Monday Night Warfare 9th February 2009

[Jake Steele]

Paintpots and Plotholes
Dan White

The segment opens up in the backstage area, or more specifically, in Chairman Gingerdude's room. There's a bit of confusion though, as the paintpots of red, green and white are shown. The camera pans along, and there's a huge cheer as Dan holds a red paintbrush, his sleeves rolled up, and painting the Welsh Dragon over one of the back panels. Kevin stands close to Dan, with a bit of a concerned look on his face.

Dan: Ahh, beautiful, don't you think?

Kevin: Erm...don't you think that it's a little bit risky? I mean you know how much Gingerdude dislikes Wales...and why the heck am I here anyways?!

Dan smirks

Dan: Because Kevin, my good man, you're the voice of reason. You're the person who tells me when I'm doing something wrong, and the one to try and get me out of trouble.

Kevin: But you've still painted three walls! I've done nothing to convince you otherwise!

Dan turns around, with a brush and smirking at Kevin.

Dan: That's because I want to prove a point to Gingerpubes. When he comes back I'll have proved to him that despite the warning signs, I think that he's a grade A wanker, and that he'll never get me to change.

Dan smirks, but Kevin isn't convinced.

Kevin: ...But wouldn't that just put you in the firing line?

Dan: No! Because I'm going to prove to him that I have the BEST drawing power in ACW! I'm the biggest bloody star on the planet now, and I'm going to prove that without me, Gingerpubes will suffer a hell of a lot more financial hardships than if I was wrestling for another company. I'll prove to him that losing me would be a big mistake!

He finishes the final lock of paint, standing back, looking proud of himself. In actual fact, the dragon looks as though it's been drawn by a 5 year old, but the message still stands.

Dan: Ahh, perfect.

Kevin: Okay okay, it's good. But I suggest we get out of here before Jay Zero gets back!

Dan: Ah crap, good point.

Dan grabs as many paintpots as he can, and the rush causes some to splatter over Kevin's trousers. Kevin groans as Dan laughs, and the duo escape out of the office.

Fade Out.

[Jake Steele]

“Everyway the Wind Blows...Creates a Tornado”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss

[Things could not be more merrier for the world tag team champions. With a spring in their step and a jolly cackle in their voice, they banter back and forth like an elderly married couple showing in fact that they have bonded. Like a true team they share everything. Their lives, their money and even their wrestling tights (though if you asked them, they would totally deny it). When teams start to get close, they begin to share other things, including their feelings. Now while this may, at first glance, reek of estrogen, there isn’t a greater part of teamwork than watching your partner’s back. Concerned about Thunderkiss’ lack of such, FSX tries to do exactly that.]

Thunderkiss: So I was thinking buddy, tomorrow you and I are so going to get off this Island for a little excursion. Somewhere where the sun actually shines. At this rate, my body will soon be covered with shingles unless I soak up large amounts of vitamin D. After my match, I will give Wilcox a call and have him google me up some good nude beaches in Florida.

FSX: Er...right..because we should be getting naked with each other around a bunch of old people. When I picture my perfect vacation that is most definitely it...Anyway, don't you think your looking past Mainer just a bit? I mean, the guy is a talentless runt that cheats at every turn he can to get by in the company, but he's also a psychotic little ass who's quite dangerous. I mean, I used to not have Sagat vision, buddy. I feel more like Chance Emerson everyday.

Thunderkiss: Pffffffft. The day I have to worry about little Danny Masterson is the day I realize that I’ve missed retirement by a few years. Trust me, this will be nothing more than a lite work out. Emphasis on the word, “lite.”

FSX: You must be off your period, seeing you were predicting the end of the world as we know it a few weeks ago. But now that REM didn't show up, everything is fine and dandy? Well..whatever. I guess I'm still here too, crazier things have happened.

Thunderkiss: Ahh, come on, X. He’s a complete putz. You have to remember, I know this guy from way back. We went to the same high school together, lived in the same neighborhood and shared the same friends. Though we were separated by several grades we were always at the same parties and hung with the same crowd. When I finally broke out of my shell and started having fun, Danny was always struggling with women or friendships or some other stupid shit. He was one of those drama queens, you know? The guy hasn’t changed much in over a decade since that time. It’s so sad and pitiful. But what really gets me is how he has always been my “creepy” stalker. When I decided to get into wrestling, guess what? He did too. When I decided to accept my birth name and live my lifelong dream, he shortly followed. I dated Anna, he had Caitlynn. It’s been a never ending cycle of creepiness and maybe if I finally beat the shit out of him, he’ll stop. One can only hope.

FSX: I don't really see any problem with any of that, buddy. I could use one of those creepy imitators! I mean, he could do absolutely everything that I did, except slightly more pathetic! Like...kill a less important president? Become the female version of Goro? Hang out with Gary?

Thunderkiss: That's crazy talk, everyone knows that your just a Hunter imitator.

FSX: ...What did you just say?

Thunderkiss: Uhh..They do say that imitation is the finest form of flattery, but when the person flattering you is a 20 something guy with self esteem issues it kind of ruins the experience.

FSX: No, seriously, what did you just say?

Thunderkiss: It was nothing. Don't you want to comment about wanting to be a chick with giant knockers about now?

FSX: No. I want to not be called a Hunter clone. I came first, damn it! I PREDATE HIM, AND HE STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME! It was NOT the other way around! YOU KNOW I'M ANGRY BECAUSE I'M USING MASSIVE WORDS TO DESCRIBE MY RAGE!

Thunderkiss: Because X, porno’s are filmed in a magical land filled with naked women and silicone. Trust me, I know, I used to live there.

FSX: What does that have to do with my rage?

Thunderkiss: Yes, why don’t we! Let’s pack our bags!

FSX: Hey...come on..stop ignoring my rage to go off to your happy place!

Thunderkiss: No.

FSX: Hmm..well..aren't you forgetting something anyway?

Thunderkiss: Dammit. Ugh, I swear, this wrestling thing SO gets in the way sometimes. Alright, after my match we are out of here. Keep my seat warm, call the airport and know that I’ll be right back buddy.

[Confident, he walks out of the locker room itching only to come back so they can do what they do best - party the night away. Just a few months ago his entire life was in shambles and a half a year later he is right back where he left off. This fact spins in his mind like a DJ’s turntable and he comes to the realization that in his life, no good deed goes unpunished. Surely, the other foot will soon drop, will it not? Will he finally have his peace or will his past creep up on him and bite him on his ass yet again?]

Thunderkiss: I’m not dreaming, am I buddy?

FSX: If only you were sometimes. I really get freaked out when some of your dreams come true...like that one about the Amazon's bathing bullfrogs well quoting lines from Caddshack. Manananananana...that was fucked up.

Thunderkiss: Sorry, buddy! I’ll leave you be. I just had to know if life could possibly be this good again.

[FADE]

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Encouragement is always good to hear (Credit: XS3)

We come to the back where XS3 is in his locker room, taking in a deep breath before exhaling. Now that he's done his daily rant, XS3 releases all the negative energy through his breathing before pausing to flex his neck and watch the rest of the show from the locker room. Just then, a "Smoke On The Water" ringtone begins to play and XS3 pauses to look down at his phone. The word "Home" flashes on the screen and XS3 flips open the cell and brings it to his mouth.

XS3: Talk to me.

The voice that responds back to him is that of his wife, Christine.

Christine: Hey honey…

XS3's face immediately lights up at the sound of Christine's voice and he smiles.

XS3: Ah, hey!

Christine: Listen Matt… About your promos lately…

XS3 comes to realize that most of his focus has been drawn more towards his battles with the Authority than his wife, who is due any day now. XS3 nods and begins to speak from the heart.

XS3: Look, I know what you're thinking and let me reassure you. This isn't going to be a repeat of the Durden fiasco. Just because I'm embroiled in a war with the Authority doesn't mean I will neglect you. I promise you that as soon as you're ready to give birth, I'll be there like a middle-aged mother at Wal-Mart. Babe, I love you with all my heart and I'm so fucking excited for our child to come into the world.

Christine: Awww… Matt… I love you too… I'm so excited myself. But that's not what I wanted to talk about regarding your promos.

A slight pause.

XS3: Oh…? What is it then?

Christine: Your dad's here. He wants to talk to you.

XS3: Oh… Sweet.

A silence occurs on the other end as we can hear the phone being handed to Mr. Irvine himself.

Mr. Irvine: Hey there son.

XS3: Yo, dad! What's up?

Mr. Irvine: Son, what you're doing is unacceptable. I want you to cut back on swearing on TV and have more respect for those two.

XS3: …

XS3 goes to follow up but he can hear laughter on the other side and XS3 soon realizes that his dad is only joking.

Mr. Irvine: …nah, I'm just kidding! Kick that fatass in the balls for me just to get back at him for that Christmas light disaster!

XS3: Hahaha! No problem, old man! I'll take those two to hell and back just for you.

Mr. Irvine: Excellent work! I'm proud of you, boy! We all are back at home! Keep it up and don't let those jerks get to you!

XS3: You got it, dad. Take care.

Mr. Irvine: All right, take 'er easy son.

With that said, XS3 hangs up and places the phone back in his duffel bag. The smile that was on XS3's face has never left since the conversation began and things look to be improving after weeks of hell thus far.

Fade.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Delicate Issues

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

There was a reason I didn’t show up on Meltdown last week. If you saw the footage from Ragnarok of me handing Henry McKaye his ass then you saw the devil rise from my blood. I may be a man of honor and courage, but if the rest of the world sins and cheats themselves that way, then I’m gonna have to play in their ball park. Break the rules for the greater good; it already sounds so appealing.

I’ve been walking around the arena for a while, trying to find a familiar face. My black trench coat conceals the majority of my bat, but there’s just enough there to give people a glimpse of what I’d do if any of them mess with me. I’m a “take no shit” kinda guy.

I bump into Charlotte, looking lovely as usual, who grabs me by the arm.[/color]

Charlotte: Hey, Scott can I get an interview if you’re not busy?

How could I refuse a dame dressed like her; beautiful summer dress, hair all nice and done up...if I weren’t going out with Jessie...[/i]

Scott: Uh, sure, I just have to be on my way to get ready for my match with the Senator later this evening. Ask away.

Charlotte: Ok, well first off, people are wondering why you didn’t show up on Meltdown last week...

Scott: Charlotte, I’m not sure if you saw what I did at Ragnarok, but it was a tad spontaneous and over whelming in how strong I felt and how good it felt to put away someone who has gone too long unpunished by the pathetic justice system in ACW. I just needed some time off to cool down. If I’d had been there, I would’ve destroyed the place and everyone in it! ...So that’s why I chose to wait till today.

Charlotte: Well I’m glad you did. And going up against the Senator tonight, how do you feel about competing against a former team mate and former rival as well?

Scott: Going up against a veteran like Sennie, I’m always on focus, trying not to let any mistakes happen. We know each other pretty good in the ring, so it’ll be a tough battle; I’m coming out on top!

Charlotte: Scott, I heard you’re trying to track down your fathers killer? Is this true?

Scott: I’ll let the police do their job; my main mission is to kick some ass in the ACW. My fathers killers WILL be brought to justice!

How dare she bring that up? It’s already a crisis as it is and now she’s plastering it all over Warfare; thanks a lot, Charlotte.

I pick my things up off the ground and make my way to the locker room.

Fade Out.

[Jake Steele]

The Senator Vs Scott Andrews (Credit: Josh Robertson)

The rings bell rings as the two men both lock up in the centre of the ring. The Senator's technical prowess quickly proves one notch above Andrews' as he spots an opening and wrestles Andrews to the ground with a judo esque throw. Retaining his grip on Andrews he follows up with a couple of knees to the side before Andrews manages to roll out of the way and scurry backwards. The respect between the two is clear as Senator ignores the temptation to rush in as Andrews gets back to a vertical base. The two begin to circle around the ring, however this time it is Andrews who uses his greater agility to get the upper hand by avoiding Senator's attempts to grab onto him and manages to shake him off before following up with a knee to mid-section. The Senator is winded and Andrews makes use of this by following up with a series of punches that cultimates with an irish whip towards to the turnbuckle. Andrews eager to keep his offense up follows up immediately with a turnbuckle smash which sends Senator sliding down the turnbuckle. Andrews is well in control as the fans watch on with intent interest and support for their respective wrestlers.

Andrews quickly brings Senator back to his feet and drives his head into the canvas with a DDT. Andrews hooks the leg but only manages to get a 2 count. Andrews doesn't rest as he quickly transitions into a grounded headlock. The Senatorial fans seem to be a bit worried as they watch Andrews control proceedings for the time being, however they needn't be. The trademark old man resiliency from Senator suddenly begins to arise and grows stronger the more time that passes by. Quickly there is a look of shock on Andrews' face as Senator suddenly begins to will himself to his feet. There is nothing Andrews can do to keep the match on the ground and has to abandon ship as Senator regains a vertical base. Andrews makes a fatal mistake as he releases one of his hands to try and regain control however this only allows this exact opposite as Senator begins to tee off with body shots until Andrews finds himself trying to back off. Senator finishes off the series with a dropkick to the knee that sends Andrews reeling. The cheers in the crowd have completely shifted as the senatorial contingent is out in full support.

Not allowing Andrews time to get back to his feet by himself Senator drags him there himself before lifting Andrews into the air for a vicious snap suplex. Bridging Senator goes for the pinfall but only manages to get a 2 count. There is a disappointed sigh from the senatorial fans however this is counteracted by the cheers from Andrews supporters. The match seems to be having an effect on both men as Senator takes a moment to recover while Andrews looks to welcome the timeout. Eventually Senator gets to his feet and brings Andrews with him who seems a bit less dazed than before, Senator however rectifies this with a hard elbow strike to the head that sends Andrews reeling again, trying to decipher whether he still has a right eye. Senator grabs a hold of him and irish whips him into the ropes, before heading to the opposite ropes himself. Both men bounce off at the same time and begin heading back as they look to be on course to collide in the centre of the ring. As Senator's arm raises up it's clear what's on his mind; Washington Lariat. It is lights out as the two men collide in the centre of the ring....only it isn't Andrews'! Andrews manages to duck under Senator's arm which sends Senator into the ropes, before Senator manages to turn around Andrews has managed to use his quickness to get into position and connects with The Headshot straight to the head of Senator. It truly is lights out as Andrews gets the pin and walks away with the victory.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Washing of a Soul.
Credit: The Faith (A.C Evans and Wayde)

We open to a rundown apartment building. The fans watch intently has they know this apartment building. It is not just any run down apartment building. This is the home of The Faith. A place which has become known for it's disgusting interior. Rats infest the area, making it their home. The Faith have learned to call this place home. Everyone watches intently to see what these men could be up to now.

Is this the girl you spoke of?

Yes, Master..[/color]

The camera pans over to see A.C. Evans standing in a room wearing a black trench coat with a black shirt and white pants. He has a single piece of black rope draped around his neck. Next to him is his prodigy, the man who does his bidding, Wayde. He has on no shirt with a long, black, sleeveless trench coat and black jeans. To the right is Jeremiah Lynch who stands holding a black chalice and barbed wire crown, blood still dried up from the man who wore it last.

In front of the two minions and their leader, a woman is seen kneeling down. The former prostitute, Esmeralda, has her head lowered with eyes closed. On her knees is a position she has found herself for the majority of her life. Being on her knees was a way to make money. She was degraded and was treated like garbage while she was on her knees. After serving a client, she would fall to her knees once again to serve another. Now, for her, being on her knees is a totally different thing. Being on her knees is now about being respected. She shows the respect to her new master now, A.C. Evans. Evans grins as Jeremiah slowly walks toward the girl with a the chalice in hand.

She proclaims her day of salvation is here?

She claims to be ready, Master.[/color]

Jeremiah, would you?

With that Jeremiah walks up to the girl and gently places the crown on her head. Jeremiah grabs her by the back of her head and raises her head up. She looks at Evans with the utmost intention.

Do you believe in The Faith?.

Yes

Are your ready for salvation?

Undoubtedly

You will no longer be known as Esmeralda. You will be now known as Mary, queen of the Faith. You have done a good deed, my daughter. You must now preach as we continue to slowly save this deranged world. [/i]

Evans grabs the black chalice from Jeremiah. Evans raises it up and bows his head before it. The three begin chanting in Latin, loudly.

Fides ago.
Nos mos superstes.
Nos mos servo.
Nos mos ago.

Esmeralda, now named Mary, opens her eyes as Evans grins. He brings the chalice down as both Jeremiah and Wayde lower their heads in respect now. Mary opens her mouth, another position she is used to. No longer will she continue to engage in sexual activities. She is now a virgin. She will do the works of the Faith. As she opens her mouth, the chanting gets louder.

Fides ago.
Nos mos superstes.
Nos mos servo.
Nos mos ago.

Evans brings the black chalice to her lips and slowly pours the liquid into her mouth. She attempts to swallow as much as possible, but the liquid begins to pour off of her lips and onto her. As he removes the chalice from her lips, the chanting stops. Evans extends his hand to Mary. She is helped up. Her eyes look different. She is now a changed woman. Jeremiah and Wayde look on as this goes on.

Who is your family?

The Faith.

A.C and Wayde grin as she stands before them, now a member of the flock.

You, Esmerelda, have been saved.

Evans turns and walks out of the room, with a sick grin on his face, followed closely by Lynch. Esmerelda gets weak at the knees so Wayde drags her into the other room and lays her down on the cot. She slowly slips into a dream as Wayde closes the door.

Fade

[Jake Steele]

Title: An interview with the Harlem Superman.
Credit: Harlem Superman

Chris Phenomenal: Fucking Mainer, fucking security guards, fucking everything. Just like Robin Williams right now I couldn’t give a shit about fuck.

Backstage at the ACW arena Chris Phenomenal is shown sitting on a pair of large flat palates, a handkerchief in hand as he is still trying to clean the coffee of his jacket. Hard as he my try however it is all for not as it has stained the fabric permanently. Chris continues to rub at the fabric before hurtling the handkerchief at the wall, and shouting out profanities once again in disgust. Chris’ rampage is ended by the voice of Kevin “The Internet” Anderson coming from his left side.

Kevin Anderson: Chris Phenomenal, despite all the hype that was generated with your ACW debut you lost your first match against Brent Garland. This must come as a disappointment to you.

Chris turns and looks at the man who had rudely interrupted his tirade. Looking him over he raises his eyebrow, before it furrows as he struggles to grasp something inside his head.

Chris Phenomenal: I’m sorry, but who in the hell are you, and what do you think gives you the right to interrupt the Harlem Superman.

Kevin Anderson: Name’s Kevin “The Internet” Anderson, formerly known as “The Scoop”. I’m the guy who gets all the big news stories around here, in fact it was I who first reported that…

Chris Phenomenal: I really don’t care what you reported on, who you spent last night with, or which gay bar you think is the best here on the ACW island. What I do care about is what you want, and how I can get rid of you the fastest.

Kevin Andersons cheeks turn crimson as Chris interrupts him, the brash new comer standing up to the veteran of ACW.

Kevin Anderson: I’ll have you know that I am a valuable contributor to the ACW community and…

Chris Phenommenal: I’m sorry for once again interrupting you, but you just said you were a valuable commodity to the ACW community. What in the blue hell do you do. I mean if I want a coffee I have to go and get it myself so you don’t do that. I know for sure you aren’t a masseuse as I know from experience that ACW only hires the fittest women to take care of that responsibility. In fact the only job I can think of for you won’t go on here as Pat Patterson isn’t on the ACW pay roll.

Kevin Anderson becomes further enraged as Chris Phenomenal continues to mock him. Gathering himself Kevin clears his throat.

Chris Phenomenal: Look first thing’s first. You have no need to clear your throat around me as nothing is headed down there, stave for my fist if you don’t hurry up and get the fuck out of here.

Both men are growing increasingly frustrated as Chris continues to prevent Kevin from conducting the interview, and Kevin embarrassed at being mocked in front of the Warfare crowd.

Kevin Anderson: Look, I have an interview to conduct with you right now. So let’s get this done and over with before I cram you one.

Chris Phenomenal: You ain’t crammin’ nothin’ around me. I got no time for interviewers who think they are the shit. Now I’m a reasonable guy so I’ll give you a minute of my time, and after that I don’t care how valuable you are to ACW, I’ll drop you right here and know, fuck the consequences.

Kevin Anderson: Chris, I don’t think you can drop F-bombs on air.

Chris Phenomenal: Fifty five seconds.

Kevin Anderson sighs, as the difficult interview progresses.

Kevin Anderson: Last week despite the hype you garnered prior to your ACW debut, you lost your first match last week against Brent Garland. This must have been a crushing blow to your substantial ego.

Chris Phenomenal: You see that’s the thing that already pisses me off about you, I’ve known you for all of two minutes and already you think you know me. It didn’t affect me one bit. I’m a high performance athlete and after a downtime of six months you expect to have a rough road getting back into action. Something you would have never experienced is the difference between a gym and a wrestling ring. I firmly expected that when I came into ACW that I would have a rough start. These are the best of the best and I hadn’t stepped foot inside of the ring for over six months. I didn’t get a training camp to get back into game shape like most professional athletes do. I expect it to take a few weeks for me to get back to one hundred percent in the ring, and if I take a few losses during that time then so be it. I figure once Bloody Valentine comes and goes I’ll be back to form, and that’s truly when the era will begin.

Kevin Anderson: Not a lot is known about where you came from. A lot of people on various fan forums have called you a poser, an Eminem wannabe if you will. Can you tell us a little bit about your past.

Chris Phenomenal: I can assure you and all your little cyber dork friends Kevin that I am anything but a poser. Those same people who call into question my integrity, my up bringing and where I come from, haven’t stepped outside of their mama’s basement in the past six months. I don’t care to talk right now about my past, but I can assure you, that even the most hardened man would quiver to be able to walk through the depths of my memory.

Kevin Anderson: Chris, why…

Chris Phenomenal: I’m sorry, our time is up, now peace easy bra.

Kevin tries to understand what Chris means, but is unable too.

Kevin Anderson: Wh…

Chris cracks his knuckles as finally Kevin gets the message and scrambles away as Chris looks down once again at the coffee stain on his hoody.

Chris Phenomenal: Fucking Mainer.

[FADE]

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Be careful what you wish for!
Credit: Josh Robertson, Jay Zero, Lumber BRAINS!

The scene opens up backstage with a shot of ACW World Champion and Commissioner Jay Zero strolling through the corridors. Commissioner Zero appears to be in a triumphant mood and why shouldn't he be? He practically owns ACW now! Plus he has an office now, too. Speaking of his office, he turns the corner to take him to the hallway where his office is. As he reaches his office he breathes a sigh of relief and taps the world title that is slung over his left shoulder before pushing open the door and entering. He slams down the title on his rather large desk before taking a seat. He relaxes back for a few moments. However, he is partly caught off guard as the sound of the door opening can be heard. He looks up with an inquisitive eye to see none other than Josh Robertson standing there.

Josh Robertson: About time, Commissioner. A man like me can't afford to waste time waiting, you know?

Commissioner Zero: ...first off, show some damn manners and knock - and second, who the hell does a man like "you" think he is?

Josh Robertson: You can't be serious, Commissioner. Jeez. You know Jake Cheng? I'm the guy who purified him from his hell hole.

Commissioner Zero: Oh, right.. Right - yes, I know you now! Pft, of course! How could I forget! I mean, seeing you standing there, I did assume you were a bit familiar. But then again, don't most Generic fella's look alike? So what is it Player One? Unlike you, I, the World Heavyweight Champion and Commissioner actually have things to do.

Robertson's eye twitches but stays composed and continues while Zero tries to fake an interest.

Josh Robertson: Why am I here? I'm here because I think you're too scared to give me a match!

Commissioner Zero: Is that right? Now exactly why in the hell would I be "scared" to give you a match?

Josh Robertson: It's been two shows since I purified Jake from ACW and since then I haven't had a single match. Instead, you have people like Chris Phenomenal and Mikaru Daiety on the show! Is this supposed to be a joke?

Commissioner Zero: Mr. -- Whatever the name is, I kid you not. Fact is, while I may be Commissioner, I'm not going out of my way to sort out the big shots like me from the nobody's like you.

Josh Robertson: Nobody?!--

Commissioner Zero: Yes, nobody! Sure, you beat Jake Cheng, whoopy-friggin-do! You're parading around here like you just shattered some impossible record or something. Take a good look, I've beaten Jake Cheng too - many more times than you have! Hell, I won two separate Championship Titles from Jake Cheng! You on the other hand haven't haven't even been able to dream about what it would be like to hold ACW Championship Gold in your grimy little hands.

Zero is calm and relaxed, seemingly enjoying his little chat with Robertson. However, Robertson appears to be growing more and more frustrated by Zero's remarks.

Josh Robertson: I think it's pretty clear why ACW is like it is if the owner thought it would be ok to leave someone like you in charge!

Just then, the door to the locker room opens up and Thunder Train walks in holding two hot dogs, one in each hand.

Commissioner Zero: Hey! Look who it is! Train, we have company!

Train: Oh... ok. OM NOM NOM NOM!

He begins to shove the hotdogs into his mouth, completely devouring them.

Commissioner Zero: So Train, earlier I was talking to that guy from the catering service, right?

Train *Muffled through the shattered remains of hot dog*: Did you tell him to get more pizza rolls?!

Commissioner Zero: Oh, yeah, we talked about that. I put in for another order, but anyways, he told me that from now on, they're just going to make the corndogs without the sticks in them so you won't hurt yourself any more.

Train: About damn time I'm starving...

Just then, "Ahem" is noisily said, as Robertson clears his throat to catch the attention of the two.

Train: What's your problem, bitch?

Commissioner Zero: Oh, right, I forgot you were there. What was it you wanted again? I'm completely lost now. I think I was talking about how much better I am than you - but then again, I'm normally saying that to everybody...

Josh Robertson: You know what? I came here to demand a match for Thursday, but I've got a better thought. Since you think I'm such a nobody how about on Thursday we have Commissioner Zero Vs Josh Robertson.

Just then, Train and Zero both turn towards each other and begin to burst into laughter. Robertson on the other hand, doesn't find this funny one bit.

Commissioner Zero: Pft--aaahahaha! You kiddin' me right now Junior? You're honestly "demanding" that the World Heavyweight Champion, the sexiest, smartest, and most-skilled man in ACW today aka Jay Zero go one on one with a man that has the personality of a fruit fly? Please. Don't waste my time! But y'know what, instead of me potentially destroying you, and instead of my good buddy here Thunder Train doing it for me, I got another idea in mind.

Zero's mouth widens to a wide grin. Robertson sighs but seems pleased at the prospect of having another victim to face.

Commissioner Zero: ...this Thursday, it's going to be - you - Jack Robinson vs. Wayde Russeller!

Train: In an INFERNO MATCH! WE CAN COOK THINGS!

Josh Robertson: What the hell?!

Commissioner Zero: No, Train - no inferno matches.

Train: What?! Why! Ugh, I never get to have any fun!

Josh Robertson: You think you're funny Zero? The only funny thing will be seeing the emo cowboy get purified once I'm through with him.

Commissioner Zero: Ahh, fantastic then. I REAAALLY do look forward to that then. Now - get out, I have things to do.

Robertson turns around and heads to the door, he may of essentially got what he asked for, but will he regret it come Thursday?

Commissioner Zero: Hey Train.

Train: Yes?

Commissioner Zero: What was that guys name?

Train: Uhh, I believe it's John Rockerman.

Commissioner Zero: Really?

Train: Yeah.

Commissioner Zero: Wow, I called him Jack Robinson. I feel like an idiot now.

Train: Damn, I'm hungry. Let's go eat.

Train rubs his stomach and Zero sighs. Well - the Commissioner sure does have his work cut out for him, and now it seems as if Josh Robertson, or John, or Jack, whoever he is, will also have his work cut out for him on Thursday.

The scene fades to black.

[Jake Steele]

”Jizm Stick”
Credit: Danny Mainer

Sat on a bench behind the curtain preparing himself physically and mentally for his ordeal is none other then Danny Mainer. He has a tin can in his right hand which is a wicked energy drink that most of the United Kingdom fans recognize as “Relentless”, the acid-green drink which sends you on a spree of hyper activeness akin to that of a child with ADHD. Danny takes a long, deep swig of the drink which supposedly is made using nuclear waste and sighs as the liquids slither down into his gullet. He stands up and looks around to see if anyone Is watching or heading towards him. The coast is clear and soon Mainer begins to shadowbox sending powerful strikes into thin air crossed with the occasional shuffle side kick or discus elbow. The well-attoned striker and high-flier goes deep into focus as he trains himself for his long battle ahead.

Danny Mainer: *thought track* ”This is it. Six months of pain, suffering, misery and sheer hell all culminate tonight. After EVERYTHING Aiden put me through it’s now time for revenge. I will deal back to him every punch, every kick, every submission move, every remark he has ever done, every time he has ever used me for his own ends to push him further as leader, every time he pissed on my dreams for himself, every time he doubted me, EVERY TIME he thought he was better then me, EVERY TIME he took something that was mine, violated it and handed it back to me in bloody tatters. I will pack all of my loathing into one silver bullet. His e-mail address is on this silver bullet and I’m going to press Send. It won’t be sent ploughing into his brain or his balls, though it is easy to confuse the two. I’m going to get Aiden where it hurts the most, his heart.”

Danny delivers a swift combo of wicked rights, a left and then a side flip into a Spinning Back Kick which had it hit someone would’ve gone straight to the head and put someone in the hospital. He smirks and then sighs again.

Danny Mainer: *thought track* ”This is the end of the line Aidan, are you ready for this? I’m taking Sally and I’m sticking it in your big, fat and inflated head. I can’t wait for this. Pain and pleasure meet halfway as your agonizing screams become like music to my ears when I tear you a new one. I know tonight won’t be easy, in fact I know tonight will be one of the hardest fought battles of my life but in the end when I put you down I’ll be able to safely say that I STOPPED the thunder!”

He pauses, turns and does a back flip onto one knee. He looks around and sees an intern walking towards him with a folder cradled under his arms. Danny walks towards him with a reassuring and warm smile on his face and puts one hand on his shoulder. He gazes at him with big glowing eyes and the intern is a little taken aback by the situation.

Intern: “Can I help you Danny?”

Danny Mainer: ”Yup, can you help me? I just need to test summat. THIS won’t hurt.”

Danny doesn’t wait for a response and leaps in the air doing a full flip over the top of the interns head, landing on one knee behind him as he gasps with shock. The intern instinctively turns around which is when Danny rockets up from the floor and delivers an EARTH-SHATTERING Psycho Holiday. The folder flies off into the distance as the intern lies in an unconscious heap on the floor. Danny dusts himself off and swaggers into the distance with only one final word for anyone that’s listening.

Danny Mainer: ”Aiden is sooooo dead.”

FADE

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Remembering the little guys...
Credit: Dave Shadow

As we cut backstage again, we find ourselves in a staff-room looking area; a sink and some presses line up against one wall, with a small table in the middle, a few chairs situated around it. Other than that, the room looks a tad blank and empty. The door opens, as Mickey Cole, Dave Shadow’s personal interviewer, walks in. He moves over to the table and pulls out a chair, before reaching in and grabbing one of the news papers which has been left on the table. He opens it up and leans back in the chair, relaxing after a long day.

The door opens again behind him; Charlotte King walks in with her back to Cole, laughing and saying goodbye to someone out in the hallway. She turns and as soon as she sees Mickey, her face drops and the smile disappears.

King: Oh. What are you doing here?

Cole: This is the ACW Interview staff room. I am part of the ACW staff, aren’t I?

King: Barely. You can hardly claim to interview the ACW roster now, can you? I mean, when was the last time you actually talked to anyone other than Dave Shadow?

Cole: Thats true. But then, there is a reason. Dave made sure my job security was part of his contract when he signed up here with ACW.

King: Oh, lucky you with your job security. But some of us actually have to work for a living here....

Cole: Listen, it’s not like that. I’m sorry if you are annoyed over me getting paid for doing little, but I’m afraid that’s what the situation is and that’s how it’s staying.

King: I don’t get it though. Why does Dave get his own personal interviewer?

Cole: Because....

King waits for a few moments, silence passing between the two. She stands at the other end of the table to Cole, looking and waiting for an answer.

King: Because is not an answer Cole. Why does he get his own personal interviewer? What makes him so special?

Cole: Fine. Sit down. I’ll tell you, but only you.

King shrugs and sits down at the end of the table. Cole folds up the newspaper and begins to recount his tale.

Cole: A few years back, I was working in the GWF under Dave.

King rolls her eyes in to the back of her head...

Cole: No, I know. I won’t bore you with the details. The GWF is gone and dead, and really isn’t that important to the story. What is important is the fact I worked for Dave as an interviewer. And I was one of the best. And then, something happened and all the shit in the world hit the biggest imaginable fan. My wife left me and took the kids with her. Some bad financial decisions meant I was left with the bank taking my house, my car and everything that meant anything to me. I was down and out, and the ref was about to count to ten. And Dave saved me. He didn’t fire me or give up on me like everyone else did. He watched out for me. The GWF was my lone guiding light in this world.

King: So what happened when it shut down?

Cole: Dave took me with him to Castle Island off the coast of Ireland. God knows there wasn’t much left for me in America. He let me stay on the island free of charge, no mention of rent, and he gave me a job as his personal assistant. It wasn’t the most glamorous of jobs, but it was better than nothing. When he came to ACW then, he requested that I too would get a job. They didn’t need another full time journalist, so Dave said he’d take me on as a personal interviewer. The only reason I have a job is because of Dave.

King: Wow. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

Cole: Few do. You know, Dave says that what he does, he does for the fans. He isn’t lying. It isn’t some gimmick. He genuinely loves this industry, and he loves entertaining the fans. He constantly puts their happiness above his own. And he’s helped me more than I can ever tell him...

King: That’s real sweet Cole. Ok, fine. I won’t give you a hard time anymore.

Cole: Thanks Charlotte.

King gets up from the table and heads over to the sink. She grabs a kettle from beside it and starts filling it up with water.

Cole: Charlotte?

King: Yeah Cole?

Cole: Fancy going out with me sometime?

King: Eww. No.

King shudders and abandons her hopes of a nice cup of tea. Cole sits staring at her and the floor. She looks really uncomfortable, and after a few moments, she heads for the door, desperate not to be alone in the awkward silence anymore. Cole sighs and grabs the newspaper again, leaning back in the chair and opening it up.

Cole: Damn it. I was sure that story would get her. Ah well.

Cole’s phone starts ringing in his pocket. The paper still open, he reaches in and pulls it out, answering it.

Cole: Yeah? OH! Dave. Yes, sir. Right away.

Cole presses a button, hanging up. Rather than jumping up straight away, he sits reading the paper....

Cole: Go here. Do this. Arrogant bastard.

...as we...

[FADE]

[Jake Steele]

..::ACW::.. THUNDERKISS VS. “THE PSYCHO BUTCHER” DANNY MAINER ..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 20 Minutes
Referee: Keiji Makabe

-* Tale of the Tape *-

Thunderkiss
Age: 31
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 353 lbs.
Hometown: San Fernando, California

“The Psycho Butcher” Danny Mainer
Age: 27
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 171 lbs.
Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada

The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.*

“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails hits as the lights dropped, strobes pulsing all around the arena as a loud cackling laugh overshadows the intro. After the full intro the lyrics start depicting scenes of a sexual nature as Danny walks out looking as “joyful” as ever. He hasn’t gone for flash in his entrance as he ignores the ten-thousand strong crowd that are ALL booing the man who was looking to beat Thunderkiss. He doesn’t notice though and so the ex-International Champion walks down the ramp, those foolish enough to try and get a high-five from him are promptly ignored. Danny walks down to the ring twirling around and slicing down with his fore-arm as if he were striking a piece of meat on a table; he then jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He raises his arms and then climbs up the nearest corner to the top-rope standing tall and straight like a statue. With his footing carefully on the ropes, he then makes a cut-throat sign before wowing the audience with a back-flip.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Mainer and Thunderkiss locks up .... or so one would expect. Thunderkiss goes to raise his hands but struggles to do so as if his body was saying no. With a wide open shot, Mainer makes the most of it and drives his five knuckles into TK’s chin. Thunderkiss staggers back bewildered, trying to make sense of what just happened. Not wanting to be shown up, he runs forward with a clothesline only to once again have his body shut down. Midway to Mainer, his legs freeze up and this allows Mainer to leap up onto him, hook his head and then drive it down to the canvas with a DDT. With only a few seconds into this match TK is reeling and is struggling against some invisible power. Mainer picks him up and Irish whips him into a nearby corner and catches him on the rebound with a “Blader’s Sunrise” that almost imbeds his head into the canvas. Mainer pops up and begins to wail into TK’s head with a series of stiff kicks. The Worldbreaker’s brain is almost oozing out of his ears when he is finally done with him and things are only going to get worse. Picking TK back up onto his feet as if he was his own personal play thing, Mainer brings this match to a premature end with the Psycho Holiday but refuses to pin his fallen foe. Instead, he leaps onto TK and begins to dig his fingernails into his neck, choking him out like an animal. As this occurs, Keiji Makabke turns away making it more than clear that he is on the take.

Maxwell McNally: It goes without saying that Thunderkiss is unorthodox in the ring, but this goes beyond bizare. Why is he not fighting back?

“Fast” Eddie Edison: He looks lost out there, Max! Like he is possessed!

MATCH MIDPOINT: At the match’s midpoint, it becomes disturbingly clear that this match is all but over. Three “Ticket to Paradises” find their way into TK’s face, busting his nose into several pieces. He drops to his knees and takes a “Swinging Cleaver” to the head, not once, but twice. This incapacitates him and he lays prone on his back, looking up at the lights above him. Try as he might, he still cannot get his body to move. It finally dawns on Thunderkiss that something foul happened to him during his disappearance and this is the result. He doesn’t have think hard to know who is behind this and the image of Richard Paris lights a fire underneath him, but even still he cannot move. Mainer paces the ring like a panther ready to strike and continues the humiliation by spitting on Thunderkiss. As this occurs, the fans head turn as help finally comes for Thunderkiss in the form of not a doctor, but rather a nurse. “Extreme Pleasure Nurse” Joytoy comes running down to the ring, towel in hand. As soon as she is close enough to throw it, she does, signaling that she has thrown in the towel for Thunderkiss. Makabe, in on the plot, sees it and kicks it out of the ring. Questioning why this gesture was ignored, Joytoy does not get an answer but is rather ejected from the arena. Against her will she is taken by ACW security and the fans, staff and even the announce team watch on in utter chaos and confusion.

Maxwell McNally: Joytoy throws in the towel only to be thrown out of the arena?! What on Earth is going on here!?

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Why is Keiji Makabe allowing this match to continue?! It makes absolutely no sense! Thunderkiss is totally defenseless and his valet has just thrown in the towel! This mach should be over right now!

MATCH ENDING: The end is drawing near, though by all means it ended almost 19 minutes ago. The only thing that will come to TK’s rescue is the match’s time limit for Mainer will not squander an opportunity such as this by foolishly allowing the time to run out. However, before he pins Thunderkiss, he still has a minute left on the clock and he shall make the most of it. The fans watch on with a sick stomach as Thunderkiss, soaked in his own blood, continues to be Mainer’s personal punching bag. With stiff kick after stiff kick finding its way into TK’s mid section, Thunderkiss slowly but surely begins to choke on his own blood. He coughs it out the best he can before he is thrown upwards onto his feet and then given another “Psycho Holiday” that causes his eyes to roll back up into his head. His Several heads turn away from the ring and TV sets as Thunderkiss collapses to the ring like a rag doll, his body twisted in ways it was never meant to be positioned. He then begins to go into convultions as his mind shuts his entire body down in an effort to protect itself. Watching TK flail around like a fish causes Mainer to let out an unnerving cackle that is as twisted as his soul. With a smirk and wink to the camera, Danny Mainer places his foot upon Thunderkiss and raises both arms into the air along with his head. With every slap of Makabe’s palm, he lets several months of revenge wash off of him, but saves a little bit of it for one final act that is yet to come.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

WARFARE WINNER: “THE PSYCHO BUTCHER” DANNY MAINER!

[Jake Steele]

“Destroyer”
Thunderkiss: Game Over # Six
Credit: Danny Mainer, Thunderkiss

[Mainer stands victorious. Makabe raises his hand in the air to make it official drawing a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. The fans from the front row to the rafters know that something foul is in the air and they let Mainer and company have it. Thunderkiss lies on the mat barely able to move for fractures and broken bones riddle his body from head to toe. In situations such as these, the referee always makes the call for medical help but Makabe turns his back on TK once more. Watching from afar, Dr. Trace Gibson takes matters into his own hands and rushes the ring with his medical staff. ]

Maxwell McNally: I’ve been in this business for a long while now, Eddie, and I have never, EVER seen a referee not call a match like this. For whatever rhyme or reason, TK was totally defenseless in there and he allowed Mainer to pick him apart.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: You know me, Max, I am who is not afraid to speak his mind. That’s how I got this job to begin with. That said, what kind of mess are we in when ACW cannot even trust its own referees?!

Maxwell McNally: A very big one.

[Over one month ago, he set off on a quest to do the impossible and rid ACW of the “menace” of Thunderkiss once and for all. While Chairman Gingerdude was skeptical at first, he placed the ball in Richard Paris’ hands and he just scored a game winning touchdown. From a far he watches Thunderkiss being strapped to a body board and hears the wail of an approaching ambulance. It makes his heart flutter with exuberance and he cannot contain his joy any longer. This a moment meant to be shared.]

Richard Paris *on phone*: Chairman? It is over.

Chairman Gingerdude *on phone*: Richard, you just made my vacation even better, if such a thing is even possible. To know that my daughter and grandson are now finally safe will allow me to sleep much better at night.

Richard Paris *on phone*: Trust me, it was my pleasure. Enjoy the sun and fun, Ginger, and know that we have things completely in hand here.

*Click*

Richard Paris: So completely in hand, ACW doesn’t really need you, dear Chairman.

[Dreams of one day overthrowing Chairman Gingerdude tickle Paris’ mind pushing his pleasure of watching TK being carted away out of his mind. Knowing full well that it takes BOTH brain and brawn to make a power play in Alpha Championship Wrestling, he decides its best to congratulate his “leashed dog” in an effort to keep him on the team. From the gorilla position he saunters off to find him, which quickly becomes a daunting task. Left, right, up and even down, Danny Mainer is nowhere to be found. However, on his quest to locate the Butcher, he bumps into the piece of meat he just tenderized. Even tied to a Gurney, TK proves to be a formidable foe.]

Richard Paris: Thunderkiss. How terrible of this to happen! ACW will never be the same without you, truly! You will be in our thoughts, I promise! Maybe if you are lucky, you’ll even get a nice bouquet of flowers!

Thunderkiss: I don’t know what you did to me, Paris, but you made one, huge mistake.

Richard Paris: Oh? What’s that?

Thunderkiss: I’m still breathing. I’ll be back.

Richard Paris: Oh my, he is completely delusional! Take this man away and see to it that he receives the care that he so desperately needs!

[The paramedics whisk TK away before he can get in the last word adding more salt to his already heavy wounds. In a blink of an eye TK arrives outside the vehicle’s double doors, a scene he is certainly quite familiar with. However, this time is most different than the others. This time he knows the situation is much more dire for he can feel it in every nerve on his body. When your body won’t respond to your commands, you know that you are in deep, deep trouble. He forces his subconscious to worry about mending his wounds instead of focusing on revenge, a task that proves to be most daunting the instant the ambulance driver sticks his head out from behind the seat and says - ]

Danny Mainer: ”Come the fuck on! Get that big pile of shit loaded TODAY please. I don’t want him to die of old age before we get there!!!”

[Mainer’s booming voice reverberates throughout the arena’s loading bay and filters into the ear of the nearby Richard Paris. He has finally found his lost cohort though this fact rattles him more than relieves him. Knowing full well that Mainer’s thirst for revenge overrides any form of rational thought, he knows the potential for a much greater headache is very possible if he allows Mainer to drive away from the arena with his special “cargo.”]

Richard Paris: MAINER, NO! This was not part of the arrangement! It’s over, FINISHED!

Danny Mainer: ”Sorry Richie, I’m done! I’ve done my end of the bargain, now it’s my turn to play!”

Richard Paris: Don’t you DARE drive away. You hear me? If you do, it will be the biggest mistake in your life! I knew I shouldn’t have sullied myself with the likes of you!

Danny Mainer: ”Instincts are a wonderful thing Richie, if I’d acted on them more when I was your age I might not be in this mess! Learn from your mistakes, dickweed!”

[Mainer cranks the transmission in overdrive and his foot sinks the gas peddle to the floor. The back tires spin out and kick up a cloud of debris and smoke that chokes Paris’ lungs. The instant that friction is established, the ambulance shoots out of the arena like a bullet from a gun leaving Paris is a state of panic and disbelief.]

Richard Paris *screaming*: MAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

[FADE]

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Just my opinion, you know?
Credit: Josh Robertson

The camera opens up with Josh Robertson walking back from Commissioner Zero's office through the hallways. He passes by the food hall before continuing through into another hallway. It is here that he notes the sound of footsteps following behind. Not best pleased about possibly being stalked Robertson stops.

Josh Robertson: I swear if you're an interviewer..

Robertson turns around to see a man standing there with a camera propped on his right shoulder. He raises his right eyebrow as he questions the man.

Josh Robertson: Uh, any particular reason why you're following and recording me?

Camera man: It's in case you do something interesting. You know, break into a sudden rage or if Dan White manages to make it back inside the building somehow.

Josh Robertson: Well, I was about to threaten to purify your ass if you didn't go away, but I think I actually have a use for you. You got a microphone with you?

Camera man: Sure...

The camera man pulls out a microphone that was attached to the side of the camera and hands it to Robertson. Robertson raises it to his mouth and continues.

Josh Robertson: Right, may as well give the people something intelligible to listen to instead of having to listen to the jibberish the likes of RDK spill out.

Thankfully, this Thursday the people will have the privilege of watching Josh Robertson step into the ring again. If you hadn't noticed I haven't had a match since I tapped out and purified Jake Cheng, well obviously something had to be done about so I went to see Commissioner Zero. Zero tried his best to be useless, but in the end justice prevailed and he has officially booked Josh Robertson Vs Wayde Russeller...in an Inferno match. Ugh. Despite Zero's best attempt to be funny I can assure you all you will not be disappointed. The added stipulation of having to wrestle Russeller in a flaming ring will only add emphasis to the fact that he doesn't have an ounce of talent or ability in his body.

Now, I'm not quite sure what Russeller is supposed to be, word from some is he's a cowboy while from others he's an emo. Well, it doesn't matter. See, professional wrestling isn't about gimmicks, it's about wrestling! Surprise that one, huh. I have seen Wayde Russeller "in action" before and I can verify that he is nothing more than a bar room brawler and once I'm through with him on Thursday that's right back where he'll be. Russeller is merely another stepping stone to my goal, and a tiny one at that. Jeez, I hate to admit it, but he's probably easier than Jake Cheng was too.

It still puzzles me why Zero made this match in the first place. Out of everyone on the roster why did he choose the biggest waste of space? I mean, I would have thought that after what went down earlier tonight he could have least done the logical thing and given me Dan White. I mean, it isn't like that one needed much thinking about is it? White may not be much of improvement over the emo cowboy, but at least I would be able to get retribution after he ASSAULTED me. Fact is, Zero's reigns as both Commissioner and World Champion of ACW are more than ludicrous. He's more bent than the hook of a candy cane and relies on others and foreign objects to get the job done for him. It's really easy to see why ACW is in the state it is when you have the likes of Jay Zero as "The Commissioner" and World Champion.

Let's not forget Dan White, though. Dan, you're nothing more than a mere thug and the day we step into the ring together is the day that your ACW career ends. You've been here what, 4 years? And what have you accomplished? A few minor non-lasting title reigns. Do you want to know the reason for what, huh? It is because even with the lack of talent in this company you still can't match up it to it. That's pretty sad to be honest. You may think you're "cool" because you act the fool and have little cronies that do your bidding for you just like Zero does, but none of that is going to help you if you ever have the balls to face off against a real wrestler. "Mate", you may have one of the bigger egos in ACW, but that's only going to bring you crashing down that much harder. You know what, Dan? I personally look forward to wrestling your sorry ass; just so I can purify it and not have to see it ever again.

It's tiring walking around the arena and having to co-exist with people like Dan White and Zero, but sarcrifices have to be made. Unlike the majority of people in this industry - let alone ACW - I am actually COMMITTED to what I believe in. And I believe in saving professional wrestling. I believe in returning professional wrestling to its former glory. As you know all that means that I have to purify ACW from existence. That means sooner or later every single person in ACW is on my path towards my goal. Simply put, regardless of who you are; sooner or later you're next.

Robertson continues to stare into the camera as he finishes. He takes several deep breathes and regains his composure as the camera man finishes filming. He hands back the microphone to the camera man.

Josh Robertson: That should give you something more to work with than a million RDK catch phrases.

A sly smirk momentarily appears on the face of Robertson before disappearing again as he heads off. Fade to black.

[Jake Steele]

Title: The Start is The End?
Credit: A.C. Evans & Fallen Souls

And with that being said, we fade back up to the arena where 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer begins to play, signaling the one and only Fallen Souls. The fans give him a mixed reaction. It's quite evident that something is on his mind just by his body language. As he walks out from behind the curtain, he doesn't seem to be in a very good mood tonight. He is wearing a black dress coat with black dress slacks. Needless to say, Fallen Souls looks like a sharply dressed man. As he walks down the ramp, he enters the ring via the steel steps. He enters through the second ropes and is quickly given a microphone as the crowd and his music dies down.

FSX: As of Meltdown, it appeared that I was finally done with. That I'd done everything I possibly could, and that my body couldn't deal with this anymore. I had been informed I would likely die if things didn't change, and honestly I can't do that for people that no longer give a damn. No offense or anything, but I've been fighting for some kinda legacy you guys don't want to give to me. It's obvious that's not going to happen. So why am I still here? Well...I think you all know.

Fallen would cease a moment, pacing back and forth in the ring as he kept the mic to his mouth.

FSX: Basically I was interrupted by a newer breed of egomaniac by the name of A.C Evans. I still don't really know why, but he was right about what he said. I'm still here, because I can't help trying to teach idiots a less--

LOVE...YOUR HATE...
YOUR...FAITH LOST

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Fallen Souls directs his attention to the top of the ramp as do the rest of the ACW fans. The fans boo loudly as the infamous A.C. Evans appears at the top of the ramp, by himself. Evans is wearing a black trench coat with his torn up jeans under. He has a microphone ready. He paces around at the top of the ramp with a grin on his face.

A.C. EVANS: Xavier, that's no way to talk to me, is it? I mean, the only reason you are sticking around is because you have something to prove, isn't it? Don't you want that Heavyweight title? Isn't that what you want to complete that sad little legacy that you call a career? Or do you want to simply..destroy me? Is it because you look at me and you know that deep down I am going to do more than you've ever dreamed about doing? Isn't that why you are here tonight?[/color]

FSX: I'm here tonight to make sure you don't drop your pants and start masturbating for all to see. Honestly, that's what it sounds like your about to do all the time. It's disturbing. 'Ohh, Xavier. What are you here for? Mmmm? Is it because I'm better then you? Ohh..yeah..ahh..it's so good to toss out crappy lines for cheap heat. I'm so aroused.'

A.C. EVANS: How rude of you, Xavier. I thought your mother taught you better manners. Regardless, I hear that you are just waiting for your chance to put your hands on me. Is this true?[/color]

FSX: Well, why else would you come out here otherwise? You wanted me to stay to prove some kinda point, or make some kinda name for yourself...so feel free. Though you really should stop putting me over as a hack if you want to look like some kinda omnipotent force in trying to destroy me. I mean, I'm half dead. I can't do this without drugs...but you can at least pretend I'm a psychotic Japanese school girl and treat me with respect!

A.C. EVANS: Tsk.Tsk. It's always a shame when someone doesn't know when to admit defeat. You don't understand, do you Xavier? You don't seem to comprehend the fact that I am here to offer you salvation..[/color]

FSX: Oh yes. Because I believe with you as my savior I can finally repent for all the sins I have committed. For all the evil I have done, because I'm so fucking sorry about it.

A.C. EVANS: How dare you! You think you can just...say no like that. Fine. Xavier, for declining salvation, you will live in sin for the rest of your pathetic little life. And when the time to die comes, which is not short off, you will regret this day. You will regret not joining The Faith.[/color]

FSX: If I ever become a weak-minded fool who obeys an eccentric transgendered lunatic who believes himself god...well...I'll say that's as good a time as any to jump into oncoming traffic.

A.C. EVANS: Is that why Aiden is carrying you to a tag team title reign, Xavier? Let's face facts..without a tag team partner, you're just another second rate wrestler. [/color]

FSX: Oh yes, because the great A.C. Evans has accomplished so much in his illustrious two month long career. I should definitely grovel at your feet for lessons in greatness, because I've clearly done nothing but cling to a roided leg and celebrate his success with him. Hell, in comparison to you I'm a legend, and no one will agree with that.

A.C. EVANS: Legend? I laugh at that statement. You've done nothing to warrant legendary status. Xavier, I'll ask you once more..do you wish to become part of The Faith? Your obedience will be rewarded. [/color]

FSX: So do I have to find old men dressed as ghosts in order to get tasty scooby snacks or something? I'm not your pawn, and it will never happen. You can't have me, so come on...try and strike me down.

A.C. EVANS: Then, you shall rot in hell. Xavier, I bid you good night..May you rot in eternal bliss..[/color]

FSX: Actually, I don't really feel like waiting.

A.C. EVANS: A change of heart perhaps?[/color]

FSX: Nah, in total contrast I'm actually suggesting that we just get this over with and I prove how lowly you are on Meltdown. So, what's it going to be? I'm a nobody, right? No reason to fear me. Prove your point!

A.C. EVANS: And why would I accept such a challenge?[/color]

FSX: You have no reason to fear me, right? I'm a second-rate nobody. I can't handle your greatness, right? Prove this all to me. I want to see you manhandle me and brag about it to your kids.

A.C. EVANS: I wouldn't give you the satisfaction..[/color]

FSX: I'm fine with it being the other way around if you prefer. I don't have all the talent I did, but I still have much more then you..so...what's it going to be? Are we on?

A.C. EVANS: Hmph. You'll see soon enough..[/color]

Evans grins coyly and slowly walks behind the curtain as Miseria Cantare kicks back up again.

Fade.

[Jake Steele]

Segment: Pre-Match Excitement (Credit: Macho Man RDK)

We come back from commercials to see the camera pan around the arena, checking out different signs held by fans. "Macho 4 Life" and "ThunderMania" are some of the more common phrases read on these fan-made posters. ACW Interviewer Kevin Anderson stands by via titantron, just right backstage with the Macho Man Randy Kanyon.

Kevin: We're almost ready for tonight's main event ladies and gentlemen! Here with me is a perhaps a bit of a nervous individual for the moment: The Macho Man R-D-K!

The crowd cheers in excitement at the mention of The People's Champion.

Kevin: This crowd loves ya here Macho! Moments from now you are gonna be stepping in the ring with "The Vision of Greatness" Rattlesnake, and we've seen what has transpired in previous 06' matches for the title between the two of you, but WHAT-ABOUT-TONIGHT!?? RDK?!

Macho: I've said it all along BRUDAH! WHAT IT IS....IS WHAT IT IS! YEAAH! AND TONIGHT, IN JUST A FEW SECONDS- IF YOU CAN WAIT BECAUSE I CAN'T....

Kevin: Are you excited?

Macho: I'm always excited! It's my personality to be excited! It's part of my Macho Charm! And the "Vision of Greatness" Rattlesnake is gonna find out that THE MACHO MAYUN is.... the Vision of Greatness! I'M GONNA GET YA BRUDAH! THE MAIN EVENT, THE IRON MAN MATCH...HAPPENS JUST A FEW MINUTES OUTSIDE IN THAT RING TONIGHT!

The crowd goes ballistic in cheers at the Macho Man's sheer charisma and energy. Chants of "RDK, RDK, RDK!" begin to erupt throughout the arena.

Kevin: RDK...I have certainly got to point out that...you are 1-1 in this series of matches...what will happen if one of you is to break the tie? Is this the end?

Macho: Nothing means nothing, brudah!

Kevin: Nothing means noth-?

Macho: ---NOTHING MEANS NOTHING! Yeaaaah! Macho vs. Snake...it's gonna tear down this VERY arena brud! Why don't you just sit back, and enjoy the match?

Kevin: ...But I--

Macho: NO BUTS, BRUDAH! Twiddly twiddly yo' ass to the front row, and GRAB A FRONT ROW SEAT...AS THE MACHO MAN LAYS THE SMACKETH DOWN ON MIZTAH MAGOO! OoOoOoH YEAAAAH!

RDK machos up before leaving the camera view, leaving an astonished Kevin Anderson in silence...

Fade Out.