Fallen Heroes 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

ACW Proudly Presents: Fallen Heroes 2009

ACW European Tour
Manchester, UK

Schedule of Matches:
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Stan Vishis vs. Gooner

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Daniel Ness vs. OLYMPIA

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ACW Entertainment Title Match
Chris Phenomenal vs. Jonny Spade

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ACW World Championship
Demon Inc. Lumberjack Match
Special Referee: Senator Steve Phillips
Jake Steele (c) vs. XS3

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Fallen Heroes 30-man Battle Royale

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Fallen Heroes 2009
Dan White (and everyone who contributed a sentence)

[[OOC Note: Play this when reading this segment: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bVBqsiAMEI]]

So, here it is. Fallen Heroes 2009.

The Manchester crowd aren't unfamiliar with an ACW event. When ACW was here four years ago, the M.E.N arena packed out. And this year is no different, with a loud crowd in unison, anticipating the night's show.

There's a sudden darkness, as the Fallen Heroes poster appears on screen

Credit to Rena

A voice then blasts out of the PA System, and there's a roar from the crowd, as the very-familiar “Slam!” by Pendulum hits, or more noticeably, the prelude.

Voice: Somewhere out there in the vast nothingness of space

Somewhere far away in space and time

Staring upward at the gleaming stars in the obsidian sky

We're marooned on a small island, in an endless sea

Confined to a tiny spit of sand, unable to escape

But tonight, on this small planet, on earth

We're going to rock civilization...

The song then blasts out in full force, and the light system cracks into gear, and there's another large cheer as the actual band appear on the Alphatron. The Mancunian crowd momentarily forget they're at an ACW event, getting out their fluorescent whistles and glowsticks, raving like Manchester has never raved before. There is of course a noticeable lack of words in the song, being a true drum and bass mix, but in compensation, the images and words of ACW roster members are seen and heard.

Rena Matheson: We cry. We feel. We fight. We hurt. We do this for those who have fallen around us.

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Phenomenal: For all those who have sacrificed to allow me to get me this far, those are my fallen heroes. Tonight is in honor of them

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The Senator: Fallen Heroes is truly one of the most difficult matches in professional wrestling, trying to survive against twenty-nine other opponents, and making the best of the draw that is offered to you. That said, I enter this match having won it before, and holding the best records in its history. Quite frankly, despite the odds, I have nothing to fear here but fear itself.

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Hollywood Mach: It's a culmination of all the hard work we've put forth...allowing for one of us to rise to the top!

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Dan White: This is my last chance to prove to the world, and Gingerdude, that I'm the hottest topic this place has ever seen. And I'm walking out of Manchester tonight, straight into Omega Effect V

We then see the images of the two men in the World Title match.

XS3: My goals will not be hindered. My purpose is forever withstanding. I refuse to be a fallen hero.

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Steele: Tonight I prove why I carry da world on my shoulders. No destinities will be fulfilled tonight but my own, and those of da ones dat walk by my side in battle. And my destiny is to walk into Omega Effect V as World... Heavyweight... Champion!

The montages then fade out, and there's a massive pyro explosion; a cheer goes out again, as Pendulum close their song, hoist their instruments up in a sign of appreciation for the fades, before the camera fades out.

It's going to be an explosive show.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Suspicions and Impositions
(Credit: Steele, Senator)

After the opening contest subsides, we are treated to The Senator, in his official referee shirt, sitting in his Senatorial locker room. His mind seems focused on his duties for tonight, and he tapes his wrist up in case he has to keep order on the outside of the ring, as well as the inside. He applies the last piece of tape and he puts the roll down on the floor, though when he looks back up, standing next to him, his championship draped over his shoulder, is Jake Steele. The Senator scoffs, and greets him as nice as he can without throwing up in his mouth a little bit.

Senator: So, what may I blame for this unpleasant little visit?

Steele: Listen, I know why you took duty of ref in dis match, you don't like me. Dat much is obvious. And I don't like you neither man. Personally, I think you old, bitter -

Senator: If I may...

Steele: Grumpy, you always buttin' ya nose into other people's business -

Senator: ...have a word in...

Steele: And honestly, I think you washed up and ain't got no place in ACW anymore.

That's it, Senator doesn't take anymore of Steele's bashing and he stands up, going face to face with the man he deems as disrespectful and arrogant, now letting his feelings be known.

Senator: Enough! In return, I find you to be an arrogant, self-satisfied, ignorant, disrespectful, profane little ignoramous! In fact, although I do not condone all of his actions, I can certainly sympathise and empathise with XS3 in his campaign of destruction that he aimed your way.

Steele opens his mouth again, but this time, Phillips is the one to cut him off.

Senator: And mark my words, although I hate your guts and think the best course for ACW will be one on which you do not hold the title, I cannot, will not allow my personal feelings to step in the way of an impartial duty as an officially sanctioned referee. If you manage to win here, and I hope you do not, I will be right there, standing in your path, come Omega Effect V.

Steele takes the retort and the challenge to heart, as he cockily smirks in the face of the politician, and looks at his title, glancing back and forth at both, before he focuses his eyes on the man in front of him.

Steele: ...you just make sure you stay true to your word Phillips, or XS3 won't be da only one wit' a splittin' headache after tonight is over, you dig?

Senator: Hmph, I "dig." Just be sure that if you try to follow through on that threat, I will be there to dig your grave...and that, Steele, is nothing, but the truth.

And with that, Senator brushes past Steele, making sure to bump into his shoulder as Steele nods his head and keeps that smirk on his face. It's going to be a long night... that's for sure.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Succession
The Reprobate

The camera comes back live to the ACW Arena in Manchester, England. The camera pans the crowd until we go to the ring with Kevin "The Internet" Anderson.

Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Well, as always, I am Kevin "The Internet" Anderson, and it's time once again to check in with the... apparently "soon to be" ACW wrestler, The Reprobate.

As Kevin exits the ring and walks to the railing where Rep sits in the front row with Christina on his lap, he continues to speak.

Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Now, once again, I would interview Rep in the ring, but he has been banned from entering the ring or going anywhere in the backstage area, basically he is restricted to staying on 'fan' turf. If he crosses the railing, he will be taken and thrown out like any other common fan. Now Rep, you're out here once again with your manager Christina Hernandez. Where did you too meet, anyway?

Rep puts his hands on Christina's hips and places her on her feet. He gets out of his chair and moves towards the railing.

Rep: I am not here to socialize with you, Anderson. I am here for one reason and one reason only, business. Last week, you saw how my contract negotiations turned out. Pitifully. I will not accept a second hand contract, I will sign a contract on my own terms.

Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Actually Rep, you may be in a good position for making demands. I got an inside scoop for ya. Word behind the scenes in ACW is that while management were completely against you signing a contract just a month ago, they've drastically changed their opinions after watching footage of your GWF career. Care to explain to us how that "Best of" tape was 'discovered' by the ACW management?

Rep pokes Kevin on the chest with his index finger.

Rep: You're STICKING your nose where it DOESN'T belong, ANDERSON. I will not answer any more of your imposing questions. What I do is none of your business.

Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Well you know, maybe if you made some of your past known here in ACW, management would actually have signed you sooner. After all, they're now wanting to snatch you up on a contract because they've seen some of your past work. Why not let your past be known?

Rep looks down, his hair covers his face.

Rep: None... of your business... Anderson.

Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: Alright, alright, I'm just trying to help YOU out, buddy. Anyway, how are the contract progressions coming along? Have you made any progress?

Rep: Thunderous progress, Anderson. Since last week's... incident...

Rep looks over at Christina with a disappointed look.

Rep: I have enlisted a brand new lawyer. His name is Heimal Kaufmann, he is a New York defense attorney, and his transition from pedestrian law to professional wrestling cases will be seamless.

"Money (That's What I Want)" by Boyz II Men hits as Heimal Kaufmann steps from behind the curtain. He is dressed in a fine suit and he walks his way to the ring. He reaches the interview area at ringside.

Heimal Kaufmann: Good aftahnoon gentlemen. It's a cold night heauh tonight. Sooo coooold. I can't believe it. Anyhoo, on to business, fellas. Repruhbate, I have negotiated thoroughly with ACW officials and we have come to a possible agreement that I believe will be beneficial tah both parties. My hands ah shiverin'! Rep, I do not have the contract with me, I handed it to one of your associates who approached me and asked to see it. He said that he was a stable mate of yours.

Kevin "The Internet" Anderson: What a great lawyer you got here, Rep. He hands your personal business out to strangers. Who did you give it to, Stan Vishis?

Heimal Kaufmann: No! He was a white fella. Scraggly hair, a goatee. He was wearin some pretty outrageous clothes. Haaaarrible taste if you ask me!

Rep: Less than a week on the job and you have already failed me, Kaufmann.

Heimal Kaufmann: Puh-lease, Repruh! I can't get fi-yahd again! Give me a chaaance!

"Protect Ya Neck" by the Wu-Tang Clan hits and from behind the curtain comes a well known figure... Josh the Jersey Boy. He is dressed in a tie dye shirt with the sleeves cut off, tight dark jeans and cowboy boots, with a tight black neck choker on. He walks to the ring and screams at rampside fans, and even spits on a big muscled up fan, but security holds him back. With a rolled up set of papers in his back pocket, he reaches the ringside area.

Heimal Kaufmann: This is the fella, right heauh!

JJB: Thank you, Heimal. Rep, the contract is OUTTA SIGHT! You gotta take a look at this shit!

JJB's arms which are riddled with various phone numbers in black marker, reach in to his pockets and pull out various crumpled up papers, dropping some on the floor and throwing some on the other side of his feet. He finally finds the papers he is looking for, points to the page, and shows Rep.

JJB: Here we go! I don't think you'll be disappointed, Rep! It's good shit!

Rep reads the torn papers and stops.

Rep: You have outdone yourself, Kaufmann.

Heimal smiles a big shit eating grin.

Rep: Excellent work... but once again... it just wasn't good enough.

Rep goes to tear the papers up, but JJB grabs the contract from his hands.

JJB: THIS IS A GOOD FUCKIN DEAL REP! IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, GIVE IT TO ME! PLEASE! I NEED A FRIGGIN JOB! I SPENT MOST OF MY SMALL FORTUNE ALREADY ON GWF RINGS AND CONTRACTS BUT THAT ALL WENT TO HELL! PLEASE!

Rep grabs the contract from JJB and tears it up, then throws it on the ground. JJB dives to collect the scraps, but Rep grabs him by the hair to his feet and then decks him which sends him out on to the ground. He pulls himself back up slowly while grabbing his throbbing face and a piece of torn paper.

Rep: JJB... you will get what is coming to you when I get my ACW contract. You will be employed. Heimal, we will finish this.

Heimal takes his cue and rushes backstage to continue negotiations as Rep sits down in his seat and Christina sits on his lap.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Dreams Do Come True Part 1 (Credit: Train n Mainer)

We open outside of the Temple of the Great Jason the Giant...and Sheng Long. It's a very lazy looking place with a giant statue of a Guitar Hero controller sitting atop the temple. Suddenly, a plane flies overhead with one of it's engines on fire. It looks to be going down fast. Let's a look inside the plane.

Man: HOLY SHIT! I'M GONNA DIE HERE!

Man 2: FUCK! I'M DEAD!

Man 3: I DON'T WANT TO DIE A VIRGIN

Man 4: BOY YOU REALLY NEED TO WATCH JUST WHAT YOU SAY.

Thunder Train: SOMEONE SAVE THE FOOD!

Mainer: ”I'm not gonna die like this!”

The plane makes a giant 90 degree angle into the ground pretty much. It crashes and it doesn't explode for some reason. Train and Mainer get out of the plane first with a bunch of things to help them. The rest of the men follow, but before they can get out of the plane...

*BOOM!*

The plane just goes kaboom and everyone left inside blows up. Thankfully the two main characters were able to survive. Yay!

Mainer: Well that’s a cool way to die I suppose.

Thunder Train: Yup. Where are we anyway?

Mainer: Train, we are in East Asia! Don't you remember why we have come here?

Thunder Train: No...

Mainer: We need to get the amulet, rescue hot Asian girls and get some free beer.

Thunder Train: Why--

Mainer: Let’s GO ALREADY!

The duo leave the burning plane totally forgetting that only they can prevent forest fires. Chances are they will end up burning half the jungle that they are in. Anyway, they continue through the jungle and soon realize that they will not make much progress without someway to cut through the huge amount of vines. Train whips out his machete and begins to cut through the vines.

Thunder Train: Are we there yet?

Mainer: No...

Thunder Train: Are we there yet?

Mainer: No...

Thunder Train: Are we there yet?

Mainer: No...

Thunder Train: Are we there yet?

Mainer: No...

Thunder Train: Are we there ye--

Mainer: FOR FUCKS SAKE TRAIN, NO, WE ARE NOT. IF WE WEREN’T THE FIRST TIME, WE WOULDN’T BE HERE NOW. ALRIGHT?!?!?! JESUS CHRIST YOU’RE AN ANIMAL.

Thunder Train: Fine....sheesh, I was just curious. What is that up ahead?

Mainer: I think...I think it's an opening. Maybe we can where the hell we are.

They step into a circle-ish area with no trees. The two look around a bit then a vortex opens inside of Train's back. Train starts freaking out as Mainer looks on with a WTF expression on his face. Out comes two unicorns. They stand in front of the two men.

Red: Charlie!

Blue: Charlie, come on, we need to go into the future.

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

Blue: Wait a second, you aren't Charlie! Where’s Charlie? We have to search for the amulet for the banana king!

Red: Yes, the amulet. Amuleeeeeeeeeeet.

The red unicorn starts floating.

Mainer: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight....Can you guys help us out of here?

Thunder Train: Yeah, we are looking for an amulet, and we need to get to the temple.

Blue: Come on! Follow us, watch out for the narshlobs

Red: Uh oh! Flabbergashers coming in from above.

Thunder Train: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

The four begins to walk through even heavier jungle and Mainer and Train are beginning to not trust the unicorns. But how can you truly trust unicorns? Anyway...

Blue: Ring ring....

Red: Ring ring....

Thunder Train: HELLO?

Blue: Ring ring....

Red: Ring ring....

Thunder Train: HELLO?

Blue: Ring ring....

Red: Ring ring....

Thunder Train: HELLO?

Blue: Ring ring....

Red: Ring ring....

Thunder Train: HELLO?

Blue: Ring ring....

Red: Ring ring....

Thunder Train: HELLO?

Red: Ring ring....

Thunder Train: Mainer, are they messing with my mind?

Mainer: Yeah, I should start taking notes from these guys.

Thunder Train: Good, I thought I was losing it again.

Red: Hey Thunder Train...the animals around here love you.

Mainer: Because that was a reasonable response…

Thunder Train: Really? Because I like to eat them, all the time. No matter what.

Blue: But they love you...

Thunder Train starts to be raised by something. However, because of his weight, he falls right away and hits his head on the ground.

Goatbird: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen, you're feeling all alone, the world's a drone, and nobody's shown any love to you.

Thunder Train: You look tasty or disgusting...

Goatbird: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeen, you're heart is cold as stone just change your tone, get rid of that groan and the world will to!

Thunder Train: I'm gonna go with Tasty

Goatbird: Because Tigers

Tiger: Love you!

Goatbird: Camels...

Camel: Love you!

Goatbird: Pandas

Panda: I WANNA BE WITH YOUR FOREVER!

Mainer: I need to stop growing AK-47 in my backyard, this is really hitting my mind.

Goatbird: River fo-

Train just leans over and eats the goatbird. Mainer has a shocked look on his face as Train looks back to him.

Thunder Train: What?

Mainer: .....

Thunder Train: Where did our unicorn friends go?

Mainer: Wait...yeah.... Shit.

Mainer climbs a nearby hill and it goes up extremely high. He can see most of the jungle. However, he notices that they are behind the plane from where they started and the temple is much further ahead then before. As a matter of fact, they were probably 200 yards from the temple but because of the thick jungle, were unable to see it.

Mainer: When I FIND THEM, I’M SENDING THEM TO THE GLUE FACTORY! Son of a bi-

Thunder Train: I like ketchup.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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Segment: The Virgin Homicides, Part 1 (Credit: Lee)

Scene opens. We appear to be in the middle of a living room area of a run-down home. The floor is covered by a brown, shag carpeting that would be considered tacky in modern day decorating. The walls, painted in a yellow, crème like color hold a few small paintings of matching orange flowers, a desperate attempt to breathe some life into an otherwise dull room. Another interruption to the walls comes from a large, pained window on the far wall. The brown curtains, which match the carpeting, are pulled closed against the dark night outside, although the light of a full moon can still be seen creeping in through the weave of the curtains. A large couch sits in the middle of the room. It’s covered by an orange felt-like material that again would be considered quite tacky by modern standards. The only other piece of furniture in the room is a small, boxed-style television as it rests a few feet away from the couch, it’s screen blank and its switch turned to off. A small fan is inset in the middle of the ceiling, it’s lights resting dark which causing shadows of the couch and television to dance hauntingly in the room. On either side of the television are two rectangular doorways cut into the walls. The one on the right side is illuminated in a yellow glow from an apparently unseen florescent tube humming to life behind the wall. The other doorway holds no light, and is also void of movement, that is for the time being. Slowly a shadow of a small figure is seen creepy forward towards the living room. Slowly the figure begins the take shape. First we see a patch of long, straight black hair the hangs off of the figures head. After a few more shuffled steps, we can see a pair of piercing brown eyes, that look very familiar although we can’t exactly put our finger onto why. As the figure comes closer we come to realize that he is nothing more than a small child, not much older than five years old, wearing a pair of blue, red, and yellow superman pajamas, complete with feet sewn onto the bottom of the wool leggings. In his hands, he drags a small stuffed bear. As he walks into the room, dragging the bear behind him, we see that it isn’t in the best of shape, worn from years of use. One arm is only being held on by a few lose threads, while the green button eyes have been clouded with the sands of time. The tiny boy continues to shuffle his feet as he moves into the center of the room, rubbing his eyes trying to shake off sleep as he seems to be in a half sleepwalking state. He pauses in the center of the room, dropping his hand to his side as he scans through the room with squinted eyes. When nothing but silence is returned, he forces out a dry, squeaky voice.

Lee: Mommy?

Nothing but silence is returned to him. After a few more seconds he again moves his eyes to every corner of the empty room around him.

Lee: Mom…

But before he can finish, a loud crash of pans is heard coming from the room with the light on that we saw earlier. Little boy jumps and spins around to face the direction that the sound came from as a pan can be heard vibrating to a stop on a hard floor inside the room. After the sound finally stops, a loud, deep, gruff voice can be heard coming from the same direction.

Deep Voice: I am so sick of this shit!

The mere sound of the voice coming from the other room causes the Little Boy to take several small steps back from the lighted room, moving the stuffed bear up from his side, and clutching it tightly to his stomach. Another voice comes from the same direction as the one we just heard, although this one is much different. The soft voice seems to be full of pain, and doesn’t raise much louder than a whisper.

Soft Voice: I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…

Several loud steps are heard, boots crashing down against the hard flooring. The sound is quickly followed by a sickening smack of skin against skin.

Deep Voice: Don’t you dare talk back to me!

As sobbing is heard replacing the other voice, the steps of the boot are heard coming closer to the living room, they pause for a brief second.

Deep Voice: And fuckin’ clean this place up damnit!

Suddenly a dark shadow cuts off the light into the room. The tiny boy looks up to see a large mound of a man stumble slightly as he enters into the living room. The man stares down at the Little Boy, literally towering over him. His large, brown leather boots are untied, and hang loosely on his feet, each step breaks a small chunk of dirt off of his boots, smearing onto the carpet underneath him. He also wears a generic grey pair of overalls, it’s zipper hanging open down to his navel to reveal a white shirt underneath. A red and white name badge on the left side of his overalls has the name “John” written in a scripted font. His long brown hair hangs down lower than the Little Boy’s, making his sullen-in eyes look even more sinister. A large, bushy mustache trembles slightly on his upper lip as he sways back and forth, unable to stand fully up straight in his current condition. He continues to glare down at the boy at his feet.

John: And what the hell are you looking at…

The little boy takes a few more shuffled steps backwards, clutching the bear tighter to his chest. With a scoff, the large man takes a few steps forward, but suddenly stops, casting his eyes towards the Little Boy. He takes several steps forward towards the boy, causing him to shiver slightly with each step.

John: Give me that damned thing…

The large man reaches down and begins to tug at the bear in the boys arms.

Lee: NO!

The little boy tries to hang on, but he’s obviously no match for the large man in front of him. He jerks backwards, pulling the stuffed bear loose from the young man’s arms with a slight ripping sound. The thrust causes him to take a few stumbled steps backwards. After regaining his balance, he holds the bear up in front of him, its head now leaning slightly to the side due to a newly formed hole in its neck.

John: No more of this little kiddie crap!

With a quick motion, the man throws the bear into the couch behind them. He quickly turns again and begins to stumble towards the doorway that the little boy appeared from just a few moments before.

John: It’s time to grow up!

The large man disappears into the darkness of the hall. The little boy leans back and makes sure that the large man has completely disappeared down the hallways before he turns and sprints towards the couch behind him. He uses both hands to thrust up onto the couch, and scouts towards the stuffed bear. He quickly throws the bear onto his lap and stares into its dulled eyes. The room remains silent for a few moments before the sound of sobbing once again coming from the lighted room causes the little boy to avert his attention up from the bear in front of him.

Lee: Mommy?

As the sobbing continues, the little boy inches forward, causing him to slip down off of the couch, and back down onto the shag carpeting. He continues to inch forward cautiously towards the lighted doorway, revealing a kitchen bathed in the light of a florescent tube above. The kitchen is in complete disarray, its hunter green linoleum floor littered with pots and pans that must have caused the giant crash that we heard a moment before. The oak cabinets, already dog eared by the sands of timed are mostly hanging open, their contents mostly spilled out onto the floor. One of the doors has been completely ripped off of its hinges and hangs slightly to the side. But nothing captures our attention like a middle-aged woman lying on the floor her head propped up against the cabinet behind her. She wears a pair of jean shorts and a simple white t-shirt, although it has been stained by blood that is slowly pouring out from a gash opened up on the nose of the woman. She tries to sit up, but it doesn’t help to change her appearance which seems to be more animal-like than human at this point. Her eyes are swollen shut and most of her face is covered by black, blue, and purple bruises. Tears pour out of her nearly closed eyes as she keeps trying to sit up, sobs catching in her throat with each struggle. The little boy tries to scout forward once again.

Lee: Mommy?

The mother stops struggling, a look of shock instantly taking over her as she freezes in the middle of the floor. After taking in several breaths, she forces a painful smile to turn up the corners of her mouth.

Woman: Lee?

The boy still doesn’t seem to want to move, but the woman opens up her arms, gesturing towards him.

Woman: It’s ok. Mommy’s ok Lee…

The little boy sniffles, but slowly starts to move forward.

Woman: Why don’t you just give mommy a hug…

As the little boy crashes into her chest, the woman’s arms instantly close around him. As soon as the boy, who must be her son’s face is shielded from view, the smile disappears from her face, and tears again begin to pour down her face as she slowly begins to rock the boy back and forth as she holds him.

Woman: Just promise me that you won’t turn out like him, alright honey…

After rocking him a few more seconds, the boy pokes his head out for a brief second.

Lee: I promise mommy. I promise.

With this, the scene slowly fades to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Stan Vishis vs. Gooner

Match will be posted upon receipt.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Time of Truth. (Credit: Train)

We open backstage with ACW Interviewer Kevin Anderson standing in a neckbrace and a backbrace after his attack from Train not so long ago. He has a microphone in his hand and is ready to interview someone when Train appears next to him with his International Championship on his shoulder. Train is already in his wrestling attire but doesn't look too excited for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal.

Kevin: Train, last Monday, you were told by Gingerdude that you had to defend your International Championship inside of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal Match. What are your thoughts on that?

Thunder Train: My thoughts? It fucking sucks. I have to go out there and defend my title by not being thrown over the top rope? Fluke eliminations happen all the time in Fallen Heroes. I'm not gonna lose my title to a fluke elimination. Look at last year, Freeman eliminated me, BY A FLUKE!

Kevin: Well some people would--

Thunder Train: But you know what? This has given me some motivation for tonight. I get to go out there and beat 29 other people. Hell maybe more, who knows. But what I do know is that I will throw 29 other people over the top rope and I will win the opportunity to go to Omega Effect and face my buddy Jake Steele for the ACW World Championship. What else could you ask for?

Kevin: People not breaking your back?

Thunder Train: Come on. Are you still mad about that?

Kevin: JUST A BIT! I MEAN, I CAN BARELY WALK BECAUSE OF YOU!

Thunder Train: That's what they will all be saying after tonight my friend.

Kevin: I'm not your friend....Anyway, what do you plan to do if you end up losing tonight?

Thunder Train: I plan on getting revenge against Gingerdude anyway that I can. Whether it be destroying his family, destroying ACW, anything that I can do to make his life terrible, I'm gonna do it. And If I win the match, I'm gonna rub it into the face of Gingerdude as much as I can. Now, I've got to go--

Kevin: Wait Train, I have something for you.

Kevin, slowly, reaches over and pulls out a piece of paper. He unfolds it and hands it to Train.

Thunder Train: What is this?

Kevin: My hospital bill you dick. You owe me $45,000.

Thunder Train: I'll get some Bat Train revenue to cover it. Bye.

Kevin: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU

Train runs off and now I end this segment because there is a big storm coming in and I don't want this to be lost. Train knows that he has to win tonight and the only way to do that will be to eliminate everyone and retain is title. Can he do it? Probably not...but I'm sure he will be the most entertaining person in the match.

Fade.

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Segment – Rise Above (Credit: ??)

The night has been bustling with activity and the ACW fans eagerly await the next match. The arena is a buzz with noise, until the lights go out that is. For almost 20 seconds nothing happens, making most fans think a power failure has occurred. Then suddenly, the stage comes to life, the arena is basked in monochrome, and music hits, causing what seems like the entire arena to inhale and a forced hush rises over the crowd.

The content of the music does not force the hush, however what is standing on stage does. Almost two years ago, this man was shot and killed…how can he be standing here today? He walks down to the ring, enters, and takes a microphone. The lights raise and he begins to speak:

Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.

Fan: Go back to being dead!

The angry fan jumps out of his seat and hurls what appears to be a Gatorade bottle at Vortex. The bottle flies like a wounded duck, allowing Vortex to catch it easily. The bottle is full of berry Gatorade, Vortex notices this, unscrews the cap, and starts drinking it.[/color]

Fan: What the hell man?!

Vortex: Not the reception I was hoping for, but thanks for the Gatorade.

Vortex finishes drinking, places the cap back on and tosses it out of the ring. [/color]

Vortex: Anyway, back to business.

Vortex begins pacing the ring looking for the words to express the current situation.[/color]

Vortex: As some of you may recall, almost two years ago I was shot. I’m still not entirely sure who did it, however it nearly cost me my career. Back when it happened, I admit, I was weak. It’s amazing what losing streaks will do to your mentality, and it’s equally amazing how a few surgeries show you that losses are nothing but numbers.

The crowd is still at this point; even Angry Gatorade Man sits there listening.[/color]

Vortex: What really matters are the moments. Our lives are short, and thus we need to remember the moments that define us, whether they be good or bad.

A chorus of cheers can be heard throughout the crowd, it seems as if they too now realize Vortex has changed.

Vortex: Enough with the past. ACW has changed a lot since I was taken out, and a lot of the new talent knows little about me.

This produces a sizable pop from the crowd, for they know well of the things Vortex is capable of.

Vortex: In short, if you get in my way I WILL destroy you. These aren’t empty words, for all those who doubt, look up my history if you’re so inclined. Name your stipulation; it matters not to me…for I am…

Crowd: THE EXCEPTION!

Vortex tosses the microphone behind him and stands in the ring, flooded with sound and nostalgia. Now is not the time for nostalgia however, now is the time for action.[/color]

Fade

(OOC: Credit goes to VorteX, naturally. )

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

ACW Crossfire
A Zero Tolerance Segment

A small, dark studio. Two bright spot lights illuminate an otherwise pitch-black scene, shining down brightly. Two men sit in chairs under the lights, looking forward with serious expressions on their faces. Dave Shadow and Thunderkiss. Usually, these two men are partners, perfectly tuned in thought, willing to go the distance for one another. But tonight is different. In the Fallen Heroes battle royal, it’s every man for himself. Likewise, in this scene, the two also find themselves not as partners who have each other’s backs, but as opponents, out for a win.

A third bright light comes on, revealing ACW Chairman Gingerdude sitting at a desk, leaning forward and also looking quite serious.

Gingerdude: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to ACW Crossfire. I am your host for this evening, Chairman Gingerdude. Tonight, joining me in the studio, we have two amazing men who will later tonight no doubt dominate the Battle Royal. Let’s first of all introduce these men...

The camera cuts to a close up of Dave, who has done his best to look clean and intelligent.

Dave: I’m Dave Shadow, from Drogheda, Ireland. And tonight, I plan to win this competition!

The camera cuts to Thunderkiss, who leans back in his chair, calm. Cool. Confident.

Thunderkiss: Hi, my name is Rick Forsythe. I live in the Silver Pond with my parents, George and Edna, and my sister, Suzanne. I'm president of the debate team and captain of my baseball team at Silver Pond High. I have a dog named Rusty. My hobbies include coin collecting and dry-fucking cheerleaders.

The camera cuts back to Gingerdude who holds some cards.

Gingerdude: The rules of this game are very simple. I will read out a list of words based on a topic chosen by.... well, me. The competitors will then have 30 seconds to tell us the first thing which comes to mind when they hear the words. Tonight’s topic – the Fallen Heroes Battle royal! Here goes. Dave Shadow, you get to go first, and your time begins now. Chris Phenomenal.

Dave: The bastard who stole my Entertainment Title and who is keeping it warm for me.

Gingerdude: Thunderkiss, you’re turn. Scott Andrews.

Thunderkiss: Well, he is going to be pretty damn miserable come Father’s Day, now won’t he?

Gingerdude: Wayde Russeller.

Dave: The man who gave me my first shot here in ACW, but a loser all the same.

Gingerdude: Rawt.

Thunderkiss: Some say it’s the comeback of 2009. Some say it’s the feel good story of the year. I say it’s neither. He’ll be back working as a janitor mopping floors and cleaning shit cans the second his fifteen minutes is up.

Gingerdude: Lee Homicide.

Dave: Wasted in the shit group that is the New Road Steelers.

Gingerdude: Yuki Satoshi.

Thunderkiss *looking nervous*: I think I’ll pass on that one.

Gingerdude: Grizzly bear.

Dave: The hell? What the hell is a bear doing on the list? Screw it, I’ll take it too.

Gingerdude: Jack Jefferson.

Thunderkiss: I hereby dub thee Jackoff Jefferson in the name of thy Queen her majesty.

Gingerdude: Danny Mainer.

Dave: Severely underrated but the size of his ego will only help us to throw him over the top rope tonight. No chance.

Gingerdude: Jason Freeman.

Thunderkiss: He’s like the little engine that could, only he can’t.

Gingerdude: Thunder Train.

Dave: I know he’s a greedy ass who loves to eat. But the Candyman has nothing for that punk ass bitch. No threat.

Gingerdude: The Senator Steve Phillips.

Thunderkiss: Lighting won’t strike twice for you, Captain Boredom. For your sake, I hope you remember the last time I catapulted you out of a ring so this time around you can bring a parachute.

Gingerdude: Jonny Spade.

Dave: Have I not beaten him enough already? Must I do it again tonight? So be it.

Gingerdude: Rena Matheson.

Thunderkiss: Yeah, I think I will pass on that one, too. Come on, Ginger, is this a faithfulness test or a game show?

Gingerdude: Dan White.

Dave: Asshole.

Gingerdude: Dan White.

Thunderkiss: After tonight, little Danny White is going to be back to running around backstage with boogeyman masks on. If it doesn’t involve bloody dildos or rape, he doesn’t stand a chance. See last year’s Fallen Heroes for the proof. That’s why he’ll be back to his old bag of tricks come next Meltdown.

Gingerdude: Dan White.

Dave: Everyone is so confident he’ll win, but when will people learn. I’ve already told you all I’ll take great pleasure in throwing him over the top rope and destroying his dreams of main eventing Omega Effect. Once again, no one believes me, but once again, I’ll prove you all wrong.

Gingerdude: And finally....Hollywood Mach.

Thunderkiss: While he steals my gimmick, I live the gimmick. Mach’ I know it’s not 2004 but really! Next time you want to steal from me to make yourself relevant once more at least try to make it look cool. Nobody is buying the cheese you’re churning out, “bruduh.”

A loud buzzer echoes through the studio, as Gingerdude sits back in his chair.

Gingerdude: Well, that’s ACW Crossfire. The winner of tonight’s edition....well, it’s a draw! Because quite frankly, both these men are deserving of the title of “winner”, something their opponents will realise tonight.

Dave and Thunderkiss get up out of their chairs, as Gingerdude walks round his desk. The three men begin shaking hands, as confetti begins to fall from the ceiling. The two seem to be celebrating the win even before the match has begun in an act of amazing arrogance.

Gingerdude: Tonight, one of these two men will walk into the battle royal with the intentions of proving why they are as good as they say that they are. And I can rest assured that come Omega Effect, the ACW World title will end up around the waist of a true champion. Of a man who we can all be proud of. Be that the amazingly talented and hungry Dave Shadow...

Dave offers a big thumbs up and cheesy grin for the camera.

Gingerdude: ...Or the dominating experienced man I can be proud to call family, Thunderkiss.

Thunderkiss poses for the camera, huge, big smiles on the faces of all three members of Zero Tolerance.

Gingerdude: Tonight, we begin the era of Zero Tolerance. Tonight, we take the power that we rightfully deserve. Tonight you will all learn that Zero Tolerance are the true winners. In the ring. And in life.

As the camera pans out, the three men continue to stand with the confetti falling behind them. As the words “Zero Tolerance” flashes across the screen, the three look the very image of the perfect stable. Three men who should be feared.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Whamtown: As Visited by Dan White & Co.
Dan White

Some Time in Between Warfare and Fallen Heroes

We fade in to...well, we have absolutely no idea. It's in the British countryside though, and that's about as much as we know. It's a bright sunny day, unusual for Northern England, which is normally chucking it down with rain. And we can hear three voices. The camera turns around, and there's a large pop as we see Dan White, and the two Royles twins. Dan's holding a camera up, taking pictures of various things as the brothers stand there, arms folded, impatiently waiting.

Biggin: Christ, Dan. Why the hell are we here? There's nothing around the place! It's just all field and crap.

McGroin: Yeah, aren't we meant to be in Manchester?

Dan looks over towards the brothers, raising his eyebrows.

Dan White: I'm here because that fool Rattlesnake wanted to come here on the tour.

He takes a picture of a signpost.

Dan White: Can you believe that goon wanted to have an ACW show here?

Biggin: Well in all fairness there's a lot of open space.

He points to an open field, and Dan takes a picture of it.

Dan White: ...Like I said. He's a fool.

McGroin: So why the hell are we here, then?

Dan looks at the duo, and doesn't really have an answer.

Dan White: Erm...I was able to put petrol cost on ACW expenses?

Biggin: Fair enough.

McGroin: Hey, look there. There's a farm here! At least that means that the place is self-catered.

Another picture is taken, as Dan captures the farm from afar. But it still doesn't sway his judgment that Whamtown is a worthy place to hold an ACW show at.

Dan White: This place is crap. Rattlesnake is crap. I can't believe I ever tagged with that man. What a rubbish place.

Biggin: At least I won't be paying petrol.

Dan takes a picture of Biggin's car (aka my car which I want to show off >_>)

Dan White: Nah man, I lied about the petrol expenses thing.

Biggin: ...you shit.

Owned

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“LIVE TO WIN”

[/font]
Credit: Thunderkiss[/center]

THEY TRY TO TELL YOU
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
THAT’S ALRIGHT
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

THIS IS MY WRESTLING
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
YOU ARE MY PEOPLE
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

[He is the man everyone LOVES to HATE, with the exception of THIS crowd. They just plain hate him. Stepping into Manchester it has become quite apparent that there are no Thundermaniacs here as debris showers him the instant walls no longer provide cover. Believe it or not, he takes it in stride knowing that he has the potential to pay back this crowd later tonight with a win over Dan White at Fallen Heroes. Being a Worldbreaker is good; being a spoiler is even better. Despite their loud objections, Thunderkiss takes possession of the microphone the second his feet touchdown within the ring and speaks directly to a more appreciative audience watching at home (and illegally over the computer, just like ACW does).]

Thunderkiss: I have readied myself for this moment for almost a year. The moment I picked myself up off the ground this past Fall I knew that there was only one day that would atone me of my past failures and that day has finally arrived. Does my tale sound familiar? It should. Over the last month I’ve heard a lot about destinies and dreams and I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone who has a sob story to tell will be my opponent tonight. Now I hate to break it to those who think tonight’s winner is the one who racks up the most expensive psychiatrist bill, but at the end of the night it won’t matter if your wife dumped you, your kids spat in your face or your dog engaged in unwanted sexual intercourse with you. The winner of this contest will be the man with the most endurance. The winner of this contest will be the man who can hit the hardest. The winner of this contest will be the man who uses his brains as well as his brawn. The winner of this match will be ... *dramatic pause* ... Thunderkiss, the man who was built for a contest such as this.

[For a split second the microphone is removed from his mouth so that he can admire his own image plastered upon the big screen like a true narcissist. He confirms his words are true for staring back at him is the perfect 353 pound weapon, fully capable of crushing bones with ease and more importantly, dreams.]

Thunderkiss: I possess every skill to get the job done. Tonight will not be a wrestling match. Tonight will be a brawl. Your cute little jump kicks and finesse moves have no place within Fallen Heroes. It will be a sea of humanity and there will be no room for you to prance around like little girls playing hopscotch. There will, however, be enough room for my fists to do their thang, and trust me brothers, they will be working overtime tonight. My knuckles will BLEED their way to victory as will my heart. There will be nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, that I will leave behind tonight. Every ounce of my soul, my WILL, will be left on that canvas. The moment I enter there will be NO looking back. The moment the winner is announced there will be NO looking back. NO REGRETS! NO REMORSE!

[The Kiss Army lets out a whoop to show their support though it is barely audible. With Fallen Heroes being in the Empire’s back yard, their ranks are certainly diminished tonight. Even still, their efforts reach TK’s ears and are returned with a finger point.]

Thunderkiss: There is a very short list of men who have walked into this thing and ended up having their hand raised. I realize that the odds are not stacked in my favor, nor anyone else’s for that matter. In a match where most is out of my control, there are a few things that I pull the strings on *holds up biceps* and you’re looking right at ‘em. If it is not my fate to win tonight, whomever stands with their hand raised will have paid a heavy price to obtain what I so desire. Every inch of their being will cry out in agony; every ounce of mental faculties will revel in pain. Win, lose or draw, Fallen Heroes 2009 and Thunderkiss will live synonymously throughout history. How so, you ask? The answer is simple: I’ll make my mark on this match by leaving a mark upon the faces of my opponents.

[One final deep breath is all that’s required to take him home. His lungs expand themselves with oxygen laced with smoke and alcohol and his eyes fall upon an “Omega Effect V” banner hanging from the rafters as if it was a billboard from heaven. Time to remind not only the audience, but also himself, why he and thirty others have gathered here tonight.]

Thunderkiss: Oh Omega Effect, my beloved Omega Effect. You have been a cock tease for better than two years. Like a cheap whore I have flaunted myself to you the entire time but we have yet to truly hook up in a dirty, one night stand. Tonight I will do what I must to ensure I’ll finally get to bend you over like a bitch and make you MINE!

[Thunderkiss spikes his microphone into the mat with a chorus of boos and responds by telling Manchester that they are “number one” in his book. Now if only he can do the same to twenty nine other men. The time of atonement is at hand. En garde.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment – Vortex vs. “The Internet” Part 1

The camera focuses and the backstage area of ACW can be seen. Vortex is walking through the halls on his way to some odd corner of the arena or another, when he is ambushed.

Kevin: Vortex! “Rise from the gwave” have we? Here, hold still…YouTube is going to love this!

Vortex spins around to face Kevin, who is now holding a cell phone. Before he can record any sort of video, Vortex grabs the phone…and grabs Kevin.[/color]

Vortex: Is it true you call yourself “The Internet” now?

Kevin: Well...yes. I’m ACW’s top reporter and without my stories the world would cease functioning!

Vortex: Oh, really. Well then, how about we give the world a story?

Before Kevin can comprehend the meaning of this, Vortex knocks him out cold. As the camera pans out, Vortex can be seen dragging Kevin “The Internet” Anderson…but to where?

Fade

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Daniel Ness vs. OLYMPIA
(Credit: Danny Mainer and Chris Phenomenal)

The EPIC entrance music that OLYMPIA uses only when the situation is dire strikes a fatal blow to the audience's ability to stay in their seats, and the arena's lights blare to life and then die to the beat of the song for a full minute. When the guitars and strings begin in earnest OLYMPIA takes the stage wearing his pay-per-view ring attire, making his two-fists gesture and slapping hands as he goes down the ramp to jump in the ring over the top rope.

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman this match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, OLYMPIA!

McNally: This is a match up of epic proportions Eddie!

Edison: Exactly that Max. I know that there are millions of Fallout Faithful who have wanted to see this match for a long time.

Immediately the cheers succumb to the boos as Survival of the Sickest begins and Daniel Ness emerges from the back, making his return to an ACW ring. The former open weight champion begins his walk, not losing sight of OLYMPIA fully prepared to make his mark once again in the ring. He slides under the bottom of the rope as Carter Donovan, tonight’s referee, is just about ready to go.

Phillip Jones: and his opponent from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Daniel Ness!

The crowd’s jeers reach a higher level, nearly drowning out the sound of the bell. Ness and OLYMPIA circle each other, the two smaller men ready to light a fire underneath the crowd. Ness takes advantage with his amateur wrestling background, shooting in and scoring an impressive double leg take down, planting OLYMPIA on the canvas in a modified guard. Ness’ background once again comes into play as OLYMPIA trying to get out leaves himself open and Ness takes control, putting him into a side head lock and starts cranking the neck. OLYMPIA works to his feet and is able to push Ness off into the ropes, but on the rebound succumbs to a diving cross body block. Ness tries to keep OLYMPIA down for the pin but instead OLYMPIA rolls through and ends up on his feet, Ness working back up as neither man has been able to gain the advantage. Ness goes for the attack but OLYMPIA drops out and flings Ness with an arm drag, and as Ness gets up the same thing happens once again, incensing Ness. Ness get’s up and charges at OLYMPIA who goes to the well one to many times, Ness blocking the arm drag attempt and countering it with an irish whip sending Olympia into the ropes. OLYMPIA hit’s the middle rope and springboards back into Ness looking for a cross body. Once again this maneuver proves ineffective as Ness catches him and raises him to his shoulders in an elevated firemans carry. Before he can connect with the neck breaker though Olympia counters it and tries to take Ness down, but Ness counters, but so does Olympia twirling around twice before sending Ness flying into the ropes. Olympia is locked in and as Ness gets up, looks to connect with a float over DDT but once again this is caught, as Ness catches him. For the first time in the match a high power move is successful as Ness is able to connect with a slingshot vertical suplex, taking control of the match.

Edison: Right off the bump these two have put on an impressive display of their wrestling acumen.

McNally: If this is the way the entire show is going to be, it’s definitely going to be worth every penny.

Ness is back up to his feet, OLYMPIA slowed after the suplex doesn’t even make it there as Ness connects with a knee to the gut and then a kneeling cravate, slowing the pace from the up tempo beginning. Twenty seconds is all it takes for OLYMPIA to fight out of the rear headlock and back flip over Ness and looks to hit a german suplex. This doesn’t work as Ness blocks it, tucking his leg behind OLYMPIA’s and then flips him over with a neck snap, Mr. Perfect style and once again slows it down with another headlock, content to use his amateur background to slow down the flying OLYMPIA. OLYMPIA tries to once again fight out but Ness is prepared for it this time switching the chinlock into a double chickenwing and flipping over into a bridge pin as Carter Donovan slid into position to count the fall.
…1
…2
NO! The impressive pinning technique of Daniel Ness would have won him an amateur contest but only garnered a two count in the professional ring. Unfazed by the kick out Ness quickly got to his feet and pulled OLYMPIA up with him and connected with a straight right hand backing OLYMPIA up a step. Two more had him up against the ropes before he whipped him across the ring and looked to connect with a Big standing dropkick…and does, planting one right on the kisser of OLYMPIA. Ness could go for the cover but waits, instead allowing OLYMPIA to get to his feet and then charging in connect with a running elbow smash, nearly breaking the nose of OLYMPIA. Now content Ness crawls over, and hooks the inside leg as once again Carter Donovan is forced to make the count
…1
…2
NO!
Once again there is a two count as Olympia prolongs the match, not willing to give into his manxome foe

McNally: OLYMPIA is showing the testicular fortitude we have come to expect of him Eddie, never giving in.

Edison: I don’t know how much longer he can take this kind of punishment from Ness though.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Calm and collected, Daniel Ness rolls once again to his feet after the two count. The strains of both mental and physical fatigue not setting in. Ness goes to pick up Olympia but desides to humilate him, first throwing him face first into the mat, and then taking his boot and shoving it across the face of OLYMPIA, mocking him in front of the entire Manchester Evening News arena. Backing away Ness takes his eyes off of OLYMPIA to further gloat, making what appears to be a pivotal mistake as OLYMPIA is able to get up and looks ready to connect with his Gigawatt Strike. Ness turns around as OLYMPIA charges but Ness has outsmarted him, a quick drop toe hold leaves OLYMPIA clinging to the second rope, looking foolish as Ness get’s to his feet with a smile. He grabs a hold of OLYMPIA and puts him in position to hit him with his patented Sheer FiNESS. A drop toe hold however is not a sufficient move for taking your opponents out and this comes back to haunt him as OLYMPIA is able to connect with a Zero G suplex…or not…Ness is able to roll through, OLYMPIA over shooting on the throw and allowing Ness to roll out of it in an impressive counter. OLYMPIA, oblivious to the fact that Ness is ready to strike, gets to his feet and is he does is caught with a toe kick to the sternum, doubling him over. From there he butterflies him, picks him up and powers him down with a impressive double underhook powerbomb. Driving the wind completely out of the lungs of OLYMPIA. The result appears to be academic with Ness having completely controlled the match to this point as Carter Donovan rolls into position to count the fall.
…1
…2
…
NO!
Ness made a crucial mistake, not hooking the leg thinking the match was over which in turn allowed OLYMPIA to muster enough strength to take kick out.

McNally: A mistake allowed Ness to take the advantage, and yet a mistake made it so he couldn’t take advantage of it.

Edison: I still though Ness had it in the bag Max. OLYMPIA has to be nearing his width’s end.

Still reeling from the effects of that Double Underhook Powerbomb, Ness slowly manages to wake up but OLYMPIA is right back on him with a forearm to the skull. OLYMPIA then hits a heavy ass Flying Armdrag taking Ness straight to the mat. OLYMPIA then grabs Ness and hits a series of Multiple Jaw Breakers one after the other over and over again until Ness can barely stand. OLYMPIA then hooks Ness up for a Floatover DDT and then when Ness finally made it to his feet he was hit with a big-ass dropsault. Ness tried to come back with some jab offence but OLYMPIA threw him into the corner and hit a running shoulder barge. Ness stumbled out groggily and OLYMPIA vaulted over the top rope to hit slingshot back in with a spinning back elbow right to the skull.

Edison: OH HELL YES!

McNally: What a wicked back elbow, that was friggin’ awesome!

OLYMPIA gets up and throws Ness out of the ring, the action starting to get wild as OLYMPIA ends up getting thrown into the steel steps hitting it like a comet. OLYMPIA yells and Ness dropkicks him into the steel surface painfully. Ness grabs OLYMPIA and flings him over the commentary table forcefully into Edison. He collides with a heavy thud and soon Ness is stripping the table of it’s goods as the ref carries on counting. All of the monitors are thrown to one side and OLYMPIA scrambles up to his feet slowly. Daniel climbs on top of the table and smiles demonically before grabbing OLYMPIA and dragging him over. He lifts him up but instead of what was planned OLYMPIA flips him overhead with a big time back body drop and jumps off the table in the nick of time as it breaks underneath Ness’s weight to the delight of the fans.

McNally: WOW! That’s one hell of a shot!

Ness is first to his feet after the near double countout, using the ropes to help him up. OLYMPIA takes control though as Ness looks to connect with a single knee face buster but is instead caught by OLYMPIA using the ropes to keep him vertical causing Ness to fall off and smash his head into the canvas, OLYMPIA suffering no harm. OLYMPIA waists no time in attacking mounting Ness and connecting with a half dozen shots to the skull, unleashing the frustrations inside of him on Daniel Ness. Finally the referee forces OLYMPIA off of Ness with a five count. OLYMPIA obliges but doesn’t allow Ness to get to his feet, connecting with his excellent slingshot springboard moonsault, landing right on the sternum of Ness. The momentum carries him over Ness forcing him to crawl back and hook the outside leg, preventing a rope break.
…1
…2
NO!
Overshooting on the moonsault may have cost OLYMPIA the match with the second difference being all that prevented him from winning. The hero from the fifth dimension however continues the onslaught, hauling Ness to his feet and pressing him into the near ropes to add momentum before whipping across to the far ones and one the rebound connecting with a picture perfect back body drop, the body of Ness flying through the air before gravity decides to take effect and bring him back to earth planting him spine first on the canvas. His back arching after impact due to the pain.

McNally: OLYMPIA is taking it to Ness now

Edison: Stark contrast to the beginning of the match.