Ragnarok 2009

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Match 6: Street Fight
Mr. Red vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Jason Freeman)

Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and is a street fight! Entering the ring first, from Long Island, New York...Jason Freeman!

"Ugly" by The Exies hits the speakers to the boos of the crowd, as a determined Jason Freeman walks out from the curtain. He makes his way down to the ring, seeming confident, and ready to possibly take Red out of action. Freeman certainly plans on making an impact tonight, and Red may be in trouble if he attempts to face him.

Phillip: And the opponent, from Columbus, Ohio...Mr. Red!

Mr. Red comes out to "Welcome to the Jungle" to a huge pop, and he charges down to the ring, ready to get some revenge on Freeman, tonight, and not backing down for a second. The two men stare at each other and wait for the bell to sound.

And the bell rings, and it’s on! Freeman makes his way forward, with the intent being to end Red’s career tonight, but Red still wants revenge for the axe kick he received to the head, and so as Freeman makes his way forward, Red charges in and tackles Freeman to the ground, and begins giving him some mounted punches to the head! The crowd cheers, showing their approval. Freeman desperately throws Red off of him, attempting to reach his feet, but Red is on him again! Punch after punch hits its mark. Red is thrown off again, and now Freeman reaches his feet, and throws a punch, but Red ducks, and rolls him up from behind. Despite his want to get his revenge by attacking Freeman, he knows that the best revenge would be to defeat him, and so he tries to get the quick pin…1…2….and Freeman kicks out hard. Red rolls to his feet. Freeman gets up, and Red charges him. Freeman bends down and grabs Red, lifting him into the air and trying to fall backwards, to cause Red to smash his head into the turnbuckle. Red however, lands on the second rope. Freeman turns and receives a kick to the jaw for his efforts. Freeman backs up, and turns…only to see a flying Red going for a crossbody! Red crossbodys Freeman to the ground, but Freeman rolls backwards through it. Freeman is by no means a power house, but he has a slight size advantage over Red, and is able to roll onto his feet, still holding Red in crossbody position, before giving him a powerslam to the ground. Freeman stomps on Red once, before going onto the apron, springboarding off the top rope, and landing in a stomp on Red’s head as Red was getting up on all fours.

McNally: Well THAT certainly got off to a quick start!
Edison: Well, Red wrestles a very fast-paced style, and Freeman certainly is able to when he has to.

Freeman stands up, and now begins to stomp on the fallen Red. Red attempts to get to his feet, but Freeman continues to knock him back down. Slowing this match is in Freeman’s favor, since Red certainly is still looking for revenge, and letting him get fired up could be disastrous. Red rolls out of the ring, onto the apron, grabbing the ropes and beginning to stand. Freeman walks over, only for Red to thrust his shoulder into the ring over the second rope, causing Freeman to bend over. Then Red gets to his feet, and knees Freeman right in the head, causing Freeman to fall back. Red raises a hand, and then jumps to the floor, looking under the ring. He pulls out…a steel chair! Red said he wanted to be ABLE to hit Freeman with a steel chair, and apparently he isn’t wasting any time with it. The match has barely begun, and already Red brings his weapon into the ring. Freeman begins to stand clutching his head from the stiff knee, only to get a steel chair across his back! The fans cheer! Freeman tries to stand again, and gets one more steel chair shot to the back! The fans cheer louder! Freeman staggers, and turns around only for Red to give him a HUGE steel chair shot to the head! THE FANS CHEER LOUDER STILL! Freeman crumples to the mat, and rolls outside of the ring, and Red smirks. Freeman lands on the mat, and while not out..seems incredibly dazed, and blood begins to trickle down from his forehead.

McNally: This match has barely started, and already Freeman is busted open!
Edison: Well, that was shades of their match on Warfare there!
McNally: That’s true, and it looks like Freeman is not having quite as easy a time as he imagined he would.

Freeman puts a hand to his head, and sees the blood and suddenly something seems to change inside of him. Now he’s mad. He snarls, and uses the apron to help himself get to his feet, only to see Red running right towards him! Red slides for a baseball slide, but Freeman sidesteps, and grabs Red, shoving him forward so that Red baseball slides out of the ring…and continues through the air right into the barricade! Red hits it hard, and falls to the ground, and Freeman goes on the attack, stomping wildly on him, before dropping down into his face yelling something inaudible, and punching him again and again and again and again. Freeman then wipes blood off his head with his fist, looks at it glaring, yells something again to Red, and then punches him in the face. Freeman begins to lift Red up, and once Red is standing, Freeman irish whips him into the steel steps. Red goes into them with such momentum that he flips right over them as he collides with the steel. Freeman walks right over to the fallen Red, unrelentless in his attack, and throws him into the ring.

Edison: Well, this seems to be the side of Freeman he said that he was going to show, alright.
McNally: Something inside of him seems to have snapped after that chairshot.

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Now Freeman enters the ring as well…not before going under the apron and pulling out a garbage can and garbage can lid though. He throws them into the ring, and picks up the lid to the garbage can. He looks down at Red, and waits for him, and as Red stands, he turns right into a stiff garbage can shot to the head! Freeman drops down, and goes for a vicious cover. 1…2…and Red kicks out, to the cheers of the fans. Freeman didn’t expect to win it so soon anyways, and he isn’t bothered by Red’s kicking out. He just bends over and drags him closer to the turnbuckle, before ascending to the top rope. He stands on it, and raises his arms for a second for the crowd, receiving obvious boos. Perhaps he is planning on going for some sort of moonsault, but whatever it is…it doesn’t matter because Red is already up by the time Freeman’s about to jump. Red puts a foot up on the bottom rope and hits Freeman in the head with the garbage can lid! Freeman begins to fall, however his legs hook around the top rope, and he ends up hanging upside down in tree of woe position. Red looks around to the crowd, and then stumbles over (still weak from Freeman’s recent assault) to the garbage can, before putting it in front of Freeman’s head. Red goes over to the opposite turnbuckle, before running, and baseball sliding the garbage can right into Freeman’s head!

Edison: OOOH, Freeman’s gotta be feeling that one!

Freeman flips backwards to the ground, and Red tries to cover him.
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Freeman kicks out! Red rolls off of Freeman, and then rolls to the floor outside of the ring. He walks over to Freeman’s Television Championship, and grabs it, before taking it into the ring! Freeman is finally managing to make it to his feet! And he turns around…only to be sent right down to the floor with a running title shot to the head by Red! The blood running down Freeman’s face is increasing, and Red looks down at the fallen Freeman with a smile, before tossing his title belt outside of the ring once again and dropping into a cover…
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Kick out! Freeman once again gets the shoulder up, though a bit closer to three this time! Red waits once more for him to get to his feet, obviously planning to continue his offense until Freeman can kick out no longer. Red runs as Freeman gets up, and springboards off the second rope, before flying at Freeman. But whatever he was going for, we will never know. Freeman grabs him, lifts him HIGH up into the air, gives a shout, and gives a lifting complete shot to Red RIGHT onto the garbage can that still lies in the corner, to the dismay of the crowd! Freeman is hurt no doubt, but he knows he has to make this offense count, and barely missing a beat he rolls over, gets a full nelson in on Red, and stands up, dragging Red to his feet, before going into a spinning faceplant right onto the same garbage can! The two high impact signature moves of Freeman certainly seem to put Red out. And Freeman now lies on the ground gaining his energy back.

McNally: Well it looks like Red could only dominate that for so long.
Edison: Well now that Freeman’s back in control I shudder to think of what he’s going to attempt to do.

After a while Freeman, finally manages to get to his feet. It has been too long a time to get a pinfall, and he knows it, but that’s okay, because Red hasn’t suffered nearly enough yet. Freeman begins to once again drag Red to his feet, and puts him against the turnbuckle, before nailing a couple shots on him, Freeman still moving a bit slowly because of the massive amounts of shots to the head he’s taken in this match. Freeman backs up for a second, and the runs forward…he hits a double knee to Red, handstands on the top rope, and then flips back down, into a double front dropkick. Freeman usually ends that combo in a backroll, but he doesn’t have the nimbleness right now to do that, and so he just lands on his back, and makes his way back up to his feet. Red however, has fallen forward, and is now on the ground. Freeman drags him to the center, and rolls him over for a pin.
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Kick out by Red! Freeman angrily bangs his hands onto the mat for a second, but then makes his way back up to his feet. He gets Red up also…and grabs Red’s arm. Red remains limp on his feet, before Freeman YANKS him in, and spins him around, hitting a spinning arm slam backbreaker! Freeman drops down and goes for the cover again…
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Kick out by Red.

McNally: Well Freeman has certainly taken back the control in this match.
Edison: Now it just goes down to whether he can finish it.
McNally: Yeah, I don’t know if Red can recover from this.

And Freeman gets to his feet once again. And he raises his hands. He’s signaling for the end. Red is obviously in no shape to fight back, and the fans realize it. It seems that Freeman may get the win now, just as he said he would. Still, Red put up a good fight. Freeman pulls Red up to his feet, and puts him in DDT position. It is obvious he is going for his lifting inverted final cut that he has used as one of his finishers since his return. Freeman is too intense right now to smirk, but he certainly seems to be enjoying the moment, to the point where he holds Red in that position for a good five seconds. He then gets ready to lift, when all of a sudden Red collapses to the ground. Perhaps he was too weak to even stand in the hold, and so Freeman comes closer, when all of a sudden, RED SPRINGS UP INTO THE AIR AND HITS THE CINCINATTI SWING! The fans go WILD as both Red and Freeman collapse to the mat!

Edison: CINCINATTI SWING! OUT OF NOWHERE!
McNally: Unbelievable! Red managed to somehow hit that 360 enzuigiri of his out of nowhere! I thought he was down for the count! It seems you should NEVER underestimate Mr. Red

And while the two men are both knocked out in the ring right now, the fans are still going wild. They will Red on. They will Red to get up and get to the cover, but right now, Red is in no condition to do that. He put everything he had into that one kick, and now it’s his chance to recover. For almost 30 seconds both men lie still, but then Red begins to stir once again. He begins to inch forward towards Freeman. He begins to come closer, and closer. One more small crawl and he’ll have it! He drapes an arm over Freeman and the fans thunderously chant with the referee
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3!...NO! NO! FREEMAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP! The fans wait for the ref to make the call. It seemed so close that it could go either way, but the referee signals that Freeman did indeed kick out! Obviously the minute Red was knocked out on the ground was enough for Freeman to make a recovery, which it seems should have been obvious, if the fans hadn’t been so caught up in the moment. Red seems disappointed, but he nods his head, knowing inside of him the whole time that he had taken to long on the recovery. But, now, Red rolls outside the ring, and goes to the floor. He digs under the apron…what is he looking for? Red stands up…holding…a baseball bat?! The fans cheer and Red rolls into the ring! He has a hard time standing up, but Freeman is making significantly less progress towards that goal, so Red doesn’t have too much to worry about. Red stands up finally, and raises his bat to the skies! The fans mark out like crazy…and Red gets ready to swing. Freeman finally manages to stand, but perhaps he’ll wish he hadn’t! He turns around, and Red SWINGS the bat into Freeman’s gut! A home run for sure!

McNally: How long has Red wanted to do that?! How long has Red wanted to nail Freeman with that bat!
Edison: Almost as long as the fans wanted to SEE him do it!

Freeman falls to the ground, clutching his stomach, and almost retching as pain courses through him! Red considers going for the pin but wants to take it one step further! He holds a chair up (the one that he brought in near the beginning), and places it on the ground…right under the turnbuckle. He stands on the bottom rope, and leans forward, grabbing Freeman, and dragging him with him, as he makes his way up the turnbuckle. To make a long story short, he ends up on the top, with Freeman up there with him, still in pain from the baseball bat shot, and Red begins to hook his arms…the fans go wild! Red is going for the Drop of Red from the turnbuckle onto a chair! This is it! Red is GOING to do it! And that’s when Freeman, sensing himself in trouble, manages to somehow recover from the baseball bat shot, and drop off the turnbuckle, shoving Red’s legs out from under him. Red falls, his legs hitting the turnbuckle, and he would have flipped into the ring…if Freeman hadn’t caught him in DDT position, with Red’s feet still on top of the turnbuckle. Freeman spins around, and lands in inverted final cut position, SPIKING Red’s head right into the Steel chair, completing a modified version of his finishing maneuver. The fans boo, but Freeman doesn’t care. He rolls over, and gets the cover.
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There’s no kick out this time, folks.

Phillip: Here is your winner…Jason Freeman!


“Ugly” hits the speakers, and Freeman lies on the ground, hearing his music play. He got a victory, that much is true, but he did not have NEARLY as easy a job with it as he had hoped for. No, Red put up more than a fight. Red took him to the limit, and very nearly defeated him tonight. Freeman does not take that well, however, as for now, he can do nothing but roll out of the ring, and try not to fall over. The crowd boos, but mostly the crowd is worried about the condition of Mr. Red, who very clearly took a HARD bump with his head onto that chair, and very possibly could be injured. Freeman walks over to his Television Championship, that Red had thrown out of the ring earlier, and grabs it, so he can march up the ramp to the backstage area.

Fade.

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Segment: Where In The World Is Yoko Satoshi? #01 (Credit: Rattlesnake / Yoko)

Bars. An enclosed hell. That's where Sarin spends her time. It's been a while since anyone has seen her. It's been hard not only for her, but also for the one who truly loves her. To see her on the other side of a window. To talk to her through a receiver. It's one of the hardest things you could imagine Rattlesnake going through.

He couldn't see her for months because of that. But this would one of those times where he knows he must. Little did he know, he wouldn't see just Sarin. Wyvern always said to "Expect the Unexpected." But could you possibly imagine this?

Rattlesnake sits across from Sarin. Tears trickle down his cheek. If you didn't know any better, it was almost like he was human.

Sarin: I hate to see you like this.

Rattlesnake: How do you think I feel?

Sarin: This is why I really don't want you to visit me here.

Rattlesnake: I know. But I just had to see you.

Sarin: I'm glad you came. It's been hard not being able to see you.

Rattlesnake: It's the same for me. Before I could just turn over in my bed and there you were. Now when I do it, I see an empty spot and my whole demeanor just goes somber.

Sarin: I don't want you to feel like that just because I'm not there.

Rattlesnake: It's not just that. I had to give something up in the meantime.

Sarin: Give something up? What are you talking about?

Rattlesnake: I haven't formally announced it yet, but I'm going to retire. I just can't do this anymore.

Sarin: You can't do that! I forbid it!

Rattlesnake: It wasn't an easy decision mind you. I have to do what's best for me. You know about my past health conditions. I'm not as mentally stable as I was 2 years ago.

Sarin: That I can understand. But I don't want you to give up the one thing you love most.

Rattlesnake: That's not what I love most and you know it. It's second only to you. But that's beside the point.

Sarin: I really don't know what to say to you.

Rattlesnake: You don't have to say anything. Not once have I told you anything expecting to hear something in return.

Sarin: You're right, you haven't. I just don't like that fact that you're retiring.

Rattlesnake: Me either. But it's something I have to do. I know it in my heart. But...

Sarin: But what?

Rattlesnake: I just have some regrets. I don't usually have regrets, so this is entirely new to me.

A buzzer is heard in the background.

Sarin: Damn. My time's up.

Rattlesnake: You're kidding. I just got here like five minutes ago.

Sarin: The time limit for visitors for me changed. Penalties and all of that.

Rattlesnake: Have you been kicking some ass again?

Sarin: You know me. I don't put up with anybody's shit. That goes for you too.

Rattlesnake chuckles. He knew that one all too well.

Rattlesnake: That's very true.

Sarin stands up. The look on her face says she doesn't want to.

Sarin: I've got to go.

Rattlesnake: I know. I'll see you again soon.

Sarin: Alright. I love you.

Rattlesnake: I love you too.

There's a pause as neither wish to get up.

Sarin: ...Did...d-did...you...did y- Nevermind. Nevermind, goodbye.

Sometimes words sting, and those words? They sting like hell. Rattlesnake she wouldn't ask about...Her.

The guard removes her nightstick and says something to Sarin which the receiver barely picks up, something about zero tolerance. Sarin looks at her and nods.

Rattlesnake: ...No, no one's seen her yet.

Snake doesn't need another response, her face speaks to him her thoughts. He just sits there as Sarin hangs the receiver up and walks away. He hangs up his receiver and stands up. He leaves the room and walks down a hallway. After a few minutes he exits the hellhole where Sarin resides and the most unexpected thing happens.

Yoko?!

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No, that's not Yoko.

Shorter hair, much younger, wearing normal clothes...This must be the OTHER Satoshi. Yuka? Yuko? Wait, Yuki. Yeah.

Aaaaand she spots him and runs over, smiling.

Yuki: Snake, you're here! I've heard so much about you!

Rattlesnake: ...From your sister? ...Is she here, is this an ambush?

Yuki: No no, Sarin talks about you all the time.

That's good to hear. Very good. Very reassuring.

Rattlesnake: Ah, you're here to see Sarin. I just did.

Yuki: Wanna come in with me?

Rattlesnake: Sure, I could always use another five minutes with her.

Yuki: I'm resisting making an obvious joke. Come on.

Rattlesnake: You're not going to try to kill me, right? I mean, I'd understand if-

Yuki: I don't like what happened, but I was taught that you can overcome anything you don't like, but first you have to accept it. My sister doesn't accept things...Hey, have you seen her?!

Rattlesnake: No, I'm sorry.

Yuki: Oh... Well, come on.

Snake follows her back to the visitation room. Yuki stands and gives him the seat. She takes the receiver even though they're waiting.

Finally the buzzer is heard and Sarin returns with her guard. Her visitors visibly surprise her. She takes her seat again, and picks up the receiver again. Yuki holds hers close to Snake so he can hear too.

Yuki: Hi Sarin!

Sarin: Hey. I can't say I ever expected this visitor combination!

Yuki: I bumped into your boyfriend outside, I'm helping him get five more minutes unlawfully.

Rattlesnake: She made a sex joke about it.

Sarin laughs.

Sarin: I see. So hey, what's the ring like?

Rattlesnake: The what? Ring?

Oh God. What ring...

Yuki: She's talking about the ACW ring, Slick.

Rattlesnake: I knew that. But I told you earlier, Sarin, I'm-

Yuki: And she's talking to me.

Rattlesnake: But you don't wrestle.

Sarin: She doesn't? You don't, Yuki? What about your contract invitation?

Rattlesnake: Yuki got a contract?

Yuki: It's stupid, but security won't even let me in!

Sarin: You're joking!

Yuki: It's crazy. I was nervous at first, but now I just want in so I can show those ignorant security losers who I really am!

Rattlesnake: I could give you a pass. Hell, I could let you right in. When I first started, I got turned away once too.

Yuki: Really? Thanks!

Sarin: Rattlesnake, standing up for the rights of teenage girls everywhere. You big sweetie.

Rattlesnake: It's the least I could do.

Sarin: I really appre-

The buzzer goes off. Sarin looks at her guard and sighs.

Sarin: Too soon... I need to be nicer I guess.

Yuki: Sarin, before you go... Has Yoko been here to see you?

Sarin: No, not once. Snake's not seen her around either. I hoped she went home.

Rattlesnake: I called a few times but no one answered.

Yuki: Our parents are never home to answer the phone and I was out a lot. But Yoko isn't home. She never came back, even though we expected her to.

Rattlesnake: Well she had that brutal match with BK back in October, and she filed that lawsuit in November.

Yuki: Yoko didn't file it, Julie did. Julie told me she hadn't seen or communicated with Yoko since September, and that was over the phone. She hasn't seen her in person since June.

Rattlesnake: Julie is your guys' lawyer, right? If even she hasn't found her...

Sarin: We need to contact authorities, we should have already, we...we...

Rattlesnake: If the last time she's been seen is her match in October, then I agree. She looked rough going in, and she looked ten times worse after. The police should be called.

Yuki: My parents did already, I convinced them to months ago. Both countries, too. They were involved, but it went nowhere. Bank accounts haven't budged either.

Sarin: Oh God, you called the police?! I'm so worried...She could be...

Sarin is trying to stay calm. Snake isn't sure if she's trying to fool Yuki, or fool him. Yuki is starting to break. He has to do something to help, even if Yoko is his enemy.

Rattlesnake: I'll track Yoko down if you'll both cheer up.

Sarin: Oh, Snake, I already quite cruelly asked you to once. Don't. I'm sorry.

Rattlesnake: I have something I didn't have then.

Sarin: What?

Rattlesnake: You know the most about Yoko, but sadly, you're unavailable. But who else knows a lot about her, probably more? Her sister. With Yuki, we can find her. If you'll do it, that is.

Yuki: Of course, duh.

Sarin: Snake, you put up with so much of my crap. How?

Rattlesnake: Because I love you so much. This is too important to you to refuse.

Sarin: I love y-

Her prison guard takes her receiver.

Guard: Ms. Rossi just lost her visitation rights for going over her time limit.

She slams the receiver down and hauls Sarin away.

Rattlesnake: I guess we leave now.

They walk toward the exit.

Rattlesnake: Are you sure you want to help me with this?

Yuki: Snake, it's my sister. I should be asking you that instead, because we're going to be traveling. A lot.

Snake doesn't like the way she said that...

To Be Continued...

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Title: Finally he hath returned.
(Credit: Harlem Superman)

The camera pans the sold out ACW arena. A few signs of note are one that reads Jake Steele’d my heart, held up high in the air by a women on the wrong side of three hundred pounds and about five or six signs wishing Jake Cheng well. Finally we return to the ring as a voice comes out over the PA System.

Restoring credibility to the title of American Gangster, a former champion who’s gold was taken from him. Now Ragnarok is here and he has returned to the world he left behind six months ago. Now is the time of the new beginning for ACW, the era of the American Gangster.

Superstars by Jim Jones begins to play as the man who was seen earlier with Danny Mainer emerges from the back. He begins his ascent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring he pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones. He walks back to the center of the ring and still keeps his head down.

: I’m going to keep this nice and short and mix things up a little bit. You see usually we have the swearing in before the innaugral address but I run things a little differently, so we are going to do this backwards. This is the dawn of a new era in ACW, one in where a new group of stars will lead. I don’t expect all of you to know me, and some who do may not have figured it out yet. I can tell you though that it isn’t Damian DeNiro, but it is the American Gangster, the original American Gangster. It is the man who is ready to reach the pinnacle of success, the man who carries himself with the swag, the man with a plan, a ‘tude to go along with an ego the size of the United States of America, the ghetto hero, the Harlem Superman…

With that he bends over and removes the hood as the crowd is mixed in their response. Some roar as they realize who exactly the man is, others jeer as they also realize who he is and remember what he has done inside of the wrestling ring and his less than positve attitude, and others are indifferent either not knowing who he is or choosing to let the past die. He puts the microphone to his lips and as he raises his head he shouts out his name.

CHRIS PHENOMENAL…

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As he raises his head up a few of the kids in the audience break out with a high pitched scream as the controversial Chris Phenomenal is revealed.

Chris Phenomenal: and love me or hate me, I‘m back.

The crowd roars again as Chris smiles. His faithful fans start a Phenomenal chant that picks up steam before Chris interjects. He tries to speak but others get on his case with a chorus of boos, the crowd approximately a fifty-fifty split.

Chris Phenomenal: To everyone in the ACW locker room, or those on fallout who think they are ready for the big leagues, take heed for this is your one and only warning. I’ve been a champion where ever I’ve wrestled, the alpha dog, a force to be reckoned with and I expect to continue that here in ACW. I came here to kick some serious ass, and continue my journey towards a legacy that is unmatched once my career is over. To fight for those who have nothing to fight for, a beacon of light to the oppressed. I hope to leave in the ring everything I have and whether you like me or not, you best damn respect me out here or your ass is grass. I don’t care if you are an old foe like Mikaru Daiety, a rising star who is occupying my perch like Jake Steele, or a new face to me like Dan White or that punk in the back earlier, I’m gunnin’ for each and every one of you, ready to take it to the limit and none or you are going to stop me. I have one more chance to run this shit, to spread my message and I am going to take advantage of it. I promise you that no one is going to stand in my way, opposing my progress because if they do it’s only their death certificate they are signing. ACW is the last stop on the line for me and I plan on making it…

SIMPLY PHENOMENAL

With that Chris Phenomenal drops the microphone and looks out at the crowd, once again some choosing to voice displeasure and others psyched about the return of their hero and his short inaugural address.

Maxwell McNally: Few words but a very powerful message never the less.

Chris gets out of the ring and walks back up the ramp, the swagger back in his step that has been missing for the past six months.[/center]

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Segment: We're All Animals (Fuck You All)

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

I could’ve sworn my back had been put in a vice. Those chair shots from earlier were catching up with me. I made my way to the nearest bath room to clean up before my match.

The blood dripped down the back of my head. I used a cotton bud to wipe clean the wound and put some anti-septic on it; hurt like a bitch, but ya’ gotta do what ya’ gotta do.

I hadn’t heard from Jessie in a while, which really bugged me. She’d often go a week without getting in contact, just because her schedule and career were so busy, and some of the places she goes don’t even have reception. I figure I should give her a ring and…

My phone starts playing “I Miss You” by Incubus. It’s her. This is crazy, but I’m glad she called.[/color]

Scott: Hey, babe, how are you doing?

She doesn’t talk for a moment, but I can hear her silently sobbing; and I know why.[/color]

Jessie: Why didn’t you call me, Scott?

Scott: I didn’t know when to call you. I figured you’d call sometime though. Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner, it’s just, this’ all been so strange and overwhelming…

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Scott: …I’m sorry.

Jessie: It’s ok, Scott, I understand…*sobs*…I just can’t believe he’s gone…I just can’t believe someone would do this to somebody’s loved one…

You’re on the money, Jess, that’s why I love you. Your summary puts things in perspective; how could somebody do this? To put it simply, we’re all animals whether we want to admit it or not. We all have the same instincts, the same feelings, the same DNA structure. We are all animals; that’s why we kill…[/color]

Scott: They’re animals, Jess; the lot of ‘em. I can’t wait to catch those bastards and tear their throats out.

Jessie: You’re not actually thinking about trying to catch these guys are you?

Scott: Apparently there’s only one killer, but yeah, I’m gonna find him and do things that no man should bear witness to. He’s as good as dead.

Jessie: Scott, don’t talk like that. Let the police do their work and just stay out of this mess. Do you want to die too?

Wow, Jess, that was harsh…[/color]

Jessie: Oh, Scott, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I just don’t want you to get hurt. I love you…

Scott: I love you too, that’s why I’m doing this.

I know by hanging up the phone I probably made her mad; but she’ll get over it and thank me when I catch the bastard.

I lean over the sink and look into my own eyes.

Everything is so fucked up right now; I just want to go back to normal, but I know that’ll never be possible.

Only one thing to do now, and that’s beat the shit out of a big mouthed jackass.[/color]

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: Scott Andrews vs. Henry McKaye (Credit: Scott)

The crowd are in anticipation for the next match on the card, even more so, how Scott will react to McKaye in the ring after a very personal assault by the God of War.

As the Gregorian chant of "Dies Irae" begins, the lights dim down to crimson red and smoke pours out over the entrance floor. The AlphaTron flashes images of mushroom clouds, soldiers, and grizzly battlefields while flashing an Alpha symbol and an Omega symbol. The camera cuts to the entrance ramp as various crew members spill out of the black curtain and line the entrance ramp with black flags. As the flags unroll, the Alpha/Omega symbol is shown in red on each of them before the camera cuts back to the black curtain.

Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making his way to the ring first, from Olympia, Washington, weighing 220 pounds, he is the God of War, HEEENNRRYYY MCKKAAAAAAAAYYYYEEE!!![/color]

Henry pushes past through it and slowly makes his way to the ring apron with his arms stretched out. Behind him, dressed in a modified General's uniform, Casper follows with a small smirk in the corner of her red-lined lips. Henry's black hood prevents him from seeing the audience's disdain for him, but he ignores them as he hops up on the ring apron along with Casper who tosses the hood off of his head with a smug grin. After stepping in the ring, Henry stretches his arms out again as he looks up at the ceiling before the music slowly fades out.

The crowd wait around, as does Henry, for Scott to enter the arena. The lights go out and “This Lying World” by Unearth begins to play. The alternate picking coincides with the Alphatron showing dueling images of black and white Scott Andrews photos. Smoke begins clouding the ramp and lights flicker white and dark blue as the intro progresses.

McNally: Who is this?!

As the vocals kick in, a dark figure slowly rises from the ground on a platform, until he is level with the ground. The spotlight shines bright on the black trench coat wearing Scott Andrews, baseball bat in hand.

Edison: It’s Scott, Max!

Scott puts his arms out to his side, Raven-esque, and turns around to face the ring. He looks at Henry and points his bat at him, giving him pre-warning to what is about to happen to him.

Phillip: And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 233 pounds, he is the Vigilante, the Judge, the Consequence, he is…SCOOOTTTT AAAAAANNNNDDRREEEWWWSSS!!!

As Scott walks, his open trench coat reveals a new attire of black and white long tights, with white boots. He reaches the ring and enters through the top and middle ropes. He stares down McKaye and takes his coat off to give to Philip. Scott’s new tights are a delicate design, combining a skull with a mallet and a pistol on either side of it, denoting his new stance.

McNally: Whether he's a new man or not, he looks like he's ready to kill!

The two warriors face off in a final showdown between clashing personalities; Scott, with the honorable warrior instincts and barbaric inner impulses, and Henry, with the motivation of self aggrandizing glory and the confidence of what he defines himself as; a God. Scott is still visibly hurting from Henry’s attack earlier on, but he doesn’t mind a good challenge.

He looks on at McKaye, and both men smirk viciously. Neither will give into the others way of thinking, and the personal attacks on Scott’s now deceased father only make matters that more personal between the two.

The bell rings and the lights return to normal.

DING! DING! DING!

Scott rushes straight into a collar elbow tie up to look for an early advantage. McKaye’s experience, however, allows him to counter into an arm wrench. Scott easily counters the move into an arm wrench of his own, followed by a hammer lock. McKaye ducks under and around, forcing the move back on Scott. The Vigilante is forced to circle around and counter into a rear waistlock before driving McKaye backwards with a release German suplex.

McNally: Scott is not in the mood to play games! Devastating German suplex right off the bat!

Scott rushes over and begins launching stiff right and left blows, making McKaye shield himself as to not absorb the damage too much. The ground and pound assault is halted by the referee and Scott is given five seconds to get off him. Scott looks relentless.

…1!

…2!

…3!

…4!

…Scott get’s off McKaye in the nick of time!

The referee warns Scott that behavior like that in this match will not be tolerated. Scott takes the warning with a grain of salt and lifts McKaye up by his head. Henry looks slightly dazed after those vicious strikes, but still conscious enough to continue. Scott whips Henry across the ring into the ropes. McKaye comes back and counters Scott’s clothesline attempt into a crushing crucifix driver, nailing Scott on the back of his head. McKaye covers.




…1!




…2!




…NO! Kick Out!




No surprises as Scott kicks out, but it was certainly a damaging move. McKaye tries for a more simple but effective approach as he locks in an arm bar for good measure. Scott struggles to escape.

McNally: Scott’s in trouble if he can’t escape this hold. It’s a time tested move that wears the arm out very quickly.

Edison: Scott’s a master of the mat, Max, he’ll get out of it somehow.

Scott does indeed escape, but has lost a lot of momentum in the process. Henry then begins barraging the back of Scott’s already semi-injured head with vicious back hand chops, making Scott scurry under the bottom rope to escape to the floor and catch his breath and collect himself.

McNally: McKaye may have 10 years of experience, but Scott knows when to take a breather.

McKaye stands at the ropes and looks down on his opponent, taunting him to get back in the ring. Scott stands up and rubs the back of his skull to alleviate the pain and as he does so, he looks him square in the eyes.

Scott: Come and get me, asshole…

McKaye doesn’t take kindly to this talk and immediately launches himself into a corkscrew plancha, landing on Scott, but Scott is able to keep his footing and drop McKaye down into a backbreaker before hooking his leg and neck and flinging backwards, throwing Henry into the crowd barrier.

Edison: DAAAAANNGGERROOOUUUUUSSS![/color]

McNally: I can’t believe the strength of Andrews! He just caught him and tossed him straight into the railing![/color]

Edison: When it’s a personal battle, sometimes adrenaline overrides common sense.[/color]

Scott then slumps over by the ring post; the move obviously took a lot out of his beaten body. McKaye cringes in pain as he tends to his back. The referee is already at the 5 count as Scott begins to stir and move towards the apron. He bides his time until the nine count to get back in and restart the clock.

In an act of intention to harm, Scott rolls back out and walks over to McKaye. The referee yells at him to get back in and restarts the clock. Scott punches him in the face before lifting him to his feet and whipping him into the apron. Scott then runs and lifts his leg for a Yakuza Kick, but Henry drops down and Scott’s thigh goes straight over the apron, crushing his private piece into the apron. Scott obviously drops into the fetal position; no man, not even Scott Andrews, can withstand the pain of having their go-nads crushed.

Henry takes the opportunity to stomp the living day lights out of Scott’s body and head, but the referee is already at the seven count, and he rolls Scott into the ring for the cover.





…1!




…2!




…NO! Kick Out!




McNally: Scott kicks out after those violent stomps!

McKaye lifts Scott to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. He waits for a moment before running in with a leaping back elbow, right into Scott’s face. Scott drops to the lower turnbuckle, eyes glazing over. McKaye runs in for a second attack; a running dropkick, and he nails it. Scott falls even further to the mat and McKaye pulls him out from the corner, perpendicular to the rope. McKaye jumps, bounces thigh first off the top rope, and moonsaults right into Scott’s raised knees.

Edison: Right onto the knees! Ouch!

Scott gathers his head and goes for a cover on McKaye.




…1!




…2!




…NO! Kick Out!




McKaye kicks out in the nick of time, but having time to recover, Scott is fuming again; his face red with anger. He lifts Henry up to his feet and rests him against the rope before launching him towards the other.

Scott: This is for my father!

Scott winds up as Henry bounces off the other rope, coming back into possibly the biggest Lariat of Revenge ACW has ever seen. McKaye does one and a half rotations before crashing onto the mat with a thud. The crowd cringe at the impact. Scott lies on the mat after the hit to catch his breath again, and rest his sore body; the earlier attack from McKaye really catching up to him now.

McKaye slowly moves his hands, but with both eyes shut it seems he’s in la-la land. The crowd chant as the ten count begins.



…1!



…2!



…3!



…4!



…5!



…6!



…7!



…8!



…9!



…Scott get’s to his feet!



McNally: I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had ended there; what impact! Shows the fans why Scott is considered one of the best strikers in ACW.

As Scott adjusts his wrist tape, Henry begins to rise looking worse for wear. Scott sees his opportunity and rushes his opponent. Henry sees it coming, however, and delivers a sick powerslam.

McNally: What a powerslam from McKaye! He’s still in this!

The target areas on Scott’s body are taking a beating, but Henry won’t stop there. He lifts Scott up and pushes him into the turnbuckle before putting him position for a Powerbomb. He lifts Scott up and powerbombs him straight into the turnbuckle before keeping his grip and spinning towards the center of the ring with a sit-out powerbomb, taking the pin.

Edison: McKaye with a brutal powerbomb!

McNally: McKaye could have it here!





…1!






…2!






…NO! Kick Out!



Scott manages to kick out of the double powerbomb, but McKaye is determined to put him away. He signals the end with a cut throat gesture and gets Scott in position for the Last Gift (Last Rites). He lifts Scott, but instead of spinning into the cutter on the way down, Scott sneaks out and rolls Henry up with a school boy.

McNally: Scott counters! We could have a pin here!

As Scott looks to have the cover and the win, Casper runs down from the entrance ramp and jumps on the apron. The referee won’t have a bar of it, and tends to the distraction. The crowd boo as Scott rests on Henry’s body for more than five seconds. Scott gets fed up with the bullshit and goes to solve the problem himself, ripping the referee away from Casper and bitch slapping her, which sends her off the apron to the ground below.

McNally: My GOD!!! Scott just slapped the taste outta Casper’s mouth!

Edison: I can’t believe he did that!

McNally: Whoa, watch out Scott!

As Scott turns around, however, Henry is right there to catch him in a small package.





…1!






…2!






…NO! NO! NO! Scott barely kicks out!


Scott kicks out but as he kicks out he is able to maneuver Henry onto his back and quickly lock in the Vigilante Vice! Henry has no choice but to tap to the dangerous submission.

McNally: Scott’s done it!

Phillip: Here is your winner, SCOTT ANDREWS![/color]

Edison: Wait, what’s he doing?!

Scott rolls out of the ring and grabs his baseball bat. He looks at it for a moment before shifting his focus to Henry.

McNally: I seriously fear for Henry McKaye’s safety right now, Eddie.

Scott rolls into the ring and looks down at Henry, who sits up and pleads for Scott to reconsider his obvious intentions. Scott shakes his head side to side slowly, the hatred in his expression growing with each shake. He finally snaps and whacks Henry in the thigh for starters, causing him to roll over, grasping at his leg.

McNally: OK, Scott, I think he gets the picture.

Edison: But he doesn’t get Scott’s picture, Max; vengeance.

He methodically paces back and forth in front of him, dishing out bat hits to other areas including his ribs and shoulders. McKaye is paying for his actions and words the Scott Andrews way.

McNally: I thought this side of Scott was buried and gone, but it seems he’s back!

Scott: Get up! ...Get up!

Henry makes his way slowly to his feet before Scott whacks him one last time in the guts, doubling him over. Scott drops his bat and delivers a devastating Sweet Revenge Driver (Pumphandle Inverted Piledriver) sending Henry down onto his head. Casper can do nothing but watch as the “Righter of Wrongs” rolls out of the ring and puts his leather jacket back on, walks up the ring to the top of the ramp and stops. He faces the Alphatron, but spins his head around Undertaker style to take one last look at his fallen opponent before raising his arm in victory and the crowd goes wild as he makes his way to the back and the screen fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

"Coming Soon" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

"Beautiful" by 10 Years hits as ACW veteran Rattlesnake walks out from the back. The fans erupt with cheers at the sight of him. He stands on the stage as the fans start a chant.

Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!

Rattlesnake grins for a moment as he looks around at everyone in attendance.

Rattlesnake: Tonight I have a special announcement for all of you and a little treat. It's no surprise that ACW has been through a lot over the years. People come and people go. It's a common tale. But tonight I have an exclusive trailer for a brand new movie. This film has been made in secret and ACW has been loosely involved. Gaze upon the AlphaTron and enjoy.

The lights cut out as the AlphaTron comes alive.

Morgan Freeman, Keanu Reeves, Bruce Willis, Rachel Weisz, Rosario Dawson, Angelina Jolie. These actors could not be in this film.

A view of Las Vegas appears with the all too familiar sign.

Las Vegas. A city of lights. What happens here...stays here.

The scene shifts to a casino where a down-trodden man is having luck of a lifetime.

Daniel Hart was down on his luck until he discovered a secret. Using what wits he had, he made a fortune. But the powers-that-be caught on and weren't too happy.

A camera show Daniel winning as the scene shifts to a scruffy looking Nicholas Cage.

This guy is raking it in. Bring him to me.

The scene shifts to Daniel being dragged into a back room.

You think you can waltz in here and take my money?!

No, I just got lucky.

Take him for a ride. Dig up his secrets.

The scene shifts to the desert where Daniel is digging.

Please don't make me do this. I didn't do anything wrong!

The scene pans out to two gunshots.

The problem is taken care of boss.

But what they didn't realize is that they just made a big mistake.

The scene shifts to a serene town outside of Tampa. A woman approaches a man with tears in her eyes.

Stan...my husband's missing!

Where'd he go last sis?

Las Vegas. Palermo Casino.

I'm there.

The scene shifts back to the casino and he walks in with a picture.

Have you seen him?

No.

The scene shifts to the back room.

Who's that?

He's looking for that guy we took a few days ago.

Get rid of him. Do whatever it takes and make sure he doesn't leave the city.

You got it boss.

The scene shifts to several big guys grabbing Stan by the arms and dragging him into the street.

It's time you left...permanently.

Big mistake.

The scene shifts to scenes of Stan kicking ass with Nicholas Cage cowering in fear.

Nicholas Cage stars alongside ACW wrestler Rattlesnake in the next big summer blockbuster.

I...will...strike!

The scene cuts out to the movie title and credits.

Hartless: Snaken Not Stirred. Coming soon to a theater near you.

The trailer ends.

Rattlesnake: It comes out this summer. Be sure to go see it.

Rattlesnake starts to leave, but pauses. He turns around and takes one last look at everybody.

Rattlesnake: There's the treat and now for my special announcement. It's a decision I've had to in recent months. I'm not in the best of health. I haven't been this way for years. I'm going to have a Rattlesnake Farewell Tour. This tour doesn't have a determined amount of time. It could end tonight. It could end next month. It could end 3 years from now. I don't know yet. At the end of that tour, I will officially be calling it quits and retire into the abyss of obscurity that most non-World Champions go. I'll have a few matches against some of the ACW veterans and the ACW rookies as well. One person I hope will accept a match with me is the guy I beat, and beat me, for the International Championship.

Rattlesnake grins.

Rattlesnake: What do you say RDK? Think a match against two monumental icons such as ourselves could exist again? I'll give you some time to decide. I want to know on Meltdown. I'll see you there.

Rattlesnake sets the mic on the stage and finally walks to the back.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 8: Jonny Spade vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: Jack Jefferson)

It’s been a great Ragnarok so far and the fans are having a brilliant time, as evidenced by the fact all of them are on their feet cheering. Up next is Jonny Spade taking on Jack Jefferson and there are a great number of pro-Spade signs in the crowd. As Philip steps into the ring a “Jonny Spade” chant can be heard and Philip is forced to wait for the noise to die down before is able to talk.

Philip: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first; from Manchester, England and weighing in at 219lbs... “Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFERSON!!

As “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the mood inside the arena changes noticeably and the jeering begins as Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, his trademark smirk plastered on his face. He takes his time as he struts down the ramp, ignoring the taunts of the nearby fans. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.

He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting his Jonny’s entrance.

Philip:And his opponent; from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 255lbs...Jonny SPADE!!

The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket and then once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the rampway, his eyes fixed on Jefferson, and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans. He hops down and turns to face Jefferson, who is smirking at him. The two men size each other up, no hint of intimidation from Jefferson despite Spade’s obvious height and weight advantage.

*Bell Rings*

Jefferson holds his right arm aloft, an offer of a Test of Strength which Spade seems reluctant to accept. When he does eventually go to accept his trepidation is proven prudent as Jefferson quickly moves his hand and slaps Spade across the face with it. There is a slight moment of suspense between the two as Spade brings his hand up to his face and Jefferson smirks at him, nodding his head cockily. The smirk is quickly wiped off his face as Spade drops him with a huge right hand, much to the delight of the fans who begin a “You got owned!” chant aimed at Jefferson, who is visibly scowling as he rises to his feet. He moves towards Spade again but is taken by surprise as Spade nails him with another big right. This punch, however, doesn’t knock Jefferson to the mat but is does knock him back a couple of steps and by the time he’s steadied himself he’s much too late to move out of the charging Spade’s way and he gets knocked down with a Clothesline. Spade smiles and raises his arm aloft, to the cheers of the fans, as Jefferson flounders on the canvas before rising up again. Spade motions for Jefferson to “bring it” but instead the Jack of all Trades opts to roll out of the ring and gather his thoughts.

As Spade follows him out Jefferson runs around the ringpost and slides into the ring, quickly rising to his feet and hitting the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As he flies over the top rope, performing a Corkscrew Quebrada, he catches Spade full on and both men crumble to the thinly matted concrete. Jefferson is, naturally, the first man up and he slaps his chest in defiance at the nearby fans who are taunting vehemently. Jefferson rolls into the ring, breaking the referee’s count at 4, and promptly rolls back out as Spade is getting to his feet. Jefferson nails Spade with a rapid series of Forearms before smashing his head off the apron with authority. ONE. Spade stumbles backwards, trying to keep steady, but his efforts are nullified as Jefferson hits him with a European Uppercut. TWO. The crowd are booing and jeering as Jefferson pulls Spade to his feet, talking trash as he does so, in order to lift him high up for a Brainbuster. THREE. Spade struggles out of the predicament and lands on his feet in front of Jefferson who, unfortunately for him, is the quicker man as he springs up and drops Spade with a Dropkick. FOUR. Jefferson smirks as he hauls Spade to his feet and whips him towards the steel steps only to be reversed by the more powerful Spade. Jefferson howls in pain as his knees connect, loudly, with the steel steps and he is sent flipping forward over them. FIVE. Spade drags Jefferson up and rolls him into the ring, breaking the referee’s count, and follows him in quickly in order to cover him. The crowd chant along with the count.

...“One”...

...“Two”...

...“No!”

The disappointment of the crowd is evident as Jefferson kicks out on two. Spade looks frustrated but unsurprised and instead of complaining at the referee for a fast count he quickly rises to his feet, almost in sync with Jefferson. Spade kicks Jefferson in the knee as the two face each other and as he drops to a knee Spade grips him around the neck and lifts him up high, applying pressure with the Canadian Backbreaker before bringing him down across his outstretched knee to complete the move known around the world as the S-Drop #1. Jefferson writhes in pain but Spade grabs a hold of him and hooks the leg. Once again, the enthusiastic fans count along with the ref – willing on a three-count as they do so.

...“ONE”...

...“TWO”...

...“TH--NO!!”

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The crowd boo loudly as Jefferson is able to get his shoulder up and he rolls away from Spade and to the outside of the ring, tapping his temple with his index finger to signify he’s being intelligent. Spade, however, is right behind him and whirls Jefferson around while he’s still tapping his head. Jefferson ducks the Clothesline that Spade throws at him and clocks him with a Leg Lariat out of nowhere. Jefferson rolls Spade into the ring and climbs onto the apron. He flashes a smirk at the fans as he launches himself over the top rope with a Slingshot Senton, landing on Spade’s back. He scrambles to roll Spade over and covers him.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...NO!

The frustration is etched on Jefferson’s face as Spade kicks out on two. He stands up and makes to go towards the referee but changes his mind and stomps on Spade’s head before bringing him to his feet. Jefferson places himself behind Spade, paintbrushing the back of his head followed by a brutal looking Release German Suplex. Jefferson quickly covers him.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THRE--NO!

Jefferson roars and hammers the mat after Spade powers out marginally before three. This time Jefferson does get in the referee’s face, stabbing his finger into the official’s chest. This turns out to be poor strategy as Spade is able to shake away the cobwebs and rise up before Jefferson even turns to face him. Jefferson has the referee backed into the corner when Spade turns him around and nails him with a solid right hand to the face. Jefferson stumbles and Jonny lifts him onto the turnbuckle, climbing up after him Spade hurls him off with an Avalanche Wristclutch Exploder Suplex. The crowd chant “This is over!” as Spade crawls over to cover Jefferson, the crowd joining in.

...“ONE”...

...“TWO”...

...“THR--NO!!”

Jefferson summons the will to kick out marginally before the three count, much to the chagrin of the fans who thought the match was over for sure. Spade looks shocked to say the least but he wastes little time in dragging the still-groggy Jefferson to his feet. The crowd cheer wildly as Spade points towards the corner and a “FINISH HIM!” chant echoes throughout the crowd, Mortal Combat style. Spade lifts Jefferson up, in the back suplex position, and onto the turnbuckle before climbing out onto the apron whilst the chant rises noticeably in volume. Spade climbs the turnbuckle and sets himself up next to Jefferson, clutching his head, and flips backwards into the ring, slamming Jefferson down with a notable bang. The Avalanche Shiranui sends the fans into raptures and as Spade scrambles towards Jefferson’s prone body you can sense the expectation growing. The crowd count along with the referee, once again.

...“ONE”...

...“TWO”...

...“THREE--NO!!!”

The fans can’t believe it and neither can Spade, who runs his hands through his hair with a flabbergasted expression etched on his face. He rises up and shoots the referee a look but receives an indication of what he already knows – it was only a two. As Spade goes to drag Jefferson to his feet he suddenly springs into action and rolls Spade up. As the referee begins counting Jefferson places his feet on the ropes, an unseen act which draws a chorus of boos from the fans.

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!

Philip: And your winner, by pinfall... “Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFERSON!!

*Bell Rings*

Jefferson is quickly out of the ring as soon as the referee has counted three, a huge smirk on face as he looks up at the shell-shocked Jonny Spade. Jefferson is clearly satisfied with himself and completely ignores the fans hurling torrents of abuse at him, one person even throws a drinks bottle which narrowly misses him, as he taps on his temple once more to signify he’s won through intelligence. In the ring Spade is pleading his case to the referee but Jefferson, with his perma-smirk, doesn’t wait around to see the result of his pleas and instead struts up the ramp, berating the fans, and through the curtain as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre plays.

Fade to Black[/center]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Paranoia (Credit: Dan White)

We come back and we're straight into a backstage area, to an area that we seldom ever see in the ACW arena. It's a room, not unlike the generic locker rooms that we see about 50 times a show in ACW anyways. But this locker room is a lot different. We hear a flush from the toilet area, and out walks Charlotte King, ACW's chief female interviewer. She looks a tad down as she walks over to the mirror, checking to make sure that her earrings are still in place. There's a knock on the door, and Kevin Anderson, ACW's other head interviewer, walks through.

Kevin: Hey, Charlotte. How's things? Sorry I couldn't make our pre-Pay Per View meal like we normally do, but I got caught up in traffic...

Charlotte: Don't worry about it. I know you were gone and I got your text. I just grabbed a Subway and came here early.

She speaks almost monotonically, and Kevin flusters. Believing that he's the reason as to why Charlotte isn't her usual witty, laid-back self, he tries to explain himself.

Kevin: B-but I couldn't help it! Really! I'm so sorry, I'm such an awful friend!

As she changes her earrings, she pauses, crocking an eyebrow and giving Kevin a weird look.

Charlotte: Kevin....shut up. I know you weren't going to be back until today, and I know how much of a hassle it is getting into the airport nowadays. Ever since this bloody credit crunch, Gingerdude's insisted on taking up dodgy flight paths in order to rake in money from aircraft businesses. Did you know that three weeks ago I had to fly from London via Rome and BULGARIA?!

Kevin looks relieved that he's not the reason she's upset, but he's curious to why she is.

Kevin: Yes, yes I know. You moaned about it all week.

She gives him a scowl that he chooses to ignore.

Kevin: But then why are you upset?

She sighs deeply, as she turns her back to Kevin, placing her old earrings on the table.

Charlotte: It's just Dan....

Kevin takes a step back. He realises that Dan and Charlotte broke up a couple of years ago, but nobody ever shed the light as to why. And does that step back mean that he's awkward about it? Does he like Charlotte more than as just friends?

Kevin: ...Oh? What happened?

Charlotte speaks with a morose tone.

Charlotte: Well, for the first time ever, I think, Dan didn't give me an interview. I mean I know he's pissed around with me before during interviews, you know, give one word answers or make me look foolish, but he's never refused to give one before.

She sighs again, showing a sign of sadness.

Charlotte: I don't know. Maybe it's because he was with his friends, but I just feel like we're not like we once were.

This sparks major alarms in Kevin's head. “Like we once were”?! Does Charlotte still have feelings for Dan?

Kevin: Well, erm, you broke up ages ago, right?

Charlotte: Yeah, but it just feels like everything is changing. I mean even though we broke up, we were still really close. He came to me when he found out about his kid, when he had left ACW and seemingly severed all ties with the company, and everything. I know more about him than he does.

She pauses, pondering something glumly.

Charlotte: But this Jake Steele being his brother thing. He looks different. As though something isn't right in his head. And he's not come to me about it. All I want is to be able to talk to him, you know?

The alarm bells have cooled off, but Kevin is still pretty unsure what to say.

Kevin: Well, I guess you can just wait. I mean it's a pretty big deal. They hated each other.

Charlotte looks up at Kevin.

Charlotte: You think?

Kevin smiles

Kevin: Yeah, I do.

Charlotte smiles back, getting up and giving Kevin a hug, which takes him pleasantly by surprise.

Charlotte: Thanks Kevin, you're the best.

Kevin takes a quick sniff of the top of Charlotte's hair

Kevin: Ooooh mamma....

Charlotte: ...what?

Kevin: Oh-nothing!

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

[glow=red,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]You're Fired[/shadow][/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Credit: Mikaru Daiety[/glow]

The ACW sits in an erie silence until, the lights go out as the beat starts to play…on the ACW-Tron the count down slowly begins to show

~5,4,3,~ You ready?! ~2,~ Let's go! ~The number 1 Flashes from black to white~

Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about ~The Master of
It's like this y'all (c'mon!) The Odds flashes in place of the number one spot~

The TV’s around the world becomes the ACW-Tron as the following clips play:

This is ten percent luck, ~The clip shows Mikaru sliding into the ring, spearing Taker and Kane ~
twenty percent skill ~A clip of Mikaru nailing a man in the balls with the sledgehammer is played~
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will ~A clip of Mikaru leaping up and drop-kicking HHH is shown~
Five percent pleasure, ~A clip shows Mikaru in a hot tub with three supermodels~
fifty percent pain ~The clip with Mikaru getting nailed in the side of the head with the sledgehammer is shown~
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! ~MIKARU~ (Flashes in silver and black)

The screens return to ACW stage where a single spotlight focuses on Mikaru whom already stands he looks about before he raises his right arm up to the sky, gently folding his fingers into a fist he quickly brings it down, as his hand points to the ground, silver fireworks shoot out from center stage behind him and around the stage’s edges and down the ramp finally the ring-posts shoot up with different colors as the arena’s lights turn on at the same moment the ring posts fireworks shoot off.

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights, He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic!

Mikaru walks down the ramp, high fiving everyone’s hands, he stops at the rings edge and gazes about he then slowly walks around the barrier in a dash style, high fiving anyone who wishes for a high five.

He feels so unlike everybody else, alone, In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him, But fuck em, he knows the code ,It's not about the salary, It's all about reality and making some noise

Mikaru once again gets back to where he stands for his usual backflip, instead he leaps up and grabs the top ropes and jumps up before springing over the top ropes.

Making the story - making sure his clique stays up, That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!, Who the hell is he anyway?, He never really talks much, Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck

Mikaru walks around the ring, he stops at the corners and leaps up to the second one and holds his fist up.

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact, That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects ,Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect,

After doing all the corners Mikaru stands in the center of the ring, once again he raises his right arm and folds his fingers into a fist, he then slams his fist into the ground as multicolored fireworks go off. He stands and signals for the cut of the music, the fans cheering Mikaru looks around at them.

Mik: Thank you...thank you!

A series of children hold up a sign that says 'L.I.G.H.T.S.-O.U.T' and Mikaru nods to them and points up to them.

Mik: I like your thinking!

Mikaru then turns around and holds his microphone up to his mouth.

Mik: I know what you all are thinking...and the fact is...I don't have a match tonight, since I only had one match in ACW so far. So I wasn't put on the card for tonight, but I want everyone to know, that I'm not going anywhere...since my...well let the camera's tell the story for me.

Mikaru looks at the Alpha-tron and nods his head.

Mik: Roll the footage

Mikaru is just about to reach out and grab Chris when all of a sudden somebody slides in the ring behind him with a steel chair in his hand.

Johnny Deep: What the hell?

Alex Smith: That's Meth from the HPW!

Meth winds up and cracks Mikaru across the back with the chair to send him down to the mat face first. Chris notices Meth and slides out of the ring and starts to head towards the back. Jeff Jones rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor, and Meth drops the chair to the mat and stalks Mikaru as he slowly gets to his feet. Mikaru staggers to the center of the ring and Meth meets him with a kick to the gut, followed by a DDT right onto the steel chair. Mikaru is out cold, and Meth stands over him with a sadistic smile on his face. He then exits the ring and heads to the back as medical personnel attend to Mikaru. Fusion then goes to commercial.

The camera's revert their attention to Mikaru who stands leaning against the ropes.

Mik: Ever since that attack, I've been hospitalized, doctors told me not to return...as I've said, I cannot quit wrestling...it's who I am, it's my life force...but since then, I've been working hard, training, not just my muscles and my neck, my mental being as well.
Mikaru licks his lips and is quickly cut off by 'This Dark Day' by 12 Stones hits the PA, MR. Marie walks down the ramp a microphone in hand.

Marie: Mikaru baby, you don't need to explain yourself to them...what have they done for you?

The fans let out a series of boo's to Mr. Marie's statements

Mik: Excuse me? These fans have brought me back from the 'has-beens' to the 'here-and-now'! I OWE these fans more than I OWE YOU!

The cheers of the ACW's fans errupt followed by a 'You suck' chant to Mr. Marie

Marie: You cannot mean that...I've risen you past what you were at ECF.

Mik: Help I never asked for...Mr. Marie...YOU'RE FIRED!

With that Mikaru grabs Mr. Marie and performs his signature move the Lights Out

Fans:[glow=gold,2,300]LIGHTS OUT![/glow]

Mikaru stands up and holds up his fist curling it into a fist and slams it down, as a series of multi colored fireworks go off as 'Remember the Name' picks up. Mikaru rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp as Mr. Marie gains consiousness and begins to yell out.

Marie: You'll regret this you hear me!!! YOu'll regret this!

He shouts as MIkaru vanishes backstage

Fade

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Goblin Talk (Credit: Grim Goblin)

We fade in on Charlotte King, standing before the camera, microphone in hand. She is grinning, but rather nervously.

Charlotte: I've scored a rare interview with one of ACW's weirder newcomers. We know little about him, and we cannot confirm if what we do know is fact. It's the Green Goblin.

Goblin: I'm the Grim Goblin.

The camera pulls back to show him next to her. Thankfully his axe is not present.

Charlotte: Yes, sorry. You're just so...green. Guess I'm lucky you don't have your axe. Haha.

Goblin: Charlotte, I'd never harm an interviewer on camera.

Charlotte: I'm glad. Since we're live, on camera, I want to ask, do you have any regret over what you did to Pablo Lopez almost three weeks ago?

Goblin: Heh. No. Ginger told me to make a mark, and my mark was made.

Charlotte: Pablo may never work again, and he might die, leaving his family with a heavy burden. You don't feel the least bit sorry?

Goblin: Burdens make you a stronger as a person. As mortal humans, you people need as much help as you can get. I did the Lopez family a great favor.

Charlotte: Don't do anymore favors. Now, you act as though you're not mortal, not human. But you clearly are.

Goblin: I am clearly not.

Charlotte: You're wearing a rubber goblin mask.

Goblin: I understand you humans don't often interact with immortals so I know you're confused. This is my face.

Charlotte: Actually, I think ACW has seen several "immortals," and they seemed real. No rubber masks.

She grabs his face and quickly tugs, but the mask doesn't move at all. Grim Goblin then grabs Charlotte's face and pulls. Same result.

Charlotte: Ow!

Goblin: Don't do that again.

Charlotte: What makes you so "immortal" anyway?

Goblin: I die sometimes. Last time I drowned in a sarcophagus.

Charlotte: Whatever...fans want to know how you kept your job after your axe attack on Pablo. Details?

Goblin: First I tried to lay low a couple of weeks, but no one came after me. It turns out we have a great man currently in charge, someone who respects artistic freedom. He's busy with real issues, not injuries.

Charlotte: It was an axe!

Goblin: Axe injury, yes.

Charlotte: Well...one more question. A younger fan wants to buy pumpkin stencils, to carve jackolanterns like yours. Another wants your actual pumpkins. Have you considered releasing official merchandise?

Goblin: Neat idea, but no two carvings are alike. As for the actual pumpkins, I've placed them somewhere. I currently have none.

Charlotte: Somewhere? Where?

Goblin: We'll see, won't we?

Charlotte: Right...We're done here, thanks.

The Grim Gobin is laughing as we cut away.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 9: ACW Entertainment Championship - Ladder Match
Dave Tyler vs. Chris Williams (Credit: Dave Tyler)

The bell echoes through the arena, as the camera cuts back to the ring, ready for the next match. The Entertainment Title, which has now been vacated for a month, hangs above the ring, waiting to be plucked down by its next holder. The announcer stands in the middle of the ring...

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a ladder match and it is for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first....

“Inside the Fire” by Disturbed hits, as Dave Shadow walks out through the curtains, the arena washed in green, white and orange lights. He walks down the ramp, warming himself up as he does so, getting ready for what could be the biggest and most brutal fight of his life.

From Drogheda, Ireland. Weighing in at 184 pounds. He is the man formerly known as The Candyman Dave Tyler.....DAVE SHADOW!!!

McNally: Well, Dave Ty....Shadow announced earlier today that he’s had somewhat of a secret since he joined this company. He actually used to be the chairman of a rival company; the GWF.
Edison: I really hope we don’t have another invasion on our hands. The OCW one was enough.
McNally: Well, he said that he was here to prove himself. And I guess that this will be his big chance to do so!

Dave receives a mixed reaction again as he steps in to the ring. He runs across it and hits the ropes, testing them out. He looks excited and psyched, as he turns his attention to the top of the ramp again. The lights in the arena fade into darkness. The low murmur of the crowd begins to grow into an excited hum, as two floodlights flash on, bathing the crowd in light. The floodlights quickly scan the crowd, making for a cool lighting effect. “Headstrong” by Trapt begins to play through the arena, as Chris Williams steps out through the entrance curtain. The crowd also give him a mixed reaction; both Dave and Chris have fans here tonight, and they are obviously split over who they will cheer and who they will boo.

Chris makes his way down to the ring, and climbs in to the ring. Dave smiles, as he leans back against the turnbuckles. The music dies down, as both Dave and Chris walk to the center of the ring. They stare at each other for a few moments, before looking up at the title they will be fighting for, hanging above the ring. After a few moments, they shake hands, showing one last sign of respect for each other.

The two part ways and back off a few feet, before starting to circle the ring. While this may be a ladder match, it appears as if the two are going to start things off with some more traditional wrestling. Chris and Dave tie up in a collar and elbow tie up, in the center of the ring, testing each other’s strength. With his height and weight advantage, Chris pushes Dave back in to the ropes, before trying to whip him across the ring. Dave manages to shift his weight through and uses the momentum to carry Chris down to the mat with a headlock takedown.

Dave shifts his weight round, holding Chris round the head and squeezing as much as possible, trying to drive the air out of his opponent. Chris moves round though, and manages to get up first to his knees but then up to a vertical base. Dave holds the headlock in, as Chris drags him back to the ropes and throws him off. Dave runs cross the ring, and comes back fast, but Chris meets him with a boot to the stomach. Dave bends over, but Chris picks him up and slams him down with a beautiful scoop slam. Chris runs at the ropes, trying to gain some momentum for an attack, and as he comes back, he hits an elbow drop. Dave clutches his chest, but doesn’t have time to recover, as Chris grabs him by the head and pulls him up. Chris walks Dave over to the ropes and leans him back against them, before starting to hit some vicious looking knife edge chops to his chest. After a third, Dave falls forward on to his knees, again clutching his chest which is turning a very bright shade of red. Chris takes a step back before throwing a foot at Dave, hitting him with it right in the side of the face. Dave flops down to the canvas, as Chris looks out to the crowd.

Chris turns and heads for the ropes, climbing out of the ring, and throwing up the apron. Much to the delight of all the crowd, Chris pulls out a ladder. He looks out to the crowd, playing up to them as they cheer and chant for him. He picks up the ladder and puts it on the apron. As he does, he notices Dave run and start a baseball slide. However, Chris lifts the ladder up as Dave slides out under it. Before he’s fully out of the ring though, Chris brings the ladder crashing back down, right on top of Dave’s chest!

Dave lets out a cry of pain, as he rolls back in to the ring, holding his chest. Chris slides the ladder in after him, and clambers back under the bottom rope as well. He leaves the ladder at the side of the ring, as he makes his way back over to Dave. He grabs him by his hair, and lifts him up, but as he does, Dave throws a punch which hits him in the gut, driving the wind out of him. As Chris tries to take a step back to recover, Dave throws another punch to the midsection. Dave climbs up to his feet as well, still holding himself. As he walks forward, Chris tries to swing a clothesline, but Dave ducks it. As Chris turns round to face Dave, Dave jumps, wraps his legs round the head of Chris and pulls him back over the top rope with a big hurricanrana! Both men go crashing out to the floor, landing hard and awkwardly.

Dave uses the ring barricade to pull himself back up to a vertical base, as Chris drags himself towards the ring apron. The two fight to get up again, and both manage to get to their feet at the same time. As they turn round, Dave charges at Chris, looking for a running knee. Chris ducks his shoulder, and Dave is up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position.

McNally: Uh-oh, this is what knocked Dave out last month at Winter’s Discontent!
Edison: Has he made the same mistake again?

Apparently not, as Dave has learned from last month. He throws some elbows at the side of Chris’ head, before sliding down his back and landing on his feet. Dave drops down even further though and hits a dropkick to the back of Chris’ knee. Chris lets out a yelp as his leg gives way, and he stumbles forward in to the ring steps, holding on to them to keep him vertical. As he does, Dave comes up behind him and kicks him again, right in the back of the knee, as Dave stands over him. Dave grabs Chris by the hair and pulls him away from the stairs. He bends down and wraps his arms round Chris’ waist, before pushing him back as hard as he can in to the crowd barricade.

As Chris slumps back against the barricade, Dave walks over to the ring and throws up the apron again. He ducks in under it and pulls out a chair; he holds it up for the crowd to see, as they cheer him, the bloodlust shining through. Dave pulls back, and as Chris gets up to two feet, he gets cracked over the head with a major chair shot. Chris falls back on his ass, his torso only staying up right because of the crowd barricade. Dave throws the chair down, as he turns and walks towards the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and grabs the ladder which Chris had slid in earlier. Still holding his red chest, he pulls it up and starts trying to set it up. He moves it to the center of the ring, and starts to climb it, looking to begin his ascent to the Entertainment Championship.

As he is halfway up the ladder though, he notices that Chris Williams has pulled himself up. Although he looks cross-eyed after the chair shot, he stumbles forward towards the ring, using the apron to stay up. Dave hops down instead of risking continuing up the ladder, and walks towards the ropes. As Chris bends down beside the ring, he reaches in under the apron, unbeknownst to Dave. Dave grabs the top rope and flings himself over it, looking for a cross body. Chris has pulled out a kendo stick though, and manages to drive it in to the chest of Dave, sidestepping the flying Candyman. Dave hits the ground hard, and rolls round, screaming in agony holding his front. Chris doesn’t show any mercy though as he starts pounding away on Dave with the kendo stick, smacking him on every body part that Dave leaves exposed. After 5 or 6 shots, the stick is broken in two; Chris throws it away, as Dave lies on the ground in a foetal position, looking to be in a lot of pain.

McNally: Well, this is a ladder match, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping these two using whatever else they can find under the ring.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Instead of climbing back in to the ring and trying to go after the title hanging above the ring, Chris grabs Dave by the hair and drags him back up to his feet. He lifts Dave and rolls him back in to the ring, stopping momentarily to recatch his breath. He holds the top of his head, still hurting but trying to fight through the pain as he climbs in to the ring. He kicks Dave who lies on the ground before walking over to the ladder in the middle of the ring and closing it up. He flips it upside down and on to his shoulder, before trying to use it as a weapon to compress Dave’s chest. However as he brings it down, Dave manages to roll out of the way. Chris lifts it back up and tries to hit Dave again, but again, Dave manages to roll out of the way. Dave rolls all the way over to the ropes and under the bottom rope; knowing Chris has the advantage, Dave has no choice but to flee to recoup.

He doesn’t get much time to do so though, as Chris throws the ladder out over the top rope right down on top of Dave. Dave goes down hard with the ladder on top of him, as Chris climbs out through the ropes and hops down. Dave starts trying to crawl away, but Chris catches up to him. As they move round the ring, Dave flips over on to his back. As Chris tries to come closer to him. Dave reaches up, grabs his tights and pulls him forward, catching him off balance and making him fall headfirst in to the ring barricade again. Chris holds his head as Dave climbs back to his feet. He walks to the ring apron again, and this time pulls out two ladders, much to the delight of all the fans. The first he slides partly in to the ring, before pulling it back out. He tells the crowd to stand back as he positions the ladder on the barricade as well, making a bridge between it and the ring.

As Chris tries to get back up, Dave kicks him in the head, forcing him to stay down for a few more moments. Dave sets the second ladder up parallel to the bridged one. He grabs Chris and punches him twice in the head for good measure, before dragging him over to the horizontal ladder, lifting him by the feet and throwing him up on to it. Chris lies across it, looking out of it, as Dave walks back round to the other, vertical ladder and starts climbing. The fans are going nuts, wondering what he’s about to do, but they get even louder as Chris rolls off the ladder and starts climbing the same one Dave is on. They both reach the top, and Dave seems surprised to see Chris there; Chris starts throwing some made punches at his head. The two stand on the higher rungs of the ladder, as Chris looks back over his shoulder at the horizontal ladder. A big smile grows on him; he turns back to Dave and grabs him by the head, before climbing the ladder a little bit more. He throws some forearms to the side of Dave’s head, before grabbing his arm and throwing it over his shoulder. The two seem to wait for a second, before Chris lifts Dave up and over the top of the ladder. The two men fall backwards, as Chris drills Dave on top of the horizontal ladder with a suplex!!!

The crowd go nuts; the ladder doesn’t give way under Dave, who lands on it spine first on the ladder between the ring and the barricade. With his legs hanging down one side and his head and arms drooping down the other, Dave looks like a letter “n”, as if he has been broken in half. Chris didn’t escape pain either, as throwing himself back off the ladder ended up with him smacking his head on the ground. However the padded mats offer much more protection that the ladder, as Dave lies motionless, his eyes open but glazed over and his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

Edison: Dear Jesus. We need medics out here!
McNally: Yes, it’s a cliché. Yes it could well be seen as gimmick infringement. But Dave Shadow has been broken in half!

Medics start to rush down the entrance ramp with a stretcher behind them. The crowd are booing, fearful that this match is about to end in another draw, but their boos stop when they realise that Chris Williams is using the ring apron to pull himself up. He holds the back of his head as he waves off the medics; they look worried but Chris refuses any help off them. Instead they start checking on Dave, who hasn’t moved in minutes. They check his neck and try and get a response out of him, as Chris moves over to the ladder that he just came off and closes it up. He uses it for support, and slides it in to the ring before following it in himself. He looks to be in a bad shape, as he takes a while to get back to a vertical base. He pulls the ladder up and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He holds the back of his head as he starts trying to climb up the ladder. However it looks like a major struggle as each step up seems to take a huge amount of effort.

The crowd start cheering loudly again, as the camera cuts back to Dave. He swings his arms wildly, telling the medics to get away from him. Still on the ladder, he pulls himself across it and in under the bottom rope. Using his hands and knees, Dave drags himself across the canvas towards the ladder, the medics watching on, afraid that he’s worse off than he realises. Dave reaches the ladder as Chris is about halfway up. Chris looks down and can’t believe what he’s seeing. He gingerly falls back down, deciding to try and finish off Dave before he climbs up the ladder for the belt.