Macho Night Warfare 6th April, 2009

[The Feature Presentation]

~ACW Proudly Presents~

Macho Night Warfare 6th April, 2009

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Brent Garland vs. Rawt


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Jack Jefferson vs. Chris Phenomenal


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Jason Freeman vs. The Senator


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Scott Andrews vs. Hollywood Macho


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Thunderkiss vs. Dan White


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[The Feature Presentation]

D-Day (D is for Decision)
Dan White

Croatia! It's famous for...well, just Wikipedia it and hope for the best. A sovereign nation since the split of Yugoslavia in 1991, it's tried to make its name as one of the Mediterranean's finer countries. And it is a splendid nation, as the camera shoots over the Croatian coast. But we're not at the cost tonight. We're instead in the nation's capital, Zagreb, and there's going to be hell tonight.

“Gingerdude's Theme” hits, and our fiery-haired Chairman walks out, wearing a fine suit. A swagger in his step, we all know that he has something up his sleeve, and it's only a short matter of time before we know what the heck he's got on his mind. But a quick scan to the camera, and we notice the table that's been set up, with two sets of steel chairs either side, and a sheet of paper in the middle. The Chairman walks up the steel steps, climbing into the ring, with a microphone in hand. His music fades, and he begins to speak.

Gingerdude: Well Croatia, first and foremost on behalf of ACW I'd like to say good evening to you all, and a big thankyou for coming to Warfare tonight.

Huge cheer from the crowd; the camera pans along the higher echelons of the arena, where a number of banners are shown. For some reason, Jason Freeman is pretty big in Croatia.

Gingerdude: Well I'm out here for a pretty obvious reason. It's been four days, Dan. I'd like you to come out here and make your decision clear to me!

There's swiftly and eager turn towards the Alphatron, in anticipation of the Welsh Dragon. In true Welsh fashion, he's late. Actually, the Welsh are never late! We're always early! I think. I don't actually know. Anyways, we hear a big:

ANARCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And there's a phenomenal pop from the crowd. Momentous. “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols is rampant, but it's almost drowned out by cheers as Dan White, in his casual clothing, marches out through the curtains to a confident swagger. He's already got a microphone in hand as he walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom ropes. Before going to respond to Gingerdude, he climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms up to a chorus of cheers. He jumps down, looking at Gingerdude as he walks diagonally across the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and receiving a cheer from the fans in that corner. He then jumps down, as his music fades.

Dan White: Now then, Gingerpubes. Looks like I've had to make a decision over the weekend, and I'm sure you'll be glad to know that I've made a decision.

Gingerdude smiles, with an aura of optimism.

Gingerdude: I'd be glad to hear it, Dan!

Dan White: Well you see Gingerdude, I have my answer in my head, and you know, it seems awful tempting to sign that 10-year contract. Pay rise, I'm assuming.

Gingerdude: Of course, Dan!

Gingerdude's smile gets broader.

Dan White: Well then Ginger, I suppose my decision should be simple, shouldn't it. I should sign the contract, forfeit Fallen Heroes, even though I'm giving the people the best wrestling of my goddamn life, I should sell out all these people, and I should do absolutely everything you've put towards me, for the sake of my career. Well, despite a lot of what I said pretty much goes against all my ideals and my policies, it's hard to disagree.

There's a few jeers from the crowd, but the Chairman looks happy.

Gingerdude: Okay then Dan, how about we sign this cont-

Dan White: Hang on, Gingerdude. I think these fans want to say something.

Gingerdude's expression turns from that of optimism to concern, as Dan addresses towards the crowd.

Dan White: What would you lot think of me if I sign this contract?

The crowd let out one almighty roar.

Crowd: WEAK!!

Gingerdude grimaces, with Dan smirking as he cuffs his ear.

Dan White: What was that?!

Crowd: WEAK!!!

Dan White: One more time?!?!

Crowd: WEAK!!!!

Gingerdude: ALL RIGHT, ENOUGH!!!

There's suddenly a huge hush as Ginger's face goes as red as his hair. The outburst is somewhat surprising, even taking Dan by surprise, and he takes a step away from the table.

Gingerdude: Listen, Dan. Although our fans are an intelligent bunch, you may be making a huge mistake by not signing this contract. It's your one chance of securing your wrestling future. What's the point in risking everything in one match? Even if you won, you'd have to win the ACW title to stay in the place. Even if you won Fallen Heroes, lose your title match and you're out of here.

Dan looks down on the floor, but quickly turns, pointing a microphone to his mouth.

Dan White: Well, Gingerdude, you've got me all wrong. You see for a long time I sat obediently and listened to people like you sprout shit into my head!

A pop for the outburst, as Ginger widens his eyes.

Dan White: Oh yeah! I listened to people like you, I listened to WCW 98, I listened to Mercer Stanton. I sat there and did what I was told when I had people like Thunderkiss telling me what to do. And you know what? Those days have been long gone for a hell of a long time. I'm dedicating my life so that THOSE people can see a man who came from nothing, and has achieved everything. Okay, I've not reached my goal yet, but I'm getting there.

He pauses for a second, but only long enough to deny Gingerdude getting a word in.

Dan White: So you better open your eyes, Gingerdude. The only reason you do not want me in that match is because you know that I'm a favourite. You want to eliminate me because you got such a big phobia that somehow, things are going to go wrong with me in charge. You have this preconceived idea that babies are going to use the words “fuck” and “titwank” as their first words, and that kids are gonna go round wanting to be football hooligans. Well Ginger, you're wrong, and I'm gonna PROVE it by winning the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale!! And that, my friend, is a right....

Crowd: TOUCH!!

Dan White: Touch!!

”Anarchy in the UK” hits again, and there's a huge pop as Dan suddenly has a moment of craziness, booting the chair in front of him across the ring, then grabbing the contract and tearing it up into two, with Gingerdude's eyes so wide open he has the threat of losing his eyeballs. Dan then tosses the table over, causing Ginger to leap backwards, and indeed he escapes the ring to avoid Dan's madness, as the Welsh Dragon climbs to the top rope, throwing his arms in the air and earning a massive pop for his actions, as we fade to commercial.

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: The truth will set me free (Credit: XS3)

Warfare quickly comes back from commercials in Zagreb, Croatia with an arena full of silence, apart from the scattered cheers and applause here and there. As the fans reach for their signs to be seen on camera, Phillip stands alone in the middle of the ring, guiding the mic to his mouth.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… XS3.

Upon hearing those three characters spoken, the crowd's instincts tell them to react negatively and once they see XS3 appear from the back, they do so. There is no music, no lights, nothing. XS3 comes down to the ring, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, a navy-blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of sneakers. He looks around at the signs that display the fans' newfound hatred of XS3, who could honestly care less about all the negative feedback he's received thus far. XS3 does not enter the ring at first but he instead goes over to where Philip is. He shoves the ring announcer aside and grabs the chair before turning and tossing it into the ring. XS3 then rips the mic out of Philip's hands as well and enters the ring. XS3 props the chair up and sets it on its legs before taking a seat. The lights in the arena suddenly dim and XS3 looks up, letting a small smile come across his face. He raises the mic to his mouth and speaks.

XS3: Finally... After all this time, I no longer have to worry about anyone in ACW other than myself.

Finally, I have a huge weight off of my back and it feels good to have ditched it. Three of the most undeserving, immature pieces of trash I have ever had a privilege to work with are out of my life in terms of friendship and stables. Tonight, you are witnessing the night that XS3 truly walks alone in ACW. There's no Thunderkiss, Jay Zero, Thunder Train, Lee Homicide... or Jake Steele. No more. I'm free to do whatever I want and what I want... Well, you'll find out later. But first thing's first. You all know how I am. I cannot resist a good rant. So if you got the time, listen up.

When I came back to this company in August 2008, I had come to Jake and Train because they were two people, still in their rookie year here in ACW, and I had come to give them guidance. We formed the Road Steelers x 3 as a result. Little did I know that with teaching, a large requirement of tolerance was needed. I had to watch as those two ran off unsupervised like a couple of spoiled brats. They thought the world had to beckon to their every heed and call. I put up with it for a good four months. And then January rolled around, the same month where Jay Zero decided to take over and declare himself leader. There was never a true leader until that date. It was at that moment I realized something... If anyone had ever deserved to be called leader, it was me. I stuck my neck out for those two bastards and I even had to defend Jake's International title for him. Isn't that careless? What if I had lost that night? He chose to put me in a predicament that could've left the International title in the hands of a natural born loser like Jonny Hughes or a never-was like Alex Richmond.

Nonetheless, I swallowed my pride and continued on with being a Road Steeler. Then at Ragnarok, Jay Zero told me to make a choice. He had the nerve, THE FUCKING NERVE, to turn my partners against me. Train had the fucking audacity to bite the hand that consistently fed his fat ass. So I went with Jake and I continued forth. And then Bloody Valentine came. Jake Steele gets Jay Zero in a world title match and Thunder Train gets RDK in an International title match. Yeah, you know who I got stuck with? I had to open the fucking show with RENA MATHESON. I felt like my career had hit the lowest point and nothing else would top that show in terms of sheer humility. Then Jake Steele won the world title. Won? WON? FUCK NO. Jake Steele, the only reason you were ever world champion is because I let you. I had to piggyback you through all the bullshit and I chose to bide my time and watch how you progress as champ. I stuck my neck out for you and that's how you repay me? You shove me into the background to give Lee Homicide his fifteen minutes of fame? That's a slap in the face right there. And your appreciation show after Bloody Valentine. That's a slap in the face. And that stunt you pulled with the trophy?

That's another slap and if you were here right now, I'd spit in your face for being so ungrateful. You're a horrible friend and a mediocre wrestler to begin with. The same reason why Train and Lee are with you. Those two are Road Steelers because I let them. I wanted to see if being with that asshole Jay Zero changed Train. It didn't. He still had to rely on me to carry him when he couldn't stand. That's all you two will ever be. Parasites. If it wasn't Jay Zero's ass you were kissing, it was mine. No more. Train, you wanted to give me a choice at Ragnarok? Well then JAMES. Here's something for you: I'm not giving you a choice. I'm not asking you to side with me. As far as I'm concerned, you and Jake deserve each other. And you deserve that leach named Lee, who I refuse to acknowledge by his dumbass catchphrase. And you know who else they deserve?

They deserve... EACH and EVERY one of YOU.

You little puppets are no better than those three. Nine years of blood, sweat and tears isn't enough for you people. If it was, you wouldn't be cheering rejects like Dan White and Thunderkiss. I have provided consistent entertainment for you and you repay me by giving me a dinky little trophy? Because apparently going through hell and watching a sick fuck like AC Evans put his hands on my family isn't enough for you? You all make me sick! I don't need anyone of you sheep cheering for me; I need no sympathy or condolences or pats on the back. I'm a man; I can stand on my own two feet. I just wish the same could be said for my former friends... Which brings me to what I want.

Jake Steele, if you're not too busy feeding off a host, I want you in the ring at Fallen Heroes. You and me. No fatass to back you up. No gangsta to be there for you. I want you, face-to-face, for the ACW World Championship. You can call me a "failed artist" all you want... But nothing will ever change the fact that without me, you three are done. Finished. Gone. And you will helplessly watch as I relieve you of your title and bring some actual prestige back to it after months of suffering with paper champions.

Now tell me something, "Road Steelers"... Is that unforgivable?

As the lights in the arena come back on, XS3 takes a stand from his chair and lowers the mic before snapping his fingers. Not only does the snapping indicate the significant changes in XS3's demeanor, it also gives the signal for the sounds of Cancer Bat's "Hail Destroyer" to enter the arena. Some consider this move appropriate; a new theme accompanies a new XS3, void of any laughter or good times as the clichés usually tend to go. In his place lies a reawakened XS3, one who has been shown the truth and the correct path he will now tread on. As XS3 leaves the ring, his pristine swagger that guides him up the ramp leaves the fans that watch him go with the sense that they have been betrayed… and so have his ex-brothers.

In the back, we see the Road Steelers in their locker room watching XS3's every step from their TV. While Lee and Tran have foul looks on their faces to accompany the scars received on Thursday, the camera zooms in on Jake's face, showing that he is more than ready to teach XS3 a lesson in humility.

Fade.

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: The Pie Baking, Sister Taking, Movie Making Son of a Bitch! (Credit: Train/Macho Man)

We open up outside of the Arena Zagreb, behind it to be more specific. We see a single trailer sitting there that is very large in size looking like a mini house. Taking a look in the window Hollywood Mach standing in front of a full body mirror with what looks like a script in his hand. He cocks an eyebrow as he reads it off but it is inaudible to what's being heard. Suddenly, the camera shakes a bit then is put down. It is lifted back up and turned and Thunder Train is standing there with a butler-ish costume on. He waves the camera guy over, who steps next to him. He knocks on the door.

Hollywood: No, Mr. Bond, it is you who is mistaken. No no...that isn't right. HEY BRUDAH BOND! YOU GOING DOWN JABRONI! No... [/color]

Knock knock

Hollywood: Who is it?

Thunder Train: Uh....Trailer Service...

Hollywood: Oh thank God. I needed my martini, shaken not stirred. Come on in jabroni. [/color]

Thunder Train: Alright.

Train opens up the trailer door and steps inside. He sets down his tray then moves a little closer to Mach, but stays out of the mirror view. He goes to take a step forward but looks around. He sees that there are chandeliers hanging down and solid gold stairs heading up. Classical music plays and there is a two story fountain inside! Train lets out a "Whoa" which attracts Mach's attention. Realizing his over may be blown, Train turns his back to Mach.

Hollywood: Did you say something?

Thunder Train: Humph...no...umm..

Hollywood: Oh I see jabroni. You were just looking at how great my trailer is. That's right, you should take a look around and see that you will never be in something as great as this. Boy, you sure are big for a butler.

Thunder Train *Raspy Voice*: I eat a lot of vitamins...

Hollywood: Hah! From the looks of it, that's not all you eat. You remind me of a fatass Train I know. Haha...Now, get your ass up outta here.

Thunder Train: Yessir...

Mach scoffs then turns back around and reads his lines. Train takes this opportunity to grab a nearby rope, I don't know why, maybe Mach went mountain climbing. He gets closer to Mach then throws it around his neck.

Hollywood: AHHH ARGH WHAT...THE...HELL....TRAIN!

Thunder Train: Listen Mach, this won't take long. I just want to know something.

Hollywood: I CAN'T.....ANS...WER YOUR...QUESTIONS...B...BEING...CHOKED.

Train lets Hollywood go, who drops to his knees. Train then grabs Mach's arms and ties them behind his back. Mach struggles but realizes that there is nothing he can do. He sits down and just looks up at Train with an unamused look on his face. Train paces around him with a plastic knife.

Thunder Train: Now...If you can answer my questions, I won't stab you!

Hollywood: Train you idiot. I know that's plastic....

Thunder Train: Oh...well then!Train throws the knife asideWhere is my sister Mach? I know you have her! Thunderkiss told me he saw a limo leaving with someone that looked like my sister inside. Who else would have a limo?

Hollywood: What? Brudah, I have no idea what in the blue hell you are talking about. I didn't even know your tubby ass had a sister. Is she as fat as you? Hahaha.

Thunder Train: GODDAMMIT! SHE ISN'T FAT AND NEITHER AM I!

Hollywood: Well, that's debatable...

Thunder Train: Shut up! Now listen, if you can tell me where you were right after our match, then I'll let you go and I won't destroy this place and break your neck. I mean, I've already taken your title and beat up your little friend Chris, so I truly have no other reasons to bother you.

Mach realizes that if he can get Train off his back, he may be rid of him forever. He isn't afraid of Train, of course not! But...he just wants Train gone.

Hollywood: Where the hell do you think I was? You threw me off the stage! I was on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance.

Thunder Train: Can anyone vouch you were there?

Hollywood: Wilcox, Rawt and Chris! They were all there with me. And even if I wasn't, I still can't walk right after what you did so how can I grab probably an over 400 pound woman and force her into a limo?

Thunder Train: I don't know! But like I said, who else in ACW would use a limo? You are Mr. Hollywood! Mr. Limo man! Mr. Private Jets!

Hollywood: Alright, I understand that, but seriously jabroni, I had nothing to do with that. And about the limo thing, why don't you go ask your buddy Jake Steele? He is the world champion now, so he obviously travels in style. You know what they say, the people that rape your family members are the closest to you...

The statement puzzles Train but then Train thinks fairly hard about it for a second. Where was Steele right after Train won the title? Nowhere to be found....suspicious...

Thunder Train: Your....right....Dammit....I need to go. You check out clear Mach. Later...

Hollywood: WAIT! UNTIE ME! FATASS! UNTIE ME!

Train ignores his request and leaves the trailer. Mach meanwhile sits inside staring around. He expects someone to do something but nothing happens. Thinking that he's probably going to be stuck there for a while, Mach wiggles his way over to his script and continues reading it.

Fade out.

[The Feature Presentation]

Match 1: Rawt vs. Brent Garland--One Fall to a Finish [Credit: Chris Phenomenal]

With Rawt on a roll through the ranks of ACW, this week he takes on a man who has been on the tough end of a few decisions as of late after a strong start in ACW in Brent Garland. This match was sure to be tough for Garland as his brawling style might have problems with the sheer strength of the massive Rawt.

The Beginning[/u]

With both men in the ring, the noticeable size difference was clearly evident. It started off with Garland initiating a collar and elbow tie up, Rawt turned it around into a side head lock but was quickly pushed off by Garland into the ropes. On the rebound Rawt connected with a standing shoulder block knocking Garland over. Garland did a back roll however and emerged back on his feet taking all the momentum from Rawt and increasing it as he hit’s the ropes. He came off looking to hit a clothesline but Rawt had other ideas, side stepping I and, whipping Brent with his free hand sending him into the ropes again. As he rebounded again, this time Rawt hit’s a back body drop. Garland landed on his feet however and as Rawt turns around Brent looked to catch him with a roundhouse kick but Rawt had him scouted well and ducked out of the way as Garland spun around and the two looked at each other, neither having gained the advantage up to that point. The two men circled each other before Rawt put out one hand to engage in a wrist lock. As soon as Badger took it however Rawt immediately jumped grabbing a hold of Badger and planting him with an impressive north eastern hip toss. The frenetic pace of the match calmed as Rawt slowed things down with a reverse chin lock and dug his knee into the back of Garland. Rawt had the hold in tight as Brent squirmed, trying to free himself as the referee checked to make sure it wasn’t a choke hold. After a minute in the hold Badger gathered his strength and fired a reverse elbow to the head loosening the hold. Badger than reverted to some Greco-Roman style wrestling, taking the leg out forcing Rawt to let go, before floating over the top and turning Rawt before putting him into a front face lock, taking control of the match.

The Middle[/b]

Brent looked to tear the face off of Rawt but eventually he was too much, overpowering Garland and booting him in the sternum and looking to deliver a face first DDT, but was instead reversed as Badger blocked out and connected with a sick Brain Damage as Rawt immediately went back over. Garland went for a quick cover.
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NO!
Rawt is able to kick out at two as the crowd seemed disinterested in this match. That changed however as Garland picked Rawt up ton his feet and went for the Cradle DDT, but as Rawt leaned forward into Badger he tipped over and landed on his back with Rawt assuming the missionary position. Rawt looked down with a sheepish grin as the crowd laughed and the referee took a second to gather himself before sliding back into position to count the fall for a two count, the delay possibly have costing Rawt the match. Rawt got to his feet as Garland looked in shock but slowly got to his feet, the match now back to square one.

The End

Rawt and Garland went into another colllar and elbow tie up and eventually Rawt ducked out and put Garland into a side headlock. Garland appeared to be stuck but was able to squeeze out and push Rawt into the ropes. He looked to hit him with a clothesline but instead Rawt hung onto the ropes. Garland charged in and looked to hit him with a clothesline against the ropes but Rawt pulled down the ropes sending Garland to the apron, but not to the floor. Rawt then charged to the other ring ropes picking up speed possibly in an effort to fly as Garland spring boarded to the top rope. As Garland leaped off Rawt came off the ropes and as Garland almost hit the floor Rawt connected with a massive Rawt Shot, nearly breaking Garland in two. The result wasn’t in doubt after that impact as the referee non chalantly counted the fall.

The Winner[/b]

By pinfall following a Rawt Shot…Rawt[/u][/I]

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: Of Bedtime Stories & Unbeatable Kings (Alternate Title: Doing "Lion King" References Better Than Jujubes) (Credit: Lee)

Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba! (Here comes a lion, Father)

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As the sun rises in the pristine jungle, the lion emerges from the security of his mother’s womb. Out of the darkness and into the light, the lion squints, surprised at how bright the world is. Though the light is initially disturbing, he embraces it. All thoughts of wanting to crawl back inside are replaced with a desire to shine in the sunlight.

Sithi uhm ingonyama! (Oh yes, it’s a lion)

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The lion begins to come of age, and the elders clamor about his superb development and form. He doesn’t remember, but the wish he made on the day of his birth is coming true. He shines brighter than the other cubs and warms the hearts of all other lions he comes into contact with.

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba!

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The child lion eventually begins playing with a royal group of cubs, integrating himself into their world. In the midst of their games, he displays qualities that are the envy of most any other young lion. One cub in particular is threatened, and he is betrothed to marry the King’s daughter and rule the Pride. But the King is beginning to take notice of the lion who was born when the sun rose in the pristine jungle, who now calls himself the Leonhart.

Sithi uhhmm ingonyama!
Ingonyama!

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The envious cub derails the Leonhart’s growth by whispering in the royal family’s ear with claims that his rival is inadequate, even though young Leonhart continually inspires and ignites the other lions with his presence and ability. The royal family is convinced, however, and eventually the hopeful lion is ignored by all who formerly supported his ascension. He begins trailing further and further behind in the Pride, a stark contrast from the prospect he once was. His transition from potential leader to nameless face in the crowd is slow and subtle; the other lions are ignorant to his plight, and eventually he is forgotten. One day when the Pride wakes from a nap, young Leonhart continues sleeping, and no one remembers to wake him. They all march onwards without him, never looking back, and the dream that was born that day when the sun rose in the pristine jungle dies. Moreover, it doesn’t die in a bang nor a whimper, but in complete indifference.

Siyo Nqoba (We’re going to conquer)

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The young lions who had sabotaged little Leonhart alas conquer and attain the lure and status within the Pride they so longed for. They become heroes, and handpick whoever else is to join them in this distinction. Meanwhile, the shunned Leonhart remains sleeping through all these years on the spot where they had left him, a distant memory. The other younglings grow, finding great jubilee and happiness in adulthood. They rule the Pride, they marry each other, and they rejoice in the birth of their children. The kingdom is in great spirits and merriment. All are content. There is peace.

Young Leonhart, now an adult, awakens from a deep sleep.

itzLEEyuhBITCH

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And when his eyes open after sleeping all those years, he is born again. But this time, his mother isn’t at his side. This time, the sun doesn’t rise in the pristine jungle. Though the darkness is initially disturbing, he embraces it; all thoughts of shining in the brilliant light of the sun are replaced with a deep-rooted evil vengeance.

I fly high, you guys.

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This time, when the little boy points at Leonhart and says, "Here comes a lion, Father," the Leonhart savagely mauls them both. Through his obscured and diminishing vision, he mistakes the onlookers who were his admirers for parasites. He wanders back to the Pride, the blood of Man coating his beautiful mane. He finds the group and opens his large mouth, his mighty roar unleashing Hell itself.

You betta take notice.

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He tears flesh from the bone of his brothers, he rapes his sisters, he runs roughshod through all who were deemed unbeatable and great...He doesn’t stop until his family all remember his name.

It’s MY TIME!

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Then, he sees perched atop the highest rock a new lion who had evidently been groomed by the group, and this new lion is presently their most revered warrior; two brides are at his side. The uncompromising Leonhart marches upwards to take his rightful place, apathetically killing and pillaging others on the way there.

I’m gonna shine.

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Joining the Pride’s top gladiator atop that rock, the sun rises again, and it gives the new lion hope like it had given Leonhart on the day of his birth. The new lion brazenly steps towards the older wily Leonhart...

You know this!

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...and is eaten alive.

Lee: The end.

He finishes with an uncharacteristically comforting smile at the bedside of Marcus Walker, the 10-year-old Make A Wish kid with whom Lee was supposed to spend the day. Well, you know what they say about being careful what you wish for, right? Lee closes the storybook he had been pretending to read while making up his own morbid tale. It feels like he had forgotten something. Ah, yes...

Lee: And he lived happily ever after.

The distressed child clutches the covers tightly, eyes widened in terror and forehead dripping in a cold sweat.

Marcus: W-w-what about everyone else?

Lee: They all died, very painfully and very slowly. See, son, that’s what happens to people who follow the path of the liars and cheaters. It’s the same message your hero, Lee Homicide, has been trying to get through to all those hypocrites who refuse to listen to me: there are two roads to follow. But you have nothing to worry about, because you’re going to follow the path of Lee Homicide and realize the same legendary status in life that I have in wrestling. Or you can follow the path of, say, Thunderkiss, and become a degenerate backstabber who will in all likelihood fornicate with Hitler for eternity in the fiery depths when he dies.

Lee smiles warmly. Marcus tries not to cry.

Lee: Good night, Marcus. I’ll tell my buds in the wrestling world about you. Especially XS3. I know how much you like XS3.

Marcus: I-is XS3 a hypocrite too, Mr. Homicide?

Lee: No, son, XS3 is a retard, like Lennie in “Of Mice And Men,” and that’s why it’s acceptable for you to cheer for him. You should sleep now, or your mother won’t let me take you to see “12 Rounds” tomorrow.

This prompts the boy to diligently fall asleep, pulling the covers up over his head.

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: Rocky Road
Credit: Jake Steele

Struck in the back... you all saw it. The Shadow Step heard 'round the world. The re-appreciation night that went completely left field as the last man who you would expect to strike his 'brothers' in the back doing just that. He put Train down. He put Lee down. He put Steele down... and he made it clear why he had such a sudden change of heart. The ACW World Heavyweight Championship. Placing his boot over the chest and raising it into the air, Moscow were the first to see the true side of XS3. And earlier tonight, the Arena Zagreb learned his full intentions and reasoning. They weren't the only ones though, because The Road Steelers were watching on in pure disgust, their ears and eyes opened to find the truth...beyond the betrayal.

This scene opens with Charlotte King walking down the halls of ACW. The cameraman follows her, until she reaches her clear destination; The Road Steelers locker room. Upon the nameplate on the door being seen, the Zagreb fans cheer, Charlotte knocking and waiting for a response. The door opens after only a few seconds, Misono Matheson opening the door, even her face showing emotion by the turn of XS3. She doesn't say a word to Charlotte, turning her back to her and walking into the room, insinuating for our interviewer to step in. Ms. Matheson sits down on a bench, right next to the man who everyone is surely waiting to hear words from; Jake Steele, who garners a very large pop. Steele is looking at and shining his World Title, seemingly not paying attention to Charlotte. She tries to open her mouth and ask a question, but Steele cuts her off with a question of his own.

Steele: Betrayal… Betrayal. Let me ask you a question Charlotte, do you know what dat means? Wait, wait. Don’t answer dat. Cause no matter what you saw, I’ll still doubt you really do. Sure, you may have had ya heart broken before, or maybe you been played by a friend of yours. It happens. Shit, dis ain’t even da first time it’s happened to me before. I’ve been stabbed in da back. I’ve been tricked, plenty of times. People see me, and others around me as da type of people you can do dat too. Dey look at me, dey see dat I’m open to new, smart, and impactful ideas, and dey see dat when I get those ideas in my head, all I’m thinkin’ about is a new way of makin’ a statement. Good or Bad. Which easily… makes me open to these type of attacks. You could even say dat when I’m in dis frame of mind, I’m vulnerable. Yeah, yeah, I know. Jake Steele? Vulnerable? It happens. I ain’t perfect. I damn sure want to be… but I ain’t perfect. Close to it, but I still ain’t perfect. And just a few days ago, I realized dat. All thanks to one man - XS3. Heh, X, he’s always been a good friend. He’s set me straight when I needed to be, and he’s got me riled up when I needed to be. He was like da big brother I never had, well besides Dan White, but you get what I'm sayin'. XS3 always looked out for my best interest. He always wanted to see me make it to da top… and now I am. A place he’s never reached. But judgin’ by last Thursday, a place he now wants to be. Truth be told, I shouldda seen it comin’, Charlotte, I really should have.

Charlotte nods her head, as Misono inches up closer to Steele showing her sympathy for him as she leans her head on his shoulder. Steele continues to look down at his title and polish it, continuing on with his words of anti-betrayal, Charlotte holding to mic out to his mouth and listening.

Steele: For eight months, all XS3 did was talk about how he was a Road Steeler through and through. He said da blood of da group ran through his body and soul. He said he would do anything for Me, and Train. And for eight months, we believed him. He did nothing but make sure we were happy, and he didn’t try to look out for himself. He defended my International Championship for me, he won da Tag Titles with Train. He’s fought dozens of battles for us. For eight months, XS3 was a Road Steeler, no doubt about dat. But Matt Irvine. He had other intentions. Intentions which go past da code we created together. Fuck, it destroys da code. You don’t just ditch us, and decide you out. Dat is NOT how we work. He knew dat, Charlotte. He also knows what I do to da people who were foolish enough to break our code.

By this point, Steele's calmer tone he had earlier has subsided and now he looks to be growing with anger, and frustration. He hands his title over to Misono, who places it on her lap. Steele lists the two men who had to be dealt with for their betrayals. He starts off with Jay Zero.

Steele: Jay Zero; when he turned his back on us, he thought he was in power. He claimed to have Train on his side. He claimed to have Authority. He used his newfound “power” to keep me away from him. But we all know how dat went. I found his ass. I got him in a match at Bloody Valentine. And before you knew it, his power was - gone. I beat him, took his title, teamed back up wit' Train and Ginger suspended his bitch ass!

Zagreb catches memories of seeing one of the most egotistical and power hungry World Champions being carted out, and they begin to cheer. Their current Champion isn't done yet, he has another name to the list. A very recent one, FSX. And with this story begins forming on the face of Steele.

Steele: Fallen Souls; da story ain’t much different. He was a smarter man than Jay Zero, but he was still a fool. He thought his mind games would effect me. Shit… all dat did was push me harder. He avoided me at every corner, hid behind his own personal issues and personal attacks. He wanted to make me a man, but I showed him just how much of a man I am. I put him in retirement!

...Matt, I heard every last word of what you said out there. I heard yo challenge. You want me at Fallen Heroes? You really want dat, Matt? Well guess what?… I don’t accept. Heh, at least not yet. Because before I do accept , I think you should see somethin’ - or someone dat got a few choice words for ya. I ain’t sayin’ who, dat part is a mystery. What I will say though is dat when you see who I got... aw man, you gon' shit some bricks! You can believe dat...

Suddenly, Steele's phone rings. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his iPhone (product placement FTW) and he checks the caller. An even bigger smile forms over his face now. I wonder who it is...

Steele: Speak of da devil. Here dey go right now. I gotta take dis, but remember, we’ll see you on Thursday, Matt.

Steele winks at the camera, and hits Talk, beginning his conversation as we...

Fade

[The Feature Presentation]

Bringing Down The Man
Dan White, Thunderkiss

So we heard the revelation that Dan White is going to take part in Fallen Heroes. There wasn't much doubt in what his answer was going to be, but it's still one that the Chairman didn't agree much towards. Regardless, we're now going to see Dan White in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. But he's not the only favourite. There's another man out there who many consider to be a hot favourite going into the match. A man whom Dan agreed to join forces with, against Gingerdude. That man is Thunderkiss.

We open up to Thunderkiss' locker room, and the former Heavyweight Champion is practicing his stretches ahead of tonight's match, where he faces up against Dan. He looks motivated and in the mood, and wants to win tonight to make a stance as the red hot favourite going into the PPV. But Fallen Heroes is still three weeks away, and as we've seen in the past, anything can happen.

There's a knock on the door, but TK ignores it as he stretches his arms. So he's then surprised to see the door swing open, and Dan White walks through to a large pop.

Thunderkiss: The hell? *pause* I thought my door was locked?

Dan smirks, holding up a key similar to the one Thunderkiss possesses.

Dan White: You know, mate. You're not the only one who has an all-access key to this dump.

TK raises an eyebrow as Dan gets down to business.

Dan White: Anyways I was just wondering if we could talk about tonight. I mean isn't it a bit of a coincidence that we agree to team up with each other, and then suddenly we're in a match against each other tonight?

Thunderkiss stops his stretching, responding to the question.

Thunderkiss: Divide and conquer at its finest. Really now, should we expect anything less from our disgruntled employer? Nothing would make him happier than to see you and I tear each other apart. It’s the perfect ploy to soften us both up for Fallen Heroes so that his vision of the perfect champion will be fulfilled. The perfect “yes man,” if you will.

Dan White: You know, you strike a good point...but all this points to is that Gingerdude is possibly a Nazi, or something. You know, the “ideal ACW wrestler”, that whole Aryan thing Hitler raved about.

Thunderkiss: Heh, you know you got that right. Now the question of the hour is are we going to step directly into his trap? I gotta be honest, White, a fight is a fight and I’ve never backed down from one in my life. There is no easy way out of this one other than taking the night off and that’s not me and it’s certainly not you. You may have my back and I yours, but I refuse to curtain jerk this show or go easy on you. You understand?

Dan smirks, shaking his head.

Dan White: Mate, I'm in the same boat. I've never dropped on the floor for anybody, and I ain't gonna start with you.

Thunderkiss: In that case, I'll see you in the ring. May the cards[/b] fall where they lay.[/color]

Dan smiles with confidence

Dan White: See you there...

With that, Dan makes his exit, leaving through the door ad closing it behind him.

Thunderkiss: Two of a kind we are, two of a kind...

TK resumes his stretching, as he goes into a match which will give us all a clear indicator into who the favourite going into Fallen Heroes will be.

Fade Out.

[The Feature Presentation]

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
By Dave Shadow

As we cut back to the ring, we find that it has been set up rather elaborately. Between the ropes now lies a funeral set; a coffin surrounded by wreaths. Pictures of Dave Shadow from across his career are framed and placed around them as well, and a podium stands in front of everything. “Party Starter” hits; hardly the most appropriate music for the setting, but the crowd would have been upset regardless, such is their dislike for the man who walks through the curtains. Dave Shadow emerges wearing a suit and tie, and with the Entertainment Championship belt over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp with a big smile on his face, climbing into the ring. He walks over to the podium as his music dies down.

The crowd continue to boo, as Dave lies his title down on the front of the podium. The lights in the arena are dark, and you can’t see the fans. But Dave can hear them loud and clear. They don’t like him one bit. And he loves it.

Dave: We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a beloved individual. A man whom you all loved to cheer. A man who you all looked up to because he pandered to your whims and desires and did everything you wanted him to. We are gathered here today to not only celebrate but also put an end to a chapter in the book of life. This is the funeral of Dave Shadow, fan favourite. He was a good man. Too good perhaps. Sure, he won some matches and did some amazing things. But he also lost a fair bit. He got his ass kicked far more often than a man of this industry should. He was a man of peace and justice and fairplay. Who thought that the most important thing in life was to make you, the ACW fans, happy.

The crowd boo him, as Dave looks up towards the heavens, as if preying.

Dave: Oh, but how wrong he was. Because for all the happiness you may have experienced watching him, he suffered greatly. He got beaten down by The Empire in vicious attacks. He was an underdog, and the truth of the matter is that underdogs don’t make dramatic comebacks. They might try, and they may come close to succeeding. But in reality, the bigger guy always wins.

See, wrestling is all about power. Not just brute strength, but skill. Strategy. Tact. And he, that man you loved, did not really have any of them. He would charge in without thinking the situation out, and he’d get his ass kicked. All because you fans thought a true superstar is someone who fights the good fight and never backs down. I hate to break it too you, but this isn’t a comic book world. We aren’t supposed to be super heroes, nor could we be. You all expect far too much out of the ACW superstars, and worse still, you expect the wrong things out of us as well. You’d rather someone who is brash, rude and lewd. You’d rather the likes of Jake Steele...

The crowd cheer.

Dave: Dan White....

The crowd continue cheering.

Dave: You’d rather the likes of Thunderkiss? You all disgust me. But that’s ok. Cause tonight is not only the death of Dave Shadow, fan favourite. It’s the birth of Dave Shadow, vigilant crusader against the evils of this promotion. The man who stands before you now in this ring is the man who will change the face of this promotion. I promised you an impact. I promised you something you’d tell your grandkids about, and I promise you that when it happens, you will take notice.

Too many people gloss over me. I know that many of you ignore me and don’t take my threats seriously. But soon you will learn the folly of your mistakes. And when that time comes, when IT happens...I know you’ll be shocked. I guarantee you won’t be happy about it. All I ask is that you realise what I do, I do it in the best interests of this promotion and of you. And I hope someday....you’ll thank me for it.

Dave turns and looks at the casket behind him. As the crowd boo, he picks up his Entertainment Championship.

Dave: Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

A big smirk spreads across his face.

Dave: Here lies the soul of your hero. Behold who rises in his place...your saviour.

Dave laughs, as we...

[FADE]

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: The best things in life… have a price tag (Credit: Rawt)

It’s a bright Wednesday afternoon, birds are singing, hobos are sharing their mcdonalds and booze, people hugging, no negativity anywhere you can look, well, except for one guy.

Rawt: What do you mean I got to pay for my food?!?

The scene opens in a restaurant. Rawt throws his napkin at the waiter and rockets out of his seat.

Waiter: Sir, I am going to have to ask you to calm down or I will have to call the authorities.

Rawt stares at the waiter, smiling. Alas, the smile is deceptive.

Rawt: NO! NO! NO! NOOOO!

Rawt backhands the waiter across the face, leaving a trail of gasps from the other patrons spread around the room.

Waiter: Oh, how DARE you!

The waiter then backhands Rawt with his left hand, leaving a bright red print on his face. Rawt smirks at the waiter then shakes it off.

Rawt: Well...

Rawt charges the waiter into the wall and starts to punch him in his stomach, making the waiter start to spit out blood. Rawt steps back and raises his fists into the air in triumph over the waiter.

Rawt: Mwahahaha, I am invincible!

Before Rawt can honour his... victory over the waiter, a POPO car pulls up to the restaurant. The 2 POPO barge through the door, guns aimed at Rawt.

Cop#1: FREEZE MOTHER- err, I mean, lawbreaker”

Cop#2: Mmmm yes, freeze you shall do.

The POPO handcuff Rawt, who knows better than to start on a pair of heavily armed officers, and take him "downtown".

(A little later, at the Police Station. Rawt has been placed in a holding cell, and is being interviewed by a guard.)

Guard: Ok, so you’re one of those ACW people who goes by the name Rawt eh?

Rawt: Yes.

The guard gives a sigh, as if that’s an answer he hears all too often.

Guard: Any I.D?

Rawt: Maybe.

Guard: -.- I never knew "maybe" would answer a yes or no question.

Rawt: Neither did I until I said it.

Guard: OK, enough of these games, Do you or do you not have I.D?!?!

The guard grabs the bars with his hands, which cause a vibration on the cell door.

Rawt: Sheesh, no need to get your panties in a bundle, just pass me my jacket, and you shall be granted the I.D you wish.

The guard takes his hands off the bars and moves cautiously towards Rawt's jacket hanging on the hook and passes it to Rawt.

Rawt: Now...let’s see here, I.D. Hmm condom, bankcard, visa card, Wal-Mart card, ahhh here we go, drivers license.

Before Rawt could even catch a glimpse of his own drivers license, the guard snatched it out of his hand so quickly before Rawt could blink.

Guard: Hmmm. Well, the waiter has opted not to press charges, very fortunately for you. But, under the authority of the court, you must visit your therapist after you leave. Understood?

Rawt: Yeah yeah, I got it, will you let me out of this cage now?

The guard moved towards the cell door to release Rawt.

Rawt: Thanks.

Guard: Yeah, just get the hell out of here and go see your therapist.

Without hesitation, Rawt swiftly swept past the guard, relieving him of his I.D and made his way back to his car.

The next scene has moved further on still in time, and shows a plush office. Rawt sits in a chair, facing a middle aged woman wearing glasses.

Therapist: Welcome Rawt. Now, I know you don't want to be here, and that you know I want to deal with this as efficiently as possible, so let’s get down to business.

Rawt: So what am I supposed to say exactly?

Therapist: Well, I have heard that you assaulted a waiter at the local Applebee's, is that true?

Rawt: Well fuck, he told me that I, Rawt "The Crippler" Ross, had to pay for my food!

Rawt jolts out of his seat as he yells at the therapist. To her credit, the Therapist doesn’t flinch.

Therapist: You can't always get things for free, you must know that.

Rawt: This is for free isn't it?

The therapist became silent. She stood up slowly from her chair and walked to the window.

Therapist: I’m sorry Rawt, but it’s the way the law works…

Rawt: What do you mean crazy lady?

Therapist: Rawt... being here right now for the past 15 minutes, has already cost you $500.

Rawt's jaw dropped as he heard "$500" come from her mouth. He yelled vile profanities at the roof then ran out the door.

Fade Out.

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: Yeah, That Is TOTALLY Unforgivable (Credit: Lee)

The man in cloth bowed before the large cross alone in that church late Sunday afternoon. He prayed silently for himself, for his family, for the country in the economic downtime and for humanity as a whole. He also prayed for this town exclusively, for the wrestling show was coming tomorrow night, and he was weary of the influence it would have on people.

Lee Homicide stepped inside in his Sunday best, clean shaven and all for the occasion. He was distracted by his own selfish thoughts. The man in cloth noticed the wrestler’s entrance and quietly slipped into the confessional booth. Lee surveyed the church and was pleased that he’d come at an hour where he was alone, though he’d heard the footsteps of the man entering the booth. Lee smirked, content that this visit had worked out perfectly for him. The smug performer joined the man in the booth on the opposite end, coughing once to engage their discourse.

Lee: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

The man nodded.

Priest: I’m listening, my child.

Though Lee was at first felt unnerved upon entrance into the gaudy building, he was suddenly filled with a sensation of familiarity, and that eased those nerves. When he was a kid, he had started going to church by himself to cope with his parents’ divorce, and had managed to find a family within that Christian community whenever his own family seemed too depressing to deal with. For that reason, the man had Lee’s full cooperation.

Lee: I’m not afraid to tell you anything, Father. I’m an honest man. I’m not a saint, but I do believe that I all-in-all am a righteous man and a good man... And I have been wronged. I have been wronged consistently and consecutively by the people of my chosen profession and by trusted persons in my personal life.

The man arched a brow, not privy to how this pertained to Lee’s opening statement.

Priest: I see...

Lee: I’m convinced that there is an intentional conspiracy against me. But it’s hard to describe to you, Father. I don’t suppose you watch professional wrestling, do you? No, you’re too good for something so wretched...

Priest: My whole life, my child. I too am not without sin.

Lee smiled, thankful that he had a little something to work with.

Lee: You have no idea what it’s like on the other side of the curtain, Father. No one cares about ability... No one cares about who deserves what. I’m sure you’re familiar with...

He almost whispered the name in a seething hate.

Lee: XS3. I’m sure you’re aware that XS3 has been floundering about, a shell of himself; nothing more than a pathetic nostalgia act. I’m not a fan of nostalgia. The past is a horrible place. XS3 has accomplished nothing of note in recent memory, and yet he has the gall to betray my friend, my confidant, my brother in arms, Jake Steele. The villain that is Matthew Keith Irvine allowed his soul to be stricken by hubris and greed and planted the knife in the back of the very man who had actually managed to make something of that pathetic excuse for human life. And simply because XS3 is a vile, detestable waste of existence, he is getting a shot at winning the richest prize in the industry. What justice is there in that, Father?

The man wasn’t enamored by embittered and jealous nature of Lee Homicide; he grunted.

Priest: Don’t mind the dealings of others, my boy. You will get your own chance at that title soon enough.

Lee shook his head petulantly.

Lee: That’s not the point, though. I was just using that as an example. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had to overcome more than strongmen inside a wrestling ring. I’ve had to overcome disbelievers and politicians who live to cut my legs out from under me, and proceed to hand everything I’ve earned to whoever they favor. And because of that, Father, it becomes my business. It becomes my dealing. Matt Irvine will not be becoming champion at the expense of Jake Steele, of that much I assure you, but just the fact that he’s been given the opportunity is abominable.

The man sighed, displeased with Lee’s attitude and overall outlook.

Priest: You said that you had come here to confess your sins, Lee Homicide. So far you’ve only tattled on others. Now, what is it that you have done?

Lee smirked.

Lee: Oh, I’m afraid you might have been mislead, Father. I’m not here to ask forgiveness for what I’ve done, no. I’m here to ask forgiveness for what I’m going to do. I am going... to reign down on ACW in a blaze of chaos and havoc. And when the dust settles and the chaos has reached its boiling point, then and only then will there be peace. Father, I am going to ascend to the realm of the gods, and it won’t matter who I have to step on to get there, especially if it’s XS3. I am going to eviscerate all who oppose me in front of their women and then if I’m feeling charitable, I’ll take them as my own. I am going to leave all of my back-trackers dead and hollow on the inside, and for that... I apologize.

The man was silent for several seconds, disappointed that he ever saw any potential in the New Yorker.

Priest: I will deliver your message to the Heavenly Father. Is that all?

Lee: One more thing.

Priest: Oh?

Lee: I want you to know my name. So that when these events do come to pass, you can say who told you of such things.

Priest: Actually, my son, these kinds of conversations are supposed to remain anon--

itzLEEyuhBITCH!

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[The Feature Presentation]

Title: Chris Phenomenal speaks.
Credit: Chris Phenomenal

The scene opens backstage in front of a large ACW backdrop with Chris Phenomenal and Kevin “the internet” Anderson preparing for an interview. Chris is going visibly frustrated with Kevin’s insistence that a certain question be answered by Chris. Finally Chris grows tired of Kevin and pulls away the left side of his zippered hoody exposing the butt end of his hand gun. Kevin immediately gets the message and grabs his microphone as Chris gives a nod of approval. Kevin looks at the camera operator and signals to him that they are ready to go. He counts them down until the familiar red light appears and the interview commences.

Kevin Anderson: I am joined at present time by the man who last week was narrowly defeated by Thunder Train and a member of the Mega Star Alliance, Chris Phenomenal. Now Chris, last week you appeared to have Thunder Train on the ropes, even having him up for your signature Superman DDT but you were unable to pull it off and eventually succumbed to another Om Nom Bomb. Is it fair to say that Thunder Train is your Kryptonite?

Chris Phenomenal: No it isn’t fair to say Thunder Train is my kryptonite. If you look at our records I hold two victories over him, as compared to his one over me.

Kevin Anderson: You did have Hollywood Mach on your team in both of those matches however, and some would say he saved the day. Some would argue that Thunder Train is well out of your league.

Chris Phenomenal: Yes, some could argue that, however those that do either don‘t know wrestling or are like you and think they no everything because they read about it on the internet instead of watching the product. Our previous two matches were team encounters, and one could surmise that I put the team above my own personal glory. Yes I took two Om Nom Bombs, but it‘s fair to say that afterwards Train was not nearly at one hundred percent and was easy pickings for Hollywood. It‘s like having the wide open net in soccer, but the keeper is charging you. Instead or risking the chance that he makes an incredible save you dump the ball off to your team-mate who is in a better position. Then if you look at our match last week, I held my own. I was able to slam Thunder Train to the mat, take him out to the floor. I dominated that match for 75% off the time, the only problem was it wasn’t at the end. So yes, if you wish to you can say that Thunder Train is out of my league, but mark my words, Thunder Train isn’t going to come barking up this tree any time soon. I saw it in his eyes after our match last week that he knows in due time I could be a major threat to his International Title.

Kevin Anderson: Throughout the history of ACW, most people who have gone after the International Title have had some experience in regards to the ACW Entertainment Title. Is it safe to assume that you want a shot at Dave Shadow in the near future?

Chris Phenomenal: I‘d love to have a match against Dave Shadow, I think the two of us could and would put on one hell of a match, show stopping maybe. The thing is though, that I don‘t see the Entertainment title as a pre-requisite for holding the International Title. I‘ve been around the block a time or two, been a major player wherever I‘ve gone so I‘m not some chump ass rookie. I‘ve held major title belts before so to question whether I am champion material is both naïve and stupid. If I get a shot at the Entertainment Title, that‘s great, I‘ll take it and if I win then I‘ll defend it and go on and break Kudo‘s record for longest title reign. That being said however I‘m not worried about the title stopping me from making waves in ACW.

Kevin Anderson: Well tonight Chris, you get a shot at possibly making waves around that Entertainment Championship, as you get to face a man who has both beaten Dave Shadow, and been beaten by him in Jack Jefferson. Some on the internet community have suggested that win over Jack this evening could possibly put you on the radar of Dave Shadow, and possibly go towards earning a shot at the Entertainment title.

Chris Phenomenal: I really can‘t be assed with what the Internet community thinks. If I sought the approval of basement dwelling inbreds I‘d take up Dungeons and Dragons, Magic or some shit like that. If I win the match sure it‘s a huge victory, Jack Jefferson has been a major player in the ACW scene for a while, and before that was a major player on fallout so a win over him means you are no slouch. With that said I have to focus solely on him tonight, and not what might happen after I beat him. I’m not concerned with the title belt as I have previously stated and thus will let the chips fall as they may.

Kevin Anderson: Chris at Genocide, Lee Homicide threw down the gauntlet when asked about your match at Bloody Valentine. He said that he had a lot of respect for you, and that you both were very similar. Would you care to comment on that?

Chris Phenomenal: Ya know Kevin, I was listening to that and the little Brooklyn bitch brought up some decent points, about how we both wanted the ACW Championship, how both of us hate to lose and that a match between us would tear the roof of the joint. That being said however there‘s a lot of shit he didn‘t mention. You see I don‘t know a shit load about him, but he‘s got his own little crew outside of the Road Steelers and when he goes back to his Brooklyn slum, mommy and daddy are there for him. Sure he may have had it rough as a kid, but he wasn‘t on his own. He had somewhere to go and fight for himself. He also mentioned how my ego was as big as his own, but at least mines warranted, I‘ve accomplished some shit in my life. I hold two victories over him…

Kevin Anderson: But neither were in singles competition.

Chris Phenomenal: So, what you saying. He still had a chance to win the match, he still had the chance to come out on top but he didn‘t. In the end it was my hand getting raised, it was me victorious, me with the tally in the win column. It also just isn‘t in the ring I‘m better than him too, sure thinks he can speak the illest shit, but he ain‘t never seen me flow. He‘s all like itzLEEyuhBitch and I‘m like naw, you wacker than soulja boy mother fucker. He aint got no reason to have an ego like I do because he hasn‘t done shit. I‘m like the New Money to his Jamez Hewitt.

Kevin Anderson: What then do you have to say to his challenge, that the next time you meet he’s going to show you who exactly the king of the ACW castle is?

Chris Phenomenal: There isn‘t a lot to say to that Kevin. He can keep talking the shit but until he can back it up, I really don‘t have too take him seriously. If he want‘s to go I‘m able and willing, any time, any day, all he has to due is haul his ass out to the ring and call me out.

Kevin Anderson: At Genocide you and Hollywood Mach declared your intent to take on the World Tag Team Champions. With Lee Homicide now part of them, could your next encounter be for the Tag Team Championship?

Chris Phenomenal: That sure would be nice, championship gold back around the waist of the Harlem Superman. That said however, Me and Hollywood probably need a tag team match or two under our belt before we can take on the tag team champions. Work on getting into each other‘s mind, and get used to tag team wrestling, something neither of us have done a lot over the past few years. All I got to say is that if it is for the title, the only thing sweeter than shutting Lee Homicide up once again, is the fact that by doing it I could end up with gold around my waist.

Kevin Anderson: Finally Chris, is there any truth to the rumour that you are President Barrack Obama’s illegitimate son.

Chris Phenomenal: Truth be told, that is a possibility, however there are millions of other people who also could be my father. The only thing I can be certain of is that if I am the President’s father, that in the near future I’m likely to get obliterated by ACW’s fiercest knife edge chops courtesy of The Senator.

Kevin Anderson: Chris I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your interview and good luck in your match.

The interview appears to end as for the first time, someone hasn’t obliterated or mocked Kevin Anderson. It isn’t to be however as before Chris leaves he has one final thing to say.

Chris Phenomenal: By the way Kevin, I meant to mention earlier on, your fly is open.

The camera focuses in on the embarrassed Kevin Anderson as the voice of Maxwell McNally cuts over top.

Maxwell McNally: Chris Phenomenal takes on Jack Jefferson, next.[/I]

--Commercial Cut--

[The Feature Presentation]

..::ACW::.. JACK JEFFERSON VS. CHRIS PHENOMENAL..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 15 Minutes
Referee: Keiji Makabe

-* Tale of the Tape *-

“Jack of all Trades” Jack Jefferson
Age: 25
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 219 lbs.
Hometown: Manchester, UK

“The Harlem Superman” Chris Phenomenal
Age: 20
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 265 lbs.
Hometown: Harlem, New York

]“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.

He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and stretches, awaiting his opponent’s entrance.
Simply Phenomenal begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back. He begins his ascent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes the un needed accessories and waits in his corner for the bell.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: The bell brings our combatants out of their corners where they meet in the center of the ring with a grapple. They struggle back and forth with neither man gaining an advantage until Phenominal puts his knees into action. Two knees into Jefferson’s gut later, he takes control of the match and puts Jefferson in a wrist lock. A trained professional of the mat, Jefferson easily somersaults his way out of it and rolls up to his feet. There, he puts his elbows to work and exactly two of them later Phenominal is back on the ropes. Jefferson takes him by the hand and Irish whips him into the ropes. CP bounces back and Jefferson ducks down for a big back body drop. CP goes flying over his head but amazingly lands on his feet. The crowd awes in astonishment at CP’s athleticism but he gets a jumping dropkick to the chops for all his trouble. Jefferson now wows the crowd as he watches CP fall over the top rope and down onto the floor. Desiring to keep the jaws dropped, Jefferson climbs up the corner ropes and sets himself up top. He bides his time until CP is on his feet and then leaps off with a flying body press. Both men crash down onto the padded concrete floor where they remain for the next few minutes as they recover from this train wreck.

MATCH MIDPOINT: After both men reenter the ring, the middle phase of this match up begins. Jefferson heads to the ropes and comes off strong with another body splash but this time CP is prepared. He catches JJ in midair and turns him over for a Double A Spinebuster! Jefferson remains down and is dragged over to a corner where he is put in a Tree of Woe. Now caught, Makabe tries to break him free and succeeds, but not before CP delivers his running CP KNEE! It blasts Jefferson and dazes him, allowing CP to keep the combo alive. Jefferson is lifted up off the canvas and put into a suplex position. He soon goes down into CP’s knee for an atomic drop/complete shot combination known as the HARLEM HURT! Jefferson knows he is in trouble and does his best to get enough time to properly recover. He does exactly that by shooting his foot backwards and catching CP in the gut, kneeling him over. Two kicks to his knees later, CP is on his belly, just where Jefferson wanted him. He quickly leaps on top of him and slaps on a BORDER CITY STRETCH! The Crossface is sunk in well and even worse for CP, he is stuck in the middle of the ring. He slowly tries to move his body to the ropes but the pain is making it hard for him. As we head to the match’s final minutes, he struggles to break free.

MATCH ENDING: With the pro-Empire fans cheering Jefferson on, they soon find out that their efforts are in vane. CP is able to muster up enough strength to get a rope break and Jefferson reluctantly releases his Crossface. Still the aggressor, Jefferson strikes the rising CP into a corner with his knife edge chops. CP’s chest is beat red as a result and he staggers down to his knee once more. Seeing a great opportunity, Jefferson takes it and rushes him with a SHINING WIZARD! However, at the last second, CP ducks and Jefferson’s knee goes sailing into the metal ringpost. He falls back in pain, clutching his leg as he does so. CP sees that this is his chance; he must take it. He leaps up to his feet and grabs Jefferson’s head. He lifts him onto his shoulders and tosses him off with a TKO known as the CARNAGE CUTTER! Jefferson isn’t on dream street, but he is just one more move from moving in. CP doesn’t want to keep him waiting and decides that this would be an inopportune time for the SUPERMAN DDT! Instead, he goes with the SUPERMAN PUNCH and strikes pay dirt! Jefferson drops to the canvas, his body lifeless and unconscious. Phenomenal leaps on top of him and hooks his leg all the way back as an insurance policy. He has come this far to screw it up, after all.

WARFARE WINNER: CHRIS PHENOMENAL!

[The Feature Presentation]

Segment: Dear Sister...(Credit: Road Steelers: Train/Steele)

The Road Steelers locker room. Good thing we are on tour or else it would be trashed! But because of the high power the Road Steelers now control, we see a pretty large locker room with a giant plasma TV. Sitting inside on a couch, we see the ACW Champion Jake Steele playing some Resident Evil 5, probably trying to take his mind off his current troubles with Matt Irvine. It seems to be working too.

Jake Steele: Man, dis right here is da shit! Dis TV is rockin' dawg. 70 Inches! It's like my penis! Haha! You fucking right. Dis surround sound is bumping too...

What Steele doesn't pay attention to is the shaking that is surrounding him. His Santana champ on the table (Cause its so crispy) begins to do that cliche wave thing...whatever...but Steele doesn't even pay attention. The shaking also causes the Xbox to move at a rapid pace. Without warning, it RROD's on him.

Jake Steele: AW WHAT DA HELL! RED RING OF DEATH? MAN, FUCK DIS! DIS IS DA 8TH TIME ITS HAPPENED TOO! OH WELL, FUCK IT, I WAS SICK OF KILLIN' NIG--

STEELE!

Train comes barging into the locker room and goes right to Steele. He picks him up and throws him up against the wall.

Thunder Train: WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS SHE?

Jake Steele: WHERE IS WHO?

Thunder Train: MY SISTER! I KNOW YOU TOOK HER INTO YOUR LIMO! YOU AND LEE! I SEE HOW IT IS! I'M JUST BECOMING A THIRD WHEEL BECAUSE YOU AND LEE ARE BEST FRIENDS NOW! SO TO MAKE SURE I WAS OUT OF THE PICTURE YOU TOOK MY SISTER!

Jake Steele: Dawg.....

It's becoming a very emotional moment...

Jake Steele: Dawg...you will always be my brother....Lee is my brother now too, but you was my brother from da jump, aight!?

Thunder Train: Wha--

Jake Steele: And I would never take yo sister dawg! Shit if you need me to, I'll help you find her! Like I said earlier tonight... once a Road Steeler, always a Road Steeler. Unless you try and play me like FSX...and Zero...and Matt... but I doubt you would son![/color]

Train puts Steele down and backs away. He wipes a tear from his eye. BROMANCE!

Thunder Train: You are right man. I'm just...I'm just so confused with what everyone is telling me. I really want this all to be over.

Jake Steele: It will man... I promise you, we gon' get Matt, and we gon' find out who took yo sister, don't even worry yoself over dat brah.

Train sits down on the couch and pulls a piece of paper from his pocket.

Jake Steele: What's dat?

Thunder Train: It's...it's a letter I was going to give to my sister after my match.

Jake Steele: How does it go?

Thunder Train: Well it starts off "Dear Sister--"

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

Everything goes into slow motion as Train looks down. He pulls his hands from his stomach and blood begins pouring out. Train looks up at Steele who gives a no expression look. Train then falls over onto the floor.

Jake Steele: Sorry...Train.

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

Steele looks down at his stomach now and blood begins pouring out of him. He looks over and Train is now holding a gun pointing it at him. Steele falls to his knees then falls over to his side. Train then puts the gun down. Shortly after, "Jason Freeman" enters the room. He sees the two dead bodies and panics.

"Freeman": HEY GUIZE...GUIZE......

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

*GUNSHOT*
MMM WHATCHA SAY

Both Train and Steele are seen shooting "Freeman." The "Freeman" falls down to his side. The camera shows all three bodies with the song continuing. Of course they aren't dead but this segment provided for some lulz between a few people. Now, on a more serious note, Train has ruled out three people that could have taken his sister but there are still a lot more people to check.

Fade out.

[The Feature Presentation]

“IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES”
Credit: Thunderkiss

[Our attention shifts far away from the action to a quaint little room backstage. There, we see the Chairman of ACW, Jonathan Gingerdude, and his daughter, Anna Sommers, sitting side by side looking as melancholy as ever. Opposite them is backstage reporter Charlotte King who has taken a great interest in this story. Over the years she has experienced her own perils with Thunderkiss and when her eyes saw what transpired at Genocide, she was determined to make this battle her own. Microphone in hand, she does what she can to expose the world to the horrors of Thunderkiss and hopefully rally a few supporters to Anna’s side.]

Charlotte King: Anna, it has been over a week since you walked out of Genocide unhappily ever after. How are you holding up?

Anna Sommers: I feel -

[Anna freezes under the strain of her stress. The corner of her eyes well with tears and she lowers her head in shame. Heartbroken, Ginger moves his hand to her back and pats it in an affectionate manner, proving a few words of encouragement all the while.]

Gingerdude: There, there, sweetheart.

Anna Sommers: I feel like I was raped! I was forced against my will to marry someone I didn’t even know, only to end up married to somebody I didn’t even want! What kind of country am I living in? Is it America or this horrid little country, what’s its name again?

Charlotte King: Croatia.

Anna Sommers: Yes, Croatia. They are all into arranged marriages over here don’t you know. My heart breaks for anyone who has to go through what I’ve had to endure. You are a woman Charlotte, you know how important our wedding is to us girls. We dream about day since we were little and to have it turn out like this ... it’s ... it’s ... it’s just too much for me to bear!



Gingerdude: Mark my words Charlotte, that imposter Aiden is going to pay for what he did to my daughter. Nobody messes with my family and walks away unscathed. Thunderkiss may confuse my words as finding a new ally, so let me be crystal clear when I say he is just as guilty. He was given a chance to do the right thing and instead choose to bring more pain into Anna’s life. I shall not tolerate this and will rectify the situation by ANY-MEANS-NECESSARY.

[Halfway across the arena, the Chairman’s words have not fallen upon deaf ears. Having watched the interview on his monitor, Thunderkiss calmly crosses his arms across his chest and contemplates the mess he has gotten himself into. Oh yes, he could simply go to the courthouse and bring an end to what will certainly be a future of pain and misery, but why do that when blackmail would be so much more interesting?]

Thunderkiss: If any means necessary means, oh, about a cool half million, you got yourself a deal, pops! Hah!

[FADE]