Monday Night Warfare 19th January 2009

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Segment: Poetry Corner with The Candyman
Credit: Dave Tyler

As the camera cuts to the next segment, we see Dave Tyler sitting in a small room, facing directly at the camera. The room is dark He is dressed in his wrestling gear, ready for action, but as he leans forward on his stool, he holds a large brown book in his hands. On the front cover, someone seems to have stuck on a very dodgy looking picture....

Dave looks at the camera, and smiles widely as he talks.

Dave: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to ACW’s Poetry Corner. With me, The Candyman. ACW. We all know by now that I’m sweet as a chocolate button. But tonight, I thought I’d share with you my more...sensitive side. See, what you may not know is that in my spare time, in between the wrestling, charity work, helping old women cross the street and so forth, I quite like to dabble in a bit of rhyming. It liberates me to an extent. When I found out that tonight, I would be going face to face with the “God of War”, Henry McKaye, I thought I’d try and lighten things up a bit. Because, Jesus.....what a dark and depressing name. And look ladies and gentlemen! I’m joined here tonight by the God himself, Mr. McKaye!

The camera pans slightly to the left, revealing a cardboard cut out of McKaye. Dave stands smiling at it

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Dave: Ok, let’s move on. Mr. Happy McSmilesalot here needs something to cheer him up. So, without any further ado, I present....

God of War vs. The Candyman
By Dave Tyler

There once was a man called Henry McKaye, an angry man was he,
Whenever the kids saw him coming, to the hills would they all flee.
He said he was a vengeful man, who had come for glory and power,
His life had been cruel and harsh, and had left him feeling sour.

He was a wrestler for ACW, at times a scary place
But at least it was never as weird as the markings on his face.
He won his matches with such ferocity, few did dare to face him.
Climbing into the ring with McKaye, you risked your life and limbs.

But one week, he met a rookie, someone rising through the ranks,
Most people thought by facing him, the rookie would walk the plank.
His name was Dave Tyler, also nicknamed the Candyman.
People liked him in Europe, America, and even Japan.

This week, the two will face each other, a battle to the death,
Dave will run rings round him, McKaye will be out of breath.
Sure he’s scary and tough, and he’s called the “God of War”.
But when The Candyman is through with him, he’ll be flat out on the floor.

So McKaye, I’m sorry. Your luck is just not in tonight.
You’re going to learn this dog’s bark is not as bad as his bite.
Beating you, it will be hard. But it will be quite a feat.
Your winner of the match tonight.

Dave Tyler.

That?

That’s Sweet!

Dave closes the book, and smiles.

Dave: See you in the ring McKaye.

Dave winks and climbs out of his seat, and walks off camera. The shot pans slightly to the right, centering on the cardboard cut out of Henry. It zooms in...in....in to his dark eyes, before the scene eventually....

[FADES]

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Segment: Finder's Keepers (Credit: XS3/Dan)

In the back, we see a rejuvenated and refocused Dan White. After being screwed out of his International title and kicked out from the arena, there is no doubt revenge on his mind. Dan is shown seething as he trudges down the halls. He walks past many doors and finds the newly-rechristened RSXZ locker room. Dan smirks before going to open the door. No luck; it's locked.

Dan: XS3, you smug little drone! I know you're in there, mate! Get the hell out here so you can get what's coming to! AARGH!!

As Dan continues to pound on the door, a figure shows up behind him. It's revealed to be XS3 as he holds up a set of keys.

XS3: Hang on, let me get that for you.

XS3 softly nudges Dan aside and finds the correct key to get in. He inserts it into the lock and unlocks the door.

XS3: There you go.

Dan: Thanks, mate.

Dan looks into the room then pauses and looks back at XS3. He turns back into the locker room then back at XS3 before slamming the door shut.

Dan: ...you bastard.

XS3 casually shrugs his shoulders before Dan absolutely unloads on XS3 with a stiff right hand. The fists begin flying as Dan uses his strength to tackle XS3 onto a table, knocking over the refreshments set out for the crew. XS3 fights back by grabbing a cookie sheet and cracking it over the head of Dan before plowing him into a wall. At this point, Craig Lewis walks by and sees the scuffle before ordering security to come and separate the two. XS3 and Dan struggle to get past the guards but to no avail.

Lewis: That's it! I warned you Dan! Obviously you didn't learn your lesson the first time... I'm once again asking you to leave the premises immediately! And as for you, XS3, I suggest you go get ready for your match.

XS3 looks on, dejected, because he just wanted to get a piece of Dan before he was hauled off. Dan is carried off by the guards.

Dan: You haven't seen the last of me! I'm going to rip you shred by shred!

XS3: You know where to find me.

The segment ends with Dan and XS3 sharing one more staredown before both sides are hauled off to their respective locations.

Fade.

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The Scoop on McKaye, pt 2 (Credit: Henry McKaye)

The cameras cut back to the black studio that was seen earlier in the show. Still both sitting in their seats, Kevin Anderson and Henry McKaye both sat restlessly as the camera focused back on Kevin. Somehow knowing that the interview would be broken up into two parts, Kevin had changed into a white pinstripe suit... a little flashier than the cheap number he wore in part one. Also, the sunglasses were now on as he did his best to look cool. Henry, however, didn't take the time to change his ensemble like Kevin.

Kevin Anderson: So, Henry, when we left on, you just mentioned leaving WXW due to boredom and an offer from former ACW chairman and mastermind behind OCW, Stephan Russo. Is there any particular reason that Russo chose you over your partners in the Eyes of Apocalypse to join OCW?

The monitor which was placed on a wall behind the table that seperated the two men cut on as a picture from Henry's debut match appeared on it.

Henry McKaye: I was the best candidate. Rat and Ravage were too young and barely had a working grasp of the English language. Meanwhile, Kroenen was comfortable with his position in WXW and refused to leave. I, on the other hand, was chomping at the bits to be anywhere else but Germany at that point. I also have a stellar reputation of dominance in the world of independent wrestling and over a decade of experience. While he was piecing together his line-up for OCW, Russo wanted two stars... BK London and Jake Cheng.... a veteran... me.... and a young upstart he could groom to lead the company. Which was a position that was my responsibility to fill. As you know, my first candidate was AC Evans... which didn't work out too well. Then, it was Jay Zero... which also didn't pan out too well. Eventually, Russo figured he could fill in the position when we took over the company and he sent me to recruit one of two members of ACW's past.

Kevin Anderson: Okay, now before we get a head of ourselves here. Let's go back to AC Evans. The two of you formed a team called the Debasers and showed an extreme amount of promise to take the belts in the ACW tag division. What're your thoughts on how things went down between you two and, more importantly, what're your thoughts on AC Evans?

Henry McKaye: I thought it was a raw deal, but it had to be done. I know deep down in my heart of hearts that AC Evans and I would have become the ACW Tag Champs. We had a very clean speed game, a decent amount of chemistry that would have only gotten better over time, and perhaps the most devastating double team manuevers in the company. Unfortunately, Russo's concern was OCW's success first rather than the Debasers success. So, when it came down to it, Russo and BK decided that I was more important to OCW's survival than he was... and so he was dealt with accordingly. My thoughts on Evans hasn't changed since. I think he is a phenomenal talent that could have many successful title reigns in the company. When I was first scouting for Russo, Evans' skills caught my eye as well as how he conducted himself in and out of the ring. There is an aura about him that just screams that he has nowhere to go but up. Now, I wouldn't go so far to say that you'll be seeing us "team up" again, but I do have a degree of respect for the kid. The fact of the matter is we're on two different walks of life at the moment, but I could see him becoming a force to be reckoned with.

Kevin Anderson: Moving on, after Evans was kicked out of OCW, Russo had you turn your sights on Jay Zero. What started out as a membership drive turned into a feud that you ultimately came out on the losing side of. It seemed that everything you and OCW promised, Jay Zero managed to do himself. So, do you have any thoughts about the current ACW World Champ?

A look of disgust flashed on the God of War's face at the mention of Jay Zero's name.

Henry McKaye: Well, first, I'd like to correct you. I did NOT come out on the losing side of my feud with Zero. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, my business with him is anything but over. Now, my thoughts on him? I never understood what Russo saw in him, but I did what I was told. However, nothing about him fit the image of OCW that I thought was necessary for our survival. He was flashy, self-centered, and generally a child. I think he is a juvenile waste of talent who managed to steal my goals and aspirations right out from under my nose. I said I would become the Emperor of the Ring, but he took it away and claimed the title for himself. I said I would be the International and future World Champion... and he took them both away from me with a cocky grin. I said that OCW would be the most dominant force in ACW, and now he has formed a stable of nitwits who couldn't stop exaggerating their talent and abilities if you nailed their tongues to trees. Fortunately for the four of them, my attention is needed elsewhere at the moment, but they will soon have to deal with the God of War.

Kevin Anderson: Strong words there, Mr. McKaye. Moving along, you mentioned looking into two different ACW legends into filling that position at the request of Russo. Obviously the first was former ACW World Champion Alexander Starkweather who joined ACW and became a tag team partner of yours, but who was the other and how did you feel about Starkweather?

Henry McKaye: Well, first things first, the one that didn't work out was actually Adrian Flamingo. Russo had been trying to talk him into coming out of retirement and joining us, promising him chaos, anarchy, and all the other nonsense that would appeal to a man like him. The only real obstacle would have been seeing whether or not he would get along with BK, but Flamingo never showed any intention of joining. Apparently he found a well-adjusted life of therapy sessions and retirement to be more fulfilling than anyone originally thought. So, we decided to go along with our second option that we had been in contact with for several months previously, Dr. Starkweather. Now, Dr. Starkweather is an amazing talent and was an excellent choice at first, but his addition to OCW signaled the very end for us. Once Russo seemingly threw in the towel on his original idea for our formation, I could tell he was getting careless... but it wasn't my position to point that out. Simply put, there were three former World Champions in our group, one of which was currently holding the title already. There wasn't a fire for domination or success because at one point or another all of my teammates had been at the top and its rare that you find someone who can keep that edge after they've been at the top before. In fact, if I had been in charge, I would've gone after another younger talent instead of Starkweather, but Russo wanted another big name. In fact, I'll go so far to say that the moment Russo decided to deviate from the original plan, OCW was doomed.

Kevin Anderson: So, OCW's last stand came at Hello Goodbye when Team ACW faced and defeated you in a War Games match. Soon after, you and Starkweather were kicked out of OCW and the company itself by BK London. So, my last question regarding your tenure in OCW is simple. Some might have called you OCW's most loyal member and Russo's perfect soldier, but looking back... what do you have to say about OCW, Russo, and London?

Henry McKaye: I believed in OCW for the same reason I was dedicated to the Eyes of Apocalypse, we were there to upset the status quo and take what we wanted instead of waiting with open hands. I'm a conqueror, Kevin, and I take what I do very seriously. If I didin't think that OCW couldn't have taken control of this company by force, then I wouldn't have wasted my time joining. I personally think that there was no reason a misfit team of Jay Zero, Kudo, Scott Andrews, and the Senator should have been able to beat us, but at that point the well oiled machine was falling apart. Russo, who started out as a man of vision, lost that vision as he let the "business" side of OCW become his first priority. BK London suffered the same way Kroenen does in Germany, he was so used to being at the top he forgot how to fight. Some say that Jay Zero put the last nail in the OCW coffin... if I had been in charge, Jay Zero would've never made it out of the parking lot. We lacked a killer instinct in the end and we suffered for it.

Kevin Anderson: After your dismissal from ACW, you took a short leave of absence before resigning after Winters Discontent. Upon your return, however, it didn't sound like much changed from your days in OCW. You promise revenge and destruction among other things, but a lot of people think you're still full of hot air. So, Henry, what is different?

The picture on the monitor changed again, this time to a picture of Henry from his return to ACW on January 8th.

Henry McKaye: What is different? There is a huge difference, Kevin. In OCW, I was put on a leash by Russo and knew that as long as BK London was around, my odds of claiming the ACW World title for myself were very slim. Now? I'm free to do what I want, when I want, and how I want. Do not mistake my promises for hot air, Kevin. I WILL bring destruction. I WILL get my revenge.

Kevin Anderson: Speaking of revenge, you've had some not so friendly words with Scott Andrews over the past two weeks. Care to elaborate?

Despite the strong words that both men exchanged, Henry remained unusally calm at the mention of Andrews.

Henry McKaye: Scott Andrews, at the moment, is not my main objective. In fact, he is a pointless little man whose biggest claim to fame is what exactly? A few matches with Kudo that some people barely remember? Membership to the on again/off again boy's club called the Senatorial Stable? Actually, no. There is one thing that Scott has done in his career that caught my attention... he eliminated ME during the War Games match! So, I promise that by the end of the month, I will make Scott Andrews memorable in ACW again... by making him the first one to feel the wrath of the God of War! That is for then... and not for now. Now? I'm re-adjusting to ACW, so I give Mr. Andrews the benefit of a warning. You here that, Scott? This is a warning... I am coming for you, and I hope that you get your head in the game and give me the match I deserve. It'd be a shame if my return to pay-per view was marred by your inability to perform due to Daddy issues. Scott isn't the first man I beat... he won't even be the last man I'll beat... he is simply the next man I'll beat.

Kevin Anderson: Well, your return to ACW hasn't been a lonely one. It seems that you have brought along an old friend from Germany; a lovely little dish by the name Casper. So, what's the dirt, Henry, you banging her or what?

Once more, Henry's composure was calm and cool. He didn't non verbally hint at anything, one way or the other concerning his manager and "friend", Casper. A woman who, in all definitions, ruined Henry's family life and hope for a happy future.

Henry McKaye: Banging her? My relationship with Casper is the furthest thing from intimate imaginable. I loathe that woman... I DESPISE that woman... but, I owe her everything in the world. Casper was the one responsible for the birth of the God of War. Before I met her, I was merely another broken old man nearing retirement, but she gave me a rebirth. She made me a God, Kevin, and her presence is necessary at the moment. Have you ever seen the wrath of God? It is unruly and out of control with no real sense of organization. Are you familiar with valkyries, Kevin? In Norse mythology, the valkyries would stand over battle fields and decide who would live to fight another day and who would die. There are so many in this company that deserve to feel my vengeance... but disorganization is a mistake I can't afford to make. Casper is my valkyrie. She decides whose turn it is to suffer and who temporarily lives to fight another day. She has also been a manager for three years now and is more than competent to be in my corner.

Kevin Anderson: So, I suppose this brings me to my last question. Before you ever stepped into an ACW ring, you were working for Stephan Russo from the very beginning and active in his plans to destroy ACW. After BK kicked you to the curb, you were offered a contract by Chairman Gingerdude to come back as a member of the ACW roster, but now you're claiming that you want to destroy it. So, seeing how you're being ungrateful for your second chance in the company that signs MY paychecks,why do you hate ACW so much, Henry?

Henry McKaye: Are you familiar with the story of Rome, Kevin? The Roman Empire, a nation of warriors and conquerors took on the world with gritted teeths, clinched fists, and a desire for glory. After a length of time, they became sluggish and lazy... then the Empire fell. I see ACW in the same light. We've seen a promotion that was once full of proud warriors like Yoko Satoshi, BK London, Chance Emmerson, and Latino now rely on deviants like RSXZ, Double Penetration, and Dan White to take the reigns. ACW's time at the top has fallen, Kevin, and it is time for someone to help push them into the oncoming decline. I told everyone that I will be the Harbinger of Doom for ACW, the Alpha and Omega... the beginning and the end. My goal in Alpha Championship Wrestling is simple... take control of the World title and drive this promotion nose first into a decline. I hate this promotion because I have to in order to achieve my fate. It is my destiny, Kevin. I'm a human cancer who will poison this promotion until its vital organs fail. So, if I were you, Kevin... I'd start looking elsewhere for job opportunities.

Henry, who had been cool and collected throughout the interview, calmly stood up from his seat, and walked away from the studio. Left behind, Kevin awkwardly looked around him, trying to see if this was some sort of plan or set-up, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Kevin slowly removed his sunglasses and looked into the camera.

Kevin Anderson: So... um... well, this has been Kevin Anderson. Thanks for watching folks...

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Segment: Unexpected Terror (Credit: FSX/Mainer)

Sitting in a room of mirrors, one might believe that someone was trying to take a deeper look into themselves. One might even believe that they were staring into every reflection of what they have been, what they are, and what they will become. Others, however, believe such deep stuff to be pointless and pure bullshit. So as one Fallen Souls appeared to be incredibly focused, resting as he sat in a room that gave him absolutely no sight of the outside world, and only a reflection of himself, it was likely a good idea not to bother him. Unless it was to question how the cameraman miraculously wasn't in the shot...But yes, it was likely a journey to inner peace and enlightenment. He had a huge match still to come later on in the evening, and he had to do everything he could to properly prepare for it. To be ready to be part of a team, and not just a lone warrior.

FSX: Alright...A few more minutes of calming myself the fuck down, and then I can go and prepare with Kiss..

Sighing softly, Fallen was clearly referring to his inner child suddenly exploding in profanity and adrenaline earlier on in the evening. Not something you would want to happen if your trying your best to keep a level head. Closing his eyes for a moment as a smile came to his face, it would appear that Fallen was finally nearing such a state.

FSX: Finally, another chance to do something that has evaded my grasp for years and years...to become a true champion, and hold a title that had been so impossible to imagine having in the past. Those lesbians may have haunted my dreams, but it's finally time!

Suddenly looking up as he heard a soft sound in the distance, his eyes would be quick to dart around his chamber of solitude for a location of it. Who would dare to interrupt him as he was expressing such an inner peace?! Ruin his train of thought?...Wait...if he was thinking back to that time as a King of Satire, is it possible his demons were coming back to haunt him?! Jumping up from his chair with this thought in mind, he was quick to walk around in a circle and try to spot any break in his happy land.

FSX: Oh fuck...what have I done?! This always happens when I think back to those times!!!! Damn it...alright, who is it this time that's come back to haunt me? Some kind of living Kennedy? Oh..or Nelson Mandela? I never did get his shoes cleaned...wait....oh god.

His face suddenly went a stark white, eyes widening as fear reigned over him viciously. What could possibly strike such a disturbance in an individual that was usually so calm and relaxed? Especially one that just spent an unknown amount of time calming himself down...perhaps he's finally just gone crazy.

FSX: It couldn't be....please god, anything but Hunter. That would just suck...

Hearing a knocking to the walls that surrounded him now, he would quickly back away, pressing himself to one of the mirrors as he slowly would sink down it, shaking his head repeatedly as he imagined the evil man that JUST WOULDN'T DIE was coming back to kill him...Or worse, give his baseless opinion! Frantic to find an escape from this place, it would soon prove to be too late. The knocking grew louder and louder, before suddenly one of the mirrors was simply shattered, and the individual that entered was simply horrifying! A true evil! It was Danny Mainer!!!...Wait, that's not so scary. Well, aside from the fact he seemed to be breathing heavily, and staring death as Fallen as he clutched onto a chair tightly.

Mainer: It's your fault...IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!

FSX: Oh, whew. I was worried there for a second. It's just you.

Mainer: Shut up...SHUT UP! I didn't give you permission to talk, so you don't get too! You screwed me again, Fallen! STOP SCREWING ME! IT HURTS!

As Fallen began to brush himself off and soon returned to his feet, it seemed evident that he was ignoring Mainer to start off with...well, for the most part. He did pause to stare at him in confusion as he mentioned screwing him, not quite sure just what he meant...not quite sure he wanted to know.

FSX: Uhh...right. Well, if you don't mind I've got to go and find Kiss now. We've got to get ready for our exciting and actually important match for the tag titles! Have fun stalking retired people!

Beginning to walk forward with the intent of strolling right past the infuriated Mainer, he was stopped and had to duck as a chair was suddenly swung toward his head, clearly just a bit surprised as Fallen was quick to get out of the way.

FSX: The hell is your problem?

Mainer: You keep taking everything from me! First you took the push that I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN, and won the World Title..after losing..TO ME! Then you distracted me when I was about to win my match against that popular Asian guy, and become a world title contender! WHY?!

Mainer then tossed the chair to the ground as he would charge toward Fallen again, FSX having no trouble dodging this broken up charge as he stumbled on by, turning around intent on doing it again as the Korean veteran could only shake his head in disgust.

FSX: All you were about to do was cheat to win again, and all I did was show my face. You need to stop blaming others for your own stupidity, and learn to step up and be a man.

Mainer: Bullshit, I call bullshit! You egged me on by being there, and I'm more a man then you could ever fucking be!

A brief tremble in his arm would be one of the only signs of warning Mainer received, as Fallen looked down to the ground for a moment and thought back to earlier on the evening once more. He meant what he said, and even if he tried his best to calm down he wasn't going to stop meaning it.

FSX: Your pathetic. I've never met someone who would belittle someone with absolutely no basis, aside from not getting something that they wanted. So you think titles are shiny? So you want to be a World Champion? Then why not go after the title? Oh, that's right. Because even you know that you have NO chance of ever winning it, and Zero would just be joking around if he ever gave your sorry ass a shot.

Mainer: That's not true, I just have priority. I can be the World Champion anytime I want to be, but what I want first is REVENGE from everyone who wronged me! It just so happens to be your turn!

Laughing softly for a moment as Mainer got up in a huff about what was said, Fallen would shake his head and begin to approach the Psycho Butcher without even a hint of fear, a smile upon his face as he walked up to him and looked to him for a moment, only to shake his head.

FSX: I'm sorry, I don't think I'm being clear enough with you. I do plan on fighting you, and I do plan on teaching you a lesson. You know, trying to turn you into a human being. All I'm saying now is that your currently a sad excuse for one, and the only laugh I get from you is watching you desperately grab at people for attention.

Mainer: What?! That's fucking rid--

FSX: I know, it's ridiculous, right? I'm just that crazy guy that nobody likes, who did some stuff by fluke. Yeah, I don't really care what you think though. So if you'll excuse me, I've got a match to get ready for.

Clearly dumbfounded and frozen up for a moment as Fallen said this, he patted his current adversaries shoulder and just like that he was gone. He had two notable choices of how to deal with this, and for once he took the road less traveled by. He was going to treat Mainer the way he was Mainer, and for once all he had to do was state what he believed to be the truth. Leaving him standing there, enraged and confused at what had just been said, it's blatantly obvious that this isn't over. Not even close.

Fade to black.

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Match 2: Dave Tyler vs. Henry McKaye (Credit: Damien Deniro)

Dave Tyler vs. Henry McKaye--One Fall to a Finish.

This match was important for both men. Dave Tyler looking to continue to garner momentum in his pursuit of the Entertainment Champion and Henry McKaye looking to round back into form after a week off. Both competitors made their entrances as Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Eddison hyped each wrestler, setting the tone for what was sure to be a fast paced match.

The Beginning

The match started off slower than expected as these two men having never faced each other went through a feeling out period. A couple of quick engagements were broken before finally the two went at each other and stayed locked in. Dave Tyler tried to force McKaye into a corner, but he had other ideas, dropping out of the tie up and executing a picture perfect gut-wrench suplex. This allowed McKaye to take control of the match right from the start as he wasted no time in going right into a abdominal stretch. As the fans willed Dave Tyler to fight out of the hold, McKaye started playing the War Drums, slapping the abdomen of Dave Tyler causing it to turn candy cane red. McKaye looked to have complete control as the submission manoeuvre put the lock down on Dave Tyler’s high flying offence but in an act of desperation a high elbow connected with the temple of McKaye allowing Tyler to loosen the hold. Rather than let Tyler get out without incurring any damage transitions the hold into a side slam and covers Tyler for a two count.

The Middle

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After the side slam Henry McKaye lifted Dave Tyler to his feet but Tyler batted the arm away and countered with a knife ends chop of his own. A European uppercut forced McKaye back another step and then down to one knee as Dave Tyler went to work on the base with a low drop kick right to the knee cap. As McKaye got to his feet Dave Tyler went to work with some innovative offence using his head, literally knocking McKaye out of the ring but also suffering for a moment the ill effects of impact. Shaking off the cobwebs Dave ignored the referee who was counting out Henry McKaye and goes between the second and third ropes with a suicide dive taking McKaye back down to the arena floor. Dave Tyler fired a few rights to the skull of Henry McKaye before tossing him into the ring to break the count at eight. Tyler waited on the outside as McKaye worked his way to his feet and then started to fly hitting him with a springboard cross body. McKaye however rolled through. keeping the shoulders down for a lateral press that almost ended the match with Tyler barely getting the shoulder up at two and half..

The End[/u]

With the match seemingly at hand McKaye rolled off of Tyler and pulled him to his feet, looking to hit him with The Last Gift and end the match. Dave had other ideas however as before McKaye could get him into position Dave connected with a spinning neck breaker, catching McKaye off guard. The Impact was almost enough for the win but McKaye kicked out at two. Dave got to his feet and waited for McKaye to do the same, ready to put the match to rest. McKaye pulled himself to his feet using the ropes in the corner to help himself up. Dave went into the corner looking for a large blow with the knee to the skull but McKaye ducked out of the way. Dave however wasn’t going to place himself in an awkward predicament, instead running up the turnbuckle and leap off backwards and landing on the shoulders of McKaye before bringing him down with a beautiful hurricanrana and another two count. Rolling off of McKaye Dave sized his foe up as he rose to a solid base before connecting with Diabetes Disaster for the fall.

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By pinfall following a Diabetes Disaster…Dave Tyler[/u][/I][/center]

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Segment: Deja Vu (Credit: Dan White)

We come back from commercials, and we can here shouting and arguing before the camera even fades back in. However when it does, there's not much surprise as to who's doing the shouting. Dan White is kicking and screaming, grabbing the attention of the crew workers and wrestlers around as four security guards drag him through the corridors. Craig Lewis emerges through one of the doors, and looks pleased as Dan's arms and legs flail helplessly, but he's able to keep himself calm enough to get a coherent sentence in.

Dan: YOU! FLEBEB-ARGHH!! GET THE FUCKING FECK FALARCK-

Lewis, as much as he loves to see Dan squirm, is curious to know what he's attempting to say.

Lewis: All right guys, hang on a sec. Let him speak.

The guards pause, but still keep a firm grasp on the Welsh Dragon.

Lewis: Okay then Dan. What do you want?

Dan glares at Lewis, like he's the antichrist. He grunts, snarling as he responds.

Dan: Listen, ginger pubes....I want XS3. He cost me the International Title. Is that too much to fucking ask for?

Lewis: Haha, Dan. I know where you're coming from. And you're right, XS3 did cost you your title. But tonight, there's an important Tag Team Titles match, and I just cannot trust you to interfere and cost XS3 his belt. I just can't. It's for the best interests of the company.

Dan snarls again, spitting in Lewis's direction.

Dan: That's what I care about the direction of the company you're taking it.

Lewis shakes his head with disgust, but the boos for the deputy chairman can be clearly head.

Lewis: Now Dan, there's no need to be vulgar. All I'm saying is that you're not needed here tonight! There was no reason for you to dab your nose in. You weren't booked on the card for a reason, and that's for you to take the night off!

Dan scowls at Lewis again.

Lewis: Take the rest of the night off. That's an order, Dan. If I see you here again tonight, then consider yourself suspended without pay for the next 6 months.

More boos from the crowd, as Dan just glares at Lewis, without a word. Lewis smirks back.

Lewis: I hope you enjoy your night off, Dan.

The four security guards drag Dan away, who looks like anything that possibly could have gone wrong has gone wrong. But stop the press! There's still two more shaven Welsh lads running amok! Hmm.....

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Not As Random As You May Think
Credit: Jake(Cheng + Steele)

Gotta love the distributive property. Anyway, Jake Steele opens the door to Jake Cheng’s locker room. The Chinese Phenom sits in the middle of the room, legs crossed, eyes closed, breathing deeply; meditating. How stereotypical! Steele tip toes into the room (watching a black man tip toe is quite funny if you have never seen it before) and closes the door as quietly as he can. He quietly turns back around to see Cheng standing in front of him, and somehow he changed into the same outfit as the old dude who taught the chick from Kill Bill how to do the five finger palm technique...just kidding about that. But he did scare the shit out of Steele, fucker.

Steele - Oh shit![/COLOR]

Jake Cheng: Not going to knock?

Steele - Don’t do dat shit![/color]

Jake Cheng: Sorry.

Steele - So was you gettin' ready for our match tonight, or what?[/color]

Jake Cheng: Yes.

Steele - Dat's cool man... wait... what da fuck happened to your room? It looks like Hurricane Russo stormed through dis bitch.[/color]

Jake Cheng: Heh. This used to be the Top Draw locker room…everything was BK’s.

Steele - Damn son. I thought you two signed a prenup when you became tag champs... and even if you didn't... you still shoulda got half, cause well... you know.[/color]

Jake Cheng: Heh, good one.

Steele - But hey, he'll forever be watchin' you... from dis poster.[/color]

Steele walks over to the poster to examine it more clearly. He looks at the nickname and snickers under a breath a little bit. Meanwhile, someone in the locker room over starts to play music very loudly, the beat shaking the walls. It's probably Freeman, playing some Jewish Metal.

Steele - The "Bad Guy" though?[/color]

Jake Cheng: Yeah, apparently that was his next gimmick.

Steele - I wonder what dat was gonna be about... he probably would have started dressin' like Kanye.[/color]

Good timing. The song playing next door suddenly changes to “Say Hello” by Jay Z. Jake Steele smiles and Cheng starts bobbing his head to the seemingly unfamiliar beat. Well unfamiliar to Cheng atleast, Steele probably downloaded that shit from Limewire the day it came out!

Steele - It's that Rocafella music....soulful...

Jake Cheng: What?

Jake Steele: Say hello
To the bad guy
They say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace
That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me
Let me yell ya what I ain't.

Jake Cheng: I ain't playing,
Life's short, so I aimed
I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
Its twice as hard to get a job that's paying
So I ain't payin' attention to what you saying

Steele - Rain-drops keep falling on my brain
Constant in the drop, all flames
I'm so hot even if the weather change
I don't have no top, I'm insane
Remember darkskinned Jermaine?
Suede in the rain, I'm sorta kinda the same
Except I'm no lame and you gonna know my name
Before I go to work and feel my pain

Jake Cheng: Saying, I'm a bad guy, why's that?
Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, I react
Secretly though, I know you admire that
You wish you had the balls to fire back--
Say hello, uh, uh, hello, uh. uh
You wish you had the balls to fire back
Say Hello.

Together: Say hello
To the bad guy
They say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace
That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me
Let me yell ya what I ain't.

Suddenly, Stan the Cameraman busts into the locker room, dressed as normal, except for the color on his shirt is popped. He starts into the next verse, moving his hands and arms around like a fool as the Jakes watch.

Stan the Cameraman: I ain't no ordinary nigga
Look around and see what 'ordinary' gets ya
Extraordinary figures
I'm an extra-ordinary nigga
Before my name became Jigga
Before I sang, I had that thang on sippers
Can't complain bout what they ain't gonna give ya
That ain't gonna get you shit, might as well give up
Or get up, get out and get something, nigga
Get a job, my nigga, or get to dumping
Only God can judge him, only he without sin
Can tell me if my means can justify my ends
Til' then, I'm just gonna fly in the Benz
Wire my friends through Western Union
Sssshhhh....surprisin’ my sister, knockin'
Here comes the bad guy again!
Say hello, Uh uh, Hello, uh uhm Hello
Here comes the bad guy again

All Three: They say I'm a bad guy
Say Hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace
That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me
Let me tell ya what I ain't

And for the last verse, The Bad Guy himself begins to rap. And he even put on his hip-hop ring gear:

The Bad Guy: We ain't thugs for the sake of just being thugs
Nobody do that where we grew at, nigga, DUH!
The poverty line, we not above
So out come the mask and glove cause we ain't feelin' the love
We ain't doing crime for the sake of doing crime
We movin' dimes cause we ain't doin' fine
One out of three of us is locked up doing time
You know what that type of shit can do to a nigga mind?
My mind on my money, money on my mind
If you owe me ten dollars, you ain't giving me nine
You all ain't give me 40 acres and a mule
So I got my Glock 40, now I'm cool
And if Al Sharpton is speaking for me
Somebody get him the word and tell him I don't approve
Tell him I'll remove the curses
If you tell me our schools gonna be perfect
When Jena 6 don't exist
Tell him that's when I'll stop saying bitch---BITCH!

All Four: Say hello
To the bad guy
They say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace
That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me
Let me yell ya what I ain't.

The song ends. Stan, embarrassed at how many times he said the n-word, leaves the room with his head hung low. The BK poster goes back to its original form. Steele and Cheng have one final face off.

Steele - You know we done fought a bunch of times out in dat ring.[/color]

Jake Cheng: Yep.

Steele - You know dat it's gonna be our last match, ever, right?[/color]

Jake Cheng: Yep.

Steele puts his fist out for a pound, and smiles as Cheng looks down at his black fist. He wonders if he's being accepted into the black panthers, but he then hears what Steele says.

Steele - ...You know you my nigga, right?[/color]

Jake Cheng: ...Word

They pound fist. The Truth leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. The Asian Extraordinaire laughs and shakes his head, recalling the events that just took place. Probably the same thing you are all doing.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

”Delirium”
Credit: Danny Mainer

Danny Mainer is shown walking backstage, the show is almost finished but Mainer seems to be leaving early. He only came to the building to play Hide and Seek with Raymond but that was all. Though he doesn’t know it as he casually seeks to get onto his Ducatti monster he’s in for one hell of an experience as he heads along the long and narrow corridor towards the car park. Danny whistles the tune to Stranglehold by Ted Nugent as he strolls along the corridor, his hearing disabled from the fact that he has a pair of headphones jammed in his ear playing the same song. As he reaches the fire escape doors for the car park he goes to press forward.

!BANG!

His ear drums blow from the sound of a loud explosion and he’s completely blinded. He crashes to the floor in a violent heap as a sharp pain smashes straight into his spine. The explosive device having destroyed his ability to hear or see his ability to fight back is also gone. Clearly, the flashbang grenade has worked and soon Mainer is unconscious after the ninth or so chair strike to the back. His assailant, who isn’t seen soon sprints away from the scene of this well-prepared and even better executed crime with a smile from ear to ear. Danny feels his body melting away in the daze of unconsciousness and after several hours he finally returns to consciousness. He peels his eyes open, in agonizing amounts of pain but he can feel a presence to his side. Danny slowly sits up and looks around to see himself in a bedroom and fast asleep next to him is a hot Asian girl. Danny is completely naked himself and is shocked to see himself surrounded by paper walls.

Danny Mainer: ”Where the fuck am I?!”

He realizes he should be quiet, but it’s too late for that as the girl next to him slowly wakes out of her trance. She sits up slowly yawning like a tiger, her mouth agape and on full display for Danny. Danny climbs out of bed and wanders over to the exit of the bedroom stark naked. He doesn’t really care at this stage how well dressed he is, he can’t find his clothes anyways. He steps out of the bedroom and the second he opens the doors he’s attacked by two Japanese women with an oriental robe. Danny yells in shock but he brings up both arms in defence but these two geisha girls are dressing him. It comes to the realization that Danathy isn’t in Kansas anymore and as he gets dressed from his naked form into silken traditional Japanese gear he realises that he has total control here. The two geisha’s then hold his hand and gently lead him along the corridor from the bedroom in what appears to be a living room with a huge flat screen TV and a series of large and obviously an expensive sofa. A middle-aged Japanese business man is sat on his own playing Call of Duty on the HD-TV on the wall.

Danny Mainer: ”Uhh… konichiwa?”

Japanese Business Man: “Mr. Mainer, your Japanese was a lot better after a few jugs of sake, I’ll tell you that much my friend! Hahaha!”

Danny Mainer: ”Where am I?”

Japanese Business Man: “Welcome to Japan my good friend. I’m so glad you went to the liberty of stealing the Mitsubishi portable armoury for us from the Nippon-kai Yakuza because now we’ve got a way into their fortress. Your work was immaculate!”

Danny Mainer: ”How did I get here?”

Japanese Business Man: “My friend, we brought you here. You ‘re a guest of honour for us. It’s always good to have a celebrity onboard.”

Danny Mainer: ”I’m sorry sir but you have me mistaken. I’m no criminal or gangster, I need to get back to America. I have no idea how I got here but I need to get back home.”

Japanese Business Man: “You ARE home. This is your house, not mine Mr. Mainer. For doing what you did for us, you’ve earned yourself this LUXURY Tokyo penthouse. As disrespectful as it may be to appear naked in public view sir, I’d advise you to take off your robe and observe your right arm.”

Danny with a look of horrified confusion on his face does as he is told and to his shock he sees a Japanese opera mask tattooed onto his right bicep. Mainer was never a tattoo person but now he’s marked. He quickly refastens his robes and stares at the bemused business man.

Danny Mainer: ”I’m so completely lost.”

Business Man: “Come with me. I’ll explain everything.”

The Japanese business man pauses and walks towards a set of doors behind him and the couch. He walks over and pushes it open as Mainer follows behind him. Cold air rushes in and it’s obvious that this is a balcony door. They walk out into the cold, winter night air and lo-and-behold, the man wasn’t bullshitting. They’re in Tokyo alright… but when Mainer looks down onto the city streets below and sees that he’s standing above a labyrinth of neon and to his immense surprise floating cars he nearly drops a load in his pants.

Danny Mainer: ”I’m in Neo… Tokyo?!?!”

Japanese Business Man: “Yes.”

Danny Mainer: ”Oh my God.”

Danny throws up over the rail but as the splatter falls to the ground he sees that it’s shaped like his face. His vision blurs and soon he feels himself melting away again. Danny feels himself being hoisted up but and he opens his eyes fully and widely before he realizes that he’s changed location again and now he’s an ambulance.

Paramedic: “Mainer’s awake, albeit wrecked! Hey kid, you’re gonna’ be alright!”

Danny stares him dead in the face with a horrified and confused expression. For the first time in his 28 year life, he’s actually speechless.

Paramedic: “That’s a badass tattoo by the way!”

Danny stares at his right arm where the paramedic points and sees the opera mask tattooed onto his arm. He’s woken from his fantasy of NeoTokyo but it seemed so real and he has the scars to prove it. What the fuck just happened to him?!

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Off the Air AND On the Air Segment: No More Games (Credit: Train)

The following YOU don't see, as a matter of fact, nobody sees it.

Chef has been through a lot these past couple weeks, and the only thing on his mind is revenge against the Doomtrain. He doesn't blame Thunder Train for what's been happening, but he wants to get rid of the demon inside of him so he won't hurt anymore. He is getting ready to address the ACW. To discuss what happened to him last week. Being thrown through a window has left him a bit scared. No camera crews are present, only him and his family.

Kelsey: Leon, are you sure you want to wrestle? I mean, you seemed pretty hurt last year when you wrestled Alicia and you can't keep competing in matches like this. You're gonna die.

Chef: I don't think so. I can save Train, I know there's good in him. I can't allow Doomtrain to take him over and destroy the ACW that I and everyone else knows.

Kelsey: You have a family now! You can't continuing being a hero like this. You need to know when to step down, and I think it's time to for good.

Chef: Just one more time...

Kelsey: NO! You have a child to care about-- Speaking of which where is Jerome?

AHHHHHHHHH!

The shrieking noise is heard and both concerned parents jump up and run into the kitchen. There stands Train holding young Jerome over a pot of boiling water! Jerome cries out again and his tears flow down his face. Leon and Kelsey just stand there shocked at what they are seeing.

Chef: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

Train: THE TRAIN WANTS HIS BABY BACK RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Kelsey: YOU ARE A SICK MAN!

Train: Please, I'm perfectly healthy. Chef, if you want your son to see tomorrow I suggest you go on the air and say that you aren't going to fight me. Say that you are a pussy and you are only half the man that I am.

Chef: What are you afraid of me?

Train: AFRAID? OF YOU? HA! The Train is afraid of no man. But you see, facing you in a match would hurt my plans of totally destroying ACW. So with you out of the picture, I can concentrate on destroying the rest of my "friends."

Kelsey: LET GO OF MY SON!

Train: Very poor choice of words. Now Chef, you are on in about 3 minutes. I suggest you go get ready.

Chef turns his head and leaves the kitchen slowly. Train follows with the pot of boiling water. He puts some duct tape over Jerome's mouth so he won't be able to scream. Kelsey follows Chef and stands behind him while he sits in his chair. The camera turns on.

The following happens on ACW TV.

Chef appears on the Alphatron and the crowd cheers. Chef doesn't really smile and looks over to Train and his son. Train clears his throat and begins to talk.

Chef: Hello ACW fans. My name is Leon Chase. I was gonna come on here tonight and talk about what I was going to do to Thunder Train at Ragnarok in the Hell's Kitchen match. I was also going to discuss what happened to me last week when I got thrown through the window. However, a decision that I talked about with my family, I have determined that I will not be wrestling again at Ragnarok or any other time in ACW.

The Crowd boos.

Chef: I cannot afford to be injured anymore than I already am and I need to take care of my family here. I'm sorry to those who were expecting to see me return, but I will not be able to. Thank you.

The camera turns off.

Train: Good, but you forgot the half the man that I am thing.

Chef: But I'm not and you know it.

Train: Fine it was close enough. You can have your son back.

Train lifts up Jerome and takes the duct tape off his mouth. He lifts him away from the pot of water and is about to set him down.

Train: ....IF YOU CAN FISH HIM OUT!

Train whips the boy back up and throws him into the water. A disturbing hissing noise is heard as the kid struggles to get out of the water. Chef and Kelsey both jump up to help him. They fish him out but he is severely burned. Train stands next to them and laughs.

Train: LIKE FATHER LIKE SON, EH LEON?

Train kicks the back door out and leaves, still laughing. Kelsey jumps up and dials 911 while Chef holds his son, trying to calm him down. He stares back at Train and comes to a realization....

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Backstage Face Off
Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams

As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in a medical room. Dave Tyler sits on a fold out table, being examined by a doctor who flashes a light in to his eyes, making sure he’s ok. Dave looks banged up after his match with McKaye, as he holds the back of his head and stretches himself. The Doctor turns off the light and starts to walk away from Dave, heading over to a bag which he has left over on a counter.

Doctor: Ok, Dave. You’re all clear. You took your usual level of a beating, but don’t worry. You’ll be ready to go again in no time.

Man’s Voice: Good. I wouldn’t want to hear he was too injured to fight me again....

Dave and the Doctor look towards the door; Chris Williams stands there, leaning against the side with his arms folded. He has a cheeky little smile on his face, and Dave lets out a little laugh. He nods and looks back at the Doctor.

Dave: Thanks Doc.

Dave hops down off the table and heads for the door, grabbing his ring jacket on the way and throwing it on over his shoulders. He turns sideways and slips out the door past Chris, heading out in to the coridoor. Chris waits a second and follows after him.

Chris: Dave. We need to talk.

The camera changes, as Dave walks down the hallway, trying to get away from Chris. Though he doesn’t run, he is walking faster than usual. Chris speeds up as well, and strides along behind him by about a foot.

Chris: Dave?

Dave: What Chris? In case you didn’t know, I’m a busy man, and I have places to go. People to see. Things to do. So on and so forth.

Chris: Really?

Dave: Well, no. But I don’t feel like talking to you tonight to be honest.

Chris: Fine. But what about the Entertainment Challenge series? Don’t you have any crazy ideas for me tonight?

Dave: Not tonight Chris. Consider this a night off for you. In case you missed it, I had a big match with McKaye tonight, so I’m not really in the mood....

Chris: What, not in the mood to entertain? Not a good thing for someone who wants to be the entertainment champion to say.

Dave stops in his tracks, so suddenly that Chris bumps into him, nearly sending the two men flying. Dave and Chris regain their composure. Dave folds his arms and stares at Chris, an angry look in his eyes.

Dave: What’s this really about Chris?

Chris: I want to settle this. The title situation I mean. We need to determine who the better wrestler is once and for all. Soon.

Dave: I agree.

Chris: No more stupid games. Just you and me. In a match we can’t draw in. For the title.

Dave: Got any ideas?

Chris: Yeah. One. But I want to run it by ACW staff first. Provided they give us the go ahead, lets say that next week on Meltdown, we go out to that ring, we sign the contracts and waivers and what ever else we need to sign to sort this whole thing out. Agreed?

Dave: Fine. Yeah, agreed.

Chris: Cool. See you next week.

Chris turns round and heads back the way he came, down the hall. The camera moves round Dave as Dave turns to watch Chris leave. As much as Dave may try to hide it, a smile touches the upper corner of his mouth. A sense of intrigue and wonder comes over him. What exactly has Chris planned for them....

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Sending a Message
Jack Jefferson


ACW returns from a commercial break and the cameras pan around the arena to show off the fact the fans in attendance are having a great time, as per usual. Their good mood doesn’t last for long, however, as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and the cheers turn into boos. The reception is hostile, to say the least, as Jefferson struts through the curtain. Judging by the smirk plastered on his face Jefferson couldn’t give a flying fuck. He struts down the ramp, exchanging trash talk with the fans lucky enough to be seated next to the entrance ramp, even getting in the face of a fan gutsy enough to stare him out. As the fan begins to yell obscenities Jefferson smirks, clearly pleased with his ability to wind the fans up, and continues on his way. He rolls into the ring, demanding a microphone which he is promptly handed.

Standing centre-stage Jefferson goes to bring the microphone up to his lips but just as he makes to speak the crowd’s boos grow significantly. The cocky smirk fades from Jefferson’s face and is replaced with one of irritation as he exhales visibly. He then points to his wrist and then points downwards to the ring, saying he’s got nothing but time. As the boos finally begin to die down the smirk returns and the mic is raised upwards once more...only for the fans to cut him off once more. This time there is more than a hint of irritation on Jefferson’s face, on his face is definite anger. The next time Jefferson brings the mic up he ignores the increased volume of the boos and speaks over the noise of the crowd.

Jefferson: I am trying to speak so shut the FUCK up!!

The crowd don’t respond simply by chanting “Shut the fuck up!” right back at Jefferson, who is clearly growing more and more irate by the second.

Jefferson: I suppose you think you’re funny don’t you? I suppose you think it makes you cool to interrupt me?!

The crowd cheer loudly for themselves, confirming that they do indeed think it’s cool. Jefferson grits his teeth and yells out in anger which elicits a response of laughter from the audience.

Jefferson: Yeah, yeah laugh it up! Last Thursday, someone else thought it was acceptable to interrupt me. Jonny Spade seemed to think he was well within his rights to derail my glorious return!

The audience cheer the mention of Jonny Spade which, naturally, doesn’t help Jefferson’s already foul mood.

Jefferson: Jonny Spade had the gall to come out here and question my credentials by reeling off a list of titles he’s chanced upon. He’s done nothing outside of this company! If I was to go through all the titles I’ve won around the world the show would run into overtime, before we’ve even had any matches. Not only did he interrupt me to list off his “achievements” but he had the downright nerve to challenge me to prove myself! ME?! I don’t need to prove myself to anybody...but I’ll do it just to wipe the self-righteous smirk off his fucking face!!

The crowd boo this and Jefferson’s smirk returns to his face, pleased with himself for once more riling the crowd up.

Jefferson: Soon enough Jonny Spade will see, and feel, the error of his ways! That is exactly why I’m out here – to send that sonuvabitch a message, loud and clear! This message is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive so turn your heads and face the screen, if any of you lazy slobs can summon the energy, and bask in my glory!

Jefferson retreats to the corner, lounging across the ropes, as every eye in the arena turns to face the AlphaTron and the lights dim slightly.

18/01/09 / * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive * \ - Enjoy! - The video opens with the camera trained on Jack Jefferson, who is furiously playing away on his Sony PSP. What game he’s playing is unknown, but what is clear is that he’s getting frustrated with whatever game he’s playing. As Jefferson repeatedly swears under his breath cameraman Mike decides to pan around the surroundings. As it turns out, Jefferson and Mike are in the back of a taxi in what appears to be slow-moving traffic. Mike points the camera out of the window to give us all a view of what’s going on outside the cab, which is apparently nothing. That is until an extremely attractive young lady happens to walk past the taxi. Mike quickly focuses on her perky breasts which are bouncing slightly as she walks and seem on the verge of escaping from her extremely low-cut top. He stays trained upon her...targets until she has passed the taxi when he, naturally, focuses on her arse which shakes an inordinate amount as she walks. As she rounds the corner Mike lets out a lustful, and frankly disturbing, sigh before turning his attention back to the supposed focus of this video...Jack Jefferson. Jefferson is still playing on his PSP but it doesn’t last long as he hurls the console into the Perspex dividing window behind the driver, shattering it everywhere and scaring the shit out of the driver in the process. Jefferson: FUCK OFF! THAT WAS NEVER A FUCKING PENALTY OR A RED FUCKING CARD!! Mike: Fifa again? Jefferson: Yeah, I just lost the FA Cup cos the fucking referee decided it was a penalty! Bullshit decision!! Mike can be heard opening his mouth to talk but he thinks better of it, he knows it’s not wise to disagree with Jefferson about the legitimacy of the referee’s decisions on a computer game. Instead he does another quick sweep of the inside of the taxi, showing the scattered PSP components on the floor and a brief shot of the driver breathing deeply to get over the shock of what just happened. The camera shakes and Mike turns quickly to face Jefferson, who is prodding him on the arm. He points out of the window once he’s confident he has Mike’s full attention. Jefferson: Is that? ... You know I think it is! ... Yeah, that’s definitely him!! Mike: ...who? Before Mike has his question answered Jefferson leaps out of the taxi door and sprints across the road. Whilst swearing under his breath Mike dives out of his door, the picture going all shaky due to his hurry. He can be seen hurling a random amount of cash at the taxi driver before heading off after Jefferson as fast as possible. In the background the driver can be heard yelling “This isn’t enough!” but Mike decides he’s got selective hearing. As Mike reaches Jefferson, his breathing heavy, he has to fight his way through a small crowd. When he reaches the centre he is greeted by the sight of Jefferson stomping the crap out of somebody. Who, we’re not entirely certain as the guy’s hood is up and he’s face down on the concrete. Needless to say, Jefferson must have something against him. This hypothesis is quickly proven to be valid as Jefferson hauls the guy to his feet, punching him in the face, and proceeds to throw him, headfirst through the window of a nearby Café. The crowd gasp in horror as this happens and quickly duck for cover as shards of glass fly everywhere. Mike hastily zooms in on the guy’s face; unfortunately it’s hard to tell who it is because Mike appears to have turned auto-focus off, the idiot. Mike: Er...Jack...who is that? Jefferson: That’s Jonny Spade you dumb twat! Jefferson pauses for a second as he takes another look at the man he just assaulted and threw through a window. Jefferson: ...isn’t it!? Mike: I don’t think so. Just looks like a guy in a Spade hoody with a goatee to me! Jefferson: Oh...FUCK! Let’s get the hell outta here then! Jefferson wastes no time in running from the scene, with Mike tailing him and trying to keep his camera steady. Jefferson, rapidly looking smaller and smaller, looks back to check why Mike isn’t keeping up. Jefferson: And turn that camera off you dumb fuck! Mike can be heard fumbling briefly for the power button as the picture shakes wildly. The screen then goes black.

The booing is deafening as we return to the arena with a loud “Fuck you Jefferson!” chant on accompanying vocals. Jefferson, meanwhile, simply stands in the centre of the ring looking extremely proud of himself. His usual smirk is, if it’s possible, wider than usual.

Jefferson: On that occasion I may have gotten the wrong guy but I think that right now Jonny Spade should be thanking his lucky stars he looks so fucking generic! Next time, Spade, I won’t make a mistake and it’ll be you layed the fuck out on a Café floor wondering what in the blue hell just happened!

As Jefferson pauses to add extra emphasis to what he’s saying a fan jumps the barrier and attempts to rush the ring. Fortunately the ACW security guards are on their toes tonight and pounce on the overzealous fan before he’s barely had a chance to feel what the canvas feels like. As they begin to haul him off, however, Jefferson stops them.

Jefferson: Woah, woah woah! Wait just a second. This could be fun – and I’m a fun-loving kinda guy – so let the nutjob into my ring!

The two security guards hoisting the fan back over the barrier look extremely confused. They both shrug at each other and release the fan who brushes himself off and gets into the ring, albeit a little more cautiously than his first attempt.

Jefferson: So, screwball, here’s your big moment. You’re on TV so make the most of this opportunity! Now...what exactly do you fucking want?!

Jefferson thrusts the mic into the fan’s hands and takes a couple of steps backwards. The guy looks down at the microphone in his hands with a mixture of sheer terror and confusion. It takes him a while, and one comedy “hurry the fuck up watch check” on the part of Jefferson, before he speaks.

Fan: Umm....basically, my name’s Kieran and er...that Café window you smashed in that video belonged to me. So, really, I just want some money to replace the window and cover the damage caused to my Café!

The crowd cheer for Kieran, clearly admiring his guts at standing up to Jefferson. Jefferson, meanwhile, actually looks a little taken aback. He stands for a second, seemingly considering his options, before shrugging inwardly and pulling out his wallet. This action draws a huge cheer from the crowd and a relieved Kieran allows himself a nervous smile. Jefferson steps towards Kieran as he rifles through his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash to present to him. Then, instead of presenting the cash to Kieran he can be seen to mouth “Fuck You!” whilst chucking the cash, followed by the wallet, into his face. If that wasn’t bad enough Jefferson’s wallet is followed in a flash by his right fist which clocks Kieran straight in the face and knocks him to the ground.

The crowd hurl abuse at Jefferson as he stands over the prone body of Kieran, a sick smile on his face, and hurls abuse at him. Jefferson then begins to stomp on him but before he has even had chance to think about creating a mudhole, let alone walking it dry, none other than Jonny Spade comes hurtling down the ramp to Kieran’s rescue.

The crowd explode, cheering loudly and chanting Spade’s name; unfortunately this alerts Jefferson to his presence and gives him time to bail out of the ring. As soon as he gets into the ring, Spade goes over to Kieran to check on him before pulling him to his feet and holding his arm aloft whilst the crowd cheer for him. Then Spade grabs the discarded mic and turns his attention to Jefferson as Kieran makes his way back to his seat.

Jonny: Oh real mature Jack attacking the guy that is just trying to make a living for himself. If you were half the guy that you said you were you would have just given him the money and been done with it.

The crowd cheers approving of Jonny’s words especially in this time with the way the economy is looking.

Jonny: Oh and another thing, about these challenges that you had agreed to doing, I figured out what your first task would end up being. Since its painfully obvious from watching your clip there and from what was seen live infront of us all here; you like beating up people. I thought the best way to get this whole beating up thing out of you is to put you in a match.

The crowd instantly boos hearing that they will have to see him wrestle in a match in some point in time.

Jonny: Guys…guys relax its not tonight, don’t worry.

The crowd pops hearing the news.

Jonny: Haha. Anywho this match I thought of wont be against me. So you lucked out there Jeffie. But this match would be a….GAUNTLET MATCH!

The crowd pops for hearing the match because they know that it would be hard for Jack to end up winning that kind of match, while the camera gets a shot of Jack’s face and he doesn’t look all that pleased about the match. But! He agreed to have these challenges so he has to do it. Jonny begins to laugh.

Jonny: Wow Jack that facial expression is priceless. I can tell already that your going to shit yourself from having to wrestle this match. While I wont tell you who it is that your going to be wrestling because that would ruin all the fun out of this whole thing, what I will tell you is the number of competitors that you will be wrestling. It wont be 2 people but it will be a whopping 3 people! So train hard Jackie boy…because your going to need it.

Jonny drops the mic as his music hits and he stands on the middle rope looking over at Jack who has a stare down with Jonny before turning and walking away to behind the curtain. Jonny does more posing on each of the turnbuckles before getting down from them and exiting the ring and heading to the back.

Fade to Black

OOC: Credit also goes to Jonny Spade as well for the ending

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Reality Check

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

The news that Scott’s father has a Russian mob on his tail for unpaid casino debts was shocking to say the least, but Scott managed to get his father home to his hill top abode before anyone noticed. It was still settling into Scott’s mind; the intense security measures that will need to be taken, all the regular things that Scott might take for granted are all gone, and the general reality of the situation. It was a lot to take in.

Scott woke up early; couldn’t sleep. He grabbed himself a coffee and flicked on the television; nothing on. Anything to take his mind away from his problems would be a God send; although it wasn’t every day something this exciting, no matter how seriously scary, happened in Scott’s life. Normally his life consisted of wrestling, training, family, eating, and sleeping. His father’s visit has sure got him out of his comfort zone.

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Warfare has already begun, but Scott’s father is being difficult about going to the arena. Scott stands at the bottom of the staircase and tries his best to keep his patience.

Dad: I’m not going!

Scott: Come on, Dad, nothing’s happened so far. How do they know where you are?

Dad: I’ve been on ACW television.

Scott: Oh yeah...well, they haven’t shown up. They don’t know where I live though. We’ll be alright.

Dad: You sure? Cos I’m not in the mood to deal with angry Russians right now; I’ve lost my pocket watch.

Scott: Dad, just come down stairs and let’s go.

The angry footsteps of Scott’s father trudging down the stairs make Scott roll his eyes. His dad comes down wearing an ACW hooded sweatshirt and long, dark blue jeans as well as a pair of Scott’s sunglasses.

Scott: You look like a mugger.

Dad: Maybe I’ll fit into their crowd then.

Scott: Get in the car and let’s go, huh?

Scott has to literally push his dad out the door to get him to comply, but he eventually gives in and hops in the passenger seat. Scott pulls out of the garage and onto the driveway, up to the gates. He looks both ways as he drives onto the road; due to the excessive amount of traffic, he doesn’t notice a black sedan pull out from the curb behind them.

Dad: So you got a match tonight?

Scott: No, not tonight.

Dad: So why are we even going to the arena?! We could be at home, safe and sound watching a nature doco!

Scott: I’ve been asked to have an interview with Kevin, and no matter how much I pleaded with him, the new guy upstairs just didn’t get it. Would you rather be at home by yourself?

Dad: Yes I...no I guess not...But can we hurry it up a bit?

Scott: Yeah, yeah just relax alright. I bought this place for a reason; we’re almost there.

Scott checks his mirrors and notices the car has been behind them the whole time.

Scott: Uh, I don’t wanna freak you out Dad but there’s a black sedan behind us that’s been there since we pulled out of the driveway.

Scott’s dad does indeed freak out.

Dad: Oh shit, son! Get your ass into gear and let’s get outta here!

Scott’s observation may be coincidence, but who is he to let fate decide? He puts it into 5th and burns rubber as the other car gives chase.

Dad: Well it’s either the CIA or it’s a bunch of angry Russian’s. My guess is angry Russian’s seeing as they haven’t put a blue and red bulb on the top of it...

Scott’s fathers heart pounds faster than the pistons working Scott’s Mustangs engine. Scott finally sees the ACW staff parking lot gate and pulls in with skill. He pushes the code as fast as possible and the two escape into the building as the gates begin to close. The black car pulls in but is forced to give up after being unable to work the lock. Scott hears a loud voice yell in the background.

Scott: Sounds like someone shit in his cereal.

Dad: I think I’m gonna throw up.

Scott parks up and they get out of the car as the scene fades out.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: True Fusion: To be Heroes... (Credit: Thunderkiss/FSX -- DOUBLE PENETRATION)

When the opportunity arises for something truly magical to happen, for the completely unexpected to miraculously become reality, there should be no hesitation in trying to make such a thing occur. As it relates to Fallen Souls and Thunderkiss, that thing was simultaneously becoming eternally etched into the history books of ACW. But what would that possibly require? Teamwork. These two have been known to be members of their own individual teams in the past, but never have either of them really had a unity with their partner. From stables to tag teams to the strangest of platonic bedfellows, they've always given their best but were never rewarded with chemistry.

There are some that believe the current team of Double Penetration lacks that chemistry that all of the other teams happened to lack as well, and that could feasibly be the case. They've been known to swing back from love for one another, to a point of insane rage between the two. One could refer this to Romeo and Juliet where no one wants the to be together, and the things they say and do tear them apart....but for that to be the case they'd need to be young lovers, and die in the end. As Thunderkiss is finishing up his 'special' training regimen in the back, Fallen would soon arrive as he finally reached his partner. It was time for them to plan!

FSX: Alright Kiss, are you r-- Who the fuck is that?

Staring blankly to the skanky woman that was busy collecting her things and scurrying out the door, the situation was blatantly obvious to him. Thunderkiss was getting ready with Thunderpussy.

Thunderkiss: Whoa! I know what you’re thinking there medium sized guy! She's definitely not a prostitute and I definitely didn't pay her with your money!

FSX: Oh, well that's good. I was worried there for a second that those are the two things you did.

Thunderkiss: Wait...aren't you going to yell at me? You know, tell me how wrong or stupid I am for partaking in such self destructive behavior?!

FSX: It hasn't taught you a lesson so far, what's going to change if I tell you that now?

Pausing for a moment as he thought about it, Kiss would nod and just accept it. Why not, after all? If Fallen was fine with the things that he did, and didn't try to change him to be better understanding then he could live a happier life!

Thunderkiss: True enough! So! What's the plan?

FSX: I thought alot about it, and I figure there is only one way for us to do this. They have months of experience as a team, and have grown to become a fierce unit. They have the same size and speed advantages that we have, and they aren't rookies either...so we probably can't expect to use any kind of experience in our favor. So all we have to do is overcome their teamwork and we'll win!

Thunderkiss: Yeah! There is no “I” in team, brother! Loved the pep talk, though did you need to spend so long saying that, though? I mean...it's kind of like your saying if we beat them we win.

They both stared too each other a moment as Fallen thinks about it, before he slaps his forehead and nods once, making his way into the room to grab a few of his things. So far so good, they weren't going at each others throats!...Yet!

FSX: Well..uh...yeah, that works too. I just thought I'd make it a bit more dramatic, have more people gasping and excited for the match, you know?

Thunderkiss: Oh I do. But buddy, we are running low on time. We need a plan now and we need one STAT!

Smiling to him as he suddenly ripped out a sheet of paper from the depths of a bag, covered in questionable oozes, he was quick to walk over to his partner and show him the apparently vital document.

FSX: It's simple, really. We just have to stop getting angry at each other, and stop putting ourselves first. If we work for each other, and work as one, then we can't possibly lose.

Thunderkiss: So what your saying is we need to fuse into one person? Wouldn't that make it a handicap match, buddy?

FSX: What? No, that's not what I me--

Thunderkiss: Wait! Does that mean we got to do the fusion dance from Dragonball Z? BECAUSE I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT, BROTHER!

FSX: No, you've got the wrong idea entir--

Thunderkiss: FUSSSSSSSSSSS-JIIIIIIIOOON! HA!!!!

Suddenly grinning from ear to ear like a kid on Saturday morning, TK would rush to the other side of the room and start to re-enact the effeminate dance that was used for a brief period of show on the hit show that refused to die, Dragonball Z! As he did this, Fallen just gawked at him in sheer confusion, looking just a bit disturbed as he suddenly poked at him with two fingers a few times, as if he expected something fantastic to happen.

FSX: ...Uh...

Thunderkiss: ...You didn't do the dance. It only works if you do the dance. Fingers must be touching.

FSX: You know, it looks like we might just have to wing it this time.

Thunderkiss: Sounds good to me! They won't have a chance if we don't know what we're doing! Besides, I’m Thunderkiss dammit! Why worry when it’s me we are talking about!

FSX: ..We're so fucked...

Shaking his head and sulking a bit as Kiss would try once more to fuse with him, he was quick to reach over and slap the over-sized, oversexed kid on the back of the head. This wasn't going to be easy, but at least it was going to be a natural team. They might lack a plan, or any idea on what they were doing, but they made up for that in heart! Could this rag tag group of legendary people overcome all odds and make for a storybook ending to their quest for Tag Team gold? We'll find out...NEXT!

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: ACW World Tag Team Title Match
The New Road Steelers vs. Double Penetration (Credit: Train / TK)

Phillip: The following contest, scheduled for one fall is for the ACW Tag Team Championship!

Trance music hits the sound system and out comes Double Penetration! Both Thunderkiss and FSX look confident as they make their way down the ramp way playing up to the crowd. In comparison to last month, they look more relaxed which may work in their favor tonight. Not known for their seriousness, they were out of their element at Winter’s Discontent when their own nervousness rattled them. There will be none of that tonight and as they crawl into the ring, the fun continues as they joke around with one another.

Phillip: Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of 545 pounds, THUNDERKISS AND FSX, DOUBLE PENETRATION!

"Dolla" by Fort Minor plays and the tag team champs come out to a chorus of boos now. They make their way down to the ring, ignoring the fans and concentrating on Double Penetration. As they get in front of the ring, Thunderkiss and FSX exit, allowing the New Road Steelers to pose inside the ring. XS3 slides in under the bottom rope, while Train jogs up the steps and enters over the top rope. The two then enter the center of the ring and raise up their belts.

Phillip: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 628 pounds, they are the ACW Tag Team Champions, THE NEW ROAD STEELERS!

*Bell Rings*

Both teams discuss who should start the match and it's decided it should be XS3 and FSX. The two X's enter the center of the ring and talk some trash. Then they lock up and XS3 gets an advantage because of his size...advantage. He backs FSX into a corner and the ref calls for a clean break, which he is given. Then XS3 gives a stiff slap to the face of FSX. The crowd let's out a big "OOOOH!!" as XS3 smirks and backs up. FSX holds the side of his head and smirks also. FSX steps out of the corner and the two lock up again. This time FSX drives XS3 into the opposite corner and lets out a slap of his own to even more "OOOOH!!"s. Both men smirk once more and lock up yet again. XS3 gets FSX in a side headlock and backs up to the ropes. FSX pushes him off and on the rebound, dropkicks XS3 in the head. XS3 pops up but FSX tries to hold him down for a cover.

ONE!
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*Kickout*

Right away XS3 pushes off FSX but FSX continues his attack. He stomps on XS3 a bit then drags him into the corner. With XS3 sitting down he runs and knees the head of XS3. XS3 slides down then FSX grabs his leg and sets it on the bottom rope. He leaps up and stomps on it. XS3 rolls away as best he can, holding his leg. FSX lines him up and once XS3 stands, he charges at him. XS3 however, throws him over the top rope. FSX just barely lands on the apron and kicks XS3 in the back of the head. XS3 falls forward a bit then turns around. FSX jumps on the top rope and lunges at XS3, who sees it coming and clotheslines him down. FSX falls hard on his back and XS3 covers him.

ONE!
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TW-

*Kickout*

FSX gets his shoulder up and has a hazed expression on his face. XS3 is in control now and picks up FSX by the hair. He drags FSX to his corner and tags in Train. They both grab FSX and do a double suplex on him. FSX lands hard and Train looks to cover but thinks otherwise. He lifts up FSX and Irish Whips him off the ropes. He hits FSX with a big shoulder block. FSX falls again but gets right back up and walks into Train, who scoop slams him down onto the mat. Train then drags him over to the turnbuckle and Train begins to climb it. He gets to the second rope and stare down at FSX. He jumps off, attempting to fist the face of FSX, but FSX rolls out of the way. Train punches the mat and grabs his hand. This leaves him open to attack and FSX runs and kicks the head of Train, sending him down. FSX then tags in Thunderkiss who enters the ring and attacks Train right away. He runs at Train and elbow drops him, knocking the wind right out of him. Thunderkiss then rolls him around for a cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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*Kickout*

Thunder Train gets his shoulder up and shakes his head a bit, trying to regain his composure. Thunderkiss lifts up Train and picks him up and bearhugs him! Thunderkiss is able to lift Train a few inches off the ground as he attempts to constrict the air right out of the Train. It looks like Train is ever so slowly starting to doze off, which would play into Double Penetration’s favor. However, Train starts to fall on top of Thunderkiss. All of his weight is now pushed on Thunderkiss, who tries to hold him up, but is unable to. Both men go crashing to the mat and Train looks to be sleeping. Thunderkiss looks surprised at what just happened and walks over to Train. He stomps on his back, which wakes up the Train.

YOU STARTLED THE TRAIN! (Only Left 4 Dead players will get this. >_>)

Train jumps up and begins to push Thunderkiss back. He backs him into the corner and begins to shoulder thrust him. Train backs off and Kiss holds his stomach area. Train then Irish Whips Kiss hard into the other turnbuckle and runs after him. Kiss lands into the turnbuckle chest first and right after gets hit in the back of the head by Train and a hard clothesline. Kiss backs up a bit and Train grabs him and reverse DDTs him. He then covers.

ONE!
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TWO!
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*Kickout*

Thunderkiss kicks out at 2 and the match continues onward! Thunder Train picks Kiss up and slaps a huge bear hug on him! Its litterally a move right out of TK’s game plan which perhaps is the entire point. Trying to 1-up his former mentor in the ring adds insult to injury as if he was trying to say, “I can do this better.” For several minutes TK struggles but goes nowhere. The Fleming checks TK’s hand once and it drops. It happens once more. Outside the ring, both XS3 and FSX look beside themselves as the final arm raise in just moments away. RAF lifts it up and releases. It stops just inches short from TK’s side. The crowd comes alive and Thundermania is alive and well! Thunderkiss relies on his super strength to pound his way out of Train’s bear hug and then hits the back ropes for added momentum! He charges the train and catches him with a flying body press and knocks him over with tremendous force! TK then rolls to the corner and tags in the Fallen one! In comes FSX and he is fired up!

Maxwell McNally: What incredible emotion shown by both teams here, Eddie!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Everything is on the line and both teams know it! You can just feel it in the air, both want a win and they want it BAD!

FSX charges into the ring and drops a roaring elbow on Thunder Train and then follows up with a rolling thunder. He wastes little time with a lift up and then places Train in the middle of the ring. Quickly he goes to the ropes and bounces off of them with tremendous force. Flying back, he takes Train down with a flying cross body! Both men tumble onto the mat and FSX continues his rampage with a Hurricanerana! However, in mid air the Train catches him and counters with a tremendous Power Bomb! FSX is impaled into the mat and he will be down for quite a long time. Unfortunately for Train, he is too woozy to capitalize and he instead slowly makes a crawl for his corner. Reaching out, he slaps XS3's hand in comes Matt Irvine. Irvine leaps up into the air and drives his knee across the head of FSX! FSX rolls up in pain and Irvine rocks him with a flying headbutt. Sensing that FSX is on dream street, Matt leaps down and hooks the leg hoping for the best.

ONE!
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TWO!
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*Kickout*

FSX kicks out and the DP fans roar in approval. Knowing that he is going to have to break out the big moves, he does just that. He lifts FSX to his feet and slaps him in the FINAL FATE! The vertical suplex into a powerbomb knocks the wind out of FSX for a second time and Irvine contemplates yet another cover. However, he knows that FSX is a former world champion and it’s going to take a lot more to keep his shoulders down for the three count! XS3 then crawls to a nearby corner and sets up for the one and only SHADOW STEP! While this would have most fans on their feet, something else has captured their attention!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Incoming!

Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggin hit the ring causing quite the commotion from the crowd. Despite the fact that he is a veteran referee, even RAF can get distracted and that’s exactly what happens. Knowing full well that the Royles are not here for the benefit of the New Road Steelers, Thunderkiss tries to enters the ring and makes a beeline for Train, knocking him off the ring apron! RAF goes after Kiss to admonish him and that leaves the Royles with the opportunity they had so hoped for. Left alone in the ring, XS3 is taken completely by surprise as they roll into the ring on opposite sides of him. What happens next is so horrific that it will linger in the mind of Matt Irvine for all eternity. Both members of the Royles paint a bulls eye on his head and hit the target with a Double Penalty Kick known as the CARDIFF CRUNCH! Think of a conchairto but only maxed up to number 11. XS3 falls like a ton of bricks and the Royles high five each other in jubilation!

Maxwell McNally: What a damn shame! This has Dan White’s handy work written all over it!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: As they say Max, one good deed deserves another!

Indeed. The Royles leave the scene of the crime and Thunderkiss has a smile on his face that reaches from ear to ear. Making sure Thunder Train becomes a non factor, he nails him with a GOODNIGHT KISS on the outside that will surely keep him down for the count! He then turns his attention back to the ring where he watches FSX slowly recover. The Fallen One is able to open his eyes and see Irvine laying on the mat before him. Not one to ask questions, he places his body atop of his and lets fate play out.

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TWO!
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THREE!

Phillip: The winner of the contest, and NEWWWWWWWWW ACW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! FALLEN SOULS! THUNDERKISS! DOUBLE PENETRATION!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“YOU’VE BEEN PENETRATED!”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo

[The referee’s hand has hit the mat for the third and final time. The finality of the situation has not sunk in but the roar of the crowd confirms to Double Penetration that they have indeed reached the finish line. FSX rolls off Thunder Train and feels the vibrations of TK’s legs running towards him increase by the millisecond. He curls up expecting the worst to happen and it does as TK’s entire body goes crashing down into him. However, this is not a post match swerve you are witnessing. No, it’s a post match dog pile!]

Maxwell McNally: Fallen Souls has both TRIPLE CROWNED here in Alpha Championship Wrestling! He has only the Entertainment title to win to become a TRUE GRAND SLAM Champion!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: And also the women’s title, which I heard he will be going soon right after that sex change and reinstatement of it!

Maxwell McNally: ....

“Fast” Eddie Edison: What?

Maxwell McNally: Ugh. Also, more history made here tonight. Thunderkiss ALSO becomes a TRIPLE CROWN and GRAND SLAM champion! Congratulations to both men!

[Back in the ring Raymond Allen Fleming raises the hands of both members after presenting them with the ACW World Tag Team Titles! Every camera in the arena is working overtime as fans try to capture this historic moment and DP is going to give them opportunity to do so. What follows next is several minutes of posing jubilation. Satisfied that every fan thirst has been quenched, both members return to the middle of the ring and do their best to one up Barack Obama’s legendary speeches.]

Thunderkiss: I have to be honest, this feeling rivals that of when I won the ACW World Title. Since I came back this past Fall, I felt that perhaps my time had ended prematurely within ACW. Things had changed so much and Thunderkiss was no longer part of the scene. I started having doubts if my decision to return was the right one but as I hold this world tag title in my hand I have no doubts that it was. Right now we are standing in a very emotional moment. Though I see many of you cheering for Double Penetration, make no mistake, there are others who are feeling quite the opposite right now.

Kiss Army: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Thunderkiss: Now, now, let’s not boo them. Instead, let’s give them a hand. That’s right, clap for them. Go ahead. You see, incase they haven’t figured it out by now, the more they tell me no the more motivation I have to say yes. Be that as it may, while it is fun to rub salt in the wounds, I am going to take a higher road here tonight, not to make myself look good, but because something needs to be said. This past summer, there was an effort made by ACW to bring in tag teams. As FSX and I sat on that mountain this past Fall and contemplated our futures, we knew we could fill this void and fill it well. Though tonight we are the new ACW World Tag Champions, we realize that while this is an awesome moment, our work is just getting started. These belts deserve love and to be respected. Until we do both, our job is NOT done!

Kiss Army *chanting*: FIVE AND OH! FIVE AND OH! FIVE AND OH! FIVE AND OH!

Maxwell McNally: Say what you want about this man. Call him a sellout, a money grubber and selfish. However, time and time again he proves that he cares not only for this sport but also for this very league.

Thunderkiss: This man right here believed in Thunderkiss when nobody else did. Let me tell you, in this business it’s damn impossible finding a real friend but just like tonight, I struck gold oh so many months ago. During times like these I know many of you fans expect me to turn my back on him or do something outlandish. If you are one of these people, be prepare to be disappointed. Instead you shall be treated to an embrace and the simple but true words of, “I love you buddy.”



FSX: I must be honest when I didn't expect to be here right now. I never expected to return to the business following my match with BK London at Seven Deadly Sins last year... I would of been perfectly happy if that was the last time I was in the ring, but it wasn't in me to quit. Not then, not yet...I still had so much I wanted to do, and teaming with Kiss was one of those things. We may not always get along the way a tag team is expected too, or even understand each other the way that we would hope, but there is NO MAN I would rather be a tag champion with then THIS MAN! Some people don't like the way he does things, but he is himself. He doesn't become something he's not, and if I had to go through everything again? Every single time I'd say yes.

[FSX puts a terrific bookend on DP’s legendary night. Both men once again take each other’s hand and raise them united into the air for one last taste of the moment. Though their mantra is stiched upon thousands of tee shirts in the audience, Thunderkiss wants to make sure that the crowd remembers it by heart. It’s only four simply phrases but the meaning in every word truly hits home considering the amount of adversity that both he and FSX have faced in such little time.]

Thunderkiss: They try to tell us -

Crowd *in unison*: YOU DON’T BELONG!

Thunderkiss: That’s alright -

Crowd *in unison*: WE’RE MILLIONS STRONG!

Thunderkiss *pointing down onto the canvas*: This is our wrestling -

Crowd *in unison*: IT MAKES YOU PROUD!

Thunderkiss *pointing to crowd*: You are our people -

Crowd *in unison*: AND WE ARE YOUR CROWD!

[Indeed they are, Double Penetration. Indeed they are.]

[FADE]