Thursday Night Meltdown January 8th 2009

[Jonny Spade]

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Jake Steele vs. Alex Richmond
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The New Road Steelers vs. Dave Tyler and Chris Williams
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AC Evans vs. Josh Robertson
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Scott Andrews vs. Fallen Souls
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RDK vs. Jonny Hughes
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Dan White vs. Jason Freeman - I Quit Match
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OCC: My aplogies in advance if I screw up the order of some segments, there was alot sent in for this show....and with that on with the show!

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Bon Voyage (Credit: Zero)

Normally as we open up a show, we find ourselves in the heart of the ACW Arena, live in the middle of a pyrotechnical war-zone. However today on this very special return show, we find ourselves taking one quick stop beforehand. Opening up and fading in, we find the Chairman Gingerdude standing in front of a black backdrop wearing a very nice dark gray suit. With a half-smile on his face, he stands completely still, awaiting for his cue to speak.

Chairman Gingerdude: Good evening, and welcome back to Meltdown!

The live crowd cheers loudly as the video plays on the Alphatron.

Chairman Gingerdude: I hope you weren't too sad that ACW went on it's usual several week hiatus after Winter's Discontent, but no need to worry - we're back and better than ever! Our break has allowed all of your favorite superstars to rest up and prepare themselves for a whole 'nother year of non-stop, pure action!

Ginger begins to waves his hands around to emphasize his statements.

Chairman Gingerdude: And what better way to start of 2009 in ACW with two new Champions taking the field! Firstly, you have Dan White! The man that seemingly swiped the International Title right out from underneath five other men in the Hell in a Cell! And then - you have our new World Heavyweight Champion!

A Jay Zero chant from the crowd begins to become audible onto the scene.

Chairman Gingerdude: Jay Zero! - The one who miraculously found himself lying on top of the man that formerly was holding the title in the midst of a 140 day championship reign! Surely, these two men are both going to bring something different to the table in this new coming year! So - along with this, I come bearing good news... and unfortunately, SOME bad news.

He takes a brief second or two to pause in order to allow himself some time to moisten up his lips and re-think his wording for the deliverance of news.

Chairman Gingerdude: Good news first! Tonight, you will see both of these new Champions here tonight! And Jay Zero specifically will be making his first 2009 ACW appearance here later on tonight as we gather to celebrate this huge career accomplishment! So set your DVR's and call your friends, because later on this evening, Jay Zero will address the people of ACW, and I myself may have a thing or two to bring to the table for Mr. Zero tonight!

He takes a deep breath now, preparing himself for the bad news.

Chairman Gingerdude: And now - time for the bad news. These past couple of months here in ACW have been completely hectic for myself as you could imagine. With the appearance of Stephan Russo stepping in and attempting to take charge, to the point where I was moments away from losing my company, I've worked my hardest along with some of ACW's finest to assure the stability of the Alpha Championship Wrestling that you all have grown to love! Now... after all of that hard work and after regaining control of all aspects of this company, it's time for me to be on my way.

He pauses at most certainly, the worst moment possible - leaving the fans in awe, thinking "What? Why? No!" However, as the crowd begins to fall into confusion, he looks to explain.

Chairman Gingerdude: -- Well, at least for two months!

"Ooooh" Ginger chuckles with a smile as he left all in suspense.

Chairman Gingerdude: I've... I've really worked my arse off lately so I think it's only fair that I get my break. So for the next two months, I shall be vacationing in the Bahamas. And ... well, my flight leaves much later on tonight! Yes, yes, I know it all seems of very short notice and it appears that there's many gaps to now be filled, but don't you worry about that for one single moment! While our ACW superstars were off relaxing during our annual hiatus, I was still hard at work - and for good reasoning! Because if I plan on stepping out for a good amount of time, I need to be certain that I can rely on a certain individual to fulfill all of my Chairman duties on my hiatus. So for the past month or so, I've worked extra hard to teach this man everything there is to know about the company and how to run it. So ladies and gentlemen, stepping up to power once I make my departure later this evening is going to be one man that I've personally selected; that I know and trust will do his damn best to make this company prosper into our new year! So without any further adu, here is my replacement!

[Jonny Spade]

Ginger takes a couple steps to the right, turning his body to the side, motioning the man to step onto camera. Just as he enters on the left, Ginger announces out...

Chairman Gingerdude: ACW's new Junior Executive! Craig Lewis!

Mr. Lewis smiles into the camera, nodding his head and acknowledging himself as the new power in town.

Junior Executive Craig Lewis[/u]: Thank you sir, and - Good Evening, ACW!

Chairman Gingerdude: Yes, as my former apprentice, I assure you that Craig Lewis here is more than capable of stepping up to the job! So as of tomorrow morning, Craig Lewis will officially take over the role of Junior Executive, filling in for my absence!

Junior Executive Craig Lewis[/u]: And I look forward to taking the challenge and getting to know each and every staff member here backstage, along with you fans of ACW out there! Let's hope that Mr. Gingerdude's trip is completely safe, and - well, that this company is still in one piece when he returns!

Craig chuckles at the remark, and Ginger somewhat shakes it off, hoping in all seriousness that it will be.

Chairman Gingerdude: Yes - well. Thank you all for the time here, and I'll see you all later! But for now Craig - isn't there something to do?

Junior Executive Craig Lewis[/u]: There's only one thing left to do sir! Let's get this show on the road!

Chairman Gingerdude: You heard the boss!

Ginger smiles and Craig slowly but surely nods his head, knowing that he's the newfound authority figure to step into ACW. Wasting no time in following the Junior Executives orders, the screen fades out, beginning to cut to the shot of the ACW Arena where our normal fireworks show is just beginning to shake the arena! Get ready ACW - 2009 is here, and we're kicking it off right!

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Under Pressure (Credit: Dan White)

After the always-arduous Christmas period, ACW has returned back to its home arena after a long American tour. As the first show of a new year has begun, the fans in the arena have packed out to the brim, looking forward to the new alliances and rivalries that are sure to spring up as we make the long journey now to Omega Effect. But ACW's flagship Pay Per View is a long time away, and before we even get there we have to settle things at Ragnarok, at the end of the month.

“Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits and the fans go crazy as the Welsh Dragon Dan White walks through the curtains. He won the Best Face Award at the Awards Show, which proves that he's one of the crowd favourites, and with the International Title around his belt, it's been a pretty awesome period for the Cardiff-born dragon. Wearing his street clothes, it looks like he's ready to simply get into the ring and address the night's events, as he takes a microphone and climbs through the ropes.

He pauses, taking in the chants from the crowd, holding up the belt to even more cheering. He smirks, as he begins to speak.

Dan: Well what can I say. Happy bloody new year to you all.

He smiles as the crowd responds warmly.

Dan: I'm the International Champion. I said I'd walk into that Cell as the one everyone had to watch, and I said I'd walk out there as the International Champion. I defeated five incredible opponents, well I say five. Freeman isn't really much of anything more than a footnote.

Small cheers for the insult.

Dan: But the bottom line is that basically, Freeman will give it his all in this match tonight. And tonight is most certainly not any title.

He holds up the International Title above his head.

Dan: No, this is way much more beyond this belt. But Freeman, you'll be assured that you'll be getting absolutely everything out of me tonight. Sorry this is so short and sweet, but I have other things I need to take care of.

He drops the mic and his music plays as the fans start to cheer, knowing that this will be by far the last we'll see of him tonight.

Fade out.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Segment titles are for n00bs (Credit: Freeman)

Ah, the new year. 2008 was great, and 2009 may shape up to be even better. The first Meltdown of the year has begun and tonight, the main event may turn out to be one of the most brutal matches in a very long time. Dan White vs Jason Freeman. I Quit. The men are 1-1 with each other, and tonight that will be settled.

Jason Freeman walks into the ACW arena, obviously having just arrived from outside, and from the look on the Television Champion’s face, he is not happy. He has a lead pipe in his hand, and a glare on his face as he walks down the hallway, when all of a sudden, Kevin Anderson appears from offscreen.

Kevin: Jason Freeman, what are your feelings going into the new year, after the events of Winter’s---Urk!

As Kevin begins talking, Freeman spins around and like lightning, has Kevin up against the wall, pressing the lead pipe that he holds in his hands into Kevin’s throat, applying pressure with both hands, choking Kevin against the wall…Kevin’s eyes widen, as Freeman puts his face right up to Kevin’s, letting Kevin see the look in his eyes, as Kevin chokes and his face begins to turn red.

Freeman: Kevin, you listen to me. I am NOT in the mood to be interviewed right now, okay? I am on my way to the ring.

With that, Freeman pulls his pipe away, causing Kevin to sink down to the floor, gasping and clutching his throat. Freeman walks down the hallway towards the stage, as the camera fades.

[Jonny Spade]

OTA: Moving On
Credit: Jake Cheng

After Winter Discontent

The last show of 2008 has ended. Two new champions, one vacated title, the promise of a sixteen year old Japanese girl, and a partridge in a pear tree. The superstars, victorious or otherwise, have left the arena hours ago. Janitors and other works left already too. A semi-clean ACW Arena has been locked down for the year to the public. You know that whole thing about “no creature was stirring, not even a mouse?” Yeah, not true. Someone stayed behind. Training? Nah. Crying? Na….no wait, he is crying. What the fuck? In a locker room meant for two, Jake Cheng sits alone. Although the door says Top Draw, only one man will be entering this locker room for the many shows to come. His name doesn’t happen to be BK London.

The locker room is practically empty with only a fold up chair, a small locker and a poster on the door. Unfortunately for Jake Cheng, all the furniture in the room, couch television, the table, was in BK London’s name, and when Jake pleaded with the moving people, they did nothing. So all he had was a folding chair, and a locker. Locker is basically a small cubby for a gym bag which is nailed to the floor in the corner of the room. The folding chair was in the middle of the room, but now it is on the ground, lying on the floor against a wall, directly under a spot where the wall was hit with, well, a chair. That leaves nothing but a former ACW Heavyweight Champion with tears marks running down his face, at least he stopped crying, and a poster of a different former ACW Heavyweight Champion. Former as of a couple hours.

Jake Cheng: This could be a good thing that you’re gone, right BK? I mean, I went on a two month rant saying that I was always in your shadow. So now that your gone I…I can step up and finally take over ACW! I mean, who stopped me last time? Hunter, gone. You, unfortunately gone. Thunderkiss, too busy...I don’t want to knowing with FSX. But there still of plenty of people on the rise. Dan White managed to win a singles title for the first time in three years. Jake Steele is a beast. Jay Zero managed to beat you and me in the past couple months, so he must be injecting steroids. What the FUCK!

Jake looks for something to throw, but he has nothing. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a small plastic bottle of pills. He opens the bottle, only to find out of it is empty, as if its lack of weight wasn’t a string enough clue. Well, not he has something to throw. Putting the bottle in his right, he chucks it sideways, not caring what it goes. The bottle hits the dent in the wall made earlier by the chair. Now that’s accuracy.

Jake Cheng: But I’m alone. We all know its easier to get to the top with people on your side. I mean, you stayed on top for so long because OCW was around to keep you protected. And now I’ve pissed off way to many people to get friends. Hell, I’ve pissed off more than half the active roster. And the rest of them couldn’t protect a dead person. So to the top I go by myself.

I don’t want this break to be too long, because I want to emphasize how the short the gap of time between the end of the last sentence and the beginning of the next one. Damn, looks like its too long already. Just pretend there was a short pause between.

Jake Cheng: Fuck, who am I kidding? It will take months to even get a title shot. And in my current state…well, I’m talking to a poster and I didn’t even take any pain-killers. I need to do something big. Something that will shake up ACW. Let’s make a list. Rebellion? No. Quit and then become a Chairman? No, copying Dan White is like career suicide. Hmm, looks like I’m out of luck. Then what do I do? I could leave…..nah. There is a vacant Entertainment Title but odds are they couldn’t scrap all the Thundershit off of it. Titles are out of the equation, I don’t have a drive for them anymore. But what do I have a drive for? Why do I wrestle?

Jake thinks on the question, looking up, but all he sees is:

…so yeah, I doubt I need to say it, but he wasn’t given any answers.

Jake Cheng: I guess it will be all answered in time anyway. Good thing I have a month to think things over. Something will come to me.

Present Day

…I said cut to present day! Jake is still sitting in the dark, in fetal position! The BK London poster is still on the door, the chair is still against the wall, next to and empty bottle, both lying under those five holes in the wall….oh, there’s the difference. Guess that time didn’t help….

Jake Cheng: Yeah, I guess not…

Oh well, what are you gonna do? Walk around the arena and sulk all day. Get ready for a boring show.

Fade Out

[Jonny Spade]

”Yesterdays”

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Hollywood. Flashing lights. Danny Mainer holding onto a lamp post with one arm and reaching out into the distance. All of these images flash in quick succession to the sound of “Get Busy” by Sean Paul (drum and bass remix) leading us to believe that THIS. IS. A TITLE SEQUENCE. It shows a shot of New York at night as alive as ever and then the Hollywood walk of fame. Then a few second shot of a slew of bikini girls in Venice Beach wiggling their butts at the camera. The sequence comes to an end when a girl in a spaghetti strand bikini on roller skates comes careering towards the camera which is positioned on the floor. The girl skids landing on her palm giving the viewer the image burnt onto the bottom of her skate which says “YESTERDAYS” in big flashy letters

After the title sequence rolls out, we’re shown a black and white shot of Danny Mainer sitting in a directors folding chair in a lavish office surrounded by bookcases and computers and other niceties. If it weren’t for the fact that the back window behind him was broken and there was a man slumped across the desk unconscious with a bottle of Bells Whisky slowly slipping out of his grip you’d assume it was Danny’s office. Danny is dressed up for this occasion in a pair of Levi’s, Chuck Taylor’s and a “Summer of ‘69” t-shirt to show his love for retro. He also strangely enough has a boa wrapped around his neck ala Hulk Hogan and a pair of big flashy sunglasses.

Danny Mainer: ”’sup guys and gals? It’s ME. The Psycho Butcher here with the first and only edition of “YESTERDAYS” the top of the range ACW spin off show that gives you ugly jackasses in the building the chance to watch me get the lo-down on your FAVOURITE superstars from the past. We’ve got a whole series of this stuff coming up baby, this is just the pilot but the test viewers LOVED it. Now, are you ready for The Psycho Butcher to get the FRESH CUT of an old ACW alum?”

Intrigued, the crowd cheer him on in the case that this jerk actually DOES bring on an old ACW face. Danny can’t exactly hear them as it’s pre recorded but even if it was live it’s not like he’d care so he carried on with it.

Danny Mainer: ”Good! I’m glad you’re excited because I am too. This man was at one stage one of the top highfliers in the ol’ Alpha and was quite simply ‘THE EXCEPTION’ when it came to fighters from California. He holds a win over the late Torak, Ross Lambert and even our world champion Jay Zero. So, without further adieu. Why don’t you “stay around and listen” to my update on ladder swinging lunatic Mister DIMITRIUS OSBOURNE! … better known to you cretins as VORTEX!”

The shot changes from Danny to another black and white shot of the blazing hot streets of San Diego, California and in the shot is a long row of shops with the focal point being “Andersons Hardware Store” right plonk in the middle of a Sex Shop and a Starbucks. Danny and his camera crew are shown leaving the sex shop and walking into the next store. Danny is clutching the back of his neck while the proprietor shouts lewd remarks at him.

Danny Mainer: ”I meant it as a compliment, dickhead!”

Dan turns and him and the crew head into “Andersons Hardware Store” where it’s filled with screwdrivers, spanners, pliers, nuts and bolts, repair manuals and the other kind of “tough guy” paraphernalia. Danny upon walking through the door gets a waft of freshly sawn wood and creosote which causes a gag reflex. Behind the counter is a spotty teenager who looks like he’s been punched in the face repeatedly with his numerous bruises. Perks of the job you’d suppose. Danny saunters over to the counter and leans over casually.

Danny Mainer: ”So, is Ozzy working today?”

Clerk: “Yeah he’s just in the back sawing wood.”

Danny Mainer: ”Thanks, can you drag him out here? I’d go see him but I’m allergic to creosote. I don’t know why, the scent gets me though.”

Clerk: “Alright.”

He turns and runs into the back of the shop and there’s a sound of a slight argument behind the curtains. Soon after, a man with long raven hair dressed like a complete philistine dressed like Ken from the Barbie and the Nutcracker dolls line. The image is ruined only by a large smithing apron which “VorteX” hangs up on a hook. At a quick glance you’d think “Yeah that’s VorteX” but you look beyond the raven hair and the clothes you’d see it’s actually Danny Mainer all dressed up like a jerk.

MorteX: ”’sup fellas? What can I do for all of you?”

The camera being very careful not to put a position where both Danny and MorteX would be in the same shot changes to the other side of the room where Danny is retreating in the corner away from the smell of wood paint.

Danny Mainer: ”Well we were just wondering if we could film for you today to the ACW Galaxy knows what you’re doing these days. I mean someone of your uhh… “influence” would make this show and yourself look great. You in?”

MorteX: ”Sure boys. Come with me. Now, as you know I used to obsessed with ladders. I love heights, I love things that get me high and I love pornography but that’s a different story. See, when I was a boy my step dad James Osborne climbed a ladder and fell off it and.. broke his neck. I hated my step dad because he would routinely beat my mom and be an absolute prick to me by never letting me play Atari when I wanted to. I was only seven and it was a pretty traumatic experience for me and my mom and my three brothers, Kevin, Jimmy and Zaphod. Of course, all my other brothers died of Scarlet Fever which is why they call me “The Exception”, not because I stand out in a good way but I’m the one dude that survived illness. Anyways, my ladder obsession came from how sexy I think the y are, all the best bumps in wrestling come from ladders I mean just look at my match ladder match which ended with the briefcase having a frickin’ bomb in it. How awesome was that?! Anyways I kinda went on a bit there and well basically Tony Anderson who is a wonderful man pretty much always mocks me and makes me stock the ladders because frankly? I’m the best at it. You guys are probably bored shitless by now so come on in and see me make a chair.”

There’s a shot of the camera crew and they’re all fast asleep in position, barely able to hold their respective bits of equipment up. Then, “Hardware Store” by Weird Al plays as there’s a barrage of different shots involving “MorteX” cutting bits of wood, using PVA to glue them together, popping a balloon out of sheer boredom and then MorteX pulling a drill out of the draw with a plastic penis on the end and a few of his colleagues laughing in the background. Finally the shot finishes with him sitting on the floor crying into hishands. This is when the music ends and Danny is shown standing over MorteX giving you an over the shoulder perspective from Mainer who looks at him reassuringly.

Danny Mainer: ”So, VorteX. Thank you very much for letting us spend the day with you and thank you to the men and women of Andersons Hardware Store for letting us in. So ehh, VorteX can you give us a free ladder for ACW so I can beat some asshole up with it?”

MorteX: ”Go right on ahead Danny.”

Danny heads back inside to the ladder section while the spotty teenager starts to close up shop. Danny goes to grab a ladder by the rung but immediately notices a sticky, viscous substance covering it, he flicks his hand off and it cuts to a shot of Danny in the office again.

Danny Mainer: ”When I found out that I was practically glued to that ladder, I knew we had to set up some hidden cameras to find out why they were so sticky. The results were needless to say, shocking and I’m willing to bet nobody will want to shake my hand again. Here’s what we found after we planted a few microphones and a couple of cameras in the stockroom. The shocking events that unfolded are almost certainly career ruining for me and rather embarrassing for VorteX but we feel that someone has to help him. Roll the footage.”

A night vision view of the stock room is shown at night as “MorteX” makes his way back in dressed in his apron. He puts the key in his pocket and his sights are clear. There’s a large ladder propped up against the wall.

MorteX: ”Hey baby, you’re lookin’ all nice and shiny tonight. You what? You think I’m attractive? Well, well I’m flattered really I… you what?”

A shot of MorteX’s face shows him a little taken aback by what this ladder is “saying” to him.

MorteX: ”Well gorgeous, you don’t have to ask me twice. I’ll give you every last drop of my hot, sticky, fertile resi-‘goo’.”

MorteX is shown leaning in closer lifting a leg up and dropping his pantaloons when suddenly it draws to a fade.

Danny Mainer Narrating: ”Wow, I haven’t seen someone make this much of a fuss over a ladder since it lost that 24/7 hardcore title in Japan to a cute Asian jailbait and her cat. No fucking wonder Thunder Train can’t climb these things. He’s butterfingered enough as it is without him having to deal with that shit.”

We now cut back to Danny who’s looking somewhat mortified and is hurriedly wiping his hands on his jeans.

Danny Mainer: ”That’s all for now here on the set of Yesterdays. Ending on that note, if you or someone you love is laddersexual call “0800-PHONE-FUCK” or better yet go out, find a fat sleazy hooker and get laid because YOU fucking need it! I’m your ACW Yesterdays host Danny Mainer, stay tuned next week as we’ll be taking a peek at how Sarin Rossi is lasting during her prison sentence and I’ll be giving you the top 25 ways to lose your mind which a foreword by Thunderkiss. Thank you for stopping by, but if you watched this you’re a complete tool and I hope everyone out in the ACW building dies Get ready to go packing ACW, I’m taking you all on a Psycho Holiday.

FADE

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Match: Jake Steele v. Alex Richmond (Credit: Zero)

JAKE STEELE
Weight: 234 lbs
Height: 6' 1"
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
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ALEX RICHMOND
Weight: 257 lbs
Height: 6' 4"
Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

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Match Opening: This opening bout of 2009 starts off with the former International Champion Jake Steele locking elbows with Alex Richmond. Just a 20 pound difference lie between these men, but Alex gets the upper hand earlier on, forcefully shoving back Jake Steele who keeps his feet planted down on the mat. When the two forces look to collide, the much faster Jake Steele thought he could easily evade Richmond, however a swift clubbing blow proved otherwise. However, when going for a quick snap suplex, Steele found himself countering the maneuver, thrusting his shoulder into Richmonds gut. This posed enough time for a big impact DDT from Steele, only receiving a 2 count. However, just moments later, a missed spinning back kick attempt by Steele proves to be a mistake as the powerful Richmond quickly lifts him, slamming him hard to the mat with a big back drop suplex.

Turning Point: From the earlier points of the match, the flow has shifted back and forth between both men several times, with no man garnering much control for more than a few minutes. At this point though, we find Alex Richmond catching Jake Steele in midair as he goes for a rebound off the ropes into a diving forearm blow! Quickly spinning, Alex spins around, pounding him HARD onto the mat for a two count! He lifts Steele up, shaking him hard with a huge right hand. He pulls back and decks him with another, pushnig him into the ropes. Richmond whips Steele across the ring and sets his body into an athletic position, lifting Steele high up - and then back down with a big leg lift spinebuster! However, it only gets another two count! Richmond hoists Steele up once more and positions his shoulder into the bottom of Steeles gut. With a quick lift, he charges forward, lifting Jake up high, walking him over to the top rope where he then sets him down! Richmond backs up, charging forward with a big left hook, but Steele gets his arm up to block the blow! Quickly pulling his feet over the top rope, Steele kicks his leg out, nailing Richmond in the chest. Stumbling back, he finds himself spinning around and walking back towards Steele looking to retaliate, but instead he's pulled into a front facelock! Steele dives off the second rope twisting and hitting a huge tornado DDT!

Match Ending: After the nasty DDT, Steele remained in control of this matchup. Having hit his Broken Legacy neckbreaker, he's a bit taken back that he hasn't put Alex Richmond away yet at this point. Both men are at a vertical base at this point and Steele quickly acts. He stomps down, kicking Richmonds knee, making it give out just a bit. Quickly sprinting against the ropes, he rebounds, not expecting Richmond to quickly be charging on one leg, diving and hitting a huge lariat flipping Steele inside out! Richmond pulled Steele back up and shoved him between his legs, signaling for the Bottom Dollar and the finish! Just before he can lift him up to hit the package piledriver, Steele lifts up, flipping Richmond with a back drop! Just as Richmond gathers himself to his feet, Steele spins and completely nails him with the Whirlwind Kick, dropping Richmond down to a single knee! Steele hops right back up and sprints across the ring, coming back and diving knee first, with Richmond not having enough time to react before getting hit with the RIGHT IN YO' FACE! From here, it's all history as the crowd counts in unison with the referee for the 1-2-3.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: RAWR! FREEMAN'S ANGRY! (Credit: Freeman)

The camera fades in to a crowd shot of the ACW arena…when all of a sudden “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers. The fans begin booing, as out through the curtain steps Jason Freeman, lead pipe in hand. Judging by his reaction to Kevin Anderson earlier, he is NOT in a good mood. Though even if one had not seen that, they would know by looking at his eyes. He walks quickly towards the ring, his eyes in a constant glare. At Winter’s Discontent he stepped into the Hell in a Cell match hoping to step out with the International Championship. Unfortunately, this was not to be. Dan White is now the International Champion. Freeman gets down to ringside, and goes and gets a microphone, and a chair. As he frequently does, he sets the chair up in the middle of the ring, and sits in it, before speaking. His music fades out, and before the fans have even stopped their reaction, he’s talking.

Freeman: Three weeks ago, at Winter’s Discontent, in that Hell in a Cell match, Dan White walked out the International Champion.

Obligatory cheers from the crowd, leading to a snarl from Freeman. Something about him seems different somehow…surely the fact that he did not win the belt yet again plays a part in it. He had high hopes of being a three-time International Champion, and it didn’t happen. Clearly, he had a hard time accepting his loss.

Freeman: I yet again, was NOT pinned. I did NOT submit. ONCE AGAIN, I DID NOT LOSE THE MATCH!

The abrupt burst of anger changes the almost grim tone to a furious one. Freeman almost seems to have snapped.

Freeman: ONCE AGAIN, I LOST DUE TO FORCES BEYOND MY CONTROL!

He tries to calm himself down, but manages to only resist from shouting…he speaks rapidly, the venom in his voice obvious.

Freeman: First, I win a hard-fought triple threat match against Rattlesnake and the Senator…two former International Champions, and both extremely formidable opponents. I pinned the Senator, for the SECOND time in my career, fair and square, and I get my title match, one-on-one. All seems well until the FANS begin to vote for the match type, and this MYSTERY choice is chosen, and I end up having to face Steele in an INFERNO Match. I end up thrown outside the ring, and although I barely touch the flames, it is enough to set me on fire, and I lose the match. Did Steele beat me? NO! I don’t recall being defeated in any way, because what we partook in was NOT a match. I get my chance for another shot, but this time…against Train! I beat HIM! 1…2…3, RIGHT in the middle of the ring, and THIS time it seems I’ll finally get my title shot, that is until Ginger hands out title shots to anybody on the roster who asks for one…including a man who hasn’t even stepped foot in the ring for TWO. YEARS. And do I get pinned in that match? NO! Dan White, WHO NEVER. SHOULD. HAVE. HAD. A. SHOT…ends up winning the match, and me? I end up the same way I came in, with NOTHING.

He breathes heavily, the retelling of the events making him even angrier then before. He clenches and unclenches his fist, obviously trying to get over this loss, but apparently still feeling it.

Freeman: I have to ask myself one question…where did I go wrong? Where. Did. I. Possibly. Go. Wrong? Can somebody please tell me that? It wasn’t due to lack of doing what I could…I did ANYTHING I could just for a chance at success. In October, I KIDNAPPED a man, just so that I could get a match against Dan and establish myself! It wasn’t due to lack of willpower or desire…I gave everything I had! I was willing to go all the way, and put all of my effort into this one goal…and yet…and yet…it just wasn’t enough…

The change from anger to hopelessness is so sudden, that the fans are taken aback. Freeman appears to be breaking down under this loss. Now suddenly he yells once again.

Freeman: IT JUST WASN’T ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!

Freeman gets out of the chair, and kicks it as hard as he can, causing it to fly across the ring, and Freeman moves towards the ropes, yelling his words into the camera.

Freeman: Is it due to lack of ability? Is it just me? Am I not as good as I think I am? Is that what it is? Am I incapable of winning the belt? NO! IT CAN’T BE THAT BECAUSE I CAN BEAT ANY PERSON EMPLOYED IN THIS COMPANY! It seems that the only thing stopping me is a force beyond my control! I am a victim of circumstance!

And what a horrible thing circumstance is…despite what they tell you you can’t do whatever you set your mind to. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just doesn’t work out…and that can be the most infuriating failure of all. Surely it seems so to Freeman.

Freeman: I thought I had done everything I could, but it appears that I actually have NOT…So what do I do now?! What do I do now? Well…it appears that Im going to have to crack MORE heads with a lead pipe. It appears that I’ll have to take out anybody in my way, because if what I have done is not enough, then drastic measures have to be taken, and I would HATE to be somebody in my way.

Freeman holds up his lead pipe and points it menacingly towards the camera, before finally manages to calm himself down slightly, and momentarily.

Freeman: I have already risen about as high, if not higher than I have ever been in my career, and I did it from basically nothing, in a matter of three months. That being the case, I can only imagine what I can do in three more. I will not give up. I will not stop. I will be more vicious, more aggressive, and more dedicated than I have ever been before, and than any other superstar has ever been before, and NOBODY will stop me. Drastic times call for drastic measures, and I KNOW what I’m going to do tonight.

The fans are confused now…what is he referring to? Despite his heavy breathing, despite his rapid yelling, and despite his furious eyes…his mouth begins to move up into a bit of a smirk…almost creepy because of the contrast with his body language that proves that he is absolutely furious right now. Freeman isn’t crazy, but he appears to be slipping a little bit…

Freeman: Oh, that’s right…because tonight, I step in the ring with Dan White one-on-one. For the LAST time. Tonight, we end our issues that have been going on for three months, and it is not just a regular match. This is an I Quit match! What that means, is that I can do whatever I want…I can beat Dan within an inch of his LIFE, with no rules…until he puts his mouth to the microphone and says the words “I Quit.”, essentially giving up in his war against me. Essentially ACKNOWLEDGING my dominance. And what I am going to do tonight, is take out EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FRUSTRATIONS ON HIM! Dan, you have the WRONG night to be having this match with me because you will bear the scars of tonight for YEARS TO COME!

Perhaps he is right. Perhaps tonight will not be a good night to face Freeman, because if he was ever angry before, he’s surely doubled that tonight.

Freeman: Dan, let me set something straight. You can’t win this match, because I will NEVER say I Quit to you. I will never say it, so there isn’t much you can do tonight besides KILL me. I know that this isn’t a championship match-up, although it SHOULD be, but perhaps Ginger didn’t want to cheapen your little title win by having me take it from you the next show. But I doubt you will EVER be in a shape to DEFEND this championship after tonight. I severely doubt that.

And with that “Ugly” hits the speakers again…and Freeman, finished speaking, exits the ring slowly. Tonight, the fans have witnessed a scary Jason Freeman. Freeman is seemingly very disturbed right now, and Dan White is going to have to face up against him. In his current state, that is not a match that many people would want to have, but perhaps Dan White will enjoy that. Because as determined as Jason Freeman is tonight, Dan White is probably just as determined. The new International Champion is not going to go down easily, and will most likely be just as certain that the words “I Quit” will never enter his mouth.

[Jonny Spade]

A Friend in Need is a Friend, Indeed (Credit: Henry McKaye)

Earlier that day...

[Henry McKaye stood uncomfortably, surrounded by loved ones and family members waiting anxiously for their significant others to walk out of the airplane terminal. Henry, of course, stood out like a sore thumb by being the only athletic looking person with a large facial tattoo that surrounded his right eye. His all black attire of sweater, slacks, boots, and pea coat also gave the appearance that he was going to a funeral for a loved one instead of celebrating the return of one. To, Henry, however, seeing Casper was like visiting a grave anyway. ]

[Casper, the beautiful pale girl he met in Germany, was the form of “persuasion” that Kroenen used to “convince” Henry to join his Eyes of Apocalypse stable. As Henry was doing battle with Kroenen, he met and reluctantly befriended Casper when he was abandoned in an unfamiliar part of Germany. Eventually, he grew fond of having Casper around despite her occupation as a stripper and cage dancer at one of Kroenen’s favorite dives. Unfortunately for Henry, Casper was revealed to be aligned with Kroenen after presenting incriminating photos of the two together that were taken after she drugged him one night. After Kroenen threatened to send the pictures to Henry’s wife in the States, Henry agreed to join Kroenen and be a part of the Eyes of Apocalypse. ]

[As he dug his hands into the pockets of his coat, he looked around at the people surrounding him. Mothers… fathers… lovers… husbands… wives… all of them looked both anxious and nervous as they waited for the first sign of their missing half. Some even had the beginnings of tears well up in their eyes and Henry was both disgusted and haunted by their looks. He saw this and could feel their weakness; their dependence on their missing parts was disturbing. Yet Nicole, his ex-wife, used to wait for him in these terminals. Whether he was in Japan, Mexico, or even just Chicago or New York, Nicole would sit patiently in the provided seating of the airport in their native Olympia with the same misty eyes that these people had. Henry felt a cold spot in his chest and grumbled at the inconvenience… that part of him shriveled up and died a long time ago.]

[Another chill hit him, this time up his spine as the passengers of the flight from England came in. Ahead of the pack, pushing past the loved ones of the other passengers while cursing in German was Henry’s little Valkyrie. Wearing tight jeans, a black and white striped sweater that covered her numerous tattoos and an army officer’s hat was Casper. She looked at Henry, allowing a smile to break apart her small, but thick red-coated lips.]

Casper: Ah, Mister McKaye, it is a pleasure to see you again. I was beginning to grow bored with Kroenen’s new God of War.

[She moved towards McKaye, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. Her words came out from behind her lips, sweetly coated with her German accent, and sounded just like a candy tastes. Henry, of course, showed no emotion or acknowledgement of her embrace. Instead, Henry pushed her back and raised an eyebrow to her.]

Henry McKaye: “New” God of War?

Casper: Of course. Did you fool yourself into thinking you weren’t expendable in Johann’s dynasty? No, Mister McKaye, you must have forgotten that Kroenen isn’t like us… he’s a man of “big plans”.

[It was true; Henry and Casper weren’t “big plans” people usually. If they wanted to hurt someone, they did. Did it matter who? Not usually. They understood the purpose behind having big plans, but the longer it took to accomplish something… the more likely it became for someone to try to prevent you from doing it. It was a simple philosophy, really.]

Henry McKaye: Well… who is he? I think it is only right that I know who has foolishly taken my moniker.

Casper: Emil Maronie.

[The name rung a bell, but, at Henry’s age, putting faces to names was a bit trickier than it was when he was younger and knew substantially less people. As Henry racked his brain, he remembered facing a slender, but tall olive skinned man with jet black hair. The leaner man was also quicker than Henry was in the ring, and at times Henry only remembered seeing flashes of the man’s white, green, and red trunks before feeling the heel of his boot strike the side of his jaw. Wait… him?]

Henry McKaye: … the Italian? You’re telling me that the new God of War in Germany is a scrawny man who was thrusting his pelvis at the fans for six months before I broke his arm?

[Jonny Spade]

Casper: Say what you will, but Emil follows Kroenen’s orders… and you know how much Kroenen loves that in an underling. Remember, this is the man that had you recruit those two mindless drones Rat and Ravage.

[Henry grunted underneath his breath and Casper took a deep sigh while closing her eyes and smiling. Casper stepped in front of Henry as they walked and latched around his waist once more and rested her head on his shoulder again. ]

Casper: Oh, Henry… I missed your defiance and insubordination… I miss the fire in your eyes that would keep me up at night…

[As she whispered those words through gritted teeth, Henry felt them slither into his ear like a snake moving in on its prey. Henry cut her off and once again shoved her off of him, he had no interest in what she was beginning to imply. Instead, he was more curious how Kroenen took his right-hand lady leaving his side to join him. Henry had been Kroenen’s first in command and he didn’t take his departure well. If Henry remembered correctly, Kroenen made some thinly veiled threats about coming to America to find him.]

Henry McKaye: How did Kroenen take your resignation from the Eyes of Apocalypse?

Casper: You know, the usual. He threatened me, called me ungrateful... oh, and I got a nasty Chokebreaker in the middle of the ring on my last night. That I can remember, but Mal told me that Rat and Ravage gave me a Darkness Falls and Emil hit me with a Contrecoup…

[Henry stopped in mid-stroll, did his ears betray him? ]

Henry McKaye: A Contrecoup? That bastard is using MY move? If I didn’t have so much to do here first, I would board a plane to Germany right now and show that little maggot just who the real God of War is…

[Casper crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes before grabbing the handle of her suitcase and continuing towards the baggage claim.]

Casper: Oh yes, have no concerns over my health or anything, just piss and moan over your reputation in a company and country that you have no desire to ever return to ever again! You certainly have a way of sweeping a girl off of her feet, Mr. McKaye.

[She didn’t get much further than five feet before Henry spun her around by her shoulder and grabbed her by her arms. He wasn’t in the mood for her cute little games and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for her implying that he wanted her to come to the States for “unprofessional” reasons. Henry glared down at Casper, his tattoo serving as an intimidation device that she was partly to blame for. ]

Henry McKaye: The only way I’d sweep you off your feet would be if I was hitting you with a STO. You know exactly why I requested you to come here and join ACW, and it wasn’t for physical desires. In fact, if I didn’t think I would need you, I would send you back to Germany right now and let Kroenen deal with you as he saw fit… but not before I showed you how a real Contrecoup was performed. Now, did you bring the items that I told you to bring?

[The playfulness of Casper’s eyes and voice made a quick exit as she coldly looked up at him. Henry noticed a small twitch beside her left nostril as she was doing her damnedest to fight back a condescending sneer.]

Casper: Yes.

[Satisfied with her answer, Henry let go of her arms and directed her to keep moving forward to the baggage claim. Henry, keeping his distance from behind, folded his arms behind his back as he walked in a steady cadence.]

Henry McKaye: Good… and, Casper? I am a much more disciplined boss than Kroenen. I will not put up with any of your foolish games or deception. The second I even so much as think that you’re trying to play tricks on me; I will make your little send-off from WXW look tame in comparison to what I do to you.

Casper: I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mister McKaye.

[Henry couldn’t see it, but a venomous smile stretched across Casper’s face. Just like old times. ]

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Fight me (Credit: Jason Freeman and Mr. Red)

Jason Freeman storms down the hallway of the ACW arena, and most know better than to get in his way. Obviously in a horrible mood, he has promised to take out his feelings on Dan White tonight in their I Quit match. The backstage workers at ACW want to make sure that Dan White is the only man that Freeman lets his emotions out on, and so they don’t make eye contact, and continue what they’re doing, managing to make their avoidance unobvious so as not to provoke his wrath and trying not to think about the lead pipe that Freeman holds in hand. Freeman, still fuming, turns a corner, and…THUD.

Freeman walks right into somebody, who obviously hadn’t gotten the message to avoid him. Freeman glares at the offending party, and as the camera zooms out…that person is none other than…Mr. Red…

Red looks up, surprised. He obviously didn’t see Freeman coming, and he holds his hands up, not wanting any argument tonight.

Mr. Red: Oh, sorry…

And he steps to the side, allowing Freeman to pass. But evidently, this was not enough for Freeman, because he does not indeed go on his way, but instead turns towards Red, and advances on him angrily.

Freeman: You’re SORRY?!

Red, getting a little annoyed himself now, does not back down at all as Freeman walks towards him. He answers him, still trying to salvage the situation, but making it clear that if Freeman pursues this Red will not allow himself to be talked down to.

Mr. Red: Yeah, I bumped into you by accident, and I said I’m sorry. Now that that’s over with, you can just get going and worry about your I Quit match or whatever you seem to be so angry about.

That did it. What Freeman DID expect Red to do is unknown, but what he didn’t expect him to do was to talk down to him, which in his mind…Red was doing, although it most likely was not intentional. Freeman laughs, but it’s not a friendly laugh, or even an evil laugh, it’s more of a…slightly crazy laugh.

Freeman: You’re sorry…you’re sorry?! You know what, Red? Do you know what happened to me at Winter’s Discontent? Were you watching? Did you see the match? Did you see how once again I was robbed of an International Championship shot? Oh, and tonight! I dont even get a chance to win the championship whether or not I beat Dan!Do you find that funny, Red? Because a lot of people seem to. I think the management seems to. They obviously don’t realize the mega star standing in front of them and it’s beginning to get a little annoying. Do you know what, Mr. Red? What I DON'T need tonight is some pathetic, worthless, curtain-jerker like YOU, to come up to me and talk to me like you are talking to me right now. You’re lucky that I am not taking my aggression out on you, and if I wasn’t so set on making Dan White suffer tonight, I would. Now why don’t you run along before you meet this pipe.

Freeman holds up the pipe he is still holding in his left hand, and then points down the hallway, indicating for Red to get up and go. For Red to go and retreat, but now…Red is not just annoyed, he’s enraged.

Mr. Red: What did you just call me? Did you just call me a curtain-jerker?!!

Red gets up in Freeman’s face, and Freeman shoves him

Freeman: Yeah I did, now get OUT of here!

Red comes right back at Freeman, and shoves him back.

Mr. Red: WELL THEN HOW ABOUT YOU WRESTLE ME!

Freeman: WHAT’S THAT?!

Mr. Red: CMON! WRESTLE ME! I WANT YOU IN THE RING! IF YOU CAN’T DO IT TONIGHT…THEN MONDAY! ON WARFARE, HOW ABOUT JASON FREEMAN VS MR. RED ONE-ON-ONE!

The fans pop at this suggestion, but Freeman looks at Red incredulously. He begins to laugh, and as he does so, the dangerous anger that had built up seems to leave him momentarily, which may have be a good thing, as this situation was going south fast. He shakes his head at Red, as if in disbelief at what he’s hearing.

Freeman: You think I’m going to set my standards that low, and fight you in the ring? No, Red. The problem is that I apparently have not been able to prove myself worthy enough of that International Championship somehow, and I’m going to be looking for a way to do it. Facing a man like…you…won’t help my cause at all. No, I want to look credible, and I’m not stepping down and gracing you with the ability to wrestle me.

And Freeman turns, and begins to walk down the hallway, this "ridiculous" suggestion by Red causing him to forget the reason they had been arguing in the first place…and the camera gets one last look at the face of Red. It is grim and serious, and while he doesn't do anything at the moment to advance the situation, Freeman's words have clearly affected him. Something in his face however, says that Mr. Red is not about to take this sitting down. For the moment however, this encounter is over...

Fade out.
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Title: Bigger Problems.
Credit: A.C. Evans

Quickly, we fade up to the scene of an abandoned, run-down, shithole of an apartment. Broken glass, old wood, dirt, and water puddles fill the apartment building. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a few homeless bums crashing in some part of this place. Suddenly, Evans and his new follower Lynch enter the picture. Lynch is wearing a black muscle shirt and torn up jeans and Evans is decked out in some type of black coat with his wrestling gear under it. Odd attire, indeed. Lynch is bleeding from the lip for some reason. Wait a second, that's not blood. It seems to be that liquid that Evans gave him during "that show" a few days back. Evans runs his hands through his hair and seems to be rather angry at Lynch and their current situation.

A.C. EVANS: How could this have happened! Everything was set up perfectly. But it's blown to shit now! IT'S ALL BLOWN TO SHIT! IT MEANS...nothing now. Tonight was supposed to be a night of...revenge. Tonight was supposed to be a chance for you and I to extract revenge on that piece of shit, Hughes. But no. NO! What did he do? HE ACCEPTED MY CHALLENGE! HE LOOKED ME DEAD IN THE EYE..and accepted my challenge. He looked me dead in the eye..and lied to me. AND NOW...HE WILL FUCKING PAY.[/color]

JEREMIAH LYNCH: What's wrong? So we wait a few more days and then we destroy Hughes. This way, Hughes has a few more days to wallow in his pain. The mental anguish that he knows awaits him. And let's not forget the physical pain we will cause him. We will purify him... [/color]

A.C. EVANS: No.. He does not deserve to be purified. He dared to call me unclean. He dared to insinuate that I am not perfect. But it is my duty to cleanse the souls of the ACW and of the world. Tonight, Hughes will regret taking that match with Randy Dallas Kanyon, for he must wait longer to cleanse his soul. He continues to contribute to the filth of the world and come Warfare, I will get my hands on him, one way or another. He doesn't realize what awaits him. He doesn't realize the PAIN that awaits him. He doesn't realize the ANGUISH that awaits him. He doesn't realize...the...purification that awaits him. But tonight, Jeremiah, tonight - Josh Robertson.[/color]

JEREMIAH LYNCH: What of him? [/color]

A.C. EVANS: Tonight, I do battle with him. I don't know much of him aside from the fact that he claims to be some type of rookie sensation. Josh Robertson, you've found yourself in quite the precarious situation, haven't you? You didn't want this match, I know that. In fact, I'm the most feared man in the ACW at this moment. You never wanted this match. You were forced into this match. You see, after I destroy and humiliate you tonight, you can thank Jonny Hughes. You can run to his locker room and thank him for making you look like a complete fool. Because what I planned on doing to Hughes..will be done to you. Every ounce of blood that spills over will be for nothing, Robertson. Thank Hughes for ruining your career - nay - your life. But tonight, I won't do one thing for you. Tonight...I won't cleanse your soul, because you come under false pretenses. [/color]

Evans looks around the apartment and peers through the window where he can clearly see the ACW arena. He sniffs the air and continues to speak.

A.C. EVANS: You see, I've heard all about you, Robertson. I've heard about you and how you plan on purifying ACW. I've heard about your little plans to purify ACW. I know all about it...[/color]

Evans peers at the arena as Lynch paces around the apartment like a madman.

A.C. EVANS: And for this, I feel no remorse in hurting you. BECAUSE I..AM THE ONLY ONE..WHO CAN OFFER... PURIFICATION. I am the only person who can save. I am the only person who cleanse this world. NOT YOU. YOU will suffer for attempting to fool this world. You offer nothing but false promises. You claim that you are here to purify the ACW; but..how? You've done nothing as of yet. If it wasn't for a few lucky wins, you'd be 0-4. Robertson, tonight, I make you pay for fooling my followers. The millions of sinners in the world who want to be saved, but simply don't know where to turn have been lied to by you. YOU have tried to lie to my followers. You will suffer the consequences. You will regret the day you attempted to cleanse the ACW. Tonight, I cleanse the ACW..of you. Be thankful that's all I do. [/color]

Evans turns around and disappears. Lynch continues to pace around muttering something to himself.

JEREMIAH LYNCH: Salvation through bleeding. Salvation through pain. Salvation through sacrifice. [/color]

Evans returns and is holding a chalice once more. It's black and filled with some liquid. Lynch closes his eyes and begins to chant something in what sounds like Latin. Evans grins and begins to speak.

A.C. EVANS: Robertson, enjoy your last minutes alive. Your time is slowly dwindling. Your time is drawing near. True purification is near. Brace yourself, for this is only the beginning...Tonight, through your bleeding, you become pure. You become..one of us.[/color]

The two begin to chant in some type of disturbing Latin chant. Evans and Lynch close their eyes as they slowly sip from the chalice. We fade to the outside of the apartment. In the distance, the ACW Arena is lit up for tonight. From the outside of the apartment, we can continue to hear chanting until suddenly it stops. The calm before the storm, apparently. The silence is broken..

AHHHHHHH

End scene.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Breaking The Assassins Concentration

(Credit: Scott/??)

It is the start of another year in ACW. Some will fall from grace while others ascend the ladder of glory; some will bleed, and some will be forever changed by events, but no matter how you look at it, this year promises to bring great things.

As the show comes back from commercial break, we see the cameras focus in on the arena, in particular, the fans. They wave their signs wildly, desperate for some camera attention. The familiar voices of Max and Eddie fill the ear drums of all those watching.

McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Thursday Night Meltdown!

With impeccable timing, “Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins playing as the lights flash red and white. Scott Andrews bursts onto the entrance ramp right on cue as the pyros blast from the stage up into the air.

McNally: It’s Scott Andrews! Wonder what he’s out here for?

Scott has his usual backstage casual attire on as he makes his way to the ring. He reaches the steps and looks into the crowd, who rapturously applaud and cheer on their hero. Once in the ring, Scott goes to the furthest turnbuckle, climbs it, then flings both arms in the air, only to garner an even louder ovation. He gets down and climbs the diagonally opposite corner post and gets the same reaction. Scott then hops down and grabs a microphone from Phillip.

Scott: Ladies and jackasses...HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The crowd clap and cheer as the Scarlet Assassin addresses them in good holiday spirit.

Scott: Now, why am I out here? Simply put, I wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year, but I also wanted to make sure each and every one of you fans know what to expect from Scott Andrews this year.

Scott pauses for a moment while he reaches into his jeans pocket to pull out some note paper. He un-crinkles it and tries his best to make it readable.

Scott: Ok, here we go: first off, I promise broken body’s left in my wake. Secondly, I promise bloodshed. And last but not least, I promise to kick the teeth off of anyone who tries to mess with me!

The fans applaud the idea of a Scott Andrews beat down.

Scott: Y’see I feel like after Hell In A Cell I was determined to get myself back into focus and re-evaluate where my career was going. I figured, ‘hey, why not actually put my words into action instead of sitting on my ass and waiting for things to happen?’ - - -

Scott is cut off by the holy yet morbid tunes of “Dies Irae” as none other than Henry McKaye walks through the curtains, boos hurled at him by the tonne. He doesn’t show any bother as he keeps a stern look on his face whilst standing on the ramp. Scott leans on the ropes and gives him a sour look for the interruption.

Scott: What the hell are you doing here?! Did I ask you to come out and interrupt me in the middle of my speech? God damn right I didn’t!

McKaye: I don’t need your permission to do anything, Scott. I am capable of doing whatever I want, whenever I want, and right now I want to address you, you snivelling scum...

The crowd boo McKaye extremely loud to the point where he must wait for it to die down before even thinking about talking again.

McKaye: This all began when OCW and ACW began their battle for supremacy; back when things were good for me. We were destroying our opponents; creating retribution for them even thinking they could match our talent...and then along came Scott Andrews...

The crowd cheer as Scott smiles his cheeky smile.

McKaye: We had big plans that would have followed through had you and those others not meddled in our business. And now it is my turn to get some revenge.

Scott:[/b] You wanna fight, McKaye?! Come down here and I’ll make you my bitch!

The crowd love the anger in the voice of Scott and blast a loud pop as he begins taking his shirt off.

McKaye: There’ll be plenty of time for violence later, Scott, but for now, I only wish to let you know that your actions have not strayed from my memory, and I will get my reprisal.

The crowd boo as Scott lowers his guard, as it is obvious the God of War doesn’t want a piece of the Scarlet Assassin quite yet. “Dies Irae” plays again as we see McKaye leave the ramp and Scott pace the ropes back and forth.

The Assassin is ready for the New Year, and it looks like destroying McKaye might be his resolution...

Fade Out.

(Other credit goes to McKaye)

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: It's Not Over Yet! (Credit: New Road Steelers/Double Penetration)

ACW returns from a commercial break and we see Chairman Gingerdude standing in the center of the ring wearing a pretty baller looking suit. In front of him are two small stands with sheets covering something on top of them. Gingerdude is holding a microphone and moves it up to his mouth, the crowd quiets down.

Gingerdude: Well, 2008 was quite the interesting year. We saw many shocking moments and many interesting things happen over those 12 months. Including the tag team titles being brought back. And to start this new year, ACW is proud to present brand new tag team championship belts!

The crowd cheers loudly and get excited to see the titles.

Gingerdude: So ladies and gentlemen, the current tag team champions, Thunder Train and XS3, THE NEW ROAD STEELERS!

"Colony" by In Flames plays and the tag team champions walk out to a surprisingly larger than normal pop. They make their way down to the ring slapping the hands of a few of the fans on the way down. They get into the ring and they both shake Gingerdude's hands. XS3 takes the microphone from Gingerdude.

XS3: Thank you, Mr. Gingerdude. Looking back thus far, I have to admit I wasn't quite sure how Train and I's tag title reign would turn out to be. But as such, we're almost into our second month as champs and I have to say, though the tag division is a bit small right now, I have full confidence that we could make great tag team champions at the end of the day. And with the new belts, we will go forth in our reign as the champions.

Train takes the microphone next.

Train: The Train is ALWAYS hungry for gold! I would like to take a moment to talk about Winter's Discontent, where we defended our titles against D Penetration X, and retained! I mean Gingerdude, you should just retire the belts again! I don't believe anyone can dethrone us! We will probably beat Flower Power's record at this rate!

Gingerdude: I think you are getting ahead of yourself there Train. Sure, you guys were able to retain, but just barely. Now, gentlemen, it's my honor to give you both, these brand new tag team championship belts!

The crowd “Oohs” and “Ahhs”at the titles. Train begins to cry some and XS3 smirks. However, they can't celebrate for long as “God of Thunder” by Iced Earth blares over the arena's speakers. The Kiss Army is in full effect and they also get a massive pop. Out walks Thunderkiss and FSX, much to the dissatisfaction of the Road Steelers inside the ring. Even Gingerdude looks a little upset that he is interrupting this ceremony. They make there way down to the ring, never looking off of the Road Steelers. They enter the ring and look at the new tag belts. Both of them even touch the belts a bit. Thunderkiss grabs a microphone and begins speaking.

Thunderkiss: Well, well, what do we have hear? Looks like we have a couple of crackerjack’s celebrating over the fact that they never beat the number one contenders! It’s a shame those pretty titles have to be wasted on two punks who couldn’t even lace our damn boots!

FSX: Uh...I'm pretty sure what Kiss is trying to say is that we are here for a rematch, and we want it now! You never beat us, so it's not over.

Train: Whoa, calm down now. We already proved that we can retain the belts when we fight you. There's nothing left to prove. It was a good match, and we all gave it our all, but I think it's time someone else got the shot.

XS3: Train speaks the truth. Besides, after all of the shit you've been pulling this past year, CRACKERJACK, I'm going to do everything I can to forget you even breathe.

The New Road Steelers grab their belts and turn around.

Thunderkiss: Wow. Some champs we have here. Go, go and tuck those tag titles between your legs and show the world that you are who we have been saying all along - COWARDS!

They both stop and turn around. They get closer to D Penetration X then before. Looks like their about to break it down.

XS3 and Train: Nobody calls us chicken!

XS3: If you're all you claim to be, then please by all means, tell us why couldn't you beat us the first time? You are both former world champions, you're both legends in your own right. How the hell can one who damn near ended the winning streak of Yoko Satoshi and another who beat my ass in the Ultimate X match not be able to put us away? I'll tell you why... BECAUSE YOU BOTH SUCK, THAT'S WHY!

FSX: Wait, does that even make sense? Are you saying that since we've accomplished more then you and that I've beat you before that we don't deserve to face you again? That we're not good enough to fight you? More so, if we suck then why couldn't you guys beat us? I mean, your talking like we fail at being legends because we failed to get the win, but at the same time as if you guys claim a victory by just not losing. Not good enough to go through with an actual rematch?! If things are the way you say, what do you have to fear?

The situation starts to get dangerous. All four of them look as if they are about to begin brawling. THERES NO LOVE LOSS BETWEEN THESE MEN! Gingerdude backs up to the ropes a bit then looks up the ramp. He waves his arm and right away security comes down. They widen the DMZ between the two teams, but they all continue to stare down the ring.

Gingerdude: Enough of this! Now, D Penetration X, I'll give you that you do deserve a rematch because of the circumstances, but XS3 has a point, I want the tag division to be exciting and fresh!

FSX: Why does everyone keep calling us that?!

Thunderkiss: Oh go blow it out your ass, Ginger. I am not going to stand here and let you fuck us out of our well deserved rematch.

Gingerdude: Now, now. I didn't say you weren’t getting a rematch, Thunderkiss. I just need to think on this and examine my options before I come to any conclusions.

Thunderkiss: Yeah, you do that. Prick.

Gingerdude: You'll have your answer Monday, now calm down or I'll be forced to have you arrested.

Thunderkiss just shakes his head and turns around. Him and FSX leave the ring, followed by some of the security guards. The New Road Steelers hold up their belts to some cheers from the crowd and follow up the ramp, also followed by security. Gingerdude let's out a big sigh and facepalms as we fade out.

Fade to black.

[Jonny Spade]

”My Name is Dan (Off the Air)”
Credit: Danny Mainer

At the Scumbucket motel Danny Mainer was lying on his bed watching My Name Is Earl as he did on most of his nights off. He was a bit of a scrub like that. With Juliana curled up in his arms, they watched the wacky antics of the plucky Earl Hickey and how karma changed as he made a positive impact on the people around him. The episode where Earl steals beer from a golfer, it’s when Earl is pencilling out his name on the list that a major brainwave storms through Danny.

Danny Mainer: ”Holy crap, Julie I’ve just had a way good idea. Get me some pen and paper!”

Juliana scoots to find the necessary goods while Danny continues watching his show, his brain alive and on fire with a fantastic idea. Juliana hands him the required goods and he begins to scribble something down. After about a minute of this he shows the list to Juliana.

Danny Mainer: ”I assume you’re wondering what the Hell this is right?”

Juliana Lopez: ”Thunderkiss… ruined my life. Dimitri Rubrev… stole my girlfriend… Chairman Gingerdude… rehired that boob Thunderkiss. James Murphy… injured me. This is a vendetta list! Are you crazy honey?”

Danny Mainer: ”Hell no. This is a list of EVERY MAN AND WOMAN that has wronged me in life. I’m going to make sure that I scratch them off this list with absolute MAXIMUM effect. Speaking of which, pass me the paper.”

She sheepishly hands over the paper and where it says James Murphy, he scrawls over it and writes underneath it “Threw him out of a second floor window.”

Danny Mainer: ”Now I know you get pissed off when I say this but your English isn’t fantastic por favor so lemme read this one out.

The List:
01: James Murphy (Injured me) (injured me)
Threw him out of a second floor window. Fucking hilarious.
02: Thunderkiss (Ruined my life)
03: Dimitri Rubrev (stole my woman)
04: Rena Matheson (Beat me in my first ACW match)
05: John Beanshaw Wrathfield (slagged my promotion, LVPW)
06: Harry Jackson (dropped the LVPW world title and left my company before the war with GWF started)
07: Jake Steele (left me at the first sign of trouble in Maine Event)
08: Fallen Souls (tags with TK, got a push after I beat him for his International Title)
09: Jon Taylor (took my International Title)
10: Chairman Gingerdude (rehired Thunderkiss)
Beat his boy Hunter and then took the TK match contract.
11: XS3 (put me through a glass window)
12: Mei-Feng Vanconnant (refused to hand back the casino after I came back to her)
13: Bryan Daniels (Where do I start?)
14: Silencio (cost me my International Title)
Beat him bloody with a guitar.

Danny Mainer: ”What do you think?”

Juliana Lopez: ”I think you’re loco but in the good way like Evil Knevil. If you can scratch everyone off of that list you can make your rise to The Maine Event with no history to try and put away. You can take all those names down a peg and in the mean time launch your career to superstardom. I think it’s a GREAT idea!”

Danny Mainer: ”I knew you’d love it!”

Julian Lopez: ”I love it when you’re all angry and scary.

Danny Mainer: ”Does it make you hot?!”

She shakes her hair and bares her teeth at Danny. He growls like a tiger.

Juliana Lopez: ”You know it does.”

Danny Mainer: ”Well why don’t you stop smiling at me, come over here and put that mouth to use. The Butcher has some meat for you to taste!”

Juliana Lopez: ”Freshly cut?”

Danny mid-way through pulling his t-rhirt off stops and pulls a face.

Danny Mainer: ”Do I look like Jason Freeman? Of COURSE I’m uncut! Come on. World’s Wildest Police Chases is on in half an hour. I can’t miss Sergeant John Burnell!”

She giggles and crawls over to him as the list is thrown to one side and the screen turns to black. Mainer upon his return to ACW Island has a list to complete… but who will receive the first redemption and when… WHEN?!

FADE

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Don’t You Start This Stuff Ginger!
Credit: Jake Steele

Well, that’s over. In the first match of 2009, the former International Champion Jake Steele silenced yet another rival of his. This time, that rival being Alex Richmond. Throughout the entire month of November, Richmond tried to “expose” Steele, calling him a fluke and a joke of a wrestler, but judging by the man actually standing after the opening contest… I think those claims were falsely made. Anywhoo, as the scene slowly fades in we see Steele still in his ring attire walking down the hallway on his way to some magical place on ACW Island… or just Gingerdude’s office. Steele doesn’t waste time knocking as he “politely” barges in with a sudden smile on his face, and a “oh lord help me” look on Ginger’s.

Steele - Ginga! How was ya New Year’s brah?[/color]

Gingerdude: I visited Italy with my mate and --

Steele - Word. Anyway man, I know for a fact dat you just saw what I did to Richie Rich out there, right?[/color]

Gingerdude: Actually, I did.

Steele - I started da new year off with a bang! Well, not really, cause Richmond is garbage, but still, I won.[/color]

Gingerdude: ….and?

Steele - Da point is dat I should be out there facin’ Dan White tonight! For -MY- International Title. I was never pinned in da Hell in a Cell Ginga’, so therefo’ due to da bylaws section 808’s and Heartbreak, you should stop bein’ so Heartless and let me Love Lockdown a rematch. You dig?[/color]

Gingerdude: Did you just use Kanye West to get a rematch against Dan?

Steele - Uh… yes.[/color]

Gingerdude: Well it didn’t work! Look, Steele, I know that technically you were never pinned, but you did in fact lose the title. That’s just the rules and I can’t change that. And as far as the rematch goes, I can’t just hand you one. Seeing as you were too cocky to sign the rematch clause in your contract.

Steele starts thinking about whether he really forgot to sign the contract and the scene clouds out into a flashback.

Steele is seen in the VIP section of a nightclub with the contract on the table in front of him. He has the pen in his hand, but he is clearly drunk and distracted by two groupies kissing on his neck. A man in a suit stands in front of him with his arms placed down by his sides, seemingly awaiting for Steele to sign. Steele flips the contract paper back and reads for no less than two seconds before throwing the contract at the man.

Steele - Iunnoneed to sign no contract nugga! I’m Jack-Jake Steele biatch, I don’t need no damn rematch clause… rematch dese nuts in ya mouth! Hoe![/color]

ACW Suit: Very well then… prick

The suit walks away and Steele starts laughing like Rick James before he passes out on the VIP couch. The scene then clouds back to Ginger’s office.[/center]

Steele - Okay maybe I did goddamnit, but dat don’t mean nothin’ right now. I’m sayin… you know damn well dat you can’t stand Dan White. I can’t stand da pussy neither, so let’s compromise. I get my rematch, get my title back and ACW will have a non drunk… while in the ring… and credible champion again.[/color]

Gingerdude: …As “lovely” as that sounds. I can’t. Simply you would have to earn it, seeing as how the last time you just went and decided to say you deserved a shot, it led to Yoko Satoshi suing us!

Steele - DAT’S SOME BULLSHIT GINGA’, YOU KNOW DAT’S ALL A BUNCH OF ANCIENT CHINESE BULLSHIT![/COLOR]

Gingerdude: YOKO IS JAPANESE!

Steele - …She is?[/color]

Gingerdude: Yes…

Steele - Whateva, who cares man. What I’m sayin’ is dat I want my rematch.[/color]

Gingerdude: You know what, you got it… but on one condition.

Steele - Da fuck? What condition?[/color]

Gingerdude: …Beat RDK in a No. 1 Contenders match next week on Warfare. Winner faces Dan White on that following Meltdown.

Steele - HAHA. RDK? Seriously though? … I’mma be champ by the end of the week.[/color]

And on that note, the ever so cocky Steele has gotten what he wants. But the question remains, despite his cockiness can he defeat RDK next week? And if he does, can he really defeat the man that he never has beaten in a one on one match, Dan White? The world may never know…well at least not until Monday.

[Fade][/b]