercial break, the first thing we hear is the sound of the opening bell. Phillip Jones is standing in place in the center of the ring, and he is about to get thing kicked off. It’s a familiar match, one that we’ve seen before end in a brutal nature. But now with a more confident Jason Freeman, and a much more ruthless Thunder Train, who will come out on top? We’re about to find out…

Phillip Jones: This following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The End of the Tracks…

Phillip pauses. He puts a hand up to his ear, and seems to be getting told something. Phillip can be seen saying “Okay”, just before continuing his introduction.

Phillip Jones: I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems that I forgot to announce the special guest commentator for this matchup. He hails from Brooklyn, New York, and is the International Champion… Jake Steele!

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

[/size][/center]

Unexpectedly, the sounds of the “Hustlin’ Remix” is heard for the second time tonight over the PA System, as Jake Steele makes his way back out from behind the curtains and straight down the ramp. The people in Baton Rouge still don’t want to see his face and he still could care less. He walks around the ring, going to the announce table and having a seat next to ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison. Steele soul shakes with Edison as McNally tries to ignore them both. Steele adjusts his headset over his head and places his International Championship over his shoulder.

Edison: Pleasure to have you here with us tonight Steele.

Steele - Da pleasure is all mine Eddie. I'm feelin' like a patriot right now. You know tonight is already somethin‘ special, cause I‘m back, but it‘s about to get even better during dis match right here.[/color]

McNally:[/b] No doubt that you‘re rooting for ‘your man‘ Train.

Steele - No doubt, no do- Hey! What da fuck you tryna say McNally? Don‘t make me reach across dis table and slap you like I was Joe Jackson![/color]

Phillip Jones: Once again, introducing first, from The End of the Tracks and weighing in at three hundred and sixty pounds! He is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, he is… Thunnnndddeeeerrrr TRAAAIIINNN.

”Metal Cover of Gourmet Race” blasts over the PA System as the hungriest man in ACW today doesn’t waste time in coming out, of course with the loud boos towards him following with every step. He shrugs it off and makes his way down the ramp with the Tag Title over his shoulder. In the crowd, he sees a ‘Jason Freeman - Unpinned since return’ sign, and he pulls it away from the fan, before crumbling it up and eating it whole. He gets into the ring and sees Steele sitting at the announce table, pointing at him in approval as Steele nods. Train then throws his Tag Title at a unlucky stagehand and it smacks him dead in the face, as Train just watches on and laughs. He then rubs his belly as he await’s the arrival of Jason Freeman.

Phillip Jones: And his opponent, from Long Island, New York and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds! He is the Fallout Television Champion, he is… Jassssoooonnn FREEEEMMAANN.

“Ugly” by The Exies fades in over the speakers as the lights dim and out comes Freeman. Despite the quick look of fright earlier tonight, Freeman seems to have grown confident again in his abilities, with a smirk blatantly on his face while he stands at the top of the ramp. He knows Steele is at the announce table, but his eyes stay on Thunder Train, the man who put him out of action for an entire two months. Train licks his lips, while the chorus of the song hits and the lights begin to shine bright on the determined superstar. Freeman doesn’t take time to pose, instead just walking down the ramp and keeping his eyes on Train. Upon reaching the apron, Freeman throws down his TV Title and slides into the ring, and tries to ransack Train with punches!

*Ding, Ding*

Freeman comes in strong, throwing lefts and rights and even some kicks, trying his best to stop the inevitable onslaught Train will try to bring. Freeman must have caught Train off guard better than he thought, because the big man is falling back towards the ropes, having not gotten a shot in on Freeman yet. Freeman sees a opportunity and jumps into the air with a Standing Dropkick, which sends Train to the outside right near the announce table!

McNally: Looks like Freeman has a better chance than you think in this match Steele.

Steele - Beginner’s Luck.[/color]

McNally: What is he beginning?

Steele - How to not get eaten by Train 101. Dude been readin’ books.[/color]

Freeman sees Train landed on his feet and preps himself for a baseball slide by running to the ropes. He drops to the mat and slides but Train moves out of the way, causing Freeman to slide out onto his feet. Train goes for a clothesline, but instincts tell Freeman to duck. He stands and waits for Train to turn around, and when he does… enzuiguri! Train has his bell rung, and Freeman quickly hops on the ring apron. He looks over at Steele and smirks, before running off the apron with his knee propped up and aimed for Train’s face… but Train reverses by catching Freeman in mid-air! Using his brute strength, Train positions Freeman up in a Fireman’s Carry, then he throws Freeman up in the air and drives his gut into the knee of Train!

Edison: Maybe I’m wrong, but it looked like Freeman was going for your move, the RIGHT IN YO’ FACE before Train caught him.

Steele - You don’t try to do my fuckin’ move, no one tries dat move. Freeman just found dat out da hard way.[/color]

Train picks Freeman up by the hair and takes him over to the barricade. He props him up on it so that now Freeman is standing up. Train reaches for Freeman’s throat with both of his massive hands and looks to be going for a Avalanche Choke-Toss. He doesn’t get a chance though as Freeman kicks Train in the side of the head, ultimately breaking the clutching hold. Freeman tries to catch his balance as Train stands dazed a tad bit. Freeman clamps his fist together for a Double Axe Handle! But no! Train throws his boot up and Heart Kicks Freeman in the chest! Sending him over the barricade and into the crowd area.

Steele - Jesus Christ Train! You gonna wind up killin’ dude![/color]

McNally: That kick looked absolutely lethal! We have to take another look!

[REPLAY]
Freeman was looking to go for a Double Axe Handle, but his plan seriously backfired as Train lunged his boot directly into Freeman’s chest and sent the Television Champion flying into the crowd.

Referee Carter Donovan is counting in the ring and he has reached a count of 7. Train hears the counting and goes into the ring. He just looks at Donovan and he stops his counting altogether. Train leaves back out of the ring, and heads right back over to the barricade. He reaches over the barricade and punches down, seemingly hitting Freeman in the face. He lifts Freeman up and over the barricade, carrying him in a spine buster position. Train does a evil type of smile and rams Freeman’s back into the turnbuckle corner with the Full Steam Ahead! Train keeping him pressed against the corner after the move as he looks out into the crowd. They are booing him, but Steele is clapping at Train’s efforts to end Freeman. Train keeps Freeman held up and slides him into the ring. Train follows behind, and pins.

1...

…2...

….3-No! What!?

Steele - What da fuck?[/color]

Edison:[/color] Freeman is on a mission Steele!

Steele - Train needs to fission mailed Freeman![/color]

Freeman somehow gets the arm up and Train says “What the fuck!”. Usually it doesn’t take this much to kill Freeman, but it’s clear that tonight Freeman is determined. Train picks him up and puts him over in the corner backwards, clearly seeing that toying around with Freeman is over and it’s time to end this match. He lifts up his almost lifeless body and carries him off of the turnbuckle. Train throws him off with the OM NOM BOMB!

[BK London]

NO!

Freeman gets a second wind and leaps off of Train’s attempted OM NOM BOMB, and hit’s the mat standing on his feet. Freeman sees Train up and charging for a clothesline, but Freeman falls to the mat dodging it and rolling out of the ring, then under it. Train is getting angry now, going out of the ring and looking for Freeman. He lifts up the aprons and yells his name, but he doesn’t see him. Train goes all around the ring looking for him, before sliding back into the ring and asking the ref where is he? Donovan is just as clueless, so he asks Phillip Jones “what part of the ring did he go under?”. With Carter Donovan’s back turned, Freeman slides from under the ring with a very special friend of his… a lead pipe. With Train not noticing this, Freeman pops up behind him and low blows him! Train falls to his knees in distinct pain. Freeman throws the pipe out of the ring, and he sees his chance.

He runs to the ropes and steps up on Train’s back…

SHINING AXE KICK!

Freeman quickly hooks the leg of Train, wiggling his legs back and forth in excitement. Donovan sees the pin and covers it…

1...

…2.…

……..3!

*Ding, Ding*

Phillip Jones: Your winner…. Jason Freeman!

Steele - Well there it is then. Freeman got da job done.[/color]

Edison:[/color] Why didn’t you tell the ref Freeman was cheating!?

Steele - Freeman wanted to prove he could beat Train, right? And by doin’ what he just did… he proved he could, by any means. Freeman has officially got da attention of da International Champion…[/color]

As “Ugly” by The Exies plays in the background, Freeman is handed his TV Title after yet another win over one of his former rivals. He grabs the ropes, holding the back of his head and raising his title into the air. He pulls himself up and keeps it raised as Steele has gotten up from his seat. He picks his own International Title up and walks around the ring, staring at Freeman. Freeman sees this and returns the glare, now knowing a shot at the International status he desires so much could be in the near future. Steele makes his way up the ramp, turning his back to Freeman as the scene fades out to a commercial break.

[BK London]

One Way Or Another

Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center]

Well, it’s official. Jake Steele’s ACW hiatus is over and he has made his return to the promotion, making Jonny Hughes one happy camper and fresh from having watched Steele’s press conference Hughes and his agent Brian Bravado are making their way to see ACW Chairman Jonathan Gingerdude. Hughes looks more focused and determined than he did when we saw him earlier and is walking with purpose down the corridor towards Gingerdude’s office, weaving his way in and out of crew members and runner that litter that backstage area of the ACW Arena. He stops when he reaches the door but before he has time to knock he is interrupted by ACW Interviewer and good friend Charlotte King who is dressed, as always, in a stunning dress that draws cheers from the male members of the audience, most of whom are immediately reprimanded by their partners and spouses, Hughes smiles when he notices Charlotte and stops in his tracks signalling to her that he is willing to give an interview. His agent Brian Bravado is trying to work his way into the camera shot and is sporting one of Hughes’ new t-shirts underneath his suit jacket, giving his client some free advertising in the process. Brian is also carrying a large black duffle bag of Jonny Hughes merchandise which he has been handing out to everybody and anybody who will take one.

Charlotte King: Charlotte King here ladies and gentlemen and I am pleased to be joined at this time by ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes who has j-

Before Charlotte King can finish her sentence she is interrupted and practically shoved by Brian Bravado.

Bravado: Hold on a minute there toots! You gotta get your facts straight before you start your interview honey.

Charlotte: Excuse me?

Bravado: Well if you opened your pretty little eyes and took a look around you’d see that the days of ‘The Shooter’ are long gone and we ushering in a new era. The ‘Spitfire’ era.

Charlotte still looks a little confused until she spots the t-shirt Hughes is wearing and realises her mistake.

Charlotte: Oh...so it’s ‘Spitfire’ Jonny Hughes now?

Hughes and Bravado nod in unison.

Charlotte: In that case. Ladies and Gentlemen I am joined here at this time by ‘Spitfire’ Jonny Hughes. Jonny, your long time rival Jake Steele, a man you were expecting to face at Hello Goodbye made his return to ACW television, how does that make you feel?

Hughes: Charlotte, this is most welcome news because it allows me the chance to get my hands on the coward, liar and fraud that is Jake Steele. The man who goaded me into signing a ‘Loser Leaves ACW’ contract for Emperor of the Ring knowing that a man of dignity and integrity such as myself will never back down from a challenge. In fact Charlotte, that’s why I’m here, Brian and I have decided to play things by the book for a change and we made an appointment with our Chairman to discuss the situation between Jake Steele and myself, in fact you’re more than welcome to be a fly on the wall as it were.

Hughes and Bravado open the door to Ginger’s office and motion for both Charlotte King and the ACW cameraman to follow them into the room. Ginger looks up at the trio, not including the cameraman, who in wrestling context is a non-entity of course, and motions for them to sit down. Charlotte King decides to position herself, and her microphone, between Hughes and Ginger so she can get in on the action.

Ginger: What can I do for you today Gentlemen?...and lady

Bravado: I think we all know by now what my client wants Ginger. The only question that remains if when will you deliver?

Ginger: I’m sorry but I’m not following...

Hughes: Steele...I want Jake Steele.

Ginger reclines in his chair as a wide smile spreads across his face, he chuckles to himself and lets out a sigh.

Ginger: Oh Jonny...If you want Jake Steele you’ll have to get in line friend. It would appear that Steele is a marked man, in fact this isn’t the first time I’ve had this conversation today.

Bravado: Cut the crap Ginger, is my client getting his shot at Jake Steele or not?

Ginger: In a word...no.

Both Hughes and Bravado look extremely pissed off at this news, Bravado bangs his fist on the desk in a melodramatic fashion that causes everyone, with the exception of Jonny Hughes, to recoil in shock. Hughes meanwhile is holding his fist to his mouth in frustration.

Hughes: So what can you offer me Ginger? Right now I’m not in a good place and when I’m not happy...I can be driven to do certain...things which would make your life a lot more complicated and I’d hate to be the person who dampens your seemingly euphoric mood.

Ginger: Relax... I’m working on something that’ll satisfy everyone’s needs.

Hughes and Bravado shoot each other frustrated and rather sceptical glances.

Hughes: Well while you’re doing that I’ve got some business to take care of.

Hughes and Bravado get to their feet and start to make their way towards the door when Gingerdude interrupts.

Ginger: Don’t do anything stupid Hughes. Like I said, I’m working on something which will satisfy everyone’s needs, including yours.

Hughes: Well that remains to be seen so in the meantime I’m going to a find a way to satisfy my needs tonight.

And with that Hughes and Bravado head out the door leaving Ginger and Charlotte stood by his desk as we fade

Fade