Thursday Night Meltdown January 22nd 2009

[Jonny Spade]

A Deal Of Epic Proportions?
Credit: Jake Cheng and Josh Robertson

With Jake Cheng’s last Thursday Night Meltdown almost over, he has changed back into his street clothes, some jeans and a hoodie. He is about to put on his winter jacket, but then again no one knows what season it is on the Island, when there is a knock at the door.

Jake Cheng: Come in.

The door opens slowly and the one and only Josh Robertson pokes his head through the door. He has a blank look on his face, not bringing his eyes up to meet Jake’s.

Jake Cheng: What do you want?

Josh Robertson: I want a ma-

Jake Cheng: Go away.

Robertson looks lost as he contemplates on how to proceed. Cheng seems to be flourishing in the fact that he has complete power.

Josh Robertson: I have a proposition.

Jake Cheng: Oh, what kind of proposition?

Josh Robertson: A win-win situation for you.

Jake Cheng: Unlikely, still, don’t go away. Come in, let us have a little chat.

Josh Robertson continues to look lost and a shadow of his usual self as a wide grin finds its way onto the face of Jake. Robertson closes the door behind him as we fade out. Yes that’s right, you don’t get to know what’s happening. Na na.

Fade Out.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Macho Madness (Macho Man RDK)

When we return from the break, the camera zooms in on "Fast" Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally at ringside, making comments about tonight...

Edison: Ladies and gentlemen, still to come here tonight...an eight man tag team matchup! RSXZ takes on the mega-star team of The Senator, Macho Man RDK, Dan White and Fallen Souls!

Maxwell McNally: A sure blockbuster main event, Eddie! Macho Man Randy Kanyon has been looking to get even with members of RSXZ for a few days now!

Edison: Let's go to Kevin Anderson, who is live with Macho Man RDK backstage. Kevin?

The camera cuts to backstage where we see Kevin Anderson with Macho Man RDK, holding his prestigious International Championship with both hands(the straps folded behind the plate). Kevin holds his microphone to his mouth.

Kevin: Thank you very much Eddie...along with me is the ACW International Heavyweight Champion....The Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon! Now, some might say Macho Man...that you could have walked out a double champion Monday Night...had it not been for Thunder Train....and your rival, Jake St-

Macho: --That brudah ain't even WORTHY to be named a rival of the MACHO-MAYUN! OoOoH YEAAAH! He wants the whole PACKAGE!? I'm gonna GIVE HIM THE WHOLE PACKAGE!

Kevin: Certainly you have comments on Mr. Steele's little trip he took only a few short days ago?

Macho: Jake...you took a piece of me when you layed your hands on my older brudah....you did the unthinkable. You came, INTO THE MACHO MAN'S HOME TOWN...and you disgraced his people...students...and family.

RDK slings the title over his shoulder, and adjusts his signature sunglasses before taking a deep breath.

Macho: But let the record show, that the Macho Man has never let anybody mess with him, and get away with it! I've overcome obstacles that you cannot even fathom!

The titantron cuts to a quick clip...

TNT runs at the Macho Man, attempting a lariat but RDK ducks. They both turn around and RDK lifts TNT up for the Macho Slam! He slams the Human Highlight Reel through the cell roof and TNT lands with a huge THUD in the ring! The crowd is completely shocked at such a move, but the Macho man jumps to his feet, and looks at BK London lying on the table. He then looks at the fans, smiling. They get the hint and some sections go nuts at the prospect of the move in question. He looks at BK again, then he looks at the crowd. He looks down at BK again, then at TNT. He looks at the crowd. McNally and Edison get the hint and they quickly dart away from their announcer’s table. RDK then turns around, and jumps backwards, aiming the Macho Moonsault, and the crowd goes wild. But suddenly, at least in RDK’s mind, all noise seems to stop and everything goes into slow motion…

…And in a couple of seconds that seems like hours, he lands it, perfectly on BK London’s body. The table shatters with impact, and the monitors are practically dust, and amongst everything else RDK has an arm draped over BK London’s chest. A referee on the outside runs towards the area and makes the pin, with the entire arena counting along:

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Philip: Here is your winner, and the NEW #1 Contender for the ACW Heavyweight Title....Macho Man Arrr-Deee-Kayyyy!!!

Clip Ends

Macho: You like that, don't you? Why is this match relevant? Well it just so happened that I had two different individuals who hated me...more than anything in the world. They wanted me dead...so that THEY could pursue the ACW Heavyweight Championship! But OoOoH NOOO! The Macho Man OVERCAME ADVERSITY, STRUCK DOWN BK LONDON AND TNT FOLLOWED BY OPENING UP A CAN OF WHOOP ASS ON THE REST OF THE ACW ROSTER...to become the Undisputed ACW Heavyweight Champion of the World! I almost had this oppurtunity on Monday...and you took that away from me brudah! You and TK...you're alot like TNT and London...you guys are gonna see WHY they call ME the MACHO MAYUN R-D-K! If we end up in a 3-way dance...theres only gonna be on winner...and it's gonna be me. You want this title on the line? I don't care brudah, the result will be the same: Macho Man RDK comes out on top! YEAH!

The crowd is really fired up, cheering on the Macho Man as he adjusts his sunglasses once more and cocks an eyebrow. Kevin holds the microphone back to his mouth.

Kevin: Last question, Mach....what is your strategy going into this main event tonight?

Macho: Heh, wouldn't be much of a strategy if I told ya now, would it?

Kevin: ...I suppose not?

Macho: Exactemundo my Jabroni brud! Now Donka donka donka your ass on outta here! The Mach has got some preparin' to do!

[fade out]

[Jonny Spade]

Match 4: Jake Cheng vs. Thunderkiss - One Fall to a Finish (Credit: "The Damez" Damian Deniro)

On the path to Ragnarok where Jake Cheng will wrestle his final match he stepped into the ring for the last time on Meltdown against a man he has faced four times over the course of his ACW career in Thunderkiss. For Jake Cheng he wished to leave the ACW fans who may never get the chance to see him again with fond memories. Thunderkiss however wished to continue the momentum he had gained after last weeks stunning victory over Thunder Train and XS3 to win the tag team championships and carry it forth into Ragnarok.

The Beginning[/u]

The match started with “Fast” Eddie Edison pointing out the massive size advantage Thunderkiss had in the match and how he would be looking to exploit it. This was especially the case early on as Jake Cheng tried to stay out of the way of Thunderkiss but eventually was forced to engage in a tie up. Jake tried to reverse around the back but Kiss also was able to get around after blocking an ill fated suplex attempt by the smaller Cheng. Kiss was able to back Cheng into a corner and started to lay a beating on him. A few crumpling shoulder blocks and a ten punch on combo in the corner. As Cheng stumbled out Thunderkiss grabbed him and planted him with a huge side slam that got him a two count. Thunderkiss rolled off of Cheng and pulled him to his feet before using his head, literally, to create some offense. A vicious head butt sent Cheng stumbling back, and then a box office smash knocked him over. After that it looked like the end of the match with TK’s heavy striking offence taking it’s tole on the Asian extraordinare, but he once again was able to kick out at two.

The Middle[/u]

Jake Cheng appeared to be on his last life as Thunderkiss continued to dominate him with his extraordinary power. After the hammer TK whipped Cheng into the ropes and on the rebound looked to take his head off with a big boot but Cheng slid under it and popped to his feet and then hit a head scissors takedown on TK. Jake quickly got to his feet and hit Thunderkiss with a spinning leg drop that only got him a one count as TK powered out of the cover. Cheng got to his feet and as TK got up looked to hit him with a Shades of Helms. TK had him scouted and blocked the attempt, however Cheng outsmarted the big man as he hit him with the you played yourself flattening TK with a back heel kick. A two count ensued as Cheng hooked the far leg for the near fall. Cheng aided TK to his feet and put him in a reverse three quarters face lock and looked to hit him with a Last Resort. As he hit the ropes TK however flung Jake off of him and knocked him outside of the ring. Jake landed on the apron as TK stumbled back away. Jake hit the top rope and spring boarded in and landed on the shoulders of TK, before twisting down with a Hurricanrana.

The End

Jake rolled off of TK and to his feet, ready to once again end a match with a Second Heartbeat. As TK got to his feet Jake went into attack but TK knew what was coming, catching Jake in mid air and putting the lockdown on with a devastating bear hug. Thunderkiss squeezed as hard as he could as Jake started to fade out, his body being compressed and screaming in pain. A few strikes to the head loosened the hold forcing TK to instead ram Cheng against the turnbuckle and letting go. Cheng dropped to his knees in the corner, wincing in pain as TK bent over and picked him up before Irish Whipping him across the ring. Cheng went into the turnbuckle back first. As Cheng stumbled out of the corner TK popped his arms up before connecting with a heart punch knocking Cheng over. TK covered him in the corner but was only able to get a two count as the ring presence of Jake Cheng saved him as he was able to get a foot on the bottom rope. Thunderkiss rolled off of Cheng, ready to end the match seemingly in control. Cheng took his time getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes. As TK came in he looked to once again connect with a box office smash but Cheng ducked out of the way avoiding the impact. As Kiss turned around, Jake Cheng out of nowhere leaped into the air and connected with the Second Heartbeat for one…two…three.

The Winner[/u]
By pinfall following a second heartbeat…Jake Cheng[/I][/b][/center]

[Jonny Spade]

Title: Meeting the people..
Credit: A.C. Evans

We fade up to the scene of a simple looking park on ACW Island. Nothing to out of the ordinary here. People seem to be enjoying themselves in the park. Children play on the jungle gym as their parents watch on in glee. Some sit on the park bench and read the newspaper, attempting to find out more about the wretched world we live in. Passerby's on their cell phones murmur to whom they are speaking with. Cars zoom the street, honking at everyone in their path. On the street corner, we see people brushing pass each other, attempting to get where they need to be. All seems normal..

That is, until The Faith shows up. Evans walks up into camera view with both Hughes and Lynch behind him. Evans is wearing a black trench coat with a black collared shirt with torn up jeans, the same attire the last time we saw him. Lynch is wearing a black shirt with some torn up jeans as well. Hughes is wearing a gray shirt with a pair of black slacks. Hughes still doesn't appear to be himself. Evans begins to speak.

A.C. EVANS: Today, we make our mark. You see, we're not just about freeing ACW from their demons. No. We're moving up in the world. We're taking our cause public. The blood will not only spill in the ACW world, but in the outside world as well. Today, we shine the light on the evil that is done in the dark.[/color]

JEREMIAH LYNCH: The revolution begins today, sir?[/color]

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

Evans begins to pace around on the street corner. He glares at someone walking down the street towards them.

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

Both men nod as Evans simply waits for the man to walk closer to him. The man crosses the street using the crosswalk. As he comes closer we see that he is wearing a nice business suit which looks to be from Armani. He is talking on his cell phone and is holding a black briefcase in one hand. He is about ten feet away from The Faith as we hear him talking on his cell phone.

BUSINESS MAN: I don't care what he told you, you finish those reports before 5 o'clock.[/color]

Evans steps in front of him. He attempts to walk around Evans, but A.C. backs up with him. The man looks up at Evans a bit confused.

BUSINESS MAN: Let me call you back..[/color]

He hangs up his cell phone and sticks it in his coat pocket. He looks at Evans and the two men aside him, Lynch and Hughes.

BUSINESS MAN: Can I help you?[/color]

A.C. EVANS: What's your name?[/color]

BUSINESS MAN: My name? My name is Kurt Roberts. Why? Who are you?[/color]

A.C. EVANS: Who am I? I don't even know who I am anymore. But who I am isn't important. Kurt, what do you do for a living?[/color]

KURT ROBERTS: I'm an attorney. Just where is this going? I've got places to be.[/color]

A.C. EVANS: So you have no problem defending those who have done wrong? You have no problem defending someone whom has sinned? You have no problem defending the murders and the rapists out there? [/color]

KURT ROBERTS: If they are innocent.[/color]

Evans cuts him off.

A.C. EVANS: Or they pay the right amount, isn't that right Mr. Roberts? [/color]

KURT ROBERTS: So, is that what you do in your free time? You come just to harass people? [/color]

A.C. EVANS: Harass? No. I come here to provide truth and understand. May I ask what religion you practice? [/color]

KURT ROBERTS: Not that it's any of your business, but I'm Roman Catholic. [/color]

A.C. EVANS: And yet, you can look yourself in the mirror day after day. How do you do it? How do you look yourself in the mirror and know that you do not practice exactly what you are told to do. You protect the murderers and allow them to roam the streets free. But when Sunday comes, you are a Roman Catholic. You disgust me. It's people just like you who need salvation. [/color]

KURT ROBERTS: Fuck you, buddy .I don't need to be saved by anyone.[/color]

A.C. EVANS: Oh, you don't? You don't need salvation. So if the world ended tomorrow, you would be contempt with all of those sins you commit? The lying, the anger, the greed. You could live with those? [/color]

KURT ROBERTS: What do in my life is my business. Now get out of my way.[/color]

A.C. EVANS: That's where you are wrong. It's not your business anymore. It's my business. You see, I am sent here to bring you three things: truth, understanding, and salvation. I offer you salvation. Wipe your slate clean and simply bow before me. Accept me as your savior and all is clean. Your soul is cleansed and you can live your life as usual. You will become part of The Faith. So, bow before me and embrace The Faith. The fire inside of your soul be roar and never extinguish when you become part of The Faith. So.. [/color]

KURT ROBERTS: You're fucking crazy, buddy. You come out here and talk about how you're some type of God. You need to be locked up because you are fuckin' insane![/color]

The man brushes past Evans as Evans lowers his head. He looks at Lynch and Hughes and simply nods his head. Lynch and Hughes grin and run after the man. Lynch nails the man across the back of the head with an elbow and the man falls. Hughes picks him up and throws him into the wall. The man grunts and looks to be in a massive amount of pain. Hughes begins to slowly choke him until Evans shoots Hughes a look. The Shooter drops the man to the ground and Lynch and Hughes begin to put the boots to the man. Evans slowly walks over to where Kurt is and stands above him with a grin on his face.

A.C. EVANS: Salvation is never far away. Sadly for you, you no longer have the chance to be saved. You lost your chance. You will rot in hell. Have a good day..[/color]

Evans grins as he spits on the man. Suddenly police sirens are heard. Evans grins and slowly walks away as the scene fades to black..

[Jonny Spade]

“Never Bring a Knife to a Gun Fight”
Credit: Senator, Jake Steele & Thunderkiss

[Walking back from his match, Thunderkiss throws his head back and fills his lungs with some much needed air. Jake Cheng may be the eternal tiny man, but he sure packs a lot of punch for such a small frame. Thunderkiss would never admit this, of course, and just shrugs off his current level of discomfort to “muscle strain.” While he only fools himself of the truth, he is about ready to find out first hand that the truth DOES, in fact, hurt! ]

Jake Steele - Damn, did you ever just walk down da wrong hallway.[/color]

Thunderkiss *laughing*: Is this the part where I’m supposed to be scared?! Come on, you gotta do better than that punk.

Jake Steele - Oh I can do better alright. Why don’t you turn around patnah?[/color]

Thunderkiss: Do you honestly think I’m that ....

[Before Thunderkiss can finish his question, he hears the sound of footsteps behind him. It becomes disturbing apparent that Steele lived up his moniker for he is speaking “the truth.” He pivots in the other direction fast, but not fast enough. The last thing he shall remember about this moment is the size of Train’s monster fist flying into his face.]

Thunderkiss: Dumb? Oh Shi -

~!~CRACK~!~

[Thunderkiss crumples to the cold concrete, his head spinning like a washing machine. He does his best to collect his “marbles” but is not given the chance as Jake Steele leaps on top of him and begins to greet TK’s face with his brass knuckles.]

Jake Steele - You thought I was still bullshittin' huh TK? Well who's bullshittin' now!?[/color]

[TK is instantly opened up and his blood begins to paint the floor red. He finally drifts out of consciousness though the Road Steelers haven’t even noticed nor would they care if they did. Jake Steele is enjoying himself too much to care and Thunder Train is too preoccupied with the thought of jelly filled donuts after seeing so much blood.]

Jake Steele - It’s true what dey say about you. Ya' head is just too damn big for ya own shoulders... Lets see what I do about that!![/color]

[Steele jumps up with vim and vigor as his devious thoughts overtake his mind. Taking a few steps back, he gives himself enough room to deliver a punt kick to TK’s head that will certainly leave him with a nasty headache or even worse. Such a maneuver could even spell the end of TK’s career. If he had only listed to Macho earlier off in the night he surely wouldn’t be in this position. His ignorance has cost him a much valued alley and the consequences continue to more grim by the second. However, just when it appears that he’ll be sucking food out of a straw tomorrow - ]

The Senator: If it is a kick you are looking for, I surely can help you with that!

~!~WHAM~!~

[Taking everyone by surprise is everyone’s favorite Senator from Illinois, Steve Phillips! Knowing full well that he is now a marked man on the Road Steeler’s list, he decides to beat them to the punch. Nailing Steele with a deadly intercepting Partisan Kick, he saves Thunderkiss from having Steele’s footprint imbedded on the side of his head. While Steele goes sailing in the opposite direction he was once headed in, Train quickly takes his place. For his intentions he also receives a giant sized helping of pain. Spinning his quicker body sideways, The Senator blasts him right in the chops with a roaring back elbow. There is one thing you don’t mess with and that is Thunder Train’s mouth. Angered beyond belief, Thunder Train prepares to turn into a runaway Train but Phillips sees to it that the bridge quickly gets taken out. Motioning to the crowd and calling Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris to his side, he evens the odds.]

Senator: Might I remind you that I have had a very bad week? I repeat, a VERY bad week. If that is too subtle for your ignorant skulls to comprehend, I simply say this: anyone who tries anything at this point shall not walk away to tell the tale.

[Jake Steele collects himself enough to intervene. Upon seeing the look of rage within the Senator’s eyes, he thinks better of escalation and leaves, but not before leaving Phillips with some choice words.]

Jake Steele - I'm not gonna forget dis Phillips! You a dead man now nigga, a dead man![/color]

[Phillips lets them roll off his back; he doesn’t sweat the little things. With noble intentions he reaches down and pulls Thunderkiss onto his feet, a favor he is not quite sure would be returned if the situation was reversed. Even so, he treads onward with 353 pounds tucked onto his shoulder, a testament to both his will and character.]

[FADE]

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Close call
Credit: Josh Robertson

With the show nearing its end the camera opens up to show Josh Robertson walking through a hallway alone. We have already seen Robertson tonight; when he approached his long time rival Jake Cheng. Unfortunately that was cut short as the camera faded out before we could see what were the motives behind that meeting. However, Robertson still looks to be in the same mood, his body language suggests that he just isn't the same Robertson we have come to know and hate. As he walks he has his head dropped as he looks down at the floor, instead of where he should be heading. This in turn results in him bumping straight into the person you'd expect he wouldn't really want to (well, if you have been bothering to read segments that is). Robertson walks straight into Bill. Seemingly in a land of his own Robertson jumps back in shock before looking up to see his mentor looking at him worringly.

Bill Wright: Josh, are you ok? You don't look so great, son.

Robertson glances around before responding.

Josh Robertson: Uh, yeah, sure - why wouldn't I be?

Bill Wright: No reason, you just look a bit on edge. So, what's been keeping you busy? I haven't really seen you much tonight apart the match obviously...

Josh Robertson: Just had a couple of trivial matters to see too that's all, nothing to worry yourself about.

Bill Wright: I thought you said from now on we'd discuss everything first...

Josh Robertson: Correct, but these were mere formalities that Mr. Lewis wanted to talk about. I thought it would be better just to see to it quickly.

Bill Wright: Oh ok...

It would be safe to say that Wright isn't too convinced by what Robertson is saying, with Robertson's tone of uncertainty as well as his unwillingness to make direct eye contact contributing to this.

Bill Wright: So, we only have one show left to convince Jake to face you at Ragnarok...any ideas on how we're going to do that?

Josh Robertson: Uh, well--

Bill Wright: --Because I was thinking that maybe if we talked to Mr. Lewis together and showed him just how much you really deserved that match then maybe he'd force Jake into seeing it that way too.

Josh Robertson: Seems plausible...

Bill Wright: ...or did you already take the liberty in your meeting earlier on?

Josh Robertson: Nope, I don't recall that coming up actually.

There is tension in the air as Bill is clearing trying to feel out just what Robertson has actually been up to. The weight that those bridges are able to hold is being tested...

Bill Wright: Well then, that could be an avenue to explore. That said, we have desperate little time left - we need to hit the ground running if we're going to be able to secure you the final opportunity to put Mr. Cheng in his place.

Josh Robertson: I have to agree, I refuse to allow Cheng to just slip away without facing the consequences.

Bill Wright: Well then, may I suggest we start planning our final attempt instead of wasting precious time?

Josh Robertson: Sure why not.

Bill Wright: Let's continue this discussion in the locker room then. We don't need any uninvited listeners, do we?

The two head towards the locker room area as the bridge seems to somehow be supporting all the weight that is being put on it. Robertson is obviously pleased he managed to escape the interrogation from Bill while Bill seems content for now. The scene slowly fades to black.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Contrast
(Credit: TK, Senator)

As the show continues, a fired up Steve Phillips is seen backstage in the Senatorial Locker Room, walking up to his old rival, and current ally, Thunderkiss.

The Senator: I do believe that is what you were looking for! See, RSWXYZ, or whichever name their patchwork coalition calls itself today, they had no clue what they were thinking when they picked a fight with both of us at the same time!

Thunderkiss: Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.

Thunderkiss, rather weary, and looking a bit beaten down, merely nods his head to agree, although from appearances, he looks as if he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment.

Senator: Yes, they have now seen the first sign that their ways are indeed taking them down a path of folly and failure, yet, if I have read this situation correctly, they have too much youthful stubbornness to truly learn the lesson. They will continue to try, but their actions betray them, and they will see that experience trumps blind, ignorant arrogance.

TK sighs, leaning up against the wall, as the Senator continues.

Thunderkiss: Yup, you can say that again. *Yawn*

Senator: Now as for the two of us, it is quite the bizarre pairing, but a wise source of wisdom once stated that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and this holds true even in this particular situation. You may not be operating as you did when you referred to yourself as Aiden Joseph, and I may hate quite a bit of what you say and stand for. Heck, I personally feel that you belong in prison for your antics around these parts! You are a steroid ridden, drugged up, misogynist, bullying, criminal thug!

With those words, Thunderkiss rolls his eyes, but is simply too tired to answer them, or even to plant a big fist in the Senator’s face.

Thunderkiss: Mhmm. Yup. Alrighty then.

Senator: You and I are on opposite ends of nearly every spectrum that one can discover. That said, I cannot think of a better person to work with, in this time of desperate need. Sure, you belong in prison, but then again, so do half the people I work with in my state government! You may be a miscreant by every definition of the term, but then again, the most loyal and successful member of my Stable was a man named Andrew Hunter. I can look past the rest, even if I do not condone it. Yes, in cases like this, one has to look for deeper ties, and the wars we fought in the ring, the bitter feud we engaged in, those showed me that, beyond all the overblown rhetoric, we did indeed share a common bond of respect. I have fought few tougher in my career, and that is surely a testament to your abilities. No, I will not allow Mr. Zero and his friends win this one. Us veterans seem to be less and less common around here, and we need to hang together, or our opponents will hang us separately. It will not do to let Zero, Thunder Train, XS3, and Mr. Steele continue with their misbegotten plans of division and conquest. They have claimed premature victory, before the war is even over! Well, in this case, their initial mission may have been accomplished, but they will find their occupancy of ACW to be a bloody one! This will be a long, difficult fight to win, but win it we must, and that, my friend, is nothing…but the truth.

Thunderkiss: ZzZzZzZzZzZZzZzZzZZzZzZz ....

Yes, Thunderkiss has fallen completely asleep, slumped against the wall. The Senator notices that his audience is absent from the proceedings, and with a half annoyed, half bemused look, the politician strides off, closing the door behind him.

Fade Out

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Nothing is Forever (Credit: FSX)

Every road ends eventually. Some will say this is a fact more of life then actual roads. They will say that you can go down some paths for your entire life, whether they be that of a career or that of a relationship, and never reach reach the ending of that road. Perhaps it's because they haven't taken off as a full speed early off, and only picked up in speed later on...or perhaps simply because they fear what will occur once they reach the end of that road. Whatever the case, it's true for many that they are never able to reach the end of it, especially if it's without warning. But if you could spot the end of that road off in the distance, and feel it's presence creeping closer and closer up on you as you continue to race along down a path in life, what would you do? Would you stop and try desperately to regress to a happier time, sending yourself back in a spiral where you'd likely crash and burn rather then leave on good terms? Or would you dredge on, intent and determined on reaching that final destination, no matter what it might bring.

Sometimes, the fact that the question comes up is the hard part. Others it's the fact that you know you can't just keep running, and eventually you have to make a definitive decision. Which is the case for Fallen Souls? Walking a bit slower, a bit less of a jump in his step then there used to be, and then a rush of unbelievable energy. Which is it? Making his way back to his locker room it appeared to be both, mixed in with his movements. A quick jump in his step, but a rather droll, matured expression upon his face. The end of the line, or the middle of it? It was something he wasn't focused on in the slightest, as he had other plans right now. Like getting the information that was claimed to be in his locker room, and using it to teach Mainer a lesson! However, as he reached his locker room...hesitation occurred. A dark sense. Something wasn't right.

FSX: ...So I'm not going to end up getting the information that I wanted, am I?

Looking to the door a moment as he sees some shadows moving from within the room, he would hesitate another moment, only to turn his back on it. He didn't need someone else trying to attack him, especially not so close to an important match. He had to be ready, not tired from kicking a mysterious ass. Beginning to walk away from the room without a moments wait he would slow down to a stop, hearing a click from behind him as the door was opened and hearing as someone walked out of it.

FSX: ...Fucking hell, why do I fail so much at being a god damned ninja?!

Man: I've been waiting for you, sir. We have to have a little talk.

A bit bemused by the fact the man believed that would settle everything and eliminate all of his concerns of the situation, Fallen would turn back to face him and look intently to the man. After a moment, confusion would slowly spread to his face. He didn't recognize the young businessman, and he really had no idea just why he would attract such interest. It seemed rather strange, which is saying alot.

FSX: Oh, is that all this is? Why, that explains that! And here I thought you were going to attack me just because you happened to break into a locked room and look through my things! Silly me!

Man: Enough of your jokes, sir. They aren't necessary, or appreciated. Walk with me, this is important.

Pausing a moment as the man didn't hesitate to walk forward and stand next to the tag team champion, he would look him over once again. There just wasn't something right about him...He didn't appear to be threatening, but somehow he appeared to be sinister. Unable to determine a reason, however, Fallen wouldn't take his chances on ignoring something that may very well be important. So they walked.

FSX: ...Well, alright. But stop calling me 'sir'. Don't you know my name, or are you another one of those Kiss fans? Where I'm just that tiny guy that hangs out with him.

Man: You are Fallen Souls, a legend of this business and a name that will go down in infamy.

FSX: Oh, so you do know me. That's good...but..uh...you are?

Man: My name is not important, and I won't be giving it to you. Now, heed my words.

Smirking a moment and immediately coming to a stop, he would remain there still for the moment as the man eventually came to a stop as well, gazing back to Fallen in utter confusion and a bit of irritation as he walked back to him.

FSX: Yeah, because that makes alot of sense. Listen, I don't know who you are or what your business is with me, but I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to take a word you say seriously if I don't know who you are, or why your bugging me.

Man: ...My name is Spencer Maron. I am here to discuss your health, and your purpose of continued important...I have some files that may lead to your determination of this company, so you will heed my words.

FSX: ...I see. Nice fake name, by the way. I'll just call you Anonymous Jackass. Well then! What is it you want from me, Anonymous Jackass?

Looking quite frustrated by the affectionate little nickname that Fallen would dawn upon him, The Man suddenly lifted up a folder that he had been carrying and waved it in Fallen's face, a large smile coming to his face as Fallen wasn't quite sure why he was supposed to be threatened by this.

Spencer: You have failed your three previous health exams, and you will no doubt fail your next miserably. You have been slowed by injuries over the years, and are reported partially blind. You have blackmailed and bribed multiple Physicians into allowing your continued performance, and I don't understand why. You seem to have culminated a reasonable wealth, why do you still perform when you have no reason too? You have nothing left to prove.

FSX: ...Is that about all?

Letting out a yawn as he stretched his arms up and looked away in boredom for a moment, Spencer would stare in disbelief at such a lack of respect for his threats, soon getting right into Fallen's face as he glared, ill intent notable in his eyes. The man was upset, the man was deranged, the man had a problem with Fallen. But why?

Spencer: Are you not going to give me answers?! I will release these files if I don't receive them!

FSX: Damn, your an annoying little asshole aren't you, Anonymous Jackass? Well, I'll answer your little questions. I have not failed any exam in my life, as my official files will show you, and all of those injuries are simply rumor. You can't prove a damn thing, and you clearly didn't think this through.

Spencer: Oh? Because I have already contacted Craig Lewis of these misconducts, and he will take action on them when I deliver this folder of information.

Seeming a bit frozen, clearly surprised that this man had already went so far and had planned so far ahead of what he would do if Fallen wouldn't cooperate, Maron would look on with a victorious smirk as Fallen gazed to the folder curiously.

FSX: That one, right there?

Spencer: Yes, these contain the files I've obtained through years of research and an informant.

FSX: I see...and do you have any copies of this information? Do you have anything beyond what is in this folder?

Spencer: No, nothing else is necessary but this. It is all hand written, and contains several confessions by Medical Professionals.

As there was a sudden silence falling between them, the tension seemed to drop just a bit as Fallen looked truly stumped at this revelation, tilting his head to it's side as he tried to piece things together in his head for a moment, looking away a moment. It just didn't make sense, the man seemed to of planned so far ahead...but oh well. If it was so easy, then it would be so easy.

FSX: Right...so what your saying is that you have dedicated your life to destroying a man you haven't met out of a curiosity of why he does what he does?

Spencer: Exactly!

FSX: ...Damn, your kinda pathetic Anonymous Jackass. Alright then, you see to have put some work into this, I'll humor you. I do this for one simple reason, and it's the only reason I've ever done this.

Shaking his head as he smiled and seemed just a bit in awe at how ridiculous this all was, he would lean himself back to the wall and rest there a moment, closing his eyes as he would sigh and think about it for a moment. Spencer, however, had no intent on waiting any longer.

Spencer: Well? What is it?!

FSX: I love to do it. It's my life, and it's always been my life. It's not about status, and it's not about having something to prove or not. Even if I was bitching all the time about having no respect I'd still be here, because I love to perform and I love to compete. There is nothing more to it that drives me, and continues to drive me. That's the problem with kids like you and Mainer. You think this is something you need to conquer, rather then something you need to really love to survive in. That's why I've got to beat sense into him and make him a man, and that's why I'm about to destroy your evidence and kick you into a broom closet.

Closing his eyes and nodding once as he thinks about what was said, this realization just made sense to him..it explained everything. It answered all the little questions that he had pondered on for who knows how long, and really set his mind at ease...Well, there was still one little thing.

Spencer: I see...That does explain alot...Wait, what was that last part?

FSX: Goodbye, Anonymous Jackass! I've got a match to get too!

Grinning from ear to ear, he would suddenly yank the folder from the man's hands and shove him forward to the broom closet that just happened to be open behind him. Whether this be coincidence, or Fallen happened to lead all those that opposed his plans to ideally placed broom closets was really yet to be seen. Regardless, the man let out some loud, frustrated cries as Fallen was quick to lock the door, tossing the key to a nearby trashcan as it was obvious this was planned. That, or a certain Fallout star had lent the key to Fallen for some unexplained reason. Regardless, that was dealt with. The world was saved once again! Fallen's career would live on forever!...But still, as he stared to the folder, Fallen's expression would slowly change to that of a frown, soon tossing it to the trash as well, not bothering to destroy it.

FSX: ...I'm really getting too old for all this...

Perhaps it was true, or perhaps what he had said earlier about the passion of the business fueling him forever was true. Whichever the case, it wasn't a concern at the moment. It really couldn't be. He had responsibility to Thunderkiss, and to those that came to shows just to watch him do his best. Sure, he no longer really did have anything to prove...but it wasn't going to stop him from proving what he already has time and time again. Beginning to walk toward the ring once again, perhaps he was going to prove that once more. Old habits do die hard, after all.

Fade out.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Threat, no more. (Credit: Zero)

We cut out from our previous scene, opening into this new one. Standing in front of a blackdrop and metal cage with a LCD TV in the corner featuring an ACW logo, we find Kevin Anderson and the World Heavyweight Champion.

Kevin: Kevin "The Internet" Anderson here standing alongside ACW's own World Heavyweight Champion and member of the new "RSXZ" - Jay Zero!

The crowd watching from the Alphatron boo.

Kevin: Now Jay, I know you're now a very busy man and are a little pressed for time here, so let me just get down to a few basic questions. First off, why RSXZ?

Zero: Well hello Kevin. It's simple why RSXZ now stands as a public phenomenon, and it's simple why I abandoned the Senatorial Stable in order to create this new powerhouse. See, while Senator was off in Washington or whatever doing his thing, I was planning. I staked out my next moves and I found my new entourage. So why go with the men that made up RSX3? Because XS3 is a friend of mine. I know where loyalty stands with the man, and I know for a fact that he and myself both can come together on one simple term, and that's loyalty to your friends. Thunder Train - well, he too was also a former associate of mine back from those old, darkened days when Thunderkiss was a name that when used wasn't the punchline of some perverted sex joke. Now while I may never have gotten that close to Thunder Train back then, what I do see in him is dominance. Absolute power, if you will. The man is an immoveable object and when used correctly, that creates a huge threat. Thunder Train will my threat to the rest of ACW, and he will soon be climbing the ranks as well!

Kevin: I'm sorry for interrupting but - what reasoning could you have behind aligning with Jake Steele? You two have disagreed for months now, even clashing in a triple threat ladder match that also featured Henry McKaye.

Zero: Well -- As for Jake Steele, sure we've had our differences. Sure he may not see eye to eye with me at times. But looking past that, what does this man look like to you? He may be a lover or a fighter, it's all on your own point of view. To me though? To me, Jake Steele is glory-hound. He aint gonna stop until he's one of the best, Kevin! Sure he may have seemed to rob me of my International Championship title, but y'know what? All is fair game in a business where no game is fair! Steele took advantage of a big opportunity, and he acted. I like that. So as for Jake Steele, I've aligned myself alongside of him because like me, this man knows what the fight takes to bring you to the top. With this man, XS3, and Thunder Train all now standing side by side with the World Heavyweight Champion Jay Zero - RSXZ has begun the new era of ACW.

Kevin: Now you speak of dominance - what about the New Road Steelers Tag Team Title loss to Double Penetration last Monday?

Zero: Kevin -- ... The New Road Steelers had their titles unrightfully taken away from them. Not just by Double Penetration - nor just by The Royles or Dan White. But my Road Steelers here had their titles stolen because of our Junior Executive, Craig Lewis! Kevin, the man did nothing when those two little pukes from Fallout came storming my ring! Craig Lewis knew this would happen, and he knew that when it did, it would try and break our spirit - but clearly, it has not! We still stand tall here today! And in another effort to break us down, Craig thinks he's a genius for making that "HUGE" Main Event tonight!

The crowd cheers and Zero shakes his head.

Zero: I mean - it's a joke. First off you have OOOOOH YEAH, "Macho Man" Randy Dallas Kanyon! Pft. Thanks, but no thanks bud. I've already showed that when old school meets new school - RDK gets embarrassed! Then ya got Dan White! Heh... 'Nuff Said.

Kevin kind of squints his eyes as Zero, seeming to understand what he means, but at the same time wondering "Uhh, what?"

Zero: Then you have one-half of the NEW Tag Team Champions, FSX!

Loudly, the crowd cheers and Zero scoffs.

Zero: Please... This man is now a Triple Crown Champion? Pft. The only thing sadder than that now is the fact that Thunderkiss has just disrespected the list of such Grand Slam Champions as myself by listing his name on it! Ya wanna keep callin' me a tiny man, big guy? Yeah, well what kind of "500% All-American Made WOOORLDBREAKER" get's his ass handed to him time after time again by a man that weighs not more than 209 pounds? And finally, this leaves me to the last member of tonights team - The Senator.

Steve, enough is enough now. I mean, seriously. You may think Craig Lewis has done yourself a favor by granting that Ragnarok match against myself, but you keep in the back of your mind that no matter what, you will never, EVER be able to compete as if you were the man you were about three years ago! Steven, you have becom--

Suddenly, the Champions becomes interuppted as voices begin to fill the background, eventually covering up over what Zero is saying. Zero looks over and so does Kevin to find many staff and health workers rushing down the hallway, a stretcher now being brought in through the arena doors.

Worker: Let's go, this way! This way, hurry!

Kevin: What's going on?

Worker: Come on! No time to waste!

The worker scurries off, motioning for the medics to follow him down the hallway. Curious, Jay Zero begins to follow the man himself. Turning a few corners and walking down several long corridors, the voices of men begin to grow louder and louder as a larger crowd is gathered. Beginning to get angry, Zero pushes past some workers.

Zero: Get the hell outta my way! MOVE!

He pushes and shoves, making his way towards the front of the line where it quickly begins to turn into what seems to be a murder scene. Shattered glass, furniture flipped all over, and very noticeably, a hole busted inside of the wall. It appears now that we are in Chairman Gingerdudes office... and as Zero reaches the front, we find plenty of workers surrounding a fallen victim to some harsh, cruel destruction. The man? Junior Executive Craig Lewis. With blood pouring down his face and his clothes truly torn, Zero's eyes open up wide as he begins to realize who it is.

Medic: Get out of the way! Bring in the stretcher! This way! This way!

Zero: ...Wha-

Zero begins to look around the office. It's truly a huge mess... Everything seems to be the aftermath of some wild, crazed hurricane. Nothing looks the same and all has been destroyed - most importantly, Craig Lewis has been destroyed. The carnage here seems to be as if it was an entire groups doing... A group that may have wanted revenge.

Kevin: Who did this?

Staff Member: Nobody knows! No witnesses, no ideas, nothing! Secretary came into the office not even 5 minutes ago and found him this way. He's a wreck.

In the background, we see the medics all bent and resting on one knee, all trying to assist the fallen Junior Executive. Meanwhile, a look of slight shock renders on the Champions face. As he slowly pushes back through the crowd in which he came -- he seems as if he can't believe what his eyes have just bared witness to. Jay Zero himself on Monday said something had to be done -.. but it seems as if somebody has beaten Jay Zero to the punch.

The scene begins to fade.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: The mutuality of it all (Credit: XS3/Steele)

In the back, we are once again treated to the sight of the RSXZ locker room. Usually we expect XS3 in here cutting a promo but tonight, it's Jake Steele. He is just coming out of the bathroom, possibly spitting some blood out from the brutal Partisan Kick which he just suffered at the hands of a dead serious Senator Steve Phillips. Now away from Thunder Train and the rest of RSXZ, there isn't a reaction on his face until he hears a knock at the door. Jake casually rolls his eyes and sits down on a bench nearby, signaling for the person to come in.

Steele - Yeah, come in…[/color]

Jake sighs, thinking that Zero is going to come in yelling at him for what he and Train just did to Thunderkiss, only to be stopped by Senator before the full job could be done, or maybe the ever-annoying Kevin wants an interview. However, he gets a surprised look on his face when the door opens. Christine Irvine appears on-camera and gives Jake a hug.

Steele - Hey, I ain't seen you in a few weeks. What brings you to da arena tonight?[/color]

Christine: Hello Jake. I stopped by to drop off a couple things for Matt but I saw the promo earlier and I had to come talk to you.

Jake looks down at her stomach.

Steele - How's little X?... or little Xina? He or she ready to pop out yet?[/color]

Christine: Well to be honest, I'm actually a little scared but I know that somehow, things are going to turn out okay. How's life in ACW?

Jake sighs once again and sits down on the bench. Christine promptly follows him and hears out his story.

Steele - It's aight. When dis year started I thought dat all I wanted was my International Title back... but den I realized dat I was bigger den dat, y'know? I'mma do bigger things, cause I'm Jake Steele. I deserve to be at da top. But dese niggas keep poppin' up and tryin' to beef with me. TK, Macho. Even old man Phillips tryin' start some shit now. I guess it's true what niggas say about how you fight who ya brothers fight. RSXZ is my brothers... so I gotta fight wit' em, just like dey fight wit' me...[/color]

Christine nods at Jake's fighting words then notices his shift in tone.

Steele - But it's changed a little now... I mean, before we were all one destructive unit. And we still are now, but it's like Zero comin' in is fuckin' with X. I heard dat shit he said earlier, it was fucked up. X was always da guy in da group who I came to when shit was real fucked up. You know?[/color]

Jake shakes his head and looks down at the floor before feeling Christine's hand patting his lap.

Christine: Look Jake, Matt's been going through a lot of tough stuff recently. He lost his tag title; he's away from his home, his family and his friends. Plus the fact that Train and Zero just rubbed him the wrong way on Monday and today as well. And besides, that thing you did to RDK's brother was a little…

Steele - …over da line?[/color]

Christine nods with a look of derision on her face. Jake then stands up from the bench and speaks with a more confident tone in his voice.

Steele - NOTHING I do is over da line... especially not to a bitch ass nigga like RDK! His brother deserved what he got last week for fuckin' around in my business! Just like TK was about to get what he deserved before dat fuck nigga Phillips kicked me in my fuckin' head! I told people before, and now I'm gonna tell you Christine. I should be World Champion, and for people to understand dat I have to do WHATEVER. Dig?[/color]

A small pause occurs before Christine slowly stands up and looks up at Jake.

Christine: Well, you have your motives. I can't stop your actions; I can only fix my reactions. Anyway, don't let Matt get to you. I'm confident that once this month is over, you two will be back to being the best of friends in no time.

Jake smirks at the wife of XS3, who has a faint smile on her face.

Steele - You think?[/COLOR]

Christine: Trust me.

Once again, Jake and Christine share a small hug before separating.

Steele - Aight, well thanks for stopping by. Good luck with da kid.[/color]

Christine: And good luck to you tonight.

Christine then heads to the door and closes it behind her. Meanwhile, Jake begins to pump himself up for the battle that is to come.

Fade.

[Jonny Spade]

Match 5: RSXZ vs. The Senator, Dan White, Macho Man RDK, FSX
(Credit: XS3 / Damian DeNiro / Jake Steele)

As we return from the commercial break, "Hail to the Chief" is playing as Senator, Dan White, FSX and Macho Man RDK all wait in the ring for their opponents. They stand side by side ready to fight as some unexpected music begins to creep through the PA System...

IT'S THE REALIST SHIT I NEVER WROTE...

IT'LL BE THE REALIST SHIT YOU EVER QUOTE...

MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK! MY LAMBO'S BLUE! AND I BE GODDAMNED IF MY RIMS AINT TOO! MY MOMMA AINT AT HOME AND MY DADDY STILL IN JAIL! I'M TRYNA MAKE A PLATE, ANYBODY GOT THE SCALE?

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Rising up from the smoke comes rapper, Young Jeezy who is here tonight to perform "My President is Black" in honor of the Inauguration which took place this past Tuesday. Upon hearing the lyrics, Steve Phillips begins to roll his eyes and look on in disgust as everyone knows his feelings on our 44th Prez. But what makes him even more sick is the sight of RSXZ, who all step out from the back curtains to the song. Obviously this being Steele's idea, he begins rocking his head and pointing at Jeezy, who sings the lyrics and points back at him.

Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I don't know what you fishin for but catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails
Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician?

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All of RSXZ take their time walking down to the ring, with Jay Zero just a slight bit ahead of them, trying to get the most camera time. XS3 stands furthest in the back, not moved by the guest performance, while Train is probably thinking about food. In a matter of seconds, they all make there way into the ring and take time to taunt their opponents for a minute as Jeezy raps.

Be all you be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo
It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggas, I'm winnin in California
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Sevana

Jeezy raps the hook one last time, before he ends the song and RAF signals for the bell..

*Ding, Ding*

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As soon as the bell rings, XS3 and Dan waste no time in duking it out! The two charge towards each other and the bigger XS3 takes down Dan and mounts on him, delivering stiff right hands. However, Dan reverses it and begins punching XS3, who kicks Dan off of him. XS3 then stands up and throws Dan over the ropes with a clothesline, following him and picking him up. Dan counters with an elbow to the midsection and delivers a superkick that sends XS3 over the guardrail. Dan follows him and the fists continue to fly. Both men continue their epic brawl until they disappear from the exit door. Back in the ring, the remaining members of RSXZ remember their priorities and they begin to engage in a brawl with their opponents. Finally, the ref restores order to this contest and sends Zero, Train, FSX and Senator to their corners, leaving Jake Steele to go toe-to-toe with RDK. The two rivals then lock up and Macho shoves Jake to the ground, flexing for the cheering crowd. Jake yells at them to shut up as RDK sneaks in a roll-up for a two count. Jake is then picked up and drawn into a Macho Slam but Jake shoves RDK off of him before the move can connect and hits the DDT on RDK. Jake then looks over at his corner and opts to tag in Zero.

Jake tags in Jay Zero as Macho Man stares down the man who last week he almost defeated to win the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. RDK and Jay circle each other, their gazes never leaving each others eyes before the two engage as Macho Man RDK towers over Jay Zero. Jay however won’t back down as he reverses around to the back of Macho Man RDK and gives him a nice palm slap across the back. This only serves to infuriate RDK as he turns around and is caught with a knife ends chop and then a kick right to the ribs of the Mach doubling him over before taking him down with a hip toss. Mach gets up and Jay Zero charges him, ducking a clothesline in the process and hit’s the ropes and leaps back off, taking the Mach down with a springboard Arm Drag firing him into the RSXZ corner. Jay Zero locks in a chinlock on Macho Man RDK as he reaches and tags in Thunder Train who climbs through the second and third ropes with bad intentions in his eyes.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Jay Zero was very effective there, neutralizing the size advantage of RDK by using his speed.
Maxwell McNally: And now we get to see the power of the RSXZ team in the massive Thunder Train.

Train gets into the ring and boots Macho Man RDK in the head as Jay Zero climbs out of the ring releasing Macho Man. Train stamps Macho Man twice more before yanking him to his feet. Train whips him into the corner and hits him with a massive shoulder block that lifts Macho Man up into the air. Train props him onto the second rope and tags in Jake Steele who grabs a hold of the neck of Macho Man RDK. Jake Steel gets to the top rope and RDK is forced up with him. Jake Steele modifies his grip into a front face lock before leaping off the top rope and taking RDK and himself out with a swinging neckbreaker.

Maxwell McNally: Jake Steele with a huge Broken Legacy!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: A great move by Steele although I don’t know who took the brunt of the damage between him and Macho!

The two men are down as RAF starts the ten count. Jake Steele gets to his feet before RDK and look on as he staggers to his feet. Jake charges looking to hit the Right in Yo’ Face, but RDK dodges out of the way. RDK makes a break for his corner trying to tag out, but is caught by Jake Steele, who had hit the ropes after the miss, and takes him down with a springboard Hurricanrana and hooks the leg for the fall
…1
…2 NO! RDK kicks out, but Jake Steele keeps his head in the game and quickly drops an Elbow on RDK before dragging him back across the ring to his corner and tags in Jay Zero. Jay gets into the ring as Steele climbs out. Jay stomps on RDK as he tries to use the ropes to get to his feet. Eventually he does before Jay Zero takes him down with a hip toss, and as he gets up Jay Zero takes him down again, this time firing him into the turnbuckle. Zero looks around and then at RDK in the corner and backs away from the corner as RDK is still down in it. Zero charges in and looks to hit him with the bronco blaster but at the last second RDK rolls out of the way and Zero sacks himself on the turnbuckle.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Good thing he's wearing that cup, Maxie!
Maxwell McNally: Well let's see if RDK can get that tag now.

Jay Zero is down grabbing a hold of his nether regions as the cup backfired a bit on him there. RDK crawls towards his corner, The Senator and FSX leaning out trying to aid Macho Man in making the tag. Jay Zero is still down before Thunder Train and reaches down and tags Zero and hops into the ring. Macho Man is so close to his corner before Train catches up to him catching him in mid lunge with an elbow drop right to the back. Train rolls to his feet and hit’s a massive vertical suplex on RDK, and covers him for the fall
…1
…2 NO! Once again RDK kicks out to prolong the match as Train looks down and pulls RDK up and fires him into the corner not occupied by Steele and Jay Zero. Train charges the corner, all three hundred and sixty pounds sprinting towards RDK and leaps into the air looking to crush the Macho Man.

[Jonny Spade]

BUT Macho man avoids the splash ducking out of the way and leaps towards his corner his arm stretched as far as it can go and tags in The Senator Steve Phillips.

Maxwell McNally: And here comes one ticked off Senator!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: He looks ready to take down anyone!

Senator charges Train and hits him with a lariat that doesn’t knock Train over. Senator looks at the train, stunned after the shot and starts attacking him with most feared knife ends chops in ACW. Five or six later Train is back on his heels as Senator attacks the ropes and rebounding hits Thunder Train with the Shining Capitol knocking the big man over. Senator covers him as RAF gets into position for the fall
…1
…2 Train manages to kick out as Jake Steele was in the ring looking to break it up. RAF gets to his feet and ushers Jake Steele out as Train is helped to his feet by Senator who hits him with another round of knife end chops before whipping Train across the ring and on the rebound taking his head off with a Washington Lariat.

Maxwell McNally: WASHINGTON LARIAT!

Senator covers Thunder Train as RAF rolls into position.
…1
…2
…NO! Jay Zero hops into the ring and dives to break up the fall. FSX and Macho get into the ring as does Jake Steele as all hell starts to break loose in the ring. Jay Zero goes on the offense, rapidly firing elbows into the back of Senator’s head, trying to keep the tactical veteran down. Thunder Train is up, angry from the Lariat he just suffered and suckered punched in the jaw by FSX! The much smaller Fallen throws everything into his punches, which keep the big man stunned for the time being. And without question, as soon as Macho and Steele got back within inches of each other they both begin to explode onto each other with a war of punches, flying back and forth like bullets in the battlefield. In an uncontrollable frenzy, the six men left in this match are going out of control with the hate for one another. Yet as the frenzy is going on, the tide begins to switch into the favor of the veteran team… Senator elbows Zero hard in the face, which completely gets him off of Senator’s back and has him going back to the ropes holding his nose, ready to react Zero begins walking back towards the man he claims did nothing for him, but he is stopped as Senator’s signature Roundhouse Kick catches Zero spot on and sends the World Champ flying out of the ring and onto the mat below! Meanwhile FSX continues to battle with Train, but is in a bit of jam now as Train takes his massive hands and lifts Fallen up into the air for what seems to be a Double Choke slam - though Senator comes in with Low Dropkick to the Knee of Train, which makes him put down FSX and clutch the back of his leg. Train still tries to fight the two veterans off, throwing punches into the air but they continually miss as Senator and FSX take turns jabbing in and out to get the big man woozy and confused. On the other side of the ring, Macho has taken advantage of Steele and threw him into the turnbuckle. With Steele trying to take a breather against the turnbuckle padding, Macho charges in with a massive clothesline which sends the ever cocky Steele flipping over the top rope and meeting Zero on the mat! Now Macho turns around and sees that the massive frame of Train is still not down! He quickly jumps in and starts punching with Senator and FSX, which gets the big man to the ropes. Then as Train rests on them Fallen tells his two partners to stand back, as he jumps into the air, dropkicking Train over onto the mat now as well!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: It looks like these veterans have just shown the young and cocky team of RSXZ that there is some fight in them yet! And they will not be going down without one hell of a fight! But can RSXZ regroup? We’ll find out… next!

[Jonny Spade]

*COMMERCIAL*

[Jonny Spade]

As we return from that interesting commercial break, we see that order has been restored to the match and now Steele has FSX in the corner, giving him some swift chops to the chest. Exchanging a few words earlier, Steele wants to disprove the theory of having to remember your past to gain respect. And he’s trying his best to do it with his chops, although that doesn’t pan out well as X grabs Steele now and spins him around, throwing him into the corner and hitting him some chops of his own! X doesn’t spend much time on that actually, as he takes Steele by the arm and ejects him into the opposite corner, watching as Steele’s back bounces off of the corner and is set up for the inevitable dropkick that Fallen hits him with! Fallen sees an opportunity to tag but make sure he grabs Steele by the arm, dragging and kicking him as he moves to his corner and tags in Senator! Oh snaps, it’s officially “teach Steele a lesson” night. FSX keeps Steele’s arm in his hand as Senator climbs out through the second rope and takes his arm in place of Fallen. Senator picks Steele up however and begins smashing his shoulder against his arm! Senator doesn’t stop there. Looking on as Steele writhes back in pain, Senator is just getting started. He clutches the wrist of Steele now with both hands and he throws all the weight of his shoulder into his arm yet again, this time causing even more pain than before. Steele tries grabbing his shoulder to prevent this happening again, but Senator swats his hand as if it were a fly and simply connects his shoulder with Steele’s arm one more time, this time dropping the “star” to clutch his arm in almost nauseating pain.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Those shoulders to the arm meant just a little bit more tonight than they usually mean any other night Maxie.
Maxwell McNally: He’s a different Senator tonight Eddie, you can see it in his eyes. The words of Thunderkiss may have brought out the ruthless side of this man here tonight.

But not for very long, as Senator lifts the Brooklyn boy up by that same arm and this time kicks him in the gut, before crossing his arms and driving his face into the mat with the Liberty Spike! Senator goes for the cover as RAF drops to the mat to count.

1...

..2..

NO! Jay Zero comes in once again, kicking Senator off of his stablemate. Before anything can escalate again, RAF jumps in front of him and tells him to get back to the corner. Zero smiles and obliges, going back on the apron near Train. Senator looks he could break a brick right about now due to the constant interruptions by Zero, but instead he opts for Steele. Senator picks him up and puts him over to the corner, tagging in RDK who puts his finger into the air and spins around taunting for the fans as they cheer his entrance. RDK immediately begins punching Steele in the mouth, the fans cheering as Steele bounces up and down in the corner, overselling this more than HBK/Hogan. RDK doesn’t care though, as he pulls Steele from out of the corner and picks him up with both hands, raising him high above his head before he slams him down forward with a Military Press Slam!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: And down he goes with the slam!

Macho stays on the offensive, running up on Steele and scooping him up into the air with a Scoop Slam. Macho then spins around in the air and climbs the turnbuckle, jumping off with a Diving Elbow! He connects with Steele, but someone must have hit R3 on the analog stick cause Train jumps down from the apron and runs as fast as his body takes him over to The Senator. He grabs him by the leg and tries to trip him off the apron, only to have Senator kick him back and jump down himself, meeting him head on with some elbows to the head. RAF sees this and doesn’t catch Macho covering Steele, as FSX goes around and tries to tell him to pay attention. RAF though is too busy trying to break up the brawl between Senator and Train, not wanting two illegal men to tear each other apart as they are doing. Macho realizes this and gets up now trying to tell RAF the same, but it was a bad choice to do so as Zero runs into the ring and spins RDK around, hitting him with a Zero Chance! Zero tries to rush back to the apron but FSX saw everything he just did, running up behind him and grabbing him by the arm, followed up by a straight right hand! Zero has to catch himself from the punch, but is quick to respond with a right of his hand as these two men who have their own history together now begin to brawl. RAF actually turns around now and sees this as well, now knowing that this match is just too much for one ref to handle… He runs over to the timekeeper and does the one thing nobody wanted to see. He ends the match to a chorus of boos.

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to inform you that by order of Ray Allen Fleming - this match is declared a No Contest!

Chaos. Mayhem. Anarchy! Everyone is fighting everyone as this match has just went to the brink of no return. Zero and FSX continue trading punches with each other, which eventually leads to both men taking each other over the top rope right next to the mayhem that is Train and Senator. Train has Senator against the steel steps and is punching at his skull, trying to open up the Senatorial tough guy. Train’s attempts fall short with FSX forgetting about Zero and dropkicking Train into the back of the head, which gets him off of Senator and stumbling towards Phillip Jones. Senator sits against the steps, checking to see if that heavy brawl with such a massive man did any damage to his Senatorial features. Not that it matters to him, but it’s always nice to know when you’re bleeding or not. Senator sees that he isn’t and gets to his feet, looking directly down at the mat, with his rival on his knees, also getting to his feet; Jay Zero. Zero has spent week after week disrespecting The Senator, and as he slowly gets up, Senator can honestly smile. He knows that Ragnarok isn’t today, but this very moment is the closest thing he could possibly find to it. He explodes onto Zero, picking him up and kicking, punching, doing whatever he can to teach this young, cocky, World Champion a lesson. Meanwhile, as Senator gets his revenge and as FSX fights off the not so jolly green giant, we see Steele and RDK both making their ways back up to a standing position, both at the point where it’s hard to notice that ultimately this eight-man tag has turned into a six-man tag, which in point turned into this. They see each other across the ring and close in for a staredown… when “God of Thunder” by Kiss hits, resulting in the “Kiss Army” to go ballistic!

With no time to flaunt for his Soldiers, Thunderkiss comes running down the ramp with chair in hand as Steele tries to decide between going head on with RDK, or facing a pissed off Thunderkiss. He has to think quick as Kiss dives into the ring and swings as hard as he can at Steele with the chair, only for it to be quickly ducked and connect with the head of RDK! The fans give a mixed reaction to this as Kiss looks down to the body of RDK, not wanting to hit him but not caring either. He has to brush it off as he turns around to go for Steele, who tries to ram Kiss’ head in with a Big Boot, only for THAT to be dodged and for Steele to caught in the gut with the chair, which sends him over the top rope. Steele took all of the chairshot as he falls down to the mat, but finds a way to bounce up and scurry to the back holding his stomach as Thunderkiss is in hot pursuit.

Now it’s official. This is just too insane. So insane that McNally and Edison are given the signal for this to fade…

Maxwell McNally: WELL THAT’S ALL THE TIME WE HAVE FOLKS! WE’LL SEE YOU ALL ON MONDAY, GOODNIGHT!

…Fade…

Although this isn’t over, as we will cut to another part of the ACW Building, ten minutes from this exact point in time…

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: When Eagles Become Vultures

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

Scott had been to see the new Chairman about possibly having a match with Henry McKaye at Ragnarok, seeing as how both men want at each other’s throats. It seemed that Scott would have to wait for a decision to be made, but for now, all he can do is wait.

He arrives back at his locker room door, ready to let his father know how it all went down.

Scott: Hey, Dad, I - - -

Scott stops mid sentence as he notices his father’s absence.

Scott: Dad? ...Dad, are you in here?

Paranoia begins to set in; his father still isn’t back from his cafeteria run. Scott begins pacing back and forth trying to reason with himself all the possibilities for his father taking so long, but the reassurance is hardly working.

He stops moving as soon as his cell phone begins to ring. Could be good news...right?

He pushes the talk button and puts it to his ear.

Scott: Hello?

Man: Hello, is this Mr. Scott Andrews?

Scott: Yeah, who’s this?

Man: I’m Detective Bronson of the ACW police department.

Scott’s heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

Bronson: I’m afraid I have some bad news...

Somehow it sinks further down.

Bronson: ...your father, Raymond James Andrews was found dead outside the ACW arena only half an hour ago...I’m so sorry.

The grief and sorrow immediately turns to anger and guilt as Scott throws his phone full force at the wall, shattering it into tiny pieces. Scott picks up his chair and tosses it into the door. With one foul swipe his entire table is cleared of everything that was on it, and Scott lets out a war cry then flips it onto its topside. He breathes heavily; the mixture of sadness, pain, and anger is all too easy to see in his bright blue eyes. He doesn’t want to know how it happened, just how to get in contact with the bastards responsible.

All the protection so far meant nothing. He shouldn’t have let his father out alone; he shouldn’t have.

All he can think about is this whole thing being his fault.

What if he’d come back five minutes earlier? What if his father had taken a weapon or some sort of protection? What if...None of the questions matter now.

He drops to his knees, his head spinning, with a blank look on his face. No emotion...no tears...just vengeance in his heart. Before we fade out, low, hate filled words seep through the Assassins lips.

Whoever did this is gonna pay...

Fade Out.