Monday Night Warfare 16th February 2009

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Segment: Get out of my property!
Credit: Josh Robertson, Dan White

We cut backstage to see Josh Robertson approach the outside of his locker room. He drops his sports bag onto the floor and then reaches out to twist door handle to open it, however much to the bemusement of Robertson the door doesn't open. He tries to twist the door handle again, before proceeding to rapidly twist it both ways in frustration. Nope not going to budge. Robertson frowns and lets out a sigh, unfortunately Robertson however a locked locker room isn't all he has to contend with. As he examines the door and leaves the immediate area surrounded in silence it now allows the sound of voices to make their way from inside of the locker room to the outside, and right into Robertson's hearing range.

Ivor Biggin: Looks like we got company Dan, haha.

Pat McGroin: Finally, I was about to drop off!

Dan White: Boys, pass me a beer. It's time to sit back and watch this prick combust into thin air!

Ivor Biggin: Isn't it more fun to boot him up the arse first though, Dan?

Dan White: Usually I'd agree, but he isn't even worth me lifting my boot.

White lets out a laugh as Robertson immediately flips and his eye begins to twitch. With his face reddening he begins banging on the door and shouting at his repulsive guests.

Josh Robertson: DAN YOU AND YOUR THUGS BETTER GET YOUR PIECE OF SCUM ASSES OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM NOW!

Dan White: It seems Robertson wants his locker room back, boys - should we give it him?

Pat McGroin: Nah.

Ivor Biggin: Nope.

Dan White: Sorry mate, the majority says no. Hard luck, eh?

There's a pause as the camera switches inside to show White grinning ear to ear before returning to Robertson who seems to be close to losing it completely. And wouldn't? The man has had his locker room stolen by thugs! Thugs, damn it!

Josh Robertson: YOU MAY THINK YOU'RE FUNNY WHITE, BUT UNLIKE YOU I HAVE A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH TO PREPARE FOR! DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR AND GET THE HELL OUT BEFORE I DECIDE TO START LAW PROCEEDINGS AGAINST YOU FOR ATTEMPTING TO MURDER ME LAST THURSDAY!

Dan White: I'm sorry mate, don't have a clue what you're on about. Do either of you two?

Pat McGroin: Nah.

Ivor Biggin: Nope.

Dan White: Again, it seems like it's a no. You sure you have the right locker room, Robertson?

Josh Robertson: AGH!

At this point Robertson's eye is twitching rapidly while Dan and his buddies are in hysterics.

Josh Robertson: YOU KNOW WHAT? SCREW IT! I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN PLAY CHILDISH GAMES WITH AN IMBECILE LIKE YOU, DAN! SEE, UNLIKE YOU, WHILE YOU REMAIN A NOBODY I'M A CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER! So, have it, I don't care - I have bigger fish to fry!

Despite what he says, Robertson gives the door of the locker room one last kick in frustration before walking off and heading in the direction of the promo area. The camera switches back to Dan and his cronies.

Ivor Biggin: I didn't see any explosions, boss.

Pat McGroin: Yea, and you said he'd rant longer!

Dan White: Who cares? We still pissed him off, that's all that matters!

All three laugh as they take a swig of a can of beer. The scene fades to black.

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Segment: List-en to me!
Credit: Dave Shadow and Josh Robertson

As we cut backstage, the camera comes to life to show Dave Shadow standing in his ring gear, with the Entertainment Championship Belt over his shoulder. He holds it there with a great sense of pride on his face. The background is simple; a plain black sheet hanging behind him, nothing to take focus off the message he has.

Dave: Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, ACW witnesses a major first match between two superstars who I know and you know are destined to be the future of this amazing company. Tonight, for the first time ever, Dave Shadow goes one on one against a man whom he has a great level of respect for, Josh Robertson. Now, don’t get me wrong. Just because I respect him doesn’t mean I particularly like him as a person. I don’t. He’s somewhat of a jackass. But still, the guy has some impressive skills and you’ve got to respect someone with the capability that he has. But see, there’s something else as well. There’s another first.

Tonight is my first championship defence since I won the Entertainment Title and that means that tonight more than ever; I’ve got something to prove. I’ve got to prove that not only did I deserve to win the match back at Ragnorak, but also that I deserve to continue to hold this championship. And continue to hold this title I shall. Cause as much as I respect Robertson, I damn sure plan on beating him here tonight. Sure, he’s good looking, has amazing skills, has a terrifying finisher, is good looking, is well spoken....did I mention good looking? But I’ve got all that as well. Don’t I?

But there is ONE thing that he has that worries me. And that. Is...THE LIST!

Some creepy music plays as lighting flashes and thunder crashes. Dave coughs after the special effects...

Dave: Yes, the list....

The creepy music hits again, as does the special effects. This time though, Dave wasn't expecting it.

Dave: .....

Silence for a few moments.

Dave: The list....

The music and special effects hit again, as Dave looks to get really pissed.

Dave: OK! STOP! No more. The List....

Dave pauses and looks round, as if expecting the special effects to hit again. Nothing happens, and Dave smiles again.

Dave: The list is mighty and powerful, but he is not the only one with a list of superstars that he plans on beating! I too have a list!

Dave lifts his arms, trying to signal the special effects again to compliment his own list. Nothing happens. Dave drops his head and sighs loudly. He reaches in to his coat pocket and pulls a sheet of paper out, opening it up.

Dave: I too have a list, and when you hear the names on it, you shall all cower in fear! Are you unlucky enough to be on the list? Here it is....

• Milk
• Butter
• Eggs

Dave looks up, a bit puzzled. He scratches his head.

Dave: Wait, this is the wrong list. Ok, hang on....

He reaches back in to his coat pocket and pulls out another sheet of paper. He opens it up and continues talking without really reading it over first.

Dave: Ah, here we go. Let’s try this again. THE DREADED LIST!

• Angelina Jolie
• Jessica alba
• Keira Knightly

Dave clutches the list to his chest, as his cheeks go a deep shade of red. He starts laughing nervously.

Dave: Jesus, that’s not the right list either. God, what a klutz I am....

Dave throws the two sheets of paper over his shoulder as he starts padding down his coat, looking for his real list. His fun is soon interrupted though, as the camera pans to the right, revealing that Dave has been joined by somebody.

Standing there is Dave's opponent for his first title defense, Josh Robertson. Robertson looks enraged, and after already being near breaking point thanks to having his locker room stolen by Dan White, one would have to assume that Dave would be best not saying anything that might offend him.

Josh Robertson: You think you're funny, Dave? Huh? Are you having fun standing there trying to mock a true wrestler?!

Dave looks shifty as Robertson takes a step towards him as his left eye starts to twitch slightly.

Dave: Well uh, Josh--

Josh Robertson: How about you stop talking for once, Dave. You see, all you EVER do is talk talk talk! You may be champion for now but that doesn't mean you deserve to be. Let's face it you barely beat Chris Williams to become the champion! Chris Williams! If I recall it took you what, 2 months to beat Chris? It took me 1 attempt! 1 attempt, Chris, 1 attempt!

Robertson pauses as he gets more worked up and angrier by the word. Dave stays calm and waits his turn to talk.

Dave: If you recall I think you'll find I mentioned that you had good skills...

Josh Robertson: Oh, thanks for reminding me Dave! I almost forgot how much of a fake you are! You suck up so people won't question your talk or see through it and see your lack of wrestling ability! Dave, you may be able to talk a good game, but behind all your "funny comments" there's nothing but a weak wrestling base. I don't know whether you got the memo, Dave, but this game is wrestling - and your weak base isn't going to cut it there.

Robertson clearly has a lot of steam to blow off and Dave continues to stay calm and collective as Robertson stares him in the face.

Dave: Are you quite done yet, Josh?

Josh Robertson: ...what are you on about?!

Dave: You're clearly worked up about Dan White, Josh, I get that, but you can't just come and interrupt me and be a jackass for no reason you know?

Josh Robertson: Oh, I can't? Last time I checked saving the industry was a reason.

Robertson doesn't look to be in the mood for any reasoning tonight as Dave lets out a sigh.

Dave: Look dude, I love this industry as much as you do. Sure, I may have a different style to you, but that doesn't change the fact that I would do anything and everything for it and the fans who follow it!

Josh Robertson: Sure you would. Say what you want Dave, your actions in the ring speak otherwise! You may try to play off this image that you try to please all, but deep down I know you have other motives.

Dave appears to be growing tired of Robertson's drivel.

Dave: Despite what you say Josh, tonight we have a real opportunity to show what we both have in the tank. It's a big chance for both of us to shine, and show the world what "real wrestling" is. That is what you're all about, isn't it? I know that regardless of what you feel towards me, that you want to bring back the golden age of wrestling, and what better way than a 5 star title match?

A big smile grows on Dae's face, as a smirk appears on the face of Robertson. The two seem to have reached an understanding...

Josh Robertson: Oh I intend on giving the world a 5 star title match, Dave, just one of 5 star domination. Make no mistake, this will be your first championship defense - and your LAST. You may look and talk the part, Dave, but there's one big difference between you and I that is going to determine the outcome of the match...I am the part. Dave, this is one situation you can't talk your socks out of. See you in MY ring.

The two men enter into a stare off for several moments before the smirk disappears off the face of Robertson and he breaks away and walks off. The normally chirpy Dave Shadow looks serious for once and adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.

Dave: Sweet.

Dave stares after him as we...

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Segment: Reminisce, Part I (Credit: Lee)

Lee Homicide staggers as he wipes the blood off his mouth, though this effort is in vain as more blood comes flowing out like a flood swelling from the River Thames. His vision is unstable, and he can sense that he is very groggy as he no longer holds his fighting stance. He glances toward his mentor from the corner of his eyes. His gesture is returned with a stern and unforgiving, menacing stare. Lee bites his lip, knowing that he can't give up despite the fact that he knows full well that after five straight fights, this one may be too much for even someone as resilient as himself to overcome.

The name Lee Jay Hood is now very well known amongst the underground fighting world. The mysterious Asian kid would always walk into fights as the underdog and still somehow pick up the victory. It's been said that he was discovered by one of the underground kingpins, who would go on to be his trainer, teaching him how to survive in this death-match type of competition. Of course, he was only using Lee to pay his debt. But what started out as a blind attempt of regaining a balance in his checkbook became a much larger project as he began to depend on Lee very much. Lee was only 16 years of age and was still attending high school then. He, of course, just like any other kid of his age, was very naive and eager to prove himself to be a somebody, and the fighting scene lured him with ease. Not to mention getting a rather ideal paycheck after each fight, even though he didn't know that his so-called mentor took 90% of the big money they received with each fight Lee won.

Lee, not as buff and built up as most of the other fighters, was jeered at first, but his “never die” attitude soon earned him a decent reputation, as well as the nicknames "Broke My Stop Watch" and "God Speed." Known as “Lee Jay Hood,” he would win fights all over the state of New York, especially in Brooklyn. Soon, he would move on from one-on-one fights into insane riot-like fights, where anywhere from five to ten fighters would all be thrown into what they would call "The Pit", and the last man standing would be declared as victor. It was in one of these fights where Lee actually got seriously injured--a couple of fractured ribs--though, true to his reputation, he still walked out the victor. That's when they'd call him the “Hidden Dragon,” a nod to his Chinese heritage. They usually dubbed his strikes “fists of fury” or “the kiss/bite of the dragon.” Due to the success he received with the entire underground ordeal, he dropped out of high school, and at one point seriously considered fighting for the rest of his life.

However, Lee would come to realize how dangerous, reckless and even stupid is the entire underground fighting business is. He knew that it attracted the police even more so than the street gangbangers. A close encounter with the cops was the final bullet through the head, and Lee was considering leaving the scene. When he consulted his “mentor,” he was taken aback by the ruthlessness in his reply. The mentor claimed that he “made” Lee, and as far as he could tell, he could break him too. Lee, frustrated and angered by this treatment, decided to take matters into his own hands and chose to run away, even thinking about moving back with his parents, something he once thought he'd never do. He was cut short on his way, though, and was bought to the pit, for what was intended to be his last time.

His mentor's idea of revenge was to throw him in a full night of fights, back to back. Knowing that everyone would be betting toward Lee's favor due to his history of defying the odds, he would bet against Lee, thus earning himself more cash than ever before. Much to his displeasure, Lee survived five straight fights. The kingpin realized that he may have unleashed something that might not be able to be stopped.

Not intending to give up, the man demanded another fight for Lee. His rights as Lee's official trainer took care of any legal obstructions. He would then set Lee up against one of the most dangerous groups in underground fighting: the seven-man team of Hispanics that called themselves "C.K STREETZ". After five straight fights back to back, going against seven men is something impossible, even for the famed "Hidden Dragon." Lee had no delusions about the true intentions of his disgruntled ex-boss: making sure he left in pieces.

Lee now begins to pace in small circles as he watches how the seven men regroup and compile their formation of a spear-headed circle around him, making sure that he is always preoccupied while others can dog pile him with ease at any time. Lee takes a couple of quick steps forward and feints a quick jab, before jumping high into the air, bending his knee, then thrusting his right leg out, connecting a kick square in one man's jaw. Turning around, Lee sends a knife-like chop into the running opponent's throat and dodges a kick from another CKS member before taking him down with a sick kick to the shin.

This ain’t no Bruce Lee movie, though, and there isn’t always gonna be a happy ending in this harsh, cruel world we live in. Lee turns around and gets a fist planted right between his eyes. Lee falls. Immediately upon impact does he try to regain his footing, despite knowing that he may have a broken nose. However, his opponent would show neither mercy nor compassion, driving a kick right into his sternum. Another comes charging in and delivers a vicious punt right to the side of his head, almost as if he’s trying to deform Lee for life. Lee isn't one that would lie down, roll over and die, so he once again struggles to get to his feet, even though he can't see what's around him properly anymore. Lee barely makes it to one knee before he gets beat down again. This time, it's a full-fledged dog pile now as all seven of them are kicking into the body of Lee, inflicting as much pain as un-humanely possible on the young fighter. After a crazy assault, they step back to have a good look at their handiwork and see Lee still flinching. Still not satisfied, they pick Lee up, each from one limb of the body, and in one sick, wicked, twisted second, throw him high up in the air, ala Spirit Squad. Instead of getting a wrestling mat to land on, though, it's concrete and tar that awaits Lee below, and it does not budge a bit. Lee crashes with a massive ~!~THUD~!~, his arms spread and blood dripping everywhere. His head might have spilt from the front as he lies there. The bloodthirsty audience all applaud for the brutal beating Lee received. Lee remains motionless, a faint look in his eyes, as the man that was his mentor once strokes his chin in glee and satisfaction, thinking that he has put away this nuisance for good...

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“When written in Chinese, the word 'crisis' is composed of two characters - one represents danger, and the other represents opportunity.” - Saul David Alinsky

“The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.” - I Ching

End.

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Match - Dave Shadow vs. Josh Robertson - Entertainment Championship
Credit - encryptic

Philip - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship!

Introducing first... from Louisville, Kentucky and weighing in 245 lbs, Josh Robertson!

The camera panders towards the entrance way as Josh Robertson heads out of the back to the booing of the fans. Robertson keeps his eyes set on the ring as he wears a confident look. When he reaches the ring he steps in between the ropes and poses slightly to the fans before readying himself for the contest ahead...

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Edison - Never in need of the flashy entrances is Josh Robertson.
McNaily - My guess is he's more than prepared for the upcoming title match. The man took out Jake Cheng in Cheng's last match, and must favorably look at this match as a reward.

Robertson continues to prepare and receive the crowd's disgust as the announcer's voice is heard once more... [/i]

Philip - And introducing the ACW Entertainment Champion...

"Into the Darkness" by Disturbed plays loudly over the speakers as Dave Shadow struts out of the back wearing a big smile with his championship around his waste. Multi colored lights flash over the arena as he dances down the ramp, casually passing and slapping the hands of the fans ringside. [/i]

Phillip - From Drogheda, Ireland and weighing in at 184lbs... Dave Shadow!

Edison - Here comes the champion wearing a happy look as he heads to the ring.
McNaily - Jovial and full of fun! Dave Shadow wears the Entertainment Championship past the actual championship!

The crowd dances along with Shadow as he hops onto the ring apron. He steps in between the ropes while Robertson looks on, Shadow still dancing with and having fun. As his music dies down, he removes his jacket and tosses it over the ropes.

The ref gets involved and receives the Entertainment Championship from Shadow before raising it into the air. Shadow dances a bit more as Robertson points to the title while pointing to the fans. The crowd slightly boo him before Shadow tries to shift them on his side. As the fans switch back to cheering, the ref hands the belt to the outside before calling for the bell... [/i]

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*Ding Ding Ding*

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Dave Shadow and Josh Robertson begin to circle the ring, the referee keeping in earshot as they close the gap and quickly tie up!

Shadow looks to push on Robertson... But is tossed to the mat forcefully! Shadow quickly gets to his feet and charges back, once again tossed to the ground!

Edison - Shadow gives up a great deal of weight in this match.
McNaily - Where he lacks with size, he makes up in speed... This should play out interestingly.

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Shadow hops back to his feet as Robertson watches. Shadow looks over before smiling and nodding his head, randomly breaking into dance at the delight of the crowd. Robertson quickly gets angry and charges in, Drop Toe Hold taking him to the floor before he raises to a knee where Dave springs back up... Low Dropkick connecting to Robertson's face!

Shadow gets back to his feet once more as Robertson once again pulls himself to a knee while holding his head. Shadow takes advantage of his position and hits the ropes opposite his opponent... Dropkick knocking Robertson under the bottom rope!

Edison - Robertson hit the outside!
McNaily - Shadow's feeling it...

The crowd gets behind Shadow as he motions towards the outside, Robertson raising to his feet. Shadow once more hits the ropes and dashes quickly over... Suicide Dive taking both men to the ground!

McNaily - Effective, but was it worth it?
Edison - The referee is watching the outside, both men slowly getting up...

1!...

Shadow is back up and panders to the fans as Robertson slowly rises behind him.

2!...

Shadow goes back on the offense and grabs Robertson's head, pulling him back up~European Uppercut connecting to Shadow!

3!...

Shadow is spun backwards as Robertson grabs hold... German Suplex on the outside!

4!...

Robertson realizes where he is and grabs Shadow forcefully, pulling him up to his feet and kicking him in the mid-section! The crowd boos as Josh pulls Shadow towards the bottom rope and tosses him under.

5!...

Shadow is rolled towards the center as Josh climbs onto the apron before stepping in as well, the crowd still booing. Robertson keeps an eye on Shadow before moving in on his position...

Edison - Robertson realizing the dangers of staying on the outside.
McNaily - You can't win the title on the outside, Robertson knows this and now is looking for an early finish!

Josh pulls Shadow to his feet and gains leverage... Scoop Slam planting Shadow before a cover!

One!...

Tw/Kickout!

Robertson pulls Shadow back up before grabbing him again, Snap Suplex connecting!

Shadow remains floored, Robertson dropping down and trying to lock around him. As Robertson gains leverage, he positions for Body Scissors, Shadow trying to fight off his attempt before managing to roll out of the position! The crowd cheers as Shadow quickly gets up and hits the ropes running, Robertson rising as well... Clothesline knocking Shadow clean!

Edison - What a connection!
McNaily - Robertson with a hook of the leg!

One!...

Two!..Kickout!

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Josh gets back up and yanks Shadow up as well. The crowd boos as Robertson looks out at them, he points towards Shadow with a big smile on his face and lifts him up... Shadow with a go behind, dropping to his feet! Knife Edge Chop!

Robertson is reeled backwards, holding his chest in pain before running back over, Clothesline attempt ducked, as Shadow leaps up, Hurricanrana flipping Josh over!

Edison - Hurricanrana connecting!
McNaily - Shadow with a cover!

One!...

T/Kickout! [/i]

Shadow has the fans on his side as he gets back up. Robertson slowly moves onto his back before pushing himself up, Shadow dancing a bit before hitting the ropes... Standing Senton! Josh's faces bounces off of the mat with impact as he rolls back onto his back, Shadow grasping at the ropes and hoping onto the top... Frog Splash connecting!

One!...

Two!...

Th/Kickout! [/i]

Edison - Near fall for Shadow!
McNaily - Shadow's already back up, it seems as if he's gotten a second wind.

The crowd is chanting...

Shadow!

Shadow!

Shadow!

Shadow catches a big smile before clapping his hands. The crowd begins to tag along as he stops and eyes his opponent. Robertson raises up but remains hunched over, Shadow positioning for a finish... Robertson reversing, turning it over, and flipping Shadow with an Arm Drag!

Shadow is viciously taken down as Robertson keeps a grip on the arm, dropping himself down as well and locking in an Arm Bar!

McNaily - This could finish it!
Edison - Not many can break a submission from Josh Robertson!

Shadow squirms in pain as Robertson applies more and more pressure! A few short moments pass and Shadow starts to cling to the mat, grasping at anything he can for hope of escape...

Shadow!

Shadow!

Shadow!

The referee moves into position as Robertson shouts...

Ask Him!

Shadow constantly shakes his head in denial as the ref questions. Robertson continues to tighten, Shadow slowly pulling himself towards to the bottom rope...

Both men slowly move across the ring as Shadow barely makes any progress before stretching out to the bottom rope. Robertson doesn't look pleased by the glimpse of success and with each moment gets an angrier look on his face as he keeps the hold. Everyone looks on as Shadow once again stretches out but misses by a few inches...

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The referee asks again as Shadow continues to shake his head and reach out.

McNaily - We could have a new champion!
Edison - Shadow continues to reach!...

As Shadow remains in position, he continues to inch his way closer... And manages to grab the bottom rope!

The ref looks to begin a five count but Robertson releases on call, an angry look still carried in his eyes as Shadow breaths heavily from the mat...

McNaily - Robertson looks like he wants to end this here.
Edison - He's going after Shadow again and grabbing the legs!

Shadow remains on his stomach as Robertson pulls him again towards the center of the ring. The fans boo him loudly as his flips Shadow over before grabbing at his legs. Robertson seems to be in total control until he take a punch to the top of the head! The referee watches for a closed fists as Shadow continues to retaliate!

Shadow!

Shadow!

Shadow!

Robertson releases his grasp as Shadow gets back up, holding his arm in pain before Robertson stumbles over towards him. Knife Edge Chop from Shadow!

Dave shakes his arm in the air before grabbing hold of Robertson... Irish Whip sending him into the corner!

McNaily - Shadow's got Robertson set up!
Edison - And he's charging in...

A big high knee connects after Dave charges in. Robertson is shaken and stumbles out of the corner where Shadow runs over and hops back to the top rope... Diving Crossbody!

One!...

Two!...

Thre/Kickout!

McNaily - Another close call!
Edison - Hey?! Is that!

Before Shadow can continue the offense, the camera pans towards a figure heading down the entrance way!

Edison - What's Jack Jefferson doing!
McNaily - I don't know, but he's got Shadow's attention!

Shadow eyes up the oncoming interruption as Josh gets back to his feet, another figure quickly making himself noticed as he hops over the barricade and runs into the ring, Jack Jefferson sliding under the as well!

Edison - Dan White's here too!?
McNaily - This doesn't look good!

As Dan and Jack both enter the ring, Josh and Shadow meet them each with punch after punch! The referee looks on before calling for a clear decision, Dan and Jack getting offense over, making the choice obvious as he calls for the bell!

Philip - Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been declared a Double Disqualification!

The crowd boo loudly at the result as Dan and Jack continue to assault Shadow and Robertson, with the others fairing a few shots every now and then. As the brawl continues, the show cuts away, security running out of the back to break up the fight as a commercial cuts in...

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Segment: An Uneventful Delivery

Sunday February 15, 2009
5:26 PM

As the room has filled up with doctors and nurses, XS3 has never left the side of his wife Christine. This is some of the most excruciating pain, if not the most, she has ever been through in her entire life but she knows that she must persist to bring her and XS3's baby into the world. Christine takes some more deep breaths before going for another push.

XS3: Come on… You can do it, babe…

Before she can deliver another push, a voice on the speaker calls out and catches everyone's attention:

P.A. System: Excuse me, could we have Dr. Kermit, Dr. Steele and Dr. Kanyon to the delivery room for an extra dose of OoOoOoOoOoOoOH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?

XS3: …no way…

Christine: MAAAAAATTTTTTT…!!!

As she calls out to her husband, Christine also pushes at the same time. Sure enough, heads begin jerking towards the door that was just kicked down. Sure enough, Macho Man RDK, Jake Steele and Kermit the Frog are seen in the doorway, garbed in medical clothing and ready to deliver a miracle.

RDK: OoOoOoOoOoOoOH YEAAAAAAAAAAH! DOCTAH MACH IS HERE TO HELP YOU OUT!

Kermit: I am skilled in the art of midwifery! I took a course for five years when I wasn't busy with banjo lessons! I shall gladly help you, Matt and Christine!

XS3 looks over at Steele with an eyebrow raised. Steele simply smiles.

Steele - Aye man, it's da least I could do after you saved my ass at Ragnarok, pimp.[/color]

XS3 smiles back and motions for the three to join him.

XS3: Thanks guys. Now come on!

The three hit the scene and join the doctors already present with Christine, who looks on with a scared/confused look on her face. As time persists, RDK, Steele, Kermit and XS3 guide Christine through the hellacious journey to bring life into the world.

Steele - Come on Christine! You can do eet! Push his fuckin' head out![/COLOR]

RDK: Give a big push! Think of it like pushing that fatass Thunder Train away from a buffet!

A small pause overtakes the room.

XS3: …that's a rather nifty comparison.

RDK: What can I say, brud? It sounds hard.

Steele - Trust me, it is.[/COLOR]

Soon after the comparison, RDK points at Christine's uterus with a surprised look.

RDK: THERE'S THE HEAD!

Steele looks over and lets out a small scream, drawing back with disgust.

Steele - AW FUCK NIGGA! LOOK AT IT! IT LOOKS LIKE TRAIN TAKIN' A SHIT![/COLOR]

Kermit: Jacob! Randy! Do not scare the poor woman!

Steele - …my bad.[/color]

As soon as Steele is told his lesson, the sounds of crying can be heard and Christine opens her eyes. At long last, after nine months, the baby is on its way. All that can be seen on her face is a single tear rolling down her cheek. XS3 grins and squeezes his wife's hand firmly.

XS3: Come on babe! We're halfway there!

Just before anything else can happen, RDK pulls out some random microphones and gives one to Steele.

RDK: WHOA-OA! LIVING ON A PRAYER!

Steele - TAKE MY HAND! AND WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR![/COLOR]

Everyone in the room suddenly looks over as an elderly man from the room across from them throws his walker up in the air and throws his arms back.

Geriatric: WHOA-OA! LIVING ON A PR-HEY GETCHER HANDS OFF ME YA PIGS! I ONLY LIVE ONCE DAMMIT!!!

The doctors suddenly restrain the old man and take him back into his room. After a little while longer, the baby has made its exit from the womb and is getting cleaned up and the umbilical cord cut off. XS3 looks over at RDK, then at Steele, then Kermit and finally, Christine.

XS3: Best. Childbirth. Ever…

Christine: …yeah…

Finally, the doctors bring the new baby boy wrapped in cloth over to Christine and place him in her arms. She begins to shed tears of joy and, for the first time in a long time, slowly forms a genuine smile on her face. XS3 kisses her on the lips and holds his wife close to him as Steele wipes a tear from his eye. RDK raises an eyebrow at him and Steele pumps his shoulders up, trying to retain his manliness.

Christine: Matt… We did it… He's finally here… Our own bundle of joy…

RDK, Steele and Kermit head over to the proud new parents and give their congratulations and embraces.

Kermit: Congratulations, you two. You two will make fine parents.

XS3 smirks at Kermit.

XS3: Thanks. I can't believe I'm hearing words of encouragement from a Muppet… But it's still an honor, man.

The five in the room all smile and turn to the baby.

RDK: What are you gonna call him, brudah?

Steele - You should call him Kareem Abdul Muhammed Rasheed Ali Irvine![/COLOR]

Everyone shoots a confused or dirty look to Steele, who slowly slumps down in his seat.

Steele - …no?[/COLOR]

RDK: Call him Brudah Cage Jemima Jabroni Boulevard OoOoOoOoOoOoOH YEAH Irvine!

XS3 sighs and softly chuckles before turning to Kermit, who shrugs his shoulders.

Kermit: …you could call him Kermit if you were feeling really courageous…

Christine softly giggles and XS3 places an arm around his wife, not wanting this moment to end.

XS3: No… While I appreciate your enthusiasm, we had decided on a name a long time ago. And now that he's here…

XS3 looks over at his newfound pride and joy and holds a finger up to him. The baby grabs at the finger and everyone in the room can't help but smile. XS3's eyes begin to well up with joy as he proudly proclaims:

XS3: Corey Scott Irvine… Welcome to the world, little man.

Fade.

(OOC: / credits go to RDK/Steele. Without their involvement, I probably would have made this a sappy segment but I could not resist when the idea was brought up. Guys, thank you for agreeing to do this.)

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Segment: I Can See Clearly Now The Blood Has Dried

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

My eyes are wide open as I lay in the most uncomfortable hospital bed available. This is nothing compared to what those scum are gonna receive when I get my hands on them...

The Grim Goblin; how could that little bastard pass by my mind? All the pieces fit; the green, the size, the axe, it’s all there. He’s the one; he’s gotta be the one who did it.

If my head wasn’t hurting so much, I’d get up and go find that sorry son of a bitch. What the hell happened out there. This is so surreal...was it the Goblin? Ah, it has to be; doesn’t it? God, why is this so hard to put a finger on? Why did he help me tonight? Maybe it’s not him? Fuck this. Just put a bullet through my head now.

I can’t be negative now, I’m come too far. Once my wounds heal and Meltdown comes along, I’ll find him and ask him some questions; possibly with my fists.[/color]

Fade Out.

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Segment: You Heard Him!
Credit: Dave Shadow and Zero

As we cut backstage, we find The ACW World Champion and current Commissioner Jay Zero pacing round in an office, looking slightly tense, perhaps letting tonight’s proceedings get to him a slight bit. He stops his pacing, as the door flies open and Dave Shadow walks in to the room, the Entertainment championship title in his hand. He holds the back of his head and still looks to be hurting from the end of his match earlier. But more important is the look on his face; he looks extremely pissed. His red face is not just from the effort it takes to wrestle....

The two stand looking at one another for a few moments, Dave breathing heavily. Zero raises an eyebrow and folds his arms.

Dave: I'll keep this short. You saw what happened out there?

Commissioner Zero: Yeah... and?[/b]

Dave: You heard what Jack said afterwards?

Commissioner Zero: Yeah, I did. Big deal, now what do you want? [/b]

Dave: Then do me a favour. Book the match for Bloody Valentine’s. Hell, really make my day and throw Spade in as well. I want the two of them in a Triple Threat match.

Commissioner Zero: -- Hmm. For the Entertainment Title, right?[/b]

Dave looks at him and smiles.

Dave: Of course.

Zero shrugs, letting Dave know that he’ll book the match. Dave’s cheeky smile grows in size, and although he’s obviously still in a lot of pain, he looks happy. He turns and leaves the office, throwing his title up over his shoulder as he does so, as we....

[FADE]

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Segment: Reminisce, Part II (Credit: Lee)

Determination. Persistence. Destiny. These are familiar words to the hungry youth of the nation, all eager to prove themselves in some form, but how many of them actually have it in them? How many of them would stand up time and time again after being kicked down, stomped on, left for dead? How many would actually try to build a whole new life after coming off a past that’s filled with hate, bitterness, and crime? Not many have a fuse long enough to keep burning to the end. It's only a rare selected few nowadays that possesses that mind strength, that will power, to get things done their way.

Lee Homicide is one of the selected few that DOES possess that inner strength to get things done.

He have been in near-death situations. He’s lost people he loved. He’s been shot. He’s been stabbed in the back. He’s been in gang wars throughout the state of New York. Name everything a human doesn't want to happen to him, and it'd probably be in the list of things that have happened or have been done by Lee. He by no means grew up in an underprivileged situation or anything, but his choices back when he was less mature and less-experienced changed his life dramatically, more for the worse than for the better. Born to Chinese parents, Lee grew up in neighborhood dominated by drug dealers, pimps, and gangbangers, so it's only natural that he'd grow up being very much like them. Never wanting to take things from the silver spoon, he would have many fallouts with his parents, thus leading to his inevitable life on the streets, ending up competing in underground street fighting regularly. He has come close to death many times, meeting the reaper himself but defying his will, despite the fact that at times--most of the time, actually--he had nothing to lose even if he did just fade away and disappear.

However, he would see things the other way round and try his best to turn himself away from the insane path he already embarked without even knowing it. Instead of taking the coward’s way out, he decided to let go of the past and work towards a new future, to accomplish something that he'd be proud of. After working his ass off trying to revive the life he nearly thrown to the gutters, his future lies in three simple words:

Alpha Championship Wrestling.

Lee realizes that his dream of being an ACW superstar could very well come true. Everything is on the line as a handful of hungry superstars all want their share at the glory, their share of the success. But in the end, only a selected few would be able to make it while the rest would be rejected and sent back to where they came from. Lee knows that the others want to make it just like him, which is why he needs to work even harder than he already has. But the one thing that really draws a line between Lee and the rest is one simple thing. It isn't looks or strength. It may not even be talent, as everybody that can make it to ACW in the first place has to be talented.

It's character.

Lee has character. He takes his past and puts it in positive perspective in such a way that instead of sulking over his mistakes, he can actually look at his life and say he has done something that might help in his quest to stardom. He has planted his roots firmly into the ground and is willing to do anything to ascend to legend status. He will seize the opportunity, no matter what dangers will be in store for him.

It's time to show the world that he isn't just another talker. He’s actually for real. It's his time to step into the limelight and prove himself, to make sure all his hard work would finally pay off.

It's do or die. And in situations like these, Lee has never died.

End.

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Segment: The Mindgames Continue... (Credit: Freeman/Hughes)


Somewhere backstage, Jason Freeman walks with a purpose. Who could the Television Champion be looking for? Well, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that last Thursday, on Meltdown, Freeman ended up Om Nom Bombed through a table as a result of the distraction by Jonny Hughes. While this was an evening up of score, as Freeman distracted Hughes on Monday, and therefore Freeman has no right to be annoyed, that doesn’t necessarily mean that he is going to follow this logical thought process.

Sure enough, Freeman stops after turning a corner, and nods his head, before walking toward Jonny Hughes, who is walking in the opposite direction. When Hughes gets sight of Freeman he rolls his eyes and walks forward, not saying anything, perhaps wanting to avoid another tiresome conversation, but Freeman quite obviously has set out to have a conversation, and that conversation will be had. Hughes attempts to walk past Freeman, but Freeman turns towards him

Freeman: Well, hello Hughes. Funny, I was just looking for you. What do you say we have a little conversation?

Hughes sighs, realizing that this is unavoidable, and stops walking. He does not however, turn to face Freeman, speaking with his back to him.

Hughes: Have you finished picking splinters out of your back yet?

Freeman: Funny. You know just as well as I do that I would have won that match had you not stood up and distracted me.

Hughes: But would you have? It seemed to me you were getting tossed around quite a bit. In fact, I was a little disappointed, because I had come all the way down to the ring just to watch it, and quite frankly, I was expecting better... And as you told me last week, a good competitor doesn’t let himself get distracted. I had just decided that this match wasn’t worth any more of my time, and was on my way to go back to my locker room, which must have given you the impression that I was walking towards you. It’s an easy mistake to make.

The fans as well as Freeman both know that that was not at all what Hughes was doing. Freeman plays along however, letting this intense game between the two of them continue. After all, if he was to lose his cool, then he would have lost the mental battle, and that for him is just as bad as losing the physical one.

Freeman: Ah, my apologies then. I guess I was wrong. I’m VERY sorry for doubting you, but nevertheless you can see why I might be a little bit annoyed.

Hughes: Well, no I don’t. After all, you seemed to think I had no right to be annoyed last week, and so your double standards are confusing me quite a bit.

Freeman: Well, I suppose you’re right. I guess I’m at fault here.

Hughes: Yes, I guess so. Now that we’re even, I assume that this is over, and I won’t have to see you any longer?

Yeah, fat chance. Freeman chuckles, and shakes his head. Hughes didn’t expect much when he made the statement, and he isn’t surprised.

Freeman: Well, it’s obvious that the two of us have some unsettled issues, but that’s fine. Now Hughes, of course you’re correct in saying I have no right to be annoyed, but don’t be surprised if our paths “cross” again on Thursday. That’s all I’m saying. I’ll see you then, I have to get ready. There are some things I’d like to say to the crowd, and I will be addressing them shortly.

Hughes: Oh and by the way, how did your match with RDK go? I didn’t catch it. I know you’ve been talking about how you were certainly going to win, but I---

Freeman: Hmph. I took him to the limit, which is better than you can say. In fact, I can’t exactly think of anything notable you’ve EVER done, while I have defeated the Senator, and---

Hughes: And many other names that you’ve stated countless times, over and over and over again, but I haven't noticed any new names on the list in quite a while.

Freeman: Why don’t you speak to me when you can win ANY match, okay?

And with that Freeman turns, and walks coolly down the hallway. The camera fades in on Hughes face, and there is certainly a bizarre expression there. It seems these games shall continue once again between the two of them, but how far can they go? How far can they take each other before one of them gives in and just snaps? A dangerous line is being tread, that’s for sure.

Fade

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I’m Picking Up Some Interference!
Jack Jefferson


Jack Jefferson is walking backstage, looking extremely pleased with himself. He stops at a vending machine, rifling through his pockets to find some loose change, and purchases a bottle of Sprite which he gulps down with gusto. As he finishes the bottle he wipes his mouth with his right arm and burps quite loudly. He then throws the bottle towards a nearby bin, celebrating to himself as it bounces off the rim and goes in.

After this brief interlude he carries on his way, presumably towards his dressing room to pick up his gear and his car keys before leaving the arena. He is stopped by Charlotte King who is, as usual, wearing an exquisite low-cut dress. She calls after Jefferson who looks like he only sticks around to get a good look at her cleavage.

Charlotte: Jack! Could you spare a few minutes for a couple of questions?!

Jefferson: Sure, I suppose so. What do you wanna ask?

Charlotte: Firstly, why exactly did you interfere in the Dave Shadow/Josh Robertson title match earlier tonight?

Jefferson: I thought that’d be obvious Charlotte, but I guess I’ll have to explain. You see, it’s quite simple...that is my title shot! Last week I defeated Dave Shadow so I’m next in line for a title shot not Josh Robertson!

In fact, while I’m here let me get something off my chest and out in the open. This is a warning to you Dave Shadow! Until I get the title shot I rightfully deserve no-one else will! I will personally guarantee that no Entertainment Title match is completed unless I am one of the participants!

Charlotte: In regards to you getting a title shot. How do you feel about Shadow claiming that you should finish your unfinished business with Jonny Spade before thinking about going after the Entertainment Title?

Jefferson: I feel that Dave Shadow needs to shut his fucking mouth! He’s only coming out with that bullshit because he’s afraid of me – and everybody knows it. It’s a widely known fact that I can deal with Jonny Spade as and when I choose!

In fact...if Dave wants me to deal with my Spade issues so much I’ll make it nice and simple. I’ll beat both of them at the same time!

Charlotte: You want a handicap match?

Jefferson: A handicap match? No, that would be foolish and reckless of me. I want a Triple Threat with the Entertainment Title on the fucking line! That way I can rid myself of both those useless wasters in one fell swoop. Kill two lame ducks with one stone if you will. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do!

Charlotte goes to ask another question but Jefferson is already walking away from her, leaving her with little options to shrug her shoulders and consider the interview over.


Fade to Black.

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Segment: Psychosis is Child's Play (Credit: FSX)

With surroundings of pure darkness, and lacking a proper understanding of ones own train of thought, there is no happy ending. In fact, one may go so far as to say that the only scenario that this is true and consistent too is someone who is preparing to commit suicide, and fire a single bullet into their skull. Ready to effectively end it all, and quite happy to do so. But is that currently the case, as what appeared to be a baron and empty locker room came to view? Perhaps, it's a distinct possibility. After what Fallen has been through in the past few weeks, and the apparent months of suffering that preceded it all, there would truly be no surprise is this was nearing the end of the road for him. He constantly appears to be quite tired, maybe even exhausted on occasion whenever anyone sees him. He's a mess most of the time, falling into states of violent insanity and doing truly horrible things to those around him. He's become a monster, and sitting there in the shadows, hanging his head, one might go so far as to think he's aware.

FSX: The only possible safe thing I can do at this point is remove myself from all forms of society, isn't it? Avoid anyone and everyone that looks toward me, stay away from anyone and everyone after I've taken the pills, conceal myself for many hours during a day...only coming out when I have a match soon, or there is something that needs my pressing attention. That's the only way, right? The only way to do all of this...

Contemplating the options before him, his intent has hardly changed over the past few weeks. Even if it kills him, or mutilates others, he plans on remaining a member of the ACW roster for as long as he possibly can. No intent on quitting, and no plans to make an exit as long as he still held that will to fight...even if he couldn't manage to battle anyone without a drug present in his system. He tried his best to make it sound like he had righteous reasons as well, perhaps just reassuring himself...though he was doing quite the bad job of it.

FSX: But that will just give Evans free reign to continue his little games. Trying so hard to be a sadistic killer, but only doing these cutesy little murders. It's a good bit of fun, but that could potentially get out of hand if I just secure and seclude myself entirely to this locker room, couldn't it? He could end up just going on a killing spree, and there are people I care enough to..you know...not have them die.

Closing his eyes a second as he rubbed to his temples, it appeared that yet another option had become one of not as the process in his head would continue. He couldn't just do as he thought was logical..He had to do what was best for everyone, not just himself. Anyone that may be harmed in the process had to be thought off, he just had to realize it...He couldn't be the cause of anymore death. It just wasn't right.

FSX: But still, I might end up being the one to kill them if this all keeps up. They keep trying to tell me to stop, but I just can't manage to do it..I don't have the will power to do all of this on my own, and I know she knows that. She's just pretending not to care because I said all of those hurtful things, but she knows that isn't my fault. Doesn't she...?

Noticing a theme was developing in his own words as he continued to try his best to connect and understand the process that presented itself to him, it all directed to a single person. It wasn't that others hadn't voiced their own individual concern, but the lack of such recently from a certain individual was all that persisted in his mind. By the look of his face, it seemed to wrench at his heart as well.

FSX: She...why do I keep saying she? This is becoming more then I wanted it to be, isn't it? I mean, it's not my fault if Andy hates me now or not. She dumped me in the first place, she should be the one blamed for this trip into insanity..right? Right?!

Slamming his fist to the ground and leaning back in his chair, he would stare to the ceiling and do his best to en-shadow his face, a notable stifle heard as he tried to contain his emotions. He was being wrecked and torn by so many angles...was anything going right for Fallen of late? Signs point to no.

FSX: Of course she shouldn't. She was just trying to help, but she couldn't get through to me before I hurt her...how much did I hurt her? Wait, what happened...before? Something happened. What did I do?!

Suddenly leaning over in his seat as the only stray light in this room would catch his face, he appeared in shock as he raced over his thoughts. Something horrible, dastardly has entered his mind. He had done something of little cunning and honor, and whatever it was appeared dispicable...he had truly hurt someone, but who?! Who!?

FSX: ...Wait...that was only Joytoy...That's a relief. I was worried for a second that I did something I'd regret, not something her father had probably already did to her...Does that make me a bad person? To say something like that, to feel relief instead of guilt? Kiss won't be very happy about all of this, no doubt...

A small smile coming to his face as he let out a sigh of relief, he was quick to harden his face and look away from the direction of the camera. That was far too insane a thought that just crossed his mind...it couldn't be one of logic. That couldn't possibly be the case!!...But it was the only conclusion he could come too.

FSX: I don't love her, do I..?

Disembodied Voice: You might. Anything is possible, but it's doubtful you'll let yourself believe something like that at the moment. Your too intent on throwing your life away to give something like that a chance.

Twisting his head quickly as another entity seemed to enter the room, he would look around it quite quickly. It was reasonably obvious that he was no longer alone here, and a chill ran through his body as he did his best to locate just where the voice was coming from. The only problem was it appeared to come from all directions...

FSX: Who said that...? Where are you?!

Disembodied Voice: Just look to the bag in front of you. I am inside of it, and I've been waiting for this moment.

Hesitating for a moment, he had forgotten all about the bag that sat in front of him. In fact, for a moment he believed it to be the presence of the bag he previously exposed of, containing the skin of his previously murdered parents. The thought made him a moment squeamish, not for it's gruesome nature...but more for the thought of talking skin haunting him. Slowly opening up the bag to see just what was inside, Fallen appeared quite startled to reveal it as one of the Tag Titles...it had been awhile.

FSX: ...Your the tag title? I see, I understand now. I haven't been paying enough attention to the titles because I've been too busy drifting in and out of insanity, and Kiss has been too busy drifting in and out of consciousness. That makes perfect sense! I'm sorry, talking title! I didn't mean to let you down..but don't you worry! I haven't given up on you! I can overcome all of this crap to make sure your as important as you deserve to be again..I just need some time, you know? Probably would help if Kiss wasn't half dead too...

Disembodied Voice: What? No! Below the title you idiot!

Looking almost momentarily disappointed as he realized he wasn't having a conversation with a title that brought back recent, pleasant memories, he would quickly make his way back into the bag once again. If it wasn't the title, then what could it possibly be?

FSX: Hmm? Well...still, assuming I don't die in the process, I'll do everything I can to be one hell of a champion! Now then, who the hell are you..?

As he moved the title away, his expression would turn from one of fear to shock, staring in simple disbelief as the figure in the bag before him was one that made absolutely no sense. Of any spirit to haunt him, this was the one that he would of least expected, and perhaps because of this he took no note to the lights in the room suddenly being turned on, and the ominous shadow behind him. In the bag was a bunny, highly resembling an acclaimed one from the past. Thus the shadow..? It couldn't be.

FSX: ...Mr. Floppy? That can't be right...

Spencer: Your right, he just provides a good distraction.

Unable to turn and react timely enough, a stiff club would be swung to the back of Fallen's head, rendering him quickly unconscious. It appears that Yoko Satoshi hasn't yet come for her frightening revenge, though Fallen suffered good consequence regardless. Spencer Maron hadn't forgotten about him, and appeared rather irritated at having to come and retrieve the Korean Veteran himself. Ah well..it would soon all be worth it, or so he imagined. But what would come of all this now? Soon enough, we're likely to know. But for now...everything returns to darkness.

Fade to black.

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MATCH 3
“THE PSYCHO BUTCHER” Danny Mainer VS “THE SENATOR” Steve Phillips

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SINGLES MATCH
20 MINUTES[/B][/center]

This was it, a battle of the ages. The old generation verses the new, a true challenge of incredible ring experience verses the cockiness and the youth of the new breed. Danny Mainer VS Steve Phillips was set to be a classic and as they both made their respective entrances, the crowd was electrified by the showdown and as the bell rang they both prepared to make their standard advances on each other with a stern, watchful referee keeping an eye on both men. However, Danny put out his arm to signal Senator to halt and he suddenly glowed a red glow, the energy started to burst out from Danny and soon there was a flash second power cut which plunged the arena into darkness. The lights returned and Danny was squatted down staring Senator dead in the face, his eyes filled with the flames. For you see this wasn’t Danny Mainer VS Senator Steve Phillips anymore… this was The Senator VS Electric Head and he couldn’t be anymore happy about it as was shown by Danny’s tongue hanging out of a gawping smile with big wide eyes and saliva dribbling down his tongue.

DINGDINGDING.

MATCH

Still squatting, Senator was caught a little off guard as most matches begin with your very bog standard test of strength or collar and elbow tie ups followed by some mild chain wrestling and then someone takes advantage and kills the other person for a bit but this time it wasn’t like that. Electric Head just sat there watching, grinning, tongue hanging out. Whenever Senator feigns a lunge inwards Head hops up and back down again into squatting. Finally they both agree on a chain wrestling encounter which doesn’t go as planned for the demon-posessed Mainer who after trying his best to out-wrestle the Sen-Stable leader ended up DDT’d into the mat for only a one-count.

Electric Head and Senator got up but when Senator tried to lunge for another C&E tie-up Danny in a child-minded way just cart wheeled out of the way, then he vicious sprinted forward and hit a lunging dropkick sending Senator bouncing into the ropes. On the rebound, Senator decimated EH with a Washington Lariat though so all was at peace. Electric wasn’t amused though and jumped on his back for a Piggy-Back Sleeperhold which cut off Senator’s oxygen and dropped him to a knee. Danny then jumped off the Phillips train and carried him onto The Butchers Hook and applied some major pressure.

With little to no warning, Senator began a series of Boxing Body Blows which Electric Head seemed unable to block or counter and just took them until he was pushed to the ropes. Phillips continued to beat away at Electric Head until he returned with a wicked headbutt straight to the face nearly shattering his nose. Senator stumbled back and turned away as Danny vaulted over the top rope and onto the apron before springboarding to the top of the lope and landing a Front Flip Axe Kick straight to the back of the head of Senator. A 2-count was all that was scraped from the experience.

The match got more serious as a Meat Cleaver was sent straight to Senator’s neck with all its demon power. Senator ducked though and attempted a Filibuster, this in turn was countered into The Dark Orchid Demolisher with the violent, wicked knees being driven straight into Senator’s stomach. With each wounding blow Electric Head is invigorated with renewed energy while Senator is drained of his. Danny delivers a seventh knee and steps back as Senator stumbles away seriously weakened from the brutality which is when Danny turns around, touches the ground and delivers an earth-shattering superkick to Senator. Danny hooks both legs and gets a narrow 2-count, the crowd cheering at Senator’s resilience.

MATCH END

Danny decides he wants to finish this one up and so heads for the turnbuckle stalking Senator as he casually climbs up on the apron. Senator slowly drags himself to his feet while Mainer goes airbourne with an evil Missile Dropkick but Senator darts out the way and waits for Mainer to get to his feet where he then decks Electric Head with a kick to the stomach and hits The Polarizer. Electric Head is covered but he kicks out. Senator attempts a straight Boxing haymaker to the jaw but Danny catches the wrist and delivers the Tickets to Paradise double elbow slash. Senator develops sealegs from the attack when Danny hits a quick eye poke and PSYCHO HOLIDAY! 3-count later and Senator was put to rest by Electric Head.

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”X”
Credit: Danny Mainer

Sweating and panting and heaving heavily from the match he just had with Senator Steve Phillips Danny stares steaming with heat into the camera as his regular self and not the demon possessed Electric Head. His ecstatic smile shows that he has some brilliant news to transfer to the ears of the ACW audience and he does that with a smooth and swift traditional wrestling promo.

Danny Mainer: ”Hey guys and gals. See, it wasn’t until I pinned Senator until something ticked inside of my head and I realized something so incredible about that specific victory that I couldn’t help but immediately brag about it to the world. I don’t care if my hair is a mess or if I just look like I’ve been held hostage by midgets working for the IRA. When I beat Steve Phillips I didn’t just spit in the face of the Senatorial Stable of which I’ve beaten SIX other members I also beat a former world champion. With that knowledge in hand, I count that as my TENTH world champion. That’s right, in these past 3 years that I’ve been in this ring I’ve decimated and dominated champions from every single company I’ve been in and do you know what the surprising thing is? I’ve never been given a title shot. Yeah that’s right, I’ve NEVER been given the opportunity to take the top crown. Does that not surprise you?”

Danny smirks as he uses his fingers for quick mental calculations as he tries to tot up some sort of mathematic formula for his next point.

Danny Mainer: ”Now, if I were to defend a world title TWICE every month against those very men that I’ve beaten in the past and present when they would’ve won their titles which I would’ve easily by the way. That’d mean that I’d have had a hmm… five month title reign by now? Five months with Danny Mainer as the crown jewel of the industry? Can you imagine the sheer bliss of watching me come out every night with that title belt around my waist as I continue to decimate people day after day after day bringing PRESTIGE to the title I’d be carrying around my waist? Could you imagine how much the ratings would soar if I were to take Jay Zero’s ugly, effeminate face and shove it up his ass leaving me to take his title? Of course the odds of getting Zero’s head up his as in the first place is next to none because it’d be impossible to fit with the over inflation it’s had over the years!”

Danny pauses and laughs with the audience as he rips into the champion, the first time he’s had any actual fan support since his return surprisingly enough. He wipes a lock of hair out of his eyes and continues.

Danny Mainer: ”If I’m being honest though Jay Zero is not a target for me right now. Hell he’s nowhere even NEAR my radar right now because I actually support what Zero is doing. Jay may not be Dr. Feelgood but he knows how to get what he wants and I have to respect that TENACIOUS attitude of his. My message for Zero is before he tries taking any action against me is that so long as I’m still working he won’t EVER have to worry about people coming to bite him on the ass because I’ll sure as hell stop them.”

Danny smiles cheesily at the camera as he seems a little recovered from his exhausting match with the Senator, he finally gets onto the last point of his rant. He ignores the deliberate heel heat.

Danny Mainer: ”Lastly, I guess I have a great big thank you to give out to the man himself Aiden Joseph. The man may have ruined my life but he taught me it doesn’t matter how you get to the top, Hell if you step on a few fingers on your climb the more power to you. What he didn’t realize though is how much of a threat I am now that he’s actually taught me that. Now that I’m only looking out for numero one I’m able to utilize my full potential and that is why I’ve racked up more wins in a row in my past few months here then in my entire career with the majority portion of my victories over ex-world champions having occurred since my return. Senator, Hunter and the man himself have both seen what I can do and Hell, this may be my tenth, the X of my victories but it’s only a matter of time before that one X becomes multiplied to triple X and the number becomes not a who’s who of ex-champions but a who’s who of people who’ve tried and FAILED to take that title off of me. Gold ain’t my intention yet but when the gold rush is on you’ll sure as Hell know about it. Enjoy your psycho holidays, Butcher out.”

Danny storms off camera leaving the camera mesmerized by his words as the screen draws to black.

FADE