Monday Night Warfare 8th December 2008

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Monday Night Warfare 8th December 2008

ACW Manifest Destiny Tour: Salt Lake City, Utah

Schedule of Matches:
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Will Slaughter vs. Alex Richmond

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Wayde Russeller vs. Jake Steele

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Danny Mainer vs. Kudo Yasuda

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Chris Williams vs. XS3

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Jay Zero vs. Thunder Train

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Opening Segment: Time to learn the rules
Credit: Josh Robertson

With ACW nearing the end of its tour and in fact the end of the road to Winter's Discontent - the final ACW event of 2008 - the camera opens up at the ringside part of the arena. The E-center of Salt Lake City is no doubt a sell-out and packed to the brink with each and every one of its 12,000 seats filled. The atmosphere is electric in the arena, more common to that of a PPV back on ACW Island rather than a mere normal show! The crowd wait patiently in anticipation for the show to begin (or continue if those darn main eventers have stolen the opening segment slot again!). That is however until just like magic the exact reason for this segment decides to make their presence known. Though no theme music or movie on the Alphatron can be seen or heard, it's clear who it is as soon as the two men emerge through the entrance curtain.

As the pair come into the view the crowd instantaneously erupt in boos, which to be fair is no surprise considering what these two men have said in past weeks. It is of course Josh Robertson and his mentor/manager Bill Wright. Neither man wastes time to pose or anything and make their way down to the ring, abuse is hurled at them from all angles though neither man so much as flinches or recognises it. Wright hops up onto the ring apron and steps into the ring before approaching Phillip and demanding a microphone, Robertson slides under the bottom rope and stands beside Wright as he walks into the centre of the ring and begins to speak.

Bill Wright: Tonight we have come out here to set the record straight about what happened last Thursday, because no doubt you people sitting at ringside are just as uneducated as Jake Cheng and the referee last week were. You see, last Thursday Jake Cheng thought he'd get into our business and come down to the ring AFTER Josh had just demolished Alex Trixer in a singles match. Now, there's no problem right there, after all Jake Cheng is nothing in the real world of wrestling, so that's why I had no problem in allowing Cheng to face Josh, despite the fact Josh had just literally that moment already having competed.

Wright draws a sigh as he continues to speak.

Bill Wright: That there was a mistake. I've come across Mr. Cheng on more than one occasion in my previous tenure, and I should have known what type of person he is. He's one that doesn't play by the rules, hell he more than likely doesn't even know what the definition of the word "rules" is. To put it into perspective for you people who have very little mental capacity to spare, even Jake Cheng knows as well I do that what he did last Thursday was illegal. He knows that last week's match should undoubtedly be ruled a no contest, and unsurprisingly I know another person who shares the same opinion.

Wright takes a step back and lowers the microphone. He turns to Robertson who clasps the microphone tightly as it is passed to him. Robertson who has a quite intense look on his face raises the microphone to indicate he is ready to speak. He looks to be in no mood for games.

Josh Robertson: Before I start, let me just say that what took place on Thursday is the epitome of what ACW is; the incompetence of not only the officials but also the scum-like beings that call themselves professional wrestlers are why ACW is like it is - a run down dump. Now, Jake Cheng, you may think you're smart or clever for doing what you did on Thursday, but as far as I am concerned what took place cannot be considered a match. At least not in how it ended, that is. Up until that point not only was I literally taking you to school in showing you what real wrestling looks like, but I was destroying you in the same fashion as Alex Trixer and Bryce. Despite how the match supposedly ended, the whole world of ACW saw Josh Robertson make an ACW Grandslam Champion look worth nothing more than two nobodies like Alex Trixer and Bryce. Do you want to know why that is, Jake? It's because that's the exact truth. You are a nobody in the real world of wrestling. Outside of the fake walls of ACW, in the real industry of professional wrestling you wouldn't last two seconds, let alone be able to pick up a championship. The fact is, I've watched your past matches and the only way you've ever done anything even in ACW is by either relying on other people like BK London or by using illegal manoeuvres like last week. Face it Jake, if we didn't have a half-assed referee last week you would have been laying on the canvas in agony just Trixer was.

Robertson pauses and lowers the microphone briefly as walks from side to side in the ring before stopping in the centre again and lifting the microphone to his mouth once more.

Josh Robertson: Now, unlike the majority of the ACW roster, I didn't come out here simply to just whine and complain about what happened on Thursday. No. I came out here because I knew that backstage you would be sitting there with BK watching the show and I would be able to have your full attention. See, Jake, what you pulled last week was not only a scum-like move, it was deeply embarrassing - and I refuse to allow that to go unpunished. So, how about you get your ass out here and come down to the ring and actually try and beat me within the limits of the rules? How about you try and show that you really are something more than a disgrace to this industry?

Robertson pauses.

Josh Robertson: How about it, Jake?

Robertson walks over towards the ropes facing the entrance ramp and looks on intensely at the entrance curtain. Several moments pass but it doesn't move an inch.

Josh Robertson: Everyone's waiting, Jake. After all, you are an ACW Grandslam Champion - you should be able to take a mere newcomer, right?

Robertson continues to wait as he looks like he's becoming increasingly frustrated. Again, several moments pass and no sign of Jake Cheng can be seen. Robertson paces around the ring as Bill can be seen whispering something to him. Robertson seems to be considering what to do.

Josh Robertson: Fine then, have it your way. Maybe you will be more open to the concept in person.

Robertson turns around and passes the microphone to Bill before dropping down to the canvas and rolling under the bottom rope. He immediately charges up the entrance ramp and heads towards the entrance curtain. The crowd respond with large boos all around as Bill is left in the centre of the ring looking slightly miffed by Robertson's choice. As Robertson disappears off backstage Bill exits the ring, presumably to find out where his protégé is going.

Fade.

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Segment: If It Doesn’t Kill You, It Makes You Stronger Or Atleast That’s What Kanye West Told Me But Really I Couldn’t Think Of A Better Name For This Segment And Since I Missed Last Week’s Meltdown I Needed A New Segment To Do Since Everyone And Their Mom Wants To Face Me For My Title Even People I’m Not Supposed To Be Feuding With But I Mean It Comes With The Territory Because After All The International Champion Usually Has A Lot Of People Coming After Him And You Need Like Yoko Calcs To Leave And Come Back And Hope To Still Be Champ After This Month Is Over Especially When Your Black Yes I Just Made This A Racial Thing Big Whoop Wanna Fight About It Yeah I Didn’t Think So So Anyway Lets Get This Segment Started Cause I Am Running Out Of Shit To Say Besides The Obvious JONNY HUGHES WE COMIN’ FO’ YOU NIGGA And SCOTT ANDREWS WANTS THE GOLD SUCKA! And Then We Cut To Me Looking Ashamed Of Myself And Mean Gene Quickly Covering Everything Up So In Turn I Hope You All Enjoy This Segment And If You Don’t I Hope You All Burn In Hell K Thanks.
Credit: Steele

Warfare has just had it’s first segment of the night close out and it’s first commercial break of the night is over. As we fade back in, we are inside of the ACW Interview Room and Charlotte King is seen standing behind her booth, awaiting her cue. That little red light comes on and she shows off her trademark smile as she puts the microphone to her mouth.

Charlotte King: Welcome back to another explosive edition of Monday Night Warfare. As you all know, I’m Charlotte King and with me tonight I have a very special guest. He is the International Champion, Jake Steele!

On cue, Jake Steele steps into the view of the camera and goes behind the interview booth. Steele has on a very sharp Armani suit, tailored by the finest tailors this side of Salt Lake City. He also has on a gold Rolex watch, Gucci sunglasses and of course… his International Title, which sits perfectly over his shoulder. But what most fans inside of the E-Center realize is the one addition to Steele’s attire that isn’t custom made in the slightest… the bandage which sits over Steele’s cheekbone from the attack he suffered at the hands of Hughes just one week ago. Steele stands before Charlotte, who’s smile has turned upside down, as she first asks the obvious question.

Charlotte King: Steele, judging by the bandage placed over your cheek, and by your almost eerie absence from last week’s edition of Meltdown, I have to ask… are you alright?

Steele - Before I answer dat question… I have to say dat you are lookin’ sexy as always Charlotte.[/color]

Charlotte King: Thank You Steele.

Steele - Ya’ welcome… now, back to what you was sayin’. Last week after I made my glorious return to ACW, I come to find out dat da International Title Division was a little bit lonely without me at da top. I mean you got everybody yellin’ for a shot. Jason Freeman. Dan White. Scott Andrews. Soulja Boy.[/color]

Charlotte King: Soulja Boy?

Steele - Aight, maybe not him, but you get my point. Everyone wants a shot at me. Everyone wants what I got. Everyone wants to be International. But see, right there lies the problem Charlotte. Everyone can’t be me. Everyone can’t get what I want. Everyone can’t be… International. I don’t care who da fuck steps up to me with a challenge, I just want whoever dat person may be to know dat dey will not walk out as the victor.[/color]

Charlotte King: On Monday, after you thought the night was over… your former rival, Jonny Hughes attacked you from behind and gave you that very bandage that sits over your cheekbone. And to add insult to a injury, Hughes and his sports manager, Brian Bravado have placed a restraining order on you, claming that you are a danger to the both of them. What is your reaction to that?

Steele - I heard about dat… and my reaction is that Hughes is right Charlotte. I am a danger to him and his bitch ass manger too. I’m actually da most dangerous mothafucka’ you wanna run into right now. Who knows what I may do when I’m pushed over da top, Hughes knows firsthand dat sometimes I just can’t control my temper. I’m like da black version of da Incredible Hulk. You won’t like me when I’m angry.[/color]

Charlotte King: Well I think that just about wraps things up, good luck in your match later tonight with Wayde Russeller.

Steele - I don’t need luck to beat Wayde… but thanks anyway.[/color]

Steele smirks for a moment at Charlotte, then at the camera, before he walks off the screen, exiting stage left. Charlotte just watches him as he walks away, smiling but shaking her head at his clear cockiness as we come to a fade…

[Fade]

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Obligatory “Upcoming Match Promo”
Alex Richmond

We open to see Charlotte King wearing one of her typically exquisite dresses. The male portion of the crowd can be cheering, but I’m sure that has nothing to do with the fact Charlotte has her rather impressive cleavage on display. There is another loud cheer as Alex Richmond walks into shot, a large smile on his face. He briefly adjusts the collar on his shirt before speaking to Charlotte.

Richmond: Good evening Charlotte. I must say, you’re looking particularly stunning tonight.

Charlotte smiles to herself, obviously flattered, before she responds and begins her interview.

Charlotte: Why thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I have a few questions for you.

Richmond: Of course not, go ahead.

Charlotte: Firstly, I’d like to ask for your opinion on your match tonight. So far we’ve only seen Will Slaughter in competition once in ACW, a match he won in impressive fashion against Jaxson Reynolds. How significant could tonight’s match be for both of you?

Richmond: Well, obviously, tonight is a big match for both of us. Will has something to prove in the early going of his ACW tenure and I need to bounce back after a disappointing performance at Hello Goodbye. A win tonight could get me back on the right track, I don’t think it’s any secret that I want a shot at Jake Steele and his International Title but I know I gotta earn it first.

Charlotte: That actually brings me neatly to my next question. Do you not think your obsession with taking Steele’s title could affect your concentration tonight? It has been suggested you might be looking past Will Slaughter tonight.

Richmond: I’d disagree with that statement actually Charlotte. I don’t think I’m looking past Slaughter tonight, I’d just say I’m focused on my ultimate goal and I’m aware of the fact this match is a stepping stone to that goal.
Charlotte: I don’t mean to argue with you here, but I’d say you just contradicted yourself there. You say you’re not looking past Slaughter but followed it up by saying that you see him as a stepping stone. Surely you shouldn’t even be thinking about the International Title? Instead you should be 100% focused on your match tonight.

Richmond: You know what Charlotte? You may have a point there. So on that note, I’m going to go and make sure I’m...fully prepared.

Richmond makes a quick exit, his expression suggesting that he was less than pleased with Charlotte’s final question. Could she be right? Is Richmond looking past the threat of Will Slaughter or is she just mistaking Richmond’s confidence for a lack of concentration? Only time will tell.

Fade.

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”What is Best Left Untouched”
Credit: Andrew Hunter

The camera fades in quickly, and quick enough to show the fans that the cameraman is on the move. Usually, running implies one of two things, and since the odds of a serial killer targeting cameramen in ACW are low, the fans assume the other option: that, in a nutshell, something new and exciting is happening in the inner workings of ACW, something that no one could prepare for. And as the camera weaves through the business portion of the backstage area, the fans can only assume the news has something to do with the Chairman of ACW. Sure enough, the camera stops before the partially open door of Gingerdude, from which much clattering and talking can be heard. And by talking, your humble omniscient narrator means yelling.

Ginger: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

The camera clatters inside to reveal, of all people, Andrew Hunter, standing quietly before the chairman's desk with a smug expression, leading to a large pop from the crowd. Ginger is quite outraged by...whatever it may be, and he is standing and leaning on his desk, looking bitterly at Hunter. Hunter's response is as simple and mundane as he deems necessary.

Hunter: And why's that?

Ginger: Are you...are you absolutely insane? Do you not realize the ramifications of what you're asking me?

Hunter: Apparently not.

Ginger: Hunter, this is...look, I understand that it will help you---

Hunter: No you don't.

Ginger: ...but you said---

Hunter: No, I mean, it will, yes. But you don't understand that. That would imply you know my reasons, my story, and---

Ginger: Okay, I understand, you've been through a lot and this'll help. Fine. Normally, I'd do anything for my employees---

Hunter: Past employ---

Ginger: Past employees, yes. Even them sometimes.

Hunter: If they rake in millions for you.

Ginger does not respond.

Ginger: Do you want my help or not?

Hunter: Didn't you say you wouldn't give it?

Pause.

Ginger: I might be able to pull some strings. It's not smart, but it's not impossible either.

Hunter: Lovely. Have it on my desk by the weekend.

Hunter turns to go, but Ginger clears his throat. Hunter scoffs.

Hunter: It was a joke, Ging, I don't actually have a desk---

Ginger: That's not the point. I need something else.

Hunter drops his head.

Hunter: Of course you do. You ALWAYS need something from me, don't you?

Ginger: It may be easier for me to convince the Board to do this if they felt you were valuable---

Hunter: Marguee name, shit tons of merchandise sold, former champion, headliner, legend. This means nothing?

Ginger: You abruptly left us in March. No one was happy. You've done nothing positive since.

Hunter: Wrestled London.

Ginger: Yes, and we're grateful you agreed to do that. But that's not enough for something of this calibre.

Hunter: Spit it out, what do you have in mind?

Ginger leans back and plops into his chair. He picks up a folder on his desk and looks through it, and then waddles his eyes up to look at Hunter.

Ginger: You know that Danny Mainer's back, right, The King of Vegas?

Hunter folds his arms contemplatively, and the audience instantly begins to murmur amongst itself. They know exactly where Ginger is going with this. Hunter contemplates for a moment, taking a few deep, dramatic sighs. He slowly shakes his head and responds, in the only way Hunter possibly can.

Hunter: Who?

Ginger lets out a deep sigh, and after a quick roll of the eyes when he hears the echoing sounds of the audience's laughter, he speaks again.

Ginger: He used to wrestle here, some time ago around the time you did actually. Thunderkiss took him out and now he’s gone on the fritz destroying everything in his path.

Hunter: Wrecked your office, didn't he?

Pause. Ginger lets out an awkward sigh.

Ginger: How the hell do you know that?

Hunter: I've been in his position before. That, and you don't redecorate often, and your office is different from the last time I...had my fun in it.

Ginger: What the hell are you talking about?

Hunter: Nothing.

He smiles.

Ginger: ...either way, he's becoming intrusive, and he's a problem the company doesn't know how to solve. Are you on it?

Hunter: For a price.

Ginger: Well, yes, that was the implication.

Hunter: Just wanted to hear you say it, baby. I'm on it, but don't forget I'm not and never will be your leash boy.

Ginger: Yes, I understand. And furthermore---

And the door slams. Ginger actually blinks and adjusts himself at viewing this, because he did not even have a quick enough reaction to see Hunter actually leave. Calling him baffled would be an understatement. Nevertheless, he knows that there is nothing left for him to do. Hunter is on the job, and he is apparently the only man who can do it.

And then he widens his eyes.

Ginger: I'm doomed.

End

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Proposition
Alex Richmond


We join Richmond in his locker room minutes before his match with Will Slaughter. He is stood in front of a mirror and appears to be psyching himself up as part of his pre-match ritual. His concentration is broken as the door opens and his head snaps around to face whoever has interrupted him.

??: Alex, Alex, Alex!

The camera pans around to reveal a short, slightly chubby man in a suit, holding a briefcase. This, however, does little to clue us, or the ACW fans for that matter, into who exactly the hell he is. Richmond doesn’t look particularly pleased to see him and his response appears to be more of a question than a greeting.

Richmond: Mark?

Mark: What? Can’t an agent drop in on his favourite client?!

Richmond snorts at this comment and turns to face the man we now know as “Mark the Agent” before responding.

Richmond: Favourite client huh? You could’ve fooled me! You didn’t even turn up to my contract negotiations when I was trying to get re-signed to ACW. I had to sort all that stuff myself. In fact, I’m not quite sure why I still employ you.

Mark: I know, I know. I dropped the ball on that one a little bit. I double booked myself and, c’mon, I knew you could handle yourself in there. My other client – baseball player, not so bright. Anyway I decided to make up for it. I come with good, no great news! Just gimme a sec to open this damn briefcase.

Richmond: I don’t have a second, in case you didn’t notice I have a match right now. Next time phone ahead.

As Richmond goes to leave Mark puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him, he has managed to open his briefcase and is holding a file in his hand that clearly contains some kind of document.

Mark: This will help put you on the map here in ACW! There’s a contract in this file, just take a quick look.

Richmond sighs but realises having a look will get Mark out of his hair quickly so he begins to skim the document, looking very bored as he does so. As he progresses with his skimming, however, he seems to become more interested, even developing a small smile.

Richmond: Interesting.

Mark: I did good, right?

Richmond: Yeah, I’m impressed. I still got a match though, we’ll talk about this later. Good work though.

On that note Richmond puts on his entrance robe and walks out of the door leaving Mark stood behind him beaming from ear to ear. What could the offer be I wonder? My guess is that it’s some kind of commercial that’s gonna make Richmond a whole heap of cash – why else would he be interested?

Fade.

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“Psyche - Part 1”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss, a Double Penetration Roleplay

[It has been a rough week for Thunderkiss. First Jason Freeman, now XS3. His rouges gallery is chalking up victories over him left and right in his “weakened” form and he could not be more displeased. Needing someone to vent to, he finds an ear to bark in attached the side of FSX’s head. Fallen has deduced that something hasn’t been right with his colleague for several weeks now and is more than glad to transition into a support role.]

Thunderkiss: I just don’t get it. How could I lose ... again?! Freeman was bad enough, but now Irvine?! Pretty soon I will be fighting Josh the Jersey Boy on Fallout if things don’t turn around, which ironically is much how I started out in this business!

FSX: Your being too emo, Kiss. Soon enough you'll just be cutting yourself in a dark corner..so calm down. Your a former ACW champion. Your a CURRENT ACW champion. You have an eternal legacy.

Thunderkiss: I am the champion of the show starters! Yes, I have this title but it’s become more of an anchor than a blessing! Or maybe it’s a reflection on my current skill level! Perhaps I have lost it! A few days ago I was thinking about how I should be in the main event fighting BK London for the title and before you know it, Irvine schoolboys me! That was a rookie mistake! There is something wrong, buddy, and don’t you mention ring rust because I have shaken that rust away weeks ago!

[Index finger pointed at his forehead, FSX replies - ]

FSX: Perhaps you've gone completely insane.

Thunderkiss: What do you mean?!

FSX: Trust me, the mind is a powerful thing. It will create problems that don't actually exist, and make you believe something is wrong when in reality nothing is. All you need is a cranial exam.

Thunderkiss: But I always wear a condom.

FSX: What? Well, for starters we both know that your lying...anyway, that's not what I mean. You might have some kinda a problem that you know nothing about, and as much as I hate to say it you may very well need to have a sit down with a shrink. If it's going to help you out it's a good idea, so you should give it some thought buddy...Hmm, if only we had some kinda trained psychologist on the roster

Thunderkiss: Yeah, that is too bad.

FSX: .....

Thunderkiss: ..... Anyway, I have a better idea.

FSX: Oh? What's that?

~!~THUD~!~

Thunderkiss: I lay you out with a steel pipe, which of course you would have objected to if I told you in advance. You’ll have to forgive me -

[Thunderkiss lays his body prone on the floor next to his unconscious tag team partner. Carefully, he places his head next to Fallen’s and closes his eyes.]

Thunderkiss: - but this needs to be done.

[Don't try this at home...

FADE]

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Match 1: Will Slaughter vs. Alex Richmond (Credit: Danny Mainer)

MATCH 1: Alex Richmond VS Will Slaughter
Credit: Danny Mainer

MATCH BEGINNING:
In this match it was the fast, agile and arrogant Will Slaughter VS the big, powerful and arrogant Alex Richmond in a clash of the weights. It started off with a brief exchange of headlocks and single leg takedowns as well as attempted arm bars before Alex took the lead with a knife edge chop straight to the chest which Will fired straight back at him. The two had an early-match chop battle turning each others chests a bright shade of red before Richmond capitalized with a chop right to the mouth. Disorientated, Richmond went straight in with a boot to the gut and cinched in a Hip Toss. With Will on the mat, Richmond fired off a quick elbow drop driving his arm right into the sternum of the young kid. Slaughter barks in pain as Richmond grabs him and pulls him to the feet attempting a Vertical Suplex. However, Slaughter sails down his back landing on his feet and following up with a fore-arm to the back of the head. Richmond twirls around and flings a boot out aiming to catch Slaughter in the chest but Will catches it and drops with a Dragon Screw taking Alex to the mat. Then following THAT up, Will climbs out onto the apron and vollies himself over the top rope crashing onto Richmond with a slingshot senton.

MATCH MIDDLE:
Slaughter in control now, Richmond was slowly working his way up to his feet when Slaughter cinched him with a well-aimed Chop Block. Richmond dropped to one knee wincing in pain while Will attempted to work on the right leg of Alex Richmond. Slaughter quickly hit a boot to the head to send Richmond off balance and onto his side. Then securing his leg he snapped in a spinning toe hold to weaken what he’d already started. Richmond groans as he tries to power his way out. He rolls around valiantly trying to loosen his grip as Slaughter completes another spin further causing increasing amounts of pain to Richmond’s leg. On the fourth spin, Richmond flung his boot out catching Will in the stomach allowing him a few seconds of breathing room. He pulls his leg out of reach of Will before scuttling backwards like a beetle so he has a big enough time distance to push up to his feet. The two then slam into a Collar & Elbow Tie Up, Will quick as a flash hit a European Uppercut knocking Richmond off-balance before attempting an Enzu Lariat. Richmond countered it into a Side Slam planting Will on his back.

MATCH END:
The match begun to come to a head when Richmond hooked up a Scoop Slam but instead of planting him on the mat he dumped him over the top rope dropping him spine-first onto the thinly padded concrete flooring. Slaughter howled in pain as he rolled around clutching his ass hopping up and down for a bit before leaning on the crowd barrier to rest. Richmond followed him out there attempting to drag him back in but Slaughter hit a lightning fast eye-rake before slamming him head-first into the crowd barrier which the crowd didn’t particularly like. Slaughter then threw him back into the ring hitting a fore-arm over the edge of the ring before climbing in after him. Slaughter standing on the apron slaps his chest and smiles cockily earning himself some heel heat for his effort. Richmond slowly started to get to his feet as Slaughter joined him, he hit another kick to the leg to send Richmond down and then he attempted to hoist him up for The Hand Grenade. However, he couldn’t lift Richmond and with the distraction bought Richmond turned around and kneed him in the face to send him off balance.

Slaughter stumbles barely retaining his footing as Richmond attempts The Bottom Dollar, the crowd marks as he goes to hoist him but Slaughter hits a wicked headbutt to the stomach. Slaughter sprints forward in a tackling motion pushing Richmond back into the corner, lurching upwards with a knee to the groin before quick as a flash lifting him up for The Exorcism, all in such a rapid and fluid motion that the low blow was not detected by anyone except the audience and Richmond. JUST barely able to hold his weight, Slaughter plants Richmond on the mat with his finisher before hooking one of Richmond’s powerful, meaty legs for the 3-count.

WINNER: Will Slaughter VIA Low Blow & The Exorcism

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The bell rings but Slaughter doesn’t hang about to have his hand raised by the referee, instead he quickly dives out of the ring and Richmond’s way. As Philip announces the winner of the match the boos from the crowd are deafening and inside the ring Richmond protests his case in vain to the referee. So focused is Richmond on convincing the referee that he was low blowed he doesn’t notice Slaughter slip back into the ring behind him. In his hand is what appears to be a lead pipe and as he stalks Richmond, rolling his wrist with the pipe in his hand as if he can’t wait to use it, the audience attempt to give Richmond a warning. After a few seconds Richmond seems to understand what his fans are trying to tell him and turns cautiously to see what awaits him. Unfortunately Slaughter is too quick for him and he lurches forward, driving the pipe into Richmond’s head and dropping him to the mat like a dead weight.

Slaughter smirks as stands over the fallen Richmond, watching as blood pours from his head and he struggles to retain his consciousness. As Richmond begins to, very slowly, struggle his way to his feet Slaughter still remains motionless, simply watching. Finally, Richmond is able to get to a knee at which point the smirk on Slaughter’s face grows. Richmond is able to flick the hair out of his face and look upwards towards Slaughter just in time to see the pipe being brought down for a second time. Richmond crumbles as the blow connects and it becomes instantly obvious that he is out cold. The blood pours forth from his head with renewed gusto, covering the mat, as Slaughter rolls once more out of the ring. He struts over to Philip, snatching the mic from his hand before rolling back into the ring. The referee, during this time, has been able to signal the EMTs and they finally come rushing down the ramp to aid Richmond but are stopped in their tracks as Slaughter speaks.

Slaughter: Don’t you even dare, I have something I want to say. I still have this pipe and if you value your wellbeing you’ll stay exactly where you are!

The EMTs don’t have to be told twice and the crowd look totally mortified as the help Richmond needs is denied to him.

Slaughter: You’re not looking past me now are you Richmond? YOU NOTICE ME NOW DON’T YOU?!

The venom is evident in Slaughter’s voice as he spits his words out, standing over Richmond’s prone body. His face is red as he scowls but instead of continuing his rant he disrespectfully throws the mic into Richmond’s face before making his exit. Finally, mercifully the EMTs are allowed to enter the ring to help Richmond out.

Fade to Black

(End Credits: Alex Richmond/Will Slaughter)

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Segment: Mo' Problems

(Credit: Scott Andrews/Jake Steele)

As camera’s fade into the arena after the ad break, the focus is on the announcers as they welcome the fans back to Warfare.

McNally: Welcome back everybody! If you’ve just tuned in and didn’t know already, tonight we see Jay Zero vs. Thunder Train in Main Event action!

Edison: That’s sure to be a hard fight for Zero, taking on a man that big, but Zero’s proven before that he can hang with anybody.

Without warning, the arena is thrust into darkness and "Anasasis/Xenophontis" begins to play. The crowd begin cheering as the ambient guitar coupled with the soft cymbal build up create an atmosphere for the man who appears before them as the song kicks in full blast and the lights flash red and white.

McNally: It’s Scott Andrews!

Edison: What’s he doing out here?

Scott looks into the crowd and smiles before walking with purpose to the ring with a microphone in hand.

McNally: Looks like he’s coming down to speak to everyone, Eddie.

Scott enters the ring via the steel steps and stands in the middle of the ring until the music stops, along with the cheers from the fans.

Scott: Last week I was granted an International Title shot after I successfully defeated Dan White in singles competition, but I find out later that Jason Freeman also has a shot at the title. So what does this mean for the Scarlet Assassin? Do I beat the life out of Freeman and claim the No. 1 contendership position all for myself, or do I wait for Gingerdude to sort out this mess? ...Well to be honest, I don’t like waiting around for others to act, so I think I’ll make this easier for everyone...Jake Steele! Get your ass out here now!

The crowd pop as Scott calls the champion out to the ring. It doesn’t take long for Rick Ross “Hustlin' Remix” to begin playing, and Steele walks out with his title over his shoulder dressed in urban backstage attire. The crowd show mixed reactions for the champion, but Steele doesn’t care; he just wants to know why Scott called him out. He makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope before getting to his feet as the music cuts.

Steele - Ayo Scottie, what's up with ya pimp? Why you callin' me out right now? Tryin' to go for another night at da club, or maybe you want to tell me how unimpressive you think I am... which is it man?[/color]

Scott: Look, the reason I brought you out here is because, for the time being, you are the International Champion. And being the International Champion I figure you have a say in who should be competing for your belt, so I want you to answer me...Is it me, or Freeman?

The crowd yell out the name of the man they wish to see compete, but it is an overpowering gesture in Scott’s favour. Steele waits to retort.

Steele - So dat's it? You want to know who comes first to go up against me?... Well all I know is dat you, Scottie, are last in line.[/COLOR]

The crowd boo Steele as the champion keeps his compsure.

Steele - I’m a busy nigga Scottie, and like I said before, everyone wants a shot at me. So you gonna have to wait in line if you tryin' to become International too, ya dig?[/COLOR]

Scott: Jake, you can be as busy as whores vagina, but I’m NOT gonna wait in line!

The crowd cheer for the Scarlet Assassin as he stares Jake Steele down in the middle of the ring.

Scott: The way I see it, I deserve a shot at your title regardless of Freeman’s position in the matter. So I’ll tell ya what - - -

Steele - -- No, I’ll tell YOU what, Scottie. If you can beat me in a competition of my choice, I’ll give you da first shot at challenging me for my belt. But if you lose... you can say goodbye to any dreams you got of becomin' International.[/COLOR]

Scott ponders the decision for a moment.

Scott: Y’know what, Steele, even though I could lay your ass out right now for being a difficult asshole, I’ll play along with your game cos it means I’m gonna have another reason to laugh in your face when I beat you!

Another pop from the audience.

Steele - Well seein' as you so confident, Scott, I might as well let you know what’s goin' down. This Thursday night, on Meltdown, will see me, myself and I, Jake Steele go one on one with da Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews... in a Free Style Rap Battle![/COLOR]

Edison: A rap battle?!

The crowd actually respond well to the idea and Scott can only help but chuckle and shake his head.

Scott: You’re kidding me right?

Steele - You wanted dis opportunity Scott, and if you want any type of chance of facin' me, you gonna have to beat me lyrically first.[/COLOR]

Not one to back down from any challenge, nor taking being called a coward lightly, Scott get’s his game face on and goes face to face with Steele.

Scott: You’re – on.

Another loud round of cheers explodes from the fans as Scott accepts the stipulations.

Steele - Just realize dat you are out of ya element, and definitely out of my league... I'll see yo ass on Meltdown boy.[/COLOR]

“Hustlin' Remix” hits again as Jake backs up and rolls out of the ring. Scott looks on and stares at him as he walks backwards, keeping his eye on Scott as well.

McNally: Well, I can’t say I have too much knowledge in the field of hip hop, but I have a feeling we’ll be seeing quite a war of words on Thursday night!

The scene fades as Steele goes behind the curtains.

Fade Out.

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Segment Title: No Fighting in the War Room (Credit: Freeman)

The segment fades into Ginger's office. He sits at his desk doing some paperwork, when suddenly the door opens. In walks the Television Champion Jason Freeman, to the boos of the crowd. From the confused look on his face, it seems that he doesn't know why he's in here.

Ginger: Ah, Freeman.

Freeman: You wanted to see me?

Ginger: Well, last week I had a little conversation with Dan White...

Freeman: Was it about how he thought that I didn't deserve a title shot? And about how he thought he deserved one? Yes, I hope that you set him straight. I have to tell you Ginger, he is not happy right now, and I am more than a little concerned that he may try something drastic.

Ginger: Well, I wouldn't worry about that one. He won't be touching you, because if he does...he'll lose his title shot. I called you in to tell you that, and also to make it clear that this applies to you too! If you and him come to any blows at all, then NEITHER one of you will receive ANY title shot at any time in the near future!

Freeman doesn't seem very happy with this statement. On the one hand, it prevents Dan from assaulting him, but on another hand, if for some reason they do come to blows, his International Championship match is gone!

Freeman: WHAT?! BUT...BUT...If he was to say, ASSAULT me...sure he doesnt get a shot, but he doesn't even HAVE one...what's to stop him from doing that?! Then I lose my shot?

Ginger: If that was to happen, I assure you I'd deal with it accordingly, however...my point is, if you attempt to start anything with him, you are going to pay the consequences. I've had enough with you two and your ceaseless problems.

Freeman: Fine, then. Fine...

And suddenly, Freeman turns and walks out the door, leaving Ginger looking after him suspiciously...He said fine, but...has he really changed his mind and complied that easily? Has he really just accepted the possibility of him losing his title shot? Does Freeman have something up his sleeve? The camera fades out, leaving these questions unanswered.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Do Your Worst
Credit: Josh Robertson/Jake Cheng

ACW:Warfare returns from a commercial break and opens up with a camera shot of one of the hallways in the backstage area. A few moments pass before sounds of life quickly appear to indicate that someone is on their way towards the hallway. The sound of a man's voice can be heard calling something before the man who it belongs to can be seen quickly making his way into the hallway. It is Josh Robertson. Robertson doesn't seem to be in any mood - or time - to hang around, he quickly scans the name tags of the various doors that he passes before carrying on. As he enters a much busier part of the arena the camera switches to a behind view, Robertson has no quarrels about barging people out of the way and receives more than a few dirty looks - and worse - from passersby before he eventually reaches his destination, the locker room area. He scans the various names on the doors to see which locker room belongs to who, with it being obvious which one he is looking for. Eventually he finds what he was looking for as the camera zooms in to show "Jake Cheng" on the door in front of Robertson. Robertson stands motionless for a moment before knocking on the door. No response. Robertson knocks on the door again, this time multiple times. Again, no response.

Josh Robertson: I know that you are in there, Jake. There's no use trying to hide, now give me a real match and stop trying to pretend you are something you are not!

Yet again, no response. Robertson is clearly frustrated that he can't for the life of him get a hold of Cheng tonight. He tries opening the door but it's locked and proceeds to pull the handle up and down before lashing out and kicking the bottom of the door leaving a nice little dent for Cheng when he does return. Robertson let's out a sigh and frowns before beginning to head back in the direction he came.

Josh Robertson: It is going to take more than hide and seek to stop you from being exposed as the fake you are, Cheng. You can count on that.

A now seemingly calmer Robertson continues to head back in the direction he came, though how he plans to get a match from Cheng tonight one has to wander. However…

Jake Cheng was standing behind him the entire time. Standing like he is ready to hit a baseball. But instead of hitting this ball with a bat, he is going to use a steel chair. And instead of hitting a ball, it will be Josh’s head.

Jake Cheng: Here I am.

Jake takes his swing and successfully hits his opponent. Critical hit! It’s super effective! Josh Robertson fainted! Jake stands over his fallen enemy.

Jake Cheng: You can come looking for me Robertson. Do your worst. You are the most pathetic piece of shit in this industry. I dare you to come after me. I know every trick in the book. Good luck.

The Asian Extraordinaire resumes his normal posture and walks into his locker room. As Cheng shuts his door, Bill Wright comes around the corner. At first he doesn’t realize it, but then he sees Josh Robertson on the ground and begins to call for help as the segment fades.

Fade Out

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Hanging Christmas Lights Is Fun! (Credit: Train/XS3)

We open looking down the street of a subdivision. Snow is falling very hard and we can barely see anything except a purple-ish sky and the outlines of a few houses. Suddenly, headlights appear in the distance. The headlights starts closer until they are in front of the camera. The camera then switches to an inside view of the car. We see Thunder Train and Thunder Lawyer sitting inside.

Train: Do I REALLY have to do this? I mean, its fucking below zero out there and its snowing like a motherfucker.

Lawyer: I'm sorry Train, but you need to do this. The reading thing didn't exactly work the way we wanted it to, but that's not a problem. You do this, and you are that much closer to being in the clear.

Train: GODDAMMIT! What's this guys name?

Lawyer: Mr....Vines I think. I'll pick you up in 3 hours.

Train gets out of the car and walks up to the house. He turns around again and waves goodbye to Lawyer. He rings the doorbell and waits....and waits....and waits. Finally, a man about 53 years of age comes to the door.

Old Man: Can I help you, son?

Train: I'm here to put up your Christmas lights.

Old Man: Okay, they're out in the shed. Have fun.

Train: OK...

Train leaves the porch and goes to a shed in the backyard. He opens it up and sees a ton of Christmas lights. He sighs and starts picking them up. He grabs several strands, a snowman, a reindeer, a Santa and a tree. He carries them all out to the front of the house . He goes back and grabs a ladder as well. He starts stapling the lights up to the house and putting the trees into the ground and putting up the snowmen and all that. He runs into a problem however, as the ladder isn't strong enough to support both Train and the Santa. The ladder breaks and Train falls down. The man comes outside after hearing the noise.

Mr. Vines: What the-- What have you done to my house?!



Train stands up slowly and looks at the old man.

Train: What? I think it looks pretty good to be honest. I've spent like an hour on this. This a masterpiece of the Train.

Mr. Vines: If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it! Try it again, I haven't got much time.

Train: Well then how do you wan--

Train can't finish his sentence as the old man walks back into his house. Train punches the snow and begins taking the stuff down. He takes down the lights and the snowmen. Train starts to get fed up with putting stuff up so he decides to piss in the snow "Train wuz here" That'll teach the old fuck. Cue a montage of Train putting up more Christmas things then being finished. He yells for the old guy to come back out and take a look. The old man appears, but isn't happy again.



Mr. Vines: THIS IS EVEN WORSE THAN THE FIRST ONE! I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU SHIT FOR THIS!

Train: I'm not asking for shit for this! I want my fucking community service so I can not go to jail.

Mr. Vines: Well, you have a lot of work to do buddy, do it again.

Train: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

Train hurries and takes down all the lights again. This time we get another montage, but it's in double speed. Train hammers on the house, and seems to make it bigger. He grabs more lights from the shed and even takes some of the neighbors lights.
Train: HEY OLD FUCK! IT'S DONE!

The old man walks out again.



Mr. Vines: Well this is just....SHIT! YOU CAN'T HANG CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR THE LIFE OF YOU!

Mr. Vines leaves again. Train begins to take stuff down then stops. He realizes that he doesn't need to do anything. He enters the house and confronts the man inside of his kitchen.

Train: NO! YOU CAN FUCKING DO IT! FOR A FEW HOURS NOW I'VE HAD TO PUT UP WITH YOUR CONSTANT BITCHING ABOUT HOW MY AWESOME WORK ISN'T GOOD! WELL BUDDY, YOU CAN GO FUCKING YOURSELF UNTIL YOU DIE! WHICH FROM THE LOOKS OF IT WON'T BE LONG! YOU ARE A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT THAT CAN'T BENEFIT THIS WORLD IN ANYWAY! YOU TAKE UP SPACE, TAKE UP AIR, TAKE UP GOODS THAT OTHER PEOPLE COULD USE!

The old man just stands there shocked. Then in the backround, you can hear a toilet flush. A door opens and XS3 walks out. Train is shocked as well now and just stands there.

Train: H-Hey XS3. What are you doing here?

XS3: I'm just here visiting my father. What are you up to?

Train: I-I gotta hang up some Christmas lights.

XS3: Oh? Well, can you explain to me why you were just yelling at my dad like that? What did he do to you?

Train: He has been yelling at me the whole time I've been here about the Christmas lights outside. I have done an epic job and he keeps giving me shit because of it. Wait, how is he your dad? His name is Mr. Vines.

XS3: I think your paper had a smudge on it. Now Dad, is this true?

Papa XS3: Ahem, umm....yeah it is. But I probably would've done a better job of it myself.

Train: AW WHAT THE HELL! I'M GONNA GO! YOU CAN HANG YOUR OWN CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!

Train flips Papa XS3 the bird and leaves the house. Thunder Lawyer is sitting there waiting.

Lawyer: How did it go?

Train: Horribly! Let me see that paper...

Train grabs the paper from Thunder Lawyer and reads it. He notices a small smudge in front of Vines. He cleans it and sees that it is Irvine's. Train rips up the paper and eats it. They drive off as we fade out.

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Psyche - Part 2”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss, a Double Penetration Roleplay

Owwwwwwwww!

[Last thing he remembered he was in the comfort of his warm locker room at Warfare. Now, he has not a clue on his whereabouts. However, one thing is for sure: he’s not in Kansas anymore. Surrounding him is a large city shrouded in shadows and neon lights. Gothic style buildings rise up high into the sky on all sides. Smoke rises up into the dark veiled sky where only the illuminations of the moon can be seen. Screams from near by whore houses rattle his ears with their uneasiness. Naked women walk around everywhere and think nothing twice of it. Men in dark robes grab midgets running about and pummel them at will. Steroid wholesale shops line the streets like Wal-Marts. FSX, WELCOME TO THE MIND OF THUNDERKISS!]

FSX: Well, this is new. It's like if Disney Land finally started exposing it's sadistic, Nazi loving ways...

“Why, hello there”

[It comes from right behind him. Turning in the direction of the voice, FSX’s curiosities continue to rise as he comes face to face with a giant, talking vagina. Standing at his level, he is unsure on where to place his eyes for conversation and guesses on its’ clitoris.]

FSX: I guess considering where I am...this is no surprise. Hey, how's it going? What's life like as a mutant vagina?

“We don’t get many visitors around these parts.”

FSX: I can't imagine why. It might have something to do with the fact you have to be clubbed in the back of the head to get here.

“My name is Cynthia. I realize that everything must be confusing right now but do not fear, I will lift your vale of confusion. I am fully aware of the master’s problems and will be glad to be of assistance. Just think of me as your tour guide.”

FSX: Right, no thanks. It's bad enough I have to be lead around by a giant, talking vagina. Seriously. What kind of a perverse monstrosity is this? I mean, even if I'm in Kiss' head he should of gave me a cool tour guide. Someone the kids can relate too! Like Nelson Mandela or something...Oh well. So can I leave yet? This place looks sticky.

“It shall be quite some time before you find the “exit” naturally, Fallen. In the meanwhile I think it would be best for you to heed my advice. Men of smaller stature do not last long around here, trust me. Now please, step inside.”

[The labia lips of the giant vagina spread open revealing a portal underneath. FSX does a double take but his second glance confirms his first. Yes Fallen, a giant, teleporting vagina stands before you.]

FSX: Fuck this. I'm not crawling up into you, I'd rather take the stairs or something! Seriously, I don't want to crawl into a giant vagina. It's not me!

“The hooded men are approaching; there is not much time. We must make haste. Please, enter me.”

FSX: Such bullshit...when do I get to lead the adventure..? Fine... please don't be on your period...

[FSX closes his eyes and runs into the giant vagina. A great white light engulfs him, the warmth of which is pleasantly surprising. It vanishes as quick as it advanced upon him, leaving him smack dab in the middle of a school’s play ground. Uncomfortable feelings immediately creep into his soul as he examines his surroundings, an effort make difficult thanks to a scorching sun above that bakes his body as if it were in an oven.]

“Welcome to the childhood of Thunderkiss”

Children *chanting*: Tiny man! Tiny man! Aiden Joseph is a tiny man!

Aiden: Leave me alone!

[FSX walks up to a circle of children who are tormenting one of their own. Inside the human wall is a young verison of Thunderkiss who desperately tries to find a way out. Skinny and frail, his attempts to break out are futile as he is continually pushed back onto the concrete floor.]

Children *chanting*: No hugs or kisses, just a slap from a palm. Look out kids here comes Aiden’s mom!

Aiden *sobbing*: Go AWAY!

Children *chanting*: Aiden is a bas-tard! Aiden is a bas-tard! Aiden is a bas-tard! Aiden is a bas-tard!

Aiden: I hate you. I HATE YOU ALL! !

[The torment from the other children drives Aiden into a fetal position. There, he reassures himself that one day soon this nightmare will be over and it will be him that does the bullying.]

Aiden: I .... WILL .... SHOW .... YOU. ALL OF YOU!

FSX: Sweet, this is like a terrible horror movie from the eighties. All we need is some cow blood, and psychic powers, and we got Carrie!

“In his youth he was tormented for his small size. Very thin and frail, he was an easy target for the other kids growing up. Kids can be very cruel at that age. Thunderkiss knows this all too well.”

FSX: Boo hoo. I grew up in an orphanage run by pedophiles. Some people and their weak minds...sigh...so what's that covering his body?

“Bruises. Thunderkiss was abused by as a child by his mother. She was very angry woman and an alcoholic to boot. Her frustrations in life were taken out on her child. He did not know love growing up, only hate.”

FSX: I see. Well, guess that solves everything. He's angry and abusive because his mother was a bitch, end of the story. Can I go now?

“Truer words have never been spoken for your first comment, however, this is an issue that has riddled his body since as long as he can remember. While it has hampered him socially, it is not responsible for his over abundance of self doubt. Come, we must dig deeper.”

FSX: Gotta say, this is the first time a vagina has told me to dig deeper. But seeing I don't have a choice...let's go.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Be Careful What You Wish For
Alex Richmond

We open to Alex Richmond’s locker room where Richmond is sat on a chair staring directly into the camera, his eyes burning with fury. A doctor cleans the enormous gash on his forehead as he sits unmoving, just staring at the camera intently. As the doctor begins to stitch him Richmond begins to speak. His hate-filled stare, however, in unwavering.

Richmond: Will Slaughter! Was it not enough that you had to cheat to beat me?! Was it really necessary to split my head WIDE OPEN?!

Richmond rises to his feet, closing the distance between himself and the camera. The wound on his head begins trickling blood, and the doctor can be heard muttering angrily in the background about how he’s “gonna have to do those damn stitches again”, but Richmond doesn’t even seem to notice.

Richmond: You wanted my full attention? Well BRAVO!! You’ve got it. My sights are focused directly on you! Ever heard the phrase “Be careful what you wish for” Will? Cos you’re going to get the explanation first hand!!

Richmond gives himself time for a prolonged scowl down the camera lens before shoving his hand into it, ending the segment. What does Richmond have planned for Will Slaughter? When will he carry out those plans? Why have I ended all my segments with these summing up questions? Who knows, who the hell even cares?!

Fade to Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Cooking Things Up (Credit: Train/XS3)

We open backstage inside the RSX3 locker room. Train is getting some much needed rest before his match. He is snoring and talking in his sleep about different types of gingerbread men and candy canes. His phone starts vibrating in his pocket, which causes his whole leg to start spazzing out and moving around. This wakes the Train who thinks that something is trying to attack him. He grabs a nearby crowbar and starts hitting his leg. He cries out in pain and shortly after realizes that it's his phone ringing. Train lol's and answers it.

Train: Hello?

?: Hey Train.

Train: Who is this?

?: This is an old friend of yours...

Train: Who?

?: Come on, you gotta know.

Train: NO! TELL ME!

?: Chef....

Train doesn't talk. He is surprised to hear from Chef.

Chef: You there Train?

Train: Yeah I'm here. How...have you been doing since you got burned?

Chef: Pretty good. The bandages came off a while ago, but I still have a lot of scars. And my wife just gave birth to our second child, a boy, about 2 months ago.

Train: Oh yeah, how old is your kid now?

Chef: Two. She is a lot of fun being around.

Train: Well that's great. Why did you call me?

Chef: I was calling to say hi. I haven't talked to you since we planned that swerve on everyone. I think I am almost cleared to come back to the ring, so you never know, I might end up facing you one day.

Train: Heh. I would enjoy that. Or better yet, you could be one my allies in RSX3. We could name it, something....

Chef: Yeah, I work better when I am with a group. And since I can probably never wrestle the same ever again, it would be nice to be with people I trust.

Train: ....Yeah

The door opens and in walks XS3. He waves at Train who holds up his finger, signaling "one second."

Train: Yeah, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later.

Train hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket. XS3 grabs a bottle of water and turns back to Train.

XS3: Who was that?

Train: That was Chef.

XS3: Chef? But didn't you--

Train: Yes I did. But we aren't going to talk about that alright?

XS3: All right. What did he want to talk to you about?

Train: He said that hes ready to wrestle again and I offered him a spot in RSX3.

XS3: You did WHAT? Train, we can't let him in. FSX got let into the group and look what he did. We can't trust anyone with our secrets if they're going to turn around and stab us in the back. Do you understand what I mean?

Train: I wasn't serious about the offer man. It was just to make him feel better. If he does come back, I'll be nice to him sure, but he won't ever be a part of this group.

XS3: All right then, if you say so. Want something to eat before the match?

Train: Stupid question. YES I WILL! OM NOM NOM!!!!

Train blasts by XS3 and goes through the door. XS3 follows while laughing. With Chef possibly returning, what was the secret Train was trying to hide? Only time will tell us...

Fade out.