Monday Night Warfare 16th March 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Conversation and a Journey (Credit: Rena)

The show had begun, and Rena had just finished changing into a black high-waisted skirt, turquoise blouse and new jimmy chou black pumps. As she was pulling her hair back and spinning it into a messy bun, she heard quiet knocking on the door. She spun around to ask who it was, but there was already a head poking through the cracked-open door. It was Gingerdude.

Ginger: Oh, hi Rena.

He seemed a tad nervous to be here, not moving into the room immediately and instead choosing to keep his body outside. Rena smiled, her body turned on the stool at her makeup table towards him. She flicked her long lashes and wrenched her head quickly towards an empty chair to welcome him in.

Ginger: Thanks, I won’t stay long this time.

Rena: It’s fine, Gingie. I actually wanted to talk to you.

Ginger: Oh, about….what?

Rena: Stop being so nervous!

Ginger: I’m not.

Rena sighed and waited until Ginger sat comfortably in her leather chair. Although it was a very expensive and comfortable chair, he seemed to still be on edge. Rena pulled a stray piece of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear before getting setting her eyes straight at Ginger.

Rena: Gingie-

Ginger: Rena-

They both had a nervous chuckle before she reached a hand out to him.

Rena: You first.

Ginger: Well, I just wanted to tell you that I had originally penciled you in a match tonight. I-

Rena: Ginger, I-

Ginger: Let me just finish. I decided to erase it because I have been looking at the match footage and after meeting with you that night I decided it was best that you didn’t have a match.

Rena: Thank you.

Ginger: Okay, I’m done.

Rena: My turn, I guess.

Rena cleared her throat and thought in a moment how to say what she wanted to say.

Rena: I want to apologize for the way I acted the other night.

Ginger: Oh it’s fine, I’ve moved on from that.

Rena: But I haven’t. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, it was just there was something wrong with me.

Ginger: Feminine itching?

Rena: What? No.

Ginger: Ah. Continue.

Rena: I can’t really explain it right now, but I’ve changed.

Ginger: Clearly. You cleared me off my seat.

Rena: Well, I’m getting better and controlling my urges. Basically, I just wanted to apologise and I appreciate you letting me take some time off from the ring for now to sort things out. I mean, I’ll still be around to do the odd thing here and there…

Ginger: I know you will, you always are. I know when you leave you’ll eventually come back.

Rena: Every year or so, eh?

They both laughed, and with that Ginger stood up and brushed himself off.

Ginger: Well, I guess that’s it.

Rena: Yeah, it seems to be.

Ginger: It was nice talking to you like this. I haven’t had a good conversation with you for a while now.

Rena: It was good. Just stop by anytime.

Ginger: I will. And the same goes to you. You can come to me for anything… I’ve known you for four years, Rena. I would like to think it amounts to something.

Rena: It does. Goodnight.

Ginger: Night.

And while she turned to apply some foundation to her face, Ginger slipped out of her office and into the hallways. When the door closed, Rena narrowed her eyes, learning to take the pain coursing from the chip in her arm.

Rena: No outbursts. That was good. But I still feel it pulsing when I’m around Ginger. But it’s not just Ginger, it’s everyone… I don’t get it. I think I need to go pay a visit to the dear Phantom.

As those words were spoken, form the corner of the room the yellow eyes appeared. She ignored them, knowing who they were and what they were there for. They slowly moved from the darkness towards her, smiling.
Cloak1: Dear, Child.

Cloak2: Dear, sweet child.

Cloak1: We heard that you

Cloack2: Wanted to speak to the Phantom.

Rena: I figured you could hear. Nosy boys, aren’t you?

Cloak1: Oh, my child, we just simply

Cloak2: Keep an eye out for you.

Rena: I see. Now, take me to him.

Cloak1: As you

Cloak2: Wish.

They stepped in the darkness and waited patiently for Rena to finish her makeup before she, too, took a step into the darkness. And so, the journey began.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: You Shitten' Me?!? (Credit: Train)

We open backstage in Gingerdude's office. Inside a random crew member is discussing something to Gingerdude. It's fairly inaudible but from what it can be made out, it has something to do with Genocide. The crew member is writing some plans on a clipboard and nods his head after hearing Gingerdude's ideas. The man looks up from the clipboard and smiles. He shakes Gingerdude's hand and leaves. Before he can even get out of the door, it flies open and in walks Train.

Train: Out of my way idiot. I have some business to attend to.

Train pushes the crew member out of the way and approaches Gingerdude.

Gingerdude: What do you want Train? You are the number one contender, I have given you everything you want, now leave me alone.

Train: Why the hell is Senator facing Mach tonight? I won that NUMBER ONE CONTENDER'S match, therefore I should be facing him right?

Gingerdude: Listen Train, you should be thankful I even gave you that cage match? After that loss you suffered, you should have moved way down the card. And besides, I made this match before I even offered you that number one contender's match.

Train: Does this mean that if Mach loses tonight, I don't get my match?

Gingerdude: ...

Train: DOES IT? I want to know right now.

Gingerdude: I booked the match for Thunder Train against Hollywood Mach for the International Title. So I guess that if Senator does win tonight, you are out of luck.

Train: What the hell? You can't do this!

Gingerdude: I am chairman of this company. I can do whatever I want and there is nothing that you can do to change this Train, I'm sorry.

Train clenches his fists.

Train: YOU'RE SORRY? Wait...wait a second, this was all a plan from the start! You...you and that referee planned it so he would be knocked out....you let The MegaStar Alliance beat the shit out of me....this is all your doing. You are trying to screw me Gingerdude!

Gingerdude: I have no idea what you are talking about Train.

Train: Don't play dumb with me asshole, I know that you are involved in this in more ways then one. I think you are starting to believe Zero and his comments so you are taking it out on me. Dick move Ginger...

Gingerdude: Hey, you will treat me with respect or I will take away your number one contender slot even if Mach wins tonight. So you should shut up and get the hell out of my office.

Train: Fine, I guess then I will have to go out there and make sure that Mach retains his championship.

Gingerdude: You go anywhere near that ring and there will be severe consequences for you Train.

Train: I swear to God Gingerdude...this close...

Train shakes his head and turns around. He leaves the room and slams the door behind him. Gingerdude just ignores it and continues to write on a piece of paper he has as we fade out.

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: St. Paddy's Day Bar Room Brawl
Rattlesnake vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: TK)

..::ACW::.. ST. PATTY’S DAY BAR ROOM BRAWL: THUNDERKISS VS. RATTLESNAKE ..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 15 Minutes
Referee: Joey Reynolds

-* Tale of the Tape *-

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

Rattlesnake
Age: 32
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 257 lbs.
Hometown: Orlando, Florida

The entrances of both men have the night off as they are not needed. Our camera’s switch to a nearby bar on the isle that now serves as a backdrop for a most brutal contest on tonight’s show. Standing on one side of the bar is the Worldbreaker, Mr. 500%, the Ultimate Male - THUNDERKISS. He stands ready to add another victory in his win column, a feat eaiser said than done when one considers his opponent tonight! On the other side of the bar is RATTLESNAKE, dressed for the occasion. Neither man has their tights on, only jeans and tee shirts - the perfect combo to do a little fighting and drinking. With no bell to ring, Joey Reynolds cuffs both hands to his mouth and screams -

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Thunderkiss and Rattlesnake both know that to win a match like this, they are going to need equalizers and in a bar full of dangerous objects, the sky is the limit. Snake goes for a pool stick and Kiss grabs a bar stool. They wield their objects in the air like light sabers and upon first impact both shatter in their hands. They quickly scramble again to find something to grab and this time Snake walks away with some pool balls and Thunderkiss has a beer bottle. One smash upon a nearby counter makes his bottle and instrument of mass destruction but he’ll never get a chance to use it. One ball after another finds its way into TK’s head, knocking him up and the bar counter. He lands hard on the ground and Snake hurdles his way over to join him. Now on top of TK, he pounds down upon him until his face is black and blue. One lift up later, TK is sent flying into the nearby glass shelves of the bar sending alcohol flying all over. Snake stops for a second to drink down a glass of it causing the crowd watching on the Tron to approve with a roar of cheers.

MATCH MIDPOINT: In the middle portion of this match up Thunderkiss gets leverage and makes Rattlesnake pay for his mistakes. After a botched knee lift, Thunderkiss takes him off his feet with a lariat. The mini Goodnight Kiss makes Snake a dizzy boy and leave it to Thunderkiss to pick up an entire table and toss it down upon him. Snake is able to cover up enough to avoid serious injury but is too out of it to prevent TK from nailing him in the chest with KICK START MY HEART! Rattlesnake goes to his knees once again and TK nails him with a knee combo that ends with a massive head butt. The Kiss Army stands up on their feet and explodes in cheers as they watch their hero begin to run away with this match! Snake is picked up and put into a suplex. He goes up and down upon the glass from the bar and gets a few cuts on his back as a result. Thunderkiss stomps down onto him pushing more glass into his body and that’s when Snake wakes up. He stuns TK with a massive European uppercut that staggers him back into the women’s restroom. There, Snake charges and knocks TK back into a nearby stall where his head just misses a toilet by inches. Snake has a plan and he goes for it, wishing to shove TK’s head in a toilet for insult. TK puts on the breaks by clamping his hands to the toilet seat and pushing upwards, pitting his force against Snakes. This contest of strength takes several seconds to resolve itself and it is Snake who wins, but is too weak to capitalize. We now head to the finish line!

MATCH ENDING: It’s the final moments and Rattlesnake continues his dominance. Just when it appears that Rattlesnake might best Thunderkiss here tonight, in comes a most unexpected patron. TORAK comes in and drives his shoulder directly into the back of Rattlesnake causing him to go flying into a series of tables, splintering them into pieces as he lands. Torak is on top of Rattlesnake and the pummeling begins with no mercy or hesitancy. This leaves Thunderkiss at a crossroads. He could either join in the fun or sit back and let Torak soften Rattlesnake up. Before he gets a chance to decide, he is blasted in the back with a ....

SILVER
BULLET

Thunderkiss quickly joins Snake on the bar floor. While Rattlesnake begins to fight back and defend himself against a very aggressive Torak, TK’s assailant takes a different approach. He slowly but surely advances, stalking TK like he was a piece of meat and he was a hungry tiger. As the cameras zoom upwards and as Torak and Snake continue their fight outside, the match, the show, the announce team and even the fans come to a complete stop, for what they see is truly unbelievable ....

WARFARE WINNER: NO CONTEST!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Broken Reflection”
Credit: Thunderkiss

[Can a man stab himself in the back? Based on what Thunderkiss has just witnessed, along with millions others, the answer is a definitive yes. His first instincts are to turn his eyes toward the sight of the incident to confirm the state of his sanity. If he is going crazy, hallucinations are part of his symptoms for staring back at him is none other than himself, a hundred odd so pounds lighter and looking as if he just stepped off the runway. His body aches with searing pain as it feels like he indeed got shot right in between his shoulder blades. Thunderkiss begins to think, “damn, I’m good,” but before he can complete that thought a hand across his throat reminds him that the proper pronoun ought to be “he.”]

Thunderkiss: Who... are.... y-urgh-you?

Aiden Joseph: Oh you imbecile, surely your words must be in jest. It simply cannot be feasible that you have forgotten that -

[With a simper of overzealousness, Aiden’s thumb and forefingers crush down upon Thunderkiss’ jawbone, thrust it forward and squeeze as he responds.]

Aiden: I am YOU.

[With each ticking of the second hand the effects of the Silver Bullet begin to wear off. Thunderkiss’ strength slowly creeps back into his body and it is just a matter of time before he can return fire. Just a little bit more time is needed and Thunderkiss does what he can to keep the fake “him” within reach.]

Thunderkiss: I don’t know where you came from, what you want or who sent ya, but let’s make something crystal clear right now, brother. You ain’t me.

Aiden: Denial is not just a river in Egypt, you simpleton! Oh ye of little faith, who are YOU to question what is reality and what is not? For the longest time I have waited patiently in the darkest crevasses within your mind, longing for the day you would be weak enough for me to break free. Glory, glory, hallelujah that day has arrived! The chains that once bide me have been broken, AIDEN JOSEPH LIVES AGAIN!

~!~CRACK~!~

Thunderkiss: The only thing that is broken is your jaw, crackajack. As I said, ya ain’t me, because if you were, ya would have totally ducked that.

[His arm became a canon and his first a canon ball. The impact of the punch sends the fake flying backwards numerous feet where several bar stools have broken his fall. Aiden’s hand frantically begins to feel the area of the punch’s impact, checking for any imperfections or abnormalities. Whomever this imposter is, he has all of Aiden’s mannerisms down pat. Even Thunderkiss himself cannot help but feel a tad impressed.]

Aiden: My .. My ... MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! You’ll pay for this, you illiterate son of a bitch!

Thunderkiss *smiling*: That’s me! Now, I’m not going to play nice. I’m not going to give you any second chances. What I see before me is an insult and I want to know who has the balls to create this little charade. One last time, “Aiden,” WHO ARE YA, AND WHO SENT YA?

Aiden: Hehe... Heheheh...

[The fake’s laughter unnerves him. It is not chuckles of dismay but rather calm, confident laughter. This in turn causes him to double his efforts and now it is Thunderkiss who has his hand around “Aiden’s” throat. Turnaround is, after all, fair play.]

Thunderkiss: ANSWER ME!

Aiden: Oh wouldn’t you like to know.

~!~BOOM~!~

Thunderkiss: Smoke bombs?



Thunderkiss *cough,cough*

Aiden: Tootles!

[Frustration levels on maximum, Thunderkiss has no other choice but to wait for the chaos to pass. As the smoke in the bar begins to clear, so does the veil shrouding this mystery. There is only one man in ACW who is known for this little trick, and in case you forgot, let Thunderkiss remind you that the answer is as simple as “Black & White.”]

Thunderkiss: DAN WHITE.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Title: Evans…can suck…my balls.
Credit: Chris Phenomenal, Danny Mainer, and AC Evans.

Simply Phenomenal begins to play as the camera focuses in at the top of the ramp, but no one comes out.

Maxwell McNally: What the hell is this, I don’t think we’ve ever heard this music before.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: I don’t know who the hell it is but…[/I]

SUPERMAN DAT HOE[/color]

With that Chris Phenomenal emerges at the top of the ramp dressed for success with a white hoody and a pair of blue sweatpants. He makes his way down to the ring as jeers rain down from the crowd before hopping into the ring and grabbing a microphone from Phillip Jones.

Maxwell McNally: I wonder what Chris is doing out here without the rest of Mega Star Alliance[/I]
”Fast” Eddie Edison: I’m not sure either Max but I’m assuming it might have something to do with the vicious attack he laid on Jeremiah Lynch one week ago.[/I]

The replay of the horrific attack occurs, the two Superman Punches, a Superman DDT and finally the Play My Music as the body of Jeremiah Lynch twitches in the ring. The replay continues as Danny Mainer comes out and assaults Chris before getting tossed into the third row. The camera returns to the arena as Chris Phenomenal is poised in the ring

Chris: So it’s been a week since I last stepped into the ring, and I think looking back, it is a good time to gloat about the ass whooping I laid on that mother fucker.[/I]

Chris pauses for a few good seconds.

Chris: What the fuck do you think of me now.[/I]

The crowd boos but all Chris can do is smile in the middle of the ring.

Maxwell McNally: Can he really use those words on ACW TV?[/I]
”Fast” Eddie Edison: The better question is, can anyone tell him he can’t.[/i]

Chris: I came back to professional wrestling after a six month lay off and I can now officially say that I am back. I destroyed two men at Bloody Valentine, then helped in the destruction of that fat oaf Thunder Shit or something, then last week I destroyed two members of The Faith. A group conceived by a pitiful man. A man who feels it his mission to redeem us all for our sins, even though he is the biggest sinner amongst us. AC may hear voices, he may make people drink his juice to force complete obedience, but in the end he will never be better than me. Now I know you all came to see wrestling but I think right now is the time for a little story.

Many many years ago, in some shit hole somewhere there was a little boy by the name of AC, He got this name due to his little timid voice that sounded the same as Alvin the Chipmunk. Now AC was a social reject, he had body odor, greasy hair, acne, and probably wasn’t good at anything and all of this amounted to the fact that he had no friends, no one wanted to hang out with him, and no one loved him, eventually his parents couldn’t even stand him and they got rid of him. He hated his life and probably tried to kill himself, but due to being such a failure he couldn’t even succeed at that. Now let’s head east to Harlem, New York where there was a young man named Chris who also had no parents, but unlike AC, his parents were dead. He didn’t have much but the thing he did have was friends because you see, he was fly as can be. I mean look at him, tall, muscular, stylish, hell that kid was probably in with girls ever since he was ten he was that damn good. The other thing that Chris had was skills, he made a name for himself on the basketball court. Yet he was still a social reject because contemporary society didn’t accept him because of his thug lifestyle.[/I]

Chris Pauses for a moment to catch his breath.

Chris: I’m going to interrupt my story to make a point to one AC, you see although these two kids were both social rejects, shunned by Contemporary society, one was despised and the other was loved. One was an outcast because of himself, the other because of his situation. Same term to describe the two kids, but two totally different meanings of the word, but back to the story.

Fast forward to present day, this same AChas friends now apparently. He hangs out with three other guys, who probably were exactly like him, they just didn’t know how to be cool and ended up not being able to fit in, so they figured they were rejects, that society did not care about them, and I don’t see why they would. So AC and his three disciples, Apparently he couldn’t get twelve because I’m sure there are more than a few people who would be willing to accept his Judas Iscariot. They are now going on a rampage through society, killing Asian’s like Germans on Poles, spreading there word and bringing justice to the world that so cruelly ignored them.

Now let’s look at Chris. One thing is for certain he isn’t a champion presently, but he is a former champion. Chris is still friends with a lot of the ghetto rats from his youth, he parties with superstars in the professional sports world, hell he once went up to Newport News, West Virginia for some “entertainment” as the personal guest of a quarterback of the Atlanta Falcons, and is presently a member of the greatest stable in professional wrestling, The Mega Star Alliance

So there you have it, two social rejects and they’re life stories. One who still is loved by a select few people, who is making a difference in this world. The other is a man who gets his kicks by watching his little bitches fight over his attention. I can guarantee you that AC keenly watched Brokeback Mountain before he let Wayde Russeller join The Faith and thought “damn, I’ve never had a cowboy before.” So AC, I’m not joining your Faith, your alternate religion. What I did to Jeremiah last week was just to dissuade you from coming out a second time and try again.[/I]

Chris pauses once again and waits, expecting AC Evans to come out to the ring. When he doesn’t come Chris smiles.

Chris: You see AC, this is why I never even considered joining you, because you’re a coward. Last week you sent a two lackey’s after me. You never come out and get your hands dirty, you just sit on your throne, king of your empire and watch your peasants serve you. This isn’t the medieval era AC, there is no divine right anymore and I will not be a blind sheep to your wills, like someone else I would care to mention.

Danny Mainer, ever since I arrived you’ve been a thorn in my side. You got in my way when I first came to ACW. I almost ran you over and you ripped the car that I jacked. Then you destroyed my ride, put me through a table and lord knows what else you’ve plotted to do to me in that demented head of yours. Last week you came down and tried to blind side me, and then did it again later on in the night. I’m telling you Mainer, you best watch out, because you don’t know who in the hell you are fucking with. In case you don‘t remember again, I‘m Chris Phenomenal, the baddest son of a bitch in ACW, I‘ve defeated everyone they‘ve thrown in front of me in my time in ACW, anytime someone has though they‘ve one upped me, I‘ve raised the bar to an un-attainable level. You can try and hide behind your jesters mask, but let it be known that you finally have found the one role you are suited for. You used to be one respectable mother fucker, the King of Vegas, but now you are the lowest member of the court, the man who‘s job is to make a mockery of themselves, something you’ve succeeded at doing over the past ten months. So Danny Mainer know tonight that when you are in the ring, once again proving that you are nothing greater than the whore spit on my dick I‘m going to come out here, and lay the largest ass whooping on you since the British last fought the French.[/I]

With that Disciple by Slayer hits as AC Evans and Danny Mainer emerge at the top of the entrance ramp, both with a cart full of weapons, Mainer with a sack on his shoulder and AC has a microphone.

AC Evans: Chris, we think actions speak louder than words.[/I]

They reach the bottom of the entrance ramp and start throwing weapons into the ring, kendo sticks, light tubes, lead pipes, garbage cans anything you can think of they are headed into the ring. Finally Evans has a steel chair in his hand, and Mainer has a pair of nun chuks. They slide into the ring as Chris looks at the two on one coming and the weapons in the ring. He grabs a pair of fluorescent light tubes and swings them about like light sabers as AC and Mainer approach. Chris swings for the fences but AC blocks the shot with the chair, the tube shattering on impact as Mainer swings his nun chuks at the head of Chris. Chris ducks the shot and takes a swing at Mainer who dodges it and with skill AC blocks the blow with the steel chair once again.

Unarmed against two foes Chris quickly scurries outside of the ring, living to fight another day as he backs up the entrance ramp. AC looks at Mainer who reached into the sack on his shoulder and removes a jesters cap and places it on his head, before pulling out a regal crown before placing it on his head and dropping to one knee as the scene fades and Chris looks on.

Danny Mainer: "YOU RUN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: You Again?
Credit: Jake Steele / Hollywood Mach

Kevin: A day I'm sure my guest here will never forget: Last Thursday on Meltdown, International Champion Macho Man Randy-

Hollywood Mach: SHUT IT! I'VE SAID IT ONCE, AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN! NOTHING MEANS NOTHING, BRUDAH![/color]

Kevin: What do you mean by that?

Hollywood Mach: Noo more! I'm talkin' bout all the way to the top! Yeahhh...UNJUSTIFIABLY IN A POSITION I'D RATHER NOT BE IN - BUT THE CREAM WILL RIIIISE TO THE TOP! Ooooh yeaah, MachoMania has more to offer than Chairman Gingerdude thinks - and let me tell ya, the cards are stacked against the Macho Man last Thursday - YEAH! Lemme say it, LEMME SAY IT OUT LOUD! LET ME POINT, AT THE CHAIRMAN OF THIS WRESTLING FEDERATION: Hollywood Mach is not happy with your decision to give Train ANOTHER title match after beating me in that cage out there! I AM the last gem in this business! Ooooh yeaah, and you know Kevin Anderson - YOU KNOW I'M THE CREAM OF THE CROP![/color]

Kevin: Wait - do you blame Gingerdude for Train beating you on Thursday?

Hollywood Mach: You better believe it! I---[/color]

In the middle of his interview, he cuts himself off after noticing a very familiar face walking down the hallway with no backup, and only his title to accompany him…

Hollywood Mach: WELL IF ISN’T THE BIGGEST JABRONI IN ACW TODAY! JAKE STEELE![/color]

Stopping in his tracks, and to a huge pop by the ACW faithful is Jake Steele. At first not paying attention to the usual Hollywood Mach promo, Steele was on his way to his locker room most likely, but Hollywood seems to be in a confrontation mood as he calls out to the champ, WCW egging Steele on further.

WCW: He doesn’t look like he’s in the talking mood tonight Hollywood! Big surprise for the big mouth of ACW!

Steele turns around to both men with that trademark smirk on his face, as he walks up to them both. He looks at WCW, then at Hollywood, shaking his head.

Steele: You right, dubya. I’m not really in da talkin’ mood tonight. But I am in da pop a nigga in his mouth mood, so what’s up?

Steele throws up a fist at WCW, which causes him to step back in shock of getting hit by the champ. Hollywood doesn’t like this threat one bit, him stepping in front of his manager and the two former rivals face to face now.

Hollywood Mach: Now, now Steele. You don’t wanna go doin’ that. Cause it wouldn’t look too good for you if The Mach had to knock your teeth in before your little chain gang match with Dan White!

Steele: Knock MY teeth in? You better seriously worry about your own match tonight before you try comin‘ at me. I mean, you gotta watch Phillips. For a old nigga he pretty quick with a Karate Kick. And dat would be a damn shame if you lost yo title to him just because you and dubya over here are too busy playin' with each other to focus.

Hollywood Mach: Oh yeah? And why would it be “such a shame”? Rudy?

Steele: Because if you lose… Train couldn’t take dat title from you.

Ohhh. Hollywood didn’t like that one much but the fans seem to approve of the idea. Steele readjusts his title and smiles as Mach simply nods and responds.

Hollywood Mach: Oh you don’t have to worry about either of that, Steele. Because THE MACH is gonna beat Senator AND THUNDA TITS! I'm gonna come on down, give the old man the last rights, and the fat-ass the last supper - wham bam thank ya MAM! Macho-TUCKED! Then, its gonna be me and you - REAL soon brud! My other shoulder is gettin' LONELY!

On that note, Hollywood Mach raises his International Title into the air, which gets responded to with boos and the smirk growing wider on Steele’s face.

Steele: You think dat makes you special? You may be a five time International Champ, but to me dat means you just lost it four other times. See I haven’t held dis title right here too long, but I still haven’t lost it either. And I damn sure don’t plan to. Not to Dan, and not to anybody else who tries takin’ dis from me… especially not if dat person is some loud mouth, fast talkin’, quick hittin’ punk bitch sell out like YOU.

Hollywood Mach: SELL OUT? THE ONLY THING I SELL OUT IS ARENAS, JABRONI! GOT THAT? THE ONLY TRUE MEGA STAR AVAILABLE IN THE BUSINESS TODAY! HOLLYWOOD MACH!

Steele: Damn dawg. You really are sad. What‘s next? You gonna start going by Randy Kanyon? You gonna leave ACW, and go make action movies dat nobody cares about? Haha, you da fakest nigga on dis roster.

Hollywood Mach: …I don’t have time for this shit WCW, let’s get away from this jabroni!

Mach readjusts his title and walks off with WCW, leaving Steele alone with Kevin who just shakes his head and screams out one last thing down the hallway:

Steele: Stay up, “Hollywood”!

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The ballad of the savior and the host (Credit: XS3)

What was he going to do? Not only had he had to deal with a crazed serial killer who had murdered the valet of Thunderkiss but he also had to deal with no match on the card for the night. This, combined with constantly watching his back to avoid attacks from The Megastar Alliance as well as having to be away from his one-month old son and wife, had made him feel less than 100 percent in recent weeks. Indeed, the question was what was he going to do? Inside of a hotel room, we see the body of XS3, bored and disinterested with his surroundings, despite having to be so accustomed to it. His only item of clothing on him was a pair of faded blue jeans as his eyes stared blankly into space, his mind clouded with deep thoughts. To say his mind was overtaken with ease would be an understatement. Slowly did XS3 lean back on the bed and sink into the pillow, providing comfort and support to his neck. With no one else around to ridicule or mock him, XS3 silently spoke to himself.

XS3: What is going on… What is this company coming to…? For weeks, I've had to look out for my friends while engaging in some rather uncomfortable decisions. My losses have become abundant ever since this fucking year started. I figure it's only time before I legitimately snap…

XS3 looked up at the ceiling and allowed the thought of AC Evans to become his main focus. What was this man's purpose? Why did he feel that everyone around him was a sinner, a liar, a bigot or a harlot? If anyone had deserved the death penalty, it was AC Evans. Murderers had no place in XS3's heart but Exemplar had chose to seek him out and wipe him out as soon as possible. Speaking of Exemplar, XS3 looked over at the mask, propped up on the nightstand. XS3 looked over and almost felt a chill run down his spine, fixing his eyes upon the chilling yet somewhat biblical entity.

Exemplar: Matthew…

XS3: My friend… We have been through a lot together. But what purpose will wiping out Evans bring? Surely, the police department can hunt him down once they become aware of the witness of his crimes.

To the common man, no one but XS3 could be heard. But inside XS3's head, Exemplar had been fully engaged into the conversation.

Exemplar: The justice system is a corrupt and vile thing. Honest hard-working foreigners are sent back to their country while the pedophiles and serial killers from far away are allowed into your country without a trace of common sense. AC Evans is the serial killer, the embodiment of all that is wrong with this world as it stands. No one but Fallen Souls has had any courage to step up and stop him. But not us. With all due respect to Xavier, he could not finish the job but we will. ACW will no longer have to bear witness to the monstrosity known as AC Evans. Together, our combined efforts will see to it that he no longer has a place in ACW or anywhere for that matter.

XS3 nodded intently before letting out his signature smirk.

XS3: Very well. You have proven your point. Soon enough, AC Evans will see the errors of his ways… And then I will move onto bigger and better things… Just like Christine and I talked about.

Exemplar: Hahaha… Oh yes, I remember now.

The two shared a small bout of laughter, almost as if there was a plan in the works. What could XS3 have meant by bigger and better things? Had he become so cynical with his surroundings that he felt the need for change? To XS3 and Exemplar, it mattered not; the two had a serial killer to destroy and they knew what their purpose for the month was.

A cleansing was in the works.

The prayer would be spoken.

And a soul would be purged.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Ain’t No Reason, Part II (Credit: Lee)

Lisa: Lee, wake up! You’re going to sleep the entire day away.

Lee only responds with a groan. He peaks up at the clock to see that it reads 8:30 a.m. What was wrong with his mother? It was only a few days before his next ACW show, and he just wanted to come home and get some rest in his own bed. But mothers are mothers, and they are set in their ways. She wasn’t budging on this either. She stood there with her hands on her hips. Lee tried to pretend that if he stayed asleep, she would just leave. Oh, how he was wrong. In one swift motion, she removed her hands from her hips and snatched the covers off Lee. The chill from the air conditioner was enough to awaken his slumbering body. Sure, he was used to cold weather, being from New York and all, but that morning chill always got him.

Lee: Thanks, mom. You were always so delicate.

Lisa: Well, if you had just listened to me in the first place, I wouldn’t have had to do that.

Lee: Touche.

Lisa: So get your cheese head butt out of bed.

Lee: Yes, ma’am.

Lee salutes her as he says this. He swings his legs onto the floor. He rubs his eyes, still trying to adjust to the light. Now comes the hard part: actually standing up. A quick count to three, and he pushes himself up off the bed. Whew. Not much had changed in this room since he had last lived here. It was his little piece of heaven. It hadn’t been tainted by his success or fame. Sure, he could’ve gone and stayed at his own place, but he wanted to be as relaxed as possible when his next match rolled around. And nothing soothed him like being at home with a nice home cooked meal.

Lee staggers to the bathroom to go through his morning routine. A twist of the nozzle, and the faucet gushes ice cold water. He cups his hands, gathering a nice well of water and then splashes it right in his face. Talk about a wakeup call. A quick brush of the teeth, and his morning is right on track. As he steps out of the bathroom, the aroma of sausage, eggs and toast permeate through his nose. It really couldn’t get any better than this, huh? Breakfast waiting for him was one thing that he never had in his shanty of an apartment in ACW Island. Lee jogs down to the steps to the sight of his mother in front of the stove humming along with the radio. This is what he saw every morning as a child. Before he was the loudmouth you all love to hate today, he was just a kid in a loving home.

Lee: Smells delicious!

Lisa: Thank you. You can go ahead and have a seat. It’ll be ready in a second.

Lee snatches a copy of the day’s New York Times from the table, undoubtedly left there by his stepfather, Vincent.

Lee: Where’s Vincent at?

Lisa: Early morning at the office.

Lee: Sucka’s missing out on the food!

Lisa smirks a self-satisfied smirk. She always did take pride in her cooking.

Lee: Where’s Court?

Lisa: Oh, she’s staying over with a friend.

Lee: A friend? Does this friend have a name?

Lisa: Yeah...uh, his name is--

Lee: “His”? “His” name? She’s staying over at some creep’s house?!

Lisa: Jimmy is a very nice boy, Lee.

Lee: So, you know this guy? I can’t believe you would forget to mention something like this to me. I mean, she’s my little sister.

Lisa: Lee, calm down. She’s an adult now. Things have changed. She’s not your baby sister that you had to walk to school anymore.

Lee: Things haven’t changed that much...

Lee couldn’t help but think back to when his father was around. His dad always told him to look after his younger sister, and it was a job. Lee took very seriously. Some might call him overprotective, but he is the only big brother that she has. If there was one thing his father would have expected of him, it would be to look after her. That’s why this came as a shock to Lee. He had no idea she was involved with someone. He looks at his mother with utter disbelief. She gives him a shrug of the shoulder, almost as if she is brushing him off.

Lisa: Lee, things happen in life that you just can’t control. You just have to roll with the punches and keep swimming. You know I thought my world was over when your father died. We might not have been married anymore, but to think the man who I once did share so many wonderful memories with would be around? That was hard for me too, you know. I didn’t think I would ever recover from that. I didn’t think I could move forward in life...but I have.

Lee: Move forward? So you’ve just forgotten about what he’s meant to this family. To you?! To me? To all of us?

This was a road Lee really didn’t want to go down. He had done just fine in the years since his father’s passing of burying his feelings. Maybe that’s why he was so callous out there in the ring. He heart has turned cold,. He doesn’t know the meaning of compassion because the one time he needed some, no one was there to answer him.

Lee looks at his mother, with hopeful eyes. She can barely make eye contact with him. The tears begin to well in his eyes as they both sit there in silence.

Lisa: Of course I haven’t forgotten about him. He was the love of my life, the father of my children. But I can’t dwell on the past. I have to live each day, the way he would want us all to. I’m sure if he was here now, he would tell you to stop throwing a personal pity party. You know he would.

She’s right, but Lee doesn’t want to admit it.

Lee: But he’s not here. What am I supposed to do, huh? What am I supposed to do?! He’s gone and not coming back! All of this means nothing without him here to share it with me! Nothing!

Lisa: How can you even say something like that? He’s up there watching you. He’s there every step of the way in your career. You know I was dead against you pursuing a wrestling career. But your father would always tell me that you were going to make it and that you were going to be a star. And I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right. Look at you. You’re a professional wrestling star. Whether you know it or not, he’s here.

Lee: But it just isn’t the same. He was supposed to be there in the arena to watch me win my first world championship. We were supposed to share that moment together. That was going to be our crowning achievement. Now, it just doesn’t feel the same. It’s like someone told me I won the lotto and then punched me in the face.

Lisa: Lee, don’t anything ruin the match for you. You’re going to go out there and give it your all like you always have. No matter what happens, just know that I am proud of you. And know that your father would be too. Just like he couldn’t live through you, you can’t live through him. You’ve got to do this on your own and for yourself. I know you’ve got it in you. You’ve always been a fighter. All you have to do is go out there and prove it one more time.

She wipes the tears from Lee’s eyes and picks up his chin. She gives him a wink, to which he slightly chuckles.

Lee: You must’ve been watching ESPN Classic again. Since when did you become such an expert on motivational speeches?

Lisa: Where do you think you got your mike skills from?

They share a laugh.

Lee: So do I actually get to eat some of that food, or am I supposed to just smell it all day?

Lisa: Oh, hush. Go fix yourself a plate.

Lee gets up and pats his mother on the shoulder as he walks into the kitchen. They never really had these “heart to hearts.” He was always the strong silent type. As he piles the food on his plate, he looks around the kitchen and thinks about all the times they all sat around the table and ate breakfast or dinner. Those were the good ole days, before everything got so complicated. Suddenly, he’s jolted out of his trance by the voice of his mother.

Lisa: Lee, have you talked to anyone about your father’s death? Just so you’re not holding all of these feelings in?

Awkward silence.

Lee: Uh...no. I don’t really think anyone can help me out with this, mom. This is something I just need to deal with on my own.

Lisa: Well, could you do it for me? I really don’t think it’s healthy for you to suppress all these feelings. Sooner or later you’re just going to explode.

Lee: I don’t see it helping too much. I mean, what can they really tell me? They don’t know my situation or how it’s affected me.

Lisa: I just want you to talk to someone...anyone. Do it for me.

Lee: OK, I’ll go talk to dad.

Lisa: Dad?

Lee: Yeah, I’m going to go out there to his gravesite and clear my head. If it’ll make you feel better.

Lisa: I do want you to feel better. You need to get rid of this chip that’s on your shoulder and enjoy life. You’re too young, and you have too much going for you to have such a bleak outlook on things.

She is right, but he’s stubborn. He knows that he has been carrying this burden with him for a long time, and maybe he does need to let it go. But it isn’t that easy for him to leave behind such an important part of his life. It would be a struggle, but a necessary one. Maybe it’s the reason why he harbors so much ill will towards almost everyone. He was just in a naturally bad mood most of the time. He took pleasure in seeing other people’s pain. He wasn’t in this business to make friends with the boys in the back. He was there because this is what he loved to do. He had reached this point in his career because it had always been a dream of his. This wasn’t some stepping stone to Hollywood movies or television shows. This was the dream. This is his end all and be all.

She never really asked much of him. She just wanted him to be happy with whatever it was he was doing. The least he could do was talk about his feelings a little bit. Who knows? It might even do some good. He needed his mind clear for the future, and it can only benefit him to finally put this behind him.

To be continued.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Challenges, Insults, and Respect
(Credit: Hollywood Mach, Senator)

Coming back from the break, Steve Phillips is in the ring, with microphone in hand.

The Senator: Ok, I have business to take care of, so I want to keep this nice and short and to the point. Mr. Randy Dallas Kanyon, we have a match tonight and I have a few things to say - I do not have all night here to get a...

Suddenly, Muse plays over the PA system, and RDK makes his triumphant appearence in the ACW Arena. He strides down to the ring with sunglasses and title belt in toe, with many boos filling the arena. Once in the ring, both men stare each other down, until the Senator finally speaks.

Senator: Thank you for gracing us all with your prescence, Mr. Kanyon. Now before I hear your answer, I would just like to say two things, first, that I do not appreciate your change of heart, and two, that I have a great deal of respect for your abilities, no matter what problems that we have. Now then...

Hollywood: Now then, brudah, if you'd let me speak, I'd like to say a few things myself.

Senator: Excuse me, I was not finished...

Hollywood: These ungrateful scumbags want to hear me, not some suit wearing jabroni, and that's what they're gonna get!

Its oh so very small, but:

OoOoh Yeeah!

Hollywood: Shut up!

Senator: Mr. Kanyon, I have had about enough! You are only reminding me of why I seem to keep having problems with you. You are obnoxious...

Hollywood: And you're a jackass...

Senator: Aargh! You know what really eats at me when I see you?

Hollywood: I'm the last true gem left in this business! I really don't care what eats at you, brudah...

Senator: Too bad, 'cause I am going to let you know regardless! Everytime I see you, I see a tremendous waste of raw potential. You could have been so much more than just a 2nd rate movie star around here, you could have left a true mark on the industry! Instead of focusing on honing your trade, and expanding your in ring skills, you would rather spend time working on your little speeches, and on your ridiculous poses!

RDK strikes a muscle pose, to the sheer discontent of the fans.

Senator: You see, that is the perfect example! You care more about garnering reactions from the crowds, getting them to yell and throw trash for every word you speak, when you could bring them to their feet instead with a brilliant performance! You could have been an unparalleled success, and a true mat legend, but instead, you have settled for the attention of your fan base, and have been perfectly content to rest on your laurels!

Hollywood: Now brudah, I hear you flapping your gums over there, and you say that I've been content to be what I am, but looking at you...I see someone who hasn't done shit in the last little while, failed at trying to do anything productive, always seems to blow the big matches, and lost control of his own Stable on more than one occasion!

Senator: Hey! There was nothing that could be done about that!! I seen to recall us having far more longevity than your Nation of Somethingation!

Hollywood: Hey, wasn't my fault they left, and I seem to remember that we were WAY more popular than your Stable ever will be! You want a piece of the Macho Man, the match is only minutes away! SO it's gonna be...the rootin' tootin', wrestling style is shootin', YOUR MOMMA'S LATE, POLITICAL DEBATE...THE MATCH IS GONNA OCCUR, HIS NAME IS THE SEN-A-TOR!...VERSUS THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION, HOLLYWOOD MACH - RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW - TITLE ON THE LINE!! FORGET THE WAIT, LET'S DO THIS SHIT - NOW!

Senator: Great! That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Despite the fact that you seem to raise my blood pressure, and that we take diametrically opposed views on our ways of wrestling, I know that you can bring it should you be motivated to do so, and I will be pleased to face you, and hopefully take your title in hopes of showing you the error of your ways!

Hollywood: Give me a break, gramps...

Senator: But I still know that you will be one heck of an opponent. Shake?

RDK looks to the audience, who give him a mixed response, and pauses for a moment, but then reaches out and shakes the Senator's outstretched hand. Both men nod for a moment, but it isn't long until RDK decides to start the match right away....

*SMACK*

Hollywood: Ring the damn bell!

Senator crumples to the mat, still in a suit - thanks to Hollywood Mach!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: ACW International Title Match
Hollywood Mach vs. "The Senator” Steve Phillips (Credit: RDK)

*Ding*Ding*

Senator rolls out of the way and the ref holds Macho back. Senator undoes his tie and takes off his blazer and slacks to reveal his wrestling gear! Macho cocks an eyebrow before Senator readies himself. They refuse to simply "go at it". No, they just stare at each other from across the ring, not feeling each other out physically but mentally. The two share totally different styles but this is no doubt to be a great match nonetheless. The two finally meet at the center in the ring and lock up in a collar-elbow-tie-up. Senator quickly catches RDK in one of the quickest Fireman's Carry ever seen in ACW history and then follows up with a grounded side headlock. RDK attempts to lock a leg scissors around the head of Senator but Senator's head is too far away from his legs and instead RDK begins to get up with Senator's headlock still on. RDK pushes Senator into the ropes and as he rebounds RDK attempts an armdrag. Senator wisely uses the momentum of the armdrag to create an armdrag of his own which sends RDK flying under the bottom rope to the outside. RDK lands on his feet and he begins to walk around the ring as Senator smirks back into the ring. The crowd nearer RDK can be heard booing him on and RDK slides back into the ring, ready for some more. RDK approaches Senator and raises one arm in the air, signaling for the test of strength. Senator is first hesitant, knowing RDK is a much bigger man than he is, but he throws caution out the window and just goes for it. Both participants lock hands and their chest meets, you can see the strain on both men faces and suddenly RDK begins to go down. Senator can't believe it for a second and then he puts more pressure and RDK is now on his knees. RDK finally looks back up at Senator and gives a smirk and suddenly the tide begins to change. RDK rises up and Senator begins to go down, it's believed that RDK was playing possum the entire time. Senator is now writhing in pain on his knees and the crowd continues to boo their former hero RDK but Senator, thinking quickly tosses RDK over him with a judo flip. Both RDK and Senator are now looking up at the top of the arena with their hands still clasped and RAF slides over to count, as both of their shoulders are on the ground.

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Edison: It can't already be finished!?
McNally: Theres more to this match yet, Edison.

Simultaneously the two bridge up, breaking the count and the crowd begins to applaud at the technical prowess of the two. Both roll onto their stomach, still not letting go of each other's hand, and they rise up to a vertical base, right back where they started. The two continue to attempt to push each other and finally RDK pushes Senator into the ropes and both superstars fly out onto the mat below through the second rope and top rope. Believe it or not, the hands are still clasped in and they both begin to rise up. Senator decides to end the test of strength once and for all with a big knee to the abdomen of RDK. RDK releases his grip on Senator's hand and Senator follows up with a running knee lift to the face of the International Champion. RDK holds his mouth on the outside and Senator rolls back into the ring to break up the count and then he rolls back to the outside. Senator picks up RDK and then locks him in a hammerlock, RDK attempts to get out of it but Senator clubs him with forearms to the back of the neck and gets it back in. He then sends RDK shoulder first into the ring post and RDK holds his shoulder in pain on the ground as Senator smiles. Senator picks up RDK and tosses him back into the ring before sliding back into the ring himself. Senator manages to cover RDK but RDK kicks out right after the two count. Senator wastes no time rising up and he drops a huge knee on the arm of RDK. RDK rolls around the ring in pain, still clutching his arm and Senator shows no sign of fatigue, unlike RDK. Senator picks up RDK and sets him up in the corner before hitting him with a hard knife edge chop.

McNally: Oooh! I think the entire arena heard that one, Edison!
Edison: DANNNNGERRROUS!

RDK holds his chest in pain and Senator delivers another one but RDK endures the pain while a few grunts can be heard. Senator delivers a third and RDK grabs Senator and tosses him in the corner before laying him in with some authentic Canadian knife edge chops to the chest.

Edison: The tables have turned! DESTROY HIM HOLLYWOOD! YOU'RE THE CHAMPION!

RDK places Senator up on the top rope before laying into him with one more chop that makes the chest of Senator very red. RDK climbs up to the middle rope and it appears he is going to attempt a superplex but Senator begins to fight out of it. He even manages to rake RDK in the eyes, a very uncharacteristic move of him but you've got to believe it helps the bigger plan in the end.

Edison: How DARE he do something like that to the champion!
McNally: It's all part of the plan!

And indeed it does, Senator grabs the arm of RDK and Senator climbs to the top rope. He then dives off the top rope down to the outside, landing on his feet, while at the same time RDK's arm hits the top rope with a great amount of impact. RDK doesn't drop to the ground but he continues to hold his arm in pain and Senator rolls back in the ring and stalks him from behind. RDK holds his arm and turns around toward the Senator and Senator delivers a Single Arm DDT to the Champion. RDK continues to clutch his arm in pain and Senator covers RDK with hooking the leg, hoping to pick up the win.

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thr-

McNally: It's close!

But RDK manages to get his other arm up before RAF's arm can come down for three. Senator pounds the mat in frustration but quickly goes back to keeping his cool. Instead Senator rolls RDK on his stomach and attempts to lock in the Fujiwara Armbar. RDK thrashes around, hoping to get out of the move and knowing the move because of his history with Welsh Dragon, RDK quickly attempts to get to the ropes but Senator manages to latch it on before he can do so. RDK screams in pain as Senator wrenches back on the arm of RDK. RDK looks as if he is about to tap but the crowd begins to boo him, which surprisingly gives him motivation. RDK shakes his free hand as if he is machoing up and Senator shakes his head as to say "Oh god no!". RDK edges toward the ropes by using his free arm and manages to grab it to the crowd's utter dissapointment. Senator releases the hold but still manages to stomp out the arm of RDK before lifting him back up and pulling him back to the center of the ring. Senator still attempts to lock in the Fujiwara Armbar from a vertical base but RDK powers out of it, sending Senator flipping backwards towards the direction of the ropes.

McNally: Hollywood is truly The Macho Man....

But knowing Senator he has another plan up his sleeve as RDK continues to hold his arm in pain. Senator runs toward RDK and attempts a Crucifix Pin, RDK shows incredible strength as he manages to brace himself while Senator is hanging on his arms but Senator shifts his weight just enough for RDK to fall back. But Senator doesn't want to pin him, instead he follows through with the move, getting RDK on his stomach and Senator locks in the Fujiwara Armbar in one of the most amazing maneuvers into an armbar ever seen. The crowd applauds Senator's maneuver. RDK screams in pain and he manages to get his leg on the bottom rope and Senator releases the hold. RAF tells Senator to release the hold but Senator chooses to utilize the five count.

Edison: DISQUALIFY THAT MAN NOW! IMMEDIATELY!

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McNally: He's gonna cost himself the title! Wait, it's Wilcox! What on earth is he doing out here?

WCW storms towards the ring, catching Senator's eye. Senator lets go of RDK and allows him to crumble to the mat for a bit. Wilcox whips out a mic and tries to talk over the very pissed RAF.

WCW: Shut it, Raymond. I have business to conduct here! I will now stand idly by while my client is pretty well being illegally submissioned! Maneuvers like that should be BANNED, Mr. Fleming! BANNED!

Senator tries to grab at WCW, so close to the roes - but just not quite close enough. He yells at the MegaStar Alliance manager...WCW laughs.

WCW: Yeah, that's right! BANNED!

RAF has had about enough. He goes through the ropes and attempts to get WCW to leave on the outside. Senator flaps his hand at Wilcox, and then turns around--

~*WHAM*~

McNally: HE JUST HIT SENATOR WITH THE TITLE!
Edison: Golden oppurtuntiy!

Senator crumples to the mat after having his face smashed in by the golden 24 karat gold plated strap. RDK tosses it to the side and WCW backs off from RAF. Macho goes for the cover and the three count is called:

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*DING*DING*DING*

Philip: Here is your winner....and STILL ACW International Champion...Hollywood Mach!

McNally: Macho stole the match! That title belongs to Senator!

Edison: Ingenious! Macho's fifth defense! This reign will never end!

"Fury" by Muse hits the arena and RDK is tossed his title by WCW on the outside, who then enters the ring. RAF raises RDK's arm but RDK shoves him away so that he can take in the glory of his victory. The boos are in large volume tonight, and RDK just breathes them in...further solidifying his status as one of the top heels in the industry today...

[Fade Out]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Back in the Ring
(Credit: Thunderkiss, Senator)

With the show returning after a commercial break, the ACW audience is, as usual, in a mix of excitement and exhaustion, having cheered their throats raw, and clapped hard enough to have broken minor blood vessels in the hands. Although fatigued, they're still with it enough to rise up and applaud as "Hail to the Chief" airs over the PA system for the second time of the night, and Steve Phillips strides down to the ring. The Senator, although smarting from his earlier loss, wastes no time in confiscating a microphone, and addressing the audience.

The Senator: Hmph, I may have lost to the umpteenth time to Mr. Dallas Kanyon, but that is not why I am back out here, once again!

Phillips, wearing his warmup attire, cracks his neck, and adjusts the collar of his jacket.

Senator: For the last week and a half, I have received obscene correspondences, lewd visits, obnoxious telephone calls, and have incessantly been harassed by an odious individual who is presently residing in this very building. Yes, people, I have suffered losses and setbacks, thanks to this ruffian. I was forced to fire my main secretary, to reorder my mail processing, hire extra security, and even go as far as to explain several embarrassing situations to the local police! Now, you might...

THEY TRY TO TELL YOU
“We don’t belong”
THAT’S ALRIGHT
“We are MILLIONS strong”

THIS IS MY WRESTLING
“It makes us proud”
YOU ARE MY PEOPLE
“We are your crowd”

The fans eat it up while the Senator looks as if his repulsion will cause his stomach to spew forth their contents. Yes, none other than Thunderkiss makes his way out to the entrance ramp, and he's arrived prepared and ready, with his own microphone in hand.

Senator: You! Do you have the faintest notion what these antics have accomplished?

TK: Hmm. Well let me see. In the ring right now I one cranky old man on the verge of a heart attack. To coin a phrase from your “boy,” MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Senator: Cut the chatter, you have forced my hand one too many times...I can handle your idiocy when it is confined to the arena, but not when it affects the lives of the citizens who I am indebted to! I will not tolerate any further interference with my political career! Sure, I remember when you “ran for president” but I want you to get something through your thick, bone encrusted cranium. I am not here because I want to be here. I am here, wrestling because I signed a contract, and furthermore, because I know I owe it to the fans.

TK: Oh, how cute. I know I am one to talk, but when it comes to “owing” the fans, you have a lot more to do than just show up and get your ass kicked by RDK. Speaking of that, do you want to know why you got your ass handed to you by the Macho Puke tonight? Well, Steve, I CANNOT TELL A LIE! You are out of shape. You are rusty. Your focus is not in the ring. In case you can’t put that together, let me do it for ya. You are turning into a G’DAMNED JOKE! Now man up and REALLY give the fans what they want!

Senator: No. Budget meeting after budget meeting, plane trip after plane trip, conflict with the newly crowned President, and a leadership crisis back in the home state are too much. You could not handle any of that if you doubled your intelligence and trained for ten years!

TK: Steve, even I am too honest to be involved in politics. I also do not engage in enough Republican swinger parties. Oh how I know you love that joke! It never goes out of style!

Senator: The fact of the matter is this, I no longer have the energy to put my full effort into politics and wrestling, and I put a higher priority on politics. I still love engaging in my “second career” but I do not have the time to properly train anymore, let alone, to enter into what I would assume to be a heated feud over a whole lot of nothing, not when I have the stake of an entire state, of a vast nation on my desk!

TK: Wow. Just .... wow. I would never thought the day would come when your ego became bigger than my own. Listen to yourself, Steve. Listen to what you are saying, to how you are talking. You’re acting as if you are trying to save the world from the brink of destruction, brother. Well, from my perspective I don’t see Jack Bauer standing before me right now, no, I see just another elected official who doesn’t listen to the voice of the PEOPLE!

Senator: I shall ignore those juvenile comments...and I will say this. If you wish to continue this cold war of insults and instigations, I am left with no other choice....

TK: Ya got that right, cracka’ jack! Because at Genocide, I am going to either make YOU a man again, or write the final chapter in a “once” historic book.

Senator: Incorrect! That would be the Neville Chamberlain route to go, and if history has taught me any lesson, it is that appeasement only leads to more distress! Nay, I will take another course, and that one, as distasteful for myself as it is...is to file for a restraining order. Keep out of my business.

Thunderkiss: And to quote the Kurgan, “You can run, but you can’t hide!”

Thunderkiss’ comment causes the fans to come alive and the Senator frowns at their idiocy. Seeing that he has run into yet another dead end, Thunderkiss retreats to the back knowing full well that he has pushed the Senator to the edge of the cliff. Now he all he needs is just one final shove. The gears inside his brain are already beginning to turn while the Senator’s does the same. However, instead of working on a battle plan like his rival, he is working on an exit strategy. Unfortunately for Phillips, he has not learned that Thunderkiss is prepared to ..

“Smoke him out of his hole, get him running and bring him to justice.”

[FADE]

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Segment: Who you talkin about now?
Credit: Jonny Spade and Dave Shadow

The scene opens up with the Entertainment Champion Dave Shadow talking to some stage hands in a circle in the back. It appears that Dave is in the middle of telling them a story...

Dave: Yeah, so I was sitting there and he walks out with this BIG HUGE…THING that was like THIS.BIG!...

Dave holds his hands out to show the size of the “thing”.

Dave: I mean serious, it was the biggest pe....

Dave stops in mid sentence and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone and see “Withheld” on the screen of his cell phone. He hesitates a little before deciding to pick it up.

Dave: Hello, Dave Shadow speaking. The Entertainment Champion who works night in, night out for your enjoyment.....oh, hey again. Yeah. Yeah. Wait, so....OH...MY....GOD! Yes, I completely understand.

Dave hangs up the phone and then quickly leaves the circle of guys and makes a B line for trying to find someone. After a few moments of wandering in and out between halls he comes across the room he was looking for, with no distinct markings on it. He begins to bang on the door with his fists until it opens, and it appears to be none other than Jonny Spade who opens it.

Jonny looks at Dave who is catching his breath and has a confused look on his face.

Jonny: Dave….what’s up? What’s the matter?

Dave: I…just…*gasp for air*got….call…

Jonny: …From that guy again?

Dave nods.

Dave: I….know….wh--Oh, Spade. You're not going to like this.

Jonny: You know who it is?! Come in! Come in!

Jonny widens the opening of the door so Dave can come in, he’s still slouched over trying to catch his breath as the Entertainment Title belt hangs in his hand behind him. Jonny closes the door once he’s in as the scene closes.

Fades to black.

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"A-salt-ed" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Rattlesnake is seen backstage mind his own business and eating some salty pretzels.

Rattlesnake: Ahh...nothing like some salty pretzels to get your mind off of things.

I wouldn't say it really does, but for argument's sake, it does this time.

??: Well look at what we have here. A scared little snake trying to forget about the humiliation he suffered.

That voice. It was all too familiar. Rattlesnake turns around and sees a familiar face from the past.

Rattlesnake: Well, well, well. If it isn't Cordelia. You're looking rather whorish tonight.

Cordelia scoffs at Rattlesnake's retort to her comment.

Cordelia: You can try to do whatever it takes to forget about how scared you were on Thursday. Everybody saw that puddle of urine you left. How did it feel Rattlesnake? Did it feel like you finally lost you manhood?

Rattlesnake drops the bag of pretzels. He knew why Cordelia showed up. She was the voice of Torak. She always seemed to convey the words Torak was thinking. She was doing it here too without Torak in sight.

Rattlesnake: Now you listen here. I don't know why Torak is doing all of this, but you can be assured that I'm going to start what he finished.

Cordelia: Oh please. You couldn't finish that bag of pretzels.

Rattlesnake: Don't think I can do it? Is that what you're telling me? Is that what you think?

Rattlesnake inches closer to Cordelia. She takes a step back with each step Rattlesnake takes until she's up against a wall.

Rattlesnake: Why don't you give Torak a message from me? You can even tell him it was me, so he doesn't try to scramble his brain trying to figure out who said it. I want Torak to sit comfortably. I want him to kick back and relax. I want him to picture a happy life. Once he's done that, I want you to tell him that the story doesn't end with that. The story ends with his demise. The story ends with the monster slayed. I want you to look into his eyes and tell him that.

Cordelia: I won't do that.

Rattlesnake: Oh you won't?

Rattlesnake pulls his arm back and proceeds to slap Cordelia...or so you thought. When in actuality Rattlesnake grabs Cordelia by the throat. He gets right into her face.

Rattlesnake: I think now you will. Because if you think this is just between Torak and myself, you've got it all wrong. Since you made your presence known a few minutes ago, you volunteered yourself for what Torak is going to get.

Rattlesnake lifts Cordelia up and goes to chokeslam her onto the pavement when Torak grabs his arm. Rattlesnake lets go of Cordelia and gets spun around by Torak. He hoists Rattlesnake up and hits Rattlesnake's own Snakebite onto the pavement. Torak checks on Cordelia to make sure she's okay.

Cordelia: I'm fine. He didn't do anything to me.

Torak helps Cordelia up. They both look down at Rattlesnake.

Cordelia: No Rattlesnake, the end to this story is that the hero falls to the monster.

Cordelia and Torak leave as Rattlesnake starts to stir, coughing and very pissed off.

Fade.

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Visitors Allowed
Jack Jefferson


There is nothing worse than sitting around with nothing to do and nowhere to go. Even worse is when you’re sitting around with nothing to do but places to go and being unable to go there. That is the situation Jack Jefferson finds himself in currently. Last night he was thrown off the ACW Memorial Bridge and into the icy water below. He was in the water for nearly half an hour before he was found and when he was eventually scooped out of the water he was half dead. Really, he should be extremely grateful he’s still alive and enjoying everything life has to offer. Instead he’s stuck in a hospital bed being prodded and poked by doctors and nurses. Currently, Dr. Rosenthal is examining him but Jack cannot be bothered with it.

Jefferson: Look doc, you examined me last night and this morning. Why do you need to examine me again?

Dr. Rosenthal: Well Mr. Jefferson...

Jefferson: Call me Jack.

Dr. Rosenthal: Well Jack, as I’ve already explained to you, last night your body went into anaphylactic shock, this can be very serious and you’re lucky that you’re in such good physical shape.

Jefferson: Trust me doc, luck has fuck all to do with it!

Dr. Rosenthal: Yes, I’m sure. Anyway, as I was saying, the body can often become distressed when such things occur and this can affect you adversely in many different ways.

Jefferson: And is it?

Dr. Rosenthal: Not currently, no. You’ve been very lucky so far.

Jefferson: So why exactly am I still here?

Dr. Rosenthal: Well, unfortunately, things triggered by the anaphylactic shock might not have any effect on the body for a long time but if these effects get missed or go untreated it can prove to be fatal. That’s why I’ve decided to keep you in overnight for observation. If everything looks good in the morning I’ll allow you to leave.

Jefferson: In the morning? Christ, can’t I just go now? It was only a little swim in the river, I’m fine now.

Dr. Rosenthal: It was not just a “little dip in the river” as you so eloquently put it – you nearly died Mr. Jefferson – Jack – you’re lucky to be alive and I want to keep it that way. Now, it’s essential you rest so I’ll leave you to it. I’ll see you in the morning for another check-up then hopefully you’ll be on your way.

Jefferson: Fine, see ya tomorrow doc.

After jotting a few notes down on Jefferson’s chart, Dr. Rosenthal smiles at his patient and then walks out of the door to go see the rest of the many patients under his care. This leaves Jefferson alone again with only his thoughts for company. As he stares aimlessly at the ceiling it’s difficult to tell exactly what’s going through his mind. He is undoubtedly replaying last night’s events in his head and there is no doubt about the fact he’s thinking about what he can do to get his revenge on ACW’s current World Champion. His thought process is broken, however, as a familiar voice is hear.

??: Oi, dickhead! You allowed visitors yet or do they need to do a colonoscopy first?

Jack smiles as his focus changes from the ceiling tiles to the face of his brother popping around his door. BJ Jefferson chuckles at his joke, seemingly in high spirits.

Jefferson: Haha, funny guy. Shut the fuck up and get in here. I’m bored out of my skull being stuck in this bed. Doc won’t let me leave either – says I gotta stay in for observations.

BJ: Gutted, probably for the best though. Just gimme a sec.

BJ’s head disappears from sight and he can be heard shouting “He’s allowed visitors, it’s fine” down the corridor. He then walks into the room, still looking extremely cheery.

Jefferson: You got the guys with ya?

BJ: Nah, they said they’d pop by sometime soon though. Tell ya what, they’re both pissed off as fuck about this!

Jefferson: Can’t say I’m exactly thrilled about it either. If you’ve not got the boys with ya then who were you shouting to?

As if to answer Jack’s question the door opens again and an older woman, around the age of 50 walks into the room. She wears an extremely worried expression on her face and instead of taking one of the spare seats she stands, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

Jefferson: Hey Mum, it’s been a while. Dad not with ya?

Momma Jefferson: He’s waiting in the car, so I can’t stay long.

Jefferson: Figures. What do you want exactly?

BJ: Woah! Calm yourself down, she’s only come to see how her eldest son’s doing after he nearly fucking died...

Momma Jefferson: Language!

BJ: Er...nearly flippin’ died! Anyway, let’s not open up old wounds, eh? Just be happy to have something else to do but stare at the ceiling!

Jefferson: Yeah, you’re right. Don’t look so nervous Mum, I’m fine. Only reason I’m still here is because the Doctor wants to keep me in for observations. Take a seat though, it’s annoying when people stand over you!

She perches on the edge of the chair next to BJ, but doesn’t allow herself to sit back into it properly.

Momma Jefferson: Well it’s great to hear that you’re okay, and don’t complain too much – the Doctor’s only doing his job. Anyway, I’d better be off, Dad’s got the engine running and you know what the price of petrol’s like nowadays. Just wanted to say that sometime next week, probably Tuesday. I’m going to do a roast and I’d love it if you could come, it’s been such a long time since you ate at our house and you don’t want to be cooking for yourself when you’re not well.

Jefferson: Told you Mum, I’m fine! Look, I’ll think about it but I’m not making any promises.

Momma Jefferson: Please do, I miss having you around for dinner.

Jefferson: I know, but I doubt he does. Tell him thanks for coming to check on me by the way!

Momma Jefferson: There’s no need for the sarcasm and I hope you won’t be in this mood when you come round. Well, I’d better get going and leave you to rest. Try and get some sleep, it’ll do you the world of good.

Jefferson: Yeah, will do. Thanks for stopping by, you too BJ.

The two brothers embrace and then Jack’s mother hugs him before she and BJ leave the room, once again leaving Jack on his own. The familiar look of boredom returns and he slumps back down on his pillow, closing his eyes. Who knows – maybe he’ll sleep for ages and time will fly by?

Fade to Black

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Segment: It’s Return
Credit: Road Steelers: Steele / Train

In a world filled with winners and losers…

Cut to clips of various ACW superstars, from Thunderkiss to Jason Freeman to Macho Man RDK to Scott Andrews to even a quick clip of Alicia Kitsune.

Two men have risen above them all…

Cut to a clip of Jake Steele and Thunder Train holding up the Tag Titles, then Jake Steele with International Title and a shot of Thunder Train with the Entertainment Title.

To give you the return of the emmy, grammy, and oscar nominated show…

THE COOKIE SHEET!

Cut to Jake Steele and Thunder Train sitting in two director styled movie chairs. Steele has the World Title over his shoulder, and Train has a big ass sandwich in his hand. They both have cheesy, yet cocky smiles on as they advertise.

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Steele: It’s time for da palace of money to re-open, so dat all of my raging fans can see what they been missin’…

Train: OM NOM NOM!

Train gobbles up the sandwich whole as Steele just shakes his head slowly up and down, waiting for Train to say something.

Train: …

Steele: …

…

Steele: You gonna advertise sometime soon, Train?

Train: OH! *deepens voice* People will be eaten… and somewhere, Thunderkiss will be looking for someone to replace JOYTOY… at a Middle School...I believe he is looking for someone named Nick....not sure....but I think that would be the person.

Steele: No one is safe… because no one is as good as us.

Train: Hey Steele, I just realized something.

Steele: What?

Train: I think I may have more lines then you this time. Usually you do all the talking and I just sit in the back round with a goofy ass smile on my face like I'm day dreaming or something. But things have finally changed here! And I believe it's for the better. Now, what is that thing we had to do...

Train and Steele nod to each other with a smile as they formally announce what we’ve all been waiting for…

Both: THE COOKIE SHEET, BE ENVIOUS!

A logo for the Cookie Sheet flashes across the screen, with the date under it.

“March 28th, 2009. Genocide.”

As we begin to fade, we can hear Train and Steele talking…

Thunder Train: Hey Steele, wanna hear a joke?

Steele: Sure, man.

Thunder Train: Jason Freeman.

Steele: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

FADE