Monday Night Warfare 25th January 2009

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Sign On The Blooded Line
Credit: Steele/RDK/TK

It’s been a very long and drawn out month of January. Especially for Jake Steele. Not only has he had to cope with not being International Champion, but he’s also decided for himself that he would set his sights on much bigger prizes and even bigger opponents. Unfortunately for him though… he wound up against two of the biggest ego’s ACW has ever seen, besides himself of course; Macho Man RDK and Thunderkiss. They’ve spent a small part of 2008 trying to pick at each other’s nerves, and the entire first month of 2009 doing anything to break the other down mentally. Which is why now, with only one show left before Ragnarok, something has to be done. And with that, we cut to the alphatron…

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

CAKE!

…I need da cake nigga…

With no time to waste on flashy entrances, Jake Steele makes his way out from the backstage area. In his hands are two items: a contract, and a bottle of Gatorade. One is for whatever Steele plans to get done tonight, and the other is simply because he wants to try and see if your sweat really turns blue from drinking the Frost Blue flavor. Anyway, Steele makes his way down the ramp and stops before he climbs onto the apron, opening up his beverage and taking a quick swig before placing the bottle on top of the steps. He then slides into the ring and extends his hand out to Phillip, demanding a microphone. Phillip gives him one and Steele holds the contract up, not paying attention to the boos he is receiving from the hating fans. He isn’t out here for that anyway, trying to make this as quick as he begins to speak.

Steele - Aight, I don’t got time for you niggas tonight, real talk. I got a few things on my mind, and tonight I’m making one of those things official. See dis whole month I been runnin’ into two niggas. You know who da fuck dey are, Macho Man and Thunderbitch. Two niggas stuck in da past, who won’t realize dat I am da future. Dey keep talkin’ about what dey gonna do in da ring wit’ me, dis and dat. So I decided dat we make it a done deal. In my hand I got a contract, written up by da board of directors which, once ya’ll two niggas sign - says dat we got a match for Ragnarok. Which is for da International Title.[/color]

The fans pop at this announcement, and Steele, who seems agitated by pretty much anything tonight just gives a “whatever” look and keeps on talking.

Steele - I already done signed my part of da contract back in da locker room… so… yeah, bring ya bitch asses out to da ring.[/color]



Right after Steele’s demands, the video of “Lick It Up” by Kiss begins to play on the AlphaTron, then in a reenactment of it all, stagehands run out from backstage with firehoses, spraying water onto the ramp. They then rush to the sides as Thunderkiss and Macho Man RDK come out snapping their fingers in unison to the song. Everybody in the crowd goes “WTF” as for some reason now these two men look to an alliance. Then Kiss looks over to Macho and asks him a question.

Thunderkiss: Hey Mach’, what era of Kiss do you like the best?

Macho Man: The 70’s, brudah!

Thunderkiss: WRONG!

…TK disagrees and that’s all it takes for the union to come to an end. Instantly TK stops moving to the beat and cracks Macho in the jaw! Steele face palms in the ring, as the two begin brawling on the stage, moving near the ramp as they forget about the water and slide all the way down to the end of it. Steele busts out laughing, even in his current mood and sees an opportunity come his way with “Lick It Up” fading away. Steele watches as the two slippery legends get up, climbing the ropes as he does. As they find a steady standing point, Steele leaps off with an Exploding Glory! (Shooting Star Press) Both The Mach and Thunderkiss fall back down, and Steele, holding his gut a bit gets up to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He focuses on Macho, picking him up for whatever he intends to do next. But Macho pokes Steele in the eye, which causes him to clutch his eye and roll into the ring, trying to now avoid Macho. Macho looks over to the steps and grabs Steele’s bottle of Gatorade, taking a swig of it now before throwing it out into the crowd and rolling into the ring. Macho spins Steele around and spit’s the water into his face! Steele flops down to the mat and Macho begins bucking up and down with his hands on his knees, looking serious as ever. Macho runs up to Steele as he gets up and hits him with none other than the Rock Bottom! The fans go wild as once again Macho lays out Jake with his signature maneuver.

Eddie Edison: Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom!

Macho stops in the middle of the ring and takes a whif of the air, the atmosphere of this arena as the fans chant his name. Yet while he does that, he fails to realize that Thunderkiss is right behind him. He turns around and Kiss tries to cave his neck in with a Goodnight Kiss, but in a split second Macho ducks under and catches Thunderkiss with a Macho SLAYUM! He then waits for the camera to focus on his face as he raises an eyebrow to it. Not wanting this to be over yet. He goes to the top rope. Thunderkiss lays perfectly in place, as Macho leaps off into the air with a DIVING ELBOW DROP!!! The fans go nuts now that Macho has officially won this war tonight it seems. He picks up the microphone that Steele dropped and he cuts a promo for everyone.

Macho Man: Now.....NOW THERE IS NO MORE DISTRACTIONS....and no more JABRONIS TO MAKE THOSE DISTRACTIONS......Now....NOW THERE IS ONLY THE MACHO ONE!!! ...And at Ragnorak....this title...that I have defended OH SO MANY TIMES BEFORE....will remain around MY waist! This IS the Macho Championship! This IS the championship of the PEOPLE! DON'T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU DIFFERENT BRUDAHS! ESPECIALLY THUNDA-PISS!!!!!

Macho spits a huge loogie towards TK, that misses. He then staggers a bit across the ring. He looks down at Steele.

Macho Man: Steele...Macho's forgive...but never forget! And at Ragnorak...you're gonna wish you forgot that whole night...cause when Arrr-Dee-Kayy MACHOS UP ON YOUR JABRONI ASS, AND TAKES THAT MCDONALDS RIDDEN CARCUS OF YOURS TO THE CLEANERS DOWN THE JEMIMA BOULEVARD...YOU'RE GONNA BE GETTIN' THE BIGGEST MACHO BEATIN' OF YOURRR LIIIIFE! YEAAAH! FREAK OUT!!! *cough*

RDK collapses in the middle of the ring, and we fade to commercials.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Can You Keep a Secret?
Credit: ? ? ? ?

As the crowd sit in their seats, the lights in the arena go out, plunging it in to darkness. A few cameras flash, trying to get a glimpse of the ring, in case anything is happening. However, their attentions are soon drawn to the large screens. Static noises screech through the arena, as some familiar pictures start flashing up on screen again....








A new picture flashes up on screen....



The static reappears on screen, as the lights come back up in the arena.

[Jake Steele]

The Highly Original Jack Jefferson Gauntlet Challenge
Jack Jefferson/Jonny Spade


The boos are deafening as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre plays throughout the arena and Jack Jefferson swaggers through the curtain and onto the stage wearing. He smirks as the fans begin to jeer him and start a “We love Spade!” chant to spite him. Jefferson points to the slogan on his t-shirt and nods his head in a smug fashion. His t-shirt reads: “When God made me he was just showing off!” and the fans don’t appreciate the sentiment and begin a “Fuck you Jefferson!” chant which only serves to widen the smirk on his face. He swaggers down to the ring, taking a detour around the ring to snatch Philip’s microphone before rolling into the ring.

Jefferson: It’s time for the Jack Jefferson Gauntlet Challenge! Last week I destroyed three opponents in order to prove myself to that good for nothing sonuvabitch Jonny Spade. Well this week it’s his turn to take on three opponents in one match and do you know what? I don’t think he’s got what it takes! It takes a very special competitor, like me, to overcome three separate opponents and it’s a simple fact that Jonny Spade is distinctly average!

So, without further ado allow me to introduce the first competitor – and eventual loser...Jonny Spade!!

“Won’t Back Down” by Fuel hits and the crowd erupts for the appearance of Jonny Spade who appears extremely focused as he walks down the ramp. He takes his time to slap hands with his many ringside fans before rolling into the ring where he receives a sneer of derision from Jefferson.

Jefferson: Before I introduce your opponent Jonny I’d better explain something. There’s been a little change of plans. Ya see, last week you typically went for the standard three man gauntlet match. Well there ain’t nothing standard about me so my challenge should reflect that! I used a bit of originality and decided it would be more interested if you faced your first two opponents...at the same time.

So, let me introduce to you the team of “D-Man” Daunte Thomas and Freight Train McMichaelson...D-TRAIN!!

Jefferson shoots a satisfied smirk over at Spade as he exits the ring and “Wanksta” by 50 Cent hits the speakers. D-Train walk out to a chorus of boos and the two huge men take pride in intimidating fans in the front row as they walk to the ring. Spade waits in the centre of the ring, anticipation on his face as he considers how to combat two such powerhouse wrestlers at once. Both men attempt to enter the ring at the same time but McMichaelson is cut off by a Baseball Slide which sends him tumbling to the floor outside the ring and leaves Spade alone in the ring with Daunte Thomas.

*Bell Rings*

Knowing that he has to strike while the iron is hot Spade quickly nails D-Man with a picture perfect Dropkick and rapidly follows up with a Knee Drop to his head. Spade goes for the quick cover but is only able to obtain a one count. As Spade gets up he turns into a McMichaelson elbow driven right into the top of his skull. Now D-Train are able to utilise the numbers game as both men stomp on Spade. D-Man drops down on top of him, hooking a leg as he does so. Obviously, this isn’t enough to put Spade away and he kicks out promptly on one. Both men drag Spade to his feet and Thomas hammers him with a flurry of right hands as McMichaelson holds him in place. McMichaelson then whips Spade off the ropes and straight into a Charging Shoulder Block from D-Man. Freight Train makes the cover.

...1...

...2...

...Kickout straight after the 2!

Spade fights his way to his feet with punches for both his opponents which leave both men on opposite sides of the ring. They both charge in sync but Spade is able to get out of the way, leaving them to collide in embarrassing fashion. Spade climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes crashing down on D-Man, who is lying flat on his face, with a Double Knee Drop to his back. He covers him...

...1...

...2...

...Broken up by McMichaelson!

McMichaelson hauls Spade to his feet, smashing him across the back of the neck. Grasping the back of Spade’s neck McMichaelson lifts him into the air and slams him down with authority and completing the Amaze Impact. He then rolls Spade over and comes back off the ropes to hit a Running Splash Pin...

...1...

...2...

...Kickout!

D-Man grasps Spade’s hair and drags him to his feet as McMichaelson gets to his feet. The team both drive their boots into Spade’s gut before lifting him up and slamming him into the mat with a Double Powerbomb. They pull Spade to his feet and Thomas lifts him up into position for his Trip to Death Row, Running Samoan Drop, which he hits onto the outstretched knee of McMichaelson, completing the move known as the Death Breaker. McMichaelson follows up with a Running Splash Pin and outside the ring Jefferson smirks; he clearly thinks this is over.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THR--KICKOUT!!

Spade manages to get his shoulder up marginally before the referee is able to count three. Neither member of D-Train, or Jefferson on the outside, can believe it and both Thomas and McMichaelson get in the ref’s face but this allows Spade a moment to recover. He rolls Thomas up...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!

McMichaelson is shocked and horrified that D-Man is unable to kick out. Thomas looks extremely annoyed that McMichaelson didn’t stop the pinfall but he doesn’t have time to take up his issues with his tag partner because he has to leave the ring and go to the back, looking extremely unhappy as he does so. With his partner walking slowly up the ramp and Spade distracted by Jefferson hurling abuse in his direction McMichaelson charges, taking Spade by surprise with a Patriot Tackle. He covers him...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE--NO!!

Spade kicks out a millisecond before the three count on sheer will alone. McMichaelson can’t believe it and he roars in frustration whilst pounding his fists into the mat. Spade uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and squares off with McMichaelson, looking wary as he does so. He avoids the initial rush from McMichaelson and lays him out with a Dropkick as he turns to see McMichaelson charging back at him again. Spade stands, lifting McMichaelson onto his shoulders and hitting with a Fireman’s Carry into a Backbreaker. He lifts McMichaelson up and hits him with the Silver Spade, the impact causing his head to bounce off the mat. Spade hooks his leg...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!!

*Bell Rings*

Outside the ring, Jefferson looks extremely shocked that Spade was able to overcome both members of D-Train. Spade, however, is showing the effects and looks exhausted but from his stance, ready for his next opponent.

Jefferson: Congratulations Spade, that was almost impressive! I’m afraid to inform you that you’re not going to win the match though because your next opponent is...

As Jefferson was talking he was busy retrieving a steel chair from underneath the ring. He now slips quietly into the ring, chair in hand, and stands behind Spade. He then promptly, and brutally, nails Spade with a chair shot that renders him near-unconscious. Jefferson then finishes the job as he brings the chair crashing down on Spade’s head again, rendering him unconscious. Jefferson then picks up his mic and continues with his introduction.

Jefferson: ...ME, JACK JEFFERSON!!

*Bell Rings*

Jefferson could easily pin Spade right now but instead he adds insult to injury by paintbrushing him and hauling him to his feet. He then positions Spade on the top rope and climbs up to the middle rope in order to hit him with his Fallaway Moonsault. Jefferson then performs an extremely lazy cover...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!!

*Bell Rings*

Jefferson: And the winner of the match...ME!! Now hold my arm up!

The referee complies and holds Jefferson’s arm aloft as he celebrates. He goes extremely over the top by getting extremely excited and celebrating on each turnbuckle in turn, doing his signature pose by slapping his pectoral muscle and holding his arms out wide whilst his fingers form a gun shape. He also spends a good deal of time taunting the audience as they boo him profusely.

As Jonny begins to recover from the chair shot he sees that Jefferson is standing on one of the turnbuckles overly celebrating his win to the disappointment of the fans in the arena. Jonny finally gets to his feet using the ropes for support. However, as he finally is able to stand on his own without the ropes for help Jack is already half way up the ramp heading to the back when Jonny calls to him…

Jonny: Oh real smart with the chair there.

Jonny says as he holds his head and rubs it. Jack turns his head and smirks back towards Jonny as he walks backwards up the ramp the rest of the way.

Jonny: But all that just went to show was that A. Your scared of me and/or B. Your scared of me and finally C. You didn’t want to wrestle me cleanly because you know you’d lose.

The fans laugh and cheer at the choices, but Jefferson shakes his head and looks around the arena quickly.

Jonny: Yah, yah whatever you say. If you’re not scared then come down to the ring and let’s do this properly.

Jonny drops the mic and steps back to against the ropes to give Jefferson some space to enter the ring but Jefferson holds up a finger and shakes it indicating that he’s not going to do anything tonight. Jonny laughs expecting it to happen and he walks back to pick up the mic.

Jonny: Wow Jack so predictable, I had a feeling you would decline my offer because you were so tired from your match or for whatever reason. So I will offer you this…Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Spade at Ragnarok! What do you say about that?

The crowd pops for the proposal of the match and Jack goes to the back to get himself a mic and when he returns with a mic in hand, his response is…

Jefferson: Oh this is absolutely priceless! I mean, come on, you don’t really deserve to be in the same ring as someone of my calibre but ya know what Jonny boy? I’m gonna throw you a bone at Ragnarok by allowing you in my ring! Be warned though, cos I’m gonna fuck you up!

Jefferson drops his mic and a tension-filled stare down ensues between the two men as the crowd go wild for the announcement of another PPV match. Many of the fans begin to chant “Fuck him up Spade, fuck him up!” and soon it is deafening as pretty much everyone in the arena is chanting along. Jonny Spade smiles and nods, pointing to the fans whilst keeping his eyes fixed on Jefferson. Jefferson’s response is to smirk, shaking his head and then runs his thumb across his throat as he stares straight back.


Fade to Black

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Punch drunk rivalry (Credit: XS3/Dan)

Saturday, January 24, 2009
10:11 PM

Sip.

That's the only sound that emanated from the lips of "The Welsh Dragon" Dan White as he threw another drink back at the ol' ACW watering hole. Having been through a long month that felt like eons upon eons of time rather than twenty-three days, Dan just wanted to relax with a pint. He didn't want to fight; he didn't want to look at anyone. He just wanted to rock out by himself to the beat of his own drum. But what he was about to experience next would be a different experience, to say the least.

As Dan continued on with his drinking, the sound of the door opening and closing didn't seem to faze him. But when the person sat down next to him, he recoiled with disgust.

Dan: Ah, it had to be you, right?

XS3 let out a small smirk and turned to the bartender.

Dan: Look, if you're here for a fight, all I gotta do is call the Royles and they'll be here to kick your arse from one end of this--

XS3: Couple shots of your finest whiskey, my man.

The bartender obliged and grabbed a couple of shotglasses, pouring a shot of whiskey into each glass for XS3. Dan looked on confused as XS3 slid a glass towards him.

XS3: Dan, I'm going to be honest with you. Something you never learned about me is this: I'm one-third Irish, one-third Scottish and one-third Russian. Drinking is something that I also need to help medicate me through times of peril. That's why around Maple Creek, I tend to have some kickass New Year's parties.

Dan cocked his head to one side.

Dan: So what are you getting at?

XS3: Look, what I'm trying to say is this. At Ragnarok, we'll be mortal enemies once again, dueling on opposite sides of the battlefield with our respective allies. But that doesn't mean that for one night, we can put our differences aside and have a little contest that will require little physical strength.

Dan looked down at the glass handed to him and furrowed his brow.

Dan: You're suggesting a drinking contest.

XS3: Yes.

A coy grin emerged from both men's faces.

Dan: You're on, pal. I've already got a head start, and you have have no idea how quickly I can clean a bottle of Vodka.

XS3: Likewise with the playoff season.

Both men raised their glasses and spoke "Cheers" before downing their first glass of this tumultuous contest.

1:24 AM

Well, three hours had passed and sure enough, both men were absolutely annihilated. They struggled against their bodies to retain balance on their seats as XS3 had a big dumb grin on his face. Dan had a sheepish grin and looked over at XS3.

Dan: We-well yer-yer know what? Yo-you ain't s-s-so bad. A-and I th-th-think we cleaned em dry!

XS3: Aye lad, 'tis nothin' more than a son of beautiful mudder Ireland would love. Ah reckon somethin', you'll be sent to da' stones, llllllladd-ay or so 'elp me god, I will take back Alaska for modern Russia.

Dan: Aye! Bonny lad! Pure bonny!

XS3: Dude… I forgot to mention.

Dan: Heh heh… What?

XS3: I'm… *snicker* part-French too.

Dan: WAHEY! WE GOT A FUCKING ONION MUNCHER!!

XS3: I KNOW, EH! LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK! OUI OUI MON AME! XDXDXD

Dan: HAHAHA, you surrender and you said "eh!"

XS3: HAHAHA… Ooooooh…

And with that, XS3 finally lost his sense of balance and fell backwards off of his chair and onto the filthy floor of the bar. Dan began to stagger up out of his seat and began to head towards the door. Within seconds, he too collapsed in a heap and the bartender sighed at XS3 and Dan White, who not only made good enemies but apparently, good drinking buddies as well.

Fade.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Rage Clouds The Mind

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

As camera’s return to Warfare after a commercial break, we see Charlotte standing next to none other than the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews backstage in the ACW Arena. Scott looks he would rather not be there, but as he says “the show must go on”.

Charlotte: Hello, ACW fans! With me at this time is Scott Andrews; a man who recently lost his father after an assault turned into murder. Scott, how are you coping?

Scott looks down, emotionless still.

Scott: I’m taking my time to get used to the fact that I no longer have a father; and now I no longer have either of my parents with me. It’s tough, it really is, but I just have to get on with things and figure out where to go from here. I’m not gonna let what that bastard did effect my performance in the ring; expect for fuelling my fire of course.

Charlotte: Speaking of which, you face XS3 tonight; how do you think you’ll fare against him?

Scott: There ain’t a damn soul alive that scares me, and if he wants a piece of Scott Andrews, I’ll give it to him; simple as that. But I don’t back down, and I show no mercy to those who choose to become my enemies, so we’ll see when the time comes whether he wants to be an enemy or not.

Charlotte: On the topic of enemies; Henry McKaye. What is being done to resolve your issues with each other?

Scott: Well, as a matter of fact, I just got off the phone to our stand in Chairman, seeing as both out real and our replacement Chairman are both out of commission, and it is set in stone for Ragnarok; Henry McKaye vs. Scott Andrews.

The crowd cheer as they pray for retribution on Scott’s part. As the noise dies down, out of no-where comes a flying clothesline, knocking Scott to the ground; Henry McKaye.

The ever confident McKaye begins laying a ground and pound assault on the ACW veteran until security manages to pull him off. Scott immediately gets to his feet and rushes the security guards, pushing the group of men out of the double doors next to them, forcing them into the arena, onto the ramp from the side.

Scott begins punching Henry in the head numerous times before even more security guards are brought in to stop the ruckus. Henry and Scott stand at opposite ends of the stage as the guards do their best to hold back the wrath of each man. Henry is handed a microphone.

McKaye: Scott...the death of your father may have just been what you needed to become strong again...When he was around, you were vulnerable, weak and showed too much compassion towards your fellow man...But now I can see that flame in your eye...You’re ready to unleash that inner demon!

And unleash it he does. Scott busts out of the guards grip and jumps at Henry, taking both of them, plus about four guards, down off the ramp into a stack of electrical equipment below.

McNally: Oh my God! Off the stage!

Edison: DAAAANNNGEERROOOOUUSSSS!!!

The sparks from the landing leave the crowd wondering if any man that took the fall will come away from the scene unscarred. Surely enough, no-one stirs and EMT’s are rushed to the ground below the stage.

McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that no man is moving and that extreme care is being taken not to aggravate any sustained injuries from the fall...I just hope these men are capable of competing this weekend at the PPV.

Scott and Henry are lifted onto stretchers and wheeled out back as ad breaks resume.

Fade Out.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Gameplan
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the Dwight Gym’s training ring, along with Felix Santana Jr, while the Capitalists and Tim Dwight watch at ringside. The Senator, visibly fatigued, tries to keep up as Santana goes for a flying armdrag. Phillips rolls through from the basic takedown, and meets his opponent with a big chop as they reach their feet. Dwight calls time at this point, and steps into the ring, Capitalists in tow.

“Textbook” Tim Dwight: Well done, you’ve not lost a step…not too much of a step, at least!

The Senator: Hmph, not good enough. Felix, I must thank you for your aid, but Zero is too fast for me to take head on. He is not just fast, but explosive, and scarily instinctive to boot.

Dwight: And that is why you’re still working at it! I have confidence that you can beat him if you fight him in the right way.

Fitsharris: And I just want to get back to playing Super Turbo, dang it, I have a ranking to uphold!

Kalb: You’re 11,212 in the world, and do nothing but pick Ken…

Fitsharris: Shut up, Ken’s the man, and so am I!

Senator: Both of you, hush. Tim, I do believe I can win, I do know I can win this match! The problem is, I just do not believe that I am at the point where I should win. And I do hate fighting in a losing effort.

Dwight: Look, I know you have not quite been yourself, but…

Senator: I know, I know, I should just go out there as I usually do, make the Clubber Lang prediction, and teach Jay Zero a lesson. But for some reason, I cannot help but feel that he outmatches me on paper.

Dwight: Since when did that ever stop you? Chance Emmerson! He was considered near unstoppable, shoot, I’d never want to have faced him! But you did, and you won!

Senator: That was then, this is now, and right now, my fighting spirit is at low ebb. Probably my Senatorial matters getting to me.

Fitsharris: Hey, Senator, you sound emo.

Kalb: Kev, you’re dead…

Senator: You know, I would deck you right now, Mr. Fitsharris, if it were not for the fact that you might just have a legitimate point. I wrestle to let out my tension, not build it up! Sure, I feel a bit ineffective as a member of the United States Senate, and I feel just plain old. But the more I think of the younger generation here in ACW, the likes of Jay Zero, Jake Steele, and their ilk, the more incensed I become. They think they can waltz into the main event and hold court over ACW! They think they can make this fed their own personal plaything…and I shall not, I cannot let that stand. Mr. Zero may emerge victorious this weekend, but he will feel the effect of this fight well into the future. It is my duty to go out there, do my best, and perhaps beat all the odds, and win this match! George Washington knew the odds when he fought the British, but he did it anyway, and forged a new nation! I can do no better than to follow the example of my nation’s greatest founding father, and bring that same never-say-die attitude at Ragnarok! Win, lose, or draw, I will give Jay Zero a fight he will not soon forget, and that, my friends, is nothing…but the truth.

Fade Out

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*Ding, Ding*

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first from The End of The Tracks… Thunder TRAAIIINN!!!

“Metal Cover of Gourmet Race” hit’s the PA System and Thunder Train makes his way down to the ring to a mixed reaction, but mainly boos cause he’s a no-good child burner. Someone in the crowd holds “TRAIN ATE MY DOG!” sign and Train sees it, rubbing his belly and licking his lips. Mmmmm dog. Train goes into the ring and gets ready for some Senator.

Phillip Jones: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C., The SENATOOORRRRRR!!!

”Hail to the Chief” plays and Senator comes out from the back. He doesn’t look in the mood to Nixon pose so he just makes his way into the ring. The bell rings as he does.

Once it does, Senator begins moving around the ring as Train smiles. Senator moves towards him and Train charges after, but Senator steps to the side and hits Train directly in the knee with a Roundhouse Kick! Train clutches the back of his leg but he catches Senator by the head and shoves him into the corner nearby. Senator tries not back down from that though and comes back with a second Roundhouse Kick to the leg! Train grabs hold of his leg again, this time dropping to the mat. On one knee, Senator takes advantage of getting the big man down and he runs to the ropes, tipping Train over as he assaults the knee with a dropkick! Train rolls over onto his stomach and can be seen getting visibly frustrated by being put onto the mat, especially this early into the match. He pushes himself up to his feet and just stands up as Senator greets him with kicks to the side and punches to the face. Train bobs and weaves along with the strikes, trying to avoid the full impact of them. And getting more and more frustrated with each strike, Train stops the strike and strike attempts altogether, grabbing Senator by the neck with both hands, lifting him up into the air. Senator is caught off guard for a minute, but not long enough as he slams the side of his hands down onto Train’s neck making him release the grip.

Train lowers his head, holding onto his shoulders. Senator smirks and gets hold of Train’s neck, crossing his arms and hitting the Liberty Spike! Vintage Senator! He covers.

ONE…

…TWO…NO!

Senator rolls off of Train, yet stays on him, trying to lock in the armbar. Train doesn’t let that happen though as he pushes him off and rises up to his feet. Senator is pushed a few steps back, which is just enough for what he is about to do next. Senator charges at Train, looking to almost leap into the air, but whatever he was going for backfires heavily as Train catches him and drives Phillips’ ribs into his knee with a Rib-Breaker! Senator’s side crashes against Train’s hard knee, just like he crashes to the mat after, followed by a pin from Train.

ONE…

…TWO…

…THR-NO!

Train thinking that would take Senator out gets up and asks the ref “what the fuck”. It was a hard move, but Senator is a hard fighter and this match seems to be far from over. Train just thinks whatever now and picks Senator up, elbowing him into head which staggers the member of the Senate. Train then elbows him again, before pulling him back and lifting Senator into the air. Train doesn’t put him down either. He just keeps him up there. Stalling. Stalling. Stalling… Suplex! Senator slams onto the mat as Train pins again.

ONE…

…TWO…

…TH-NO!

The fans cheer as Senator is still in this. Train on the other hand looks like he could eat the ref alive. The ref backs up thinking that he just might. Train goes to pick up Senator, lifting him onto his shoulders backwards as he does. It looks like he’s going for the OM NOM BOMB! NO! Senator flips out of the attempt landing perfectly on his feet. Running behind Train, Senator tiredly and painfully runs to the ropes, limping a bit as he does. Train turns himself around and sees Senator pacing at him, before his arm extends out…! Washington Lariat! Senator hooks the massive leg.

ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!

Phillip Jones: Your winner, by pinfall… The Senator!

[Jake Steele]

Change Of Plan
Credit: Jake Cheng

As Jake walks into his still empty locker room, he sees one of his great friends sitting in the middle on the room. Stan the Cameraman is sitting on the fold up chair, leaning over resting his forehead in the palm of his hand, executing the perfect facepalm. Stan looks up to see the sighing face of Jake.

Jake Cheng: What was that for?

Stan the Cameraman: Do you need to see those charts again or something?

Jake Cheng: Stan, I made a deal with him. You heard it. If I am already leaving I might as well take Bill Wright down with me. He is scum that is destroying ACW.

Stan the Cameraman: But Jake, your legacyyy.

Jake Cheng: Don’t extend your words at me young man. I know what I am doing. And besides, this means I go out with a win.

Stan the Cameraman: Well, Jake, I made a promise to you. And since I can change your opponent, I’m going to, well…change your opponent. I am going to make him not generic. I mean, sure, he’s got the Hulk thing or whatever, but angriness is common. I have a list.

Jake Cheng: Oh god…

Stan reaches into his right jean pocket and takes out a folded up piece of the paper. He unfolds it and clears his throat.

Stan the Cameraman: So first we give him some props. Like a boa for some charisma. And then we’ll throw some sunglasses on him for the cool factor. And then maybe we’ll put a superhero mask on him to make him mysterious. And then he needs a inanimate love interest so he can give him something like mannequin’s leg or a mop. And last but not least he needs to have his little helper…Socko de Generico!

Jake Cheng: ……

Stan the Cameraman: And then, he needs an accent. American? Boring. Unless he picked up a Deep South accent. But otherwise he should say he like Scottish or something. Something more badass than Kentucky!

Jake Cheng: If I recall correctly, you are from Kentucky.

Stan the Cameraman: Right but I am a cameraman. I mean, who else here has a cameraman?

Jake Cheng: But Stan, you’ve actually operated the camera only a handful of times.

Stan the Cameraman: So? Just because I actually have a gimmick you are going to rag on me?

Jake Cheng: Stan, you are not going to be able to change him. We need to change focus. Kicking his ass.

Stan the Cameraman: Hell yeah! One last match. Lets do this.

The two men do that handshake where you grabs hands and then hit shoulders. I really don’t know a better way to describe it. Afterward, Jake slaps Stan and the back and the two walk out of the locker room

Fade Out

[Jake Steele]

”Double Laceration”
Credit: Danny Mainer/Fallen Souls

A cold air crept over Fallen as he walked to his locker room door. Cradling a hot dog in his left hand with mustard and ketchup he opens his personal lockerroom door breathing a sigh of relief to have some time to himself. He takes a bite of the hotdog and then opens the door letting the rush of air conditioning give him the heroes welcome he deserves after his hard work of the evening. He reaches in trying to hit the light-switch and after struggling in the dark he hits the nail on the head. The second the light flickers on Fallen practically jumps out of his skin as a meat cleaver twirls through the air hurtling towards him like Zeus's lightning. He jumps to one side instinctively dropping his hot dog at the same time, it doesn't have the chance to hit the floor though as it lands in the path of the cleaver and is smushed into pieces as the cleaver embeds itsself in the wall. X falls to his knees in deep mourning of his hot do.

FSX: YOU FUCKING BASTARD! MY DELICIOUS MEAT! NOOOOOO!

Danny Mainer: ”Semi-blind my ass. That hot dog is a metaphorical Double Penetration and lobbing Sally at it is exactly what I plan to do.”

Fallen gasps a little with shock at the realization of yet another party knowing of his medical conditions but in true Fallen Souls style he sends a comeback hurling as fast as the meatcleaver that Danny just lobbed at his head..

FSX: It would be partially blind. Seriously, why is it that everyone around here can't speak proper english? I'm supposed to be the foreigner, right? ...Say, how'd you get in here anyway?

Danny Mainer: ”Credit cards make fantastic lockpicks, ace.”

FSX: Well, I suppose that would explain that. Break into a locker room and attempt to murder someone who has done no wrong. Yeah, that sounds alot like you...seriously, they shouldn't let you carry around that cleaver.

Danny Mainer: ”That meat cleaver has a name. Sally is a third generation superstar. First there was Masamune, then there was Gene and now there’s Sally. I can name weapons stupid things too y’know?”

FSX: Props to you. Your already half way to being the same fucking idiot that those before you were as well, your just not quite a scientist yet. So tell me, do you have any good reason for being here? I mean, do you just like stalking me around and further proving to everyone that your a complete idiot? It's really starting to get creepy, honestly. I've dealt with stupidity in the past, and I've done everything in my power to correct it, but you truly step it up a notch. It's too the point you don't think about your actions, and just blindly do things...Yet I'M the one that was put in an asylum? Such bullshit.

Danny Mainer: ”Good for you. Despite the fact I’m still picking splinters out of my asshole, I figure it be best if I came to see you get this contract signed for Saturday.”

FSX: Wait, what's the point of a contract signing? The match is already on the card, isn't it? Seems really unnecessary...

Danny Mainer: ”Because I don’t want you bailing? I don’t want to hear any bullshit of a doctors note on Ragnarok night. I want to make sure I’ve got nothing that can stop me from putting you in a bodybag!”

FSX: I'm sorry, but I'm starting to think your confusing me with yourself. I don't run away from any challenge, and I kinda prove that by showing up despite everything and anything that's happened to me over the years. You, on the other hand, have a desperate need to constantly be in the spotlight. Your like a five year old that's not getting paid attention too every waking moment. Because of this you can't even focus on a single match with me! Your too busy dicking around and calling out other people, and why? Because you them to come back and speak their disapproval of your childish insults. Only problem? Not everyone is still in the first grade, Mainer.

Danny Mainer: ”Why the Hell would you care what I do? I thought I was a disgrace to work with.”

FSX: I don't give a damn what you do, honestly. Your not my problem, and I shouldn't be putting up with all of this shit in the first place. So why do I? Because your on the hottest track around to an early death, and your sure as hell going to drag anyone you can down with you. Your a terrible person right now, and I've never met someone more immature or sad then yourself. You need to change, and for whatever reason I can't help but try and change people who need that extra push. So yeah, I don't give a damn about you. You don't deserve my respect, and you sure as hell don't deserve my time. But I do give a damn about the people you'll drag down with you, and they don't deserve that shit.

Danny rudely feigns a yawn, palming his mouth repeatedly before straightening up serious again and staring at X.

Danny Mainer: ”Thanks for the delicious metaphor X but I’d be lying if I said I gave a fuck about a single word that comes out of your mouth. The only words I want to hear from you after Ragnarok are something along the lines of “I’m quitting”, “I’m resigning” or only in my dreams because you’re too proud to admit it but “I’m retiring because I can’t keep up with the likes of younger superstars. I’m talking Dave Tyler, Wayde Russeller and better then all the rest the man that single-handedly ruined my career… Danny Mainer”. Dreaming I know but if you could make that happen I’d be as grateful as hell.”

FSX: I really wish you would just shut the fuck up, Mainer. Enough of this, just give me the damn contract.

Danny Mainer: ”Sign it cripple boy.”

Danny produces it from behind his back and hands it along with a pen to Fallen. He quickly signs his name on the dotted line and shoves it forcefully into the chest of Danny. Danny just smirks and walks around X leaving through the open door as X boils in his own rage. Just as the segment is about to fade off however, Danny reaches back into the locker room and laughs weakly at the realization he left Sally in there. He yanks it out the wall and then disappears off into the night for good leaving just a shot of X’s face.

FADE

[Jake Steele]

“The Most Electrifying Men in Sports Entertainment!”
Credit: Macho Man, Jake Steele & Thunderkiss

[Hours have passed. Slowly, both Jake Steele and Macho begin to stir as they awaken from their forced slumber. Both pairs of eyes slowly creep open and drink in nothing but total darkness. Their skin tells their brain that they are somewhere cold, damp, far away from the warmth of the sun. Their mouths are the last parts of their body to recover, and for a man standing nearby in the shadows, he couldn’t be more thankful for this fact.]

Jake Steele - Where are we?![/COLOR]

Thunderkiss: Don’t you just love the decor?! I’m surprised you have no clue where you are at. You are in my former home, a lovely, cold, lonely place also known as the ACW Arena basement. Isn’t it lovely?

Macho Man: Brudah, you have three seconds to let me loose, and the Mach’ means THREE SECO -

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: SHUT UP! All this chatting gives me a massive headache! All month long I’ve had to endure both of your speech impediments and it has driven me INSANE! BRUDAH THIS AND BRUDAH THAT! YO, MONEY THIS AND YO, MONEY THAT! Well no more! Tonight, we are going to fix this situation with a practice I like to call “The Thunderkiss Phonics System!”

Jake Steele - Aw hell to da nizzah![/color]

Thunderkiss: Are either one of your familiar with Ivan Pavlov’s theory on classic conditioning? Meh, who am I trying to kid? That’s like asking Wayde Russeller if he knows what Einstein’s theory of general relativity is. Let me explain it in elementary terms for you two dimwits. Our body responds favorably towards things that stimulate it, like sex and candy. I mean, who doesn’t like sex or candy!? Anyway, the more you enjoy something the more your body trains you to like it, to crave it. Tonight, we are going to train your bodies to force you two to crave the English language. And heaven help me if it takes all night!

Macho: Enough of this blabbin’, you tell the Mach’ what you are planning to do right NOW!

Thunderkiss: Ask and you shall receive, Macho Puke! Joytoy? Why don’t you tell our two contestants what they have won!

[Out from nowhere comes the Extreme Pleasure Nurse JOYTOY wearing an evening dress as if she had just stepped off the set of the “Price is Right.” Taking a spot in between Steele and Macho, she runs her hands down the sides of tonight’s special accommodations while giving TK’s captives a run down of what they are in store for tonight.]

JOYTOY: Gladly, baby! Thunderkiss, our two contestants tonight have won their very own ELECTRIC CHAIRS! Capable of sending mass voltage into a human body, their experiences tonight shall surely be shocking, that is, of course, they can avoid from using the word "brudah" or slang. Back to you, Kiss!

Thunderkiss: Well thank you Nurse Joytoy! *rubbing hands together* Now, let the game begin.

[With a twinkle in his eye, Thunderkiss pulls down the level that controls the current to both chairs. A loud hum fills the room and it confirms to TK that both chairs are now active. With a skip in his step, he walks over to both flies caught in his web and begins to verbally torture them into hopeful submission.]

Thunderkiss: So Macho, how does it feel to be a helpless little putz?

Macho Man: Brudah -

*ZAP*

Macho Man: oOoOoOOoOoOOoOoOOoOoOOoOH NO!

[Seeing an incredible amount of voltage sear Macho’s nerves is enough for Jake Steele to come unhinged. He pulls at his shackles and screams forth his dismay, a mistake that will prove most costly.]

Jake Steele - Dis -[/COLOR]

*ZAP*

Jake Steele - WHAT DA HE -[/COLOR]

*ZAP*

Jake Steele - Aw nigga, naw![/COLOR]

*ZAP*

Jake Steele - Gagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagaga![/COLOR]

Thunderkiss: HAHAHAHHAHA, oh man! I gotta get me one of those prison executioner jobs when I hang these boots up! This is just TOO much fun!

[Wanting to make an objection, Macho opens his mouth once more and in doing so asks for seconds. He shall receive.]

Macho Man: THUNDERKISS, BRUDAH -

*ZAP*

Macho Man: BRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAHBRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAH BRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAHBRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAH BRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAHBRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAH BRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAHBRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAH BRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAHBRUDAH,BRUDAHBRUDAH

*ZAP ZAP ZAP*

~!~BOOM~!~

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Thunderkiss: Well shit.

[Macho’s vocabulary has done the unthinkable - it has blown the entire Island electric grid. The strain on the chair was too much and the whole populous of ACW Isle now sit in a total blackout.]

Maxwell McNally: Ginger is going to have a heart attack over tonight’s electric bill when he sees it.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Huh? Sorry, Max, I wasn’t listening. I’m too busy fondling females in the crowd now that the lights are off! It’s not sexual harassment if you can’t see it!

[While many are angry over this, especially those who’s save devices are now corrupted due to their systems shutting off while in use, nobody can make the ire of both Jake Steele and Randy Kanyon. Their bodies sizzling in heat, they want nothing more than to tear Thunderkiss apart organ by organ but the vibrations deep within will prevent them from doing so for days, or perhaps if they are lucky enough, hours. Thunderkiss on the other hand takes this new development in stride. While he certainly would love to incite more pain, what has transpired is enough to keep a smile on his face for some time to come.]

[FADE]

[Jake Steele]

Title: END TRANSMISSION
Credit: A.C. Evans

We fade back up to the inside of the arena. The fans are on their feet, awaiting for something to happen. They don't have to wait much longer as the brooding sounds of Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) by AFI fill the arena.

LOVE..YOUR HATE.
YOUR..FAITH LOST...
YOU..ARE NOW..
ONE..OF US!

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The fans boo loudly as the group now known as The Faith slowly walk out from behind the curtain. Evans, Lynch, Hughes and now Wayde stop at the top of the ramp. Evans stands in front of all three men with his head hung low. He slowly raises it as the fans are booing loudly. Lynch and Wayde slowly walk down the ramp as Hughes looks a little bit..different tonight. He grins a subtle grin as he slowly walks down the ramp. As Evans, Lynch and Wayde all enter the ring through the ropes, Hughes simply slides in. As the boos slowly subside, Evans walks over and demands a microphone. He stands in front of his three followers. He paces back and forth and soon begins to speak.

A.C. EVANS: Tonight was a night for the Faith. Not only did we gain a new member in Wayde here tonight..but we showed our true colors, didn't we Jeremiah? Needless to say, Jeremiah has been punished for his loss and will repent for his sins. Nonetheless, Wayde, you will become a valuable asset to The Faith in our movement to bring salvation to ACW. This is our mission. We will not falter. We will not fail. We will save the ACW and all of it's fans.

The fans boo loudly, which only makes Evans' grin a bit. Evans walks up to Lynch and stands in front of him.

A.C. EVANS: You see, over the pass few weeks, people have been watching what The Faith has been doing. We've been sometimes hurting people to have them accept salvation. However, tonight was not different. Wayde approached us and wanted to be saved. Wayde, we thank you for that. You will not be forgotten in this world. When you fall and stumble, we will be there for you. Your dedication to saving others will not go unnoticed. I tell you this, ACW, spare yourself the pain and simply accept salvation.

Evans grins as the fans boo louder.

A.C. EVANS: But tonight isn't about our mission. Tonight is about Ragnarok. You see, Ragnarok is the term used to describe a battle between two deity's of some sorts. I find this fitting. You see, at Ragnarok, The Faith will be making many appearances. At Ragnarok, our mission will be fully carried out and we will complete what was asked of us. At Ragna--

CLACK!

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What the hell! Evans has been laid out by no one other than..

JONNY HUGHES!

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Lynch and Wayde turn around only to get drilled by Hughes as well. Hughes is wearing a pair of brass knuckles! The fans are cheering like crazy! Hughes grins a devilish smile and paces around the ring. He walks over to Evans and begins to stomp away at him. Evans is now bleeding from his forehead. Hughes, in a symbolic gesture, smears Evans blood on his chest now. Hughes slides under the ropes and grabs a steel chair. He slides back in to see Lynch and Wayde slowly trying to get back up to their feet. Lynch turns around and gets DRILLED over the head with the steel chair. Lynch rolls out of the ring in pain as Wayde turns around and gets a chair to the stomach. Wayde rolls out of the ring as well. Hughes throws the chair and lets out a ferocious roar, calling for Evans to get up. Evans picks himself up using the ropes and turns around. He gets kicked in the midsection and Hughes lifts him up.

THE DREAM SHATTERER

Hughes stands up and paces around the ring a little bit before grabbing the microphone that Evans dropped.

Jonny Hughes: You are right, Evans! Tonight is about Ragnarok. Tonight is about you and me at Ragnarok. I don't care if you like it, if these fans like it, or if your two little buddies there like it either! You want to use me for your gain? HUH BITCH! It's time you pay the price!

Hughes stomps on Evans a few more times.

Jonny Hughes: I WANT YOU AT RAGNAROK, EVANS!

Hughes grabs Evans face, which seems lifeless, and holds it close to him.

Jonny Hughes: Do you hear me, Evans? Try to use a bit of consciousness you have to pay attention for just a few seconds. You were always bitching about me ducking you, weren't you? Well now, you finally get to get your hands on me! But not with your little friends around. Oh no. I want to tear you limb from limb, Evans! AND AT RAGNAROK..I AM!

EVANS vs. HUGHES - STEEL CAGE MATCH!

Holy huge pop! Hughes throws Evans back on the ground and spits in his general direction. He throws the microphone on him, only before grinning and exiting the ring as "Spitfire" by Prodigy begins to play over the P.A system. Hughes walks back up the ramp, staring Evans down as Evans finally comes to a bit. He rolls on his stomach, with blood in his face. He grabs the microphone, huffing and puffing..

A.C. EVANS: Y...Your....ON!

Evans throws down the microphone as Hughes grins and disappears behind the curtain. Evans attempts to stand up as the scene..fades..to..black!

It seems that despite Evans' beliefs, Hughes did not have as much FAITH as he thought...

With Ragnarok merely days away, the matches have been announced and battle lines drawn, yet questions still linger...

Will youth triumph over experience for the World Title, or is this going to be another win for the lllinois political elite?

Whose ego will be able to deliver the goods when the International Title is on the line?

And will anyone actually make it out of the crucible of Ragnarok in one piece?

All of that will be found out... in no more than 5 days.

Fade to black.

End of Show.

[acevans]

Thunderkiss wins an award. I marked out for Lick It Up and it was played through the entire show for me. The electric chair segment had me in stitches, especially with Jake Steele.

Dave Tyler, even though that was a typical ladder match segment, I loved it. Williams vs. Tyler will be read fully by me. Great feud that you've guys got going.

Dan White's segments were sexy as well. His drinking contest with XS3 had me giggling like a little girl.

Jake Cheng's promos had me really believing in him for Ragnarok. They just seemed to flow so well and it seems real. Everything Cheng was saying seems like something someone would say when they retire from the biz'.

Mik, congrats on the win and good job sending in two promos. Keep it and you could become pretty good here, yo.

Also, I'm pissed because I can't figure out who the mystery person is.

In other news, The Faith welcomes Wayde!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Great show there everyone; massive thanks to Steele for organising it in my stead.

Lots of very strong storylines going on at the moment, it's particularly good to be able to read a lot of excellent material from our newer members.

[The Feature Presentation]

Machhh' it up!

Machhhh' it up!


OOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS ALL THE RAGE NOW!

Once again I am impressed.

Macho's MVP: Dan White/Jake Steele

Great match,great segments. You two are some of ACW's finest deserts, brudah!

[xs3]

Apologies for not getting the match in, I wasn't sent the result.

Other than that, this show has been a great read and XD @ the electric chair segment.

[The Senator]

Aargh, I was out of town today longer than I expected...I've now posted my seg here on this page.