Thursday Night Meltdown December 11th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown December 11th 2008

ACW US Manifest Destiny Tour
Las Vegas, Nevada
Thomas & Mack Center(15,000)

Schedule of Matches:
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Jake Cheng vs. Wayde Ruseller

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Thunder Train vs. Fallen Souls

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Jake Steele and Jason Freeman vs. Dan White, Alex Richmond, and Jonny Hughes

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BK London vs. Danny Mainer II

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Jay Zero vs. Scott Andrews

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[BK London]

Segment: MC Assassin vs. MC Dynasty

(Credit: Scott/Steele/Dan)

The opening fireworks kick off through the Thomas & Mack Center, as the wild and sinful ACW fans who inhabit Las Vegas are gambling that this will be one hell of a show. They yell and scream, anticipating whatever is to come up first for the night. Could it be another Jay Zero/BK London confrontation? Could we see something boil over between Chris Williams and Dave Tyler? Hell, we might even see Thunderkiss and FSX come out to try and top the weirdness that they created last week. Everyone seems to be wondering what the opening segment of the night will be, and sooner than later that wondering is cut short, as "Gingerdude's Theme" hits the PA System, to a mellow reaction by the usually loud fans of Vegas. Ginger calmly steps onto the stage in his usual suit and tie, with a microphone in his hand. He doesn't waste any time as he begins to speak, his music cutting off before a word can even get out.

Gingerdude: Right, well it seems that this past Monday we had quite a show. Such a show in fact that one half of our Tag Team Champions got his bloody brains pounded in - TWICE and our International Champion got arrested. It also seems that yet again, more and more people have either been demanding matches to prove themselves in one way or another. Or matches to go up against Jake Steele for his Championship. And quite frankly I am dreadfully tired of it. Which is why I have decided to construct a match so that everyone can be happy. You see, at Winter's Discontent, it will be -

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

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Before Ginger can finish whatever he was about to say, the opening chorus of "Hustlin Remix" by Rick Ross begins to play over the PA System, which warrants a mixed and slightly shocked reaction from the crowd. Gingerdude looks back at the entrance curtain with a frustrated look on his face, a few moments pass by and Ginger now looks over to the platform area but no smoke has billowed out from that specific area. But what he doesn't realize is that he's looking for Steele in all the wrong places. To the far right of Ginger, off of the entrance stage, a long black limo begins to pull into the ringside area. It goes into park and the roof of it begins to slide all the way open. Once it's open, the man of many names raises up through the roof with that ever so cocky smile on his face. And for a man who supposed to be locked up, Steele looks crisp and clean. He has the fresh suit, Gucci shades, his usual get up. Yet what really catches the eye of the fans is Steele's International Title. It seems rather odd as mostly everyone saw Dan White with Steele's Championship around his waist last week. But upon closer inspection, this belt looks different. Gone is the dual II on the left and right plates, and now there are two 'S'. The top of the title still says International, but engraved next to it is the prefix "Mr." And instead of the copper like color of the original belt, the belt is now more of a metallic color, with some blue going through it. Steele smirks and raises the title into the air, pointing at his name plate as the fans are booing his blatant arrogance. Steele lifts himself fully out of the limo, and he stands on top of the roof, keeping his title suspended in the air. Ginger doesn't stick around to watch the show, going into the back looking more and more pissed. Steele doesn't even notice any of it though as he runs down the hood of the limo and jumps off. He climbs up onto the top of the stage and he raises his title yet again, causing blue and silver fireworks to fire off behind him.

McNally: Well apparently Steele has been released from Salt Lake's Police Department and he is once again back and still cocky as ever. I don't understand how he gets out of these situations every time.

Edison: He's rich, and he's black. Something has got to give Maxie.

Steele reaches the end of the ramp and he rolls into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle once again raising his newly designed championship for even more heat from the fans. Steele closes his eyes and takes all of it in, as he climbs back down and begins to pace back and forth, now looking at Phillip Jones who stands in the ring with a microphone in his hand.

Philip: Ladies and gentleman, the following competition is the Free Style Rap Battle to determine whether or not Scott Andrews will get a title shot against Jake Steele for the International Championship! Currently in the ring, he is the International Champion, JAKE STEEEEEELLLEEE!!!

Jake just smiles, before he is handed a extra microphone from a stagehand nearby.

Philip: And his opponent for this contest, the Scarlet Assassin, SCOTT AAAAAANNDDREEWWWSSS!!!

“Anasasis/Xenophontis” blasts the P.A. and Scott comes onto the ramp wearing a red flat brim hat and an ACW hoodie of the same colour along with black Dickies pants and white Air Force 1’s. The crowd burst into cheers as the charismatic yet completely temperamental Scott Andrews makes his way to the ring. He climbs onto the ropes and somehow he has changed Jake Steele's entire demeanor, as Steele looks on in disgust before cutting Scott’s music short.

Steele - Whoa, whoa, cut the music yo...[/COLOR]

Scott walks to the centre of the ring and Jake looks him up and down.

Steele - What da fuck you wearin' man?[/color]

Scott: I thought I’d get into the spirit of things by dressing up the way my advisor told me to; he said it’d fit the occasion.

Steele - Oh, ai-wait what da fuck. What advisor?[/color]

Suddenly, “Body Count” begins playing and the crowd go nuts as Ice T walks onto the ramp and down to the ring.

McNally: WHAT?! Ice T?! This is crazy!

He makes his way to the ring, slapping fans hands as he goes.

Steele - You know damn well dat’s cheatin’ nigga! You can’t just bring in Ice-T![/color]

Scott: There were no rules to say I couldn’t get someone to teach me a thing or two about the rap game, homie.

The crowd laugh as Steele grits his teeth but continues albeit his obvious frustration.

Steele - Whateva' man. You gon' need all da help you can get,[/color]

Scott: Well he did a fine job in Rap School, so I asked for his advice on beating you tonight.

Ice T: That’s right, Scott. See, Jake, Scott’s gonna wipe the floor with your ass as soon as that beat starts spinning.

The crowd cheer some more for the input from the celebrity guest of the moment, but Philip decides to get the actual contest underway before anything physical gets started.

Philip: The rules are simple; you each get 30 seconds to rap about one another and whoever gets the best reaction wins. Jake, since it’s your domain you will go first, do you both understand?

Both men nod and Philip stands back. The beat begins and Jake moves with the rhythm before unleashing his rhymes.

Steele -

Not even a second in and people screamin' my name,
And if you think dey booin', den somethin' wrong with ya brain,
I'm physically and mentally insane, I'm on a new level of crazy,
Why you think I get hit with a brainbuster and I come back like nothin' phase me?

It's a simple method when I wreck it,
I shattered the glass ceilin' so fast nobody saw it comin',
Dey still tried to walk up to me like I was somebody to mess wit',
I'm on dat A Tribe Called Quest shit, on a electric relaxation,
I'll shock yo stupid ass, leave you on a electric vacation,

More spells den a Hatian, sorry but it had to be said,
You can ask Jessie Young, I put bitches to bed,
Take all of ya bread, kill all of ya cred,
Den I cut you out of da picture like dreads,

After dis is done you can expect to see Scott Andrews in the back with a tear in his eye
Cause right now it's obvious dat I'm wastin' my time,
So sublime when I rhyme, in 2 states it's a crime,
You need to spit a full 16 to win, I kill you in one line.

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The crowd give mixed reactions, and although his rap was good, Scott thinks he can do better.

Scott: Is that all you got, Steele? I’ma bout ta’ rip you wit ma’ flow, dogg!

The crowd laugh as Scott poses like a rapper. Jake swipes his hand in front of him as if to say “Nah man” but the beat begins picking up and Scott starts getting into it as the crowd begin clapping along.

Scott:

Yeah that rap was pretty good, but mine will be better,
Like my impending title run born from a vendetta,
Using my wrestling prowess I’ll turn you into cheddar,
But when I beat you don’t expect an apology letter,

Cos I’m ruthless and cold when I’m on the attack,
Turn you to paranoia so you constantly watch your back,
Your title run is drooping and I’m here to pick up the slack,
To take your championship belt and put it on a plaque,

You call yourself “The Nightmare” but El Froggy Mask is scarier than you,
You don’t belong in the ring, man, you belong in the zoo,
Thunder Train and XS3 can’t help you when you’re marooned,
In the middle of the ring without the help of your crew,

Cos I’m the Scarlet Assassin, Jake Steele bashing, son of a gun,
I’ll give you the Headshot, the Heat Seeker is locked on,
And this rap is almost over, it’s about to be done,
There’s no need to check the scoreboards cos I’ve already won.

The crowd literally erupt in cheers, applause and whistles as Scott lets loose verbally on his opponent. Looks like the mentoring of Ice T paid off in the end.

McNally: I can’t believe what I just saw! Scott actually gave this a real shot and while I don’t know much about freestyle rap, I know he kicked some major ass!

Edison: You can say that again, Max! Wow! These people are going nuts!

Jake turns to the crowd and signals and shouts for them to cut it out. This approach does nothing but make them louder.

Philip: Well it’s time to pick a winner, and Ice T, I think I’ll let you read it out.

Philip hands Ice T a piece of paper that was handed to Philip by a stage hand.

Ice T: And the winner is...SCOTT ANDREWS!

A huge pop from the crowd as Scott celebrates and Jake Steele can’t believe his ears. The champion's jaw drops in shock from hearing Scott is the winner. Then the shock turns to anger as Steele gets in the face of Ice-T and begins harassing him. Scott stops it from escalating any further and he jumps in Steele's face. The two begin trading smack talk before Scott's hat flies off his head by the hand of the International Champ. And just like that both men begin brawling. Ice-T leaves the ring for his own safety as Scott and Steele trade hard blows to the face. The brawling quickly spills to the outside as Steele ducks a punch and pokes Scott in the eye, before clotheslining him over the top rope. Steele throws his suit jacket off, before he jumps out of the ring and sees Ice-T standing near the fight, watching on a bit. Steele decides to get in his face.

Steele - You want some you fake ass nigga!? Get da fuck out my arena and go back to Law & Order befo' I fuck Coco![/color]

Ice-T is visibly pissed and he clenches his fist. Steele stares into the veteran rappers eyes for a moment, before he just snickers and turns back around to continue with Scott. Steele picks Scott up from off of the ground, only to have the angry superstar to elbow the champ hard in the gut. Steele reels back holding his stomach area, cautiously taking steps back away from Scott and holding one hand up. Steele backs up further but forgets that Ice-T is right behind him - and he's still pissed. T turns Steele around and throws a old school punch at the young and cocky player, which sends Steele back a few steps, and right into a punch by Scott. T and Scott start having some fun as they juggle Steele back and forth with continuous punches. Steele gets more than just a bit dizzy and almost drops to the floor, but T insists on Scott getting one final blow on Steele. T grabs Steele by his arms and holds him up for Scott, who looks to be priming himself to hit The Headshot. He gets to a knee briefly, bouncing up and down before charging into Steele and lunging his foot at Steele...

But instead Ice-T gets all of the Shin Saikyou High Kick! Steele moved at pretty much the last, last second and caused for Scott to accidentally knock out his advisor. Steele takes the time he now has to roll into the ring and grab his International Title. He slides back out just as fast and hits Scott in the back of the head with his title belt, causing Scott to fall over on T as he was checking on him. Steele sees everything in his favor and he begins laughing at the sight of it. His laughter doesn't last long as the music of his new but not so new rival begins to play...

ANARCHY!!!!!!

Steele's smile turns upside real quick like as the Self-Proclaimed, Interim International Champion; Dan White comes down the ramp with that said title over his shoulder and a smile on his face. Steele slides in the ring with his own title and he watches on as Dan makes his way into the ring. Dan and Steele, both with their titles over their shoulders, and both seem to be confident about whatever may happen in the next thirty seconds. They trade a kodak moment together, and pose for the fans.

Dan: Alright bruv, nice title you got there.

Steele - Yeah I had da people higher up make it for me, nice right?

Dan: Eh, shame it ain't the original.

Steele - It's da new original man. You know how da sayin' go, out with da old, in with da new.[/color]

Dan: Face it pal, you're not International Champion material. I'm the fan's champion, excuse the bad rip off

Steele - I'm not International Champion material? Says da man who walks around with other people's shit. You couldn't win da World title so you grabbed a replica and pretended to be one. Dat's what my illegitimate son does nigga.[/color]

Dan: Whatever dude, like you could even get a shag mate. I'd be surprised if you'd even started sprouting pubes, the way you act

Steele - Aye! My dick bout dis long homeboy. And I been 'shaggin' since I was in diapers son.

Dan: Wait, so you've been shagging since you were in diapers? So your first shag must have been as unimpressed with your size as your most recent, eh? And by the way, Steele. Incest's illegal, no matter how much you wanna argue

Steele - You know what? I'm just about tired of you runnin' yo mouth Mr. STD. So let's stop with da chuckie shit and let's get crackin'...

Dan: Fine by me, bitchboy.

And then just like that they drop their titles and begin to clash. It's Great Britain vs. America all over again and the fans are eating it up. "Yay" for whenever Dan lands a punch, and "Boo" for whenever Steele hits one. Yay, Boo, Yay, Boo, Yay, Boo, the shit never ends really. That is until Dan grabs Steele by the arm and irish whips him across the ring. Steele rebounds off the ropes and instead of running into a attack, he attempts a clothesline, but Dan swiftly moves to the side. And as Steele rebounds off the rope, Dan hits him with a DDT! Dan gets ready to continue with Steele, but that comes to a halt as "Ugly" by The Exies hits and to a chorus of boos, Freeman comes running out.

Freeman slides into the ring and almost attacks Dan but then he realizes that he can't touch him or else his shot is gone, so he does the next best thing - kick Steele's ass. Freeman grabs the IN Champ by his shirt and lifts him up to a knelt position. Freeman takes a moment to look at Dan, then at Steele before he runs to the ropes. But Freeman doesn't come back at full speed, instead he stops running altogether and holds his back in pain, before dropping to the mat. Dan cracks a smile as the person behind killing Freeman's momentum is none other than Jonny Hughes with his kendo stick of course. Hughes slowly rolls into the ring and looks at Freeman who's now on the mat. He then sees Steele who is still knelt and he swiftly drives his kendo stick into the back of Steele aswell! Hughes now begins to smile as he looks at the carnage he and Dan caused. But their celebration is cut short when "Gingerdude's Theme" hits and the ACW Chairman comes out looking P.I.S.S.E.D. He immediately motions for his music to be cut and he begins ranting into the mic.

Gingerdude: THAT'S IT! I've bloody had it up to the sky with all of you and I am NOT gonna have my show be run rampant by you title hungry sons of bitches!

McNally:[/color] I think Ginger has finally snapped Eddie.

Edison:[/color] And he's not even done yelling at everyone yet!

Gingerdude: This entire month I've had to deal with stealing, backstage assaults, my champions being arrested, and everyone complaining about a shot... one shot to become International Champion. Well now is the time that you all get your bloody shot at gold. Because for this upcoming PPV, Winter's Discontent, I've constructed a match. A match that will give everyone a chance... or maybe not. It's a match that I've been thinking of doing for quite some time, but until now I couldn't find the right five men to be in it. Not even the war with OCW was right for this specific match.

At this point in his speech, Hughes and Dan raise a eyebrow to whatever Ginger is preluding to. While on the outside, Scott slowly gets to a knee, holding the back of his head. Ginger continues.

Gingerdude: The concept of it is quite simple really. Two of you five will begin the match, and you will compete under Championship Scramble rules. Once the first bell rings, a time limit will go up and there will be exactly five minutes until the next participant comes out. This process will continue until all five men are inside of the ring. But in those rules lies a twist... whoever gets the first pin or submission in the match, whether all five men are in or not... will be the winner and the new International Champion.

Edison:[/color] That means that the match could be over before anyone else even comes out!

McNally:[/color] That is quite the interesting concept.

Steele is coming to, and judging by the look on his face, he must have heard the stipulation. Next to Steele, Freeman is arising too and he just tries to shake off the dizziness that the kendo stick caused. Ginger looks down at the ring and he continues his speech, now with somewhat of a smirk on his face.

Gingerdude: Ah, Steele, you're up. Good, because this next part I want you to hear loud and clear. I almost forgot this detail but thank the heavens I remembered it... You see, the five of you will not just be competing in a normal ring with these specific stipulations, oh no. You'll be fighting, and brutalizing each other in a place Hunter is familar with, hell.

Everyone in the arena stops, and confused by what Ginger just said. Ginger clears his throat and says what he actually meant.

HELL... IN A CELL!

McNally: OH MY! WE HAVEN'T HAD A HELL IN A CELL MATCH IN OVER 16 MONTHS!

Edison Steele doesn't seem to care about those facts Maxie! He just looks shocked!

Gingerdude: Oh yes, and if that isn't enough, tonight as a preview we will see the self proclaimed International Champion, Dan White team up with Jonny Hughes. They will face the actual International Champion, Jake Steele and his partner... Jason Freeman.

And as Ginger slides back into the backstage area of the ACW arena, all five men seem to be in their own moods about this revelation. The fans themselves are estatic about the dual announcement of Hell in a Cell and the sure to be explosive tag match between four of the five men involved in the match. So if it wasn't clear from the jump, tonight is set to be one HELL of a night.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Barking Up The Wrong Tree

(Credit: Freeman/Scott)

The camera fades in to show Jason Freeman, the Television Champion, walking down the hallway. He is not in the best mood, having been informed earlier that he has to team up with Jake Steele tonight, a man who certainly does not want to work with him. On top of that, while he is in the same match as Dan White, he is still not able to touch him. he will not be given a title shot any time in the near future. Suddenly, he stops, however...he seems to have seen somebody. And as he walks forward, the camera slowly pans to the right, to reveal Scott Andrews! The fans cheer as they see the Scarlet Assasin, and Freeman's manner, which previously seemed uptight, and annoyed, suddenly changes. Freeman smiles, and walks up to Scott, sounding as friendly as he possibly can.

Freeman: Well, well, Scott Andrews! I don't believe I've seen you since my return! You know...it's funny that we'd run into each other right now, because I wanted to talk with you. First of all---

Scott: --- Whoa, whoa, whoa... where's this coming from? You're being over-friendly right now, and I can smell a rat a mile away... Get to the point, what do you want?

Freeman chuckles, and shakes his head slowly. Scott does not share in this chuckling.

Freeman: Scott, Scott, Scott. Well, first let me congratulate you on winning yourself a title sho---

Scott: I said, get to the point, jackass.

Freeman nods his head, smiling.

Freeman: I completely respect that. Why bother with formalities and false compliments, when in the end, you know that I'm here because I want something from you, right?

Scott: How many times did your derelict mom drop you on your head when you were a baby? You think I'm stupid, boy? I know you want more than "something"...

Freeman: You and me probably aren't that different, huh? You---

Scott: You have exactly three seconds to spit it out before I mangle you.

Freeman: Fine...fine. Now, as you know, I have recently earned a title shot against Steele as well. The shot that you were given, you earned by defeating Dan. My point is, we earned our shots. We earned them fairly, while ---

Scott: I earned MINE fairly.

Freeman: What?

Scott: I earned MINE fairly. You earned yours by hitting Train with a lead pipe. You're a corner cutter; and I hate corner cutters...

Freeman: Merely a ---

Scott: --- I won MY title shot in a match that was sanctioned by Ginger. And I didn't have to use a pipe shot to do it.

Freeman grimaces at where this conversation is going. He doesn't argue with Scott however. He knows that a confrontation would ruin his plan completely.

Freeman: Nevertheless...Scott, listen to me.

Freeman does not get worked up over Scott’s words, remaining calm. He has dropped his friendliness routine, and now talks seriously.

Freeman: We earned our shots for our championships, but now look. Dan White? Jonny Hughes? These men…they will be in that International Championship match at Winter's Discontent! Scott, think about it. Didn't you just defeat Dan White? Didn’t Hughes just have his shot at the last PPV? They don’t deserve to be anywhere near that belt, yet those are the men who are going to cause men like us...men who DO deserve those shots, to lose out on a fair opportunity! What if you end up being the last entrant in the match, and Hughes manages to get the pin before you even make it to the ring! He would win the title, having deserved nothing, and you would have been completely robbed of your title shot. And don't think that I am the only person who notices this. They know that as well, and every single man in that match is lessening THEIR chances, and so who are they going to come for? US! You say Steele is a marked man? Well, right now, Scott Andrews is a marked man! Jason Freeman is a marked man! What if they decide to take US out of the match?!

Scott: Hmm…

Scott seems to be listening to him now, and taking his words in, which causes a smile from Freeman. He continues, speaking slyly, now putting his cards out on the table.

Freeman: Now, what I’m proposing is this. I propose we form a little...alliance. I know you don’t seem to like me much, and that’s fine. I won’t step on your title shot, if you don’t step on mine. But we need to strike first. We need to make sure these men don't interfere with our chances for International gold, and we need to do so by taking them out of the picture. Permanently.

Scott: So what exactly are you saying?

Freeman: I’m saying it would be in both of our best interests to take them out before they take US out. It wouldn’t be hard to do if we stick together. When THEY are gone, then we can go our separate ways and worry about winning the championship, with both of us knowing that our shots our safe. We'd compete it out at Winter's Discontent, in a triple threat match. Not the best circumstances, I admit, but it's better than what we have now. I say we start tonight...with Dan White

Scott: Well, I thought you weren’t allowed to touch him?

Freeman: Well, I’m not…

Freeman looks towards Scott, making it clear what sparked his sudden desire to form an alliance.

Freeman: I won’t lie when I say that my motive may be to get Dan White taken out. It's not just personal, though. I told you, it's out of protection. He'll only concoct this same exact plan, and put in action against me and you. The only way to protect yourself is for you to take him out immediately. I mean, after all, it doesn’t matter whether I may have some personal motives right? You help me, to help you. Understand? And then…we…together of course, take Hughes out as well.

Scott: Starting tonight?

Freeman: Starting tonight.

Freeman gives a sly smile, and puts his hand out for a handshake.

Freeman: So then, how about it?

The fans plead off screen for Scott not to accept this offer.

Scott: Hmm…

Scott lowers his head in thought, and Freeman keeps his hand held out, letting Scott think. But then out of nowhere, Scott looks up.

Scott: No.

Freeman: What?!

Scott: I don't need you; no.

And the fans burst out in cheers, as Freeman’s eyes widen in anger. Scott smirks at Freeman’s almost comic reaction, and then continues on.

Scott:[/b] You're more of an idiot than I thought. I mean, look who you're talking to; a man who fights to prove his worth, without the necessity to resort to foul play. As soon as you fight dirty you lose your credibility; and you lose my respect. Everyone in ACW wants the gold in any shape or form, but me, Freeman, I want to do it without anyone's help and certainly not this kind of help. If Dan or Hughes want to try and take me out, I'd like to see them try, cos' I don't take crap from anybody, especially pieces of shit like you! ...You want an alliance to take out your competition; go find yourself a coward...

Scott then turns, and walks away, leaving Freeman looking after him. The camera zooms in on Freeman’s face, and the look that is shown is one of a very angry man. As the camera fades out, it has to be wondered whether Scott may regret these words, and what measures Freeman will go to make Scott regret them indeed...

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Back from Illinois: +1/-1
(Credit: Senatorial Stable)

As the show begins, Senator Steve Phillips, Kevin Fitsharris, and Anthony Kalb are all seen in the ring.

The Senator: Well, well, well...as you all know, I have been rather busy as of late. The results of absence are now apparent in the national media, as Governor Rod Blagojevich is currently in federal custody. My home state is notorious for corruption, but I promise that I have not turned my back to the betrayal of the electorate!

Phillips adjusts his collar before continuing, with a vaguely amused look about himself.

Senator: But of course, you people are not here to listen to me ramble at length about political matters!

Fitsharris: Hah, I would, but only if we could get Sarah Palin to...

Kalb: This ain't TNA, Fitsy...

Senator: Indeed. So then, as I was going to say, before things got out of hand, I was not just busy with politics. I also managed to expand the ranks of ACW's longest running, most prestigious group. Now, we all may not all be in this ring tonight, seeing as how nobody has seen Jay Zero all day... - and with the recent departure of our good friend AC Evans from ACW, we do look just slightly slimmed here - Therefore, without further ado...

“Cigarettes and Alcohol” by Oasis hits the speakers and the crowd rise to their feet to cheer Alex Richmond who, shortly after, emerges through the curtain. He is dressed in a finely tailored suit, coupled with an open-collar fitted shirt and Italian leather shoes. On his face he wears a big smile yet his forehead is covered by a large white medical pad, held in place with tape, to hide the extend of the damage Will Slaughter inflicted on him on Monday night.

Richmond waves to his fans on the way down to the ring but doesn’t stop to slap hands with anyone, much to their disappointment. Behind the smile, though, there is a steely look of determination which makes it obvious he has things on his mind. As he makes his way up the steps he is handed a mic by one of the crew and he wastes little time stepping through the ropes to join his new stablemates. Before speaking Richmond shakes hands with the three men in the ring, drawing a big cheer from the crowd as he shakes hands with Senator.

Richmond: I’d like to start off by thanking Steve Philips for this great opportunity! When my agent informed me he’d been negotiating on my behalf with the most prestigious stable this business has ever seen, I couldn’t have been more delighted. However, I also know that me joining a stable containing Jay Zero cannot be mere coincidence. So, despite the fact he’s not here, I’d like to offer him my gratitude also. I’m sure we’ll have a chance to get reacquainted soon enough, you just make sure you’re prepared to win the title we all know you deserve!

Now, I could go on about why it’s such an honour to be asked to join this stable but the history speaks for itself. Don’t worry, I’m not going to list the stable’s history – this is not a history lesson, this is a view into the future! I sincerely hope to be able to return this stable to where it belongs – the very top of this promotion! When Zero brings home the gold after Winter’s Discontent we will be one major step closer! I am confident that I will also be able to add to the belt count soon enough.

Yet, tonight, I have other things on my mind. On Monday you all saw me being brutally assaulted by ACW upstart Will Slaughter. Have no fear, I will have my revenge soon enough. I can guarantee you that! This is a second warning to you Slaughter, I hear you were probably too arrogant to even listen to me first time round. Ignore me this time, and it’ll be the biggest mistake you will ever make! I don’t, however, want to drag down the great satisfaction this moment brings me by talking any longer about negative topics. I will, instead finish by once again thanking Senator for this great opportunity and promise that I will prove that I deserve this position to those out there who doubt me!

The crowd cheer this announcement and a few small pockets of the crowd begin to chant Richmond’s name. They do, however, begin to quieten down as the Senator once again takes centre stage.

Senator: Well, Mr. Richmond, I am quite pleased to have you here in the Senatorial Stable. Your presence here will bolster our numbers, and with your class and determination, it will also strengthen our cohesive bonds. We are finally making our move to regain our spot in ACW, now that OCW is out of the way, there has been a flourishing of competitive spirit. Things are looking better, but, as Mr. Zero might have suggested, if he indeed were here - there's one more obstacle that this fine organization looks to face, and that is Mr. Zero clashing with the World Heavyweight Champion, BK London!

The crowd cheers furthermore for the development of the Winters Discontent main event.

Senator: Yes, corruption, and corrupt individuals, in Illinois and ACW alike, including the likes of BK London and Rod Blagojevich, George Ryan and Stephan Russo, will be swept aside, proof that concerted, persistent efforts can make a true difference, and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Conspiracies can be beautiful things
Credit: Josh Robertson, Jake Cheng

With ACW:Meltdown just getting underway the camera opens up at the backstage area. We are shown a picture of Bill Wright making his way through one of the many hallways, donning a different attire than usual in the form of a blue tracksuit. He has a stern expression on his face as he turns right and heads towards the refreshments section of the arena. Coming to a halt he stops in front of one of the several vending machines, which happens to hold several varieties of drinks. He makes a selection, however as the drink drops down to be collected, something else catches his attention. He freezes for several moments, contemplating what to do before kneeling down and reaching out to open the hatch and get the drink. However, as he grasps a hold of the drink he hears something behind him that raises immediate concern.

Jake Cheng: You should of gone with your instincts, old man.

Wright doesn't even have to look around to know who that voice belongs to, but he does so anyway. He stands up and turns around to see Jake Cheng standing there with a smirk on his face.

Bill Wright: I'm sorry, but you seem to be missing something Cheng.

Wright passes.

Bill Wright: Oh that's right, you seem to be missing your obligatory foreign object.

Cheng smiles as he replies in a relaxed and calm state.

Jake Cheng: Don't flatter yourself, it isn't like I need one to deal with you, or even your lackey..._{fuckm what's his name}... Robertson for that matter. Speaking of him, what are you really doing here, back to ACW?

Bill Wright[Interrupting]: What am I doing here? I think you'll find that if you actually listened instead of prancing around like some god you would know.

As Wright reacts in a defensive manner Cheng remains calm and in control of the situation.

Jake Cheng: Don't play dumb with me, unlike the people you associate yourself with, I have intellect. Robertson may be a naive dickwad, but I can see you're hiding something. I mean really, why would you return just to bring an even less-skilled version of your not-so-Ultimate Competitor in the first place?

Cheng knows he's struck a nerve as Wright stares at him intently. Pleased with the lack of response from Wright Cheng carries on.

Jake Cheng: Now, there has to be something in it for you, some reason for your return...it's just a matter of time before your true col-

Wright interrupts again, this time he takes a step forward and large frown has appeared on his forehead.

Bill Wright[Interrupting]: You know what, Cheng? You can take all your conspiracy theories and shove them up where the sun don't shine, because all you're babbling right now is exactly that. Now, if it's alright, I have commitments I need to attend to.

As an increasingly aggitated Wright finishes he pushes past to Cheng and heads as far away as possible as fast as possible. However, Cheng has one last thing to say...

Jake Cheng: Don't forget to say hi to Jon for me! Oh, sorry, I meant Josh!

Cheng chuckles as Wright carries on, gritting his teeth together. The segment slowly begins to fade away to black.

[BK London]

Segment: ....It. (Credit: Zero)

Returning from commercial break, the Key Arena is completely alive and kicking, pumped up for all of the action that ACW has in store tonight! Getting a shot of a quick pan throughout the arena, we find many enthusiastic fans all screaming at the top of their lungs and displaying the wonderful signs that they made for their favorite superstars! But something that catches the fine people of Seattle off guard is when the cheering grows even louder towards the entrance way area. The camera changes angles to where we find Jay Zero walking out towards the ring. No music. No lights. No special entrance video. Nothing. Just his ring attire on his back and a microphone in hand. The crowd stands to their feet for Jay Zero as it appears that we've gone back on the air now.

'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Hey Maxy! Look who decided to show up!

Maxwell McNally[/b]: ... Yes - I see. But doesn't this strike you as odd? First he misses the Senatorial induction of Alex Richmond, and now he just strolls out here with no music, no warning...

As if he was purposely avoiding the tons of cheering fans that surround him in the entire arena, Zero slowly paces towards the ring, staring forward. Not ever looking to the sides -- just... forward. It's as if he's staring at somebody or some thing in front of him that stands in his way. He seems completely involved in what he's doing ... or, well maybe he seems out of it. Nobody knows for sure - yet, at least.

Maxwell McNally[/b]: Look at him! No smile - no frown... No expressions! He's lifeless!

'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Oh hush! The man's probably had a few long nights! I mean, he's probably got a'lotta stress right now!

Coming closer now, Zero blinks his eyes slowly and tosses his microphone into the ring, just over the bottom rope. It hits the mat, bouncing and flipping a few times before landing down with the ACW logo pointed upwards. Zero licks his lips and turns to his side, rolling underneath the bottom rope before slowly bringing himself to a knee.

Maxwell McNally[/b]: Now I suppose that could be true, - but let's hear what the man has to say.

As he rests on one knee, he closes his eyes. Lowering his head for just a moment, he gives himself time to take a large deep breath before grabbing his microphone from the mat and then rising up to his feet. Now, he begins to look around into the crowd. Upon entering the ring, Zero has begun to take notice of those all around him again. Some time passes as Zero slowly paces back and forth, listening to all the cheers and chants happening from all over the arena and around him. Upon feeling content, Zero finally raises his microphone.

Zero: ...Hello. Allow me to introduce myself.

Zero pauses for a brief second or two while many people sort of look at their neighbors and wonder what's going on.

Zero: The name's Jay Zero - and I come here tonight to Seattle, Washington all the way from Portland, Maine.

He breaks, pulling the microphone away for a second as he looks towards his feet.

Zero: The reason why I come here is simple - because I, Jay Zero, am looking for something! I'm looking for something that a certain somebody said that I don't have. A little certain something ... called "IT!"

Finally beginning to show some emotion, Zero's upper lip begins to snap upwards, snarling.

Zero: According to a certain somebody here in ACW, Jay Zero does not have what it takes to push this man to his very limits and give him the competition that he deserves! According to a certain somebody, Jay Zero does not have what it takes to be a top contender in the big leagues! And according to a certain somebody .... Jay Zero will fall flat on his face at Winters Discontent.

Listening to every word that he's saying, the crowd begins to boo, realizing who he's talking about and realizing exactly what was said.

Zero: That certain SOMEBODY! -- is of course none other than your precious little champion...
BK London.

And verifying the man that they thought he was speaking of, the boos just grow louder once he says it out loud.

Zero: Now the reason why I come out tonight is because I truly do have a question to ask. If BK London does not believe that Jay Zero has "IT" - then where would he go about seeking for "IT!?" What really is "IT?" Because BK I REAAAAAALLY want to know what qualifies as "IT!" to you! I want to know what makes "IT" special! Because BK London, I think I already have "it." I think that you're just bliiiind!

See, I believe -- no.. I know you were watching the other day BK. I know that you saw me tango with the Train! And I know that you saw what it took for me to make my impact!
I know you saw what it took not only to impact these people, but as well as the 360 pound Diesel Beast!

The crowd cheers, and surprisingly, a very small "Thunder Train" chant starts. Crazy Washington drunks...

Zero: BK LONDON! I KNOOOOW THAT YOU WERE WATCHING! AND I KNOOOOW THAT YOU SAW THE SIDE OF JAY ZERO THAT ACW HASN'T SEEN FOR A GOOD WHILE! HEH... AND I KNOW FOR A FACT, THAT YOU GOT SCARED! YES... YOU! THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION GOT SCARED! YOU SAW THE VERY THREAT TO YOUR LOVELY LITTLE TITLE AIMLESSLY BUSTING A STEEL CHAIR OVER THE HEAD OF A MONSTER, AND YOU BEGAN TO SEE THE VERY EXACT SAME HAPPENING TO YOU! AND DON'T YOU THINK FOR EVEN ONE SECOND THAT YOU GOT THE UPPER HAND ON ME MONDAY! DON'T YOU EVER THINK THAT BK LONDON! BECAUSE THE LAST THAT THESE PEOPLE SAW, AND THE LAST THAT BOTH YOU AND I SAW... WAS YOU RUNNING LIKE A SCARED LITTLE MUTT WITH HIS TAIL INBETWEEN HIS LEGS!

The crowd cheers "Yeaaaah!" with enthusiasm, getting behind Zero.

Zero: SO BK, WHILE I'M OUT HERE LOOKING FOR "IT!" I THINK YOU OUGHT TO ASK YOURSELF A QUESTION THAT I HAVE!

Pausing momentarily, Zero breaks out into a short-stepped pace back and forth across the ring.

Zero: BK... seeing as how you saw the cold-hearted, ruthless Jay Zero that you had begun to rule out, violently bring a grown giant to his breaking point... and seeing as you saw each and every exact moment of your World Title reign flash before your eyes .... I wonder:

Did you see IT!?

Heh.. Heh hah HAAAH! BECAUSE I SAW IT LONDON, AND IT FELT GOOD! IT SENT CHILLS THROUGH MY BODY AND IT GAVE ME THE ADRENALINE RUSH LIKE NEVER BEFORE! HAAAAH! AND JUST INCASE YOU HAPPENED TO MISS "IT" BK, I'M ALLOWING YOU A SECOND CHANCE HERE TONIGHT, SEE!

He pulls the microphone away, once again going back and forth within the ring.

'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: ...What th--

Zero: ... See since you ruled me out of the game and quite simply said that I couldn't run in the BIG LEAGUES! I decided that I would maybe do something to prove otherwise! Cause lately BK, I've dealt with sour guys like you, and Kevin Anderson, and hell - even the Chairman himself! And with dealin' with the people like you, one thing seems common: There's a complete lack of faith! None of you think I can do it! YOU ALL THINK THAT ZERO WILL FAIL! Well let me tell you this! Seeing as how you, BK, claimed that Scott Andrews did all the work at Hello Goodbye, then I think we ought to see where truly the power lies here!
Tonight Scott Andrews, I'm challenging you to a match! One on one!

Very loudly, the crowd cheers and stands to their feet, applauding the challenge that's been put out onto the table.

Maxwell McNally[/b]: What?! That's a PPV quality match up right there!

Zero: Scotty boy, what d'ya saaaay?! Huh?! The offer's right on out there so do me a favor and get back to me on that! Whether it be taking out the Thunder Train, and stepping back into the ring with Scott Andrews, isn't it clear to you people that I'm not afraid of the challenge? Isn't it clear that Jay Zero is ready to stand off against BK London? It's really not about wondering if or if not Jay Zero has "IT"! Because I already know that I've got IT! Right now It's only the matter of making BK London realize the true threat that stands before him!

So BK, once you finally do accept the fact that Jay Zero is capable of running at the top of the big leagues -- and once you do finally realize that Jay Zero is the one that has IT and will push you to your limits! Then.. THEN!

Please... Allow me to introduce myself!

He smiles wide, looking right into the camera.

Zero: Heh... The name's Jay Zero.

And once he becomes the new World Heavyweight Champion at Winters Discontent...

You'll be hearing it A LOT more!

Dropping the microphone, a slight splash is made upon its impact with the ring mat. Staring into the camera now, Zero begins to laugh. A lot of words from the top contender here tonight, and a very risky challenge that he has put out onto the line for tonight. Does Zero really have it? What exactly is it? And will Scott Andrews really accept this match against Jay Zero?

The scene fades out.

[BK London]

“Sweat Shop”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo

[It’s not easy being an ACW Superstar. Life on the road during one of these tours can make things downright exhausting making the obligatory training session all that much harder. Losing the familiarity by being away from their traditional gym, both members of Double Penetration are finding their new surroundings to be lacking. No amount of bitching will change their situation and the team simply makes do with what they have. It takes a great while but Thunderkiss finally stumbles across some free weights, his favorite method of training. Eager to show his new partner what a “Thunderous” workout is all about, he directs him to this forgotten corner of the gym and positions himself behind the weight bar.]

Thunderkiss: Okay, now what we are going to do is do some presses. Come on, have a seat here on the warm bench. *Pat,Pat*

FSX: I'd really rather not, honestly. This all seems like a scene out of a bad horror movie...which seems to be the case alot lately.

Thunderkiss: Come on buddy, just sit down. Trust Thunderkiss.

FSX: Right, that's a good idea. Isn't that what you told Entourage before stabbing them in the back?

Thunderkiss: .... I SAID SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

FSX: Alright already! Seriously, some people just can't take a joke...or the truth...

Thunderkiss: Now, lets start at 200 pounds. That should get your blood flowing. I’ll spot you. Let’s try for twenty reps. Are you ready?!

FSX: I guess so, but I really don't see the point. I mean, we already have one musclebound guy on the team, and it's not like we need two. Your supposed to slow them down and exhaust them with brute strength, before I finish the job with my awesome speed and incredible technique, flawlessly performing the impossible. As a true GOD!....So..you know...don't make me into a mini-you.

Thunderkiss: *pause* You have a point. Well, let’s do some cardio instead.

[Diving into his duffle bag, Thunderkiss tosses things out of it left and right until he finds what he is looking for. Like a coke head feeding his addiction, his heart flutters the instant his hand squeezes two large water bottles filled to the brim with some unknown substance. One for himself and the other to share.]

FSX: Uhh...what's that?

Thunderkiss: Cardio.

FSX: Perhaps I'm just stupid, but how is a bottle filled with some kinda mysterious...gooping..smoothie the equivalent to actual Cardio?

Thunderkiss: Who wants to run around in a fucking circle all day? I sure don’t and this solves that. Alright brother, a good workout can’t be without my special shake. When this thing hits your stomach, you’ll feel like a man. Here you go, buddy. Bottoms up!

FSX: Your worse then Paul Reubens after his jerking arrest. Drugs are bad, and I plan on staying off them.

Thunderkiss: Oh please. I know about a dozen ways to get around those things! Are you sure you don’t want a swig?!

FSX: Positive...you know, positive I don't want one. Not tested positive for AIDS from sharing steroid needles...that's you.

Thunderkiss: Fine then! MORE FOR ME! HAR! HAR! HAR! HAR!

[Thunderkiss brings the tip of the bottle to his lips and suckles it like a new born on its mothers tit. Bottoming it out, he throws the empty container over his shoulder and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.]

Thunderkiss: Ahhhhhhh, that hit the spot, brother! Now listen, whatever you do to get that tiny body into shape you go ahead and do it. This month I have an itching for revenge and more gold to decorate the walls of my new apartment dwellings. Train is slow, even slower than myself. I have no worries about him, it’s Irvine that is the X-factor of this match up. His skills have improved greatly since we last met. If you can out dance him buddy, Flower Power will be just a memory if you catch my drift.

FSX: I shouldn't have to explain this to you, buddy. There is a notable difference between us. He'll always just be a 'little' X. Me on the other hand? I'm the Ultimate X.

Thunderkiss: Sounds good, now come on, it’s time for us to have some sexy time with our muscles!

[FADE]

[BK London]

”Graveyard”
Credit: Danny Mainer

It’d been a rough day for Danny Mainer as once again he was back in the roasting heat of Vegas. Things hadn’t gone well for Danny on this tour as he hadn’t got a hotel room and anyone willing to let the crazy bastard stay with them the night. So what does that mean? It means that Danny’s gonna’ be out on the street all night. Walking along the Vegas strip on a Wednesday night is just like waling on the strip any other night; you’re liable to get pick-pocketed and swamped by surrounding people.

So as not to be spotted by his “people” he’s wearing a black leather trench coat over his standard black cargo pants and hood, the hood pulled up over his head to obscure his face as he walks through the throngs of different people as he searched desperately for somewhere to lay his head before tomorrow’s big show in his hometown. After what seemed like hours of walking aimlessly he ended up at a large apartment block which even in his state of mind seemed familiar to him.

He couldn’t quite place it though, he’d seemed to have been here before but when, where, why? Then it twigged. THIS was where he used to live, the old Vegas apartment that he and Caitlynn called home. He jogged inside hoping to maybe get in with the gangsters and crash for the night or just in the corridors or something. Whatever, he was clutching at straws hoping to get lucky and get a safe place to rest. When he walked past and saw the elevator with a dock-off sign saying “BEING REPAIRED” his heart almost sank.

It was in these fledgling moments of giving up as he realized that it was that or the stairs and without the elevator he had no clue where he was going. It was in these fledgling moments that an angelic voice purred from behind him like an orgasmic wolverine.

Receptionist: “Excuse me sir? I’m afraid you’re going to have to step off the premises.”

Her voice had fear sewn into every word but she put up a tough front. Danny turned around and saw this middle-aged woman with glam rock hair and cracked a smile. ”Fuck! What was this bitches name?!”

Danny Mainer: ”Sharon?”

Her heart skips a beat when she sees Danny’s face underneath the hood. She gasps and walks over to him.

Receptionist: “Oh my God! Where have you been?!”

White Lie time. Danny sighs and tells his “story”.

Danny Mainer: ”I had a bit of a car wreck a months back and I went into a coma. I got taken to this specialist hospital down in Georgia and they’ve had me on a life support machine for some time now. I’m back on my feet though.”

The woman sprints over to try and hug him but Danny steps back and folds his arms, she responds with a sigh of disappointment.

Receptionist: “It’s Suzanne, by the way.”

Danny Mainer: ”Sorry Suzanne, it’s just a side-effect of the minor amnesia I’m going through right now. Can you take me up back to my apartment please?”

Danny smiles coyly and this affectionate woman helps him towards the lift. She presses the button and Danny stares as they both climb into this out of order lift. Confused, the lady reads his mind.

Receptionist: “We got sick of 8 year olds riding on this thing like all day so we slapped up a sign so people would stop using it.”

Danny chuckled to himself as past memories of associating with this woman came back to him. He remembered her selfish but amusing outlook on life and some of her tricks up her sleeves and laughed inwardly. She pressed the button and hopped out of the elevator, smiling sweetly as the door shut on Danny. The elevator rose upwards like a phoenix from the ashes and upon reaching the eight floor the elevator dinged.

Walking out onto the clean corridors trying to use his sense of direction to “smell” his way home it becomes obvious how well looked after the place is and that it’s no surprise Mainer was pissed when he found out he lost it. Ultimately though his sense of smell doesn’t bring him home, more his sense of hearing as he hears the sounds of Daddy Yankee blasting out from Room 57. The door is a heavily reinforced metal sheet about 6 inches thick. He looks at the side of the door and sees a key-card reader.

However, a sharp and painful flash pierces into his head and for some reason he instinctively clutches at his wallet. He draws the wallet out and opens it to see a named key card with a picture of himself on it. He draws out the card and runs it through the slot as the door slides open automatically. He walks inside and well, his apartment ain’t what it used to be. The Entertainment Centre is still there but anything that was his memorabilia is gone, his photo’s have gone, his posters have gone and hell even his guitar is gone.

Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck is going on in here?!”

And that’s when he hears it… from the not too far distance.

”Oh Dios mío! Harder, más rápido, más profundo!”

Danny Mainer: ”Is that what… I think… no, no, no, no. NO!”

Danny’s curiosity is piqued and he wanders over to the source of the noise. His old bedroom, he pushes the door open and inside he sees two Latino gangsters wearing bandanas… and a Latina lady. Danny drops his jaw at what’s going on, I’m not going to give you a play-by—play but they’re up to obscenities. One of the guys who’s in front of the girl turns around and sees Danny. He yells and picks up a nearby machine gun and goes to fire off a round but Danny yells out.

Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck man?! This is MY HOME!!!”

Guy 1: “Fuck off pendejo, we’ve been in this place for six months now! Our boss Manny Lopez owns this!!!”

Danny Mainer: ”No you don’t! This is my house, I’m Danny Mainer. How do you think I got in here in the first place?! Magic? I’m the one who let Manny have it in the first place!”

The guy immediately loses his aggression and throws his gun away, having stopped his motions. His demeanor has totally reversed. He now returns to his activity he was doing moments ago apologizing graciously to Danny as he thrusts back and forth.

Guy 1: “Oh! Shit, sorry man. What you want esse?”

Danny Mainer: ”I’m back in town for the night and my hotel booking fucked up. Can I crash here tonight on your couch?”

Guy 1: “Sure hombre, but don’t you wanna join this party? You strike me as the guy that likes a Latina lady!”

Danny Mainer: ”I do believe me, but I don’t like to share y’know what I mean?”

Guy 2: “Your loss vato. Help yourself to the booze on the side, we’ll try not to wake you. How long ya’ staying?”

Danny Mainer: ”Until my flight on Friday I think, then I’ll be out of your hair or back in Georgia, not sure which.”

Guy 1: “Fair enough, g’night man. I’ll keep the noise down, but I dunno about this saucy bitch. She’s been screamin’ for the last three hours y’know what am sayin’?”

Danny awkwardly rolls his eyes and agrees with the guy.

Danny Mainer: ”Yeah I know what you’re saying… uhh, I’ll cya later um…-”

Guy 1: “Jackson! And this is Umberto, and down there is Shelly. Say hello Shelly!”

Shelly: “Hffof Dunny.”

Danny Mainer: ”Heh, nice to meet you guys I guess.”

Jackson: “And you, goodnight esse.”

Danny Mainer: ”And you!”

And with that, Danny backs out of the room still not having quite absorbed what just happened. He walks into the main section of his apartment and he sees the two bottles of tequila lying on the side. He pours himself a shot and gulps it down lightning quick before heading towards the couch that he used to lie on and watch movies with Caitlynn. The scent of Caitlynn wafts up his nostrils, a scent that not even those smutty gangsters could cover up. Filled with alcohol, he drifts into the first peaceful nights slumber he’s had in six months… Or at least until one last thing happens…

Shelly: “Oh FUCK! I think it’s stuck baby!”

Danny rolls over and shivers himself to sleep as we draw to a close.

FADE

[BK London]

Segment: Desperate times can call for desperate measures
Credit: Josh Robertson

The camera cuts into another segment, this time it opens up at a part of the arena where you really would think more segments should take place - the training room. Though, in these days of sports entertainment I suppose it's no surprise is it! Anyway...as the picture opens up we are shown a man bench pressing. Wearing an attire of a black tracksuit with a go faster white stripe down the side, and headphones in his ears, this man displays true dedication to training. It is of course Josh Robertson! Robertson lifts the weights off of the stand to do another set as unknowingly to him (due to rocking out while working out) the door to the room swings open. This of course catches our attention, as Bill Wright can be seen making his way into the room and forcefully shutting the door behind him. He still has the bottle of water clasped in his right hand, and after his little confrontation with Cheng looks to be in a state of anger. He walks over to the window at the side of the room before suddenly turning around and throwing the bottle at the floor. Robertson hears the thud through his earphones and puts the weights back on the stand, looking up in the mirror to see Wright standing there looking visibly aggitated. He removes his ear phones, sitting up and turning around.

Josh Robertson: You know, you could of just waved your hand in front of me or something. I couldn't exactly hear you come back with this at full volume.

Wright takes a moment to answer, he looks down at the bottle he just threw at the floor presumably in anger.

Bill Wright[Pointing at the bottle]: Oh, that? Sorry, son, that wasn't because of you. While I was getting you a drink I had the unfortunate company of Mr. Cheng.

The mention of Cheng gets Robertson's attention immediately, prompting him to get to his feet.

Josh Robertson: What happened?! He didn't try to pull anything on you did he?

Bill Wright: No, not physically at least. Though I wouldn't of put it past him, it's just his style to try an attack someone while they're alone. Well...you already know that. He was being a cocky son of a bitch though, something which I'm quite frankly getting sick of. You know, I think I might of got it wrong on Monday, maybe you were right after all.

Robertson finds it hard to mask his delight as his mentor admits he was right.

Josh Robertson: So, what are we going to do about it? There has to be something we can use against him to make him agree to a match. I mean, even Cheng has to have his reasons and motives for stepping into the ring, right?

There is a hint of uncertainty in Roberton's voice, something which Wright does little to reassure. He replies with a slight look of unease.

Bill Wright: I would love to be able to say yes, Josh. As far as I can tell, and from what I know, Cheng only does it for all the glory and everything else that comes with it. So, unless we come up with a large sum of money or a championship then we may need to look at another way.

Josh Robertson: I am not too sure that Chairman Gingerdude will be too willing to make the match at our request after declaring that we are here to purify the company, including him....

Robertson trails off with an air of uncertainty in his voice.

Bill Wright: That wasn't what I was suggesting. Whenever I have had to deal with Gingerdude in the past it has done nothing but make the situation even worse.

Josh Robertson: Oh, then what did you have in mind?

With Robertson looking at him curiously Wright makes sure to think through his words carefully.

Bill Wright: I think we may have to go out of our comfort zone in order to have Mr. Cheng co-operate. Now, I have checked and he has a match tonight against Wayde Russeller. It may be worthwhile addressing Mr. Cheng once the match is over...

Wright pauses as a sly smirk appears on his face.

Bill Wright: He may be in more of a negotiating mood when he looks at the top of the ramp to see us waiting for him.

With Wright looking on Robertson seems unsure how to reply, he takes several moments of consideration.

Josh Robertson: I suppose that may be true, when is his match up?

Bill Wright: It's the opener I believe.

A small smirk appears on the face of Robertson who seemed slightly uneasy.

Josh Robertson: That makes sense. Well, I guess we better get ready then. If he's up against a half-decent opponent it will be over and done with quicker than the bell can be rung.

The camera begins to fade out as the pair continue to discuss how to force Cheng into accepting a rematch. What will they do?

[BK London]

Match 1: Jake Cheng vs. Wayde Ruseller (Credit: Robertson)


ACW:Meltdown returns from the first commercial break of the show to fade into the ringside arena. Standing inside of the ring is the ring announcer Phillip, indicating that the first contest of the evening is ready to begin. The fans wait in anticipation as he lifts his microphone up to announce the first participant.

Phillip: The following match-up is the opening contest of the evening! This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 250lb and hailing from Beersheba Springs, Tennessee...Wayde Russeller!

"Me Against The World" by Simple Plan hits the P.A system to signal the arrival of Wayde Russeller as he confidently strolls through the entrance curtain. Russeller makes his way out onto the top of the entrance ramp, pausing as golden pyro erupts out of the ground around him. The crowd respond feebily with only small percentage bothering to boo as Russeller walks past them and down towards the ring. He makes his way up the steel steps and across the ring apron before stepping in between the ropes. As Russeller psyches himself up for the match, bouncing off the ropes his music begins to fade out.

Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 215lb and hailing from Hong Kong, China...Jake Cheng!

As "Crisis" by Alexisonfire hits the P.A system it is clear the crowd haven't forgotten Cheng's part in OCW yet as he is met with raucous boos as he steps through the entrance curtain and out onto the entrance ramp. Ignoring the pyro and fireworks that erupt from all sides, Cheng hastily makes his way towards the ring. With Russeller staring down at him Cheng slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Immediately the pair try to come to blows but the referee inserts his authority and sends both to opposite corners. Both men eagerly await the start of the match.

The bell rings.

As soon as the bell rings both men immediately rush from their corners with the sole intention of getting the upper hand first, resulting in the classic lock up in the centre of the ring. With Russeller possessing a very big size advantage Cheng tries to make use of his lower centre of gravity to engineer some leverage, but Russeller is too strong and manages slap in a sleeper hold to somewhat control his opponent. As Cheng tries to escape from the hold with a few well placed right elbows, he eventually is taken down to one knee as Russeller manages to absorb the offense and keep the hold locked in. Several moments pass and Cheng seems to be wearing down with Russeller remaining patient and trying to take full advantage of the position he has managed to secure in the opening moments of the contest. However, Cheng seems determined to not let Russeller use his size to bully him and out of nowhere begins to get another wind, as he manages to force his way back to a vertical base. This takes Russeller off guard and as he feels his grip slowly loosen he realises the only way he can stay in control is to use Cheng's momentum against him to irish whip him into the ropes. As Cheng rebounds off of the ropes Russeller decides to meet him with a running clothesline, however he makes the fatal mistake of overlooking Cheng's agility, which allows Cheng to easily duck the clothesline and handspring onto the opposite ropes. As Cheng rebounds off flying backwards Russeller is rooted to the spot as he turns around and gets flattened by an elbow straight to the face. Russeller drops backwards onto the canvas like a sack of potatoes and Cheng quickly hooks the leg to go for the pinfall.

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Maxwell McNally: It looks like Jake Cheng is going to have to do more tonight if he wants to put away Wayde, Eddie!

Eddie Edison: I have to agree, though from the looks of it neither man is going to go down without a fight.

With Russeller trying to recover to his feet Cheng decides it would best to capitalise before he can get his bearings and pulls the big man (well to Cheng at least) to his feet and let's go. Russeller is wobbly on his feet, and has to steady himself. With Russeller focused on defending himself right now Cheng presses forward and unleashes a series of kicks to soften him up, he connects with a few body kicks that send Russeller stumbling slightly, but manages to send alarm signals ringing in the head of Russeller as he executes a roundhouse straight to his head. Russeller doesn't seem to know where he is as he continues to back off until he feels the touch of the ring ropes on his back. Cheng smirks as he sense his pray is in a weakened state (and dizzy presumably), he wastes no time and gives Russeller no opportunity to escape as he hits a step-up enzurgiri to take the big man down once again. Russeller hits the canvas and possibly to Cheng's annoyance rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Cheng takes a moment or two to consider what he should do before walking up to the ropes and looking down at his opponent who's in a heap. Cheng pulls back on the top rope to springboard, however just as he is about to leap onto it something else catches his attention...

Out of the corner of his left eye he sees two figures burst through the entrance curtain. The crowd all immediately burst into boos, prompting Cheng to head to the other side of the ring to see what the fuss is about. As the figures make their way out onto the entrance ramp it becomes clear who they are; it is Josh Robertson and Bill Wright. Cheng looks furious and seems in two minds about whether to confront them until he remembers he's in a match. Robertson and Wright make their way down the entrance ramp and towards the commentary table as Cheng continues to watch them before deciding it would be best to keep his focus on the task at hand. With Robertson and Wright both joining McNally and Edison at commentary Cheng returns to his previous position.

Maxwell McNally: Well, uh, folks it looks we are being joined by Josh Robertson and Bill Wright.

Eddie Edison: May I ask what brings you two out here in a middle of a match?

Bill Wright: Well, as you witnessed on Monday Mr. Cheng has proven to be quite the elusive person, so we decided to track him down to a place we knew he'd be at.

Josh Robertson: It is also much more enjoyable to watch a man get crushed in person.

As Cheng uses the ropes to springboard to the outside he discovers he should of stayed focused on his match as the only thing he connects with is the outside floor. Russeller has managed to recover and quickly gets to his feet as he rolls out of the way. Russeller grabs a winded Cheng and pulls him to his feet before almost knocking him down again with a powerful european uppercut. With Cheng dazed and winded Russeller spots it as a prime opportunity to do some real damage and does so as he irish whips him head first into the turnbuckle post. The sound of Cheng's head clattering with the steel post sends shivers down the spines of some of the crowd, while Cheng collapses onto the outside floor. With the referee now counting and having counting up to 4 Russeller smirks as he grabs a hold of his opponent. He rolls Cheng under the bottom rope and forces him into the ring as he himself rolls under and joins Cheng in the ring. As Cheng lays out of it in the corner of the ring Russeller takes several moments to compose himself before following up his assault by pulling Cheng to his feet once more, supporting Cheng to stop him from falling to the canvas again he lifts Cheng into the air and slams him back first into the canvas with a Stalling Backdrop Suplex. Cheng groans as Russeller goes for the cover and looks to walk out with yet another extremely impressive victory.

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Eddie Edison: Oooooh! That was a close one, Max!

Maxwell McNally: I'm with you there, Eddie. My heart was in my throat for a moment there.

Bill Wright: It's a shame really, if Wayde Russeller actually knew one thing about what technique is he might of been able to put Cheng away right there.

[BK London]

Josh Robertson: If Cheng continues to make such costly mistakes like he did then, I don't know what planet he's living on if he thinks he can ever beat me. Hell, I don't know what planet he thinks he's living on regardless.

Russeller smacks the canvas beside him in frustration having been convinced he had done enough to put away the ACW Grandslam Champion. Cheng makes small signs of life as he begins to stir, however Russeller has managed to get his tantrum over and done with and refocuses himself. Russeller contemplates his next move before pulling Cheng to his feet and picking him up with a double leg. He charges towards the turnbuckle and with Cheng still feeling the effects of the backdrop suplex he can do nothing but let out another groan as he is driven back first into the turnbuckle. Russeller has his game face on as Cheng leans back into the turnbuckle, showing little signs of a fight back. Russeller follows up with a series of punches before finishing with a shoulder thrust. With Cheng looking like he is about to collapse onto the canvas Russeller grabs a hold of his head and puts Cheng's arm over his own head, setting him up for a suplex. He drags Cheng into the centre of the ring before letting out a yell and lifting Cheng high into the air with a delayed vertical suplex. Russeller smirks as he shows off and holds him there with ease, however he is about to learn why you shouldn't show off. Cheng being the crafty ring veteran he is despite being battered all over the ring shifts his weight, this means that all the momentum is transferred downwards and allows Cheng to drive Russeller's head straight into the canvas with a huge DDT. Both men are laid out as they lay side by side seemingly unable to move. The referee has no choice but to begin counting.

Bill Wright: I think you'll find that there is exactly why Wayde Russeller didn't put Cheng away earlier; he's an incompetent moron even when it comes to the simplest of moves.

Eddie Edison: I hate to disagree, but that there was genius quick thinking from The Chinese Phenom!

Josh Robertson: Which, even if it were true - and it isn't - would not of even been able to happen if Wayde Russeller were nothing more than a bar room drunk.

Maxwell McNally: It seems there are some differences of opinion at the commentary table tonight!

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As the referee reaches a count of 6 the pair finally show signs of life as they slowly try and re-group. Russeller edges over towards the ropes to aid himself as Cheng slowly gets up onto one knee. The crowd at this point are quite quiet as they don't seem to particularly care about either man. As the referee stops counting at 8 Russeller is the first man to get to his feet and as soon as he steadies himself his attentions to turn Cheng. At this point Cheng still has his back to Russeller and a small smirk appears on the face of Russeller as he backs away towards a turnbuckle. He lines up Cheng in his sights as he charges forward and looks to knock Cheng's head off with a big boot. However, Russeller has again underestimated (or fallen into the trap of, depending how you look at it of course) Cheng's craftiness as Cheng was playing possum all along! Cheng ducks out of the big boot and quickly gets to his feet. As Russeller's momentum makes him carry on Cheng leaps towards the ropes and jumps off of the second rope to hit the springboard Second Heartbeat! Russeller is knocked out cold even before he hits the canvas as Cheng goes for the cover.

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The bell rings as Cheng falls back onto the canvas exhausted.

Phillip: Here is your winner...Jake Cheng!

Maxwell McNally: Well, it looks like Cheng's craftiness paid off in the e--- hey, wait!

The camera pans over from the ring to show Robertson and Wright slamming their headsets onto the commentary table and quickly making their way towards the ring. As Russeller is helped out of the ring Cheng is left in the centre still trying to get his breath back. Robertson slides under the bottom rope as Cheng's music fades out while Wright makes his way up the steel steps and steps in to join him. Robertson slowly makes his way towards Cheng who is still unaware that he is no longer alone in the ring. As Wright looks on Robertson stands behind him, waiting for Cheng to realise. Finally, Cheng gets to his feet and turns around to see he is face to face with the man that he laid out with a chair on Monday and a low blow the previous Thursday. A look of terror flashes in the face of Cheng as Robertson connects with a kick straight to the mid-section. Cheng keels over, defenceless to do anything having just endured a very tough match. Robertson locks his arms around Cheng's and lifts him into the air before slamming him head first onto the canvas, knocking him senseless with the Re-education. Robertson stands over him, looking down at his pray as he is handed a microphone from Wright.

Josh Robertson: Did you really think we were going to just let you get away with what you did on Monday and last Thursday, Cheng? Did you? See, what I can't quite understand is why you act as if you have some god given talent, or why you act like you are actually something in this ring. You have done nothing...NOTHING in your career to show that you are anything more than a noboby when it comes down to real professional wrestling. You have displayed the skills equal to that of somebody who can barely make it onto local shows, and tonight all you did was reiterate that fact. The only reason you managed to win tonight was because you were up against the only person who is a bigger joke than you in this company.

Cheng tries to roll over away from Robertson, but Robertson bends down and pulls his head so his eyes are looking Robertson's.

Josh Robertson: Look at me when I speak, Jake! Now, I didn't want to do things this way, believe me, but you left us no other option after what you did on Monday. Now, Jake, you were listening and watching on Monday, you know what I want from you. I will be awaiting your response on Warfare.

Robertson releases his grip on Cheng, taking one last glance at him as his head bounces off of the canvas. Robertson stands up and heads over towards the ropes, stepping through them and jumping down to the outside as he is followed by Wright. The pair slowly make their way towards the entrance curtain as the crowd boo them from all angles. The camera returns to focus on a motionless Jake Cheng in the centre of the ring, slowly fading to black.

[BK London]

Segment: The Doom is Nigh (Credit: XS3/Train)

Our somber scene is now set in an alleyway, just outside of the Thomas & Mack Center. Anyone would probably be out gambling right about now or partying with showgirls, but for Thunder Train, right now is not the case. Dressing warm to avoid freezing to death (or maybe it's not cold in Vegas right now; this is a Canadian talking after all), Train rubs his hands together for warmth.

Train: Oh come on… I have to go get ready for my match with Fallen Souls… Whoever told me to be here is an idiot who--

Voice: James…

Train jumps, a bit startled. He looks around and sees no one around in his sight. Just then, two glowing red eyes appear from the darkness. Train stands his ground and urges the presence to come towards him.

Train: If you're Zero or a friend of his, I'm here to fight you! Come AWN!

The figure does begin to approach Train but it isn't who he thought it was. Instead, it is Exemplar. Train looks on, confused, as Exemplar is seen wearing a hooded trenchcoat, tattered and buttoned up. The hood is raised as Exemplar confronts his ally.

Exemplar: No need to be afraid, James… I called you here because I needed to speak to you.

Train: Wait…Why didn't you just meet me in the locker room? As XS3?

Exemplar: I have decided to bring our discussion out here in private.

Train pauses.

Train: …don't rape me.

Exemplar sighs and shakes his head.

Exemplar: Regardless, the war between the Road Steelers and Double Penetration is escalating to new heights. If we were to be discovered right now, no doubt that we would be ambushed and assaulted all to feed Thunderkiss' bloodthirsty ego… And speaking of bloodthirst…

Exemplar points right at the heart of Train and stares at him with his luminous red eyes.

Exemplar: I know there is a beast inside of you… I can sense the urgency that he needs to be released from your soul and unleashed unto Thunderkiss. He was the one who arguably brought you into ACW and unless we harness this spirit within you, he can take you out of ACW just as quickly.

Train cocks his head and gives a quizzical look.

Train: Spirit? Beast? What are you talking about? The only beast I worry about is indigestion.

Exemplar: You fail to see the point, James. You can boast about your girth and hunger. It will not amount to anything from my point of view. There is despair inside of you, there is sorrow and above all else, there is… doom. But we can harness this doom into positive energy. We can use it to our advantage. Together… We can conquer Double Penetration and slay the demon that has overstayed his welcome.

Exemplar slowly nods and spins around to return to the darkness.

Exemplar: I shall leave you with the proposition, James… Either let Thunderkiss overpower you and call you a traitor… Or allow me to connect with the doom inside of you. Take your time and choose wisely. And good luck tonight.

Exemplar takes a few steps forwards and vanishes into the darkness. Train looks on then looks down at the ground, contemplating this newfound decision. Just then, his stomach growling cuts off his thought flow and he turns around to head back into the arena.

Train: The Train is always hungry… FOR REVENGE! WHOOP CHA!

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: I Love That I Hate You
Credit: Steele/Freeman

As we return from commercial break, we see our International Champion, Jake Steele sitting in the RSX3 locker room. He seems have to regained his composure and he is shining his title up with a calm look on his face. Just then, Jason Freeman comes strolling into the room and instantly begins talking casually to Steele as if they are buddy, buddy.

Freeman: So it looks like tonight---

Steele instantly turns his head, and upon seeing Freeman, he's up in a second. He comes towards him, making his hand into a fist, and no doubt he plans to get revenge on Freeman attacking him earlier before the massive brawl. Freeman, realizing this, backs up holding his hands out.

Freeman: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second!

Steele stops in front of him still clenching his fist, but he doesn't hit him.

Steele - You know you got some nerve comin' in here after da shit you pulled earlier tonig--[/color]

Freeman: Stop. Forget what happened eariler, because what I'm worried about is what's going to happen later. As you heard from Ginger, tonight we are teaming up together, and I don't like it either, but---

Steele - I should kick your ass. Yeah dat sounds good. I'll smack you around like one of my bitches... again, and den maybe you will shut da fuck up.[/color]

Freeman: Hey, listen. You COULD do that. You could. You can beat me down right now, but then...do you really want to go out there tonight against two men who want nothing more than to dismantle you, and face them alone without a partner because you couldn't control your emotions? I don't like you either, Steele, but I'm a man who knows what's best for him, and I am personally willing to put our issues aside for this one match.

Steele doesn't seem completely convinced, but Freeman continues.

Freeman: Now, Steele, we do have some things in common. I don't think that either of us thinks that Dan White OR Jonny Hughes deserves the title shot that they have been handed tonight. Can we agree on that?

Steele - Dey don't deserve shit. So I guess we can ag--[/color]

Freeman: And I think we can both agree that we don't want them to hold a victory over us. If we fight and take each other out, then that's what they'll have. Sometimes, people must come together for the common good. Steele, all I am asking is that tonight you refrain from acting out of anger and hatred, and I pledge to do the same. Tonight, we go to the ring, we beat Dan and Hughes, and we worry about the future when it comes.

There's a pause. Freeman's words make sense, and Steele even in anger can not deny that. Still, though, Freeman is not the most trustworthy guy around, and so there is still some doubt.

Steele - What da fuck... dat actually makes some sense. But I mean, seriously. I've beaten you three times in a row, and everytime I made sure dat you looked as bad as possible during da match. How I know you ain't gonna try and get some schoolyard revenge? How I know you not trickin' me right now?[/color]

Freeman chuckles to himself at Steele's accusation.

Freeman: Steele, believe me, you can trust me. Why would I desert you when it would only lead to a loss for me as well? If you lose, I lose. If you win, I win. I would have no reason to attempt anything. No, Steele, you can take me for my word, but I need to hear yours. I want to hear your word that tonight, we ARE a team. Tonight, we WILL work together. Let me hear you say it.

Steele glares at him, but then shakes his head. He smirks for a second, before responding.

Steele Look... Freeman... I hate you so much dat it's not even funny. But tonight I'm feelin' generous, and vengeful. We gon' put our shit aside... and take those british mothafuckas out.[/COLOR]

Freeman nods at him, and sticks his hand out, looking for a shake.

Freeman: I knew you'd understand.

Steele hesitates at taking his hand, and seeing that, Freeman shrugs, putting his hand back by his side. It didn't really matter. All that mattered was that Steele and him tonight would be able to work together. Freeman turns and leaves the room, leaving Steele to ponder whether or not he really can take Freeman at his word. In any case, one thing is true. If they don't work together, then they're finished.

[BK London]

“‘Tis the Season!”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo

[FSX has been accustomed to strange situation in his life, but since aligning himself with Thunderkiss, situations such as these have become a daily occurrence. That said, it doesn’t surprise him at all the moment he swings forth the Double Penetration locker room door and is greeted with vision of Thunderkiss dressed head to toe in a Santa suit. Visions of sugar plums aren’t dancing in his head upon seeing this and feels more like poking his eyes out with a burning lump of coal.]

FSX: I'm not posting bail for you if your doing what I think your doing...

Thunderkiss: Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas!

FSX: You can't be fucking serious.

Thunderkiss: Dead serious! I signed up to play Santa back on the island this weekend AND it meets the requirement of my community service program!

FSX: I really think your doing more a service to the community if you DON'T play Santa. I mean, just think about the kids.

Thunderkiss: Screw the kids, brother! I’m there for some M.I.L.F. action! Have you ever seen the hot soccer moms standing in line to see Santa?! When I’m done with this job, dozens of kids will be placed in an orphanage and I’ll have my very own Christmas harem! Just wait till they see what’s hanging in THIS stocking! Hahaha!

FSX: That's not funny.

[Fallen just gives him a flat stare for a moment. Could there be a REASON orphans aren't funny? You pay attention, right?]

Thunderkiss: Well bah humbug to you too, scrooge! Let’s see if you change your tune after you have my leftovers! After all, what is Santa without his elf?

[TK takes one side step to his right revealing a table behind him. There, placed right at the top is a candy striped elf suit made to fit one tiny Asian man.]

FSX: You really must be fucking crazy if you think I'm going to do that. NEVER gonna happen.

Thunderkiss: Oh yes, I am thinking about it! Look at the little, pointy hat! Move over Ernie, there a new sexy elf in town! Besides, this is going to be at some temple place! Some things are bigger than yourself, you know.

FSX: Wait, what do you mean by temple?

Thunderkiss: You know, Temple Shalom.

FSX: Hmm....that would be a Jewish Temple...

Thunderkiss: *pause* So?

FSX: WRONG FUCKING HOLIDAY!

Thunderkiss: Too bad for them! I paid for this Santa suit and I’m not taking it back!

FSX: Trust me, by the end of this night your going to find yourself in a gutter, drinking whiskey with a homeless movie critic as you recall THIRTY RABBIS trying to kill you.

Thunderkiss: This is bad. Very bad, but like always, I have concocted a plan that shower these people with joy and peace, two essentials of the holiday season, you know! Behold! I shall entangle them with the greatest Hanukkah story ever told, the story of NAZI, JEWISH FREEMAN!


[TO BE CONTINUED ON MONDAY..?]

[BK London]

Current Events
Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London

The last thing you want to do as a World Champion is injure yourself in the ring against a worthless opponent. In order to stay limber in his match against Danny Mainer, BK London goes through a series of arm and leg stretches. While doing some arm circles, the door opens off and Jake Cheng slumps into the room and plops down on the couch, wincing in pain as he lands.

BK London: What the hell happened to you?

Jake Cheng: I just got Tiger Drivered by Robertson.

BK London: Oh yeah, I saw that. And I believe it was Tiger Driver ‘91ed.

Jake Cheng: What? He only hit it once.

BK London: No. The Tiger Driver ’91. It was invernted in 1991, thus the name.

Jake Cheng: How is it different from the original Tiger Driver?

BK London: How am I supposed to know? All I know is that every year it gets improved.

Jake Cheng: So its like AOL back in the 90s?

BK London: Yeah kinda…

Jake Cheng: That makes sense I guess…

Awkward pause.

BK London: So how are you going to get your revenge on Robertson?

Jake Cheng: I’m not.

BK London: So you are going to let him get away with attacking you.

Jake Cheng: Fuck no. I’m not going after Robertson. Poor kid barely can speak English. I mean, I’ve watched the tapes. He is constantly looking down at his hand for lines.

BK London: Really? I didn’t think ACW would hire som-

Jake Cheng: Nah, I lied. But he really doesn’t know what he is saying. Bill Wright is feeding him lines and ideas. The man is molding Josh Robertson’s brain. He has to be stopped. Robertson has only a fourth of a brain and you need half a brain to realize Wright blows chunks. I mean, since Taylor realized it, I thought everyone could. But I guess not. So, what’s up with you?

BK London: You know, the Jay Zero thing. Same ol' thing that has been going on for the past few months. But I don't want to talk about that right now, I have plenty of material on him later tonight. But Jake you ever...you ever...

London rises up from his stretching position and he now positions himself over by the window of their locker room, staring out the window to the Las Vegas strip right before them.

Jake Cheng: Have I ever what?

BK London: You ever contemplate what life would be without ACW?

Jake Cheng: What are you talking about?

BK London: Life without ACW. Life after ACW. Have you ever really thought about it? You know, ACW has been our lives for the past four and a half years or so - and I have honestly forgotten life before we were signed to these contracts. I've forgotten the waking up at 1PM in the afternoon after a huge party, rather than waking up at 6am to do press for the next city and then going to sleep at 10PM.

Jake Cheng: ...don't tell me you're considering quitting ACW.

BK London: Me? No. Never. Its just a thought.

Jake Cheng: Good, because I don't know what ACW would be like if you weren't. Oh wait, I think I can - I'd be champion for the next 6 months instead of you.

London laughs to himself at Jake's comment.

BK London: Anyway, that Robertson kid sounds like a pest - and you know what we do to pests.

Jake Cheng: We humiliate them in a series of rap freestyles...

BK London: ....riiight. Just get rid of him so you can focus on big things. I'll be looking for a new challenger for the belt in 2009. Who knows? If you play your cards right, you could start 2009 the same way you started 2008.

Jake Cheng: Hmm...intriguing...

BK London: I'm going to take a walk, I'll catch you on the flipside.

Jake Cheng: Wait, don't you have a match tonight?

BK London: I'll be back in time. Don't worry.

London exits the locker room and Jake Cheng settles down in the locker room, while on the outside - BK London stops and looks at his surroundings. He takes a deep breath and continues on his walk as the scene fades out..

Fade Out.