Thursday Night Meltdown 4th December 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Thursday Night Meltdown 4th December 2008

ACW Manifest Destiny Tour: Dallas, Texas

Schedule of Matches:
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Josh Robertson vs. Alex Trixer

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Jonny Hughes vs. Henry McKaye

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Jay Zero vs. Sijweh Anguta

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XS3 vs. Thunderkiss

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BK London vs. Dave Tyler

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: You want the belt? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE BELT! (Credit: BK London/Jay Zero)

IT’S AMAZING

I'M THE REASON

EVERYBODY'S FIRED UP THIS EVENING

There’s barely time for anyone to draw breath as Meltdown commences; the drums of "Amazing" by Kanye West continue to pound through the PA system and throughout the entire ACW arena as the fans of the American Airlines Arena in Texas waste no time booing the ACW Champion. The arena plunges not into darkness, but into the red light district similar to something as Kane's entrance. Stepping out onto the stage is none other than BK London, he stands at the top of the stage and doesn't exactly look too happy. Wasting no time surveying the ring, he walks down the long ramp, attired in his own wrestling singlet for his match up later tonight and he quickly hops up onto the apron. Before entering the ring, he stares at the fans of Dallas, Texas, and the heat BK London recieving is massive.

London now enters the ring and he grabs the microphone from Phillip. Phillip scurries out of the ring to avoid any real physical contact with the champion, and as the third chorus comes to a close - so does the entrance. The lights return to their previous state, and the fans begin to die down a bit. BK London looks on with a grimacing expression at the crowd, almost in disgust as he stares at the 17,000 fans that surround him. London adjusts the championship on his shoulder and now he begins to speak.[/i]

BK London: You know, I have something to get off of my chest so I would really appreciate it if you hick fans would shut your damn mouths!

And just like that, the boos from the crowd increase in magnitude, and it nearly blows the roof off of the arena. A son on his father's shoulders even gets some camera time as he gives London a thumbs down, and the champion can't help but smirk a bit.

BK London: You know, it's just like you people in Texas. You people just can't handle it that this is the worst state in the entire United States can you? So you have to take your aggression out on me. You know what comes out of Texas? Three absolutely abysmal things, Mexicans, The Dallas Cowboys, and George W. Bush!

Even more heat, than humanly imaginable.

BK London: Oh yeah, who beat the Cowboys in the Divisional Playoffs last year? The NEW YORK GIANTS!

More heat, but plenty of cheers come in when Brooks Bollinger and Tony Romo of the Dallas Cowboys get a camera shot from the front row. They hold up their Dallas Cowboy jersey and BK London chuckles at them.

BK London: Oh isn't that cute. You guys want to stand up for your little team? Just don't bring your girlfriend around anymore Romo, we don't want you to - choke.

Ooooooohh.

Hard blow.

BK London chuckles to himself, but then gets back to the task at hand instead of insulting football teams.

BK London: But don't worry Romo, you won't be the only one who chokes this year, oh no - because you see at Winter's Discontent, I find myself going up against a man - nay - a BOY, who truly believes that he deserves a championship shot. Who truly believes that he - HE of all people - is good enough to be World Champion. That boy, is named Jay Zero.

A huge pop from the fans as Jay Zero's name is said, the fans may have not been behind Jay Zero early in his career - but they are sure as hell behind him now.

BK London: Now many of you think that Jay Zero will finally be the one to take this championship away from me? And why? Because you've just got this feeling. You've got this false hope in him, that he - out of all the accomplished challengers that have faced me over the past couple of months - will beat me. You think that my time is nearing an end, you think that it's time to dawn a new era on ACW, you think that Jay Zero will usher us into a new beginning . So I ask you all, why so much confidence in that one boy? No - forget you all, I want to ask Jay Zero a question. I want to ask him, What makes YOU think that you have what it takes boy? What makes YOU different from the rest of the challengers that have stepped up? Each challenger that has stepped up, I have mowed right back down and embarassed them in front of THOUSANDS.

BK London walks towards the ropes and points to the fans.

BK London: You ALL saw it! Each and every one of you saw it, so don't lie to yourselves. Laureano, Fallen, Phillips, Yasuda, Irvine, Red, Andrews - hell even Gingerdude - each in the past couple of months, they have all fell to my feet, and all of you watched - and I know YOU Zero, you watched most intently. Since the summer, you have asked - NO - demanded a championship shot, but each month you were denied. And each month, while you fought whoever you fought, you made sure you paid close attention to the main event scene. You paid attention to me. You saw what I am capable of, so I ask you one question, are you really ready? Do you truly know what you've got yourself into? You ask yourself that Zero.

The champ gets ready to leave the ring as he hands the mic over to Phillip, but before he can do so, a very familiar them sounds throughout the arena.

As "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet begins to blast into the eardrums of each and every single person watching both here or at home, the lights remain normal instead of dying down and cuing certain spotlights. Instead, as the crowd jumps to their feet, Jay Zero wastes no time in breaking his way out onto the top of the entrance ramp in a fast paced walk down towards the ring. Wearing street clothes such as dark blue jeans, and a black logo tee, Zero really doesn't look as if he was prepared for any physical altercations with the champ here tonight. With a microphone already in hand, Zero stares down the Champion as he grows closer and closer towards the ring. Reaching the ring, Zero slides underneath the bottom rope and quickly hops to his feet while BK backs up, giving the challenger some room. As Zero readies himself, beginning to circle around the ring a tad bit, his music fades out, leaving these two men to confront each other face to face.

BK London: Ah. Speak of the boy.

Zero: Oh shut your goddamn smug little trap London, nobody wants to hear it!

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The crowd cheers as BK sighs and Zero paces back and forth alongside the ropes.

Zero: What makes me think that I got what it takes? Hm... What makes me different from all the other challengers? Pft. Easy. See BK, what separates me from the guys like Scott Andrews...

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The crowd cheers for the hot-heated favorite.

Zero: Kudo Yasuda...

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Wooooo!

Zero: And The Senator!

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Do I really need to explain this one?

Zero: ...Is that while in all they may have their specialties and strengths...
...You can - NEVER - take away from the fact... well to put it quite simply:
They're not Jay Zero!

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And he's heard enough. BK takes a stand.

BK London: And even then, you can't take away from the fact that while you MAY be Jay Zero - you'll still end up like each and every one of those guys!

Booo.

Zero: Yeah? And what makes you think that?

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BK London: Because you're not cold enough to take me down! You've gone too soft Zero and well honestly, you'd have a better chance if you did save that contract until I was already beaten and tired! Not very likely, but still!

Zero: What, like so if I actually did that you'd just get up and be alright with it? Screw you! If that was the case, all I'd hear is bitch-bitch-bitch, whine-whine-whine! And to answer your question from before, yeah, I have been watching you! I've been watching it all! Now trust me, there WERE chances were I could have easily ran down here and walked out with the Gold.. But that aint my style! Sure it may fit someone like Jake Steele perhaps, but hey, not my thing! Instead, I want it to be clear to you when it is that I'm going to strike - and where it's going to be. Face it London... I did what I did because come Winters Discontent, I want there to be NO excuses for you once you're finally dethroned for good!

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BK London: Oh please. No excuses? I think you'll be the one fumbling around with the doctor's note, saying you weren't "100%". You want to prove that you're good enough to hold this belt, there's only three words I can offer you Zero - PROVE. ME. WRONG!

Zero: Pft. BK, sometimes I can't even take you seriously anymore. I mean.. look at you! Just look at you! You may think you've changed for the better after dropping that extra fat last week, but quite honestly the only changes you've made have been for the worst! Sure, you ARE the World Heavyweight Champion, but look at what you've made of yourself! Comin' down here to get some cheap shots in on Tony friggin' Romo! Drop the big mean guy act London! You aint' foolin' any of us! You aren't tough BK! Now two or three years ago.. hell, you were as tough as nails! But BK, don't you even dare to come at me saying I've gone soft, especially when you yourself are a few months past your prime... boy!

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The general reaction from the crowd here in Texas is "Ooooooh" as BK turns his head to the side, rolling his tongue, pushing it against his cheek. Just as it looks like he's about to respond, the champion lunges forward, kicking his right leg upwards as if going to punt a football a good 50 yards, but instead, he connects right in between Jay Zero's legs! Zero collapses down in front of BK London, even landing at his feet, and the champion simply watches down and stares in amusement. The oh so called "mighty" Jay Zero has been slain before him at his own hands, and he couldn't be more happier. Picking up his championship belt, he looks down at Jay Zero once more and almost shoves him back down to the mat with the sole of his foot. The act of disrespect doesn't get much support from the fans, but neither has anything BK London said tonight. London steps up the ring and heads towards the back while the hate for BK London that festers within Jay Zero only grows in size.

As the scene begins to fade out in order to cut to a commercial break, we can only begin to wonder what will come of this sudden and nasty effort to take down Jay Zero. With Zero now shooting his eyes towards the exitting BK London, we go black.

The scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Short and Sweet
Credit: Wayde Russeller

The camera opens up to the back where Sly Fox is standing with a mic. He is wearing a fine Italian suit and has a big smile over his face. He raises the mic and begins to speak while looking into the camera.

Sly: Hello ACW fans. I am Sly Fox, YOUR freelance interviewer. I am live here in the locker room with an ACW legend. A former champion, and a man who has accomplished so much here. A man who loves to do nothing more than Entertain you.

The fans start to boo as the camera turns to the side to show Wayde Russeller standing next to Sly.

Sly: Welcome Mr. Wayde Russeller, it is great to have you here.

Wayde: Great to be Sly. May I say, that you are the best dressed interviewer around today.

Sly: Yes, you may! Now, I hate to have to say it, but your luck hasn't been good as of late. You lost the Entertainment Title, then you lost the rematch, and you were no where to be found last week. What are your plans to get the Entertainment Title back?

Wayde: Actually Sly, I will not be going for the Entertainment Title any time in the near future.

Sly: You won't be? What are your plans now?

Wayde: No I will not be. The Entertainment Title was great to jump start my career but not for my future. My future holds something more.......international....or maybe even something a little.......worldly involved.

Sly: So that's your goal? The World Title?

Wayde: Not exactly.

Sly: Ooooooook?

Wayde: You see Sly, the goal of anyone in this business should be to hold the World Title. So of course, that is one of my goals. However, everything I have done the last couple of months, every goal I have set, they have all had a little problem. And that problem is Mr. Red.

The crowd burst with cheers at the mention of Mr. Red.

Wayde: Yes, yes, you all love him. I don't. A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Red came out here and he said that he was going to make my life a living hell. Well Red, where is this hell? Where is this pain? I gave you ample amount of time to show me the fire that burns inside you. And you show me nothing. I will give you until the end of tonight to show me that your not all talk. After tonight, I will finish what I started. The next charge I face won't be attempted murder...it will be cold blooded murder.

With that Wayde turns and walks away. Leaving Sly and the fans open mouth shocked.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Pallar Birthday Visa (Credit: XS3/Train)

Things were slowly beginning to change for our happy little company. OCW had dissolved, Jay Zero was the new #1 contender, Jake Steele had returned and once again, Thunderkiss was attempting to ruin my life. If it wasn't for the fact that ACW is a company that has had people like Ridley impaled on live TV, then I'd say these were some confusing times for us as wrestlers.

Regardless, Christine and I were now once again #1 on Thunderkiss' shit list. Only God knows how we wound up back in the scope of his sniper rifle but apparently we were forced to deal with it. Trailing close behind us was Thunder Train, a man of few words… Because mostly all he talks about is being hungry. Still, it's always good to have a faithful friend watching your back. I was so grateful for his assistance these past few months that I had invited him over to our place to meet my recently moved in band members for lunch and discussion.

It was Tuesday, December 2, 2008. Coincidentally, my birthday as well. I was turning 29 that day and lord, did I ever feel old. Normally, this would've been a happy day like it has been for the past couple of years now. Christine, Anthony and I would all get shit-faced at the bar and do embarrassing shit that would've shamed the town of Maple Creek had it not been for my status in ACW. Today was not one of those days. Everything was more somber and mellow than normal. With Christine's pregnancy and the fact that she was being sexually harassed by Thunderkiss, today was a bittersweet birthday.

Still, I got a copy of Cheech & Chong's Greatest Hit with a complimentary joint courtesy of Ken. I immediately knew what our plans were for tonight.

Anyway, with the gifts opened and every other odd and end sorted out nicely, I paced around the island slowly, pausing once to look at a disheartened Christine and then again to look at Ken and Anthony playing, almost ironically, Rock Band 2 on PS3. As usual, Anthony was drumming and Ken was guitar. Our real-life band had settled down for the time being so until then, the two were having fun playing "Peace Sells".

Ken: This song is pretty much sweet shit in reality but this solo's fucking hard!

Anthony: Hard to believe that one person can get 100% on "Through the Fire and Flames" but still can't learn the fucking chords to "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

Ken: Oh these times are a-changing.

Mercifully for Ken, the song ended and needless to say, they four-starred that bitch. If only he utilized the hammer-ons and pull-offs more efficiently. Finally, the sound of a door being opened and closed interrupted our thought flow, followed closely by heavy footsteps. In first was Jonathan, who glanced down at Christine and nodded diligently. Following him was Thunder Train with not one, not two, not three but four boxes of pizza from the nearby diner. I stopped pacing and, alongside Christine, Ken and Anthony, joined the two at the dinner table.

Jonathan: Happy birthday to you…

Matt: Oh god.

Everyone Else: Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Matthew…

Train: X-S-3…

We all paused and laughed at Train before resuming.

Everyone: Happy birthday to you…

At this point, the floodgates opened. Ken, Christine and I paced ourselves carefully with our slices but I still couldn't help but laugh at Anthony trying to intervene between Train and Jonathan.

Jonathan: I've only known you for ten minutes but I refuse to let you take this all away!

Train: …You watch ACW TV, right?

Jonathan: …yeaaaah…

Train: FOOL! THEN YOU'LL KNOW THAT THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!

The pizza unrest went on for about five minutes but it sure as hell made for entertainment to lighten the previously darker mood. After about twenty minutes of bullshitting back and forth about numerous topics (which included Rick Astley, the new slimmer iPods and the strange coincidence that Christine and Alicia Kitsune were both going to give birth in February), all but ten slices remained. We decided to box the remaining slices up and put them in the fridge, much to the dismay of Train. Once I put those away, I sat back down and glanced at all of my friends and family seated with me.

Matt: Well guys, I'm glad you four are getting along so nicely. But of course, we all knew this had to come up sooner or later…

Anthony: Damn right…

We all looked at each other and collectively nodded. Suddenly, Anthony stood up from his chair and slammed his fist down on the table.

Anthony: Someone's breath smells like shit!

Matt: …

Ken: …

Jonathan: …

Christine: …

Train: …YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY SIR!

Anthony, knowing that he said the wrong thing once again, sat down and shrugged.

Matt: No, this is a matter far more urgent than that. I am, of course, referring to Thunderkiss.

We all collectively nodded once more as I looked over briefly and saw Christine's eyes shimmering with sadness. Train noticed her too and showed a similar sign: hatred and disgust for his former partner.

Matt: And quite honestly, I had forced myself to watch his promo. And needless to say? IT. MADE. ME. SICK.

Nothing could stop me from standing up from my chair and slamming my fist down on the table, almost causing a dent.

Matt: THIS MAN HAS CROSSED THE LINE FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME!

Train: What he's done is downright deplorable. I can't help but agree, Matt. However, one thing that will always remain in the back of my head is how he pretty much ignored me during that promo. I mean, come on! I helped his worthless ass and saved him on numerous occasions and now all of a sudden, I'm nothing to him? What the hell?

Matt: Granted, you are the dark horse in this match, no pun intended. You are the powerhouse of the Road Steelers, always have and always will be. But when we get our hands on him, we're going to have to work together to--

Christine: Ohh…

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes over to Christine, who was holding her stomach in pain.

Matt: Babe, you all right?

Christine: Yeah… It's… It's nothing.

Ken: Bullshit it's nothing. The doctors warned you about the possibility of a miscarriage…

Christine: Yeah right, I probably just ate too much…

I cocked my head to one side and gave a quizzical stare.

Matt: Christine, why are you acting like this? Ever since that nightmare, you've been acting a little strange lately. You hardly look at me, you hardly talk to me… What gives?

Christine: Matt… I just want to be left alone. It's my personal issue and I'll deal with it my own way.

Anthony: But… Isn't marriage about tackling problems together?

Christine: I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE!

Upon hearing her tone of voice, husband mode set in and I backed off while the others looked on in surprise. I had never seen Christine like this in our three years of marriage, leading me to believe that Thunderkiss was doing a damn good job of intimidating her.

Christine: I'm… I'm sorry, it's been hard to try getting to sleep when you've got someone ranting about how he wants to cram his tiny dick into the head of our unborn child.

Matt: Whatever… All I know is that I'm sick of his bullshit. And I'm sick of Fallen Souls. And I'm sick of Gingerdude caving into whatever that bastard wants. We are going to war, Train. There isn't going to be a lot of dignity or grace involved but there will be blood, sweat and tears shed in that ring. All I want to know is if you're up for it.

Train: You can count on me, Matt. When the bell rings at Winter's Discontent, we will be OM NOM DOMINATING our way to retaining the tag team titles.

I nodded, a smile being regained on my face. I looked over and Christine once again smiled, knowing that I had her support.

Matt: I know we can do this. We can finally slay this demon and walk away with our heads held high. We are Road Steelers!

Jonathan: Technically, we're Demon Inc too but I digress. Continue.

Matt: Train, it's time for the world to see how hungry you can really be… You guys with me?!

I stuck my hand out in the middle of the table and Train joined, followed by Christine, Ken, Anthony and Jonathan. The unity between us palpitated and we all roared our small little battle cries before resuming what suddenly turned into a damn good birthday.

There we were, six individuals with one united goal: stop Double Penetration from winning the tag titles at any and all cost. In essence, our little meeting re-boosted our confidence for Thursday and now instead of losing our temper, we vowed to channel that energy into something wonderful.

And lord, would it be wonderful.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“OCW Clearance!
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay

[Sliding out of one promo and into the next, the minds of our viewers become riddled with curiosity as they are greeted with a prerecorded shot outside of the arena. Standing outside a series of warehouses on the oceanfront back on ACW Island is none other than everyone’s favorite partners in penetration - DOUBLE PENETRATION! Unlike their past outings, both men look as if every ounce of comedy has been drained from their bodies, their faces plastered with looks of sedation.]

Thunderkiss: Folks, If I could be serious for a minute, I would like to take some of your time and address a real problem here in ACW.

[TK turns and nods to FSX. Fallen takes his cue and runs with it by lifting the large, steel bay door behind him. Upon doing so he exposes hordes and hordes of OCW merchandise packed in so tight several boxes fall out instantly and spill their contents on the ground.]

Thunderkiss: It’s all this OCW CRAP! I mean, look at it! Warehouses upon warehouses with boxes of this junk stacked high to the ceiling! Nobody bought this stuff when it was current and they sure as hell ain’t buying it now!

FSX: And that would be our segway to you, loyal fans! If you purchase all of this horrible, cheaply produced shit...well..you'll have a mediocre holiday season! But you'll also get us a bonus! Which we'll use to do things! For ourselves! Yay!

Thunderkiss: That’s right, help out the economy you selfish, capitalistic bastards! Now check out this totally awesome, 500% authentic OCW hoodie! Isn’t it great?! You gotta have it!

FSX: Indeed. Don't you want to pimp yourself out, friends? You can be a true 'Original Gangster'.

Thunderkiss: Yeah! Look at me, I’m totally gangster! Now listen, if “hoodies” aren’t your thing then do not fear, we have a style for you. Why not be simple and go for the traditional tee shirt?!

FSX: Especially since the shirt doesn't potentially make you racist!

Thunderkiss: You damn bet it doesn't! Plus, it about 10 years this thing is going to be so retro you can sell it on eBay for like a gagillion dollars.

[Happy to model for our cameras yet again, Thunderkiss slides the shirt over his head and wraps it around his body. The moment it hugs his body he launches into another role, that being the part of any OCW member who isn’t BK London.]

Thunderkiss: Oh yeah, I’m bad ass now!

FSX: Er...Kiss...

Thunderkiss *shouting*: LOOK AT ME, I TAKE ORDERS FROM STEPHAN RUSSO. I WIPE BK LONDON’S ASS. GO OMEGA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING! GO!

FSX: KISS!

Thunderkiss: WHAT?!

FSX: That isn’t even an OCW T-shirt.

Thunderkiss: ? .... oh.

[Thunderkiss looks down at his chest and realizes his gaff. Stairing him in the eyes is not the OCW logo but rather the face of one of his greatest rivals of all time, XS3.]

Thunderkiss: Well I guess nobody is buying XS3's stuff either. There’s a big surprise for ya!

FSX: You know what, though? This really is a complete and utter waste of time. Nobody is ever going to buy this crap!

Thunderkiss: *sigh* You’re right. Well, so much for that big bonus this year. Thanks a lot, London. Well, I guess we better go with plan B, then.

FSX: Yeah, back to saving the world for a tax break!

[FSX pulls some labels out from his back pocket and begins to slap them on the boxes that surround both men. The camera zooms in closely and the writing on each label becomes more readable by the second. These are not any ordinary labels, oh no, these are address labels and each one is addressed to Nicaragua. It will take some time but in just a few weeks children in this South American country will be rejoicing over the fact that their wardrobes will be just a wee bit bigger. Their Patriot “19-0" t-shirts will quickly become a thing of the past as the latest fashion trends will have OCW black in the forecast.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

”Heartbreak Hotel!”
Credit: Danny Mainer

Backstage at ACW, all is good in the hood as “Psycho Butcher” Danny Mainer walks along the corridor revisiting all the old faces amongst the interns and the co-workers who gasp at him as he walks past, a reaction that Mainer deliberately doesn’t acknowledge. Seeming relatively calm and balanced at this moment in time he would blend in with the rest of the hallway effortlessly if it weren’t for his big fluffy hair, his dark garments and his eyeliner. So as such, Danny stuck out like a sore thumb.

In the world of Danny Mainer, all may have been lost but basic instincts still survive and now Danny walking down the corridor the most primal instinct of all had come into play. The need for hydration, regular fluids, WATER god-damn you. Danny needed a drink and so he was on the hunt for a beverage. He rapidly manoeuvred his way through and around the people in the hallway and headed along towards the lobby flipping a quarter as he walked.

As Danny pushed through the double-doors into the entrance lobby of the ACW arena he noted that today the hot-dog stall was up. Danny may be somewhat patriotic but this was just one food that Danny could not stand for. Today had been a good day for Danny however and so he opted to ignore it turning to marvel the great sight of the drink station. He dropped his jaw and shuddered at the sight of a labyrinth of neon lights and the smells of chocolate milkshake wafting into his ears.

The cold chill of one of the open refrigerators wafted up Danny’s spine and he shivered with pleasure, thirst was the most satisfying need to fulfil. Danny stared at the man behind the counter, slightly bug-eyed as if he were some sort of alien trying to figure out if he knew him or not. No recognition clicked and after a few awkward moments of silent staring contest, the clerk initiated the conversation.

Drinks Guy: “Umm hi, can I get you something?”

The first thing was to notice that this man had the worlds most INCREDIBLY monotone and boring voice. It was obvious that this guy didn’t wanna be here.

Danny Mainer: ”Yeah. Umm, right now I’m fetching for a big ol’ bottle of Snakebites. Apples and grains, mmm my favourite.”

Drinks Guy: “We don’t serve alcoholic beverages here sir but if you’re certain there’s a liquor store like 20 minutes down the road.”

Danny cocks an eyebrow before morphing into a look of sheer disgust. He gasps with faux-shock and puts his hands on his hips.

Danny Mainer: ”Twenty minutes?! TWENTY. MINUTES? Who do they think I am, Laura Brannigan? I’m not walking twenty damn minutes for alcohol! I’ve got a career anyhow, HOW DARE YOU try and sell me drink you complete and utter PERVERT!”

Danny prods the guy in the chest, the clerk doesn’t particularly try to defend himself but a flash of worry does cloak his face.

Drinks Guy: “Well we have plenty of soft drinks if you want sir, we’ve got coke or lemonade or water or milks-“

Danny Mainer: ”CHOCOLATE milkshake?!”

Drinks Guy: “No, we ran out like five mi-“

OOFT!

Mainer flings himself over the counter crashing into the clerk. They land in a heap on the floor, Mainer quickly secures a hold of the guy by grabbing a handful of his shirt, his face frozen with fear.

Danny Mainer: Where’s my daughter?!?!”

Drinks Guy: “You WHAT?! I thought you wanted a chocolate smoothie!”

Danny Mainer: ”I DO. Where’s the person that got it?!”

Drinks Guy: “I can’t tell you that!”

Danny glares furiously, his eyes a burning shade of red as his veins burst out of his neck raising a glove-clad fist in the air about ready to dislocate the man’s jaw. Fear kicks in however and the drinks guy squeals.”

Drinks Guy: “She went to the bathroom like 2 seconds ago!”

With that, Danny drops him like a sack of shit delivering his next line in a posh English voice.

Danny Mainer: ”Thank you my good friend. Tattybye and good day to you sire. I shall be in my quarters if thoust need me.”

Danny quickly scrambles back over the other side of the counter dusting himself off and sighing with delight as his new mission comes to fruition. He looks around and sees the two bathroom doorways and swaggers over like some sort of pimp from The Bronx. He looks around smirking like a Cheshire cat before heading to the female bathroom door. Will Danny break the unbreakable code of conduct? Wilst thou enter the girls bathroom? Danny pushes through the swing door, the camera remaining on the outside as Danny disappears in side…

Pause… Pause…

”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!”

”GIMME THE FUCKIN’ SHAKE YA’ DUMB BITCH!”

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The sound of scuffling starts and a loud crash can be heard from within the womens bathroom and a man going “Owwwww!” in a Scott Steiner manner. A few seconds later, Danny walks out the door with the milkshake beaker in hand looking pleased with himself. He raises the cup to take a sip but he notices a blood stain on his finger. He passes the cup to his other hand and flicks the bloody one at the floor sending globs of blood to the marble floor of the lobby groaning in disgust.

Danny Mainer: “That’s the price you pay for a milkshake I guess! Ladeeda. Life ROCKS!”

Danny walks out of the lobby taking a slurp of milkshake leaving the wake of his assault for some other schmo to clear up while he goes looking for someone else to annoy. So many options! But who, where and why? It’s only a matter of time.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Josh Robertson vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Robertson)

The match starts off with the two men standing face to face in the centre of the ring, as soon as the bell rings Robertson immediately dashes in towards Trixer and tries to get a hold of him, Trixer tries to back pedal like his life depends on it and it actually seems to way as it gets him away from Robertson...until there's no where left to back pedal and he bounces into the ring ropes. With no where left to hide Robertson gets a firm grip of Trixer before slingshotting him across the other side of the ring, as Trixer rebounds Robertson is there waiting with a kick straight to the mid-section of his opponent. As Trixer keels over in agony the pain isn't over yet as Robertson brings his world crashing down with a swinging neckbreaker. Robertson goes for the pin fall but Trixer manages to get his shoulder up at the count of 2.

With Trixer showing that it's going to take a bit more than just a neckbreaker to finish him off Robertson is more than willing to test the ground further as he pulls his opponent to his feet. Robertson connects with a european uppercut to send Trixer stumbling back a couple of steps before following up by grabbing a hold of Trixer in a double leg position and driving him into the turnbuckle. Trixer groans in agony and slides down the turnbuckle until Robertson pulls him up and pulls his arms over the ropes to keep him there. Robertson backs off towards the opposite turnbuckle before turning around and heading straight towards Trixer like freight train, aiming at his head with a kick...however Trixer isn't there! Somehow Trixer managed to get out of the way leaving Robertson in no mans' land and hung up on the top turnbuckle.

The crowd cheer for Trixer as he lays on the canvas in front of Robertson, however try as they might Trixer doesn't have enough in the tank to capitalise. As he finally manages to get to his feet he turns around to see Robertson already recovered and not happy with missing his previous attack. Trixer can do little but hope as Robertson grabs a grip of his head and quickly slams his back against the canvas with a snap suplex. However, worst is to come as Robertson quickly spins around and grabs a hold of Trixer's feet. Before Trixer can react it's too late as Robertson locks in The Purifier (The Sharpshooter). Trixer feels the excruciating pain instantly and has no choice to tap out, however Robertson continues to hold onto the hold despite the referee calling for the bell. Finally, Robertson releases The Purifier with the referee threatening to disqualify him. Robertson turns around to see Trixer laying motionless on the canvas.

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As Trixer remains motionless in the centre of the ring Robertson rushes to the other side of the ring and demands a microphone from a ringside official. Snatching the microphone from the hands of the official Robertson turns his attention back to Trixer at his returns to the centre of the ring and looks down at his destroyed opponent. As Robertson begins to speak Bill has entered the ring and is standing behind him, also looking down at the fallen Trixer.

Josh Robertson: Is this supposed to be the level you have to be at to be in ACW? Are you telling me that this joker lying unconscious in front of me right now was seriously considered to be good enough to be in one of the supposed top companies in this industry?

Robertson shakes his side to side in disgust

Josh Robertson: Alex Trixer and Bryce are EXACTLY why I am standing in this ring right now. They are two prime examples of people who do not know what it means or know what it takes to be a professional wrestler. Their mere presence in a wrestling ring is an insult in itself. Do you know what? It absolutely astounds me how you people can be so willing to sit and watch these no talented, pieces of filth, parade around like they can claim to be otherwise. The ugly truth is that the entire ACW roster is full to the brink of them. I may have sent Bryce packing for good on Monday and just now put Trixer into a coma, but there is still a very long list of people who await the same fate.

Robertson pauses and walks away from Trixer towards the ropes facing the entrance ramp. Bill follows.

Josh Robertson: Bill and I have been here in ACW unfortunately for around 2 weeks now, and I have obviously been able to see the quality of competition here...or lack of. You see, for a company that claims to hold all the top talent in the industry, I have to admit I am personally having a hard time finding it right now. All I have seen so far is people fighting like common street thugs or bickering over trivial matters like children. In fact, the more I think about what I have seen so far in ACW, the more I think of a soap opera. The point that I am making here is that ACW is so full of people who bring nothing but disrespect and insult to the history of this industry, that to purify everyone person by person, match by match is going to take a long time. That is when I came up with a solution to speed the process up.

Robertson grins as he glances towards Bill behind him before turning towards the crowd and walking as he speaks.

Josh Robertson: Let's face it, people on the level of Bryce or Alex Trixer are of no challenge, so why should I waste my time facing them in a singles match? It goes without saying that neither man has even a percentage of a chance to beat me, so why not face both at once? Hell, why not face three of the roster at the same time? It would get the job quicker that's for sure.

He pauses.

Josh Robertson: You see, I am the only real professional wrestler in ACW right now, and there is not a single man on the roster who could bea--

With Robertson in mid-sentence he is interrupted by the sound of "Crisis" by Alexisonfire hitting the speakers of the P.A system. Robertson - and the crowd - turns around to look at the entrance ramp to see Jake Cheng emerging through the entrance curtain.

Jake Cheng: …

Josh Robertson: Excuse me? What do you want?

Jake Cheng: Just keep going.

Josh Robertson: Ok, well as I was saying there is not a sin-

Jake Cheng: Shut up!

The crowd jeers at Robertson as Jake walks down to the ring. The Grand Slam Champion walks into the ring and stands opposite Bill Wright and Josh Robertson.

Jake Cheng: Now, is it safe to assume that your sentence was going to be “there is not a single man on the roster who could beat me.” Well, guess what I am here to do?

Josh Robertson: Beat me?

Jake Cheng: Damn right.

Josh Robertson: Sorry Mr. Cheng, but I just had a match.

Jake Cheng: You basically just said that did not count as a match. Let’s go right now. You and me. Teach me a lesson.

Josh looks back to Bill Wright, who just shrugs.

Jake Cheng: Ring the bell.

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Impromptu Match: (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Jake Cheng vs. Josh Taylor

Bill Wright leaves the squared circle as the bell rings. The two men circle each other, looking for a flaw in their opponent. They inch closer to one another before going for the generic wrestling lock up, which Robertson easily wins due to his size and weight advantage. Robertson moves around to Jake backside, locking him in an armbar, which Jake tries to spin out of, but then is caught in a headlock. Fortunately for Jake, the headlock was not well executed, so Jake easily slips his head out, and getting Robertson in an arm bar of his own. Fortunately for Josh, Jake has little to no technical skill so he slips out. Getting sick of the tie-up, Josh uses his brute strength to clothesline Jake to the mat. Wanting to resume his offense, Josh picks up the 2nd Grand Slam Champion in ACW history and puts his head under his arm. Grabbing onto the waist of Jake’ hakama pants, Josh Robertson lifts him high into the air. Halfway into the vertical suplex, Robertson stalls, balancing Jake there. He takes his hand off Jake’s waistband and holds it out, showing off his strength.

Josh: Yeah, you like this?

Josh receives a chorus of boos as he completes the suplex. Cheng instantly grabs his back in pain. Once again, not wanting to waste any time, Josh picks up Cheng off the mat. Attempting to set up for his Tiger Bomb finisher, Jake struggles his way out, but not far enough as Robertson gives him a big shove. Jake falls back and in between the 2nd and top rope. The crowd collectively cringes as they wait for Jake to hit the ringside mat, but Jake uses the ropes to slingshot himself back into the ring and this time takes Josh down with a large jumping clothesline. The crowd goes crazy for Jake’s trademark reversal, the NO Easy Way Out. Robertson gets up, smacking the mat in anger, and turns around in time to receive a knee in the gut from his opponent. He doubles over in pain long enough for Jake to set up and hit another trademark, Bury Your Head. The crowd does something they haven’t done in a long time for Cheng…cheer as he gets a sudden rush of offense. Feeling the adrenaline, Jake climbs to the top rope, signalling for his Picture Perfect legdrop to finish Robertson once and for all. Bill Wright climbs to the apron and the referee moves over the manager to tell him to get the ….well you get it, he wants him down. Jake gets off the turnbuckle and starts to walk toward Bill Wright when he notices Josh Robertson start to get to his feet. While the referee’s attention is diverted, Jake gets down and uses his whole right arm to get right in Robertson’s no-no place. Somewhere, a bell chimes and simple ‘ding.’ While Robertson grabs his sack in pain, Jake wraps Robertson up in a small package (get it, Robertson…small package….after the low blow…..no, not funny?)

Jake: HEY! DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!

The former ACW Champion’s words grab the referee’s attention as he gets down to count.

1…….2………

Wanting the three count, Jake puts his legs up on the middle rope, and before Wright can help is client:

….3!

The bell rings, and Philip announces the winner as Jake gets up and quickly gets away from Wright and Robertson. Backing up the ramp, he smirks as Wright tries to complain to the referee and Josh simply stares into Cheng’s eyes. The former *insert any ACW title belt minus the Junior title which no one even remembers here* Champion goes into the backstage as Robertson simply stares up the ramp. His first loss in ACW….Cheng will pay.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Don't Lose Your Head (Credit: Dan White)

The segment opens up in the backstage, and Dan White is standing next to Charlotte, with a bit of a bruised head from Monday's precedings. His appearance on camera earns a sizeable pop from the crowd, as the interview gets under way.

Charlotte: So Dan, last week you lost your match with Scott Andrews. You're not scheduled to fight tonight, so why are you here?

Dan looks at Charlotte, then down on the ground.

Dan: Basically, I want to get a few things straight. First and foremost, let's ignore Scott Andrews for a minute. I'm concerned about one person, and you won't be surprised to hear that it's about that insipid little cockroach, Freeman. At the end of the day, I don't see why he insists on getting an International Title shot when he's done jack shit all month! I kicked his arse at Hello Goodbye, and he damn well knows that.

Charlotte: This might be true, Dan, but he only levelled the scores between you at 1-1. In all honesty both of you never won the matches you did legitimately.

Dan: Charlotte, don't push it. I've made it perfectly clear to Freeman that I've got the upper hand. My only focus is forgetting about that creepy little drone, and concentrating on winning the International Title. Unfortunately, it appears that I'm not the only one that wants to get in on the act. So as a result, I'm going to have to shunt through a lot of shi-worthless people in order to get what's truly mine.

Charlotte: That may be true, but do you think that you honestly have what it takes to beat Jake Steele? I mean he's become a mightily impressive champion since he won the belt.

Dan: Impressive? Sure. But I'm undefeated against the bloke. And Steele needs to really prove to me that he can hack it. So far I haven't been impressed by the dude. Sure, he took the tag titles away from Snake and I, but the bottom line is that I can beat him any day of the week.

Charlotte: And then there's the case of Scott Andrews, who now appears to have become your bogey wrestler, as it were.

Dan sighs.

Dan: That's true, but the bar is so damn close that I don't think you can call it. But what do I say to some 'Scarlet Assassin'? Pfft, that's pretty mundane, is it not? I mean how many hitmen, assassins, mercenaries does one company need?

He pauses.

Dan: ...actually, get back to me on that one.

Charlotte looks confused, as she asks he final question.

Charlotte: Ooookaaaay....anyways, final question here. If you're not booked for tonight, why are you here?

Dan smirks, with a grin that has become rather familiar lately.

Dan: Wouldn't you like to know.......

He looks at Charlotte.

Dan: Actually, screw it. I'm here because I have to be. Shit's going on at home and I cannot be bothered working it all out.

Charlotte: You realise you just lost £250, right?

There's a blank stare on Dan's face for a second.

Dan: Ah shit wank cock arse-

Charlotte: ...

Dan: For fuck's sa-Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Charlotte: Ugh, I'm out of here.

Dan almost weeps as he prepares to reap the percussions - £1500 lost from his pay for each swear word.

Fade out.

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Not The Worst, Not The Best…..Interview (Credit: Jake Cheng)

As we return from the commercial break, we are brought backstage, to where the Asian Extraordinaire Jake Cheng, is walking. He is still in his ring gear, coming fresh off his win in the impromptu match again Josh Robertson. He arrives at the door to his new locker room, now that the old OCW office/locker room is most likely being used as janitorial space. As he reaches for the doorknow, a voice calls to his from down the hall.

?: Jake!

Jake stops and steps away from the door. A couple second later, Charlotte King is in front of him.

Jake Cheng: Hello Charlotte.

Charlotte King: Hello Jake. Mind if I ask you some questions regarding what just occurred in the ring?

Jake Cheng: Go right ahead.

Charlotte King: Ok…so what just occurred in the ring.

Jake Cheng: I defeated Josh Robertson.

Charlotte King: Before that. Specifically, why did you go out to the ring in the first place?

Jake Cheng: That kid has a big mouth. And a butt buddy with an even bigger mouth. Bill Wright needed to be shut up when he was here managing Jon Taylor. I don’t know why he needs to teach us a lesson in wrestling. Does he not understand the word professional in professional wrestling? I’m going to help you guys all out by showing the runt what is what.

Charlotte King: Well that is awful nice of someone who was anti-ACW just 2 we-

Jake Cheng: Woah woah woah. I’m not helping out ACW. Sure I am doing all of ACW and its fans a favor, but that isn’t the primary goal.

Charlotte King: What is the primary goal?

Jake Cheng: Get rid of Josh Robertson so he can’t be an annoying prick to those who come to this federation for entertainment.

Charlotte King: Gotcha. So one last question. How are things between you and Kirsten Carter?

Jake’s neck twitches ever so slightly, but ever so noticeable that it is worth mentioning in centered gold letters.

Jake Cheng: This interview is over.

And before Charlotte King can apologize for delving to deep into Jake’s recent past, the Chinese Phenom turns around and walks into the locker room. Charlotte King shrugs it off. Not the worst that has happened during and interview.

Fade Out.

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“I Want to Be a Part of It”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss, a Double Penetration Roleplay

[Outside the cold winter wind brings a chill to Gotham. To those who do not have a roof over their head it’s a constant reminder for their current luck, or lack of it. As they examine the apartment buildings around them, they dream of what it would be like to live in one, to be free of their nightmare and into a life of luxury. Months ago, one man was just like them but has managed to make his dreams come true - again. Inside a luxury penthouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, Thunderkiss takes a tour of the walls that will soon encompass his life. Just under a year ago he would have never imagined he be in this city and has truly tasted the unexpected taste that life has to offer.]

Thunderkiss: Well, what do you think?!

FSX: Looks pretty good, surprisingly enough.

Thunderkiss: See, I told you! And it’s got a hell of a view.

[Thunderkiss thrusts open the nearby blinds to reveal a perfect shot of Central Park. The pristine view exposes the turn of the century architecture of the surrounding buildings and tricks the eye in believing they are standing in an medieval overseas dwelling. As much as he would like to talk TK out of this decision, FSX is becoming more persuaded by the second.]

FSX: Gotta say, when you first told me about this place I thought it was some kind of joke. After all, why would you move into some little grovel on the east coast, in MANHATTAN no less. But this place ia appropriately HUGE! Really though, why here? Your a west coast kinda guy. It's like mixing chocolate and butter together, it just doesn't work! Well..except for fat people...

Thunderkiss: The question is, why not? I’ve done that West Coast scene for years, X. Las Vegas brings up nothing but bad memories. California does as well. ACW Island is a good place to visit but not one I wish to call home. The Midwest is too quiet and dull for my tastes. There is only one part of this country I haven’t placed my hat and you are standing in it.

FSX: Yeah, but are you ready for this? New York New York, it's a hell of a town.

Thunderkiss: More like is New York ready for Thunderkiss?!

FSX: Don't answer questions with your own. It's pisses me off, and it's pointless. You don't even expect an answer!

Thunderkiss: Heh, sorry. But seriously, the more I think about it, the more I begin to see I was MADE for this town. They say it’s the city that never sleeps. Well guess what? Neither do I. Look out that window, X. There are millions of people out there that look for people like myself to elevate them from their stale lives. That’s why they live here. Normal isn’t a word in their vocabulary. Surrounding them on all sides is a city that seconds itself to no other, just like myself. This truly is a match made in heaven.

FSX: Well, I guess your mind is already made up. But just don't forget that there are actually other people living here. They don't want to hear obnoxiously loud music at all hours of the night, and they don't want you to demolish the building if it starts to annoy you. Seriously. Don't do that. Oh...and don't think of becoming some kind of jackass Spiderman rip-off, either. I know you want too..but don't.

Thunderkiss: Well, Korean Made hasn’t been seen in a while and I did keep the American Made getup ...

FSX: I already dressed up in a fucking fat suit for you this week. Only one....ONE wardrobe change a week.

Thunderkiss: Always such a spoil sport! Well, I’m going to go ink my name on the lease so we can get the heck out of here. The night is young and I have a wad of dollar bills with some strippers name on it.

[FADE]

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Segment: Thou shalt take me seriously!
Credit: Dave Tyler

As the camera cuts to the next segment, we see the inside of a makeshift office somewhere backstage; one that looks like it has been thrown together in a broom closet, with a desk touching both walls. Dave Tyler sits behind it in a swivel chair, though has no room to spin round. He wears a suit which looks two sizes too big for him and which makes him look very uncomfortable, shuffling through some sheets, deep in concentration. Behind him, pinned up on the wall, is a poster of BK London holding his championship title…but with Dave Tyler’s face cellotaped across it, The Candyman’s grin radiating out. A light bulb swings from a cable from the ceiling, rocking back and forth.

A knock on the door pulls Dave away from his thoughts, as he tidies the sheets and puts them down on the desk. He beckons the knocker in, and as the door opens, a young man enters the room, a microphone in hand. He gazes round the room (which doesn’t take long), before settling his attention on Dave Tyler.

Interviewer: Mr. Tyler, I was wondering if we could get an interview with you ahead of your first ever ACW main event tonight?

Tyler: Of course. Sit down.

The man looks at the chair in front of him, and has to squeeze to get between it and the wall. He sits down and continues to look round.

Tyler: You ok? You look a little pale…

Interviewer: I’m fine, just a little…claustrophobic. That’s all. Whats with the office anyway?

Tyler: Well, I feel that despite my fun loving personality; perhaps I should have a serious side as well. And that’s what this is. Proof that I can, when the situation calls for it, be serious.

Interviewer: By putting a desk in a janitor’s closet?

Tyler: Sure. Yeah, it’s not exactly glamorous or glitzy. It’s not huge and impressive. It’s not bright. It doesn’t have any windows. There’s a smell of dead rats and urine. I’m pretty sure some of the fumes coming from the air ventilation are slightly toxic. I can’t swing my chair. What was my point again?

Interviewer: You set up this office to be taken more seriously?

Tyler: Yes! That’s the one. See, I arrived here in ACW and people liked me. I was liked, thanks to my fun loving attitude and high likely hood of breaking into a dance every now and again. I was a walking Highschool Musical. But that doesn’t get you taken seriously. Let’s be honest. Wayde gave me a title shot cause he thought he’d walk all over me and get an easy title retention. I was put into the match at Hello Goodbye as filler. Someone to entertain the crowd as American Kiss and Wayde ripped into each other. I was getting chances but no one ever expects me to fulfil them.

Interviewer: Ok, but…why challenge BK? It’s suicide!

Tyler: See, that’s the problem. Right there. You’ve taken one look at the card, seen BK vs Tyler and though “Oh my God, that’s going to be over quickly!” And hey! Maybe it will be. He has a hell of an advantage going in, in every possible way. But those people who write me off are missing the major point here. This isn’t going to be about winning or losing. This is going to be about survival. I had the guts and the balls to walk into Gingerdude’s office and demand a match with the champ. How many people can say that?

Interviewer: Not many, I suppose. Though Jay Zero did at the end of Warfare….

Tyler: Don’t! Just stop right there. Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think that that has been the same reaction I’ve got each and every time I’ve mentioned BK London vs Dave Tyler. ACW shows, ACW website, ACW fan pages, they are all talking about Jay Zero’s amazing and daring challenge to BK London. And not one person in ACW.com’s feedback section last Monday even mentioned Dave Tyler’s challenge. This is all about balls, and this is all about guts. People may have glanced over Dave Tyler’s challenge but I’ll be damned if I let them glance over Dave Tyler.

Interviewer: Them there be fighting words.

Tyler: Damn straight. I’m going to go down to that ring tonight and I am going to show everyone why it’s always dangerous to try and ignore me. And I know that BK is ignoring me. He’s got his eye on Winter’s Discontent. He’s got his eye on the challenge coming from Jay Zero, and you know what. Best of luck to Zero, and I hope that he takes the title from that traitor. BK turned his back on ACW for OCW and where did that lead him? But if he’s too busy looking forward, he might miss something that is right in front of him. My boot connecting with his face. I am what ACW is about. Heart and courage. And I intend to prove that tonight. If he dares disrespecting me, I will show him that that is a major mistake. And one he will never make again.

Interviewer: Strong words from the Candyman. But before I go, there’s something else happening in ACW backstage that has caught some people’s attention. The relationship between yourself and Chris Williams seems to be developing over the last week to new levels…

Tyler: Yeah. You know what? Me and Chris are good friends. We’ve known each other for a long time, and he helped me get this ACW contract. He helped me find my way round this company when I first joined, and I’d like to think we’ve developed a high level of respect between each other. Hell, we both know we’ve got potential to be the future of this place, and it wouldn’t surprise me if me and him were battling for the World Title this time next year.

Interviewer: But there was a little conflict between you on Monday….

Tyler: That? That was nothing. I was a little bit pissed at not winning the ET title match and I vented on him, when he showed me what I thought was a lack of respect. But it wasn’t. He was only trying to help….

Tyler’s phone starts to buzz, an incoming text message causing him to reach into his pocket and pull his phone out. He looks at it and reads silently, before turning his attention back to the interviewer.

Tyler: And that’s why I thought I’d return the favour. Listen, can we wrap up? There’s something I need to do. People to see, favours to ask.

Tyler gives him a big smile and pushes his chair back as far as it can go, pulling himself free. He leaps over the desk and opens the door, squeezing his arm by the man. He pushes by him , patting him on the back before he leaves and mannuvers himself out the door and into the hallway, leaving the man alone in the office.

[FADE]

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Reserved for Jonny Hughes

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Match 2: Jonny Hughes vs. Henry McKaye (Credit: Freeman)

The match starts off quickly, with both men taking it to each other with stiff strikes. The two trade off with chops and forearms, with neither man having a advantage. For the first five minutes or so, it is completely back and forth, with neither men stopping, though they eventually begin to slow down a bit. Finally, once Hughes goes for a clothesline, and McKaye ducks and hits a high knee, he manages to slow down the match and take control.

McKaye manages to have a bit of an edge for a while, but Hughes is far from staying down. McKaye hits a snap suplex, and then goes for a slingshot knee drop, but Hughes moves out of the way. As McKaye gets up clutching his knee he turns into a northern lights suplex for a two count. McKaye attempts to take a shot at Hughes, but Hughes dodges, and hits a roaring elbow, sending McKaye to the ground, and he then goes for another pin, for another two.

McKaye manages to take back the advantage when he hits a stiff shot to the midsection to Hughes, and then puts him in a gory special, for around 20 seconds of pain, before dropping him into a gory bomb. The move only gets a two count. McKaye tries to lift up Hughes for a Contrecoup, but Hughes fights out before McKaye can set him up, and then kicks in the midsection. He tries to set up the Dream Shatterer, but McKaye fights out and then hits a scoop slam. McKaye goes to the turnbuckle, and jumps off with a Corkscrew Senton!, but Hughes moves, and as McKaye stands, this time Hughes does hit the Dream Shatterer, and pins...1...2....3!

Phillip: Here is your winner, “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes!