Monday Night Warfare 12th January 2009

[Jake Steele]

Welcome to the special Jake Steele edition of Warfare!

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The Grim Goblin vs Pablo Lopez(NPC)
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Thunder Train vs. Josh Robertson
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Henry McKaye vs. Will Slaughter
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Jake Steele vs. The Macho Man RDK - International Title No. 1 Contender's
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Danny Mainer vs. Scott Andrews
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Dan White and XS3 vs. Double Penetration
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OOC: First off, for those who were in chat earlier I just want to say I am extremely sorry for the show being up so late. Believe me, I'm equally as pissed. I had to do something which really could have waited (but I was told that it was urgent) and unfortunately now the show is a hour and a half late. But that's then and this is now! Prepare for Warfare.

[Jake Steele]

Opening Segment: Another One Bites The Dust
Credit: Jake Cheng and Josh Robertson

To start the show, ‘Crisis’ by Alexisonfire plays and Jake Cheng appears on the ramp. The crowd cheers for the former ACW Heavyweight Champion as he walks down to the ring wearing a black ACW hoodie and dark blue jeans. It’s a rare occasion when an ACW superstar comes down to the ring in street clothes and tonight is a rare night.

Jake Cheng: Good evening ACW! You ready for a great show tonight!?

Cheers and a general smattering of applause.

Jake Cheng: That’s good to hear because there is plenty more to come. But I have obviously come out here for a reason other than to give you this news. You know every since OCW attempt to the rise of power, I have not been myself. And then my long time girlfriend Kirsten Carter left me. Then came Winter Discontent, leaving me best friendsless here at ACW. But getting more to the point…

The crowd is silent as Jake swallows and prepares for an announcement that only a few of you saw coming….and that’s only because I told you.

Jake Cheng: I debuted at the first ACW show, the first Seven Deadly Sins, after corporate was forced to change their name. I mean, who has ever heard of the Girls For W Company W? Anyway, my point is, I have been here since the beginning. Out of the people who wrestled at that show, two are still in this company. I have been here a long time, wrestled in this ring countless times. I am tied with BK London for the superstar who has held championship here. I was the second superstar to become a Grand Slam Champion. And in addition to winning those four titles, I also won the now-retired ACW Light Heavyweight Title…..four times. The last of those reigns was the longest Light Heavyweight reign in ACW history. And now, at Ragnarok 2009, Jake Cheng, The Asian Extraordinaire, The Chinese Phenom, The Quadrinity, will wrestle his last match.

The crowd collectively gasps. The haters cheer, the marks cry and there’s probably gonna be a gif of a kid with a shocked expression and a look of terror on his face at this news. After a pause to let the crowd calm back down, Jake starts talking again.

Jake Cheng: It is time for my career to also come to an end. But I have one last treat for all of you. Every show until Ragnarok, I was wrestle an opponent from my past. Unfortunately in this ‘Flashback Series’ I could not get any retired superstars to come back, so your stuck with the low lives who are still in ACW. I will show all of you that I am still one of the best superstars you have ever seen. And then at Ragnarok I will face…

?: Me.

The crowd all shift their attention to the ramp and begin to boo when they see Josh Robertson and Bill Wright, looking as cocky and smug as ever. The pair both have microphones in their hands and slowly make their way down the ramp before reaching the bottom and looking into the ring at Cheng. Robertson lifts his microphone to speak.

Josh Robertson: Yes that's right everybody, despite his best attempts to avoid it, at Ragnarok on January 31st Jake Cheng's final opponent in an ACW ring will be yours truly.

Robertson pauses as Cheng doesn't seem quite sure what to make of the appearance of Robertson and Wright yet.

Josh Robertson: Sure, you may not have exactly agreed to it yet, but compared to the other choices on offer what other decision can you make? I mean, come on - Danny Mainer? Jake Steele? These are the type of people who even give you a run for your money in the foul play stakes, Jake. Now, over the past month we have had our run-ins, and with what happened at Winter's Discontent I think it would be fair to say things didn't exactly end the way either of us expected, but let me ask you this; with the achievements you just listed, do you really want to be remembered as going out losi-- in a "match" with someone like that? Do you really want to end your career in a match that no one really cares about...or do you want it to be one that people do?

Robertson's speech comes to an end as Cheng quietly takes it all in as a small smirk appears on his face.

Jake Cheng: And you really think watching me kick your ass yet again is going to make them care anymore?

Josh Robertson: Funny man. No, what these people supposedly care about; no what you supposedly care about is wrestling in this ring. Or used, that is. A question you need to ask yourself Jake is, do you want your final match to be a wrestling masterpiece that people will remember for years to come, or do you want it to be one final payday? If it's the former, then you already know that I'm that guy to finish that masterpiece.

As Robertson finishes he smiles slightly as he looks up and awaits a response from Cheng.

Jake Cheng: Listen Josh, I know you have this all planned out, but there is one fatal flaw in your plan….I will not wrestle you at Ragnarok. I mean, the two ass whoopings I gave you last month weren’t enough? Sorry but I’m looking for someone a little more qualified. Maybe next time…oh wait, there won’t be. Oh well.

”Crisis” plays once again and Jake throws his arms in the air. The crowd cheers again as the Chinese Phenom starts posing on turnbuckles. Josh Robertson just stares at the man who gave him his first loss. Bill Wright eventually grabs his arm and the two go backstage, leaving Jake to take the spotlight….for now.

Fade Out

[Jake Steele]

Segment: The Horrifying Truth (Credit: Zero/Richmond)

With Craig Lewis now officially in charge and with Ginger off on vacation, the atmosphere has slightly changed here on the Island in which ACW inhabits, but that doesn't stop this show from going on here tonight. Opening up backstage, we find our Heavyweight Champion standing in front of a blackened sheet dropped down behind him. Wearing some very casual clothes, the Champion looks to address the situation that happened this past Thursday on Meltdown.

Zero: Hello.

Immediately as the picture appears on the Alphatron, the lively crowd begins to boo the man that they once used to adore.

Zero: It's good to see you people are once again finally treating me the way you've always wanted to! But whether you listened to what I had to say last Thursday or not, the fact that Senator Steve Philips is a washed up hag remains the same!

The crowd boos and clearly he hits a soft spot as he rags on the crowd favorite.

Zero: I didn't do what I did to Senator based on the drop of a dime! I wasn't standing in that ring one second thinking he was a stand-up guy and the next suddenly having the urge to bust his head open! No! I've been waiting for that moment for a long time now! For months!

He stops, rolling tongue over his lips quickly.

Zero: Y'see ever since Senator and I joined forces, I've had the image running in my head! I've re-watched the scene transpire time and time again in my mind! And now that the time came for it to happen, I didn't hesitate a bit because I knew if I did, the entire gig was up! All that I had worked for, and everything that I planned to make sure the moment went right would have been shot down. Fact is, Senator was the man that I needed to help take down OCW, and once that task was complete, I had completely no use for him!

He stops and lightly laughs under his breath.

Zero: But there's another thing that you all seemed to misunderstand. I didn't hate OCW. No. No - in fact, I was jealous. Jealous of the idea behind it! See OCW wasn't an evil that needed to be taken out - OCW was a genius idea! Assume all the power you can, and use it to your advantage until you call the shots! See, that idea worked for me. I like the idea of being the top man with all the control underneath you! But what I didn't like was the fact that Stephan Russo asked me to join along. No.. -- See, that didn't cut it for me. If I joined OCW, where would that get me? Eventually I'd get stuck at a point where I could never challenge BK London for the World Title and Russo where shove me out the door once he got sick of my attitude! So instead of joining it, I decided to take it out! Now with OCW gone and the World Heavyweight Title in my possession, it's time for Jay Zero to do what OCW never did, and that's truly rule this company! So whether you like me or not, tough! What I did to The Senator last Thursday was only the beginning... I run this company now, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure it stays that way! Even if that means I have to play a little dirty! So now that what I've planned has been done - what happens next? Hm? Where's your little Senator now?

The shot cuts out to where we now see Alex Richmond watching on a screen backstage. The look on his face is one that truly shows anger. Being abandoned by Jay Zero, he's feeling angry...

Zero: I'll tell you where - he's off somewhere icing his poor little head, wondering just how in the World this poor little accident could have been avoided. Well Senator - no need to rack your feeble brain anymore. There is no way this could have been avoided. It's time for change Senator and change is certainly good - because for the first time in ACW's history, we will finally see the TRUE death - of the Senatorial Stable!

The crowd boos and Richmond continues to stare at the screen, breathing heavily and looking irate. Shaking his head, it seems as if he's not going to allow this abuse any longer. As the scene fades out, we can only wonder - What is Alex Richmond and The Senator going to do about these attacks on their stable?

The scene fades out.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: This isn't going to bode well, is it? (Credit: Dan/XS3)

The camera opens up with the temporary chairman, Craig Lewis, seated with two shadows bearing over himself. And before Craig is even able to open his mouth, one of the two standing over him speaks his mind.

??: Listen, junior. I have no idea what the hell you're doing in that chair, but you have no right ordering me to this room.

The voice is easily recognizable as Dan White, who despite having lost on Meltdown last Thursday to Jason Freeman, looks in alright shape. And after all, he'd have to. Being International Champion, he has to keep at his best at all times. The camera pans out to see the other man in the room, and there's a loud pop for XS3.

XS3: Yeah, I don't know why I'm in here. You think you can shed some light as to why I'm in the same room with a guy who hates my guts despite my good intentions?

Craig pulls open a draw and removes an envelope.

Craig: Gentlemen, I have a letter from Chairman Gingerdude, who as you know is away for the next couple of months -

Dan: -Thank god -

Craig grimaces at Dan

Craig: - Like I was saying, Gingerdude is away for the next couple of months, but he left me this envelope, regarding you two.

He holds up the envelop at the two of them for a few moments. The room is completely silent, with Dan and XS3 uncomfortably looking at each other.

XS3: Well? Open it already.

Dan: Yeah man, Jesus Christ.

Craig: Oh, yes! Of course!

He takes the letter out of the envelope, and begins to read out the letter.

Craig,

Upon noticing Dan and XS3's little altercation last Thursday night, I couldn't help but wonder that the duo should be put in a match for Monday's show. However, this won't be a singles match between the two, as I have booked them in a tag team match against Fallen Souls and Thunderkiss, also known as Double Penetration.

~Chairman Gingerdude

There's a pop for the match announcement, but the International Champion looks less than amused.

Dan: Bollocks to that! I had a ton resting on my shoulders last Thursday! How can I be expected to fight in another main event tonight?

XS3 responds jokingly.

XS3: Well in that case, Danny Boy, you can go hang out on the apron and drink some Irn Bru while I go to hell and back once again with my greatest enemy, Thunderkiss. And... I guess... FSX too if he wants to get thrown over the ropes or whatever.

Dan doesn't respond lightly, but with a more soft-spoken tone.

Dan: Oh, so big boy thinks he can take on two former world champions by himself? Be my guest, I'm out of here.

He goes to leave the room, but Craig shouts out at him. Dan pauses in his steps, standing with his back to the two of them.

Craig: Dan, you WILL be in that match tonight, whether you like it or not.

Dan: Yeah, whatever.

He shakes his head in disgust as he leaves the room, with XS3 shaking his head at both him and Lewis.

Fade out.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Cue crazy old man
Credit: Josh Robertson

Following Jake Cheng's announcement at ringside that he would be retiring at Ragnarok and the subsequent encounter that would unfold between him and the pair of Robertson and Wright once more, the camera fades in to one of the hallways of the backstage area. Robertson and Wright can be seen walking side by side, neither looking particularly positive after Cheng just denied Robertson the chance to be his final opponent.

Bill Wright: Well that approach sure worked, didn't it? Where did you think all that sucking up was going to get you?

Robertson takes a moment or two respond, clearly not in a hurry to justify himself.

Josh Robertson: You know what? I actually came here to wrestle, and all I have done since I have got here is do the exact opposite. I figured someone like Cheng has to have come here for the same reason, even if it was years and years ago. It's not exactly too big a stretch of the imagination to entertain that thought. Besides, what would of you done differently?

Bill Wright: For one, I wouldn't have tried to fill that man's ego any further like you just did. And two--

Unfortunately for Wright it seems Robertson doesn't seem to care.

Josh Robertson: Well, you know what? Good for you. Unfortunately, there's nothing else we can do to change it right now, so there's no point discussing it any further. I'm going to get some refreshments, I'll see you in a bit.

Bill Wright: Fine.

The pair continue through the hallway until they come to a turning; Robertson turns right to head to the food hall while Wright carries on towards the locker room area. The camera slowly fades out.

About 10 minutes later the camera re-fades in at the locker room belonging to Robertson and Wright. Wright can be seen sitting in the centre of it on a fold-up chair alone, with his right leg crossed over his left and a large book lent across his legs. He looks different to earlier, his seems to be in a calmer but more serious state. Wright slowly opens the cover of the book and begins to turn the pages. On each page there appears to be a name at the top, newspaper clippings underneath and notes at the bottom of the page. As Wright flicks through we can see the names "Danny Mainer", "Fallen Souls" and "The Senator" until he finds the page he is looking for. It reads "Jake Cheng". Wright reads the page, the newspaper clippings and notes seem to refer to about January 2008 when Cheng was World Champion.

Bill Wright: Some things never change, do they Cheng? You were a stuck up, egotistical, disrespectful jerk back then and unsurprisingly you're still one right now. Your lack of talent hasn't changed either, has it? You're living on borrowed time, son. There's only so many times you can scramble your way out of situations like you have, and at Winter's Discontent that was your last time. Josh may not be the brightest spark in this industry, but there's one thing that the boy has that you don't and that's natural ability. I've had to put up with your mocking for too long, and last time I may have been let go before I could have you put your place, but this time the ending won't be the same, Jake.

It seems unclear whether Wright is talking to the book, to Jake or to himself. However, whichever it is he seems quite content with what he's said and flicks over the page to a page that says "Jon Taylor". Wright lets out a sigh and slowly observes the page which even has a picture of himself on in the newspaper clippings as he stands by the then ACW International Champion.

Bill Wright: If it isn't the one that got away. You know what, Jon? You may have got "rid" of me but right now it's looking like the fortunes are reversed. Let's face it, what did you actually do with your career after I left? You never beat Jake Cheng; you never beat Fallen Souls...the only people you beat were the likes of Danny Mainer. Hardly an accomplishment. Compared to Josh you never had the same ability and you never listened in any way. Come to think of it you were really too smart to be a decent mentee, you were unmouldable. Fact is, while you're off being a nobody I'm in ACW actually taking care of people that think they can wrong me.

There seems to be something a bit different as he speaks about Taylor, it seems all a bit fake...like he is trying to convince himself otherwise. He stares at the page for a few moments. Finally he turns it over to one that reads "Josh Robertson". Wright scans the page which has a large newspaper clipping that says "latest Wright protege emerges".

Bill Wright: You may not be the smartest pick of the bunch, but there's no doubting you have some serious wrestling ability. Some would argue you have the perfect attributes as a mentee because of this, making you much more moudable. You might not accomplish all that much in this industry thanks to your naivity, but at least in the right hands...with the right person there to keep you in line you can be a destructive force that few can reckon with. Once this all blows over you'll look back and than--

Before Wright can finish "speaking" there is a knock at the and the sound of the door knob turning can be heard. Wright immediately closes the book, lying it down on the floor next to him. He looks up to the door way to see Robertson making his way into the room with a bottle of Coke and a Twix gripped in his right hand.

Josh Robertson: Hey, what's that you're reading?

Robertson gestures to the book on the floor as Wright nervously replies.

Bill Wright: Oh, just some really old conspiracy thriller...really hard going - doubt you would like it.

Josh Robertson: You're probably right, I don't really have the attention span for books.

As Robertson consumes his refreshments Wright slowly thanks his lucky stars that Robertson really isn't the brightest spark. The scene fades to black.

[Jake Steele]

“On the Town”

[/U]
Credit: Danny Mainer, Jake Steele[/center]

Sat alone on a crate before show-time is Danny Mainer completely absorbed in his own world of thought as he muses on the past, present and future. His head in his hands he muses on how much pain he’s in right now like the big ol’ emo he is. It looks like he could sit there all night but in reality, he has a match and will soon have to wake up out of his trance.

“Oh Caitlynn. Why’d you go you daft bitch? I miss the way you straddled my lap and bit my neck, or gave me lap-dances after big matches. You knew just that thing I liked with your tongue too and all sexist shit aside… I loved you because you were perfect for me.”

”Fuck that dude, you got along fine with Chinky McGee. You don’t need that slut.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

”I’m The King of Vegas, Danny Mainer. Y’know, back when you were a man? It’s been a long time since we spoke.”

”Suck my balls. I don’t need you. I’m not royalty, I’m just perverse shit. I mean look at me.”

”You need a severe kick in the vagine man, you’ve turned into a total pussy over a girl.”

”Fuck you man, you’re the one that fell in love with her in the first place.”

”No, that was you. You met her WAAAAAY before The Maine Event took off. I won you championship gold, got you all the ho’s you needed and kept you in money. Me and you? We’re like positive and negative but unfortunately we repel each other. You’ve fallen and degraded yourself into one of the numbers of Sin City while I was running the place. You’re a disgrace to my name. I think what you need to do instead of pining after her, convert that into energy for hatred. You’re doing that karma shit right from ‘My Name is Earl’? Put the whore on your list and get her back when the time is right. Take her out of your mind like you’ve done to Thunderkiss and wait for the opportunity to arise because the great God patience rewards it’s followers well.”

”Y’know what? You’re right. Thanks.”

”I know, you should let me be in control but I figure it’s your turn and now you have the tools to prove yourself better then most of those in the ring. You might even match up to me in power. You can’t do worse then XI-8000 to be quite honest with you chief.”

”Thanks. Why am I hung up on that bitch?!”

”Because you think you need her Dan. You don’t though. Far from it, you’ve got an emptiness inside you and the only way that you’ll finish it is by following a lesson from The Krazy Bladesman and never missing your mark. You wait for her and she’ll come running to you. Use your opportunities. Trust me on this.“

”How come you’re so wise?”

”I’m royalty baby. It’s natural. Stay depressive and murderous all you like, just let your inhibitions go and run wild. Search and destroy. Just don’t feel remorse when she’s on her knees in all her skanky ho glory begging for mercy. Now, go. Back to reality. Some guy is shouting at you.”

Steele – Mainah'... Mainah'... ayo answer me you dumb muthafu-[/I]

Danny Mainer: ”WHAT?!”

Steele leaps back in shock not quite expecting that violent an outburst, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. Danny breathes heavily, his focus having been thoroughly destroyed.

Steele - Why da fuck you yellin'? Not sexy Mainer. Not sexy. Anyway, I was comin' out of my locker room and saw you lookin' all emo, so I thought maybe you wanna go get some drinks. Y'know, party it up before da show like we used to do back in da day.

Danny sighs, Steele is on the list but to Danny this is coming across as him trying to make up for it and if he crosses himself off the list then so be it. He feels he owes him anyways for yelling at him.

Danny Mainer: ”Whatever, I can’t see this ending too well but I haven’t been to The Orchid in some time. Let’s roll.”

Steele – Aight cool.

Cut to an hour later and Steele is up on stage, getting worshipped by the girls in this club while Danny sits at the bar alone drinking Bell’s whisky watching on at Steele’s merriment. After the song finishes he steps down from the stage looking concerned at the anti-party Mainer. He takes a seat next to him at the bar and orders a cocktail and he looks at Mainer.

Steele – Why you not tryin' to party with these bitches? They don’t get much better then on ACW island… well except maybe in Japan.

Danny Mainer: ”I guess I’m kinda’ occupied at the moment dude, I’m spoken for. Sort of.”

Steele – Yo... nigga... you can’t let STD’s get in the way of a good time. I mean, they might kill someone elses vibe but a someone like you need to get out there and stop worryin’ ‘bout dat’ bitch Katie and get ya’self some hoes. You da’ flyest man on da planet brah, well... except for me. But still, look at all them hoes lookin’ at you. Like da one in da applebottom jeans, and da boots with da fur. I mean, da whole club was lookin' at her. She don’t see a guy who had a crisis, she see a International Champion!

Danny Mainer: ”Fuck it Jake. I’m spoken for. I’m not an International Champion anymore either! Cheng stole my belt! I’m not hung up on CAITLYNN either! She left me and I’m bangin’ the tits off of a fine ass 19 year old Latina girl called Juliana!!! I’m SPOKEN FOR!!! Well, I SAY spoken for! We’re not dating we’re just fuck-buddies but I know she’d be mad as ALL HELL IF I WAS FRONTING ON HER!!!”

The music dies down in awkwardness and all eyes are on Danny and Jake. Someone can be heard audibly coughing in the background and the bartender drops a pin on the counter to signify the quiet. Mainer just looks at the floor to hide his shame of outburst.

Steele – Well... uhh... she sexy?

Danny Mainer: ”7/10, give 2 points if you’re an ass man.”

Steele – Well damn, I don't see why you actin' like Jeff Hardy. I mean, you a former International Champion, you can be a current one again if you put ya mind to it....*cough* Even if I'mma beat ya’ to it.

Danny Mainer: ”Thanks for the encouragement but I’m gonna’ go. I don’t need your peptalk bullshit thanks. I’m OCCUPIED. I’m going.”

With that, Mainer leaves taking his glass with him. He storms out the door leaving Steele and the girls in the club to whatever as Steele just spreads his arms with a “WTF” look on his face. That wasn’t a popular move, judging by Steele’s reaction but seeing as Mainer’s a total spastic, surely he’ll forgive him for it right? Probably not but whatever.

FADE

[Jake Steele]

Title: Ducking
Credit: A.C. Evans

Quickly we fade up to the scene of Evans & Lynch standing in darkness inside the abandoned apartment which they have learned to call home. We can only see them due to the light that the moon gives off. The moonlight shines through the broken windows of the building. The windows, if they aren't broken, are filled with graffiti. Evans is wearing a black shirt with matching black pants. Lynch stands next to him with a menacing look on his face. He has a black shirt with tattered and torn blue jeans on. Evans begins to speak.

A.C. EVANS: Defeated..[/color]

JEREMIAH LYNCH: There's no need to keep thinking about it, A.C.[/color]

A.C. EVANS: No need to think about it? Are you joking me? I have failed in my mission..but tonight. Oh..tonight, we will redeem ourselves. Lynch, tonight, we wage a war.[/color]

JEREMIAH LYNCH: What's tonight?[/color]

A.C. EVANS: Tonight we do what should have been done a week ago. Hughes should've been out of commission a long time ago, but today he still stands. He is still breathing and living for some god forsaken reason. Tonight, we are going to confront that piece of shit. He won't be able to duck us anymore. He dares attempt to dodge us. Who does he think he is? His salvation will come, one way or another. You cannot escape your fate, Hughes. You cannot escape us. Jeremiah, warm up the car. [/color]

JEREMIAH LYNCH: We don't have a car.[/color]

A.C. EVANS: Steal one.[/color]

Lynch scrambles off and out of the room. Evans stays in the room and looks around the apartment as he paces around a little bit.

A.C. EVANS: Hughes will pay for ducking me..[/color]

Evans smirks as he slowly walks out of the room, leaving us to fade to black.

[Jake Steele]

..::ACW::.. THE GRIM GOBLIN VS. PABLO LOPEZ ..::WARFARE::.. (Match Credit: Thunderkiss) (Aftermath Credit: Goblin)

Time limit: 20 Minutes
Referee: Joey Reynolds

-* Tale of the Tape *-

The Grim Goblin
Age: 900 goblin years
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hometown: Unknown

“The Latin Lunatic” Pablo Lopez
Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hometown: White Oak, Texas

"Mag Mell” hits the sound system and a plum of green smoke creeps out from the entranceway. Out cackling with laughter is the Grim Goblin who sends both fear and curiosity throughout the crowd. He feeds off their feelings as he side steps to the ring, his fingers fiddling with his ring gear with every step. He rolls into the ring and the lights come to a dim. At this point he holds his lit pumpkin up into the air and only it’s terrifying face illumiates the arena.

Ted Nugent’s “Free for All” replaces the Goblin’s tune and out comes Pablo Lopez. The Latin Lunatic is supported by the ACW crowd as he holds a special place in his heart. High fives are handed out like Halloween candy as he comes to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he eyes his opponent and is unsure what to expect tonight. None of us are. No matter what, he will give it the ol’ Pablo Lopez is best and that’s all any of us could ask for!

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Pablo and the Goblin lock up in the middle of the ring and the Goblin pushes him back to a corner and sticks in a few knee shots for good measure. Reynolds gets involved and pushes The Goblin back and Mr. Grim does not take kindly to that. While he debates about retaliating, Lopez shoots out of the corner with a clothesline and takes him down to the canvas! This is comboed with a standing dropkick and the Goblin is on the ropes! Lopez continues his offense by rushing the Goblin and giving him a big cross body block! However, at the last second The Goblin ducks down and Pablo goes sailing through the top and middle ropes. He crashes onto the floor below and the Goblin immediately goes to the top rope. He leaps off with a top rope, forward flip senton that crashes right on top of Pablo and the ACW fans stand in ovation! The Goblin picks his victim up and throws him back into the ring and is instantly on him with a flurry of punches that all land on target. The Goblin is admonished by Reynolds but he just brushes him aside as he leaps to his feet and pulls Lopez with him. He slaps on a neck breaker from behind Lopez and drives him down to the canvas with a Rude Awakening that he likes to call the GRIM REAPER! Laying right on his back, Lopez is an easy target for a pin fall attempt and the Goblin does exactly that. Reynolds’ hand only hits the canvas twice and the match continues.

MATCH MIDPOINT: Pablo starts to come on strong here at our match’s midpoint and chops the Goblin directly into a nearby corner. Leaping onto him, Pablo monkey flips The Goblin onto his back and combos with a elbow drop! Pablo then decides to wear the Goblin down with a chinlock in the middle of the ring. The Goblin does his best to squirm out but goes nowhere! The Goblin then digs into his bag of tricks and latches onto Lopez’s head with his right hand. Leaping up, he is able to stagger Lopez with a jawbreaker. This is enough to loosen his grip and one quick thrust forward The Goblin is free. This is short lived however as Pablo nails him with a huge European uppercut. The Goblin hits the canvas in pain and Lopez goes for a Shining Wizard! Lopez’ boot nails the Goblin in the head so hard that he begins to see stars. Lopez is on his feet now as he stalks the Goblin, waiting for the moment to strike. As the Goblin rises to his feet, he doesn’t see nor hear Lopez’s PELE KICK that knocks him into next week! The Goblin lays on his back thriving in pain and Pablo leaps on top of him for a cover! He only gets a two and a half and the Grim Goblin lives on! Pablo puts all his faith in his STANDING MOONSAULT that unfortunately causes him much dismay as the Goblin raises his knees at the last second! With Lopez gasping for air, we head to our match’s final minutes.

MATCH ENDING: Lopez continues to suck air as the Goblin circles him with his arms stretched open wide as if he was a lion ready to pounce on his prey! He does exactly that with a few sliding knees into Pablo’s back. Pain echoes throughout this body and it is music to the Goblin’s ears. This man is sadistic and it shows as a smile creeps its away across his face upon witnessing his handy work. Thirsting for more, The Goblin rakes Pablo’s eyes a few times and then goes for a choke hold. Reynolds starts a five count and it is effective as the Goblin is forced to break. A few stiff kicks later, Pablo is thrown onto the canvas with major velocity by a Goblin scoop slam. Pulling his opponent up, the Goblin once again looks directly into his face before he takes Lopez and Irish whips him into the corner! Lopez bounces back directly into a Fisherman’s Buster known as the MANGLER! Lopez manages to get his shoulder up at two and the Goblin continues to smell blood. Leaping to the top rope, he sets himself up for the perfect leg lariat! Sailing off the top in such a manner that would make Randy Savage proud, the Goblin nails the GOBLIN GLIDER and Pablo goes nighty night! The Goblin covers and the crowd gets their cameras at the ready for perhaps the Goblin’s first ACW win!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

WARFARE WINNER: THE GRIM GOBLIN!

The Grim Goblin offers his hand to Senor Pablo to help him up; something that exactly no one expected. Even less expected is the fact that it wasn't a ruse to cheap shot him. Convinced it's not a common heel trick, the referee leaves to switch out for the next match. The Goblin wedges the ropes for him to pass through easier, and motions for Pablo to exit as well; And he does. Finally, the Goblin himself exits.

Now on the floor, the Grim Goblin looks at Pablo walking away, and then looks down at the floor. He takes three very slow steps toward the steel steps. He stops, bends down, reaches under the ring apron, and...

Pulls out an axe.. Not very pretty due to apparent use, but an axe is an axe!

As the Goblin's yellow eyes fix back onto Pablo Lopez, he sprints up the ramp after him. Pablo is completely oblivious to the threat, and the fans can only watch in silent terror. Security is already dashing out to stop this, but that confuses Pablo and he stops walking.

SHUNK!

Some of the audience gasp. Some scream. A few cheer.

The Grim Goblin, after a mighty swing, has sunk his axe deep into Pablo's back, between his shoulder blades. He missed his spine by only a few inches.

SHINK!

After a tug, the axe is yanked back out. Pablo Lopez crumples into a quickly growing pool of his own blood.

Security forms a barrier between Pablo and the Goblin as EMTs rush out to get Lopez on the stretcher and backstage to the waiting ambulance. The security officers do not approach the axe wielding maniac, with good reason. But the Goblin does not advance, nor does he move. As Pablo is being carried away, the Grim Goblin waves to him. He then tosses his axe onto his shoulder and leaves through an alternate backstage path. The security hesitantly follows, but when they pass through the curtain, he's nowhere to be found. The droplets of blood from his axe just end.

The Grim Goblin has vanished.

Fade Out.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: A Fathers Arrival

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

It was Monday, which meant another addition of ACW Warfare. Scott had been getting ready since this morning to go and pick up his father from the airport; he knew he’d better get there on time or his dad would hassle him to no end about punctuality. He gave Scott all the good traits he knows, not without the help of his wonderful mother of course.

Scott waits patiently in the arrivals section as passengers flood through the gates. It doesn’t take long before a well built man, about 5’10 or so, with blonde short hair almost identical to Scott’s, pops out from behind some struggling ACW island tourists. His father spots him and gives a little wave.

Dad: Hi son! How are ya?!

Scott puts his empty coffee cup in the receptacle goes and gives his father a man hug.

Scott: I’m doin’ fine, Dad, but listen, we gotta get to the arena pretty quick. I’ve got a match and the show’s already started.

His father’s excitement drops a few levels.

Dad: I thought we could hang out for a bit, y’know; father/son bonding time.

Scott: We can do that later, but right now Dad we gotta get a move on. Here let me take one of your bags.

Scott grabs his fathers duffle bag and the two make their way out front to Scott’s car.

Scott: If you pass me those bags, Dad, I’ll chuck them in the trunk.

Dad: Thanks, Scott.

Scott puts the bags in the boot of the car and quickly jumps in the drivers’ seat. He reverses from the park and begins the short trek to the ACW arena.

Scott: So why are you really here, Dad?

The question strikes his father completely out of the blue.

Dad: What do you mean? I came to spend time with you.

Scott: There’s more to it than that, Dad, c’mon. You haven’t contacted me in a very long time and now suddenly you want to “hang out”? It just seems a little weird…

Scott’s dad looks down at his knees before sighing and letting the cat out of the bag.

Dad: Look, son, your mothers death has taken a big toll on my life and my emotional and physical state. I needed someone to talk to; to have the company of. I thought you might appreciate the gesture.

Scott feels the guilt trip working. He doesn’t like it, but he’s not enough of an asshole to deny his father the benefit of the doubt.

Scott: I do, Dad, I do, it’s just so out of nowhere. I’m glad you’re here though; at least I can try and educate you about what I do for a living.

Dad: What? Punch and kick people and slam their faces into chairs?!

Scott: Isn’t it glorious?

Dad: I’ll never know why you decided to go down this path, Scott, but I am your father and I promised to support you in whatever you did, so help me God, hahaha.

A smile creeps onto the face of the Scarlet Assassin; his father may be oblivious to the wrestling world but at least he brings the tight knit bond of family to ACW in hopes that he can aid Scott along in his career here. We’ll find out soon enough if he has what it takes to make it in the ACW universe…

Fade Out.

[Jake Steele]

“No Shoving Dildos Down Craig Lewis’ Throat!”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo

[Somewhere in the Bahamas Ginger is resting on the beach with his legs kicked up and a cool drink in his hand. It is far away from the daily problems of Alpha Championship Wrestling and this fact couldn’t please him more. After months of dealing with hostile takeovers and Thunderkiss the scenery is more than justified. Even so, a part of him wishes he could be back at the arena just so he could see the look on Thunderkiss’ face the moment when his Junior Executive informs him of the bad news. At this very moment thousands of miles away, this very incident begins to unfold as Double Penetration inches their way closer to his protegee.]

Thunderkiss: I can’t believe that son of a bitch just got up and left like that! He knew he was leaving before he made that decision, buddy, he knew!

FSX: Well, of course he did. Due to unforeseen circumstances he stated all of that at the beginning of the show, then blatantly lied to our faces later on! The bastard was planning this all along, and knows full well the one place we're not allowed to travel is wherever someone who is supposed to be on vacation is! Now what do we do? We're doomed! DOOMED!

Thunderkiss: I’m sure this new guy is going to be nothing more than Ginger’s puppet so I don’t expect much. However, he doesn’t know us as well as Ginger does and I think with a little bit of “persuasion” we should have him singing a different tune in no time.

FSX: I see what your saying. So we murder him and make it look like an S&M accident, right?

Thunderkiss: Sorry X, I left the handcuffs, nightstick and lube back in the locker room.

[Thunderkiss enters the Chairman’s office and immediately notices something out of place. His eyes are so used to seeing Ginger behind his desk he almost doesn’t know how to react but quickly reminds himself of the task at hand.]

Craig Lewis: Uhhh, may I help you?

Thunderkiss: Why yes, yes you can! Word on the street is that you are the new head honcho for a while, Craig. Is that so?

Craig Lewis: Indeed it is. Memos went out last week you -

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Great! Great to hear! I just wanted to check to make sure because we seem to get a new Chairman with every new champion these days. It’s so hard to keep track! Well, Craig, it looks like you are you going to have to put your Junior Executive skills to work, pal. You see, FSX and I were left hanging by Gingerdude last week in regards to our much deserved title shot against the tag team champions.

FSX: Then all the sudden he just packs up and leaves! It wasn't in our planning, damn it. We could of used even more blatant warning! But...seeing we didn't get it, and we were promised an answer, your going to give us one.

Craig Lewis *looking nervous*: Ah, well ... yes.

[Craig indeed knows the answer but goes through all the motions to make it look as if he is totally ignorant to their request. As he looks at his e-mail on his computer and then through a stack of papers on his desk, FSX taps his foot impatiently causing his nervous to increase tenfold. Taking in a deep breath, Lewis finally builds up enough nerve to confront the situation head on.]

Craig Lewis: I am afraid that I will have to deny you of your title shot as per the Chairman’s own orders. Despite your match being a draw, you just had a title bout and I have other contenders in mind for the tag champs. You know fans today, they are so fickle, they don’t like seeing the same thing twice!

FSX: Oh really? New contenders? Such as?

Craig Lewis: Well, I was thinking about sticking some random people together to fill that void. Perhaps A.C. Evans, Jason Freeman or even Alex Richmond.

Thunderkiss: .....

FSX: ...uh...are they like...secret best buddies or something..?

[Both their jaws almost come off their skulls. After several seconds of uncomfortable silence, the flood gates open as TK cannot contain his inner thoughts any longer.]

Thunderkiss: That is some of the most stupidest shit I’ve ever heard. Well, I guess if that’s your decision, that’s your decision. Nice meeting you, Craig.

FSX: Oh yeah! We never did get to formally introduce ourselves! We're the crazy people who do nonsensical things and are expected for nothing more. Speaking of which, shake my hand.

[FSX extends his hand for what first appears to be a friendly handshake. Seeing it as nothing more than a gesture of good will, Lewis takes X’s hand within his own, a mistake that will soon prove deadly for him and beneficial for Double Penetration.]

~!~CRUNCH~!~

Craig Lewis: AGGH!!!

FSX: What, didn't I give you enough warning? My...Craig..it's really a shame things are working out like this. If only there was some kinda title match to make things better. Hmmm...

Thunderkiss: Yes! A real shame!

[FSX bears down even harder and every nerve in Lewis’ body becomes incensed with pain. Faced with his first major executive decision we get our first taste of this man’s resolve. In less than five seconds he folds and somewhere in the Bahamas Ginger’s heart skips a beat.]

Craig Lewis: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! You have your match! Just let go of me!

FSX: So you have yourself a brain after all! Good show! I'll have to remember this the next time I need something.

Thunderkiss: Yeah pal, I like you! You are a man after my own heart!

[Double Penetration walks away all smiles and Lewis could not have the opposite reaction. He knows the moment Ginger finds out he caved he’s going to be swimming in a sea of hot water. Even still, this first confrontation confirms everything Lewis was told about Thunderkiss. With this first hand experience all reservations have left his body in regards to his pending work with Richard Paris, ACW’s head of creative. In fact, he now has inspiration to see that their work moves ahead much faster than anticipated for he’d give anything to wipe that smile off Thunderkiss’ face.]

[END]

[Jake Steele]

”Yesterdays: Sarin Rossi”
Credit: Danny Mainer

The familiar title sequence with “Get Busy” by Sean Paul with the drum and bass editing plays and once again we’re shown in the little office with the guy slumped over the table. Danny looks exactly the same as he did in the last shot so presumably this was already recorded at once. Danny smirks at the camera with that sick smile on his face as we’re prepared for another embarrassing look at a past ACW superstar. Last week was VorteX and as promised then this week is of course Sarin Rossi.

Danny Mainer: ”Hello ladies and gents, welcome to Yesterdays. The show where we get the scoop on the people that paved the way here and what they’re doing now. I told you last week who the focal point of our show would be and of course I’m a man of my word. Tonight we’re going to take a look at Sarin Rossi. Now, obviously this was difficult with her being incarcerated in a maximum security female prison in Italy but with some anonymous funding we managed to bribe the warden to give us a few hours with the lovely diva. Our target today is to find out how she’s dealing with life in the soup and what her plans are for when she’s released from the penal system. Roll the footage.”

The camera cuts and we’re shown the prison yard where the basketball court is and all the exercising benches are. Then we’re shown a flash clip of a couple walking down a corridor hand in hand. Then a fat police man in sunglasses sat in front of the security cameras with a big thumbs up and a huge open-mouth grin. Finally, we cut to some buff Jaqueline style woman lifting huge weights on a bench like the pure “steds-muncher” she is. Finally the montage ends and Danny Mainer & Raymond King are shown walking along the cells barely able to contain their glee at being inside a womens prison.

Danny Mainer: ”This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me… ever.”

Raymond King: ”I agree. I’ll admit I was taken aback when you said we should come here but Hell, if Sarin’s firm and puts out then whatever. A shag’s a shag innit?”

Walking past cell after cell, they finally reach the correct one and their eyes widen as “Darren Rossi” is on her knees with head first into a girl’s lap. Nothing can be seen except for the recipients back which is buck naked, her prison overalls a heap around her feet. Slurping noises are all that can be heard. Raymond’s jaw drops and Danny pushes it back into place. Both men are in a state of arousal and confusion.

“This is better then the Flower Power tape.”

Not wanting to disturb the situation and just watch this sight, Raymond ruins it for him by clearing his throat. Darren’s attention is immediately disrupted and she stops doing what she’s doing. She steps up to her feet and walks out from beside her partner and the horrifying realization hits in that the prison has done NOTHING for Sarin’s appearance. Danny dressed as Sarin in the prison overalls, she’s got ginormous buckteeth and 4 o’clock shadow. Of course, Danny’s take on Sarin wasn’t exactly well thought out but he has a wig and FAR… FAR… FAR too much make up applied. This really isn’t something that should be on TV.

Darren Rossi: ”Heya boys… 20 bucks for a ride. Both of you?”

His vision of heaven destroyed and turned into an image of pure Hell, he nearly pukes at the thought.

Danny Mainer: ”Uhhh, no thanks Ms. Rossi. We’re here for the interview. From Yesterdays?”

Darren Rossi: ”Oh of course, thilly goose. Well, there isn’t much to say really. I’ve got a new girlfriend in the slammer, her name is Michelle and she is HAWT. Honestly, I go down on her all day and night and she just tastes of pure honey.”

Danny Mainer: ”Great to hear. Are you missing ACW?!”

Darren Rossi: ”Of course I do! Rattlesnake had the best dong I have ridden since I lost my V at age 11. That man is hung like a stallion. It practically busted out the b-“

Danny Mainer: ”WOAH! Too much information but thanks. Umm, Sarin we mean competing wise. Do you miss fighting with the other diva’s and being a world champion?”

Darren Rossi: ”Well, competing with Rena for all the best boys in ACW never got old and I always won that. And what do you mean do I miss being a world champion? I’m still the best at sucking on the Earth, I mean just ask Steve Phi-“

CUT! CUT! CUT! Danny interrupts her rudely in a desperate bid not to be completely disturbed beyond his wits.

Danny Mainer: ”WOAH… woah… woah. Alright. Enough. I don’t need nightmares of you deep throating the Senatorial Stable leader thank you. Umm, any words for the ACW audience before we go?”

Darren Rossi: ”Yes, I love you all and I hope to be riding you again soon once I finish filming Pirates of the Caribbean 7. Mwah, mwah, I’ll miss you.”

Raymond King: ”What was it that you even did to get yourself in here?!”

Darren Rossi: ”Oh don’t be stupid, you MUST have watched the retro segments. Everyone has because I’m the centre of the entire effing universe, me and Yoko BFF forevar. We’re totally better then everyone in the world ever!”

Danny Mainer: ”OK umm Sarin we have to go now. Enjoy your time in prison and I hope to see you in the ring again in a few years.”

Sarin leans to the bars in an attempt to kiss Danny but he quickly jumps back out of dodge.

Darren Rossi: ”And you too. Thanks for getting me these three years off my sentence you thilly goose!”

Danny nudges Raymond in the side motioning to get the fuck out of here and they start heading off to the side as quick as possible. Soon escaping the prison all that can be heard behind Raymond and Danny is one last phrase being screamed as a moan of pleasure.

Darren Rossi: ”Oh my God you thilly goose, who the hell said you could sodomize me?!”

Danny and Raymond simultaneously shudder before the screen turns to a fade. We’re shown back into the Yesterdays office as Danny is shown being sick off camera. Finally walking back on set wiping the puke from his mouth he smiles weakly at the camera.

Danny Mainer: ”That was the single most awful experience of my life… anyways thanks again for joining us here on Yesterdays. I’m the Psycho Butcher, join me next week as I catch up with none other then Soviet Superstar VLADIMIR RASUTIN! Heavens pray that it’s just one person that’s a scumbag and not all of ACW’s Eastern Europeans! Thank you and goodnight!”

FADE

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Reasons? Where We're Going We Don't Need...Reasons (Credit: Train)

The segment opens up with ACW interviewer Charlotte King standing in front of some generic interview backround. Suddenly, Thunder Train appears next to her and the crowd boos him more than ever. Train however, has a worried expression on his face.

Train: RUN! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE--

Train shakes his head a bit then the expression changes greatly and his eyes appear a bit different.

Train: Sorry about that. Anyway, can we begin this interview, I'm terribly busy.

Charlotte: Of course. Now Train, it was revealed last week that you were the one that caused Chef to get his face burned last July. So the obvious question on everyone's mind is, why did you do it?

Train: Two years ago, Chef said that he was sick of new superstars coming into ACW and accomplishing nothing, when he himself has done nothing important here. Well I ask, what about the so called "legends" that keep coming back to ACW? Every so often you see someone come back and right away they get treated differently then others. Take RDK for example. He hasn't done ANYTHING worth noting here in ACW in over a year. And he comes back and is put into a title match for his first match back? What the hell is up with that?

Charlotte: I guess the seniority rule comes into effect...

Train: And that's bullshit. Why should I have to work twice as hard as everyone else in order to accomplish something? I should be in that match against Jake Steele. I should be the one going for that championship belt. IT SHOULD BE ME! But no, instead I've got to face Josh Robertson. And I had thought about this all last year, and when Chef said he was coming back to the ring, that angered me.

Charlotte: Because he would take your space right?

Train: Not that he would take up my place, but that he would take up space in general in ACW. The man is a freaking cripple for Christ sakes. His knee is totally blown out whenever he walks and yet he STILL wants to keep on coming back and causing people like ME to be pushed down the card. Causing ME to face people like Josh Robertson. Causing ME to have to work twice as hard to get anything close to a title shot.

Charlotte: But Train, you are still the tag team champion, doesn't that count for anything?

Train: Oh I am happy that I still have this. Even though another group of examples tried to take it from me. The fans are the only ones that still have their heads on straight. They voted myself and XS3 into that match. They KNEW how great I was and wanted to be entertained, this time in tag form.

Charlotte: What does "another group of examples" mean? Are you talking about D Penetration X?

Train: Hell yes I am. Look, you have Thunderkiss, who was on the top of his game, come back and get a title shot against Wayde. Why was he even put into a number one contender's match in the first place? People like Dave Tyler or Chris Williams should have had that shot. And I know that they are fighting each other now for it or something...but Thunderkiss didn't even need to be in that match! And FSX, RSX3 brought him back, brought him back for a fresh new start after his hiatus. And how does he repay us? He backstabs us, because he can't live in the shadow of us.

Charlotte: Well that's not very fair, they were both victim of circumstances. I doubt that FSX just flat out betrayed you because of that! I'm sure there were other reasons why he betrayed you.

Train: And now Chef wants to face me in a Hell's Kitchen match? Why? Why would he risk his LIFE for something like that? This goes far beyond his "career" but his LIFE is at stake. One fall on his neck, one bad back bump and he's dead. He's like 34 now and has been wrestling for 20 years. If I have my way, he will die in that match, or be reduced down to a vegetable. Forced to lay in a bed inside some hospital. Never able to hold his children again, never able to kiss his wife. Never able to "pleasure" her, and I use that term lightly.

Charlotte: Well I was talking to Chef the other day and he said he's coming back to the ACW arena sometime soon. If he does come here, what do you plan to do to him?

Train: Oh wow, thank you for telling me this. Now I actually can think of a plan for what to do when he arrives. I might even finish the job early. Why wait until Ragnarok? Now listen, I have to go be somewhere.

Train brushes by Charlotte and gives her a disgusted look. Charlotte just shakes her head and walks away in the other direction as we fade out.

Fade to black.

[Jake Steele]

Match 2: Thunder Train vs. Josh Robertson (Credit: XS3)

Robertson started off strong against the tag champ, laying into him with rapid-fire kicks to the midsection followed up with a European uppercut that sent Train stumbling into the ropes. When Robertson attempted an Irish whip, Train reversed it and clotheslined Robertson down with authority. Train leaped up and hit a big splash, only getting a two count. Once Robertson got back to his feet, he reversed an attempt high angle stalling back suplex into some kinda pin. Train kicked out but got blasted with a dropkick.

Train then got taken down with a swinging neckbreaker for a two and Robertson began to apply a cross armbreaker. Train fought out of it but got taken down with the Awakening. Robertson got a pin but Train kicked out. However, Robertson used Train's kickout to apply a camel clutch. With an anti-Robertson crowd backing him (for lack of a better term >_>), Train managed to get to his feet and throw Robertson off of him with an over the shoulder snapmare. Robertson attempted a knee strike but Train countered with a headbutt and followed with Pumpkin Smasher.

Robertson was then picked up and hit with a Full Steam Ahead before being locked into the Caramel Clutch. Robertson fought out of it and took the big guy with a series of knee strikes to the midsection before rolling up Train... INTO THE PURIFIER BAH GAWD! Well, not exactly because Train kicked Robertson off of him. Robertson was relentess as he persisted with forearm strikes. Robertson then got a wonderful, sick, genius, horrible, beautiful, insane idea because he attempted a back suplex on Train, who was lifted about two inches off the ground. Train landed on his feet and used Robertson's momentum against him, bringing him up with a torture rack and hitting the OM NOM Bomb for the 1-2-3.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: On Top of the World (Credit: Freeman/Mr. Red)

“Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers, and the fans begin a very loud chorus of boos…and then Jason Freeman, Television Championship on his shoulder, steps out from the curtain. He walks slowly, his face is bruised, and he certainly seems to be a man in great pain after Thursday’s brutal contest, but his face shows that he could not be feeling happier at the moment. After a long feud that started in October, Jason Freeman has finally emerged victorious and defeated Dan White in their tiebreaking match. The fans resent this fact, and boo him, but Freeman doesn’t care. He won. And no matter how much the fans don’t like it, it isn’t going to change it. He didn’t give up, even when he had a truck perched on his chest, and nobody can criticize his performance.

He slowly makes his way down the ramp, this not because of his usual tendency to take his time, but because he simply cannot move much faster. Clearly he is not in the best physical condition, and the fact that a truck was perched on him, albeit for a short time, quite possibly has something to do with it. He makes his way into the ring, not bothering to take a chair to sit in. He rolls under the rope, and stands up…this seeming to cause slight pain to him, and then he smirks into the camera and raises the microphone.

Freeman: I stand before you tonight, as a man in great pain. Friday morning, when I woke up, I could barely move because of the pain in every single area of my body. I was hit with a baseball bat, a car door…hell, Dan White drove a TRUCK over me. And yet, did I give up? No, I did not. I told everybody that I would not give up to Dan White, I told everybody I’d never say I Quit, and I was true to my word.

Freeman is certainly in a better mood than on Thursday. On that night, he was angry to the point where he seemed to be almost losing it. Tonight, he seems calm, and satisfied. Perhaps this is because he has finally defeated Dan. Certainly he knows what a victory like this means for his career. Nobody can look at him and put down his performance, and his endurance. Most of all, his will to win. He knows that no naysayer can ruin his night, and nobody has anything to say that can knock him off his perch. It’s a good feeling, and one that he lets in, and embraces.

Freeman: The man, who DID say he quit, was Dan White. And tonight, I can finally call myself the victor. Out of all our issues, and all of our matches…I have come out on top, and on top I shall stay. Look at me. Many of you thought I couldn’t do it. You saw me the same way Dan saw me, and that is of a guy who wanted to impress, and who wanted to be the next big thing, but just didn’t have the ability to do it. All of you thought Dan would destroy me until I had no choice but to give up and slink back into the shadows. You hoped Id finally step down and admit that I couldn’t do it, that I was incapable, and that Dan White was the man who would put me in my place. Ha. You were all WRONG, and tonight I am on TOP of the world!

They boo him, but this makes him smile. Let them continue to think what they want. He waits for the reaction to die down, and the smirk on his face infuriates the crowd. He makes it clear that he is not bothered at all by their disapproval.

Freeman: If you are unhappy with the results of Meltdown, then I have some very bad news for you. You are all in for a very unpleasant ride. If my victory, and my success, is something you dislike, then I hate to inform you that I am going to be having many more victories, and even greater successes. I start off this year with that I Quit match, and I am now going to tell you what you have in store for you.

He thinks back deep in thought…thinking back to a time where he was a different man. A man that had no idea of the road in store for him. A man who had no idea what was necessary to succeed. A man who had high hopes, and big dreams, but did know how to achieve them and so tried to get help from others. When that didn’t work, he jumped back and forth, still trying to find an answer, and ultimately doing nothing. But now…now…he had found his answer.

Freeman: It’s funny. A year ago, I came out here and I said that 2008 was going to be the year of Jason Freeman. Heh. Of course, I didn’t fulfill these strong words. In fact, 2008 was quite possibly the worst year of my career. It was a joke. I was a joke. This was prior to my enlightenment, of course…but now? Now that I HAVE been enlightened, and now that I finally have figured out the keys to success…I am going to make that same promise. A promise that this time, I DO intend to fulfill. 2009 WILL be the year of Jason Freeman. By December of this year, you will look back, and you will think of one man, and that man will be me.

Very strong words, but undoubtedly Freeman intends to fulfill them. Will he be able to? Well, if he has it in him at all to do so this will be the time when he finally does it, that’s for sure. Because whether or not anybody agrees with his mindset, or agrees with his preachings, nobody can argue with the results. Already he has built up a list of some very credible opponents that he has defeated, and if anybody had heard where Freeman would be right now a year ago, they most likely would not have believed it. If he can make that improvement in such a short amount of time, can he take it further? The big question is…how much does Freeman actually have in him?

Freeman: In three months, I have managed to make great strides, and in the next three months greater ones will be made. I will defeat any opponent in my way, and as I said on Thursday, I will be even more intense, and even more aggressive than ever before. Oh, don’t be mistaken, I may be satisfied after my victory against Dan…it’s hard not to be! But that does NOT mean that everything I said on Thursday is null and void. That increased aggressiveness, GOT me that success, and it isn’t going anywhere. Woe to anybody who gets in my way over the next three months, and then? Well let’s just say Ive been having some thought about Fallen Heroes. Oh, sure, it’s far away, but the fact is that in my first Fallen Heroes performance, I made it to the final four. In my second, I made it to the final seven. If I could do this BEFORE my enlightenment, then just imagine what I could do now? That's then...but as for now? Well as for now…I’d like to make a challenge.

He walks over to the stage, looking to the back, as he directs his words towards all the superstars in the locker room.

Freeman: At the current moment I am of course in no condition to compete…but I think that after another week’s recovery, I should be more than ready. This challenge is for that day. As I said, I am on top of the world right now, and I would like somebody to attempt to knock me down a step. I want them to try, so that they can fail. They can fail to me, they can FALL to me, because I can defeat any superstar in this company. No matter who steps through that curtain, I will---

And out of nowhere, Freeman is interrupted by the opening guitar of “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n Roses, and at the sound of the intro, the fans go wild…knowing who’s coming down to the ring! As the song hits the chorus, out steps Mr. Red! The fans continue to cheer for him, but Freeman looks confused. Quite clearly this wasn’t who he expected when he made his challenge. Red is holding a microphone, and he glares at Jason Freeman, who gave him some not-so-nice words on Thursday. Apparently, Red has not forgotten them. The music fades out, as Red stands on the stage. He waits a moment, as the crowd continues to cheer for him, and when they stop, he raises the mic to his mouth, opening it. Before he can speak however, he is cut off

Freeman: Now hold on a second, what the hell are you doing out h---

Mr. Red: What I’m doing is accepting your challenge, Freeman. Last week you had some words for me, and I have to say, I wasn’t too happy with them. You walked away from my challenge then, but now since you asked for any superstar to come out and accept it, I thought I’d try my luck again.

The fans cheer, as Freeman narrows his eyes into a glare, obviously finding Red more than a little annoying. It’s slightly ironic that Freeman not too long ago was in a similar situation of demanding a match that his opponent did not want to accept. Now, however, Freeman takes a different stance on the matter.

Freeman: Well, listen, Mr. Red, and listen good. I don’t think you realize exactly who you are challenging. I don’t know if you were watching that I Quit match on Thursday, but I am not a man that you would want to face.

Mr. Red: Well we’ll see about that, but nonetheless, the challenge stands!

Freeman: You see, Red, when I made this challenge, I was directing it at a “superstar.” I just don’t think that you fit that bill. You see, I was hoping to get a tough match. Another match that people thought that I was going to lose, and then…when I won, my goal was to make myself look better. As I told you last week, I really don’t see any benefit of defeating you in the ring.

Mr. Red: I don’t understand why you’re so sure you’re gonna beat me. Listen, Freeman, I’m not letting you get away with what you said to me on Thursday. Do you even know who I am? I am the only 3 time Entertainment Champion, bitch. I believe you called me a curtain-jerker, didn’t you?

Freeman: Yes, I did.

Mr. Red: Well I will show you who I really am, next Monday live on Warfare!

Freeman sighs. Quite obviously, Red isn’t about to go away.

Freeman: Well, I’ll tell you what. I’m in a pretty good mood right now after Meltdown, and so…I think I’ll “humor” you. Besides, I’m pretty beat up, and I could use a nice little easy match to warm myself back up. So you want it you got it. Next Monday, Mr. Red vs Jason Freeman. Okay?

The fans cheer the match announcement (not the man that made it), and Freeman exits the ring, walking up the ramp towards Red, having said all he needed to say. As he passes Red, the two men glare at each other, and Freeman turns his head and walks backstage…before he gets there however, Red raises the mic again.

Mr. Red: Freeman?

Freeman turns his head.

Mr. Red: If it’s an easy match you’re looking forward to, you’re in for a big surprise…

Another fan cheer for this statement, but Freeman merely smirks and turns backstage…Red waits a moment, before following him, and the segment fades out.[

[Jake Steele]

"Curiosity killed The Journalist”
Credit: Danny Mainer

Inside the ACW arena, we’re granted with the most pleasurable sight of Charlotte King walking towards the ACW elevator. Any male will notice her ass rubbing inside the denim mini-skirt that she’s wearing and will suddenly get a twitch of “inspiration” to perhaps switch to the Adult channels as she saunters casually over with a microphone. She presses the button and the door opens instantly. She’s been sent on a journey to interview someone and as she steps into the elevator she feels the cool air-conditioning breeze whoosh up her skirt putting her at ease ever so slightly. The door shuts after her and as she goes to press the button she hears a rattling sound behind her.

She turns around a little taken aback to see a meat hook hanging from the ceiling of the elevator. She walks forward and examines it closely unaware of the danger this item poses. She reaches up to it gently with her fingers, she slowly wraps a hand around it. They always said never to pull the rope hanging from the ceiling and the same holds true for this steel equivalent. She’s soon wrapping both hands around it and tugs it gently surprised as it doesn’t move in the slightest. It’s held completely stiff. She tries to let go of the chain but to her shock she realizes she’s glued to the hook. Struggling frantically the chain tightens and slowly Charlotte is dragged out of the top of the elevator.

She kicks and screams frantically but to no avail and soon she is lifted straight out into a heap on the top of the elevator. Her eyes open wide in shock as she realizes that this “fisher” and now captor is none other then “Psycho Butcher” Danny Mainer. Her mouth is taped shut and she’s pinned to the ground by Danny who sits on her stomach. Fear and panic echo through her muffled screams as she tries desperately to escape the monster on her stomach with violent flailing strikes but Danny being bigger and stronger just pins her arms down.

Danny Mainer: ”SHUT THE FUCK UP CHARLOTTE! Calm your fucking ass down and we can work this out PEACEFULLY. You stay quiet and listen to me or so be it I’ll cut the rope on this elevator and we’ll BOTH die!”[/B]

Through muffled sobs, she manages to break her shock long enough to nod her head. Salty tears run down her eyes, ruining her make up. Before she can try and respond and Danny makes any more threats a third voice sounds itself over Danny’s shoulder.

Raymond King: ”Danny, we’re on ground floor. Take off the tape.”

Danny Mainer: ”Can I do it painfully to give her a long overdue shave?”

Raymond King: ”Fucks sake Dan you complete spastic. That’s my niece you’re talking about.”

Danny Mainer: ”Don’t you mean nephew?”

Raymond King: ”You’re a dildo, you know that? That’s a piece of my family. The only piece I have left.”

Danny Mainer: ”Whatever.”

Danny tears the tape off of Charlotte’s mouth and Charlotte moans in pain. Mainer climbs off of her and helps her up to her feet before holding her glued hands in his one hand. Strapped to his belt, he unsheathes a meat cleaver and swings it wildly forward causing Charlotte to scream in terror but to her surprise it cleaves straight between his hands and severs the glue. The meat hook hits the roof of the elevator with a clang. As this is happening, Ray tampers expertly with the power box on the far corner by the door so that elevator can’t move, there’s no lights and the doors won’t open. With a smirk he flicks the off switch and the power switching off can be heard audibly. Finally, choking back her tears she manages to compose an audible sentence.

Charlotte King: “Ray, I haven’t… -*sob* seen you since you went to prison.”

Mainer cocks both eyebrows and gives Raymond a look. Ray gets defensive and quickly makes cut-throat gestures.

Raymond King: ”We’ll go over that some other time sweety. Right now, I need a favour from you.”

Sheer outrage, Charlotte IMMEDIATELY changes her tone.

Charlotte King: “Sod off! You disappear for three years and expect a favour?!”

Raymond King: ”Well to be fair, the alternative was to kill you…”

Charlotte King: “You wouldn’t kill me! I’m the only member of the family that doesn’t tell you to do one when you turn up at the door asking for money.”

Danny brandishes the meat cleaver once again with a look of sheer menace in his eyes. Charlotte gasps and Raymond does absolutely nothing to intervene as he stalks towards her.

Danny Mainer: ”We have nothing to lose Charlotte… we could gut you right here and be underground before anyone even knew you were missing.”

Danny has that horrifying glint in his eye. Not the one that means he’s ready to shoot his load but the one that says “I’m serious.” Charlotte can pick up on this and quakes with fear for her own safety.

Charlotte King: “Alright, what is it, what do you want?”

Danny breathes in and out heavily creating scores of dramatic tension as he stares back and forth between the blade of his meat cleaver and into the warm, blue eyes of the Aryan Charlotte King. He growls at her like a wild animal and looks as if he’s going to lunge.

Danny Mainer: ”CAN YOU!!!- give us directions to the nearest YO! Sushi?”

Charlotte King: “What… the… fuck. Are you serious?”

Raymond King: ”Deadly serious.”

Charlotte King: “It’s on the Paradise Skywalk, y’know the elevated shopping centre?”

Danny Mainer: ”Yeah?”

Charlotte King: “It’s in there, between Dorothy Perkins and Best Buy, they’ve got an all you can eat offer for 15 pounds at the moment. I can’t believe you kidnapped me just for this.”

Raymond King: ”Unfortunately my pretty little niece, you’re not quite out of the woods yet. We still need your help.”

Seemingly out of thin air, Danny has produced a burrito out of his back pocket and is starting to eat it. He talks with his mouthful spraying bits of meat, mayonnaise and salad in Charlotte’s direction.

Danny Mainer: ”Yarh, we alsho need yew ter giff us a marp uv za belldung.”

Charlotte stays at Danny blankly as he swallows a load of burrito. He gasps a little at the heat as it singes his throat.

Charlotte King: “… what?”

Danny Mainer: ”We also need you to give us a map of the building. Secret corridors and all. we need to be able to have the drop on DPX at any moment it’s necessary. We know you’ve got one as does The Chairman, ex-champion BK London and of course Alicia Laureano and Andrew Hunter but all four of them are AWOL. So, in that event we need yours.”

Charlotte King: “You think I’m just going to give you the blue prints to the arena?”

Danny Mainer: ”No, we expect you to let us take enough photo’s of it so we can learn this building inside out. “

Charlotte scoffs at him.

Charlotte King: “You’re insane. Go to Hell.”

Danny Mainer: ”Fine, I’ll kill us all then.”

Charlotte King: “You don’t have the gu-“

Danny twirls around and slashes the cables of the elevator. In an instant, the elevator hurtles downwards before crashing to the bottom floor with a deafening crash, the body being crumpled ever so with its own momentum hitting the floor. Ray and Charlotte land in a heap while Danny , cleaver in hand climbs down the side-on ladder built inside the shaft which he leapt onto before the elevator fell. The King’s both being a little shaken but unharmed; Charlotte’s screaming caused more pain then anything else. Dropping to the side of them he brandishes the cleaver once again smiling wickedly at the microphone-trained lady and addresses her once again.

Danny Mainer: ”I’m sorry, what was that?”

Charlotte King: “Come to my dressing room in an hour. I’ll give you what you want.”

Raymond King: ”Dan, next time you do something like that give me some warning.”

Danny Mainer: ”Spur of the moment, couldn’t be helped.”

Raymond King: ”You’re a real dildo sometimes Danny, y’know that?”

Danny Mainer: ”Alright.”

Raymond King: ”To the mass media, this conversation never happened. Anyone asks what the sticky stuff in your hands is, you say you gave yourself a boneless banquet before the show and didn’t wash your hands. Anyone who asks what happened say it just snapped and you hurtled downwards fearing for your life. You haven’t seen us and you’re certainly not giving us blue prints. Understood?”

Charlotte King: “Understood.”

Raymond King: ”I love ya’ Charlotte. You’re an ace niece.”

A little dumbfounded and almost amused by this entire she situation, she just coughs with a giggle instead of replying to anything. Ray and Danny start to ascend the ladder making the climb so they can escape on the second floor above the legions of support workers that will come and “rescue” Charlotte momentarily. In the meanwhile, Danny now may just be one of the most dangerous men in the industry. It’s no secret that there’s more secret passages, empty walls and fake bookshelves in ACW then there is in Jason Freeman’s house and Danny now has the skeleton key for every single one of them. It’s only a matter of time before someone feels the effects of this knowledge, but when and why?

FADE