Monday Night Warfare 25th May 2009

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One Week
Jack Jefferson

It’s not been long since his hard-fought victory over Davey Dickinson and Jack Jefferson is walking backstage. For just about the first time tonight he’s actually got a smile on his face, it’s more of a smug smirk but it’s almost a smile so I guess it counts. He walks past one of the backstage crew and stops suddenly.

Jefferson: Towel, now!

Crew Member: Wh-what?

Jefferson: Get me a fucking towel, now! I’ve just won my match and unless you’ve not noticed I’ve worked up a bit of a sweat doing so. So...run along and bring me a towel, pronto!

The crew member jumps straight to it and this only serves to enhance Jefferson’s smirk. He returns quickly, clutching a plain white towel and hands it to the waiting Jefferson who snatches it from his hand without so much as a “thank you”.

Wiping himself off, Jefferson continues on his way. When he’s finished wiping the sweat from his brow he tosses the towel on the floor, expecting someone else to deal with it. The smirk on his face is instantly wiped off as he pushes his locker room door open and he sees the carnage that has been left inside.

Jefferson: Sonuva BITCH!

Jefferson’s locker room has completely been turned over; his locker is on its side, his bags contents are strewn across the room, his coffee table has been overturned and his TV has been ripped off the wall. Jefferson mouths the word “fuck” to himself as he looks at the wall his TV used to hang on. The message simply says:

“One Week”

Fade to Black

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"Rivers"
Credit: Danny Mainer

It's difficult being a soon to be single mother... walking about town with all those eyes watching you. It's harder though when they watch around you trying to find your man, the so-called proud father beaming with happiness at his future of being a family man. However, they don't look long, they're soon disappointed and they sneer at me like I'm some kind of evil villain whore. It's such a horrible experience, it just makes me want to break down and cry because I feel so guilty. This is all my fault, if I had just been a little more accepting I wouldn't have... no, he doesn't want me.

He doesn't need me, he never has and he never will. I'm just the mother of his child, oh Danny how I miss you and the way you'd have big, glowing cheesy eyes at just about anything that can be remotely turned into an innuendo. I miss his stupid laugh and his willingness to die for what he believed in. I miss him. When I saved Thunderkiss and told him I never wanted to see him again, I wasn't lying because I know that the condition he was left in after Thunderkiss snapped his arm is not the right-minded condition of a parent... I couldn't let my daughter grow up to be like him. I just can't, I won't.

Random Guy: "Congratulations! YOU have just won a brand new, plasma, High Definition 45 inch TV and a brand new car which you'll be able to drive home in TONIGHT! Thank you for playing The Generic Gameshow!"

Caitlynn Dufraisne let out a heavy sigh as she realized she was staring mindlessly at the TV in the window. Every waking day in ACW city was just another one of guilt and judgement. She was torn from her thoughts by the sound of a small boy's voice.

Young Kid: "Look mama! See that pregnant woman!"

Mother: "Michael Harrowgate! Be quiet, I'm sure she doesn't like attention being drawn to her like that!"

Young Kid: "Sorry!"

Caitlynn turns around to see the small, scalded boy looking up at her somewhat enlargened gut obviously from the pregnancy. She then sees the scalding mother somewhat embarassed at her son's outspoken nature.

Mother: "I'm sorry, Michael is just like his dad. He never knows when to keep quiet."

Caitlynn Dufraisne: "Don't be sorry, it's fine. The pregnancy has hit me pretty hard!"

Caitlynn forces out an embarassed laugh to try and look remotely happy, pulling down one of the arms of a full sleeved shirt to cover what appears to be an extremely visible scar. The mother and father laugh with her at the little joke.

Mother: "Hah, don't be like that sweetie. Don't take this the wrong way but you're a beautiful girl and I'm sure you and your man will make great parents. Speaking of which, where is he?"

Caitlynn swallows something afraid of the response she's about to get. Reluctantly, she answers.

Caitlynn Dufraisne: "We're not together anymore."

Mother: "Oh... divorce can be such a hard thing to come to terms with I-"

Caitlynn Dufraisne: "We weren't married either..."

The mother was at first showing sympathy with the future mother but that seems to have all dried up now.

Mother: "Oh... sorry to hear. Harold, let's go."

The family walk past Caitlynn who could hear the tenacity and bitterness in her voice. She thought she was dirt, just like everyone else. As she walks away, the mother mutters a curse under her breath which Caitlynn's refined ears just about manages to pick up, it's a small comment but in her depressed state it hits her hard in the face.

Mother: "Mangy slut..."

Caitlynn continues to walk along the street heading to the nearest bus stop. She checks the timetables and decides to get the number 5 bus back to Hepburn Heights. After about say fifteen minutes of waiting, black clouds have formed rapidly and it's beginning to rain. With no umbrella and no jacket, Caitlynn is left to the mercy of the howling winds and the soon pouring rain as it becomes extremely apparent the the bus is going to be late. Umbrellas come out, newspapers are worn like hats, people head inside and a bolt of lightning crashes into some random fields off in the distance. Soon, the street is empty except for Caitlynn who sits on the bench just waiting for her bus to arrive.

This only worsens her depression as she has a brief flashback of when she left Mainer. The video she left with Dimitri and what consequentally happened to him brings her emotions to its knees. The floodgates open and tears begin to stream, undistinguishable from the rainfall beating on her smooth face. Her mascara begins to bleed down her face as she is lost in a hormonal tornado of her own emotions unable to control her feelings. Another hour passes, the rain is still pouring hard and she begins to wonder if this is a sign.

She opens up her handbag and rummages through it pulling out a razor sharp Stanley Knife. She then pulls back the sleeve on her soaked shirt revealing an entire myriad of scars... cruel, demented ideas creep into her head until finally... the bus arrives. She boards, white as a ghost fading into the rainstorm looking like she's just been drowned. Where does she go now?

FADE

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The Man Named Winters

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It is daylight, and we open up to a café, where Vortex and Abel are sitting having a late lunch. The two men are conversing as light filters through the windows and makes shadows dance across the walls.

Vortex: So, any new information on where we can find this Dr. Winters?

Abel: Not yet, however I’ve been looking through scientific journals to see if he’s gone under alias.

Vortex: Why would he go under alias?

Abel: After breaking us out of one of the Foundation’s research facilities last year, I doubt he would want to go public with his real name. Yet, he needs to keep researching Exodus and its effects on humans, thus the alias.

Vortex: You’re telling me he broke us out of a highly guarded facility single handedly?

Abel: No. While working on the Feldspar project, Winters was also working with project RED. The project aimed at counteracting misuse of the RNA machines.

Vortex looks up and over at the windows, gazing outside. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot fully grasp all of the information yet. He continues to gaze off around the room, watching the various waiters and waitresses buzz around like bees.

Vortex: That still doesn’t answer my question.

Abel: I was getting to that. Project RED was financed solely by Winters, and so he was able to hire on whatever staff he needed. This led to him hiring mercenaries, and various special ops soldiers looking for side work. Soon he had a dedicated team to facilitate the breakout.

Vortex: That’s crazy. So where did we go after he broke us out? The first thing I remember was waking up in a public hospital. I thought nothing of it at the time, however that was set up..wasn’t it.

Abel: Precisely. I don’t know how the breakout went, as I also woke up in a strange place, the warehouse I took you to. The machine was there also, but nothing else, and Winters was gone. The fact that he didn’t inform me as to where he was going must have meant something went wrong during the breakout...

Off in the distance someone’s child spills a drink on the floor. A waiter is quick to come over and start cleaning it up, however the child begins throwing a fit. The child’s parents do not attempt to stop the fit, and the waiter begins looking nervous. This annoys the people in the surrounding area, and several angry whispers go between the tables.

Seemingly, for no reason the child’s father becomes enraged, and grabs the waiter by the shirt telling him he wants his meal for free. Both Vortex and Abel are looking at the incident now that has grown like wildfire…although Abel is quick to notice something that no one else would.

Abel: Exodus.

Vortex: What?

Abel : The only known side-effect Exodus has is extreme anger. Normally I wouldn’t attribute such an incident as this to the drug, however…

Before Abel can finish his sentence the man physically lifts the waiter off of his feet and slams him through the table. Chaos. People begin fleeing from the surrounding area, and the receptionist begins dialing the phone, presumably calling the police. The man is beyond reasoning now and seems to be having fits and starts. Even his wife is looking worried, and grabs their child and backs up.

Vortex: How did you…

Abel: Other than the man’s irrational request, he physically lifted that waiter off of his feet when he grabbed him. Normally that wouldn’t be a telltale sign of drug use, however that guy is rail thin and weighs no more than 130 pounds, and that waiter is a solid 250 plus.

Vortex: So the drug gives you superhuman strength?

Abel: It appears so…also these tables are solid oak, they don’t break easily. I believe we should leave now.

Before the pair can get up the man begins to cross the room, screaming something incomprehensible. Not wanting to fight someone with super strength and temporary healing abilities, the men stay seated and wait. The man heads for the kitchen, physically hefting anyone and anything out of his way. As soon as he busts through the doors, Abel and Vortex get up and slip out of the establishment.

As the pair exit the establishment siren’s can be heard in the distance. Before they get too far, a loud thud is heard at the back of the establishment, and then screaming. Apparently the man had thrown the cook through the back doors, now audibly screaming at the top of his lungs incomprehensibly. The cook starts promising the man all the free food he wishes, in an attempt to save his own life.

Vortex: We have to help that guy!

Abel: This isn’t the movies Dimitrius!

Vortex: I don’t care, that guy is as good as dead if we don’t do something!

Abel: Listen! We need to learn more about this stuff before we go charging headlong like two wannabe superheroes! We may be artificially created, however we still bleed like anyone else…so let’s go!

Reluctantly, Vortex turns and listens to Abel, and they start to leave. The sirens approach closer now, and the scene fades, leaving all to wonder what exactly transpired.

Fade.

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Match 2: Hitman of the Gods Vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Rattlesnake)

"Fear" begins to play in the arena, its intro providing excitement to those whose ears it passes by. Hitman appears from the back and trudges down the ramp with an unwavering purpose until he approaches ringside. Hitman looks at the fans and solemnly nods with a smile on his face before he grasps the ring ropes. He pulls himself onto the apron and steps over the ropes with ease, entering the ring. The fans continue to cheer for the giant and he salutes them by raising his arm in the air. Hitman then calmly paces around the ring, waiting for the match to start.

The lights dim out. Spotlights shine across the arena and stop at the entrance ramp. "Blind" by Silverchair hits to a huge roar of cheers from the fans, but Rattlesnake doesn't appear. The music stops, but Rattlesnake isn't in sight. "Blind" plays again and someone emerges from the back. Unfortunately it's not Rattlesnake, it's Chairman Gingerdude. The music stops and the crowd doesn't know what to think of what's happening. The arena lights come back on. The Chairman stands at the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand.

Gingerdude: Tonight we're supposed to see Rattlesnake go up against the returning Hitman. However, due to Rattlesnake's untimely retirement, he will not be able to compete tonight. Therefore your winner tonight, by forfeit, is Hitman.

The Chairman walks to the back, leaving Hitman and the rest of the crowd stunned in disbelief. The crowd starts a "bullshit" chant. Immediately after, someone screams out "cock," but nobody laughs.

Fade.

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"Must Hurry" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Monday Night Warfare. Rattlesnake is scheduled to face Hitman of the Gods once again. However it's a strange situation. Rattlesnake isn't allowed in the arena, but he's scheduled to compete.

Rattlesnake sits in his car in the arena parking lot. His phone is set to speakerphone and he listens to Larry, hoping he'll see what Rattlesnake is talking about.

Larry: Ok, I've gone through both contracts and I can't find anything that supports your claim.

Rattlesnake: Nothing that supports my claim?

Larry: Now before you get bent out of shape, I want you to understand that they can do this.

Rattlesnake: How can that be?

Larry: They have the right to do this. However, I do want you to hear me out. They do have the right to do this, but they also don't.

Rattlesnake: They do and they don't.

Rattlesnake sighs as he rubs his forehead.

Rattlesnake: Why don't you spell this out for me?

Larry: The stipulation from the previous match does stand. You did lose the match, so therefore they can do this.

Rattlesnake: But you also said that they can't do this. Why is that?

Larry: Well, I took the liberty of looking over the entire contract for both matches. In order for it to be a binding contract, both parties must sign.

Rattlesnake: Ok. We know I did. We drew this up.

Larry: Right. You did. But only you did.

Rattlesnake: Torak never signed?

Larry: I'm looking at where his signature is supposed to go. It's not there. It's not anywhere on the document. In fact, the signature that's there is Cordelia's.

Rattlesnake: Cordelia's signature? That means I would have had to fight her instead.

Larry: Exactly. You've got your loophole. Now let me get back to the work that matters.

Rattlesnake: Ok. Be sure to fax that straight to the Chairman. I have no way to pick it up.

Larry: Yeah, sure.

Larry hangs up before Rattlesnake can say anything else.

Rattlesnake: Why would Cordelia sign it instead?

Rattlesnake tries to think about it, but stops. He's in a hurry. He wants to make it to his match today and now can.

He gets out of his car and starts to walk to the arena. Ron stops him again.

Rattlesnake: Get out of my way. I've got a match and I can prove that my services are still required. So if you don't take one step to your right, things are going to get a little messy and you'll have regrets.

Ron: I'm not moving. Besides, your match just ended. Congratulations, you forfeited.

Rattlesnake: For-forfeit? I was never given a chance to make it. The match should have been delayed.

Ron: Whatever, tell your sob story to someone else. Go home crying to you mother.

That was the last straw. Rattlesnake's head tilts slightly as he lets out that all familiar laugh.

Rattlesnake: My mother. Ha-ha-ha-ha. Tell it to her. Ha-ha-ha-ha. How about you tell your mother that I did this?

Rattlesnake grabs Ron's forearm and, with brute force, slams it into the edge of a brick wall. The forearm snaps like a twig. Ron screams in agony.

Ron: Son of a bitch! Why'd you fucking do that?

Rattlesnake: Ha-ha-ha-ha. I warned you.

Rattlesnake looks down at Ron and just spits on him.

Rattlesnake: And now it's time to see Ginger. Ha-ha-ha-ha. He's going to love this.

Rattlesnake opens the door and strolls right into the arena.

Fade.

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Where was you,

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Chris Phenomenal and Thunderkiss
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In the biggest war ACW has seen, the battle lines have been drawn. Jake Steele has the Road Steelers, The Senator has The Capitalists and all Thunderkiss has is Dave Shadow. Yet last week we saw the formation of what some may call a loose alliance between Thunderkiss and Chris Phenomenal. The end of the show however showed different as Thunderkiss was assaulted by the Capitalists and Chris Phenomenal was no where to be seen. Four days later the mood of Thunderkiss has yet to change as he stampedes throughout the back, searching for Chris Phenomenal. Stopping along side Jenna Tyler, ACW‘s head massage therapist the focus of Thunderkiss is evident as he doesn’t even look at her with the familiar look.

Thunderkiss: Woman, have you seen Chris Phenomenal?

Jenna: No, haven’t seen him at all tonight, in fact I don’t even know if he’s here.

Thunderkiss: If you see him, tell him the big man is looking for him and if he knows what’s best for him, he won’t keep me waiting.

Jenna: Sure thing Kiss.

Thunderkiss turns around to continue his pursuit of Chris Phenomenal, the man who know stands right in front of him.

Chris Phenomenal: So I heard you were looking for me.

Thunderkiss: Well, that would actually mean something to me if you weren’t STANDING right there this entire time! You, sir, have some explaining to do. Where the hell were you last night when I was getting beat down by Phillips and his band of drunken cowboys in business suits? You said you had my back. Now I don’t know where you come from, but in my neighborhood that’s NOT having someone’s back.

Chris Phenomenal: Well I was on my back with Grind…

Chris is cut off by a stern look from Thunderkiss, stopping him in his tracks.

Chris Phenomenal: Alright, take a chill pill. I was out cold basically, I was having a splitting head ache and kept having hallucinations. WCW had me taken away from the arena and kept me under lock and key in the hotel room. Believe me, I would have love nothing more than to come out and help you but it wasn’t to be.

Thunderkiss: Let me remind you that it was YOU who came to me first, not the other way around. Listen, kid, in this business you don’t let your mouth write checks that your body cant cash. Fail me once, shame on you. Fail me twice, shame on me.

Chris Phenomenal: You threatening me Thunderkiss? Remember last time when I knocked you the fuck out. My view on the entire matter is that I’m doing you a service. I’m not part of your Zero Tolerance group, your father in law said I was one of the people who was corrupting this company. If you want to get your granny panties in a knot, that’s your business. I’m not like Dave however who’s just going to follow every thing you said. Speak of the devil, where the hell was Dave when you were getting your ass handed to you on silver platter.

Thunderkiss: Exactly where I told him to be, protecting Grindhouse. Not that she needs protecting, but it gives me sound piece of mind considering what all has transpired as of late. Dave’s a good man, a true soldier.

Chris Phenomenal: Judging by the shit his ma…

Thunderkiss: Damnit Chris, what is it with the you and your mom jokes?

Chris looks at Thunderkiss and shakes off the question, smiling before changing the topic of conversation.

Chris Phenomenal: So we cool?

Thunderkiss looks at Chris, his hand out stretched.

Thunderkiss: As cool as mother fucking ice.

Thunderkiss shakes Chris hand and pulls away as fast as he can shaking his hand.

Thunderkiss: What the?

Chris Phenomenal turns his hand over and shows an electronic buzzer in his hand.

Thunderkiss: Damnit, Chris. Can’t you act like a grown up for a minute?

Chris Phenomenal: Sorry, just getting ready for later tonight with…

Thunderkiss: I swear if you say Grindhouse I‘ll…

The words of Thunderkiss however fall on deaf ears as Chris Phenomenal walks away as the scene cuts to a close.

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Book 1: D-Town
Chapter 4: ….Can Be Touched
Credit: Andrew Black

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August 16th, 2008

As I drive us back to Chill’s, everyone in the car is excited, yelling to hear each other of the music. This is unlike most Saturday nights after battles when we lose, when the car is silent. Tonight is a night of celebration, as Jamol has brought a victory to our group and more importantly snatched it away from the Untouchables. Everyone in the car is still talking about the winning battle, as I smile and enjoy the conversation but focus most of my energy on the road.

Which is a good thing, because a black SUV has been taking the same turns we have since we left the Warehouse. I even went around an entire block before going back onto the route we need to take and they still followed up. Its the Untouchables. So all of a sudden, I turn the wheel down another side street and into a parking lot. Sure enough, they follow in and park on the other side of the parking lot.

Big P: What the fuck!

Jamol: Yo mang, what you tryin’ to do?

Untouchables have been following us. As far as I know, they don’t know where you guys live, so let’s keep it that way.

The silence means they agree. The three of them hurry out of the car as the Untouchables have gotten out of the SUV. I turn around to Tommy and I don’t even need to say anything, he knows to stay put. I smile and rub him on the head, even though I know he is too old for it.

The war of words has started by the time I get out of the car. Because of my status, or lack thereof in the group, I kind of stay in the back near the car. I try to get a good vantage point so I can look at Nicole but she has stayed behind her group too. I notice Present takes a step up into Jamol’s face and says some words quietly to him before they both just go silent. Time to interject/

Do you really want to lose twice in one night?

It is like a scene straight out of a movie, and the movie is called “Andrew Black Is A Badass.” I am leaning up against our car, back to the car, arms folded, one leg up on the car. I look up to see Nicole chuckling, until Present nudges her and she stops and smiles at me. I smile back until I notice that Bull has stepped up in front of me. My friends step my direction but I stick a hand up. Bull is pushed out of the way by Present, who is my height so we really get eye to eye, until Nicole steps up behind him. She puts his arms around his waist and starts to whisper in his ear from behind. We meet eyes but she looks away, probably as she can see the jealously and the want in my eyes.

And then Present just turns around and leaves. All of the Untouchables posse just get in the SUV and leave. Straight up leave. They don’t even say anything. I look around confused and the rest of the crew is just as confused as me. Without speaking we all get back in the car and continue back down the way we were going. We don’t make it far before someone speaks up.

Jamol: Yo Andrew, why the fuck did you say that mang? We was just talkin’ shit, nothing was gonna happen.

Man, it’s not a big deal. I didn’t even say anything that insul-

Jamol: Not a big deal? Man, you just tryin’ to start a fight.

That’s not tr-

Jamol: Don’t give me that shit! You been puttin’ us all in danga with your fightin’ shit.

Chill: Yo Jamol, calm down. Andrew isn’t doin’ this on purpose. It’s not like he is trying to get us killed or nothing.

Jamol: Well he sure ain’t actin’ like it.

Yo, Tommy, did you bring the tape?

Tommy: Yeah!

We sit in silence again and my change of subject worked. Tommy rummages through his pockets before he pulls out a cassette. He hands it up to me and I put it in the deck. I turn up the volume so even the people on the streets can hear the beats my little brother has been working on. The mood in the car instantly becomes more chill as they bop their heads to the music and we drive off into the night, our arms still raised in victory.

Fade to black.

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"The Number 2 Entrant..."
Credit: Danny Mainer

"Ginger's Theme" hits and as is to be expected, he marches out of the curtains alone and without any security officials to back him up. He strolls down the ramp casually ignoring the fans who heckle him for his Zero Tolerance connections. He obviously has a point to make so heads straight down to the ring. Climbing on the apron and wiping his feet before climbing through the second rope he grins at the camera devillishly because he knows he's a good looking man in his sharp suit and fancy Spats. Finally, Ginger takes centre stage and addresses the audience formally.

Chairman Gingerdude: "Now now, settle down. We've got a long night ahead of us and plenty of action for you to cheer for. Right now, I have business to attend to. At Spring into Hell I promised Danny Mainer he could have a title shot opportunity at Omega Effect in the confines of a multi-man ladder match and he promised me he'd pick the finest combatants. However, time rolls along and he made absolutely no presence at last week's show. So, I'd like to call Mainer out and talk to him about how I'm going to suitably punish his tardiness."

McNally: "Wait, what? Danny's getting punished? Surely he has good reasons."

Edison: "I don't call Japanese prostitutes a good reason but hey, bring him on out here I wanna know what his punishment is!"

Chairman Gingerdude: "Come on Dan, don't be shy!"

"Hash Pipe" by Weezer hits the speakers and if it weren't for Danny Mainer's titan-tron they'd be completely clueless as to who it is. They go ballistic for the ACW upper-midcarder as he stands out of the curtain carrying his clipboard under his left arm and a microphone in his right hand.

Danny Mainer: "Uhh, Ginger I'm kinda' busy right now. What is it?"

Chairman Gingerdude: "Busy? Busy with that Dan?"

Danny Mainer: "Enjoying my night off? Fuck man what do you think I'm doing, my tax returns? I'm having a little shindig with some friends. Not that it's any of your business mind."

Chairman Gingerdude: "As your employer, I think what you do in the workplace IS my business thank you very bloody kindly!"

Danny Mainer: "What do you mean, the work place? I was outside in my van thanks. I wasn't paying attention to what you were saying, some intern just came up and said "Hey Mainer, Ginge wants you outside." so I came running. What is it? What do you want?"

Chairman Gingerdude: "Let's think, you completely disappeared last Thursday and didn't even bother to turn up for anything but your match and we're on the third show towards Omega Effect and you're the only announced competitor so far because you've been slacking on your picking process. Why do you think I want you out here?"

Danny Mainer: "To give me special cuddles in your office of love?"

Ginger just shakes his head, somewhat disappointed with his ex-International Champion.

Chairman Gingerdude: "Dan, you know that as much as I adore your somewhat perverted optimism I have to say you're dead wrong Mr. Mainer. Punishment is due and-"

A disturbance in the force? Yes, storming out of the curtains behind Mainer in a thinly draped towel is some random woman who looks very frustrated and seems to have no idea where she actually is. She starts to shout at Danny who turns to see her. They have a loud and aggressive argument which leads to him in turn saying where they actually are and that she's wearing next to nothing on national television. She then afterwards walks off embarassed as the crowd are A) in awe of what just happened, B) delighted at seeing a hot Japanese girl wearing nothing and C) stumped that it managed to hush Ginger.

Danny Mainer: "You were saying?"

Chairman Gingerdude: "Punishment is due! So, in order to speed up the process I am ruling that I am allowed to choose a competitor because the contract says six people are supposed to be in that match and so far there's only one. Dan, are you ready to meet your maker? I may hate EVERYTHING that he stands for... but I hate your BS more! COME ON OUT!"

"Come Original" by 311 hits and the crowd rocket to their feet in recognition and appreciation for The King himself, 133 Homicide. Lee steps out of the curtain in full street clothes. Danny, is NOT a happy bunny.

Danny Mainer: "What the fuck?! You want to punish my ass by tarnishing the quality of the match? Way to go Ginger, way to fucking go! This match was supposed to be about buyrates and money, now that you've added this pretender into the mix watch them fucking plummet!"

Lee: Step off gee! I'ma cut you in that ladder match and make you unrecognizable to your own family! The "Notorious One-Three-Three" is gon' make you look like what you is, a bitch cuz! I'mma go buckwild on yo' stanky ass, and I'mma slap you into da next month, you feel me?

Danny Mainer: "Oh yeah, like you did at Fallen Heroes when you dumped my ass over the top rope? OH WAIT, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DIDN'T. I DID IT TO YOU! HA-HUR-HE. HAAAA. HAAAA. Jesus Christ."

Chairman Gingerdude: "Boys, settle down. Yes, this was about buyrates Danny and quite frankly whether I like him or not is irrelevant... I mean-"

Lee: If you all out here in the building and watchin' at home wanna see Lee Homicide leaving Omega Effect with a shot at any title he so chooses...

STAND UUUUUUP!

On cue and alert, the crowd rocket to their feet and cheer like maniacs causing a gleeful expression to spread across Lee's face. He spreads his arms and throws them up encouraging the crowd to scream louder and louder, the sound of the young hot girls permanently ruining anybody's hearing in the local vicinity. The crowd are eating right out of Lee's hand, so desperately Mainer tries to salvage the situation. Wiping his hair out of his eyes and holding it tightly in his hands due to stress he glares at Ginger bewildered.

Danny Mainer: "Ginger, please, the game is up. Tell me this is a joke. This isn't funny Ginge, come on, who's the REAL competitor you've got in here? Is it Dave Shadow? Yeah it MUST BE Dave Shadow. Your golden boy Thunderkiss is in the main event and Dave is... facing Train. FUCK! Who is it Ginge? Come on!"

Chairman Gingerdude: "I'm not kidding around Mainer, Lee will be in that match. I don't see what the problem is, you're not scared of him are you?"

Danny is livid at these accusations, Lee just scoffs at him.

Danny Mainer: "Uhh, fuck no? I'm more afraid of a Methodist priest then I am him!"

Chairman Gingerdude: "Then put his name on the contract."

Danny hastily scribbles "Lee Homicide" onto the Crucible clipboard and waves it around for the camera to see the signature clearly.

Danny Mainer: "Are you happy now? Can I go? I was in the middle of having sex thank you kindly!"

Chairman Gingerdude: "Oh, charming. Yeah, go on. Get out."

Danny Mainer: "Alright, bye!"

Danny storms off, leaving Ginger standing centre of the ring while Lee is just laughing at how seriously Mainer has taken this whole discussion as "Come Original" hits again. Lee heads backstage as the screen turns to black.

FADE

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Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 9: Brotherly Love (Credit: Lee)

With his belongings packed safely in a bag over his shoulder, Lee walked out of the arena with his head low, avoiding the fans shouting at him, asking him reasons to his action tonight, and some even insulting him. His New York Yankees cap shielded his face from the sea of unknown faces around him, all wanting something to do with him, all wanting to know something of him. Ignoring them all, Lee managed to make his way down to the V.I.P. parking lot, as the security stopped him before he can enter to get to his car.

Lee: Okay…what did I do now?

Security: Nothing sir. There is a little boy inside that wants to see you though.

Confused, Lee made his way down the parking lot to find his little brother Tony standing next to his Mustang, smiling at him. Tony is seventeen years old, and the youngest of the three siblings, after Lee and Courtney. Lee smiled when he saw his brother, opening his arms to hug him.

Lee: Hey lil' man, what brings you to this part of town?

Tony: What can't a brother see his older brother anymore?

Lee: Of course not…how did you get here?

Tony: School field trip…and I asked the hotel to call me a cab to come here…had to show them my ID to prove that I am your brother.

Lee: Hahah…how've you been bro?

Tony: I'm good…always hoped you would call, but I guess Mr. Superstar is too important to call his family eh?

Lee: Oh..yeah, sorry lil brother. Just really busy recently, but Ima make it up to you okay? C'mon get in the car…where do you wanna go?

The two got into the car as Lee starts up the engine, with his Mustang roaring in response.

Lee: So, where to?

Tony: Lee…I wanna speak to you about something.

Lee looked at his little brother, and found him looking seriously back at him. Lee never saw a thirteen year old boy look as serious as Tony did, and immediately spoke back.

Lee: Yeah, yeah…of course, what is it?

Tony: Well…its two things actually…but they are kinda related.

Lee: Okay..

Tony: I was at the hotel earlier…and you know, me and the boys were watching TV…so we decided to watch ACW, so we can see you on TV being the champ and all…and well, we always watched you, Lee…but tonight, you were different. I dunno…you were swearing at everybody and being pissed off…some of the boys asked me what was wrong with you…some were booing…

Lee felt really bad now about everything that happened tonight.

Tony: I know you Lee, and you aren't like that. Whats wrong?

Lee: Hey listen lil' man…I am sorry okay? It's just that, lots of stuff been going on lately…

Tony: Is it about Courtney?

Lee froze, and looked at his little brother, and realized that Tony knows something was wrong.

Lee: What makes you say that?

Tony: I know she isn't with cousin Maya and them, Lee…and I can tell from Ma's face that something is wrong…what is going on, Lee?

Lee: Tony…listen to me. Courtney is going to be fine, okay? Big brother will take care of everything…our sister will be fine…

Tony: Are you going to save her, Lee?

Looking at his little brother's frightened face, Lee knew what his answer was going to be.

Lee: Yes Tony…I will.

Tony made Lee realize something…it was about time he took action. He don't even know if Pablo kept his word about keeping Courtney unscathed, and he wasn't going to gamble her life with that lunatic. Not anymore.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Break The Walls Down (Credit: Train and Shadow)

An unusual size set stands up in the backstage area of ACW. Out steps Charlotte King with a microphone in hand. She even looks at the set a bit confused. Her curiosity fades though as she prepares herself to go live. She clears her throat (MIRITE) and the camera man begins a countdown. He gets to two and then points to her.

Charlotte: Hello there ACW fans! Please welcome my guest at this time, Thunder Train!

Cheers as the giant champion steps out from the right side. He is dressed casually as he is Dennis Stamped once again. His expression is that of confidence and confusion as well as he looks at the set.

Thunder Train: Before we get started here. Um...what is with the set here?

Charlotte: I don't know...Gingerdude must have spent some money on this or something. Anyway, Train, I'd like to get your thoughts on the current Dave Shadow situation. At Spring Into Hell, Gingerdude announced that you would face Dave Shadow at Omega Effect 5. Ever since then, Dave has been trying to get on your good side so to speak. How does this make you feel?

Thunder Train: Like I said, I don't blame him. He is in a tough situation and I'm surprised he doesn't just go to Gingerdude and ask for the match to be canceled!

Charlotte: Don't you think you are underestimating Shadow some? I mean he is an excellent performer.

Thunder Train: Excellent performer sure, but I am just better. The Train is the greatest big man this company has ever seen. I proved that by beating Mach and winning this belt at Genocide. I have also been able to hold onto it, beating anyone who has come in front of me! Not only that but I outsmarted Gingerdude by eliminating myself from Fallen Heroes to retain this belt! He has absolutely no idea who he is going up against. I'm actually sorta liking this time off as well. It makes me think that Gingerdude is trying to sabotage his own man! I get two shows off to just chill while Dave had to face that crazy son of a bitch Danny Mainer!

Charlotte: I guess those are some good points Train. But I will still be a little weary about him. He might catch you off guard and beat you!

Thunder Train: Stop being the Devil's Advocate here! I know what you are doing here. You have a crush on him! That’s right, you love Dave Shadow. You just won’t admit it.

Charlotte moves slightly.

Charlotte: That’s silly to say Train.

Thunder Train: Heh, believe what you want. As I was saying–

Cut now to behind the unusually giant set. We see a familiar face in that of Dave Shadow with a giant Five Dollar Footlong Sub and a T-Shirt that says “Let’s Be Cool Train” on the front of it. Dave looks at the camera and then smirks.

Dave:Hehe, so I heard Train was going to be here and I thought to myself "Dave, this is the perfect chance to right any wrongs that have occured in the past". I've got to make him see that whats happened in the past was all just one big misunderstanding, and there's no need to get angry at me. So I'm going to go to Train, and use this hotdog as an olive branch. And then we can have a nice, peaceful match at Omega Effect where no one wants to kill anyone. Oh, I nearly forgot....

Dave pulls out some pepper and begins to dump it onto the sub. However, the pepper fumes (I guess >_>) begin to travel through the air and up Dave’s nostrils. At first, it just seems like nothing and Dave tickles his nose to get the weird feeling away. The pepper keeps coming out though, and before he knows it, PEPPER IS EVERYWHERE WHOAMG! Dave drops the T-Shirt down and pulls his head back. He is about to sneeze. AHH-AHH-AHH...Nothing....Everything seems fine. Then out of the blue.

AHHH-CHOOOOOOOOOO!

Dave sneezes a massive sneeze and it throws him back against the massive set. Train sees the set falling and screams for Charlotte to get out of the way. He pushes her away and the set crashes down to the concrete floor. Dave is standing looking over to Train, who is helping Charlotte up. Train sees Dave and locks eyes with him.

Thunder Train: Wha–what? Dave? DAVE? WHAT THE HELL! YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ME!

Dave: Oh, God. No, Train. This is not what it looks like. It was just I was going to give you something, and then I got pepper up my nose and I sneezed and this fell and....oh God.

Thunder Train: You are the one that convinced Gingerdude to set up this stupidly big set here. You wanted me to stand in front of it and get killed! And you were even willing to kill Charlotte as well. I can’t believe this. Dave, your little antics before weren’t as bad as this, but now, OH NOW! ITS DEFIANTLY ON! YOU ARE GONNA REGRET THE DAY YOU MESSED WITH ME!

Dave: No, Train. NO!Let me explain....

Train storms off, leaving Dave and Charlotte. Dave clenches his fists in frustration and throws the sub against the wall. He then rips up the T-Shirt and then walks away. Charlotte stands there, a little shocked from almost being killed. She just shakes her head slightly at the situation and then walks away as well.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Vortex Vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: Vortex)

VorteX vs. Andrew Starr

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“Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex emerges from backstage carrying his signature ladder. He walks down the ramp, gazing at the fans as he passes by. Vortex sets the ladder aside and walks up the steps and into the ring. He then turns and waits for his opponent.

I'm Shipping Up To Boston" resonates across the ACW Arena, and Starr comes out on the entrance ramp holding his signature bottle of Jack Daniels. He flashes a goofy, drunken smile across the arena and takes a giant swig of his alcohol. He makes to spit it out straight above his head, but thinks about it for a second before swallowing the beverage. With hands raised in the air, he swiftly throws the empty bottle onto the ground as a fireball explodes behind him. He slightly jumps, looking behind him, as he walks on down to the ring and sliding in.

The two men stare at each other for a moment, neither is certain of the other. The crowd cheers, expecting great things from this match, and Starr continues to stare at Vortex, who is now circling around the ring, expecting the unexpected from Starr.

Bell Rings.

Vortex stops circling Starr and looks at him again, noticing that Starr hasn’t moved an inch since entering the ring. RAF walks over to Starr to check on him, and as soon as he does, Starr plows him into Vortex, stunning him and then throws a lighting fast right, knocking Vortex to the mat.

The crowd boos, and RAF looks puzzled and warns Starr not to shove him again. Starr just smiles and picks Vortex up off the mat and hits him a few more times for good measure, before whipping him into the turnbuckle.

Starr lets out a roar and charges Vortex, who nimbly gets out of the way, causing Starr to eat turnbuckle. Vortex spins Starr around and hits him with a spinning heel kick, causing him to fall back into the turnbuckle. Vortex hits Starr with another kick causing him to fall forward, and then locks him in a standing Front Facelock.

Star grunts for a bit, struggling to get out of the hold. Not knowing quite what move to pull out of his infinite arsenal, Starr decides to simply bulrush Vortex across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle, causing a roar from the crowd and a large shudder from the ring.

Starr is on the offensive once again, pounding Vortex with a flurry of lefts and rights before delivering a vertical suplex, a move even Starr didn’t know he had. Starr follows up his suplex with a few falling axe handle strikes, dizzying Vortex. Starr uses this opportunity to pin Vortex.

1….2..kickout!

Vortex kicks out, not willing to be downed this early in the match. Starr gets up and flashes a smile causing the crowd to pop before running to the ropes, intending on delivering a leg drop to inflict further damage. Vortex has recovered by this time and rolls under the falling Starr, causing him to hit the mat in a sitting position. Vortex delivers another kick to Starr before picking him up and powering him back with a snap suplex. Vortex covers.

1…2…kickout!

Starr isn’t about to go down that easily and kicks out. Vortex rises once again and rebounds off of the ropes catching Starr in a Leaping Jujigatame Takedown as he is rising, and then transfers into an armbar. The crowd roars with approval, and RAF drops to the mat asking Starr if he wishes to quit. Starr yells and grunts, refusing to give up.

Fortunately, for Starr he is close to the ropes, and is able to maneuver his body so he meets them, forcing the hold to break. Vortex and Star rise to their feet and Vortex throws a spinning heel kick, however Starr is quick to catch his leg. Before Vortex can dislodge, Starr hits him with a left and lifts him up then slams him down in a crazy looking modified chokeslam.

The crowd pops, not having a clue what they just saw, however they know that it looked cool so they cheer anyway. Starr is on Vortex once more, delivering some mounted punches before lifting him up and slamming him down once again with a scoop slam. Capitalizing on this opportunity, Starr pins

1…2….kickout!

Vortex kicks out and gets to his feet, and Starr does likewise, looking annoyed that he can’t put Vortex away. The men lock up and Starr hits Vortex a few times to get the advantage and then throws him into the ropes. Vortex rebounds and Starr looks for the Andrew Starr Lariat, however Vortex rolls under it, springs to his feet and rebounds off the ropes once more.

Vortex runs at Starr and looks for the Whirlwind of Destruction, however Starr catches him mid move and turns it into a sidewalk slam. The ring shakes from the impact, and the crowd roars at the reversal. Instead of pinning Vortex, Starr picks him up, intent on delivering more punishment.

Starr hits with a stunning right which dazes him, and then he whips Vortex into the ropes, once again looking for the Andrew Starr Lariat. This time the move connects, causing Vortex to flip backward and land near the side of the ring. The crowd pops, knowing this may well mean the end of the match for Vortex and Starr pins.

1….2….

Before RAF counts to three, he notices that Vortex’s foot is on the bottom rope. He lets Starr know this, which enrages him and he begins laying into Vortex. Starr picks Vortex up and looks for a powerbomb, however Vortex is able to land a few shots on Starr and turns the move into a sunset flip. The impact causes the ring to shake violently and RAF drops to the mat for the count.

1…2….kickout!

Starr nearly escapes the surprise pinfall, however he looks angrier than ever. Starr is first to get up, as Vortex is still dazed from the ASL, and begins to stomp a hole in Vortex. Vortex realizes the danger of letting Starr continue to stomp him into the mat and quickly rolls out of the way.

Starr follows Vortex and once again tries to keep him grounded through stomps, although Vortex grabs his leg as it’s coming down and shoves him backwards. Starr loses balance and falls to the mat, allowing Vortex to get to his feet. Starr rises once again to his feet and Vortex rebounds off of the ropes and hits him with a huge Blackout Dropkick as he is turning.

The crowd roars, and Vortex knows he needs to end this match now before becoming too winded, and picks Starr up. Vortex uses his remaining strength to lift Starr up and bring him down with an enormous Psychosurgery. RAF drops to the mat once more and counts.

1…2…..3!

Phillip: Here is your winner….Vortex!

The crowd comes to life once more, and Vortex gets to his feet, proud of his win. This feeling of elation is short lived however as suddenly, in to the ring rolls Stan Vishis, who carries a tequila bottle. From behind, he whacks VorteX over the head with the bottle. VorteX now lays face down on the mat as the big man Baron Trotter and the scoundrel Pistol Pete enter the ring. Stan goes over to the side of the ring and takes a microphone from the ringside table.

Stan: AYOoooh, how the mighty have fallen! Last week, this piece of S#!% was talking a lot of trash, and now he's going to learn a lesson in thug life. Never talk s#!% unless you can back it up.

Stan drops to one knee with the microphone in hand, grabs VorteX by the hair and raises his head, then looks VorteX in the eye.

Stan: When you F^$& with the family, you die. Pick him up boys, I wanna show this punk ass how my K.O. Punch feels!

Trotter and Pete slowly rummage over to the fallen VorteX, grab him by each shoulder, and slowly hoist him up, and hold him in place. Stan stomps one foot loudly, still holding the microphone in hand.

Stan: MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUUUTTTT!!!!!

He quickly spins around, and with the hand holding the microphone, he decks VorteX in the face. The loud thud of the mic smacking dome echoes throughout the ACW arena, and the crowd in the arena doesn't like it at all. They boo Stan, who is now on the top rope raising his arms. He lowers the mic...

Stan: LISTEN TO THE BASS GO BOOM, EXPLOSSSIOOONN!!!! OVERPOWERING, OVER THE COMPETITION, I'M TOWERIN'!

Stan jumps off of the top rope and lands on his feet, he then takes the mic and kneels to the ground and pounds the microphone repeatedly over VorteX's dome PIECE. After several thuds, Stan backs off and allows Baron to pick VorteX up by the neck. Baron, being the beastly large man that he is, has no trouble picking VorteX up like a rag doll. He kicks VorteX in the mid-section and bends him over... then raises him on to his shoulders! MASSIVE POWERBOMB! The explosive sound echoes through the arena and the crowd groans, and then boos the three man assault as the camera cuts out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

"Contracted?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Rattlesnake has finally made it to Chairman Gingerdude's office. He takes a deep breath and forces the door open. Ginger sits in his chair and looks up at Rattlesnake.

Ginger: I thought it was made perfectly clear that you are to leave for good.

Rattlesnake: Oh you made it clear, but you see, here I stand. Despite your efforts to make sure I don't make it inside the arena, I found a way in.

Ginger: I know. I saw what you did. Let it be known that you can be arrested for assault.

Rattlesnake scoffs.

Rattlesnake: I didn't assault anybody.

Ginger: Of course you did.

Rattlesnake scratches his head.

Rattlesnake: Come to think of it, I remember Ron making an insult and then I was inside the door.

Ginger: Don't you make up that crap again! You broke his forearm.

Rattlesnake: I didn't break it. And if I did, he sure did deserve it. But that's not the point of me being here. Have you received a fax anytime soon?

Ginger looks over to the fax machine and grabs the papers from it. He thumbs through each page.

Ginger: These are just standard papers that are none of your business.

Rattlesnake: One of them isn't a contract of mine that's not signed by Torak?

Ginger slowly turns to Rattlesnake.

Ginger: That contract was signed.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, it was. But it was signed by Cordelia.

Ginger: Impossible.

Rattlesnake: It's her name Ginger. She signed it, not Torak.

Ginger: So what do you want me to do? Bring her back so you can face her in a match?

Rattlesnake: That won't be necessary. What I perceive to be fair is that you can pretty much consider the stipulations null and void. Since I faced Torak, who didn't sign the contract, and not Cordelia, who did sign the contract, I should at least be given the benefit of the doubt and strike all stipulations from the record.

Ginger: Strike all? There was only one.

Rattlesnake: I never did announce what my stipulation was going to be. But since I asked that we strike them all, we can forget about that.

Ginger: So you won't tell me what that stipulation was?

Rattlesnake: There's no need to.

Ginger: Fine. The stipulations are null and void. You're allowed to come back. But that's all I'm doing for you. Don't even ask about your supposed match tonight. You won't get it.

Rattlesnake: Fine. But just you wait. Even though it's my Retirement Tour, I intend to go down in a blaze of glory.

Rattlesnake turns around and leaves Ginger's office. He's back, but for how long this time? He still doesn't know who got involved with his match against Torak, but hopefully he can find out eventually.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

"WTF?"
Credit: Danny Mainer/Jake Steele

It started just like last time the two men met. Jake Steele was in the lobby, chatting with his girlfriend Misono however this time as Mainer approached him he doesn't seek his help but rather to shout loudly at him like most American Wrestlers do to each other. He grabs the champ by the shoulders and twists him around making Steele throw up a guard to shield his face.

Mainer is angry that Gingerdude has gotten Homicide into the match and not having paid any attention to just how much Ginger actually hates Steele believes that he's purely responsible for this incident. Steele is pissed off and Misono somewhat cowers back so as not to get involved allowing the champ to do business for the both of them.

Steele: Fuck you want asshole? Can't you see I'm busy right now?!

Danny Mainer: "Busy?! Busy?! BUSY!!! You're busy trying to fuck underage girls, that's what you're doing. Just because there's grass on the pitch doesn't mean you should play ball, Steele!"

Steele: HEY! YOU KNOW I LIKE IT YOUNG, FRESH AND GREEN. WITH NO HAIR IN BETWEEN, KNOW WHAT I MEAN? But dat ain't da point, she legal, and didn't you fuck a 14 year old Latina bitch?

Danny Mainer: "No, she was like 18. I actually succeeded though where as you've still got your dick in your hands."

Steele: Even if dat were true I wouldn't tell you the details of my sex life nigga! Are you just tryin' to act tough because you think you gettin' a title shot at Omega Effect?

Danny Mainer: "Oh, no. But that's WHAT I'm talking about. How much did you pay Ginger to put Homicide in that match-up?"

Steele: Shit, wait, what the fuck did you say?

Mainer, ever the obnoxious cunt leans his face in right up close to Steele's who cringes at the invasion of his personal space.

Danny Mainer: "I said... HOW MUCH DID YOU FUCKING PAY GINGER?!?!?!?!"

Steele: BITCH! My muthafuckin' ear! Are you tryin' to make me deaf or somethin'? I think you just popped my ear drum!

Danny Mainer: "ANSWER MY QUESTION! Is your husband A LECHER?!?!"

Steele's eyes go wide with shock. He knows that Mainer is special and is trying not to punch his lights out.

Steele: Say what?!?!

Danny Mainer: "LISTEN FURFAG! I want answers! Why did you pay Ginger to put Homicide into that match? So you get an easy defence at NEXT YEAR'S Omega Effect?"

Steele: Fuck man you know I'm not like dat, I do da work myself! I don't use other people to get myshit ahead. Hell I didn't even know Homicide was in da Crucifixion or whatev-

Danny grabs Steele's jaw, hushing his self-defence and then outrageously laughs in his face with a very feminine, very high-pitched laugh sounding like a drug addict witch.

Danny Mainer: "Divine Heresy, The Maine Event, you destroyed both of those to push yourself up to the top you lying douche!"

Steele: Eh fuck you it's not my fault I didn't wanna hang around with a deadbeat asshole like you all da time! Ditching yo' ugly ass was da best move I ever made! Ever!

Danny Mainer: "Or the worst, because next year after Omega Effect I'm coming after you Steele and by God the fifteen year journey will come to an end. I've wanted championship gold since my high school years and by God, nobody will stop me."

Steele: Dude you loco if you think you really takin' MY title! Fuck is wrong with you?

Danny Mainer: "Hear me now, words I vow. That title's gonna' be mine one day or another, I don't care if your sweat-shop loving, democracy hating little sideshow sidekick is going to try and stop me because he won't. I'm taking that briefcase HOME!"

Steele: Mainer... GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. HERE. Before I break yo jaw YOU STUPID MUTHAFUCKA!!!

Danny Mainer: "Tell Homicide to pull the vibrator out of his asshole and see if he can walk straight. That's the only way he's gonna' come close to being ready for me at Omega Effect!"

Mainer turns on his heels without having thrown a punch as Steele contemplates going after him and smashing his head through a popcorn machine. He goes to pursue him but Misono holds him by the wrist looking into his eyes with puppy-dog eyes that calms him straight down.

Steele: Fuck, white boys get crazier around here every day, I swear.

FADE

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 10: Fighting Back (Credit: Lee)

Lee found himself somewhere in Chicago, Illinois, walking up towards a familiar building despite the fact that he haven't visited this place for a while. Hoping and praying silently that the person he was looking for still lived here, Lee made his way into the elevator and pressed the button for the 16th floor.

His talk with Tony made him realize that he have too much to lose, and that playing Pablo's game will lead to nothing but more pain and suffering, until he finally decides to end it all. Lee should've known better to go along with it in the first place, and despite that he kept telling himself he did not have a choice, he knew that deep down, if something was to happen to Courtney, he would never forgive himself.

So Lee decided to take matters into his own hands; but the problem was that he cannot get to Pablo and rescue Courtney if he doesn't know where he is. And Pablo called from various numbers as Pablo knows that if Lee gave in to his pride and got the cops in on this then he would be easily tracked. Lee needed someone to be able to link all these numbers together, and pin point a location for Lee to go to, and hopefully fix everything once and for all.

Which brings us here.

Lee walked out of the elevator, and turned left, heading straight for the apartment door that said '16C'. Taking a deep breathe, Lee rang the doorbell, and stood in silence as he waited patiently for the door to be opened. When no one answered, Lee rang the bell again, only to get the same response as when he did the first time.

Lee: Is anyone there??

No response.

Lee: Fuck it.

Lee stepped back, before charging forwards, using his shoulder to force the door open, causing a huge racket in the process.

?: Don't move motherfucker!

Lee looked up and saw a young man with long dirty blonde hair standing in front of him, towering above him of the height of six foot four. His pale skin is now red in anticipation as he held a baseball bat to Lee, only to realize who he is seeing.

Lee: Chill, man…

Moe: Lee? What the hell you doing here?

Lee: Yaw Moey boy…aren't you glad to see me? I'm here to visit my old friend…

Both of them grinned, as Moe lowered his bat.

Moe: You are full of crap, you know that Lee?

Lee: It comes with old age, Moe – constipation.

Moe: Dude…you’re in your twenties.

Lee: Older than you, at least.

Moe: Whatever, go find a seat, lemme fix the door you broke.

Lee sat on the couch and looked around, and found the place exactly like how he remembered it. Comfortable and decent looking, and filled with computer thingies everywhere. Ahead of him was one of the few computers Moe work on, with eight monitors spread out in front of him, each performing a specific task. Yup – Moe is somewhat of a computer genius.

Moe: God damnit Lee, next time don't be crashing into my house like that…scared the fuck outta me.

Lee: I rang the bell you dumbass…why didn't you answer the door? And WHY were you holding a baseball bat?

Moe: Oh…sorry. I thought you were the cops.

Lee: And you would think that because…?

Moe: I did some hacking…got carried away…you know, the usual.

Lee: Right…okay.

Computers and anything electronics were Moe's area of expertise. But he is quite a mischievous person and is a part of many of the most documented hacking incidents, and is one of the many people of the hacking movement, being a radical in ways he knows how. That is the main reason why Lee came to him for what he is about to do.

Moe: SO, Mr. ACW star…what can the Moe-miester do for you?

Lee: You still on that Moe-miester crap? You been saying it since sophomore year man.

Moe: It's catchy.

Lee: …Mmmmhm.

Moe: So, seriously though, what it dew?

Lee pulled out a paper, and handed it to Moe. It had all the numbers Pablo used to call him.

Lee: I need you to track down those numbers…and pinpoint a location in which all those number could possibly point to…you get what I'm sayin?

Moe: Yup, yup…why though?

Lee: Lets just say that you'd be doin' me a huge favor.

Moe: All right then…it would need some time though.

Lee: Yeah sure, no problem.

Just then, Lee's phone rang again, and Lee already knew who it was. Mouthing to Moe to keep quiet, Lee picked up the call.

Lee: What?

Pablo: I must say…after watching Juu on TV the other night, I felt quite sad for the man who is supposed to be the future campeón. What happened to Juu Lee, where is Juu'r cohones?

Lee: You happened to me, motherfucker.

Lee then pointed at his phone, and mouthed for Moe to track this number as well. Moe nodded, still quite confused about all this.

Pablo: Ah yes, put the blame on the man Juu walked out on. Typical Lee.

Lee: You have my sister, Pablo…and I have done everything you've asked me to…so WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Pablo: Francamente? I want to torment Juu. I want to Juu to dream of me, I want Juu to have nightmares of me. I want Juu to see my face everywhere Juu go…because that is why Juu get for walking out on me. Juu understand, Lee? Soy Dios! And Juu are nothing if it wasn't for me…nothing.

Lee: You fantasize about me too much, Pablo.

Pablo: Oh, Juu wanna joke now? Juu think Juu are funny? Remember who is here, Lee…remember who I have with me.

Lee: …

Pablo: Just what I thought. Juu know, Juu were always one selfish bastard, so Juu can drop the act now. Juu don't care about Courtney…Juu don't care about anybody. That's why Juu walked out on the man that made Juu…that created Juu…am I not right?

Lee: Whatever, fuckface. But I promise you…touch her and I swear to god I will kill you.

Pablo: Ooh, I'm scared.

Lee glanced at Moe, who was mouthing something at him. Lee couldn't made out what he was saying, as Moe kept pointing at his phone, and at the computer screen.

Pablo: Why so quiet? No more insults to throw at me?

Lee looked at the computer screen Moe was pointing at, and realized that he was pointing at a red dot on a digital map of America. He realized that Moe tracked him down, and now Lee knows where Pablo is.

Lee: Listen to me, you son of a bitch…you better pray that nothing happens to my sister…because if you run into me? I am going to make you wish you never left the jail cell you were held in.

Lee cut the line, and quickly got up to look at the computer screen, and saw the red dot located somewhere in Las Vegas.

Lee: That slime ball hid out in 702? He must got some kinda nerve…

Moe: Lee…I kinda overheard your conversation earlier…man, I hope Courtney is okay.

Lee: She will be, once I get to Vegas and find him and pummel his ass to oblivion.

Moe: Good luck bro.

Lee: Thanks man…ya helped a lot.

Shaking his friend's hand, Lee left his apartment, with a piece of paper to pin point exactly where Pablo is. It was time to do something about all this, and end it once and for all.

Lee: Hang in there Courtney…I'm coming…

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“REBELLIOUS”
Credit: Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss

[Since Spring into Hell, there has been ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. The bomb in question is none other than our beloved Chairman, Jonathan Gingerdude. Upon seeing his daughter’s transformation into “Grindhouse,” a bad taste was left in his mouth. No amount of mouthwash has been able to remove it and day after day it lingers. Tonight, It’s foul stench finally overcomes his reservations the instant Anna walks through his office door, her body adorned in ripped denim washed genes, a black “Thunderkiss” tee shirt and dark eye shadow circling both eyes like a whirlpool. While these things bring him to the edge of the cliff, It is the fact that she has died her hair jet black that finally pushes him over the ledge.]

Gingerdude: Anna, would you clean yourself up! I have no idea what has gotten into you as of late but it is embarrassing!

Grindhouse: Embarrassing?! So you are embarrassed by your own daughter?!

Gingerdude: Considering she looks like a hooker, yes, yes I am embarrassed. I mean look at you, your clothes are all ripped and are in need of a good washing. This is hardly the image I want the Vice President of my company to reflect.

Grindhouse: Well then, perhaps I should go put on a nice frilly dress for “daddy.”

Gingerdude: That would be a good gesture.

Grindhouse: It’s called sarcasm, father. Learn it.

Gingerdude: So you want to continue parading around like a cheap floosy? So be it, just don’t come knocking on my door the next time you need something.

Grindhouse: Oh, so now you are disowning me?

Gingerdude: I didn’t say that, Anna.

Grindhouse: Well it sure sounds like to me. Fine, do you want me to lie to myself and become just another empty privileged person, just so you can parade me around to incite envy amongst your little social club?

Gingerdude: So now you are going to lecture me?

Grindhouse: Yes I am. I’m sick of living a materialistic life that was forced upon me by my parents. I was taught to judge people by their appearance and not by what really matters, their character. I was taught to hide all self expression underneath expensive garments sown by children working is sweat shops. I was taught to look down upon others because they didn’t have wealth or status, even though I didn’t do a damn thing in my life to earn either.

Gingerdude: Well, hasn’t California turned you into a nice liberal.

Grindhouse: No, the silver spoon you gagged me did a pretty good job doing that on its own.

[Gingerdude scowls and readies himself for round two of this family feud. Meanwhile, outside the door, Thunderkiss and Dave Shadow recline on some cozy office chairs, completely unaware of the melee that transpires only feet away. With Omega Effect weighing heavy on both men’s minds, they both contemplate the future of their matches.]

Dave: So you said you had something you wanted to talk about?

Thunderkiss: In cards Dave, what happens if you keep playing the same strategy over and over again?

Dave: Chances are whoever your playing, if they're smart, cotton on and formulate a counter-strategy.

Thunderkiss: Exactly. It didn’t take long for Steve Phillips and I to wage war when I came to ACW and the battle still continues. We’ve had match after match, squabble after squabble and yet, it doesn’t end. I’m starting to believe it never will. However, this time it’s different. This time it is he who has crossed the line. He has changed his game and if I am to walk out of this thing victorious, I must do the same.

Dave: Change? Listen, TK. You know I look up to and respect you. But even you can't learn a new wrestling style in a month.

Thunderkiss: True, but I can learn a new wrestling move.

Dave: Oh? Ahh, now I get it, big guy! You want me to teach you the Future Endeavor’d! Well, you’re in luck, I am the best instructor...

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Actually, Dave, I was thinking about something else.

Dave:*Looking dissappointed* Oh. Ok.

Thunderkiss: But head up, brother! You certainly can help me train and in return I help you train for the Train.

Dave: Thats...alot of trains.

Thunderkiss: You’re damn right it is. Anyway, this move that I want to pick up, it’s going to require some serious hang time so I’m going to work on my leg muscles and get them ready to launch me into the stratosphere.

Dave: Again, respect and adulation. But....how do I put this nicely? You weight 353 pounds. You're not exactly a cruiserweight.

Thunderkiss: Dave, I believe I can fly.

Dave: You believe you can touch the sky?

Thunderkiss: I think about it every night and day.

Grindhouse: FUCKING ASSHOLE.

[Anna’s banshee cry rattles both members of Zero Tolerance out of their comfortable position. Teeth grinding and fists clenched, she jettisons out of waiting room in an effort to put as much distance between herself and her father as possible before she does something she truly regrets. Knowing that his proper place is by his wife’s side, Thunderkiss excuses himself from Dave’s company and follows.]

Dave: Uh-Oh.

Thunderkiss: Well, this ain’t good. Dave, if you’ll excuse me.

Dave: With pleasure...

[His feet work overtime but he manages to catch up with Anna who at first refuses to acknowledge him. It takes his hand clamping around her shoulder to finally bring her forward progress to a halt and seize her attention.]

Thunderkiss: What’s wrong?

Grindhouse: Me, apparently.

Thunderkiss: There isn’t anything wrong with you.

Grindhouse: According to my father, EVERYTHING is wrong with me.

Thunderkiss: Meh, I knew this was coming soon or later. Look, let me ask you a question. Are you happy with yourself?

Grindhouse: What?

Thunderkiss: You heard me. Are you happy with yourself? With your life?

Grindhouse: Of course.

Thunderkiss: Then nothing else matters. If your father doesn’t like you for you, then he has his priorities in the wrong place. He’ll come around. It may take time but he’ll come around. Until then, it’s not you problem to worry about. Now get your head back up, woman, that’s no look for a girl who is about to go to Coney Island.

Grindhouse: You don’t mean!?

Thunderkiss: Oh but I do. Go gather your things, I’ll meet you at the car in 30 minutes.

[He knows how to speak directly to her heart. Seeing that she needs a pick me up, he can’t think of a better place to take her than her favorite amusement park that has held that title since her youth. Since it is just a hop, skip and a jump away from the Island, it has served as the backdrop for many memorable “one nighters” in their relationship and tonight will be no different. She responds with glee and one phone call later, the company jet begins to warm up.]

[FADE]



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Smokers are Jokers
Jack Jefferson

It’s been a very turbulent show for Jack Jefferson, who is stood alone in the car park. He managed to pick up a win against Davey Dickinson but also saw his locker room trashed with a stark warning waiting for him. He pulls a packet of Marlboro cigarettes out of his pocket, sliding one between his lips and clamping it into position. As he puts the packet away he pulls out his matt black Zippo lighter, flicking it casually and putting the flame to the end of the cigarette, inhaling as the end glows bright red.

He closes his eyes, clearly enjoying it, as he exhales slowly, tilting his head back and blowing his the smoke straight upwards. In the distance there is a clanging noise and Jefferson’s eyes snap open as the smoke swirls around his face, the look of calm that showed itself for a couple of seconds rapidly vanishing.

Jefferson looks around nervously now, scanning his surroundings for any possible threats. He’s just starting to relax when a shadow is cast over him. Its owner is clearly tall and Jefferson freezes, anticipating the worst. A hand reaches out and snatches the cigarette from his mouth, smartly snapping it and tossing it to the ground in one quick move. Jefferson whirls around, looking ready to fight but extremely apprehensive about doing so.

Jefferson: ...what the fuck are you doing?!

The camera spins around to reveal the person who Jefferson’s facing. It’s...er...Gooner, how bizarre. The confused look on Jefferson’s face says it all.

Gooner: Smokers are jokers!

Jefferson: [Muttering to himself] ...you’ve got to be kidding me.

What?

Gooner: Smokers are jokers!

Gooner beams gormlessly but Jefferson doesn’t see the funny side and he lunges forward, gripping Gooner by the throat and pinning him up against the wall.

Jefferson: You fucking retard! Who the hell do you think you are?! I should destroy you right here right now!

...what the fuck are you laughing for?!

Gooner is laughing as Jefferson goes red in the face with fury.

Gooner: Well you’re a joker and I’m not scared of jokers! I’m...

6 foot 3, 140 pounds of DY-NA-MITE!!

Jefferson stares at Gooner, dumfounded, as he starts to flex like Hogan. Jefferson scowls at him, spittle flying out if his mouth as he grits his teeth and exhales before tossing him aside and storming off.

Jefferson: Un-fucking-believable! I’m sick of this shit!!

This leaves Gooner in the car park by himself. He continues to flex and show off his ‘guns’ despite the fact no-one is around.

Fade to Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“THE CAKE WAS NOT A LIE”
Credit: Thunder Train, Jake Steele, Dave Shadow, Thunderkiss

Jake Steele: What the fuck is THIS shit?!

[It was a quiet night in the chairman’s office - until now. Despite his secretary’s best efforts, two very angry members of the Road Steelers almost remove his door from its hinges as they embark on a quest for answers. Their question is simple, how could a child’s birthday cake be worth one-hundred thousand dollars? Truth be told, they already know the answer, they just don’t like it. If it is Ginger’s intent to give them a headache he has succeeded and in turn, they wish to give him an even bigger one. With Steele’s mouth ready to rattle his cranium, they plan to do exactly that.]

Gingerdude: Gentlemen, what is the meaning of this intrusion?

Jake Steele: You know damn well what da meanin' of dis is! You really went into my bank account!? You fucked with my CAKE!?

Thunder Train: YEAH! WHAT IS UP WITH THIS! I don't have as much money as I normally do! The Train needs money because he is always hungry! I need money to pay for food man!

[Snickers from behind let the Road Steelers know they are not alone. Steele and Train turn their heads in the direction from where they came forth and discover Thunderkiss and Dave Shadow in the back of the room, faces adorned with grins that stretch from ear to ear. Zero Tolerance’s demeanor only entices the Steeler’s anger and a confrontation is immanent.]

Jake Steele: You find this funny, motherfuckers?! Oh yeah, hahaha, laugh it up! Because you goin' to find dis next bit real fuckin' funny.

Thunderkiss: What?! Dave here just told me a fine, fine joke! Didn’t cha’ Dave?

Dave: Yes, perhaps you’ve heard it before. The Road Steelers..... Well, thats it actually. See, it's funny cause they are jok....

Thunder Train: CUT THE SHIT, YO!

Gingerdude: Steele! Train! ENOUGH! I will not tolerate your behavior any longer! First you have the gall to waltz in my office uninvited and now you dare lay down threats? No. No more. This is the reason why I have a ZERO TOLERANCE policy toward this type of nonsense. It has run rampant in ACW for far too long and there will be consequences as you two have recently found out. Not only did you crash my grandson’s birthday party, but you vandalized it as well. I told you two that day that all expenses occurred would be coming straight out of your salaries and they have. If you two would have any common sense or decency to begin with, you wouldn’t be standing here to begin with.

Thunder Train: It was just a cake ... And it wasn't even that good....

Jake Steele: A fifty thousand dollar cake!? You can’t be serious?!

Gingerdude: What can I say, we have exquisite tastes! Don’t we boys?

Dave: Oh nom nom nom.

Thunderkiss: We only hire the best, that we do!

Gingerdude: The look in your eyes tells me that you are having trouble believing me. Now let me make myself clear, I do not have to prove myself to either one of you. Be that as it may, I’d like to introduce you to not only the official caterer of Zero Tolerance, but the very man who baked that cake.

[Gingerdude hits a buzzer on his intercom and within a matter of seconds his office door reopens. There, standing in the middle of the door frame, is none other than “The Chef” Leon Chase. Spatula in hand, he certainly can attest that it is indeed a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake.]

The Chef: Yes sir?

Thunder Train: Oh you can’t be serious. -_-

Gingerdude: Leon! Care to tell these gentlemen about the painstaking effort it took you to construct that bakery delight?

The Chef: Oh yes sir! I only use the best ingredients found around the world! The flour was bought from a small mountain village in Italy -

Jake Steele *interrupting*: I don’t care if it was Iron Chef, Rachel Ray, or fucking Emerald Lagasse, I ain’t paying dat fine!

Gingerdude: That’s okay, because it wasn’t a fine, it was a deduction. And it already has been taken straight out of your bank account.

Jake Steele: You can’t be doin' dat!

Thunderkiss *whispering*: Apparently homeboy here doesn’t understand how direct deposit works.

Dave *whispering back*:To be honest, I’d be shocked if he even knew how to write a cheque.....

[Try as they might, their much discrete conversation is discovered by the World Champion’s ears. Hit him, tease him, call his mamma fat. You can do all those things and more to Jake Steele but if you really want to make him mad, if you really want to draw his ire, you make him the fool. Zero Tolerance has gone past making him the fool here tonight and he’s had enough.]

Jake Steele: I'm tryin' my best to be calm, but these two goons you got Ginga' are makin' dat hard for me to do! You know what. Fuck you Kiss! Fuck you Shadow! And fuck you Gingerdude! Every last one of you can eat a motherfuckin' dick! I hope dat snot nosed brat you got Kiss grows up with some sense, but I really doubt he won't be just like you if not worse, cause dis whole fuckin' family is bullshit! I'mma get mine Ginga', you hear me!?

Gingerdude: Nope.

[Gingerdude hits another button on his intercom and once again it summons another piece onto this already crowded chessboard, or perhaps I should say “pieces.” The rumbling of feet from outside stops Steele dead in his tracks and what follows next causes him to revert in the opposite direction. The “men in black” now create a human shield around Zero Tolerance, a human shield that will prove most impenetrable if the Road Steelers so desire to test its strength.]

Dave *Singing*: Can't touch this, dah, na na na, da na, da na. Can't touch this....

Thunder Train: GRRRRRRRRRR

[That was either Train’s mouth or stomach growling at Dave, either way, it gets his attention. A bit hesitant of the big man, Dave slides down in his chair a few inches while TK simply facepalms.]

Gingerdude: I think this is the part where you say goodbye.

Jake Steele: You better stay wide awake... all of you.

[Jake’s warnings fall on deaf ears though they can be heard all the way down the hallway and beyond. Zero Tolerance is simply laughing too hard to hear them, or care for the matter. The fact is that the Road Steeler’s fired the first shot in this war and they have responded with cannons. Respect is given in this business and not earned and if bringing the Steelers to their knees means gaining their respect, so be it.]

Thunderkiss: Dave, stop being afraid of Fatty McFatFat. The guy is long overdue for a heart attack. The second he enters the ring against you he’ll job to chlorestoral and fall over dead.

Dave: I'm not scared of him Train. Why would I be scared of Train? I mean, sure he's FREAKIN MASSIVE.....

Thunderkiss: Yeah, well so is your brain, so use it. I’ve found out after many years in this business that only a small percent of beating your opponent comes in the ring. One needs to soften them up mentally before hand, and that’s what he is doing to you right now. You’ve got more talent in that pinky of yours than he has in his entire body, so use it.

Gingerdude: Indeed. You may be two and they may be many, but the resources at your disposal more than equals the odds. And above all, aim at Jake Steele, gentlemen. Cut the head off a snake and its body will die. So shall the Road Steelers.

[FADE]