Monday Night Warfare 11th May 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A brief history of violence (Credit: AK)

It’s early evening on ACW Island, and a warm one at that. It would be perfect for a leisurely aperitif in the garden... if one had a garden, of course. Alicia Laureano isn’t convinced that the little square of bland turf she’s looking at now really deserves that name.

She sighs, and then reminds herself for about the eighth time today that they’re lucky to have been able to find a half-decent place to rent at short notice. If the circumstances were less grave, it would almost be like a holiday, living out of suitcase and such. But the blank walls and inoffensive decor only serve to constantly emphasise to Alicia what she and Victor and the twins have lost.

The couch looks like it’s going to cost them extra; claws and teeth have already done damage to one corner. But this at least gives Alicia a little cheer; Pacino seems to be settling in reasonably well, and as for Parker...

She had thought the last of his nine lives had expired, but it turned out Richard Parker just went up a street lighting column. No injuries were sustained in the house fire, but three firefighters had to attend the ER for various scratches and tetanus injections after their struggle to get the feline fiend down.

Alicia walks into the front room, where the twins are napping in a hastily acquired crib. On a table are copies of all the various forms she’s been filling in, in order to clear all the red tape so that they can start putting their insurance payout to good use. She scratches her head, and hopes they’re correct; she and Victor will have to check them once he gets back home. Of course, his visit will by necessity be brief, before he flies out again, to Rome...

A Street Fight, in Rome. Alicia bites her lip.

They discussed it, of course. The pros and cons of different stipulations; Freeman’s likely approach; all the technical things. All the time leaving the one thing, the crucial thing, unsaid.

Alicia sees that Riccardo is stirring, and as his face starts to crumple up, she picks him up and cradles him. Momentarily, she wishes she could be innocent like him, free of any need to weigh consequences. But that has always been something of a burden for her, right back as far as she can remember. A kind of instinctive feeling for the ways in which her choices invariably snowballed in all sorts of ways beyond her control. Most people never seemed to notice just how much their decisions affected their own spheres of influence, or maybe they did, and just didn’t care.

That, Alicia knew, had always been her problem. She cared, probably too much, about all sorts of things. It bothered her immensely that her own choice to get involved in the Fallen Heroes match meant that her husband would be putting his health and possibly more at stake by getting involved in a vicious match with a man whose motives and mental state were as blurred and unfathomable as a London pea-souper fog. And yet, she also knew that the worst thing she could do would be to ask him to let things drop; she knew that Victor needed this outlet, a way of taking action in the face of their combined inability to save their homestead. Her problems, her choices, were automatically his as well. That’s being married. That’s love...

Watching the sun set, Alicia quietly comes to the realisation that there can be only two possible outcomes for her family at Spring into Hell. Either there is closure, for Victor, for Freeman, and for her... or...

She winces. The ornate signet ring on her right hand feels briefly white-hot, just as it did in the moments before she began to smell smoke on that fateful night. She clenches that fist.

There is an old saying: Be very, very careful what you wish for...

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Brotherly Tolerance
Dan White, Jake Steele

Five days, that's all that's in between the biggest challenge in his young career: a World title defense against Hollywood Mach, one of the most recognisable men in ACW history. Yet there are a hell of a lot of other things on World champion Jake Steele's mind, including the whole mess with his half brother Dan White. And with a hearty pop, the camera fades in to Steele, walking alone, towards the parking lot.

Steele: I said one more time for Old Time's Sake, Dre, drop dat beat, and scratch dat break. Now just send a little bit of dat smoke my way, and let's go -

He's brought to a halt, pausing and staring open-mouthed across the parking lot. To his curiosity, and bemusement, he sees his brother Dan pouring what looks to be petrol around a black limousine, with a man in a chauffeur uniform tied up, sitting against the wall, with some tape across his mouth.

Steele: ...What da fuck...

Steele's voice raises the alarm, and Dan shoots up like a dart. But seeing who it is, he shrugs his shoulders, and continues pouring the petrol, rather nonchalantly.

Steele: Yo, what da hell are you doing?

Steele takes a couple of steps towards the limo, but cautious as to what Dan has planned. He doesn't want to end up looking like he's intruding on anything major, especially something that could end up in himself ending up rather toasty. But Dan is in rather good humour, as he responds.

Dan White: Oh look, it's the boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Okay, not that good humour...

Steele: You know what? Fuck you. You just mad cause of things neither of us could help. Who fucking cares if you had a shitty childhood? You done more than me in your career, as far as mainstream shit goes. You done been in films, and even released an album. So let's forget dat shit, okay?

Dan raises his eyebrows at the champ, before focusing back on what he's doing. Steele crosses his arms with impediment, as the now-awkward silence blankets across the parking lot.

Steele: ...well, nigga?

Dan White: Grab a can, and help me pour this crap.

Steele: Word.

Even though he doesn't know whose car it is, why Dan is doing this and why the limo driver is in the corner, Steele just shrugs his shoulders and goes for it, grabbing one of the cans of petrol, and pours it across the window screen.

Steele: So whose car we fuckin' up anyways?

Dan responds, as he makes sure that the rear wheels are fully drenched.

Dan White: Ginger's. He said something about being unable to punish me anymore, so I'm going to douse his car in petrol and threaten him stuff.

Steele: Oh...aight.

Steele is probably thinking what you're all thinking. It's a nostrum for a problem that only the brave or stupid would consider. Yet of course, Dan's probably both. Or just a mental case waiting to be locked away.

The brothers, engaging in this rare act of duo activity, finish off the car, and both stand back, arms on hips. Steele is almost ready to place a shoulder on Dan's arm as they admire their good work, but on second thoughts he probably knows better than to try and assume that the siblings are chummy. But it's a step forward on their relationship, as Dan nods his head.

Dan White: Right, well you better piss off quickly. If Ginger knows that you're in on this act, you'll lose that title quicker than he'd say yo' momma.

Steele smiles and nods.

Steele: Aight, I'm out son.

He pats Dan on the shoulder, and Dan seems to take this quite well. Steele then makes his exit, as Dan turns his attention to the limo driver.

Dan White: Now then, lad. We better get you out of here before the fireworks start. To the pub!!!

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Out of the Woods
Credit: Lycos

A camera is shown rustling through bushes and trees in the forest. It pushes deep into the woods, further and further away from civilization. the screen goes black as a text flashes across the screen.

Something Has Been Lurking In The Woods

The camera keeps going until it hits an open area. Four wolves slowly creep out of the darkness, leering in the camera's direction.

It Has Been Training, Hiding, Waiting for its Time

The camera man turns and runs from the wolves but only makes it a few steps b before tripping over something. The camera turns to reveal a deer ripped in half.

An Urban Legend-A Man Raised By Wolves

A howling is heard off camera. The camera man gets up and starts running but a figure appears in the shadows. A man crouching down with long black hair, muscles rippling, completely naked. He jumps at the camera and the screen fuzzes.

He will be Unleashed-5/16/09

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“WARPED REALITY”
Credit: Thunderkiss

[Unlike the previous weeks, Thunderkiss’ spirits appear to be on the rise. There is a smile on his face and a spring in step on his dash to the ring. He even takes a few seconds to spread the love to this local chapter of the Army who have paid their hard earned money to see him here tonight. With Fakden still looming at large, one has to ponder the reason for such a drastic change. The second his feet touch down inside the ring we get our answer. Hands on both ears and biceps twirling in the air, his showboating becoming more show than boating exposing nothing more than an elaborate act to bring forth his biggest fan. All the performance needs is one final act for a standing ovation. He tilts his head back and opens his arms, creating a target that not even a Stormtrooper could miss.]

Thunderkiss: Here I am. Come on boogyman, come and get me.

Thunderkiss: GOTCHA!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s the imposter! We’ve been waiting for this moment for ages! Lay it on him Thunderkiss, do it now!

Maxwell McNally: You might want to turn your heads away folks, this is going to get ugly!

[He already has the hardest punch in all of ACW but his rage breaks his limits. Putting every ounce of his strength into his fists, he unloads a furry of strikes the likes of which has never been seen before. Not Black and White, not Matt Irvine, not even Senator Steve Phillips have felt such punishing blows. Blood begins to seep through the sides Aiden’s metal mask as internally something goes awry. Choking noises emanate from within and Thunderkiss goes into action to remedy the problem, not out of concern, but rather to make sure Fakden stays conscious for the later rounds. The Worldbreaker isn’t done yet, not by a long shot.]

Thunderkiss: Well Scooby Doo, it’s time to find out just who this guy is, and if its old man Winters, I want my money back.

[Thunderkiss removes the mask. The camera zooms in. The audience takes a deep breath.]

Thunderkiss: It ... this can’t be. FUCK YOU, MAN. FUCK YOU!

Maxwell McNally: Wait, that’s not the impersonator! That’s Thunderkiss’ childhood friend, Victor Recesvinto! He just demolished his best friend, Eddie!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh my God, that’s just ... that’s just ... TK must be absolutely torn up inside!

“Greetings, Thun-der-kiss.”

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[The face doesn’t match the voice overhead. In fact, the face doesn’t match Aiden’s. The mind games continue and pierce TK’s heart like a silver bullet. The bloody image of TK’s childhood friend, Victor Recesvinto, strikes him ill and he turns and spews out the contents of his stomach outside of the ring.]

Thunderkiss: *HurK*

Aiden Joseph: Well, now that’s embarrassing. You would think after as many years in this business that you have under your belt you’d be able to hold your lunch in and not succumb to the butterflies!

[Thunderkiss wipes his mouth and lowers his head to his chest in defeat. From within, sorrow overtakes him, weakening him to the point of not being able to continue further. There is no resolve, no ambition, no boldness. He then looks down upon Victor and then back up at the Alpha Tron. The last few seconds replay in his mind like a bad movie. The lights going off. Fakden standing before him, hands behind his back[/i]. He should have seen it, there is no excuse. Be that as it may, he needs conformation and looks behind his fallen friend. Just as he expected, he finds Victor hands shackled behind his back.]

Thunderkiss: You piece of shit.

Aiden Joseph: Well, some friend you are! Poor ol’ Vic didn’t even see it coming! Haven’t you learned by now that you always LOOK before you LEAP?! Thank God you don’t work in law enforcement! We’d all be dead by now!

Thunderkiss: I hate you.

Aiden Joseph: Sorry to hear that, big guy, because I love YOU! You complete me! I mean, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. Sadly though, if progress is to be made, one of us must go. There is enough room in this town for the two of us, after all! Awww, there, there, Thunderkiss, don’t act all surprised! You’re a smart man, you’ve must have known the ending of this tale for quite a while now. And speaking of tales, the look in your eye tells quite the story, Thunderkiss. It tells a tale of a defeated man, a man ready to accept his fate. It also tells me you’re ready, ready for the end. At Spring into Hell, that’s exactly where I will be taking you. You’ve got your wish, Thun-der-kiss. The ride is finally coming to an end and its time for you to get off. Tootles!

[Fakden vanishes off the big screen and Thunderkiss is left to wallow in his gift of pain and agony. Do you want to know how to truly defeat Thunderkiss? Do you? To truly defeat Thunderkiss, one must pull his mind from his skull and stomp all over it, showing absolutely no mercy in the process. Ruthless aggression upon anything he holds dear will sting him and bring him to his knees quickly and easier than any punch ever could. If one needs proof, all they must do is gaze upon TK in his catatonic state, completely oblivious of Doctor Trace Gibson working on his fallen friend, the audience or the world that surrounds him.]

Maxwell McNally: I’ve never seen him like this, Eddie. Never.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s like he has lost his will to fight. What makes Thunderkiss, Thunderkiss, is resolve to get up when knocked down. If he has lost that, Eddie, what chance does he truly have?

Maxwell McNally: I think we both know the answer to that, Edison.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Hollywood Mach vs. Lee Homicide (Credit: Jake Steele)

As we return from commercial break, Macho’s theme is bumping through the arena as he makes his way down the ramp, a ready Lee Homicide already in the ring. He knows that he has to beat Hollywood Mach to get a chance to become Entertainment Champion, but Hollywood Mach is the number one contender for a reason, and it’s not just because of his five years wrestling experience. Hollywood enters the ring, sizing Lee up who does the same as RAF rings for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Lee thinks about his possible shot, and he wastes very little time to pounce on the much larger, but albeit slower, Hollywood Mach. Lee swoops in with kicks to Mach’s side while he tries to defend, but the feet are most definitely flying everywhere, sort of like armbars. Lee continues to let his feet, and his fist stream off, but eventually Mach gets fed up. He uses his strength advantage to push Lee off of him and down to the mat, but not for long. Lee rolls back onto his feet, and stays on his game, running back towards Mach and leaping into the air catching Mach around the back of his head, as he pulls him down slowly and sends him into the air with a Monkey Flip. Mach lands on his back, but he slides over the canvas and hops back to his feet as Lee continues to stay on his opponent, running off the ropes and smashing his elbow into the face of Mach, which stings him some. Lee sees this and runs back off the ropes once more, though this attempt is of fault, as Mach catches Lee with both of his arms, throwing him to the side with a Belly to Belly Side Suplex.

Mach lets Lee and lay on the mat for a few seconds, before he rolls to the side and brings Lee up to his feet. Mach hits some quick overhand punches to Lee, staggering the young, and flashy star before his wrist is taken by Mach and irish whipped into the ropes, Mach thrusting his arm forward with a Lariat… or maybe not. Lee drops under the massive arm of Hollywood Mach, bouncing off of the ropes and flipping backwards as Mach ducks under that. Lee lands on his feet, and he charges at Mach just as he’s spinning around with a D.U.D! Or not. Mach catches Lee by his foot, spins him around and kicks him square in the gut, locking his head underneath his arm and attempting a DDT - but no dice. Lee spins out of that, and he kicks Mach in the gut, wrapping his arm around Mach’s neck, and he yanks down for a Ace Crusher, which he hits! Mach begins to stumble around some, and Lee sees another opportunity. Lee sprints back off against the ropes, but when he comes back, Mach lifts him up and sends him tumbling over the top rope.

McNally: In a very impressive contest so far, Lee has just been thrown over the top rope and Fleming is starting the ten count.

Edison: Let’s see if Lee can make it back up.

Fleming does indeed start his count, but well before the ten, at the count of six to be exact, Lee rolls back in. Mach grabs Lee and brings him up, clotheslining him into the turnbuckle. Mach follows that up with a hard clothesline to Lee, before he pulls him out and hits a vertical suplex, Mach pins.

ONE…

…TWO…

TH-NO!

Mach brings Lee back up, and he throws a elbow to his face. Mach clotheslines Lee across the ring and he pounces on the much smaller Lee with a Lou Thesz Press! Mach begins to punch over the face of Homicide, but RAF tells him to stop the use of the open fist, which Mach eventually does after a count of four. After he takes a break to himself, he quickly goes back to Lee with a kick to the face, then kicks to the rest of the body. He ignores RAF’s warnings and he hops back onto Lee with punches, as RAF tries to yank on Mach and pull him off.

That turns out to be a bad idea. Mach feels the pulling on his shoulders, and he instinctively jumps back and in the process knocks RAF straight onto his ass. RAF passes out on the canvas, and Mach looks back surprised at what he just did. He sees the senior ref knocked down, but at the same time he sees this as a chance to decisively end this.

Mach hops out of the ring, and he goes to grab a chair. Knocking Phillip Jones to the side, he pulls the chair out from under him and folds it up, before throwing it into the ring, sliding in after it. Mach picks the chair right back up, and as Lee gets up to his feet, Mach swings for the fences. Lee, purely by instinct drops to his knees to avoid the chair shot, but he hops back up and just as Mach goes for another swing, Lee swings his foot into Mach’s face, hitting the chair approved, D.U.D! Lee without knowing of the ref’s status, springs onto Mach and hooks the leg, thinking he has this in the bag.

…

…

…

…

Lee unhooks the leg and sits up, realizing that RAF is completely unaware of this. Lee stands up and walks over to RAF, bending over and grabbing his shirt, trying to wake him up. While in the process of doing that, to the surprise and disapproval of the fans, Chris Phenomenal slides into the ring and picks up the chair, hitting Lee in the back with it!

Edison: What’s he doing out here!?

McNally: I thought he was hurt from his match earlier with Jake Steele, he seems healthy enough to have swung that chair!

CP throws the chair down, and he helps Mach up to his feet and points to Lee, clutching his back and barely standing, causing the two MSA members to smile at this opportunity to beat down one of the top Road Steelers. Mach and CP begin slowly approaching Lee, who grabs onto the ropes, and pulls himself up, holding onto his back and breathing in the pain. Lee turns around and he eventually sees the two men, stalking Lee who now has to go on the defensive. He slowly puts up his dukes, and CP has to laugh to himself. Lee tells them to bring it on, and CP says the same for him. After a few moments both men pounce on each other, Lee and CP duking it out. Lee tries to get an advantage, but Mach is right there, slightly dazed but alive enough to double team the Notorious One-Three-Three. Lee is rained down upon with punches by the two massive men, as Mach really lays it in. Mach though backs off, and stands to the side of the ring, watching CP take it to Lee. Mach quickly wants back in on the action, as he tells CP to throw Lee to him. But those plans are cut off as soon as “Ain’t I” by Jay-Z hits and to a massive pop, Jake Steele zooms down the ramp, sliding into the ring as he ducks a quick clothesline attempt by CP, in which he turns into a Big Boot. CP falls up against the turnbuckle from that, as Mach charges at Steele, who ducks his clothesline, and runs right behind Mach, clotheslining him over the top rope!

In the midst of all this mayhem, RAF sees Mach and Steele fall over and the rest of this match being torn apart, and he tells Phillip to ring the bell, making this match a no contest.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that this match… is a NO CONTEST

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Mach and Jake tumble through the ropes as Lee and Chris are still in the ring, both sets have fists a flying as they brawl back and forth. Mach is taking it to the smaller Jake Steele and with a huge shot knocks him over the guardrail into the crowd as they pop and slap the back of Jake Steele as Mach climbs the barrier giving him no reprieve. Lee Homicide has now taken it to CP, slamming him with a right and looking to connect with a D.U.D but Chris ducks it, and picks Lee up and puts him into a firemans carry, Chris begins to run looking to hit him with a Phenomenal Driver. Lee slips off of his shoulders just in time and pushes Chris sending him over the top rope tumbling to the canvas. Lee waits for a moment as Chris gets to his feet and leaps over the top ropes and collides with Chris sending both of them sprawling over the top. Meanwhile Jake and Hollywood have brawled throughout the stands and Hollywood looks to whip Jake into a wall but Jake turns it and sends Mach flying into the wall as Mach crumples into a heap. At ringside Lee has brawled with Chris, taking his head and slamming it into the announce table with Chris rebounding clutching his head. Lee fires a right as Chris stumbles towards the entrance ramp as Jake Steele is now being dragged up the steps and out of sight by Macho Man RDK.

Edison: Things are getting out of control out here.

McNally: You going to stop them Eddie?

Chris and Lee are heading up the ramp, Lee taking it to Chris but Chris is still able to get shots of his own. The two reach the top of the ramp as Lee fires Chris head first into the set up for the Alphatron stunning him as he stumbles back off towards the edge of oblivion. Lee attacks with a flying forearm catching Chris square and sending him almost over the edge. Chris walks towards him but Chris attacks with a forearm getting his back away from the edge. Chris switches position and catches Lee with a kick to the midsection lifts him up onto his shoulders ready to fling him off the edge but once again Lee, being the slippery devil he is slips off and as Chris turns around Lee catches Chris with a D.U.D as Chris goes limp on his feet, dead to the world before falling straight back over the edge to the stage below, crashing into sound equiptment, tables and cords as the crowd pops.

CROWD: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!

McNally: We need medical personal immediately for Chris Phenomenal.

The show goes off the air as Lee Homicide is shown staring down at the broken Chris Phenomenal, out cold as medical personal try and fight through the rubble towards him…

OR DOES IT?

Credit: Steele, Lee, CP, Mach

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Closing Segment: The Last Man Standing
Credit: Jake Steele, Hollywood Mach

After the explosive drop to the electrical equipment just witnessed, most would think the show is over. But those people really thought wrong. We cut to the backstage area, now as Jake Steele is in the process of throwing Hollywood Mach across a table with various and assorted beverages sprawled across it. Mach slides across and off the table, as Steele looks parched himself. He motions for a random stagehand to hand him something to drink on, and he’s handed a bottle of water. Steele cracks the bottle open, pours the water down his throat and lifts his head back to gargle with it, even swishing it around in his mouth some to get the taste. He holds it in, but spits it directly in Mach’s face just as he tried to get up. Mach is fast to begin wiping the saliva and h20 mix from his eyes, as he starts crawling away from Steele, trying to escape the wrath of the champ. But he definitely isn’t getting away that easily. Steele grabs Mach by the back of his neck and picks him up, turning him around and slamming fist into his face, each one knocking the Hollywood MegaStar back harder than the last. After he gets a few good shots in, Steele takes Mach by the back of his head, and starts walking down the hallway with him as those watching on don’t try to interfere in the scuffle.

They continue to walk down the halls, but as something catches the champion’s eye, he stops. It’s a concession stand, a really old one at that since they still have “MachoMania” shirts hung from the racks. Steele looks at Mach, then the shirts, and he drops the Macho one just for a moment. Steele grabs a shirt off the rack, and he blows his nose into it, and mockingly wipes his ass with it, before flinging it, causing some laughter from the crowd in the process. Steele grabs Mach back up, but his little stunt gave Hollywood enough time to recuperate, as he pokes Steele in the eye and throws him into the stand, knocking him, and it over. Mach looks around as more people begin to watch on after the loud crash, and Mach just waves his hands at Steele, now darting off to the nearest parking lot.

McNally: And like that, Hollywood Mach is making a exit - stage left!

Edison: I would too, Steele looked like he really wanted to mess Mach up! Even though Mach could have totally handled him.

McNally: Right…

Mach runs off, knocking people down who are even close to getting in his way. He looks over his shoulder to make sure it’s just him running, and surely it is. He yells at a few more people to Donka Donka their asses out of his way. And once he gets to the parking lot door, he twists the hatch and kicks it open, dashing through it as soon as the door flies back. Mach runs down the lot steps, and he moves through and around the cars, trying to find his limo. It doesn’t take him long to reach it, as he starts tapping on the trunk for the driver to rev the car up. The driver knows what he means, and he pulls the limo door open himself, hopping into it.

Hollywood Mach: DRIVE BRUD - DRIVE![/COLOR]

Without another word uttered, the limo speeds off and out of the parking lot!

McNally: He’s gotten away! I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mach run off that fast before!

Edison: Good, that means the Mach is safe now, but look, Steele is still looking for him!

During Mach’s chase to his limo, Steele has long gotten himself up off of that stand, and has made chase to the parking lot as well. It seems as if just as Mach sped off, Steele busts right through the door and stops, looking to see if Mach is nearby. Steele begins running down the steps, to which he starts creeping through the parking lot again, slowly, cautiously, in case of a sneak attack by MSA. Steele walks through the open spaces between the cars, peaking through the windows to see if anyone is inside of them. He begins to call out to Mach - but of course no one is there.

Steele: WHERE YOU AT, MACH?

Steele steps out of the wide space of cars, and he stands in the middle of the lot, calling out to Mach once again.

Steele: WHERE YOU HIDIN’ AT, HUH BITCH!?

Steele looks to his left, and to his right - still nothing. He begins to realize that Mach is gone… but his realization turns into a new one, as headlights beam from out of nowhere, and a engine is heard revving up. Steele looks in front of him, and he literally is caught like a deer in the headlights, as a sleek, all black car begins to speed off down the lot, and before Steele’s reflexes can adjust, the car drives right into him!

McNally: Good god almighty! Someone just ran Jake Steele over with that car! That car just hit Steele!

Steele rolls up over the hood and the tinted windshield of the car, before he slides back off and hits the concrete below him. The car drives off for a few inches ahead, and then - it stops. It sits there for a few moments, as the cameras try to catch a glimpse of who is inside, rushing to see. That exact mystery is unraveled, as the car door opens - Hollywood Mach steps out from it to a insanely loud roar of boos.

McNally: What in the world!? How the hell did he - I thought he was already gone from the arena!

Hollywood Mach stands up and sees Jake Steele, sprawled across the cold, cold ground, which easily brings a evil smile to Mach’s face. Hollywood Mach walks over to the champ, and he looks down at his body, smiling. Mach then, in a sick twist, begins counting.

Hollywood Mach: ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

…TEN.[/COLOR]

McNally: You want to stick up for this, Eddie? Do you, because he just ran a man over! He just ran our World Champion over, and for what? To prove he could keep him down for a ten count? That’s just sick!

Edison: I’m speechless, here, Maxwell…

Mach continues to look down on Steele’s body, a ever fulfilled smile on his face as he has what he wanted. No matter how heinous that was. Mach turns around, and walks back to his car, revving the engine up, and speeding off, leaving us to a final shot of the World Champion's body.

Now the question lingers… what does this mean for Spring into Hell?

Will Thunder Train protect his reign as International Champion, and keep his amulet?

Who will reign as king of the Entertainment division?

And will Jake Steele even make it to the Last Man Standing Match?

Spring has come early this year… and hell hath fury, for everyone.

Fade

End Show

[Rena]

good skeleton.

[BK London]

*slowly claps*

I probably should've waited to receive Steele's parts but I like what I read.

[Commissioner Zero]

Why am I always getting called out on these shows?

I haven't done anything in months! Stop bitching about me!

[xs3]

I needed something to write aboot, stfu >_>

Can't wait for TK vs. Aiden.

[Commissioner Zero]

You Canadians and your grudges.... grr.

[Jonny Spade]

I got my segment in that I needed to get in. Those interested in reading it:

alphacw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=Mondaymassacre&action=display&thread=11943&page=1#134774

[bryce]

May 11, 2009 19:43:17 GMT -5 Commissioner Zero said:

Why am I always getting called out on these shows?

I haven't done anything in months! Stop bitching about me!

Because they love you now? lol