Genocide: Reloaded

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Match 5: Weapons of Choice Match
Danny Mainer vs Chris Phenomenal (Credit: Danny Mainer)

MATCH: Chris Phenomenal VS Danny Mainer
Credit: Chris Phenomenal + Danny Mainer

”Closer” by Nine Inch Nails hits as Danny steps out of the curtain to a loud booing. He makes his way down to the ring with little fuss as people heckle him and call him names but he refuses to acknowledge and he refuses to care. He vaults over the top rope into the ring and raises one arm up dramatically which gets a pop from some of the MainerManiacs.

“Superstars” by Jim Jones hits as Chris Phenomenal steps out of the curtain sporting his weapon of choice, Brass Plates on his hands. The crowd are going mental even though he’s a heel and the giant, deadly machine walks to the ring. He climbs into the ring and stares Mainer dead in the face waiting and preparing for the match. It’s intensity in ten cities as the crowd finally dies down.

The bell rings as the two men stare each other dead in the eye. Chris Phenomenal has not yet gone crazy and Mainer hasn’t started barking like an animal. Chris clenches his fist as he gets a nice hard grip on the custom knuckle plates and begins to shadowbox not taking his eyes off of the crafty Danny Mainer for one second. The crowd egg them on like animals and Danny realizing that he wouldn’t last a fight with this well-armed giant plays the evasive game immediately stopping, dropping and rolling his way out from under the rope with Chris in hot pursuit after him. Danny turns the corner around the ring-post before ducking under the ring. Chris spins around the corner and leans down to grab him but Mainer comes out on the other side of the ring post jumping Chris with a big-ass dropkick sending his head clattering audibly into some random metal object underneath the ring.

Edison: ”That didn’t sound pleasant Maxy! His head musta’ hit somethin’ ‘cause I could hear it from here!”

McNally: ”You know it! Now Mainer’s gonna’ capitalize on his distraction and start the early goings!”

Danny then drags Chris’s leg and pulls him out from under the ring but as soon as his upper-half is visible Chris twists onto his back and swings at Mainer connecting dead-on with a brutal right hook with the knuckle plates. Danny crashes into the turnbuckle barrier and slumps down with a glazed look in his eye as Chris rolls onto his front into the missionary position before bouncing up to his feet bringing up his guard as he prepares to box Danny into unconsciousness. Chris towers over Danny and grabs locks of his hair having him well cornered in the guard rail, sending a message as he delivers repeated wicked blows to the forehead of Danny with the brass plates making their mark in his forehead. Danny could bring up a guard but just doesn’t as he counts the rhythm of his adversaries strikes at about one punch a second.

McNally: ”Block him Danny! You could easily counter this assault but you’re letting him wail on ya’ like he’s Apollo Creed!”

Edison: ”Don’t be silly, why would a golfer want to beat ANYONE up, much less a psychopath?”{/color]

McNally: ”Correct actor but wrong character and wrong film Eddie.”

In the gap between the third and fourth strike Danny lunges up headfirst between Chris’s legs and attempts to haul his fat ass over the crowd barrier with a back body drop. The shock of his attempt allows Chris to be slowly thrown over the crowd barrier but not without him wrapping his legs around Danny’s neck and dragging him over with him leading to a slow, sloppy and painful mess into the crowd. The crowd themselves cheer as they try and pull the Phenomenal/Mainer tangle apart. Security gets involved pulling the crowd from the superstars as Danny and Phenomenal now quickly get to their feet. Danny vaults over the rail back into the ring-side section and Phenomenal chases after him. Phenomenal leans over to grab Danny but Danny side-steps and leaps up for a REALLY early PSYCHO HOLIDAY! but although Phenomenal gets rib-bashed by the rail he keeps his footing and Mainer lands on his back.

Edison: ”Oh my God! That woulda’ been lethal but I don’t think it actually hit Phenomenal!”

McNally: ”Phenomenal got caught in the ribs, nothing fatal though. Mainer got the worst off, landing on his ass like that right within range of Phenomenal.”

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And indeed that does prove to be the case, Phenomenal grabs Mainer in the fallaway slam position and deadlifts him straight from the ground showing his incredible strength as he then proceeds to climb into ring side without putting him down. Mainer struggles helplessly as Phenomenal turns his back on the ring post and squats down as low as he can, so low that Mainer is almost touching the floor before jumping backwards and launching Mainer for what would be miles with a Fallway Slam however even at breakneck speed the obstruction of the ring post makes for one hell of a collision and road-block and Mainer slams into it at full speed with a sickening snap as the crowd wince in pain. Danny rolls around shrieking like a cat with its balls in a vice as Chris laughs at his suffering. Chris then gets up and advances on him yet again.

McNally: ”What a sickly move! Talk about chilling, how the Hell can ANYONE much less someone as small as Danny Mainer survive all that strength? I think he might just have had his back broken into splinters!”

Edison: ”Listen to his yelps and his screams. He sounds like my ex-wife in heat!”

McNally: ”Charming Eddie, charming.”

Chris scoops Mainer up yet again in the Fallaway Slam position but instead of playing bale throwing with the broken Mainer he walks over to the guard rail and throws him up onto the shoulders showing off that huge strength of his and his raw, aggressive, street brawling power. Chris then lifts up Danny into The Military Press position showing some shades of Goldberg or Steiner with the power held by few but envied by one hundred. Phenomenal pushes him up and down in the air with seemingly zero effort before charging forward and sending him powering into about fifteen different members of the crowd all of them hitting the deck because of Danny crashing on top of them. Danny groans as the security guards haul his ass off of the victims of his crashing down. Phenomenal then slaps his chest and raised a knuckle-plated fist in the air to the delight of the crowd.

Edison: ”OH MY GOD! Mainer is getting decimated in the early goings!”

McNally: ”What will happen next?”

Mainer nips up to his feet as Chris watches him not wanting to go out into the major danger zone of the crowd. Danny charges through the audience towards the crowd rail before vaulting it and leaping up a good ten feet into the air before descending on Chris with a MASSIVE Double Axe Handle. Phenomenal crumples like a tin can and Dan rolls off to one side to try and recover, heading under the ring to find one of his many copies of the same weapon of choice. He gets a table and drags it out, unfolding it and flipping it up between the announcers tables and ring-side. Phenomenal crawls up to his feet and seeing Mainer setting up his weapon he runs in from the side with a boot to the gut. Phenomenal grabs Danny’s head and slams it onto the table once and attempted a second time but Danny put his hands out and hits a fore-arm slap to the chest.

McNally: ”Brutal! Just brutal! These two are absolutely demolishing each other for pride and glory here tonight! That double axe handle was absolutely skull-crushing stuff and now Phenomenal is trying to break his face on that wooden table! What’s to come next?!”

Edison: ”I dunno but I’m not shouting Dangerous ‘til I’m sure this match is over!”

Chris returns with a wicked right brass plate but Danny grabs it and sinks his teeth into the hand of Phenomenal. Phenomenal screams in pain releasing his grip as Danny unslips the brass plates from his hand and lobs it into the audience removing one of his two weapons. Danny then grabs Phenomenal by his head with both hands and pulls him down into a Muay Thai Rising Knee Strike heavily disorientating him as his knee smashes into his face. Chris wobbles as Danny, the master of the arm twists into a Wrist-Lock and prises apart the brass plate from his finger. Danny launches the second brass knuckle into the waiting hands of someone who will no doubt sell it on eBay. Danny then grabs Chris by his head yet again and slams his face onto the table and pushes him over the edge so he’s lying across it. Mainer then leaps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring as he rallies up the crowd by pointing to the ceiling.

McNally: ”These two are brawling to put the other through that table! It can only end with blood! Now, Mainer has the advantage and Chris is over that table! The table can barely hold his enormous frame and well, I can only imagine the pain that Mainer plans to inflict on his poor victim.”

Edison: ”The Psycho Butcher is about to do something crazy as balls and Phenomenal doesn’t appear to be moving, he ain’t doing jack!”

Chris lies blissfully unaware and dazed over the table as Danny grabs the rope with both hands before flinging himself over with a front-flip. It all seems to happen in slow-motion as Danny glides gracefully and smoothly over the ring-side section hitting Chris dead-on with a double stomp to the back. The table splinters and rots away as it falls apart with Chris breaking straight through it. Mainer repeats the hop and flies onto the announce table hitting a crash-landing forward roll flying into Edison and knocking his leather chair right over. Phenomenal lies in ruin as the table makes a V shape either side of his body and thousands of splinters stab into his stomach with an immense pain in his ribs. Mainer lies in a heap on top of Edison. The crowd woop and roar as they observe the effects of what can only be called a Suicida Double Stomp through the table, both men being destroyed by it. At ring-side it looks like a bomb has gone off and it feels like it too as the effects of a headache hit Mainer and what may be a broken rib hits Phenomenal.

McNally: ”For those at home that blinked, Danny Mainer just catapulted over the top rope and double foot stomped Chris Phenomenal through a table face down and in the recoil he took out my broadcasting partner Eddie Edison! Both men are now lying on the floor next to me, Danny doesn’t seem to be moving and nor does Eddie and Chris Phenomenal is about as ready to fight as an iguana in Siberia! I’ll be calling this one alone now ladies and gentlemen!”

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From the tomb of leather, sweaty man with red hair and pain Danny Mainer crawls out alongside the table as Chris rolls onto his back puffing and panting heavily in pure exhaustion. Danny using the table slowly hoists himself up to his feet as his head bangs after the collision with Eddie. Danny adjusts his ring trunks and then reaches under the ring for a secret weapon of which was not originally planned in the match description. He draws a pair of handcuffs and holds them up high for the audience to see which in return fire their hatred on Danny Mainer by calling him an asshole and a faggot. Danny ignores them and tucks one of the cuff into the waist of his trunks and then he grabs Phenomenal and slumps him up against the ring post. Danny then handcuffs him to the post and starts to wail on him with a series of clubbing left and rights treating him like a punching bag.

McNally: ”Well this is just difficult to watch! He’s got those handcuffs and now Chris is chained to the ring-post! He’s going crazy fast with those punches and Phenomenal is defenceless until he either blacks out or taps out. I don’t even know if he’s conscious after that table spot!”

Edison: ”Zzzzz.... zzzzz…. Zzzz…. LIQUID! Zzzz…. Zzz… zzzz…”

Danny then cuts the jesting punches and starts to deliver kickboxing kicks to the gut and chest sapping away the energy and the fight from the monster as the crowd boo him. Danny hits a few left and right punches in a sequence before lashing him across the face with a shin kick. Phenomenal falls to his knees as a shot of blood dribbles out of the corner of his mouth. Mainer continues to brutalize his giant foe yet unbeknownst to Mainer a deep power is emerging from within the mind of Phenomenal. Like a volcano, it quickly builds up its power intensifying more and more with each punch and kick that Mainer hits until soon like St. Helens it explodes and he jumps into life as he stretches his arms, the sharp metal cutting into his wrists as the chains snap on the handcuffs. Danny yells in shock and a meteor-like right hand slams into the surface of Danny’s face. Chris then grabs his head and launches him face-first into the ring post sending blood splattering everywhere as a huge gash is opened up on Mainer’s forehead.

McNally: ”Sweet Muhammad! That was insane, he just broke free of those handcuffs and now he’s giving Mainer the most painful beat down I’ve seen in a long time! Can you see all that blood?!?!”

Chris then grabs Mainer and launches him with inhumane strength from one ring post to another sending him crashing shoulder first into the steel steps with so much force that the entire ring shakes. Chris follows his prey who lies broken on the floor and he grabs him launching him into the ring. Chris grabs the table and walks around to the other side of the ring where he sets it up by the entrance way while Mainer lies on the mat a bloody mess gargling on his own crimson. Chris then grabs a petrol can from under the ring and soaks the table in it as shades of Foley/Edge begin to occur. Though the blatant ending stealing has yet to take fruition the oil soon soaks into the wooden table and Chris, still powered only by aggression walks to the steel steps and roots his fingers underneath them before ripping them from their rooting into the floor and sending them flipping off into the distance. Chris then reaches down and in the space where the steps were are two replacement knuckle plates.

Chris Phenomenal: ”I’ma fuckin’ kill you Mainer!”

McNally: ”Oh my God!!! Mainer threw his brass knuckles out but Phenomenal came prepared with some back-ups! Just look at that glint in his eye! He’s about to destroy The Jester and The Butcher mercilessly!!!”

Back in the ring, Chris climbs over Danny and with the knuckle plates on brings the fist down on his face like thunder brutally and repeatedly several times before pressing down both shoulders. The referee slides to make a quick count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Phenomenal then hooks both legs and rolls Mainer onto his shoulders again registering another pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT!

Somehow, Mainer manages to kick out of both attempts so Phenomenal takes the brass plates and takes the sharp edge rubbing it into Mainer’s open wound as blood begins to make a dark ring around his right eye with his face feeling like it’s on fire.

McNally: ”Oh my! This is getting ugly! How can this one end?!”

Chris grabs Danny and pulls him to his feet before launching him over the top rope near the table as Mainer dazily tries to remember what his name is. He holds up the knuckle plates high in the air as the crowd scream for more. Chris then produces a lighter from his jeans and flicks it up to the pleasure of the audience who cry for more. He lobs the lighter at the table which rushes up in big, several feet high flames as Chris then begins to bounce back and forth along the ropes waiting to see if Danny tries to move but still he sleepily stands there as if he awaits his fate. Chris sprints back and forth between the two sets of ring ropes that Danny is not leaning against or the opposite one until he hits his full speed. He turns and runs into the ropes opposite Danny as the flames continue to soar high. Shades of Clark Kent on the way, Chris from about half-way across the ring leaps forward with his arm extended ready to plant them into his foe and give him a grizzly ending to this morbid match.

McNally: ”LOOK OUT!!!”

Chris soars through the air in slow-motion his arm outstretched as his momentum brings him sailing towards his target but out of the corner of his eye he notices Raymond King sprinting along the apron. Chris’s eye widen in shock as the old psychiatrist in an act of total sacrifice launches into Mainer and sends him flying off the apron and in a heap on the floor putting himself right in the firing line. The fist connects right to his forehead causing the wrinkles to gash as he falls backwards into the flaming table behind him crashing in a blaze of glory as Mainer gathers his senses and attempts to flee from the ring. Chris doesn’t stick around to survey the damage of Ray as he goes in pursuit of Mainer.

Edison: ”DANGEERRRROOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”

McNally: ”That poor man just got nailed right between the eyes and put through the table! MY LORD WHT AN IMPACT!!!”

Both competitors have abandoned the arena as Mainer hits the road and heads behind the curtain to the shock of the crowd. The screen fades to black on EMT’s surrounding the fallen Raymond King who lies extinguished on the floor still breathing but unconscious. Phillip Jones looks confused and so does the referee, with no signs of either man coming back the referee calls for the bell.

Phillip Jones: ”Due to both men abandoning the ring the referee has no other choice but to call this match a draw!”

FADE

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”Curtain Call”
Credit: Danny Mainer

After commercial break we’re shown backstage where Danny Mainer is heading up a long-ass stairwell as he sprints at top gear, his heart beating like a jackhammer and sweat dripping like the women in the audience watching Mainer working up a sweat. He’s exhausted from his brutal encounter with Chris Phenomenal but well and truly it’s only just beginning as the sound of his heart beating in his ears act as his only guide out of here. In the ACW Arena the stairwells only leads up to the roof and out into the open air of the ACW Island night sky which in this time of year is freezing cold and snowing at this stage. On the way up the stairs Mainer has found himself a red headband which is tied around underneath his hair.

Behind him, taking three steps at a time Chris is launching his way up the stairs using the banister to catapult his way up the top with absolute hatred running through his mind as he tries to search for and destroy Danny Mainer with a glock clasped in his right hand his finger burning for the trigger. He vaults around the corners firing bullets as he snaps after Mainer ready to break him into pieces blissfully unaware he’s being lead into a trap. Danny continues to run like the graceful gazelle that he is unarmed and practically dead if Phenomenal catches him. Mainer reaching the top of the last set of steps launches his shoulder through the fire-escape door blasting it open and sprinting out into the cool air of the night sky. Danny vaults over a brick wall and ducks behind it as another bullet whizzes over his head. To his left where he landed is a briefcase which he quickly opens and whips out his modified AK-47. He turns and with one eye to the laser sight he fires down the stairs where Phenomenal is about to run.

RATATATATATAT!

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The bloody laceration doesn’t hinder his aim but Phenomenal dropping to a crouching position does. Mainer charges to the right and ducks behind an air vent as he runs out of bullets in his clip. He quickly stuffs another cartridge in and prepares for another round as Phenomenal sprints out the door and dives behind a chimney for cover taking pot-shots in the hope of hitting Mainer. All of them miss and when the rain of bullets stops from Chris’s glock Mainer turns around and takes quick bursts to keep his accuracy cool but all of them hit shadows and ghosts. Behind Mainer and along the roof are a series of triangle-roofs which Mainer uses in his bid to escape the insanely angry Chris Phenomenal. Mainer gets up from his cover and sprints firing bullets behind him to keep himself covered as he goes up and down along them. Chris chases after him and fires several bullets after him which narrowly miss him as he moves up and down along with the surface of the roof.

Danny Mainer: ”CATCH ME BIG BOY!”

Chris Phenomenal: ”I’m GONNA’ KILL YOU!”

At the end of the series of up and down roofs is a ladder leading to the next roof down and an air-vent. Mainer quickly leaps onto the ladder and glides down firing bullets up towards Chris who baseball slides to duck them. Mainer then continues to run as Chris gets up and leaps down to the next roof barrel-rolling to break his fall of about five feet firing his glock after Mainer wildly through the air. Mainer fires some more bullets behind him as he runs backwards towards the edge of the next roof. Chris ducks and dodges the heavy machine gun fire as Mainer increases his lead on Phenomenal. Danny running backwards cockily fires wildly into the air with no real aim but he doesn’t notice the black cat which has made its home on the roof of the building.

He slips and trips as his AK flies from his grip a good distance away from Mainer. Quickly regaining his senses, Danny scrambles for the gun but a bullet buries itself in the ground mere millimetres from his arm as he reaches for the AK-47. A gun pointed at his chest, Mainer shrinks back on the defensive as Chris pockets his glock and picks up Mainer’s assault rifle pointing the gun at him. Chris steps back getting a good bit of distance but not so much he can plan his escape. Danny can see straight up the barrel of the gun as Phenomenals finger curls around the trigger. Danny scrambles to his feet with both hands up to Chris who seems to have very little stopping him from shooting him.

Danny Mainer: ”Listen Chris, do you honestly think you can justify shooting me now? After everything we’ve put each other through do you really think it’s worth putting a bullet in my head just for pride and glories sake?”

Chris Phenomenal: ”Yup.”

Danny Mainer: ”Oh come on! I didn’t do anything worth this shit! Is this about your place? I fucked up your pad, so what! Big deal. Property isn’t safe in the wrestling world and besides, you’re paid more then me. Surely you should know good money by now, it can’t have been that much to replace! Hell if it’s money you want I can cut you in on some cash!”

Chris Phenomenal: “You just don‘t get it do you, just because you‘ve shunned everyone who has ever loved you doesn‘t mean we all have. You took something from me that can‘t be replaced, you just didn‘t destroy a photograph Mainer, you destroyed everything I worked for with one clip of the scissors. I can‘t let you off this roof, not until I see you grovelling in pain, not until I get retribution.”

Danny Mainer: ”You, you think you’re a smart motherfucker don’t you? But you’re wrong, you can’t shoot me. You’ve got my gun and you’ve got the intensity but you’re just like me when I came face to face with Thunderkiss. That man pushed me to the edge and even I couldn’t bring myself to finish the job. You on the other hand? You don’t have half the shit I did with Aiden, you’re just a man who thinks his nuts are as big as tennis balls as you listen to Slayer thinking you’re the man. You’re no real Superman. You’re a GUTLESS. COWARD. Go ahead, shoot me. I fucking dare you. You’re not rotting away the rest of your life ‘cause of some fuckin’ idiot who got in your grill. You’re not worth the bullets.”

Chris aims the gun and the laser sight marks right between the eyes of Danny Mainer who stares him dead on not afraid of the death that surely awaits him. His finger tenses around the trigger but just when it seems like he’ll do it that old familiar voice props up into his head, that of his ex-love. The one that plays the good to his bad, the peace to his chaos, the Kim to his Eminem. Chris can’t take it and he throws the gun off the roof as the sound of helicopters arise. A spotlight hits both men and a voice beckons from the overhead helicopter.

Police Copter: “WARNING, WARNING, THIS IS THE ACWPD. DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET ON THE GROUND OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”

Danny and Chris do as told giving themselves into the police as Chairman Gingerdude runs up along the roof to catch up with them looking absolutely livid. The gunfight ends with both men on the floor and with armed men descending from the helicopter to arrest them. The gunfight is over and both men are quickly whistled off to police cells as the screen turns to black while Gingerdude’s night goes from bad to worse as he is interviewed by an officer.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: I Spy, Part 1 (Credit: Lee)

After taking a quick nap, Lee Homicide is awakened by the sound of his door opening. Groggily, he tries to make out the figures that have entered his room. After shaking the cobwebs loose, Lee sits up and stares strangely at three men who have entered his hospital room. The men are all dressed in black, complete with sunglasses. Sunglasses inside? Whatever. Lee takes a second to glance at all three men, waiting for someone to announce themselves or something, anything.

Lee: Guys, this better be good, because I was in the middle of a wonderful dream that starred myself and Alicia Kitsune. We were on a beach, and clothes were outlawed. You do the math.

None of the men so much as move a muscle. Lee shrugs his shoulders. Maybe women weren’t really their thing. Finally one of the men moves forward and places a manila folder on Lee’s lap before speaking.

Special Agent #1: Lee Homicide, we’ve been watching you, and the President needs your help.

Lee: Barack needs my help? With what?!

Special Agent #1: Like I said sir, this is a matter of national security. The fate of the free world could rest in your hands. Are you up to the task?

Lee can’t believe what’s going on. Just a few days ago, he was in one of the most brutal matches of his career. Now he’s being summoned by the President himself to save the damn world.

Lee: Um, sure. Why not? What exactly do you fellas want me to do, though?

Special Agent #2: We understand that you and the company Alpha Championship Wrestling are putting on a show in a day or so. Now, one of the world’s foremost diabolical minds is also a wrestling fan. What we need you to do is get in good with Kim Jong-il, the dictator of North Korea. We believe that at the ACW Arena, he will be trying to broker a deal that will set into motion a plan of global domination.

Lee: You’ve got to be kidding me. How the hell am I supposed to stop some Korean midget from taking over the world? I’m a wrestler, not a spy. I’m not here to play James Bond, although I would make a great bond. “Homicide. Lee Homicide.” Nice ring to it, huh? But really, how am I even supposed to find the guy? Do I look like I’m in any condition to go and save the world? You couldn’t have found anyone more suited for this type of thing? I think Thunderkiss enjoys playing dress up. You should go find him.

Special Agent #2: Lee Homicide! We don’t have time for all this back and forth. The President specifically asked for you. You don’t really have a choice here. We have ways of making you see things our way. You really don’t want to go that route. And, of course, we don’t expect you to do all of this on your own. We have someone that you will be working with. Here he is...

Lee: Owen Wilson?! This guy is an actor! Is this some type of joke?! I really don’t have time for these practical jokes. I swear to God I’ll kill Steele if he’s behind this.

Special Agent #1: This is no joke, Lee Homicide. Owen here really is a secret agent, that movie “I Spy” was just a cover. We needed to make sure that nobody really found out his identity so we made that movie. He is actually the man responsible for the level of tranquility in the world today.

Lee: Tranquility? Have you not seen the Middle East?

The special agents give each other awkward looks before shrugging their shoulders.

Special Agent #1: You’re missing the point here. Owen is the top spy in the world, and if the two of you work together, I know that you will be able to pull this off. So we need you to get up out of this bed and get to work.

Lee:
Fine, but can I at least put some pants on?

Camera pans out to reveal Lee dressed in only a white wife beater and his Spongebob Squarepants boxers.

Fade.

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”Bail Money”
Credit: Danny Mainer

The cold, dank prison cell of ACW Island is the residence of Danny Mainer for the night as he awaits what will probably be a long series of legal events after the shootings atop the ACW Island Rooftops. Chris has been carted off to do a different station for the boys in blues worry of a fight between the two. Danny is sat in deep thought on the bench while a hollow shell of a man lies curled up in a corner next to him wrapped up in a dirty brown blanket and a top hat and a monocle clutching desperately onto a glass bottle as he snoozes his life away no doubt being here for drunk and disorderly behaviour. The drunk will probably get done for assault of a police officer and public disruption but Danny has a lot to answer for, namely attempted murder and owning a firearm without license.

Danny pulls a small book out of his trouser pocket entitled “The SAS Survival Guide” and he begins to leaf casually through the chapter on Insect Bites as he awaits Raymond King to post bail and get the Hell out of here. He’d been here for a couple of hours now but it felt like weeks to the easily bored Mainer who is fascinated by the idea of now cauterising wounds with a lighter. There was the sound of heavy foot steps clanking down the steps to the cells as three police officers armed with SMG’s turned up to Mainer’s cell with an unexpected guest. Raymond King hadn’t posted bail for Danny at all. Chairman Gingerdude stood out the cell, his arms folded and in a powerful stance as he glared at Danny with evil, angry eyes.

Chairman Gingerdude: ”Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just let you rot in here Dan. You’ve tried my patience and blown every last nerve in my body! I physically can’t stand you anymore! I have had enough of your horse shit. Dan, you can’t run around like you own the place and if it weren’t for that unsackable clause in your contract you’d have been in your words “sent packin’” back to Vegas a long-arse time ago! Do you have any idea, any idea AT ALL how much paperwork I have to do now?! Do you have any idea how much you’ve damaged not just my reputation but that of the company?! The fact that you even own an assault rifle is questionable enough, the fact that you went ahead and fired it on the roof tops is just… incomprehensibly horrible! So come Dan, gimme your reason for it. I’ve been spending YEARS now working on getting our employee safety reputation to a five star standard. People thought I took good care of my roster and now? Now? Well, reputation is harder to build then it is destroy. What do you have to say for yourself you monster?”

Danny looks up at Gingerdude who is going as red in the face, flushed with anger as his hair. His fists are clenched and if it weren’t for the armed escorts around him, he’d jump in there and batter him himself. Danny stares Ginger right in the eye for about three seconds before returning to his book again further testing the patience of The Chairman.

Chairman Gingerdude: ”Oh so that’s your g-“

TIGER UPPERCUT! Danny launches towards the cell wall gripping onto the bars and pushing his face up against the metal causing Gingerdude to jump back in recoil and even give the lead security guard a little shake. This all happens in one fluid motion and Danny interrupts Ginger.

Danny Mainer: ”THAT clown had a gun! You honestly expect a man of my calibre and… well I’d say wealth but that would be horseshit so instead I’ll say “connections” to not have a back-up plan? You say I’m damaging your companies safety reputation but I don’t think it’s entirely fair to pin the blame on ol’ muggins Danny. Chris had just as much if not MORE to do with it. He used a pistol like a fucking shuriken and threw it at me hitting me square between the eyes. Could you imagine what would have happened if that gun had fired due to the impact? I’d be like David Caurso’s career, ready to die! Not only was he the first person to produce a fire-arm, he also was the first to fire it at me. I ran up the stairs fleeing him and his fire-arm and he attempted to unload several clips into my back before I returned fire. If you even THINK of saying that it’s not the right way to deal with things and that you’d have done it differently, you’re full of shit because you are TWICE the pussy I am.”

Chairman Gingerdude: ”You were reckless, dangerous, irresponsible and insane. I have half a mind to pay out of my OWN wallet twice the money that you were bailed out on to keep you in here for the rest of your life you sub-human scumbag!”

Danny’s eyes widen in shock as it dawns on him. If Gingerdude didn’t pay bail, who did?

Danny Mainer: ”Wait. You didn’t pay bail?”

Chairman Gingerdude: “No, I wouldn’t pay your bail Dan. I’d quite have enjoyed watching you suffer with Harry the Hobo over there, drunk out of his skull and with more STI’s then a Scouse accountant.”

Danny Mainer: ”Then, who the Hell did?”

Chairman Gingerdude: “Not the foggiest Dan and I could care less to be honest. I’m only here because they required someone to escort you and Ray isn’t anywhere to be found. He’s probably out at Tesco’s trying to pick up Desperate Housewives season two, Charlotte said she saw that redheaded slag of yours jog on downtown to go meet some mates and Charlotte herself is conducting on interviews.”

What on earth? Who’d post bail for Danny and then not stick around to take credit? This is such a shock to Danny, so much so that he hasn’t even taken the opportunity to turn Gingerdude’s “redheaded slag” line into a witty yet unoriginal pun about his mum. The three armed men open the cell door and Danny leaves pocketing his SAS Survival Guide. The two then share that long awkward walk towards the stairs as the screen fades to black. Who DID post bail for Mainer and why? Well, you’ll find out near the end of the night.

FADE

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

*NEW*

Match 6: Legalized Murder Match
Scott Andrews vs. Angelus Kincaid (Credit: Scott)

The next match not only puts one of ACW’s favorite superstars in danger, but there is an opportunity for Scott to avenge his fathers death. Scott knows that he has to win this match, or all his effort so far will have been in vain. Angelus knows what he’s done, and Scott knows what needs to be done. Let’s head out to the ring.

The arena is in anticipation as well as in complete fear. Only a select group of people have ever witnessed a Legalized Murder Match live and the fans at the Genesis PPV have cemented their place in ACW history. The eerie atmosphere only gets more chilling as Dimmu Borgir’s “Progenies of the Great Apocalypse” begins playing and the arena is thrust into darkness. A large, imposing silhouette appears behind flashing lights on the entrance ramp as smaller figures rally around him. Angelus eventually comes into the eye of the audience as the lights flash brighter, and the group of people around him are security guards, making sure he stays in his handcuffs.

Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a Legalized Murder Match! Falls count anywhere, there are no disqualifications, and if Angelus Kincaid is to lose this match, his opponent may choose to legally kill him on the spot. This match is sanctioned by the ACW Island Police Department. Introducing first, from Pine Barrens, New Jersey, he weighs in at 340 pounds and stands an astonishing 7’3”, he is AAAANGEELUUUSSSSS KKIIINNNNCCCAAAAAIIIIIDDD!!![/color]

The crowd boo loudly in unison, showing their intense hatred for the beast who killed Scott Andrews father. Angelus makes his way up the ring steps and over the top rope. He stands in the center of the ring with his hair over his mask as the security guards remove the handcuffs and proceed to scatter. Angelus flicks his head upwards, revealing a menacing glare to accompany his already intimidating figure, and to top it off, his jaw has been wired shut due to his encounter with the Goblin earlier on.

Angelus’ music dies down and shortly afterwards, “This Lying World” begins playing. The arena is thrust into darkness once more, but this time the fans are behind the competitor. The crowd cheers and claps as smoke fills the entrance way. The song slowly builds to its crescendo as Scott rises on a platform from underneath the ramp. When he hits the top, his arms fling outwards in a Chris Jericho fashion and it can be seen that he is holding ‘Lucy’ in his right hand.

Phillip: And his opponent, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 233 pounds, he is the Vigilante, the Judge, the Consequence, he is SCCOOOTTTT AAAAAANNNDDRREEEEWWWWWSSS!!![/color]

A much better reaction than Angelus awaits Scott as he makes his way down the ramp. He doesn’t take his eyes off his opponent, and it is clear that Scott is out for not only revenge; but murder. The hatred is in his eyes; a burning fire waiting to be transformed into a blast of furious energy. It’s unexplainable, the way he is so intent on putting this situation right even though he puts himself in grave danger against a man known for destruction. But Scott doesn’t care; he just wants to make this wrong into a right; and he wants to do it his way.

McNally: Well, everybody, we are now witnessing one of the most brutal, dangerous matches ever conceived by a human mind; a Legalized Murder Match, where if Scott wins, he is allowed to legally murder his fathers killer; his opponent, Angelus Kincaid.

Edison: We do advise parents and caregivers to consider that this kind of match is not recommended for younger audiences, and we do recommend not allowing your child to watch it; it is that barbaric.

Scott enters the ring as his music dies down and tosses his trench coat over the ropes to Phillip. Scott stares down Angelus, who stares blankly at his opponent. Referee Keiji Makabe is on hand to control the match. He explains the rules to both men, who agree.

Edison: And here we go!

DING! DING! DING!

Scott wields his bat and swings at Angelus, who drops and rolls to the outside. Scott runs and follows him. Angelus then rolls back inside under the rope, and as Scott rolls in, Angelus is right there waiting for him. He gives Scott a flurry of vicious stomps, the desperation alive in every movement. Angelus then lifts him to his feet and whips him across the ring into the turnbuckle. Scott hits his back with a mighty thud as Angelus runs in at full speed. Scott sees the big man advance and drops down, causing him to smack his face into the steel post on top.

McNally: Angelus goes straight into the steel!

Scott uses his speed to follow up with a running calf kick, knocking Angelus out of the ring to the mats below, the steel post collision still rattling his brain. Scott looks down at him with both hands on the ropes. When the time comes, Scott launches himself into a corkscrew plancha, taking down Angelus once more. Scott begins unleashing devastatingly stiff punches to Angelus’ face and body, sitting on his chest. Angelus seems laid out for a moment, and while Scott goes to grab ‘Lucy’, Angelus sits up. He stands up and walks over to Scott. Scott turns around to see Kincaid right in front of him. Angelus’ grabs him by the throat and lifts him off the ground, choking him. He runs full bore towards the crowd barrier and performs a running chokeslam into the crowd, tossing Scott into the front row of seats.

Edison: If you paid for those seats, on behalf of ACW…we’re sorry.

Angelus steps over the barrier and goes for Scott. Scott is well prepared even after the big collision, and he swings a steel chair at Kincaid’s head before he realizes Scott has it in his grip. Angelus tumbles back over the barrier and Scott follows him. Leaping over the barrier, Scott grabs ‘Lucy’ which he dropped in the previous scuffle. He returns to a kneeling Angelus and swings the bat violently at his body, toppling him onto his back.

McNally: Scott’s not letting up on his promise to bring pain, is he Eddy?

Edison: Definitely not! Look at those strikes!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Scott rains down on Angelus with unrelenting aggression. Angelus’ is forced to coil up into the fetal position as Scott continues his vicious assault.

Satisfied with his baseball bat hits, Scott goes in search of something more painful, and has a look under the ring. He lifts the apron up and pulls out a table. The fans like this. He yanks it out and sets it up next to the ring. Angelus is still in pain, rolling around on the ground trying to ease the effects of the bludgeoning strikes. After Scott sets the table up, Angelus is already half on his feet. Scott tries to pull him up, but is shoved forcefully. Scott tries again, but Angelus is just too big for him to dead lift.

McNally: Angelus’ 7’3” frame is just too big for Scott to maneuver! How’s he gonna get him on that table?

Scott is shoved again as Angelus tries to create space for a breather. He falls next to the announcers desk, and gets straight to his feet. He’s had enough. He rips the cover off and pulls out the monitors. As Angelus approaches, Scott feeds him a monitor right into his face, knocking him down a few pegs, enough for Scott to wrap the cord around his throat.

McNally: Scott’s gonna kill him before this match is even over!

Scott writhes side to side, shrinking the space between the cord and Angelus’ throat each time. Angelus, although masked, is obviously struggling to breathe. Keiji Makabe intervenes and asks him to release the potentially deadly choke. The crowd boo, and Scott looks at Keiji, but Makabe won’t take shit from anyone, and Scott respects that.

Thinking he has the upper hand, Scott is slow to get back to the offense, and is taken by surprise as Angelus grabs his leg and pulls him to the ground. The monster then rams several brutal forearm strikes into Scott’s face. Not wasting time, Angelus rolls Scott onto the announcers table. He then gets up on it with his opponent; McNally and Edison scatter.

McNally: Oh not the announcers table! C’mon!

Edison: It had to break sometime, why not now?

Angelus lifts Scott up into a Belly to Back position and delivers a devastating Schwiengatame, breaking the table in the process. Angelus covers.







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…Kick Out!



Not enough to keep “The Judge” down. Angelus rolls off his opponent and kneels on the ground. He’s in serious pain and maybe bleeding internally from those bat shots. He uses the apron for leverage as he stands. He grabs Scott by the hair and pulls him to his feet.

Angelus: You see that table you brought out? Huh?! Well, I’m gonna send you straight through it!

Scott is put across Angelus’ shoulders in a fireman’s carry and transported to the table. It looks as though Angelus might drop a DVD through the table, but Scott manages to squirm and struggle out of it, delivering a truly remarkable half nelson Suplex onto the mats.

McNally: WOW! I can’t believe what I just saw! Scott Andrews hip strength and wrestling technique is outstanding!

Scott needs to get to his feet to continue his assault, so in doing so, Scott reaches under the ring once more. He pulls out a velvet bag; thumbtacks…

Edison: Oh, well, well, well, the thumbtacks come out to play!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Scott sprinkles them over the table, making sure to cover as much of it as possible. Angelus begins rising in the background, so Scott hurries. He finishes up and then goes back to work on Angelus with three swift middle kicks. Angelus catches his fourth attempt, however, and grabs him in a choke hold. Lifting him up he slams him back first into the steel ring post.

McNally: Scott just got driven into the steel ring post! You could hear his skull smash against the unforgiving steel!

He slumps to the ground, clutching his head as he falls to his side. Angelus looks at the table and smirks through his devilish mask. He reaches under the ring and pulls out something that makes the crowd worried for Scott’s safety; lighter fluid. He begins pouring it all over the table, making sure to cover every inch of it. After emptying the bottle he grabs Scott and lifts him to his feet. He drags him to the table and grabs a lighter. Angelus then directs Scott onto the apron. The demonic Kincaid throws his arm in the air with lighter in hand and cracks the flint, creating a spark which he drops onto the table. A flaming wooden structure now lies beneath both men. Angelus lifts Scott up for a powerbomb, but Scott manages to counter and tosses Angelus into the fiery, spiky hell with a hurricanrana.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Edison: DDAAAAAANNNGEROOOUUUUSSSSS!!!

Angelus squirms and screams in pain as he tries to pull thumbtacks out of his back, the flames still lingering on his wrestling attire. Scott pulls himself up using the ropes, and as Angelus stands up, Scott flips off with another hurricanrana, but Angelus prevents the momentum from carrying him through, and he runs towards the crowd barrier near the entrance ramp. He tosses Scott full force into the crowd in a powerbomb motion before dropping to the mat in exhaustion.

McNally: Both of these men are exerting a lot of energy. I don’t know how long this is gonna last, but the motivation to win is an unimaginable feeling in this match. There’s too much on the line.

Both men move slowly, Angelus considerably faster than Scott, however. He makes his way over the crowd barrier and grabs Scott, giving him a few stiff rights before tossing him over the barrier onto the entrance ramp. Scott’s back hitting the steel sends a shockwave of sound through the arena.

Angelus climbs back over the barrier and drags Scott up the ramp, tossing him at one point. Kincaid follows up with stomps to the body of Scott at the top of the stage. The crowd prepare for the worst as Scott seems to be loosing a lot of blood from his head, due to the powerbomb into the crowd and hitting a chair; busted open the hard way.

Angelus’ overwhelming physical power is put on full display as he lifts Scott up into a Tombstone position.

McNally: Are we gonna see it?!

Angelus performs his “Pulse of the Maggots” Tombstone off the stage onto an electrical box and sparks fly everywhere.

Edison: You can tell he’s fighting for his life! By God, what impact, Max!

Both men are motionless for a good long while, as the referee and other staff make sure they’re both alright. Angelus eventually drops an arm over Scott and the ref counts it out.







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…2








…Kickout!



McNally: I thought it was surely over! Scott just kicks out in the nick of time!

Angelus is obviously pissed that Scott kicked out, but he knows that he has to do what ever he can to survive. He gets to one knee and sways around for a moment before grabbing Scott again. What more does he have to do to win?

He drags him backstage, entering the hallways of the ACW Arena. Both men are moving sloppily, and as Scott leaks blood over the brand new hallway carpet, Angelus is already planning his next move. He sees a double door up ahead and with a mighty throw he tosses Scott through the swinging doors, ending up in the kitchen. Angelus staggers forward trying to capitalize on his actions, but as he approaches Scott, he is met with a cheese grater to the head. Scott moves it swiftly up and down, side to side, making sure to punish his fathers killer.

Edison: Angelus’ mask is being ripped apart!

Scott then decides to go for another approach. He grabs a nearby rolling pin and smashes it against Angelus’ head, causing him to topple to the ground. Scott then grabs a carving knife from the knife holder and gets Angelus in a sleeper hold with one arm.

Scott: You’re gonna pay you son of a bitch!

He begins slowly slicing Angelus’ ear, cutting it from top to bottom, leaving him with half an ear. Angelus’ screams at the top of his lungs as blood drips furiously from the wound. Scott drops him to the ground and watches as his opponent clutches his new reconstructed limb.

McNally: Oh my GOD!!! Scott just cut Angelus’ ear off! This is brutal!

Scott needs to move Angelus’ out of the kitchen and into somewhere open where he can hit a big move for the win. He guides Angelus back out the doors and down the corridor into the lobby where people see the action and scurry. The two blood soaked victims of this match begin battling up a flight of stairs to the top balcony. Trading punches, they are both lucky neither of them fall while they ascend to the top. Scott hits a powerful middle kick, causing Angelus’ to keel over, and Scott kicks him in the face. Angelus’ teeters on the edge of the railing.

McNally: Oh no! He’s gonna fall!

Edison: If he looses he’s gonna die anyway. Good riddance.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Scott sways for a moment and then comes in full force with a Headshot, knocking Angelus’ clear off the balcony onto a hot dog vender, denting the roof of it as he comes crashing down.

McNally: I can’t believe the length these guys will go to win this match!

Scott struggles to stand, but he manages to make his way down the balcony and over to Angelus for a slow pin.








…1










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…Kickout!



Angelus manages to kick out just before the three.

McNally: Guess it took him too long to get down the stairs, and I can’t blame him, he looks like a bloody mess!

Both men are severely fatigued at this point, yet neither look as though they’ll give up. Scott rolls off Angelus and takes his time getting to a standing base. He grabs Angelus; it’s time to end this. He bends him over and locks in a pumphandle grip. He tries lifting the giant, but Angelus’ refuses to move. Angelus then counters by breaking the grip and kicking Scott in the stomach. He then puts him in position for a powerbomb, but instead gets him in a crucifix.

Edison: We know what’s coming now! GRAAAAVEDIGGER!!!

Angelus goes for the toss, but Scott catches his head and takes him down with another expertly applied hurricanrana. Scott immediately gets Angelus in position and locks in the Vigilante Vice.

McNally: He’s got it locked in! Vigilante Vice!

Angelus screams in pain as the anger and hatred displayed by Scott Andrews becomes more and more exponential. He realizes he has him in his grip and he’s not letting go until he gives up.

Give up you son of a bitch! I’m gonna do exactly what you did to my father![/i]

He wrenches back on Angelus’ neck with as much force as humanly possible, while Angelus holds on for dear life.

Edison: It’s gonna be a battle of who’ll give up first; Scott or Angelus!

In a moment of intensity and fully focused rage, Scott pulls Angelus’ neck back extremely far and with the snap of Angelus’ neck, he taps; he has to.

McNally: He did it! Scott beat Angelus!

Scott rolls off Angelus and lies motionless even when the referee offers to raise his hand in victory; but Scott doesn’t need someone to raise his hand in the air to know what he’s won. This match wasn’t about the W on the score card, it was about doing something you believe in; putting every ounce of energy into this one moment; and he did that tonight.

Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, SCCCOOOOOTTTT AAAAAANNDDDRREEWWWWSSSS!!!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Post Match Segment: Punishment (Credit: Scott / Goblin)

MMMMMMEEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!

The desperate yet mumbled scream can be heard through a good portion of the arena.

It signifies that Angelus Kincaid has submitted to Scott Andrews' Vigilante Vice. He even did so while screaming through his very recently wired jaw.

The match had moved all the way to the building's lobby, and the Grim Goblin has followed every step of the way.

Though it's over, Scott hasn't released the hold, and the referee knows he can't make him; whatever happens now is legal in the eyes of ACW, the law, and perhaps God himself. But he does call for ACW security, so they can evacuate the lobby and hold back the people gathering to watch the unfolding mess.

Scott: Tell me you're sorry! Say you're sorry, and I'll let go!

Angelus squirms, trying to open his mouth.

Angelus: Uhmthry! THRY, UHM THRY!

Scott: I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

He yanks hard and holds that pressure until he hears and feels two snaps in Angelus' arm. Satisfied, he lets go. Angelus rolls away to the nearest wall, unable to even think due to the overwhelming agony.

Scott advances toward him, and suddenly Angelus forgets all about the pain in his arm as the dire facts of the present moment dawns on him...

He lost a Legalized Murder match.

Angelus: Mh, mck.

Scott: If you just said "oh fuck," then you're right. I've thought about the best ways to do this many times now. I could feed you to animals. I could remove your kidneys and let your body kill you. I could inject you with AIDS. I could bury you alive, or let you drown in a closed sarcophagus filled with water, as my associate here won't shut up about it.

Goblin: It's scary, I promise you. It happened to me once.

Scott sighs and doesn't feel like debating that one again.

Scott: But today, Mr. Kincaid, you're lucky. Instead of a slow and painful death, I'm thinking something quick and instantly gratifying would be more enjoyable. But before that, I need some information from you, and the more cooperative you are, the faster it'll be.

Grim Goblin lifts his axe and approaches from behind Scott. Angelus sighs in...relief? What?

But when he passes Scott, Angelus begins to panic and yell, which is muffled and incoherent. Scott grasps the axe.

Scott: You got your shot already, he's mine now.

Goblin releases his grip and steps back to give Scott enough room for a massive swing.

Scott: Now then...

He steps toward the fallen Angelus, grabs his head, and...

Uses the axe to cut the wires in his jaw. The blood starts flowing again, but it's far from fatal.

Angelus: Oh fuck, don't kill me!

Scott: Tell me why you killed my father. Spew bullshit, and the axe goes up your ass before you die.

Angelus: First I had some revenge thoughts due to you and your old tag partner NBK besting me, but I'm going to be honest here; it was the money.

Scott slaps him. Angelus takes it without hitting back, seeing as Scott has an axe.

Scott: Who put a hit on my father?

Angelus: Ask your new best buddy.

Scott: What?

Angelus Kincaid points to the Grim Goblin.

Scott: What's he talking about, Goblin? Talk straight with me.

Angelus: He's the one who showed me the hits in the first place!

Scott: Hits? Plural?

Angelus: One on your dad, one on you.

Scott: Me? One of you better explain this shit.

Angelus: You're a world famous wrestler, you can't just vanish without people searching. And if your body was found, they'd never stop hunting your killer. But it's different if it could be legal.

Scott: Then why my dad?

Angelus: That was a catalyst.

Scott hits him with the axe blade's broad side.

Scott: He was my FATHER!

Angelus: Look, the plan was like this. I kill your dad in front of that ancient security camera, dressed as Grimlock, to fake-frame the Goblin and truly frame the real Grimlock. Then you'd ally with Goblin, and we end up like we did. I was supposed to throw that earlier match, and then here, now, he axes you and we get paid and it's all legal. Plus, the real Grimlock would go to jail.

Scott looks stunned at this revelation.

Goblin: But that doesn't make sense. I didn't even try to kill you, Scott.

Scott: He's right, it doesn't make sense. Grimlock's framing is fucking stupid, he was already institutionalized.

Angelus: I didn't KNOW that! It was supposed to attribute your dad's murder to him and leave me completely out of everything.

Scott: Why didn't Goblin just pin you and stick to the "plan?" He had no incentive to betray you.

Angelus: Well why do you think he specifically got my jaw wired shut?! Fuck, I didn't even get paid for your dad...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Bad mistake. With those words, Scott snaps and plants the axe deep into Angelus' face, killing him. He then struggles pulling it out.

Goblin: And then Angelus Kincaid was no more. I knew you could, and would, do it.

Scott turns to face Goblin.

Scott: I need to know if anything he said was true. Remember, I'm holding the axe.

Grim Goblin clutches his head and nearly doubles over.

Goblin: It's happening!

Scott: The fuck?

Goblin: I was weak and crippled, but now I'm being restored!

Scott readies the axe.

Scott: Step toward me and you're gone.

Goblin steps forward, then back, and falls to one knee.

Goblin: Please, help!

Goblin shakes his head a few times, then stands up as if he never dropped.

Goblin: Angelus upset you, right?

Scott: ...To say the least, but you're managing it pretty well.

Goblin: You have SO much rage and despair! I knew you were the one I needed, you-

Scott: Keep it up, you son of a bitch!

He swings the axe, but the Goblin moves with a new, unnatural speed. However, the blade just barely slices over the very front of Goblin's neck. A light green smoke begins spraying from the wound like blood.

Goblin: You're too late! I'm already stronger and faster than you!

Scott tosses away the axe; he doesn't want more smoke fogging the lobby. Instead, he grapples the Grim Goblin...and quickly learns he is indeed much stronger. The Goblin simply cackles while Scott tries to budge him.

Then Scott remembers something. It's a stupid mask.

He forces as many fingers as he can into the smoke-spewing neck wound, and begins to pull and tear it. The rubber material gives way very quickly. Red light starts shining from the wound now.

Goblin: No! NO!

Before he can attack Scott, the last connected part stretches and rips away. After a massive blast of red light, the entire goblin mask is flung from Scott's hands and lands a few feet away. An electronic voice modifier falls out of it and smashes into pieces upon contact with the floor.

And he's shocked at the face he sees now that the mask is off...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Yoko Satoshi.

And she's teary eyed.

Yoko: Thank you! Thank you so much!

She hugs him very tightly, confusing him.

Scott: I'm lost, so...ummm....

Yoko: You saved me!

He breaks the hug.

Scott: Explain what just happened here. From the start.

Yoko: Asmodeus.

Scott: Didn't he...wait. Demon, right?

Yoko: Yes, and he was killed a few years ago. But death isn't always the end for demons.

Scott: This has to do with that room, right? When you were freaking out two years ago? The Pain Inc room.

Yoko: You're correct, and smart. So many bad things happened in that room that even though Asmodeus was destroyed, an imprint of his power was left there. I was very easy to influence through it since I was directly involved in the events that left the imprint. When I began returning to the room, that was the imprint's chance to escape.

She kicks off the goblin boots, which removes several inches from her size and brings her back down to her normal height.

Scott: I saw people sealing off that room and entire corridor with new walls, though.

Yoko: They did. But the energy jumped into me just hours before that. All of Asmodeus' memories, and the memories of those he possessed, merged with my own memories. Right now I still can't really separate them. That, plus the added power, plus him making my emotions very sensitive, especially anger, made me go...kind of very crazy.

Yoko removes the foam rubber suit in pieces, revealing a very filthy, very ripped up uniform beneath.

Yoko: Sometimes I had control, but mostly he did. I was conscious, but virtually paralyzed with him being a puppeteer. Eventually he went crazy too. He's Asmodeus' power, not Asmodeus himself. I guess it's why he dressed as this Grim Goblin. I gave him memories of you, of Angelus, fed him ideas... I knew what he wanted, and that he'd go after that.

Scott: And that was...?

Yoko: To be reborn as Asmodeus, so he'd have his full power. I knew how weak he really was and exploited that.

Scott: You mean you exploited ME.

Yoko: He had to feed on anger, on hate, on wrath. No one could play the part and also free me from him except you. I needed a killer.

Scott: Then why not Angelus?

Yoko: Because I couldn't trust him. That disloyalty is exactly why I needed him to start this. I knew he'd gloat about his perfect crime instead of getting away cleanly, and I knew when the Goblin deviated from the plan, Angelus would rat him out to you, pushing you over the edge, which would revive Asmodeus.

Scott: Why would you do this to revive him?

Yoko: Because by reviving, he first manifests into a physical body. The focal point of all of the anger was on the Grim Goblin's goofy mask. By manifesting, he jumped from me, to the mask. And you severed that connection, which freed me. He didn't realize that even with his full power, he was just a rubber mask.

She points to the mask.

Yoko: THAT, is Asmodeus. Physically manifested, fully powered, alive, yet unable to move, communicate, influence, jump, or use his power. He's trapped, and he's staying that way. I just need to get rid of it. But that's a journey for me alone.

Yoko picks up the mask. Such a simple prison for a demon, but effective.

When she turns back around, Scott is wielding the axe again.

Scott: I can understand what you did. I definitely understand why you did what you did. But...HOW could you do what you did, knowing the consequences? Two men are dead, and one was an innocent. My father...He's dead because of this. Because of you.

Yoko: If there had been another way...Scott, I'm sorry. You're the only person I could trust to see it through to the end, and I had no way to just ask.

Scott: Trust me? We've spoken like twice.

Yoko: You're an honest person. You keep your word. You have principles.

Scott: Then when I say I'm going to hack you to pieces, you know what's coming next.

Yoko: No, I don't think you'll do it. I trust that you won't, and you're like the 4th person I've FULLY trusted, ever.

Scott: #4?

Yoko: #4.

Scott can't really blame her fully...Angelus was the one that killed his dad, and it was a...It was a...Wait.

Scott: I have one more question, Yoko. Who ordered the hit on my dad? Angelus didn't get paid. Organized crime always pays its hitmen. I'd know.

Yoko freezes on that one.

Scott: Did you do it? Was it the real you or the Grim Goblin?

Yoko: Um, it was...

That's a REALLY sharp axe he has.

Yoko: It...It was a group of three mobsters, from different families, that your father owed some money to. The hit was put out 15-20 years ago, it was in one of Asmodeus' memories, he was possessing one of the three. His name is Joe Clocker, people call him the Clockman. I don't know if he's still alive, but he'd likely still know the other two, they were like brothers to each despite their family rivalries. It's all I remember about it. Those memories are blurring now that I'm free of Asmodeus.

Was that lie good enough to trick him?

Scott ponders the story briefly.

Scott: I'll find them. They're not getting away unpunished. Thanks for the tip.

Whew.

Yoko: Yeah, I'm glad to help. I feel responsible.

Scott: You should. But it's not like you made the hit, or even the Goblin. These three bastards are going to pay. But you, it's good enough for me that you feel bad about your involvement. I can live with it if you can.

Yoko: Yeah...

Scott: I'll see you around. Tell me if you remember anything else.

Yoko: I will. Oh, and keep the axe.

Scott: Thanks, I know juuuust what to do with it.

Scott leaves with a new axe to grind, a suspicion that his new friend isn't being entirely truthful with him, and apparently three oldschool mobsters to find in his quest to avenge his father.

Yoko leaves with the task of making sure Asmodeus never escapes the Grim Goblin mask, which is his new prison. She must also live with the fact that she alone condemned Scott's dad to death. Not mobsters, demons, or hitmen. She did it, and for her sake, Scott can never know. Maybe she's the real demon.

The Grim Goblin leaves. Period.

Angelus Kincaid doesn't leave. Period.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Knock Knock. Who's There?
Dan White

As I, the well-wisdomed and all-knowing writer has mentioned earlier on in the show twice, as I wrote not only the match but also a segment after the match, Dan White, Jonny Hughes and Jack Jefferson managed to defeat the trio of Jonny Spade, Dave Shadow, and Jason Freeman. It was a famous victory for The Empire, as they intend to bring back the very meaning of being quintessentially British, and bring Britannia her lands back! Of course, one may see this as being somewhat obsolete, as the chairman, Mr. Jonathan Gingerdude, is from Manchester. And unless you live in a hole, you'd know that Manchester is in northern England. Fittingly, as the European Tour begins on Thursday, both Manchester and Cardiff will feature on the tour.

The segment opens up with a knock on the door; Gingerdude looks up, but is silent as he continues to look at his paperwork. He then hears the door open, and the crowd pop, as Dan White walks through the door. Dan mentioned to Kevin earlier on in an interview that he had a meeting with the Chairman, and we're to assume that this is in fact the interview. Gingerdude looks at Dan, smiling slightly, and nodding his head towards the chair in front of his desk. Dan gives a smile, but not of happiness, but more of acknowledgment, as he pulls the chair from under the desk and sits himself down, in a very casual manner. He looks around the room, as he has done so many times.

Dan White: So then. Here I am. Again.

Gingerdude, still looking at his paperwork, gives an uninterested conversation filler.

Gingerdude: Mhmm.

Dan crocks an eyebrow, leaning forwards and yanking the paperwork from underneath Ginger's nose, beginning to read it.

Gingerdude: Hey, you're not supposed to read that!

Ginger tries to stretch his arm forward and grab it back, but Dan leans backwards, denying the Chairman.

Dan White: Why the hell not? It's only dates for the European Tour. Let's see here....you got Moscow next Thursday...Croatia....Sweden... Germany....Ah.

Gingerdude: What.

Dan White: You got France on here.

Gingerdude: What's wrong with France?

Dan White: I'm banned from France.

Gingerdude: Banned from France?

Dan White: Banned from France.

Gingerdude: ...Why are you banned from France?

Dan White: Because I beat up a guy.

Gingerdude: Why did you beat up a guy?

Dan White: He was pissing me off.

Gingerdude: You can't just beat up a guy for pissing you off, Dan

Dan White: Yeah well he was pissing me off royally!

Gingerdude: How could he piss you off royally?

Dan White: Because he was trying to arrest me

...Ahh, that explains it.

Gingerdude: Dan! You can't just beat up a policeman for trying to arrest you!

Dan White: Why not?

Gingerdude blurts out; he's astonished that Dan cannot see this seriously, but unbeknownst to him, Dan is playing Gingerdude out for a fiddle.

Gingerdude: Because he was arresting you! Why was he arresting you?

Dan White: Because I was pissing on a car.

Well, some things just don't need explaining.

Gingerdude: Well you had it coming, then! Why were you pissing on a car?!

Dan White: Because I was drunk.

Gingerdude just sinks into his chair. He's obviously not going to win, so he just tries to change the subject, somewhat.

Gingerdude: So you can't come to France.

Dan White: Can't come to France.

Gingerdude: Sure?

Dan White: Sure as sure can be.

Gingerdude: ...Super.

Dan crocks an eyebrow again, leaning forward again.

Dan White: So hang on, you actually want me to be at a show? That's a turn up for the books. You normally want me so far away from this place that you've tried to get me fired so many times! What's up, Ginger?

Gingerdude is suddenly faced with this killer question. Is this the moment where he finally slips up, and admits that the fed needs Dan White? Dan's got a smile on his face as the chairman wearily opens his mouth.

Gingerdude: Well...you see...

Dan White: ...Yes...

Gingerdude: ...I need you on this show...

Dan White: ...Because....

Gingerdude: ...Because there's nothing I enjoy more than making your life a living hell! And if you're not here, then who else am I going to torment? Nobody quite takes the bait like you, White! You're the one who always gets riled up more than anybody else on that roster, and you're the one who I love nothing more than to see pissed off!

Dan sits back, crossing his arms and shaking his head, with an angry look.

Gingerdude: And believe me, Dan. You know fine well, out of everybody here, that it'll be you who's pissing off sooner rather than later...

Dan continues shaking his head, as Gingerdude holds a sinister smirk, not dissimilar to a certain other chairman out there, making it known that he's won this round of words.

Gingerdude: I'll see you in Moscow, Dan.

He lets out a laugh, as Dan rolls his eyes, and makes his exit.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: Senator Steve Phillips vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: Senator / TK)

Maxwell McNally: Well, Eddie, it looks like we're actually going to see this long awaited rematch between the Senator and his nemesis, Thunderkiss.

"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh come on, shouldn't it be "Thunderkiss and his nemesis, Steve Phillips?" You've always been so biased!

McNally: And you're just the shining model of objectivity, aren't you?

Edison: Exactly. I only tell the truth around here, somebody's gotta do it!

McNally: Oh, I give up...anyway, to ensure that we do the job we're paid for, this match here wasn't supposed to happen, as short as a week ago. Steve Phillips was fulfilling his duties in Washington, only heading over here to the Arena for contractual obligations. Seeing an old rival waste away in piles of paperwork and endless meetings, Thunderkiss took it upon himself to torment our resident politician, and eventually pushed him to the breaking point.

Edison: And that's why we have this match here tonight!

McNally: You really do make this job look easy...

Edison: As you said, it's what I'm paid to do! Just like I think TK's got an easy match ahead of himself here, Old Man Phillips has generally overcome his age with an intense conditioning regimen, but by his own admission, he's hardly worked out at all over the last few months! I can only imagine that he'll be huffing and puffing a few minutes into the contest...

Soon, the lights dim, as Phillip Jones steps to the center of the ring, ready to make his first announcement, as Eye of the Tiger hits the PA system.

Phillip Jones: Announcing first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at two hundred and five pounds, Senator Steve Phillips!

The Senator walks out to the entranceway, raising his trademark victory pose, as red white and blue tickertape shoots out into the crowd. He walks down to the ring with a slight spring in his step, but his face shows little to no emotion as he heads towards the squared circle.

Demonstrating once again that he is the complete opposite of the Senator Steve, Thunderkiss then shoots forward from the entranceway as if he was on a sugar high. The Kiss Army electrifies their hero with their screams of approval and their efforts are increased tenfold with the cuffing of an ear. Next stop, the ring! Thunderkiss follows his trail of flames to the ring where his index finger warns Phillips of approaching danger. Steve doesn’t give this gesture a second thought nor does he give TK any room as he enters the ring and begins to prance. Seconds later, TK is completely disrobed down to his ring gear and the fans take in a deep, collective breath. Trust me, they are going to need it!

***BELL RINGS***

The Senator looks up at his massive foe, while Thunderkiss returns the favor, and the two sustain a prolonged stare down. The two maintain this status quo...until the latter mutters an inaudible word, which prompts Phillips into throwing a right hand to the head. TK merely rolls with the punch, and points to his chin, egging the Senator on. Phillips swings again, connecting flush with the side of his opponent's temple, but the force is insufficient to do any noticeable damage.

Edison: Thunderkiss is just too big, nasty, and hardcore to let those little punches hurt him!

TK again gestures for the Senator to lash out, and he does, but this time, with a knife-edge chop, instead of a punch, and before TK can put up a show of bravado, he sends a full series of chops into his opponent's chest. These, unlike the punches, double over the mighty Thunderkiss, and put him right in position for Phillips to lock in a side headlock. TK does not last long in this hold, however, and lifts the Senator up, slamming him down with an atomic drop, sending the politician bouncing off onto the ropes.

McNally: Such a simple, basic counter, and yet, when Thunderkiss uses it, he puts enough power into the atomic drop to make it a momentum changing move.

The Senator begins to pick himself off the ropes, but only moves right into the path of a charging Thunderkiss, who lowers a shoulder, colliding into his opponent, and sends him flying out of the ring. Phillips drops down to the floor, rolling into the crowd barrier, and immediately picks himself up, sliding back in.

TK, instead of pressing the advantage, lets the Senator get up, before whipping him into the ropes, hitting a back elbow. As he rises, the Senator catches an arm, wrenching it over, and throws a back elbow of his own into his opponent's head. Thunderkiss, a bit annoyed, returns the favor with a big right hand, dropping the Senator right to the mat, and covers with a rather arrogant single footed pin...

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...1

...Steve Phillips may be a bit rusty, but he's not lost THAT much, and throws the foot off his chest before the two count.

McNally: Thunderkiss doesn't seem to be taking this match seriously at this point, and to tell the truth, the Senator's not giving him very much of a reason to do so.

Edison: Agreed, you can't just go from doing the political thing 24/7 right into a match with one of our strongest title contenders, it's just not heard of!