Thursday Night Meltdown March 12th, 2009

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: A Warning (Credit: Train)

We open inside of the RSX3 locker room. Thunder Train is inside lacing up his boots. A knock on the door is heard and Train yells for the person to come in. In walks Kevin Anderson with a camera man of his own. The two camera men look at each other and a paradox forms so the world blows up. Just kidding, you are still alive.

Kevin: Can I have a moment of your time Train?

Thunder Train: Didn't I eat you before? How are you still alive?

Kevin: I don't remember that...

Thunder Train: Oh well...it was someone that looked like you. Anyway, what do you want?

Kevin: I just had some questions for you about Hollywood Mach

Thunder Train: Alright, ask away.

Kevin: Just where did you take Hollywood Mach last Monday?

Thunder Train: Where did I take him? Oh, I took him for a ride. We traveled along the ACW Island mainstreet. I took him around to see the nightlife. Then...oh then...

Kevin: WHAT WHAT!

Thunder Train: I took him very close to the shore then I backed the limo into the water. Not a lot, just enough for him to get worried about it. Water starting flowing through the backseat and oh man...his screams...just like a little girl.

Kevin: What happened next?

Thunder Train: He was pleading for his life then I told him I would let him go. I pulled the limo back up to land and I told him to never embarrass me again.

Kevin: That...is very weird. How do you feel about your cage match coming up?

Thunder Train: I feel that Mach won't be able to walk after I done with him tonight. This match should just be for the title since he will have to vanquish it due to injury. But seriously, I feel 100% confident that I can beat him. And thankfully it is a cage match, now his little bitches can't get involved. However, if they do, I have a few friends of my own that will be there to take care of them.

Kevin: You've heard about Mach's premier for tomorrow right? For his new movie, Chase to Warlock Cove.

Thunder Train: Actually, I didn't. But that gives me an idea! Thanks Kevin!

Train gets up and pats Kevin on the back. He exits the locker room to go out for his match. Kevin feels as if he has done a job well done...then he realizes what he just said to Train and runs after him, hoping to get whatever idea he has out of his head.

Fade out.

[Jonny Spade]

"The Call of the Mask" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Despite what happened in the ring earlier that night, the green mask resides next to Rattlesnake. He glances at it. It's almost like it's following him no matter where he goes.

As he looks at it, he notices something on the mask. He didn't see it before, but it has something etched onto it.

Rattlesnake: "K."

This mystery is starting to become more trouble for Rattlesnake than it seems. Before Rattlesnake can really ponder the meaning, his cell phone rings. He grabs it and answers the call.

Rattlesnake: Hello?

??: I saw what happened to you.

Rattlesnake: Well, well, well. If it isn't D-Structa.

D-Structa: You sound thrilled to hear from me.

Rattlesnake: Should I be? After all the shit I've been through over the past week, I don't know if I should be surprised or not.

D-Structa: Relax Snake. I'm just calling you as a neutral party.

Rattlesnake: Neutral party? You sided with that freak years ago and now he's haunting me from the grave!

D-Structa: Now now. He's not a freak. Not anymore at least.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, because he's dead. Worm food. Six feet under. Pushing up daisies.

D-Structa: Yes, he is dead sadly. He had such potential. You did. But now you're just another normal person.

Rattlesnake: Normal person?

D-Structa: Yes. The fire you had back in our day, the tenacity, the thrive...it's not there anymore. You're hollow...empty. You constantly retire and come back. It's almost like you crave for something big and you can't even make up your mind when big things come your way.

Rattlesnake: I still have that.

D-Structa: It's been practically seven years. You're not the same as you were then. I mean, come on. If you think about it, I made you.

Rattlesnake: You didn't make me! I made me. I was the one that was favorable with the fans. When I took the VWF Championship from you, my world opened up.

D-Structa: You can think that all you want. Delude yourself. Be my guest as far as that goes.

Rattlesnake: So this is why you called me? To be a complete asshole while all this goes on.

D-Structa: No, I was instructed to call you at this time.

Rattlesnake: Instructed?

D-Structa: I received a letter with an "R" on the front. It told me to call you right now.

Rattlesnake: Great. Now letters are involving me in some form.

D-Structa: That's not all though.

Rattlesnake acts surprised.

Rattlesnake: There's more?

Rattlesnake's eyes shift from the left to the right and back to the left again.

D-Structa: Yeah. It says that he'll be there tonight to see you.

Rattlesnake's eyes widen at the news.

Rattlesnake: You mean he'll be here?

His fake surprise act turns to a legitimate surprise.

D-Structa: Yeah. It's even signed.

Rattlesnake: Signed? Who signed it?

D-Structa: Well, it was T-

The audio cuts out as Rattlesnake hears the name. The phone drops and breaks on the floor. His face shows how full of fear he truly is.

Suddenly the video cuts to static. A green mask appears on the screen and then fades out.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Saved for A.C Evans

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Fed Up, and then Some
(Credit: Senator)

Once again, we re-visit the Washington DC office of Senator Steve Phillips, in which our disgruntled politician is seen pouring over the text of a rather large bill. Before long, however, the Senator throws the bill down on his desk, and picks up the phone, and since you people are special, you get to hear in on the proceedings.

The Senator: Hello, Mr. Kalb, I presume.

Anthony Kalb: Hey, bossman.

Senator: Looking to make a bit of extra money...I never thought I would be calling you for this, but I have an open secretarial post open...

Kalb: Really? I thought you didn't want either Fitsy or I within a hundred miles of...

Senator: Circumstances change. People change.

Kalb: Sounds like you've had a lot of fun with all the Change up there!

Senator: I have half a mind to throttle you!

Kalb: Woah, bossman! What'd I do?

Senator: You know darned well...hmph, well, it has been a long day, and...

Kevin Fitsharris: Sweet, conference call with the Senator!

Kalb: Fitsy, get the hell off the line!

Senator: The way things are going, you might as well keep on, anyway. I need something other than a standard secretary right now. The last one...

Fitsharris: That hot one with the glasses?

Senator: The last one was not up to the task at hand. I need someone who can provide a bit of security as well. Preferably someone who can spot trouble of a certain kind in an instant.

Fitsharris: Uhh, is the President sending his deathsquad after you or something?

Senator: No! One of the few people on this planet posessing fewer brain cells than yourself has been causing quite a bit of trouble for me...

Fitsharris: You talking about Gary?

Senator: No.

Fitsharris: Oooh, can I guess...I know, it's that dude from your state with the Beatles haircut!

Senator: No. And as I was saying...

Fitsharris: Skurai?

Senator: If you do not cease and desist with the infantile banter, I will summon you up here, and hurl you off the roof!

Fitsharris: Woah...sorry, sir.

Senator: As you both can tell, my nerves are frayed, more than usual. I need all the help I can get, and you two, as bumbling as you can be, are loyal as they come, and reliable when called upon, at least in terms of showing up and putting in an honest effort. Can you make it up here by tomorrow? I think I can manage for the rest of this day.

Fitsharris: Of course, and that, my friend, is nothing...

Kalb: Stuff it, Fitsy, and yeah, I'll make it there.

Fitsharris: ...but the truth!

Fade Out

[Jonny Spade]

“Tag, You’re It”
Credit: Thunderkiss

[Like a fish on a hook Thunderkiss has been reeled back into the Chairman’s office. If it wasn’t for his curiosity Thunderkiss wouldn’t have taken the bate but the chance to exposed to Ginger’s latest scheme against him is too irresistible to pass up. What could it be this time? A twenty on one battle royal? A crazy doctor who is willing to inject him with a diseased needle? Spiking his Thundergy with anthrax? Anyone’s guess would be as good as his own. However, what Thunderkiss does know is that judging by the look on Ginger’s face when he walks through his office door, this is going to be more serious than he originally had anticipated.]

Gingerdude: We have a bit of a problem.

Thunderkiss: Don’t we always.

Gingerdude: I’d ask you to sit but, yeah, that.

[Thunderkiss finds the farthest corner and leans into it, arms folded.]

Gingerdude: Let’s cut to the chase. Plain and simple, we are short one tag team belt. It would seem as if your “buddy” has gone AWOL.

Thunderkiss: Being partly responsible for killing your partner’s girlfriend tends to do that to people.

Gingerdude: And I am truly sorry about that, I am. Do you honestly think I want what happened to represent this federation? Evans’actions alone have set this company back years! I may not be able to tolerate you, Thunderkiss, but I wouldn’t wish the Faith on my worst enemy, which, I guess, would be you. Be that as it may, I have to do what’s right for the roster and more importantly, A.C.W. Considering that putting DOUBLE Penetration on any card would be lying at this point, I’d say this situation more than call for my attention.

Thunderkiss: Good, then release FSX and turn your back on him like he has done to the both of us. Let him run. That’s what he always does anyway; he runs from his problems. Things got tough for him and he couldn’t cut it. Plain and simple. You do what you want, Ginger, but don’t punish me for the runner’s bad decisions. I am still a tag team champion and you aren’t going to take MY title away without a fight.

Gingerdude: I didn’t expect less, however, let’s be real here. You desire to defend the titles by yourself? Is that what you are really purposing?

Thunderkiss: Sure, why not. It doesn’t matter to me. Line them up, one, two even three deep at a time. I’ll do my thing just like I always do. Truth be told, it makes things pretty fair in my opinion. When you step into the ring with Thunderkiss, you are already at a massive disadvantage. This handicap evens things out.

Gingerdude: As cocky as always, Thunderkiss. While I’m sure you’d love being a sideshow attraction and that the fans would eat it up for an initial period of time, I think we owe those titles a bit more respect than that. I’ll pass.

Thunderkiss: I don’t see why? Two against one? I’m sure you like those odds.
You get your heart’s desire, me fighting for my life. Who knows, Ginger, I could break a hip. Tear a muscle. Christmas may come early this year for ya, but you’ll never know unless your willing to gamble. So what do ya say, Gingersnap?

[Ginger ponders TK’s speech and reevaluates his initial decision. There is truth in his nemesis’ words. One-on-one there isn’t anyone Thunderkiss can’t take. Two against one? That’s a different story. While he can surely hold his own in these types of situations, sooner or later Thunderkiss’ luck will run out. That will be a very joyous day indeed and the quicker it arrives, the better. A rarity is about to occur; Gingerdude has a change of heart.]

Gingerdude: What can I say? You convinced me. Tonight, you step into the ring with A.C. Evans and Wayde Russeller by your lonesome. Have fun and know if you make it past them, there will be many more to follow.

Thunderkiss: Sounds good to me.

[Pleased with the decision Thunderkiss leaves Gingerdude’s office with a smile on his face for the second time in as many weeks. If he keeps this up they will be back playing golf and attending share holding meetings just like the days of old. Then again ... ]

Gingerdude: Go break a leg!

Thunderkiss: Funny ....

Gingerdude: I try.

[.... maybe not.]

[FADE]

[Jonny Spade]

Title: Replacement
Credit: Evans & Mainer

And with that, we fade backstage to see Danny Mainer, A.C. Evans and Wayde Russller. Evans doesn't seem to be dressed in his wrestling attire, but Wayde is. Danny is wearing his typical street clothes. All three men have met in the depths of the arena that is the Boiler Room. Evans rolls his wrists and begins to speak.

A.C. EVANS: Tonight..Tonight The Faith will reign supreme. In our match against..Double Penetration..we will not fail. We will not relent. We will become champions.[/color]

Wayde nods his head as Mainer simply stares him down. Evans speaks up once again.

A.C. EVANS: However, I will not be in action tonight.[/color]

Wayde: What do you mean, you're not gonna' be in action, boss! It's me an' you! You and I are supposed to win the tag team titles!

A.C. EVANS: I know what it says. I know we're supposed to win the Tag Team titles tonight. I understand this. Change of plans, I suppose. I'd rather see you two team up to face those heathens. [/color]

Both men look a bit shocked and pissed at the same time.

Danny Mainer: ”Oh come on, that’s HORSE COCK. I’m not working with Dr. Incontinent here because the stink of his piss is going to scare away Double Penetration before we even make our entrance. I may be the most phenomenal wrestler on the athlete but there’s one thing I’m not good at and that’s wrestling with a gasmask. Seriously, if you think I’m working with this idiot you can go fuck yourself. What do I honestly have to gain from working with this gigantic turd-sandwich?”

A.C. EVANS: Think of it this way, it's a way to prove to me that the two of you can function with The Faith and each other. Now, I want you two to go out there and end the careers of Thunderkiss and Fallen Souls. These two will never...ever...see the light of day again. Make sure it, gentlemen...[/color]

Evans grins and walks off, leaving Mainer and Wayde to argue as the screen turns to black.

FADE

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Segment: Talkin’ ‘Bout An Expose Theater Part II (Credit: Lee)

Our next stop: Lied Middle School in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Lee and his posse are now outside the middle school that Thunderkiss--or should we say Aiden Joseph--once attended.

Lee: This is the same middle school Thunderkiss went to. Guess it’d be fun lookin’ around the place he spent, what, six years of his life in?

The camera zooms out even a bit further to catch a shot of the school with its main front gate wide open. Lee walks onward without a pause, obviously not worried about what might happen if he isn’t allowed in after all. The security card is being a lazy n00b and doesn’t notice him walking in as Lee easily makes it into the school premises. It’s obvious that all the students are still in class. Well, at least most of them, as Lee could see some young couples skipping class as they walk away while constantly looking behind their backs in paranoia. Lee continues, very unfamiliar with these surroundings, since this is his first time in the building. However, using any normal human being’s common sense, he manages to find the corridor that leads to the offices of the school’s authority figures. He approaches it slowly, trying not to send out wrong ideas.

Lee: Ugh, just lookin’ at these walls and decorations reminds me of my middle school. Damn, I hated books!

However, a certain especially attentive woman catches sight of Lee during his rather unexpected arrival and decide to ask him what is going on. The lady walks up to him with a rather stiff look on her face.

Woman: Excuse me, I’m Madeline McKenzie, the vice principal. What on earth are you trying to do here, exactly? Who are you?

Lee has obviously planned this out beforehand, as is evidenced by his lackadaisical response.

Lee: Oh, I’m sorry for the uninvited visit, but I’m here on behalf of Alpha Championship Wrestling to help get some information about one, Aiden Joseph. I’m sure he was in this school a few years back?

Ms. McKenzie: Hmmmmm, I think so. I shall check the school’s archives. But in the meantime, can you please explain the purpose of all this?

Lee: Well, I’m sure that you know Aiden Joseph, a former student of yours, is now an ACW wrestler? The company wants to make a DVD documentary as a tribute to his dedication to the business, and I was sent here as a member of the ACW crew to get more information about his youth because we are sure that the fans would be interested in hearing the stories of his preteen years. As you can see, I am a wrestler myself, which I think should be proof to ease your suspicions.

The woman, obviously amused by what she is hearing, replies, this time in a far gentler and steady tone.

Ms. McKenzie: Oh, that would be appropriate. Has Aiden agreed to all this, Mr...

Lee: Lee. Thunder Lee. And of course, he has agreed to this. He is just too busy with current ACW affairs. That’s why he couldn’t be here himself.

Ms. McKenzie: Ah, I see. Well, would you please excuse me for a moment? I need to check on his old folders from the school’s archives. I might be able to find a picture of him from back then.

Lee: That would be more than helpful, ma’am.

The woman, still slightly unnerved about the sudden visit from a billion-dollar company. shuffles off to find Thunderkiss’ school record. Lee shakes his head and smirks. That woman is just way to easy to lie to. And silently, Lee knows he is in for a show.

When the woman returns, she has a manila folder in her hands, and it looks thick enough. Apparently TK has got into lots of trouble when he was in school...or did he?

Ms. McKenzie: Here is his folder is the record of all of Aiden’s activities during his time here. This is a picture of him when he was in school.

She flips open the folder, revealing a very young Thunderkiss, shirtless as he seems to be ready to run or something. He looked very troll-like, and certainly doesn’t have the air of self-confidence and intelligence Thunderkiss carries around with him nowadays.

Ms. McKenzie: This was taken the day he had to swim AND run for the track and field team. He was a gifted athlete, young Aiden was. I had the privilege of teaching him before I got promoted. He was always something special, lil’ Aiden.

Lee cannot help but to laugh out loud. Hearing this woman talk like this makes him sick, and the picture keeps making him want to roll on the floor as what he sees in front of him reminds him of a big white blonde troll. This certainly wasn’t how Lee imagined TK to look like as a kid.

Ms. McKenzie: Erm, is there anything wrong?

Lee: Oh, no, it is just a little bit funny to me, to see a very young man like him turn into a competitive athlete like he is today, you know?

Ms. McKenzie: Oh, yes. The sad thing was, though, that Aiden’s talent never made him many friends. I can still remember him getting picked on and bullied every day after school, that poor child.

Lee’s eyes widens as he hears it. Jackpot, baby! He tries hard to keep a straight and casual voice as he speaks again.

Lee: He got bullied? How is that possible?

Ms. McKenzie: It’s a sad story, actually. You see, Aiden, being the talented and gifted young man he was, had a lot of envious peers after him. He was always trying to be so smart, perhaps too smart, and it got him in the bad sides of many other kids. I remember him taking classes in Tae Kwon Do and Eskrima just to defend himself. And now look at him, a wrestler. Who could’ve seen that coming?”

Lee smirks. These are some embarrassing memories all right. He wonders how Teeks will react once he sees these. Haha, priceless.

Lee: That is rather, erm, sad and tragic. I’m sure these traumatic events would haunt Aiden’s memory forever. This is exactly the kind of story we need for this DVD, you know. We’re trying to show how he overcame his personal demons to finally stand up and fight.

Ms. McKenzie: Come to think of it, that’s what he tried to do as well. During an assignment in mass media class, he broadcasted all the names of the football players who were taking illegal performance-enhancing drugs, and though he did get a bad beating for it, I was proud of him for taking such noble risks for the sake of sportsmanship.

Sportsmanship? Thunderkiss? Lee finds it funny that she can put those two words in one sentence. Well, Lee now knows that Teeks is a snitch as well as a coward. Lee is sure going to rant on this when he gets a chance to.

Lee: So, did you and Aiden get along well?

Ms. McKenzie: Oh, yes, of course.

Lee: Someone as creative as you would no doubt be considered a worthy friend by Aiden.

At last, Lee realizes that he might be taking too many chances here, and decides that he has found out all there is to know.

Lee: Anyways, it was nice meeting you. Thanks for everything, but I should be leaving now, so, yeah, bye.

Ms. McKenzie: Oh, it was wonderful meeting you. I hope I get a free copy of the DVD when it comes out!

Lee: Oh, you will. You will...

Lee walks away rather awkwardly until he finally reaches the outside. Lee cracks up as he begins to laugh like Steiner’s retarded half brother. When he finally regains his composure and balance, he begins to speak, motioning for the camera to focus on him.

Lee: Thunderkiss...or should I call you “Aiden”? Heh, I know you’re somewhere out there, listenin’ to every word I say, tryin’ to find some mistakes in my words so you can turn them into lame kiddy jokes and use ‘em against me. It’s all good, Joseph. You see, you and I hate each other. That’s no secret, so I figured it’s better to see how bad we hate each other and how far are we gonna take this lil’ rivalry of ours. It’s like this, TK, we all know you gon’ come at me with sophomoric jokes about me being Asian or hailing from Brooklyn, but, whatever, it’s all cool. By all means, do whatever you want. But then I came to realize, I didn’t know nothin’ about you. I mean, sure, I knew you were a white blonde annoying douchebag, but aside from that, you never really said nuthin bout your history. You were hidin’ somethin’, and after today, I’ve come to understand why.

Lee allows himself a most self-satisfied chuckle.

Lee: You’re not only a snitch and a fuckin’ douchebag, Joseph, but you also one coward that’s ashamed of where you come from. Throwin’ away your real name in place of another because you thought you were too good? The only reason why you are usin’ “Thunderkiss” is because it’s a name that embodies power, confidence, excellence, basically all the things that should never be associated with you. You know that deep down in your heart, you are not good enough to stand in your own spotlight, so you chose one of the most powerful monikers for you to stand behind. But as Herman Melville once said, “It’s better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation,” and you are going against just that. Me on the other hand? I’ve been me, straight up me, original as original can be, and look where it’s got me. I’m riding a wave of success never before seen in ACW. Men lie, women lie, but numbers don’t, Joseph. And numbers are sayin’ that my career will surpass yours tenfold. For once, TK, for once, I am not the underdog, not only because I succeed in so many different ways, but also because you have been slippin’ and fallin’, slowly, as the days go by. You are barely hangin’ onto the cliff, Joseph. I will be there to make sure you fall and fall until you hit rock bottom. My time has indeed come, TK, and there comes a moment where I’ll have to stop revving up the car and shove it into full gear. Playtime’s over, homeboy, cuz I’m comin’, and you can bet I’m comin’ with an aim, a goal, and trust me, revenge is not the only thing that’s in my mind right now.

Doesn’t it amaze you how Lee can cut awesome promos without even trying? Well it should, because he is cutting a classic one right now.

Lee: All I need is one shot to reach the top of the mountain. All I need is my fists to take you down and keep you down for good. You can scream your name over and over again all you want. You can bring your microphone, bring your dog, bring the entire Joseph family, it won’t matter! You, my friend, are in for a beating worse than any of your experiences with the pissants who used to stomp you in middle school. You steppin’ in the ring with the DON. You matching wits with tha DRAGON, bitch. You matching wits with Lee Homicide. And the question is are you ready, TK? Are you ready to once again come up short? To join the long list of men who couldn’t slay the Dragon? Nothin’ you do can stop me, you hear me? Nothin’! You can bring in every single muthafuckin’ game plan you’ve got, and it will not mean anythin’. It’s destiny, TK. It’s my destiny to be a big time player, and it’s yours to forever dwell in the wastelands of the second-best. You’re destined to be a small player in the game, so I say play your part, bitch. It’s only by playin’ your part will you see the big picture: you’re simply not good enough. And that’s exactly what I’ll make you admit. Ya better eat your vitamins. You better do your push-ups, and you better have all your insurance paid up cuz I ain’t gonna hold back for nothin’. You will know fear. You will know pain. You will know my name.

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To be continued.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment spot just in case.

[Jonny Spade]

Match 3: The Faith (Danny Mainer & Wayde Russeller) VS Double Penetration[/U][/B]
Credit: Danny Mainer[/center]

The sound of “Disciple” by Slayer hits the speakers as the megaheel team of Danny Mainer and Wayde Russeller hit the speakers which goes down about as smooth as a man telling his life-long partner that he got herpes from her mother. Danny doesn’t really seem all that bothered about the crowd reaction whereas contrast Wayde growls aggressively at members of the audience chosen at random as they both walk towards the ring to the beat of their aggressive theme. The crowd continue to heckle them as they climb up onto the apron with Russeller climbing obviously through the middle ropes and Mainer doing a single-handed vault right over the top rope gracefully landing with a roll.

Phillip Jones: ”The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the ACW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada and Beersheba Springs, Tennessee! Representing “THE FAITH!” at a combined weight of 421 pounds! They are the challengers, Danny Mainer and WAYDE RUSSELLLEEEEEERRRR!”

Edison: ”You gotta’ say Maxie that the odds definitely favour the challengers tonight! Fallen Souls has not been seen in sometime and well, you gotta’ wonder if he’s even on the island tonight never mind prepared to show up! I mean, even when you’re the size of Thunderkiss this is basically going to be a straight up mugging!”

McNally: ”Well you say that Eddie but the thing is, how well can Danny Mainer and Wayde Russeller work together when in fact they hate each others guts? They have to wake up early to have enough hours in the day to hate each other and honestly I think that’s gonna’ seep through the cracks in this tentative relationship!”

Edison: ”Gold is a magical substance though Max, it’s amazing how 20 pounds of gold can bring the bitterest of enemies into each others corners! If these two can keep their hatred for each other at bay long enough to take out Double Penetration then we may just have new tag team champions!”

And with that, “God of Thunder” by Iced Earth and from the curtain the mammoth-sized Thunderkiss walks out holding his tag team title over his shoulder. The crowd cheer loudly for “Single Penetration” but murmur to themselves at the distinct lack of little man Fallen Souls by his side. Thunderkiss though alone seems perfectly content and capable to come out here and break these little “Goth gnats” into pieces with absolute pleasure. He climbs the apron and climbs through the ropes. He hands the title to the referee and walks back to his corner as the referee throws the strap up in the air for all to see.

Phillip Jones: ”And from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 364 pounds! He is a former WOOOORLD heavyweight champion and one half of the tag team champions! THUNDERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!”

The sheer mention of his name sends sparks flying all around the arena as the Kiss Army make themselves heard. Danny and Wayde are in a heated conversation as to strategy for Thunderkiss while Kiss gives his adoring fans a quick flex before getting down to business.

McNally: ”Like him or not, you have to take off your hat and give that man Thunderkiss a round of applause for having the sheer balls to come out here tonight even in a given situation like this. I mean, he could’ve complained to Gingerdude or done anything else but he’s out here and he’s going to try and best these two men. It’s that kind of attitude that leads me to think he actually can!”

Edison: ”I don’t think he had any choice though Max, it’s no secret that Gingerdude hates TK with a passion and would have relished at the chance to punish the father of his grandson. He would also have gone to absolutely any lengths to make this contest more difficult for him! Sure TK has guts but when you’ve got all that strength and fingers like Arnold’s arms then you have very little to worry about!”

With that, the bell rings and Danny without any consultation just climbs onto the apron leaving Wayde to fend off the monster Thunderkiss. The two advance on each other going toe to toe engaging in the one thing that these two have in common, the ability to just keep punching. A brawl erupts and these two exchange wild fists flinging at each other. The two appear to be at an even with strikes, TK attempts to swing a good clubbing blow to the head but Wayde ducked leaving him wide open for a massive uppercut. TK staggered back slightly seemingly unfazed but his eyes widened when he paid attention to what was going on. As Wayde drew back his right to charge up a Haymaker, he felt an arm grab his to stop him delivering the wicked right hand. Wayde turned around, angry and shocked only to be dropped by his own team mate with a wicked Psycho Holiday sending an earth-shattering knee straight into Wayde’s face.

Edison: ”OH MY GOD! What the Hell just happened?! Mainer just… to Wayde… and!”

McNally: ”What’d I tell ya’? Not even thirty seconds into this match and already we’ve got a case of ‘Teamkilling’. You can’t trust a dirty, underhanded, malicious and downright backstabbing snake like Mainer! It shows how downright vile someone can be when they’ll screw their own partner out of a title! Now look at this!”

Only further proving McNally’s point, Mainer dives out of the ring. Wayde staggers backwards about ready to fall to the mat but as if on cue, Thunderkiss acting as a lever lifts Wayde up onto his shoulders with the Argentine Backbreaker Rack known that he calls Appetite for Destruction destroying his vertebrae and permanently rearrange his anatomy. Wayde is getting snapped like a twig while Mainer makes himself at home on a steel chair outside the ring watching the display as Wayde is left defenceless at the mercy of Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss continues to apply pressure as it begins to look like his back might break completely. Wayde, to his credit shows some resilience by refusing to tap out even as he’s bent into a u-shape around the broad shoulders of TK the length of a battle axe.

McNally: ”Oh my lord! That is absolutely brutal! You can hear every click, every snap and crunch of bone as Thunderkiss shows off the very strength that produced the goods in matches with Jake Cheng, Hunter, BK London, Alicia Laureano and XS3 as he tries to break another human being in half and Mainer is making absolutely no attempt to hide the fact that he’s loving every minute of this!”

Edison: ”We all thought that this was gonna’ be a two on one handicap and now it’s turned into a straight-up singles match! How much longer this can go on I have no idea because especially at his undesirable vantage point, his current apartment if you will in Thunderkiss Towers Wayde is getting broken and battered by one of the biggest, strongest and deadliest men on the roster! The God of Thunder he maybe but it’s taken a godlike miracle to stop The Cowboy from Hell from tapping out yet!”

Just when it seems like that final point is going to occur when the back and spine are totally shattered, TK drops Wayde like a sick of bricks onto the mat leaving him to writhe on the floor in pain. The Cowboy from Hell did not look good coming out of his hot date with The Chiropractor from Hell and the impact of those thirty seconds in that move created by Diablo himself is a clear indicator of that. Thunderkiss grabs Wayde and drags him up only to knock him down with The Box Office Smash and then a Scoop Slam. Concluding on that is The Thunderkiss Elbow Drop where he proudly states that his arm is The Thunder and The Elbow Drop he swiftly delivers is in fact The Kiss. Thunderkiss then grabs Wayde by his head as the cameras scream with delight but not at the actions of Thunderkiss but at the arrival of Fallen Souls who stands at the top of the ramp, his presence completely unnoted by The God of Thunder.

Edison: ”What the-, Fallen Souls is here and he’s just standing there watching and waiting! The crowd are going ballistic for Thunderkiss but more so for the arrival of the best wrestler to step out of Korea! The best part? Thunderkiss is COMPLETELY unaware he’s there, he’s dismantling Wayde piece by-OOF! Piece! What an elbow right to the chest!”

McNally: ”Yup, now TK’s setting him up big-style for the end!”

And that is entirely the case too, whipped off the ropes Wayde comes running back only to get smacked right in the face with a MASSIVE GOODNIGHT KISS! TK leaps forward with The Senton pin and hooks both legs as he stares into the eyes of a referee!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DINGDINGDING!

Phillip Jones: ”Here is your winner and STIIIIILLLL Tag Team Champions! DOUBLE PENETRATION!”

As TK gets up to feel the warm embrace of his golden title, Wayde is left on the mat unconscious vulnerable to the claw-like arms of Mainer grabbing at his hair. With a safe hand full of it, he drags Wayde out of the ring dropping him awkwardly to the mat on the floor. Mainer then undoes his belt and wraps it tightly around the wrist of Wayde using it as a rope to pull the horse that is Wayde up the entrance ramp and out of the building as after causing them to lose the match Mainer seems unfinished with his business. TK celebrates and raises the title in the air still unaware of X’s arrival, but soon enough that wall will be broken down as the crowd continue to cheer as best they can.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Hello! Is it me you’re looking for?
Credit: Dave Shadow and Jonny Spade

As we cut backstage again, Dave Shadow sits in the dressing room. He is still in his wrestling tights, and sits with the Entertainment Championship on his knees. He holds a rag in one hand, and scrubs at the title belt vicariously, trying to take the layer of paint which the Empire put on his title. His tongue sticks out between his teeth, as he tries to wipe all existence of the “Empire Title” out of his head.

As he does so, the door to the dressing room opens; Dave looks up as Jonny Spade walks in, holding an ice pack to the back of the head. The two stare at each other for a few moments, an awkward silence passing between them. Dave looks at the title, slightly embarrassed, as Spade walks over to one of the benches. Dave continues to scrub away at his title belt, as Spade sits down. It is Spade who breaks the silence.

Spade: Did you have any luck?

Dave looks up at him.

Dave: You mean finding someone to help us with the Empire? Afraid not. You?

Spade shakes his head.

Spade: Nah.

The two sigh, as Dave leans back and stares at his title.

A ringing pierces the silence, as Dave and Spade both look in the direction of a bag behind Shadow. Dave reaches inside and pulls out his mobile phone. No number is being sent, and as Dave answers it, he looks at Spade, his eyebrows raised. Spade sits forward, listening intently.


Dave: Hello?

Dave listens but we cannot hear the other end of the conversation. Dave’s eyebrows raise even higher.

Dave: Yeah? Yeah, I understand. Ok.

Dave takes the phone down from his ear. He looks at Spade.

Dave: That....that was our third man. I think.

Spade: Who was that?

Dave: Don’t know, but he sounded angry. He sounded....perfect for the role.

Dave lets an evil little grin spread across his face. He looks at Spade as the two smile to each other, and we...

[FADE]

[Jonny Spade]

“Call on Me”
Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss

[Another victory in the books. While the outcome of this match may now be recorded history, its memory will not be what stands the test of time. That is for what is to follow. His hand held high, Thunderkiss turns to the Alpha Tron to enjoy the highlights of his handy work like the true narcissist that he is. What he doesn’t suspect is the image of FSX looking back at him, who is now standing in between him and the big screen. His surprise slowly but steadily gives way to animosity and a long overdue confrontation is eminent. Thunderkiss’ feet make haste and carry his body to the no longer lost Mr. Souls but it is mouth that makes it their first.]

Thunderkiss *yelling*: So you decided to finally show up, huh? Normally I’d say better late than never, but I’m not so sure that’s exactly true in this situation.

FSX: Just going to bitch then? At least give me the time to explain myself. Don't I deserve that much?

Thunderkiss: NO! I don’t want to hear your excuses. We have a job to do and you aren’t showing up to work. It’s that simple. But don’t worry yourself about that or anything else here in A.C.W.! No! Not when I’m around to fix your mistakes for you!

FSX: ENOUGH! Seriously, shut the hell up. Your calling me out on all of this as if I've done something horribly wrong, and caused you an irreversible pain. Just what the fuck did I do to you? All I did was leave, for a single fucking show. Why? Because I felt the need. I'm not running from shit, so you can think that as you please..but not a trace of it is true. I'm just doing what I WANT to do. What I feel I NEED to do for the good of everyone. But does anyone understand that? No. So here I am today...I'm not saying I haven't made mistakes, either. I know that I have...but there is no difference between my mistakes and yours. What happened when the “great and almighty” Thunderkiss vanished from ACW this past summer to stew in his misery and self loathing? Wow, that's sure a lot different! You sure deserve to judge others based off those options, right? I mean, it's not like I was there for you when you needed me or anything. That I helped you come back, and regain your passion..put your life together...no, I didn't do any of that. Must of just dreamed it all...but hey, if you want to call me out on missing a single fucking show without a word? Feel free...but I wouldn't of even missed that if you were there for me in the first place.

Thunderkiss: .....

FSX: What, no witty comeback? Look, I've been dealing with the pain of life...and it's all too real. There isn't any relief from it, and it's coming from everywhere. So what if I want a break from the madness once in awhile? You got to dip into a coma, I can't take a fucking day or two off? Even now, I don't know if I want to be here. If I should be here..but am I here? Yes. So stop your damned bitching, and understand it's not always about you!

[Inside Thunderkiss’ conscious does battle with itself. FSX’s last words to him were all too true and he’ll be the first to admit it. However, just when he was ready to apologize for his ego-centrism, FSX wronged him a second time. You can say you are sorry all you wish but if no one is around to hear it, it matters not. On the other side of the coin, TK truly has no idea the reasons behind FSX’s vanishing act. They could be very logical if not convincing. After all they have been through, after all FSX has done for him, Thunderkiss decides to give FSX a pardon]

Thunderkiss: Look. I’m sorry, alright.

FSX: ...It's alright. I'm sorry for not saying anything, but you have to understand my reasons and just trust me.

Thunderkiss: Maybe I haven’t handled this situation properly. You and I have been through a lot during the last few weeks. I’m upset and I’m sure you feel the same. Lets just sit down, sort this out and get back to business.

FSX: No matter my state of mind, I'll be here as long as you need me buddy...I hope it all works out.

[Thunderkiss extends his fist and FSX collides it with his own, a gesture that causes the crowd to explode with approval. For the moment the Penetration continues, though for how long is the question on many minds. The wounds between both men have not been totally mended and it will take the best medication for this problem, time, to heal them.]

[FADE]

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Talkin’ ‘Bout An Expose Theater Part III (Credit: Lee)

It’s that time of the day again, when you’ve finish most of your work and cannot do anything else ‘cause the TV is showing stupid soap operas, and the outside is either too hot or humid for your liking. With really nothing to do, you go to your room, where your trusty computer is placed. You sit on the rocky, comfy chair in front of the monitor and wake your computer from hibernating mode. The desktop instantly reappears and flashes your favorite desktop wallpaper with its themes or whatnot all set. You, like many others, happen to be a Firefox user and click on the web browser’s icon, and your homepage, Google.com, falls into place. You go to your bookmarked pages, and a list of your favorite sites is displayed. You click the third one, which happens to be YouTube. You always keep telling yourself it’s pointless to have it as a bookmark, since it is also in your navigation bar. But you are just one lazy whore and can’t be assed to delete it. Anyways, you are now on the YouTube homepage. You ignore the featured videos of the day as well as the gazillion new messages you have from people you don’t know nor will you ever meet. Your attention is focused on your subscription list, as it gives you an update of all the new videos from the people you care most about. You quickly notice that one of those people, Lee Homicide, has a new video out, so you click on it. Lee always puts up interesting videos for wrestling fans, music fans or just random people alike.

The page opens up with the YouTube player being in sight. You look at the video title, which reads “Lyrical Sluaghter (Uncounted Bars Of Death)--Thunderkiss/Aiden Joseph Diss Track.” It automatically gives you the idea that Lee is going to be rapping once again, something he does just as good as any of the real emcees that’s out there. This video already has over 50,000 views, and it’s been up for barely an hour. You scroll down to skim a few comments, all which are positive, as they are all likes of “awesome!”, “straight fire lee, keep doing you” or “TK got murrrrrderrrred.” Without further ado, you click the play button.

The video opens up with Lee sitting in what apparently seems to be a recording studio with those huge DJ-sized headphones wrapped around his head. A couple of other people are somewhere in the background, fixing the machinery or whatever.

Lee: Ay, what’s good, YouTube nation? It’s ya boy, Lee Homicide, aka Tha muthafuckin’ dragon, or whatever dope names you guys can think of. So, as y’all can see, here I am, sitting in the studio, getting ready to do some murder on the mike again, haha. Y’all seen “The Wee Lee Show” highlights, so ya know I’m gon’ give y’all somethin’ that’ll rock ya’ll’s world. I mean, hell, some of my lines gon’ be remembered for centuries to come, since I am tha Truth in the Booth. I always be spittin’ that fire that turn the mike to ashes, ya feel me? So over there, a couple of homies are busy settin’ up the mike, givin’ me some time to do a lil’ intro before I start.

Lee turns around, checking at his friends to see if the microphone is done being set up. Apparently, they are still working on it, and Lee then turns back towards the camera.

Lee: Y’all know Teeks and I got our issues, yeah? But the difference between he and me? When I got beef, I eat it. I take it to yo face. Him? He be cowerin’, tryin’ to sneak his ass into striking distance, but instead of takin’ me down face to face, mano e mano? He decides to suckapunch me! But the muthafucka don’t know I see this kinda shit errrrday, and I ain’t gon’ let his pathetic attempt of an attack take me out. I’m gon’ finish him off personally. Tonight, though, I’ma first kill him with my words.

Lee turns around and receives a thumbs up from one of his technicians.

Lee: Yup, all ready. Time to murda that muthafucka.

Lee stands up and walks over towards the microphone with a few sheets of paper with lyrics scribbled all over. The camera moves closer as well, and we now see Lee standing in front of the microphone with the headphones on.

Lee now motions for whoever it is on the other side sitting in front of the computer to start the recording. Lee begins to nod his head to the beat.

Lee nods as he takes a small breath, allowing you to anticipate that he is about to begin.

Haha, TK’s just a bitch ass muthaaaaafuckaaaa!

West Side, STAND UP!
East Side, STAND UP!
Whole world, STAND UP!

TEEEEEKS!

You’s a snitch ass muthafucka, bitch ass muthafucka, coward ass muthafucka!

TEEEEEEKS!

You pussy ass fake, gettin’ picked on at school,
Damn, didn’t ya know that snitchin’ ain’t cool?
Guess not, or maybe you just too retarded,
And just like this beef, YOU NEVER FINISH WHATCHU STARTED!

TEEEEEEEKS!

You’s a lying coward, and you slowly fallin’ down to the south,
And if you talk shit again, I’ma put a fuckin’ gun in yo mouth!
In terms you’d understand: you just fuckin’ suck.
Even hitchhikers won’t give you a thumbs up!
I mean, bitch, you better look at the facts.
You wasted yo life, and there ain’t no turnin’ back.
I’m only 25, and I’m about to be the champ.
You’s a rusty old fart, and you still fight for food stamps!

TEEEEEEEEEKS!

Better check yoself before you wreck yoself, that’s for Ice Cube,
And you’s a D.W.A: a Dickhead With an Attitude!
So stop trynta act like you got me all shook
When you still take karate classes and can’t even throw a right hook.
Fuckin’ munchkin! Bitch, you softer than a muffin.
You say you da Worldbreaker? Bitch, you bluffin’!
And yo guntha momma? Nuthin’ but a whore with fake lips and fake tits,
But I still nailed her slow motion just like Neo from the Matrix!

TEEEEEEEEEEEEKS!

Mr. Joseph, you’s nuthin’ but a faggot’s son.
If ya still love life, you betta turn around and run!
Cuz I’ma hunt you down, bitch, just for fun,
And I’ma rip you with my next four bars for KRS-One!
These hits, I’m makin’ it.
Wins, I’m takin’ it.
F.Y.L creatin’ it.
Teeks just keeps on fakin’ it.
N.Y., I’m reppin’ it.
These beats, I’m wreckin’ it.
My flow’s hot fire. Fact is you can’t fuck with it!
So go eat some spinach, turn into Popeye.
You can shoot a gun, but you’ll still miss cuz ya cockeyed.
Better step back, faggot, cuz I’m causin’ that static.
You facin’ me? It’s just like a car stuck in traffic.
I can have you shook like Mobb Deep. How you wanna have it?
Cuz I’m a prodigy. I’m known to cause havoc!
I’ma say it again: you don’t have what it takes to face me,
But yo ego got you all gassed up like baked beans.
I’m still mobbin’ with my baggy shirt and faded jeans.
Hate me, bitch, but even ligthsabers couldn’t faze me!
I’m just like Vin Diesel, too fast too furious.
You’s just a fuckboy, too faggy too curious.
And if you still think you better than me? Damn, ya must be delirious!
Yeah, you tried to take me down, but you can’t keep me down.
I’ma put YOU on the ground so hard, the Tooth Fairy’ll open a bank account!
I be thuggin’ like Snoop, walkin’ around drinkin’ gin and juice,
Then light yo ass up and turn you into Pikachu!
If you watchin’, Teeks, I betcha’ cryin’ down a fountain.
I’m the King of the Hill. You just BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN!
I’m eatin’ you alive, bitch. You can call me Hannibal Lecter.
My words are like atomic bombs. I can kill you with one letter!
I ain’t actin’ hard. I just stay fly.
Now you really gonna have the queer eye for the straight guy!
I’m destroyin’ you quick, show you the meanin’ of “make haste,”
And have ya kissed yo mom in her mouth? Bitch, tell me how my dick taste.
Haha, like I said, I be destroyin’ you quicka,
And use yo momma’s back sweat just to oil my slippers!
I’m on a higher level, bitch, you can call me your idol,
And lemme make it simple: you versus me is suicidal.
Trust me when I say my shots will never be final,
I'll have yo career fallin’ in a downward spiral.
Ya boy, Lee, got more verses than the Holy Bible!
So bow down, bitch, cuz you just a decoy.
I win, muthafucka, kiss the trunks like Bruce Leroy!

HAHA! ItzLEEyuhBITCH! Reppin’ N.Y. all day. Stupid fake ass mothafucka, will you even be able to survive after this lyrical slaughter? No matter cuz this is a done deal, homie. Lee Homicide, the next World Champion. That’s from the set, bruh. It’s destiny. Ya can’t stop it. Just hope you bring a fight withcha, wanna make it seem close, ya dig?

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Tha Dragon’s risen.

He’s ready.

Are you?

Fade.

[Jonny Spade]

Segment: I know what you did three days ago last summer-ish (Credit: XS3/Evans)

In a time of solitude away from the ring, one soul has taken the night off to rest up for future wars. But as for another, his second chance at becoming a champion is coming soon. When their paths cross... Well, we'll just see what happens, won't we?!

In an abandoned boiler room, A.C. Evans is shown preparing for his match against Double Penetration. No one seems to know where Wayde is but Evans is grateful for the moment by himself. Evans has finished taping up his fist and he pounds it. He stops and suddenly lets out a faint chuckle.

A.C. EVANS: A tag team title shot and a clean slate, free from all the evidence. No one will ever know of these victims' fates.[/color]

Voice: Mr. Evans...

Evans jumps back in surprise as he frantically searches around the area.

A.C. EVANS: Who said that?! Where are you?![/color][/i]

Voice: I am here... to guide you out of hell.

Footsteps can be heard and Evans spins around to find XS3, donning the mask of Exemplar and a buttoned-up, tattered trenchcoat with the hood raised.

Exemplar: Is that not what you want?

A.C. EVANS: How dare you... If anything, I should be walking you out of hell or letting you rot there. You have done nothing to atone your sins and you expect me to save you? You don't need saving... You need to be annihilated.[/color][/i]

Evans stomps towards Exemplar, who holds a hand up to stop him.

Exemplar: I know of your crimes.

As soon as those words are spoken, Evans stops in his tracks and stares, almost uneasy.

A.C. EVANS: Wh-what do you mean?[/color][/i]

Exemplar: I watched you destroy the evidence; every murder you have done on tape. You burned the crimes you have gotten away with and with it, you have put more people in danger. How many lives must be at stake, Mr. Evans? I have come to warn you to turn yourself in and do the right thing.

A.C. EVANS: And what will you do if I don't?[/color][/i]

Exemplar: Then I will have no choice but to cleanse you and remove you from ACW entirely.

Evans lets the threat bounce off of him and he laughs evilly.

A.C. EVANS: Cleanse me? That's worth a chuckle indeed. You see, I am the one sent to cleanse the souls of ACW. And for you to stand here and act like you have the ability to hurt me is nothing short of a joke. Look at you. You put on a mask and you believe you are able to do what I can. You're nothing compared to me. They call me evil for everything I do, but I only see good. The evil that men do is nothing compared to what I have done. My soul is already clean. It is you and the rest of humanity and society that is dirty..[/color][/i]

The two spiritual entities stare down, with neither man backing down. Evans then nudges Exemplar aside.

A.C. EVANS: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a tag team title to win. What a shame you couldn't keep yours... I would have loved to demolish you in that ring.[/color][/i]

Evans then grins and produces the blade stained with the
blood of his victims. He holds it towards Exemplar before turning around and concealing the blade as he walks off to his match. All Exemplar does is stand for a good five seconds before letting out an almost sadistic smirk.

Exemplar: The pleasure would have been all mine.

Fade.

[Jonny Spade]

”Enter the Jester”
Credit: Danny Mainer[/center]

Walking backstage with his hands completely soaked in blood Mainer heads towards the buffet table at the one time in which it’s actually safe, when Thunder Train has a match to prepare for. Even though his hands are soaked in the blood of Wayde Russeller from the previous encounter and the out casting from The Faith and the obvious hygiene issues that come from this mix he heads straight for what’s left which consists of a platter of spring rolls and a punch bowl. He begins to demolish the remains of the food chomping throwing in large handfuls of Chinese food into his awaiting gob which munches them up noisily.

He then grabs a plastic beaker and actually thinking of hygiene this time lifts the punch bowl and pours it into the cup that way instead of dabbing his hands into the drink. After pouring it ‘til the overflowing liquids spatter onto the floor he puts the bowl back in place and takes a sip as resident interview guy Kevin Anderson wanders over with his squidgeable afro and his sunglasses looking as awesome as ever. He has a microphone and a cool, three button open shirt as well as a pair of plain white slacks giving himself a Caribbean look which makes himself look a bit foolish if we’re honest. He swaggers over like his hugely inflated ego is riding on his neck as his shoulders sag in his stride. He taps Mainer on the shoulder as he continues to gorge on the food and Mainer turns around in a flash of shock staring at him with a mouth-full of spring rolls.

Kevin Anderson: “Ladies and gents this is none other then your main man, “The Internet” Kevin Anderson getting the lo-down with everybody’s favourite Psycho Butcher Danny Mainer. Danny, earlier tonight you undeniably beat the shizzat out of your tag partner and stable mate Wayde Russeller before kickin’ his ass right out of The Faith. What brought you to the conclusion that he was unreliable?”

Danny Mainer: ”Was your TV on mute, Kevbo? Honestly, I said then and there that he wasn’t pulling his weight and I was a much greater investment. I figured I’d really drive it home and show him that his meagre efforts in The Faith were not appreciated as he continued to disappoint us night after night here in ACW. I mean, some can say that it took the help of Thunderkiss for me to originally beat Wayde Russeller but I’ve beaten him more then that and I’ve beaten Kiss too which proves that I’m more then a cut above the rest. Wayde Russeller hasn’t beaten ten former world champions, Wayde Russeller hasn’t held International or Intercontinental gold and he never will because just like tonight I’ll be right around the corner to stop him tainting that belt with his ownership.”

Kevin Anderson: “But surely if he comes into possession of a title he’s won it fair and square and deserves it just as much as anyone else who’s held the title right? I mean he was a phenomenal Entertainment Champion and was pretty highly nominated for Best Entertainment Champion even if he fell short of the award. That’s some credentials right there man.”

Danny Mainer: ”What, you want me to give a shit about a title that Thunderkiss tried to dump on? … wait, I see what I did there, give a shit and dump! That’s actually pretty funny for a poop joke! Wow, play-on words. Fact of the matter is, in this business the Entertainment Title doesn’t mean anything to anyone. It’s a joke held by the likes of Jonny Spade and Jason Freeman and Mr. Red. The irony being in fact that Mr. Red was the one person Wayde actually defended the title against in his I believe two month tenure which he struggled so badly to beat within those said two months he actually attempted to kill the guy in order to keep his precious little strap safe! See, Wayde tries to kill people backstage and I just kill them au natural in the ring by kicking their asses from one coast to another giving them a five-star resort vacation with a swimming pool and a twenty four hour bar which is handy enough for ex-bottle abuser Wayde. This holiday is pretty frequently referred to as a “Psycho Holiday” because the quality is so insane it knocks you right out your senses.”

Kevin Anderson: “So that’s it you’re just dumping all over Wayde’s achievements like that?”

Danny Mainer: ”You say that like he actually did achieve something. Who holds that Entertainment Championship now? Dave Shadow, a man who has hated me since the day I met him is stuck in Hell with that lame little title while I’m taking out the big names before making my ascent to World Championship status. Of course, Wayde couldn’t hold his own with Thunderkiss and that’s why we had to let him go. You saw him out there tonight! He was getting his ass kicked and I easily could’ve escaped The Appetite for Destruction! He was crying like a bitch and I was just sat there watching and laughing!”

Kevin Anderson: “But you KO’d him with that knee to the head! You can’t say he was entirely at blame for your loss tonight Mainer!”

Mainer’s face turns a dark shade as his blood heats up like he’s just been madly assaulted with a blow torch. Danny turns, a dark glint in his eye as he stares deadpan at Kevin Anderson absolutely furious.

Danny Mainer: ”I don’t LIKE people that try to contradict me… in fact, I DETEST people who attempt that. It’s like a big slap in the face and because of the exceptional on the whim out of town flight services at Mainer Airlines I can just find anyone I want and send them packing. People who contradict me get sent packing.”

Without any warning Mainer lunges forward wrapping his viper like arms around the waist of Kevin Anderson which causes a distinct shock reaction on the face of Kevbo. However instead of tackling him and punching him, Mainer gives him a reassuring manhug with heavy patting to the back. Kevin eases his guard and returns the patting but this only plays to his downfall as Danny then flips him with a HUGE Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex sending the poor interview guy crashing through the buffet table sending spring rolls and punch everywhere. The table collapses in an instant as bits of glass gash up the back of Kevin from the broken punch bowl. Danny sees a shocked make-up girl walking past dropping her bag spilling the contents all over the floor. Danny sees opportunity and reaches down looking through the various products on the floor. He then remembers manners and looks up at her.

Danny Mainer: ”Mind if I do something real quick? Won’t take about five seconds.”

Make-Up Girl: “Umm, sure.”

Mainer reaches up and grabs some of the random make up on the floor before applying something to his face. The camera focuses on Kevin Anderson’s motionless body for a few moments before looking at the back of Mainer and the girl’s facial expression which is that of curiosity as he applies “War-Paint”. The finishing touches done, the camera gets one last look at Mainer who has a black diamond shape covering his right eye with a silver outline. Danny stares at the make-up girl and then at Anderson.

[Danny Mainer l The Jester]: ”… the show MUST go on.”

FADE

[Jonny Spade]

Main Event: Match 4: Hollywood Mach vs. Thunder Train - Cage Match

Phillip: The following contest is the steel cage match! Now in this match, the only ways to win are escaping the cage or by pinfall or submission inside the ring! Introducing first, from The End of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, THUNDER TRAIN!

McNally: This is a big opportunity for the Train. If he defeats Hollywood Mach here, he will become the number one contender for that International Champion.
Edison: The Train is a beast and when beasts get locked into cages, they tend to go wild. Mach will have to watch out here or his arm might be bit off!

Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the arena and out walks Thunder Train, much to the crowd’s delight. Train smiles as he makes his way down to the cage, knowing that he can finally face Macho without the interference of his buddies. Once he gets closer to it, he grabs the cage and pulls on it a bit, it’s set in tight and Train smirks. He enters the cage and awaits Hollywood.

Phillip: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by William Charles Wilcox, from Yellowknife, NT, Canada, weighing in at 270 pounds, he is the ACW International Champion, HOLLYWOOD MACH!

Edison: Here comes the champ baby!
McNally *Sarcastically*: Oh boy! Here comes that cheating bastard now!
Edison: Would you lighten up?

OoOoOoH YEAAAAA*-SCREECH-*

The crowd begins to boo heavily as the International Champion walks out from backstage. He has his title slung carelessly across his shoulder as he stares down the cage. Wilcox follows shortly after and whispers words of confidence into Hollywood’s ear. He gets closer to the cage and hands his title belt to Wilcox. He stares Train down then gives him the finger. The crowd boos the gesture but Hollywood flips them off as well. Hollywood enters the cage as Wilcox goes over to the announce table.

McNally: What are you doing here?
Wilcox: I’m here simply to support the greatest actor in Hollywood today!
McNally: Then why don’t you go do it over there.
Edison: No! Stay here! We appreciate you coming out and talking to us.

*Bell Rings*

Train immediately rushes Mach, lifts him up and slams him into the cage. Not even 10 seconds into the match, Mach has tasted the steel. Mach’s back cracks into the unforgiving steel and now Mach lies in between the cage and the ropes. Train begins to stomp on Mach then holds his foot against the throat of Mach, choking him. Mach gasps for air and tries to push away the boot of Train, but Train doesn’t let up. The ref attempts to get Train to stop, even though there are no DQ’s. Train stops anyway and backs up. He yells and raises his arms for the crowd then turns his attention back to Mach, who is beginning to stand up. Train goes to grab the head of Mach, but is greeted with a thumb to the eye. Train grabs his face then Mach grabs the back of Train’s head and pulls him then slams him headfirst into the cage. Mach gets back into the ring and pulls Train to him. He then gives Train a hard right hand to the face of Train. Train stumbles back and bit then toward Mach once more, who does it again. Train just stumbles back so Mach runs to the ropes. Train predicts this and sticks out his leg, which Mach grabs then throws down. Mach then kicks Train in the stomach and DDTs him to the mat.

Wilcox: See! That is what a true champion is right there! Look at how perfect that DDT was.
McNally: I’ll be impressed if Hollywood can pin him right here.

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*Kickout*


Train pushes Mach off of him and begins to stand up. This has pissed Mach who goes right back on the attack and begins to stomp on Train and work on his arm. Mach holds down Train’s arm then jumps up and knees it. Train screams in pain and rolls over to his side and begins to stand up in the corner. Mach goes over to him but is met with a kick to the mid-section. Mach backs up a bit and Train follows up and chops the back of his knee. Mach goes down and now Train has the momentum.

McNally: What do you think about that William?
Wilcox: Mach let him do that. He is trying to make a better match duh. Do you know nothing about wrestling?
Edison: Even a blind man could see that Max.

Train grabs the leg of Mach and pulls him toward the ropes then puts it on the bottom rope. Train jumps up and sits on it. Mach grabs his leg and rolls across most of the ring. Train goes over to him and rolls him onto his stomach. Train grabs the leg of Mach and lifts it up high then slams it to the mat. Train now motions for the door to be opened so the ref on the outside does. Train goes to the door but Mach crawls to him and grabs his ankle. Train tries to kick him away but he can’t seem to do it. Mach uses both hands now and sweeps the leg away from Train, sending him face first onto the ring. Train’s head bounces off and Mach pulls him closer to the center of the ring. Mach stands up now, but is halted by his knee. Nevertheless, he begins to climb up the turnbuckle.

Edison: I think Mach will be able to escape here.
Wilcox: It’s all over here! My boy is gonna do it!

Mach gets to the second turnbuckle but Train starts to come to. He grabs the waist of Mach then pulls him down. The two are now face to face and begin to trade shots. Train starts to get the advantage and pounds on Mach. Train lifts up Mach and suplexes him down to the mat. Train gets right back up and pulls up Mach. He then slams Mach into the cage. Then takes him and slams him into the other side of the cage. Mach has no idea where he is as he turns around and faces Train. Train lifts him up and does the Mega Wreckage (Crossbody Backbreaker) Mach screams out as he back in pretty much destroyed by the move. Train covers.

[Jonny Spade]

McNally: What a back breaker by Train.
Wilcox: He can’t be doing that!
Edison: I think Mach might have a broken back! He needs help.

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*Kickout*

Mach gets his shoulder up but is still clueless. He rolls closer to the ropes to try and climb up. Train, trying not to waste anymore time with Mach begins to ascend the cage. He gets up to the top rope and begins to start the hard part. Mach gets up though and moves over to Train. He climbs up after him and the two are standing on the top rope punching each other. One of these men have to give. Mach slams the head of Train into the cage, but Train doesn’t fall. He does it again and Train falls off and crashes into the mat.

Wilcox: It’s over right now! The greatest actor in the world is going to win the greatest cage match ever!
McNally: Isn’t that a bit much?
Edison: No it isn’t. That was a great move by Mach and now Train has to suffer.

Mach begins to climb up some more but Train is right there behind him. Literally, Train gets right behind Mach and starts to give him kidney shots. Mach’s grip loosens on the cage and only God knows what Train has on his mind. Train wraps his arms around Mach’s waist and begins to pull. Train is able to get Mach off and German Suplexes him from the top rope of the ring. The two men hit the mat hard.

Edison: OH MY GOD! MACH IS DEAD!
Wilcox: Dammit! What the hell is Train doing?
McNally: He is trying to win the match, what does it look like?
Wilcox: I wasn’t asking you.

The crowd is on their feet as Mach lies motionless in the ring. Train though, begins to crawl toward the door. He motions for the door to be opened and the ref starts to open it, Train gets right in front of the door and it looks like he’s out when all of the sudden, the door smashes into the face of Train! The crowd boos as we see Rawt standing there. He throws the ref into the cage then locks up the cage with another padlock. Train falls back into the ring and we see on the other side, Chris Phenomenal climbing the cage with a steel chair in his hand. He throws it over the top and it lands near Mach.

McNally: This is bull! Why does Mach need all of his goons to help him?
Wilcox: No disqualifications! This is all legal, you should shut up.
McNally: This still isn’t fair, wait wait!

The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 and Lee Homicide come from the crowd. XS3 runs over to Rawt and begins to punch him. XS3 slams his head into the cage then off the barricade. He grabs bolt cutters from his pocket and clips the lock off the cage. He then goes back on the assault to Rawt as the two fight up the stage. Meanwhile, Lee pulls the leg of Chris, who falls from the cage and the two begin to trade shots. Lee slams the head of Chris off the announce table then throws him over the barricade into the crowd and the two brawl through the fans.

Wilcox: NOW THAT IS CHEATING!
Edison: I don’t believe this!
McNally: Finally! Train has someone backup.

In the ring now, the two men are beginning to stand up, but Mach has a chair in his hand. Train is busted open now from the door shot and slowly turns around. Mach smashes the chair into his face and down he goes. Train though, has adrenaline pumping and gets back up, followed by another sickening chairshot. He covers Train.

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*Kickout*
Train gets his shoulder up just barely. Mach throws the chair down and stomps on it, flattening it out. He picks up Train and lifts him up on his shoulders and Samoan Drops Train onto the chair. Train’s back smashes hard onto the chair as he rolls off of it. Mach smirks as he covers him again.

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*Kickout*