Monday Night Warfare 1st June 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

AK takes hold of her microphone. She pauses for a second; the crowd threatens to go off on one again, but instead the majority keep their peace. AK looks at, and raises an eyebrow.

AK: Very eloquent speech, there, Jason. I don’t think anyone here doubts a word of what you just said. I most certainly don’t doubt your passion, or your commitment. It’s important to me that you know that.

She rotates the mic slowly in her hand.

AK: Now I’ve put things into context, allow me to respond to some of your “accusations”. Firstly, the place where this all started; Fallen Heroes. I’m certain you’ve re-watched that match once or twice since that night. I have no idea if you actually noticed, but I didn’t set out to actively disrupt anyone’s run at the Omega Effect title shot. And as much as I was tempted, after you savagely attacked my husband when he was in no state to defend himself, I didn’t specifically target you any more than anyone else in that match. Let’s be brutally honest here, Freeman – YOU ballsed up, by getting fixated on eliminating Thunderkiss, to the exclusion of all else. You definitely should have heard Dan White throwing me about, his clodhopper feet make more vibrations than a T-Rex. In the heat of an intense contest, all I did was do whatever I could to try and prevent my own elimination, and you just happened to be in the way. If you’d been just a fraction more alert, maybe you’d have moved. Maybe I’d have kicked Thunderkiss in the face instead, and we’d be looking at a totally different Omega Effect Main Event. We can all theorise until we’re blue in the face. The point is, YOU dropped the ball, and luck wasn’t there to save you.

The crowd responds in agreement to this. Freeman’s expression doesn’t change.

AK: Your story is hardly unique, Freeman. There’s more than one hard luck tale in every battle royale. If you had simply accepted your mistake and learned from it, you would have set yourself up as one of the key people to beat in this federation, because by any measure your Fallen Heroes performance was exemplary. But no- that was the one step you can’t bring yourself to take, isn’t it? You can’t accept that the fault lies with you. You have built the pressure on yourself so greatly, raised the bar in your head so high, that you cannot face the spectre of failure. Though strong, your shoulders just can’t take the weight of that; so you have tried to shift it elsewhere. And ever since, you have been seeking to absolve yourself of any and all culpability for the litany of barbaric acts you have wrought in a desperate effort to block out your internal pain.

The fans interject again, catcalling at Freeman; possibly echoing the voices in his own head. No one can know for sure.

AK: Your attitude is schizophrenic, Freeman. On one hand, you seem as keen as anyone to talk up my past achievements; on the other, you trot out the kind of tired patronising crap which we all thought was consigned to the trash long ago. You’re caught on the horns of one heck of a dilemma, aren’t you? You’re desperate to repair the damage which you think has been done to your own credibility by leeching off of my own standing, and yet the more you build me up so you can knock me down, the more daunting the task becomes in your head. So you create another fiction that’s as old as the human race; you talk about the “natural order”, about “destiny”, and try to imply that somehow it’s me that’s out of place, that somehow I am violating some sort of grand plan. Whose plan is this, exactly? Because I sure as hell don’t subscribe to it – and from what I’ve heard tonight, neither do any of these tremendous ACW fans either!

The crowd pops loudly. AK blushes a little, and emotion creeps into her voice for just a moment.

AK: I’ve never denied that being in a wrestling ring gives me a wonderful thrill. What makes it a hundred times better is when I catch a glimpse of that thrill being transmitted to someone out there in the crowd. I have vivid memories from my own youth of seeing people seemingly defy the laws of physics – this entire industry is about breaking barriers down, and while I have no desire to turn the clock back wholesale, I am determined to hold up that tradition.

She looks around the ring, at the sea of faces, and a smile begins to appear on hers.

The fact that so many people here appear to be of the same mind... I feel myself growing stronger with every second. You honestly think you can make me feel old and outdated here, Freeman?

She slams down her palm on to the table with a loud thud, propelling herself to a standing position, and the crowd lets out a roar in turn.

AK: Not a flaming chance, son! ACW is one of the true loves of my life, alongside my husband, and my children. Let me be exceptionally clear, Freeman; you have cast a shadow across all three of my passions – you have disrespected ACW itself in the form of a callous and unprovoked attack on one of our esteemed announce team; you have insulted and injured my husband, and you have put my beloved son and daughter into mortal danger, destroying most of my worldly possessions in the process. And through all this, I have been remarkably patient. Do you know why, Freeman?

Freeman smirks a little, but offers no answer.

Ak: Because I am, at heart, a kind and generous individual, Jason. Even after all this, I still do not desire to do you lasting harm, which is something I am more than capable of. Our lives are not purely sequential, Freeman; we do not just take on a role, and then abandon it for another. I am a true Kitsune; I take many forms, and I can adopt them at will. I am a wrestler, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a mother; I can feel you curse my existence, and yet you cannot yourself be whole without me. You may have begun this tale...

She sits, takes the pen, and swiftly places her signature on the page.

AK:...but despite what you may think, the brushstrokes are from my hand, Freeman. And the ending will be mine to write.

And now...it is signed. It is official. Jason Freeman vs Atomic Kitsune is on.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Kevin: And there you go. This match is---

And suddenly Freeman holds a hand up towards Kevin, basically telling him to silence himself. Kevin looks at Freeman confused. Evidently although the contract is signed, the confrontation between the two isn't over. Freeman evidently has more to say. Perhaps he wants to respond to what she has said about him. Perhaps he had just never been finished at all. In any case, when Kevin is quiet, Freeman grabs the microphone again.

Freeman: We don't need Kevin Anderson to tell us what we both know. This match is now official, and I couldn't be any happier. I know you accepted it two weeks ago, but it was not until now when I know for sure that this is going to happen. That you weren't going to pull out and walk away. That you weren't going to realize you can't take me. Luckily for me, you haven't. And you probably aren't going to. Now, tell me this...do you honestly think that you can defeat me? A superstar who hasn't even yet reached his prime, when you are so far past it you can't even see it anymore?

AK: Do your ears need cleaning out or something? There is no one I can’t beat when the chips are down, Freeman. You most certainly included.

Freeman: So, then, you do really believe the tales that come out of your mouth. Truly pathetic. Well, AK, you're in for a surprise. That's all I can say. Excuse me, can we get one of those AK chants once more?

The crowd doesn't even care that it's Freeman who is asking for it...they are more than happy to oblige, and so they do, chanting her name once more. AK looks to the crowd for a second, but Freeman just remains intensely focused on AK. There is an intense silence, as now AK looks back at Freeman. The two competitors look into each other's eyes, both trying to cause some reaction in the other, and neither one of their faces changing. The only sound is the noise of the crowd, as they chant AK's name over and over again. Freeman slowly nods, and motions with his hand for the crowd to keep going, louder, louder, louder. They continue chanting as Freeman yells over them.

Freeman: THAT'S RIGHT, KEEP CHANTING! Take it all in, AK! For one last time, take it aaaaaaall in! Here those people chanting your name for the last time in your career. Here those fans worshipping you, considering you their hero...because soon they will not be able to look at you the same way again. This is the last time you will hear that reaction, because at Omega Effect it all ends for you for good. You wanted this glory, right? WELL HERE IT IS. So breathe it in. Inhale it. Let it flow through you. Feel it. Your last triumphant moment, and the last time you will be able to stand tall and proud. Enjoy these last few weeks of stardom. Omega Effect is approaching rapidly. It is right around the corner. ALL you will feel then is soreness. Soreness from that long grueling match we will have just taken part in. And shame...shame because you were defeated, and you are finally forced to realize that you can lie to yourself all you want, tell all the fairy tales you want, but IN THE END, reality catches up with you. And you will not hear people chanting your name. You will have sympathetic looks from all these fans. Thinking to themselves how far you've fallen...and realizing that their hero was not so great after all. AND THEN I will look up...and whether the fans boo me or not...I WILL see through that, and see that underneath it all, they KJNOW that I’m a star. They will KNOW that I beat you, and they WILL KNOW that I am the future of this company. They will know that I am the best superstar of this generation, and will soon become a legend.

Another fierce staredown, until AK takes the mic. Clearly her patience is at an end.

AK: Jason, you’re about as credible as an Enron executive, you know that? Just like them, you’re going to be powerless – powerless to handle what I’m going to bring. So chew on that, you pompous, jiggering little stoat!

Freeman stands up and glares at her, and seeing this, AK stands back up as well, and the two have a standing staredown which threatens to laser its way through their respective skulls and across the arena. The guards seem alert...realizing that things could break down at any second, and they seem ready to take a step forward...ready to stop this. Freeman sighs and takes the mic again, turning away...perhaps to clear his head of anger. He paces while he speaks.

Freeman: AK, AK, AK. Your words just can't get to me. You may try as hard as you'd like to put me down, but the fact remains that as I said, things are going my way. You are going into a match of my choice against me just as I wanted. Say what you want, but I know what's really going to happen at the pay-per-view, and then all of your words will be promptly invalidated. So, you can say what you will, and run your mouth all you'd like. Continue if you want...do you have anything else to say?

AK: God, no. We all want to get home this side of Christmas.

Freeman waits only for a second, but AK doesn't seem to be interrupting him. He continues.

Freeman: Well, good. Listen. They say there is no substitute for the feeling when hard work leads to results. I know for a fact that that's true. I put a lot of hard work into getting what I want in this company. I threw away all morals and never looked back. I mean just look at what I had to do to get you here, and get you to sign that contract...and get this match. I had to burn your house to the ground. That still didn't work...though it was quite good handiwork on my part. I had to get a match with your husband, and defeat him in a street fight. You must have realized this was never going to stop...and you finally accepted my challenge. I fought for that match and I got it. Just like I got a match with Dan White a few months ago. And it just doesn't stop there, Alicia.

Well where could he possibly be going with this one? It would seem that that IS the end...he got the match. How does it not stop there? What else did he do? AK seems a bit confused herself, as Freeman (who had been pacing up until this point) comes back and stands by the table. He had moves his chair to the side when he had stood up, and now he stands, resting his right arm on the top of the chair, sort of leaning. When he speaks it's very casual, but his words are very obviously and suspiciously perfectly chosen. He seems to know exactly what he wants to say and exactly how he wants to say it.

Freeman: No, besides the house burning, besides that street fight...I had to work hard other times as well. Of course, I have to be in top condition by the pay-per-view. I am not at all near that insane training regime I had employed before Fallen Heroes, but all the same I have to train hard. I have to make sure that I watch some of your top matches and see how you perform in big-match situations...and it cost me quite a sum of money, I assure you, to make sure that Latino did not make it to the arena tonight, and that the security---

Perhaps AK's reflexes have dimmed just a bit from her time away from the ring...but it is right at this point where the words fully hit her, and she realizes what's in store for her. She is just darting forward when---

*CRACK*

Too late. Freeman had his hand resting on the chair, and he has just swung the open chair up and into the side of AK's head. AK had reacted a moment too late, and the shot is so sick...so vicious...so brutal...that it seems like AK could have a concussion. In any case, AK goes straight down sideways, hitting the ground hard, and not moving. The fans are so worried about her well-being they don't even fully take in what's going on. Kevin is shocked, and there is a moment of silence...everybody too shocked to react.

That's when the fans notice something horrifying.

The security is just standing there. They haven't moved a bit. Freeman for his part, is standing completely motionless, looking down on the fallen body of AK with eyes like a viper...he stares down at her, emotionless, until slowly...slowly his face begins to turn into a sick grin. He gives that grin down at her for a good five seconds...time seems to be standing still.

AND THEN EVERYTHING MOVES AT ONCE. The fans begin to boo as loud as they humanly can, and Freeman leaps onto the body of AK, and begins pummelling her with his fists. The security...stands still. Kevin almost takes a step forward to stop this...but as Freeman looks up with his venomous eyes, Kevin realizes he can't do a thing, and quickly exits the ring...WHY ARE THE SECURITY GUARDS JUST STANDING THERE?

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Freeman: C’MON AK, C’MON!

Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch...Freeman is mounted over AK, and is pummelling her with his fists, and she is unable to move. The chairshot has completely knocked her out, and she just lies on the floor. The fans continue to yell, boo, and curse at Freeman, who continues.

Freeman: C’MON AK, HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS, HUH?! HOW'S IT FEEL TO BE BACK IN A RING, HUH?! HOW YOU LIKING THIS ONE?!

He continues his assault, the security guards continuing to stand there doing absolutely nothing...and that's when Freeman pulls something out of his pocket. What is it? The fans can barely see...until he holds it up high. The camera zooms in. It's...a...pair of scissors? He again has a sick grin on his face...The fans boo more.

Freeman: AK, you TOOK my chance AWAY! WAS IT WORTH IT? HUH?! YOU TOOK MY BIG SHOT AWAY, AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU TOOK MY GLORY, I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR BEAUTY!

And he grabs as much of AK's hair as he can with one hand, and yanks it up hard. He holds the scissors up...and begins to snip it off. The crowd boos, and now some people are throwing things at the ring, but Freeman is in his own sick world. He goes faster now, grabbing hair, and cutting hair. He plans to get rid of all of it. He is going to ruin her. She will be bald when he is finished...he has the razor for when he gets her closer down...

Freeman: I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR PRIDE! HERE, AK!

Another punch, and there is blood trickling down the side of her head from the chairshot from before. He goes back to cutting.

Freeman: I GUESS IT WASN’T ENTIRELY TRUTHFUL WHEN I SAID I WOULDNT HARM A HAIR ON YOUR HEAD, NOW WAS IT?! AND HOW DO YOU LIKE MY SECURITY FORCE? PRETTY CONVINCING, HUH?!

And what Freeman just referred to as "his" security force, continues to stand around the ring. Freeman seems to have snapped. Everything he said before...about how he had no reason to do anything else. No reason to attack her tonight, quite clearly was all lies. He has cut her hair own so far to about half of its length and works faster and faster.

: FREEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!

The fans quickly recognize the voice of Ginger, who is on his way out of the curtains. Freeman doesn't even look up, and behind Ginger...is the ACTUAL ACW security. They make their way down to the ring quickly...but the security force all exit the ring and form a line...blocking the chairman and security off from the in-ring action.

Freeman's ingenious plan now comes to full fruition. He had this all planned from the beginning. He knew Ginger wouldn’t trust him. He knew Ginger wouldn’t let the contract signing go down without ensuring there was no conflict, and as a result it worked against him. Somehow Freeman got his own men in that ring, and now the security that was supposed to prevent something like this is ALLOWING it to keep going! Freeman also prevented Latino from making it here tonight, and AK is on her own!

Ginger: FREEMAN, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU STOP RIGHT NOW, OR---

Freeman: WHAT, GING? SORRY, CAN’T HEAR YOU...I’M IN HERE. YOU'RE OUT THERE!

Ginger:: THE PERSON WHO GETS A HOLD OF HIM GETS THEIR PAY TRIPLED! GET IN THERE!!

In the ring, most of AK's beautiful long hair lies on the mat...all that's left of it, Freeman is about to get rid of. He stands up. He walks over AK, stomping her, and puts the scissors on the table...pulling out a razor. He bends down and is about to cut the short hair that is left on AK off as well, and leave her bald...

AK’s eyelids do not so much as flicker; but her right hand suddenly arcs upward and smashes Freeman directly in his jaw, as if propelled by something outside the control of its fainted owner. Freeman is knocked backward, his head spinning; he quickly regains his balance, and looks again at AK, who is once again motionless. A reflex action? For just a fraction of a second Freeman is uneasy; then he grips the razor tightly and turns back to his task-

But finally, the now financially-motivated ACW security breaks through and hits the ring. They charge in, one of them going to tackle Freeman, who swings the other chair in the ring up, knocking that guard to the ground...and now all of them slide into the ring...fired up and ready to grab him. Freeman jumps out of the ring, and jumps into the crowd...his security force quickly forming a loop around him, as they make their way up the aisles, fans throwing things at him, and many fans actually trying to take shots at him. He makes his way up backwards, looking down at AK lying with most of her hair beside her, and some blood staining the mat around her as well.

Freeman did not finish the job completely...but he has done enough. He had tried to take her pride, and in his mind he succeeded. She wasn't bald...but her long hair was gone...and what was left was not much. Medics quickly slide into the ring, finally able to check on her...she may be concussed.

Ginger:: Get her to the back, quickly. I want the ring crew to clear this mess up.

Medic: What about Freeman?

Ginger frowns. He picks up the contract from the table; for a moment it looks as if he will rip it up, but he quickly changes his mind. Perhaps a few “legal adjustments” are in order...

Ginger:: I need a little time to think about that. But there will be repercussions within this company for him, mark my words.

He looks at AK, with obvious concern.

Medic: It’s just a concussion, I think she’ll be ok.

Ginger:: Oh, I realise that. It’s not her I’m worried about. Let’s just say, I would not want to be in Jason Freeman’s shoes once Alicia wakes up.

The crowd continues to boo as the ring finally gets cleared, and the show cuts to a much needed commercial break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: STEEL CHAIR SYMPHONY
Dan White vs. Dave Shadow (Credit: Dan White)

Philip: The following match is a no-interference Steel Chair Symphony!

Massive pop from the crowd, as the camera pans across the foot of the ramp, where there are several empty chairs lined up.

Philip: Coming first to the ring, from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing at 184 pounds....Dave Shadow!!


“Come with me” hits the speakers, as the lights in the arena go out. As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered accross his face. He makes his way down the ramp and hops up onto the apron, climbing to the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all his fans. The camera spins round him, as he hops down and awaits his opponent....

Philip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 240 pounds...”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!!

ANARCHY!!!!!!

”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He may do that on one or two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and preparing for what is likely to be his last ever ACW match.

The bell rings, and the crowd are already into it. They want bloods and guts, and they want to see it all at the expense of Dave Shadow. The duo lock up and Dave throws Dan to the ropes, and manages to take him down with a firm clothesline. Dan is quick to his feet, but he looks at Dave, knowing that he's got a bit of ring rust to shake off. But as he gets to his feet again, Dave chops him with a hard knife edge, and he's back to the floor. Dave smirks, allowing Dan back to his feet. He grabs him by the head, and goes to toss him towards the outside. But Dan manages to hold his ground, grabbing the ropes as they approach them, pulling them down and forcing Dave over the ropes. There's a massive pop as Dave flies over and crashes into the empty chairs at the foot of the ramp, smashing into them with a might blow as the steel chair aspect of the match is well and truly introduced! Dave manages to stumble back to his feet, but only for Dan to fly through the ropes, landing himself on top of the Irishman. The duo the start to fight on the floor, rolling amongst the chairs and having bits of steel and fist flying into their mouths. It's become very clear that this match is more about winning. It's about winning and finishing off the opponent.

Eventually, they both get off each other, on their knees and with their backs turned from one another. They both grab a steel chair and quickly turn to their feet, swinging quickly, and yet only managing to hit each other's chair. As they crash off each other, the momentum forces them both backwards, and they fall to one knee. But they know that they cannot dwell on a situation like this, and so instead are quick to swing again. Dave though is one step ahead of Dan, ducking his chair shot attempt and then smacking him hard in the side. There's a wince from the crowd as Dan's side is attacked, and he slumps down to one knee. Dave then follows that up with a chair shot to the head, and Dan is unable to avoid it. The sound echoes around the arena, and Dan falls to the floor. Dave smirks as he takes in all the jeers and boos from the crowd, before grabbing Dan and slipping him under the bottom rope. He climbs in as well, and makes the cover, hoping that he's able to finish this match fine and early:

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout by Dan!

Dave is pretty shocked, but you have to respect Dan's resilience. But for Dave, he knows that interference is something he cannot afford to do, for he can't afford to lose to Dan. Not after what happened at Spring Into Hell. He gets up, and picks Dan up with him. He throws him into the turnbuckle, and proceeds to rough him up, throwing punches and open hand slaps in Dan's direction. The Welsh Dragon looks pretty beaten up, but he's got a ray of hope. Dave attempts a dropkick, only for Dan to duck it, and slide out of the ring. Dave looks rather confused, as he gets to his feet, trying to find Dan's location. He sees that Dan's on the outside, and so pokes his head and arm through, trying to grab him. But Dan is playing possum, and smacks Dave in the head with a chair, to a resounding pop. As Dave falls through the ropes clutching his head and falling to the floor, Dan climbs the turnbuckle. He points all around the arena, knowing that this may be the last time he ever climbs up an ACW turnbuckle. He then jumps up into The Welsh Dragon (Corkscrew Moonsault), and hits it with perfection...

...Or maybe not, because Dave was playing possum too, rolling Dan up into a cover!

One...

Two...

Th-Kickout by Dan White again!!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

There's another pop, and this time Dave is struggling to keep his composure. He gets up off of Dan, approaching the referee in the corner, demanding him to change his decision to three. As he complains, Dan manages to climb up to his feet with the assistance of the ropes. He then approaches Dave, pointing him on the back. Dave hastily turns around quickly, walking straight into the Stunt Bomb! But instead, Dave manages to elbow his way out of things, and Dan stumbles sideways, clutching his face. An elbow to the temple hurts, you know. And Dan is now in a very precarious position, especially as Dave is ready, and stalking. And Dan turns around, right as Dave prepares to give him a well and true Future Endeavour'd. But As he goes for the double knee strike, Dan gives him a forearm to the face, resulting in a pop from the crowd. And as Dave tends to himself, Dan quickly slides out of the ring. He grabs a bunch of the steel chairs – there must be about nine or ten of them on the floor – and he starts to slip a few of them into the ring. He puts about five in the ring, as Dave manages to recover. Dan slips back in, and gets up, only to receive a charging knee to the shoulder. Dave then grabs a couple of the chairs, and to boos from this ACW crowd, he begins to set them up. He sets four of them up so they make a sort of bed, and keeps the other one in the corner, presumingly waiting for Dan to get up.

As Dan is still down due to the knee to the shoulder, Dave decides to lift him up. He whips Dan at the ropes, the plan being that if he hits Dan with a Back Body Drop, Dan will land of the chairs. And this works, for the most part at least. The Back Body Drop is planted, but Dan manages to land with his feet on the chairs, to a very surprised and suddenly elated crowd. Dave turns around, expecting Dan to be laid out, and is certainly shocked to see that he's on his feet. Dan then leaps off the chair, and with a mighty shoulder barge, forces Dave back to the ropes. Dave hits off them, and Dan then hits a Belly to Belly Slam, throwing Dave through the four chairs!!

But that's not all. Dan then grabs the remaining chair in the corner, running up quickly and placing the chair between himself and Dave, only to plant him hard with the 75MPH Kick!!! The crowd is in bits, as Dave rolls him over and pins him:

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

Philip: Here is your winner...The Welsh Dragon Dan White!!!

The bell rings, and the chorus of cheers is immense, as a bloodied Dan White rolls off of Dave Shadow, having finally put him away in a match to end one of the feuds of the year so far. “Anarchy in the UK” can be heard prominently, as Dan gets to his feet, and smiles at the crowd all around him. Five years, he has worked for this. Five years, for this crowd. Five years, all a hearty chapter in the man's autobiography. And as a medical team rush down with Gingerdude following suit to help Dave Shadow, Dan rests on the ropes. Satisfied.

The medical team aid Dave out of the ring, whose in a knocked out state, and must surely have a bout of concussion or something similar. Dan then looks over to the bell ringer, and asks for a microphone. The bell ringer tosses one in, and for what could be the last time ever, we're about to hear Dan White address to the crowd.

Dan White: Well, I'm still out of fucking breath. That's what you all wanted to see, right?

Massive cheers from the crowd, so much so that Dan has to pause as he takes it all in.

Dan White: Well, I'm just happy that on and off, for the last five years I have been able to entertain you in the best way that I can. It's been an epic rollercoaster, I can tell you that for a start. From fighting in my first ever match at Heatwave 2004, to my world title shots on Pay Per View a year later, to becoming Mr. Omega Effect last year. And whilst we've been friends, and we've been foes, enemies, I have felt privileged to have entertained you for the best part of five years. Thank you.

He pauses again, as the crowd cheer loudly once more. A chant of “please don't go!” forms, bringing a sad smile to Dan's face.

Dan White: Like I said, it's been the best part of five years. I have turned my back on this company twice before. In Autumn of 2006, I was happy to back my bags and leave, rather than follow the order of giving you fans everything that I had. And likewise a year after that, when I asked to leave the company because I didn't like the way I was being treated. Rather than take it like a man and do something about it, I was happy just to piss off home and find my own means of an income. I did some bat-shit stupid things. I appeared in movies, recorded a rap album. Hell, I hate rap!

There's a few smiles from the crowd, as Dan wipes some of the blood away from his face.

Dan White: But I would just like to think that everything that I have done ever since I came back at Fallen Heroes last year, you enjoyed. I think I made a few mistakes along the way, and certainly I didn't have my priorities straight. I think that had I accepted the contract offer then I wouldn't have to have had this stupid feud with the chairman of this company, and I'd probably be standing here not saying goodbye, but taunting someone in the eye of Omega Effect V coming up. But whatever decisions I made, I have really tried my fucking hardest to ensure that even if I'm not someone you would consider a Hall of Famer, but that I've ensured that you will all remember me.

Dan lowers the microphone, as a mixture of fatigue and emotion gets to him. He rests on the ropes again, looking out at all the fans that have cheered and booed him over the years.

Dan White: And damnit, I'm going to miss this place. I really am. I do wish that things were different, but as they are, I guess I'm gonna have to do this the honourable way. At least I didn't go out like Cheng and BK did and lose my last ever match, eh?

A few more laughs from the crowd.

Dan White: But seriously, I fought for all of you. And ultimately, I lost the war. But somebody will be there to pick up the pieces. Thank you.

Dan drops the microphone, as a cry of “We love Dan White!” echoes throughout the arena. Dan nods his head a couple of times, sucking his lips in, almost trying to fight back the tears. He looks around a couple more times, before dropping to the floor and rolling out of the ring, grabbing hold of his right side, which was particularly beaten up badly during the match. He turns around, walking backwards up the ramp, making sure that he gets one good last look at the arena.

...But in walking backwards, he doesn't get to see what everyone else sees.

??: Whoa Whoa WHOA!!

Dan pauses, crocking an eyebrow and turning around. To his surprise, he sees none other than Adrian Flamingo on stage! But Dan just looks at the Astonishing One, trying to keep as calm as possible, and walking past him, without even a second look. But Adrian just smirks, crossing his arms and nodding. It certainly is an odd occasion to occur...why the hell is Adrian Flamingo out here?!

Well, we're not going to find out tonight, that's for sure...

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

H O M E

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Credit: Rena & Bryce

Bryce unlocked the door to his home, but his and Rena's lips were not able to unlock themselves from each other. Bryce pushed himself and Rena against a wall, kicking the door shut behind them. Rena ran her fingers through his perfect hair and let out a small moan as he left her mouth and ventured down her neck and onto the opening of her blouse.

Bryce: You're so fucking hot.

Rena: So are you.

She laughed as he grabbed the bottom of her ass and lifted her up, prompting her to wrap her legs around his perfectly sculpted midsection. By placing her arms around his neck, Bryce carried her up the stairs and laid her onto the perfectly made bed.

Rena: FUCK ME!

Bryce: Heh, you want some of the Bryce, eh?

Rena: This isn't question and answer time.

Bryce: A woman who knows what she wants, now there's a surprise!

Bryce cheekily chuckles to himself.

Pushing pillows away, Rena pulled Bryce by the shirt onto the bed and swung herself on top of him.She ran her fingers up and down his chest underneath the shirt until finally wiggling it off from him.

Bryce: Do you like any kinky shit?

Rena: If by kinky you mean your P in my V, then yes.

Bryce: You don't like handcuffs or oils?

Rena: Would you like to stop and get all that shit? Maybe we could play some scrabble and listen to Barry White while we're at it. Turn on the fireplace, and cuddle-

Bryce: I've only got Monopoly, is that any good?

Rena scowls, Bryce relents.

Bryce: Okay, okay I get it.

Rena plunged herself towards him, kissing him deeply. She began to kiss his neck with small moans escaping from his lips.

Bryce: I'm so glad I met you like two fucking weeks ago ... this is WILD!

Rena: ... what?

everything stopped.

Bryce: Why'd you stop?!

Rena: two ... weeks ... ago?

Bryce: Ummm yeah ... give or take a few days I guess?

Rena: No ... You ... don't remember me?

Bryce: Should I?

Rena: Should you? I ... I ... 2004 to like 2006?

Bryce: Uhhhh I don't think so....

Rena: BRYCE! I knew your father died! I was fucking there for you! I WENT TO THE FUCKING FUNERAL!

Bryce: Huh, reallllly? I don't remember you at all.

Bryce looks at Rena blankly.

Rena: You're unreal.

She got up off of him, rubbing her hands through her hair and glaring at his perfect face.

Bryce: Come on, it was a simple mistake.

Rena: You forgot my existence for THREE YEARS!

Bryce: Hey, Hey, I understand you remember me ... but you have to remember...I have millions of ladies crawling over me!

Rena: That's the joke, though. I was NEVER crawling over you! YOU crawled over ME! I was the one who turned you down.

Bryce: Ha, no one turns down Bryce, baby! Now get your sexy ass back to bed.

Rena: No, I'm leaving. You can find your own pleasures for the night, thank you. Have your head examined, k?

Bryce: Awww come on, Rena!

Rena: FUCK YOU.

And with those final words, she had stomped down the stairs and slammed the door behind her, leaving Bryce alone.

Bryce: How ... can I tell her?

So Rena had turned him down in the past. When and how is another story for another day, but it is interesting to note that Bryce did in fact remember Miss Rena Matheson. However, acknowledging her existence would be acknowledging heartbreak and rejection. Something he was not yet ready to reveal.

[fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OOC Segment: My Personal Thoughts (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Five years. That's quite a long time for ACW to be around. I came in during its second year and have been here on and off for the last 3 years. Like people have seen me come and go...quiet Hitman...I've seen the same.

ACW has become quite the home for all of us. Everybody has come together from entirely different backgrounds and we each have our own style. We do have our arguments, but that's just like any normal family and that's what we are. No matter what happens during the day, we're a family at the end. You guys and gals are my family. I've grown attached to some of you over the past 3 years whether it be over Xbox Live playing Call of Duty 4 with the Awesome Cowboys of Wrestling or Left 4 Dead to the show chats and chats over IM.

One thing I love about you guys is that whenever any of us has a problem, there's at least one person that's going to be there with an open ear.

The long-time vets know why I came here, they know my story. Ever since that day where I joined the forums, it's been a non-stop thrill ride. It's a rollercoaster. It goes up, it goes down, it leaves you on the edge of your seat begging for more...and at times, makes you want to pay a visit to the porcelain god.

Most feds don't make it very long. ACW has a unique system and it's lasted this long. I, for one, see these past three years as some of the greatest of my life in e-feds. I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart.

ACW has made it five years. Let's make it another five and more beyond that.

All of you are truly the greatest people I could ever know.

Dustin A.K.A. Rattlesnake

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: An open door (Credit: Michael Smart)

The scene opens inside a locker room. The only things in sight are a chair, a door in the background and a man sitting on the previously mentioned chair. The man is wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans and is sitting on the chair, looking at the camera with a blank, emotionless gaze. Some may recognize the man as Michael Smart.

Michael Smart: Hello, fans of ACW. Some of you may remember me. My name is Michael Smart. While it wasn't for a very long time, I was once part of this federation. Now I have returned, and what better time to make my comeback than the fifth anniversary of ACW. After all, this isn't just a celebration of the history of ACW, but also the great future this company will have. But let's start with a basic history lesson, shall we?

Michael turns to look at the door behind him.

Michael Smart: They say that when one door closes, another one opens. When I first got into the big leagues, I felt great. I thought that things could only get better. I was wrong. The company I was in closed down. Why? Hell, I'm still not sure. I was shocked, and I did something stupid; I joined another company, by the same guy that closed the aforementioned federation. A few months later that place goes down. Afterwards, I joined multiple other places, but after the previous events I was just too tired and untrusting to stay in any of them. Opportunities grew thin, and eventually I gave up.

Michael takes a moment to adjust his position, then continues.

Michael Smart: A few months go by, and I'm starting to feel the hunger again. I understood why no one ever truly retires from wrestling; it's an addiction. There's nothing like the rush you get from going out there and fighting with everything you have against an equal. You may try to quit, but like every addiction, there are withdrawals. And the symptom in the case of wrestling is lack of self-worth. Few in the wrestling business have another career to look forward to, and I'm pretty sure I'm not one of those few.

Michael looks down at the ground for a second, his expression briefly changing into a sadder one, before going back to emotionless as he looks at the camera again.

Michael Smart: Where was I? Ah, yes, my first comeback to wrestling. If you could call it that. Anyway, I found out that an old... acquaintance of mine had opened up a company and was in need of members. I decided to help him out. At first things didn't look so bad. But before I got the chance to get in the ring, the company was closed. I doubt anyone will hold it against me when I say that I was pissed off. After that, I gave up again. I decided that I would never bother wrestling again. But like I said, wrestling's an addiction. An addiction you'll never get rid of.

So here I am. Back in wrestling once again. And even though my tone may be somewhat bitter, I really do enjoy wrestling. ACW has re-hired me, and this time I hope to make an impact. They say that when one door closes, another one opens, but I'm not sure I believe that. I'm afraid ACW is the last door open to me.

At that moment, the door behind Michael slams open. Startled, Michael looks behind him to find a man dressed in a purple jacket, a white shirt underneath it and a bunch of golden chains around his neck. The man is sporting black sunglasses dark enough to hide his eyes. The rest of his face, however, seem to form an overly glad expression. While the viewers may not be terribly familiar with the man, Michael recognizes him.

Michael Smart: Daniel? What the hell are you doing here?

Daniel Smart: What? Can't I visit my favorite cousin?

Daniel steps inside and looks around the room until he notices the camera.

Daniel Smart: Ooh, is that thing on?

Michael Smart: Yes, and that's why you shoul...

Daniel Smart: I have the pleasure of announcing that effective as of today one Michael Smart has a new manager... me!

Daniel's mouth morphs into a huge grin while Michael looks at him, not blinking, not breathing, not moving a single muscle. Once Daniel's words sink in, he lets out one single word:

Michael Smart: WHAT?!

Daniel is slightly taken back by the sudden outburst, taking a step back.

Daniel Smart: I said that I'm your new manager. Why do I get the feeling that you don't like this?

Michael Smart: I'm not sure, perhaps because I don't?! Who gave you the right to be my manager?

Daniel Smart: Remember three months back when you were all emo and stuff? You know, when you were saying that you would never wrestle again?

Michael Smart: Yes...

Daniel Smart:And remember how you signed a contract that said that I would automatically become your manager were you to be employed as a wrestler within the next three years?

Michael Smart: ...but I only signed that because you constantly begged me to and because I thought I would never wrestle again.

Daniel shrugs.

Daniel Smart: It doesn't matter why you signed it, the contract still applies.

Michael Smart: You know what? Worse things have happened. And it can't hurt to have a manager.

Michael turns back to the camera.

Michael Smart: You hear that ACW? Mich...

Daniel Smart: Michael Smart will now be backed up by his extremely charismatic cousin, and the whole locker room will have to be on the lookout. Thank you for your time.

Michael turns to his cousin with a furious expression.

Michael Smart: I'm supposed to get the last line, you son of a...

The scene quickly fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: You Should Have Loved Me (Credit: ?)

A darkened room is how we begin our next scene. A man sits underneath a dim light that swings back and forth. The cord that keeps the light from falling on the individual looks to be tearing a bit and it looks as if any moment, the light could fall. The man in the center seems familiar, but we cannot see who it really is. They look to be dressed in some casual clothes, jeans and a t-shirt. Whoever it is, they don't look like a rather large individual. The person reaches up and stops the light from moving.

?: Hello there ACW....

That voice...it sounds so familiar....

?: I bet you weren't expecting this. Especially after reading those internet rumors about me. Just goes to show you how those internet "Dirtsheets" can turn out to be such bullshit! Now for those of you who don't remember let me take you on a little history lesson about myself.

The man shifts himself in the chair.

?: In December of last year, I beat BK London in order to win the ACW World Championship. Shortly after I formed a group called RSXZ. However, by February the group had diminished to just myself and one other man - Thunder Train. We went on to control ACW for all of February, up until Bloody Valentine that is. That's when that jackass Jake Steele beat me for my title! And it was Thunder Train's fault....

He spits on the floor next to him.

?: That fatass Train betrayed me and caused me to lose that championship. That title was my life, and it still is. But before I could get my retribution against him and Jake, I was suspended from ACW by Gingerdude! In a very short time period I went from controlling ACW to being exiled by it. So I sat at home for close to four months. Then I get a phone call about facing BK London in a rematch for Omega Effect? Really?!? After this entire company screwed me, they wanted me back for a "Money Making Rematch" as I was told it would be called. That got me pissed. That brought out all the hatred I had building up inside. Instead, I came up with my own agenda - I took Gingerdude's offer to return but under my own terms. Not to face BK London but to get revenge on those who did me wrong. And now that I'm back, there will be no stopping me from achieving my goal. Now, I only have one question for you...

DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?!?!?





















The man stands up and pulls down the cord for the light. It goes to a higher setting and lights up the whole room. It's not a strange dark corner room, its a restaurant. And the man that was talking was Thunder Train. You can almost hear the disappointment from everyone. Train smirks as people walk in and bring him food.

Thunder Train: What, you were expecting someone else? *Smirk*

Massive amounts of food get placed in front of the big man and Train thanks them. He ties a napkin around his head and takes a big bite of a sub.

Thunder Train *With mouthful*: You see, I just wanted to come here and clear something up with all of you. Jay Zero, is NEEEEEEEEEEVER coming back to ACW. Not now, not ever. You just all have to accept this.

Train takes another big bite.

Thunder Train: And this here, this is what I like to call a Hero Sub! My Hero Jay Zero! LOL OM NOM NOM

Train laughs as he finishes the rest of it.

Thunder Train: COME ON DOWN TO THE RESTAURANT BABY! I CAN EAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO EAT! YOU CAN CHOKE IF YOU EAT TOO QUICKLY! I CAN WATCH MYSELF ON TV WHOA YEAH!

Train clicks on a remote which turns on a television screen and shows a Thunder Train match. Train laughs and laughs as he eats.

Thunder Train: Oh and I'll tell you another thing, if Jay Zero ever comes back to ACW, I'll be waiting for him. I'll be waiting to kick his ass! He'll come back just to be kicked out again! HAHAHAHAHAH! And that goes double for BK London! I ain't afraid of those chumps and I will kick their asses when I see them. And you can bank on that.

Train turns up the television and laughs and laughs. Admit it to everyone in the chat, you thought it was actually Zero come on don't be embarrassed. I did too, even though I wrote it. I scared myself at how good of a job I did with him. Then again, Zero is a fairly easy character to write. Oh and before you go "No I knew it was Train" YOU ARE A LIAR! Don't you ever think that!

Fade...

Credit really goes to Train!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

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ACW Entertainment Challenge II.

Chris Phenomenal
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The camera focuses back in on the ring as Chris Phenomenal and Kermit the frog are sitting by when all of the sudden Chris’ phone goes off.

Chris Phenomenal: Yep.

silence.

Chris Phenomenal: Damnit Ashton, these people paid good money to see you.

silence

Chris Phenomenal: What do you mean they can‘t see you wrestling a midget?

Theres silence for a brief moment before Chris takes his I-Phone from his ear and takes a look at the screen.

Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, I don‘t think we can show that on the air.

Silence

Chris Phenomenal: Alright, then. I better see ya ass on Thursday though.

With that Chris hangs up the phone and grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones.

Chris Phenomenal: Well ladies and gentleman, that was Ashton Kutcher on the phone, and he’s assured me he is wrestling a midget, something I just saw with my own two eyes. Due to the repercussions if Demi saw this, as well as it not being fit for television, Ashton Kutchers midget wrestling performance will not be shown to the live audience.

The crowd boo as Chris looks on.

Chris Phenomenal: I do apologize for this, now we haven‘t seen either Yuki Satoshi (understandably so) Andrew Black or Mickey so with the main event coming up next, they better come out here and wrestle a fucking midget or else they will forfeit and not earn any points for this evening so…

GOING ONCE…

GOING TWICE…


GONE!

The crowd boos the fact that Flamingo, Yuki and Andrew Black are not competing tonight and Chris encourages them on.

Chris Phenomenal: I would now ask you to direct your attention to the alphatron for the updated standings.

Name	Andrew Black	VorteX	Yuki Satoshi	Mickey Flamingo	Ashton Kutcher
Pie Eating Contest	3	5	0	0	1
Midget Wrestling	0	5	3	0	1
	-	-	-	-	-
	-	-	-	-	-

Chris Phenomenal: Ashton Kutcher earns one point because he did technically wrestle a midget, Yuki Satoshi earns three points because I’m afraid once she finds Yoko she’ll kill me if I don’t and tonight’s winner earns five, VorteX!!!! Now I ask you all to tune on in Thursday as we follow each of the competitors on a blind date. Until then, sayonara.

With that Chris Phenomenal and Kermit begin to walk up the stage, Simply Phenomenal playing as the camera cuts to Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: ACW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS MATCH
Jake Steele(c) vs. Hollywood Mach (Credit: Steele)

After months of trash talk, brawls, and games of one gunmanship amongst each other, two men walk into their final match between the two. Tables, Ladders, and Chairs spread out around the ring and through the arena, with the loser finding out the truest meaning of victory. One man walks out with a championship, the other walks out with nothing. The Omega Effect spot is on the line, and only one can be the true champion walking into ACW’s biggest event of the year. We cut to Phillip Jones in the ring to announce the competitors.

Phillip: The following contest is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match and it is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship!

OoOoOoOoO YEAHHH!

“Macho Remix” bumps through the speakers inside of the ACW arena, as the fans begin to rise, showing their disappreciation for the man known only as Hollywood Mach. Making his way through the curtain, Mach points to the crowd and then to waist, signifying that he plans on becoming champion after tonight. As always Mach is confident in his own abilities, and as he does a point to the air and a spin, he lets out an infamous “OooOoOoOoO YEAH!” which actually gets a pop from some of the diehard fans. Mach steps around a ladder centered on the ramp way, as he climbs up on the apron, and he then climbs the turnbuckle, motioning for the World Title a second time. He then steps off and hands his pre-match gear off to the referee for this matchup, Ray Allen Fleming, who hands them off to the nearest worker. Mach awaits in the ring for his opponent, Jake Steele, as his music fades out.

MONEY

MONEY

MONEY

MONEY

CAKE!

“Cake“ by Lloyd Banks "Cake" by Lloyd Banks hits the PA System and the fans leap to their feet in approval. Jake Steele makes his way out from the back with Misono Matheson at his side and no title over his shoulder, with it already being hung up over 20. ft in the air. Steele and Misono go down the ramp and hype up the crowd before Steele leans over into her ear and begins pointing towards the backstage, while whispering to her. Steele then plants a kiss on her lips as she looks somewhat sad that she can’t watch the match up close. After she leaves, Steele climbs up one of the ladders and he sits on top of it to an awesome pop from the crowd, while Steele keeps his eyes glued on Hollywood Mach. After a few moments sitting on top of the ladder, Steele climbs down, entering the ring and mounting the turnbuckles, flashing his chain for everyone to see. He turns to face Mach and hops down on the canvas. The music fades as Phillip announces them formally.

Phillip: Introducing first to my left, the challenger. Hailing from Yellowknife, NT, Canada… Hollywood Mach!

Hollywood Mach taunts some as the crowd boos him to high heaven.

Phillip: Introducing to my right, he is the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, and he hails from Brooklyn, New York… Jake Steele!

Major pop from all of the Steelers fans in attendance, Steele throws up an arm and shows his appreciation back for the fans, though his eyes stay focused on Hollywood Mach. RAF calls for this match-up to begin.

Bell Rings.

As the bell tolls through the arena for everyone to hear, Jake Steele and Hollywood Mach begin to walk towards each other where they meet in the center of the ring, trash talking each other up as they point to the belt above, both claiming it’ll be their own by nights end. Mach shows extra confidence for himself tonight, stepping back then leaning in and telling Steele to punch him right on his chin. Steele looks confused for a moment, wondering what the hell Mach is doing, as he closes his eyes and begs to be hit square in the face. After a few seconds of this, Mach sees Steele not budging and he snickers to himself, stepping back some more before he slaps Steele in right his face. The champion recoils without hesitation, balling his fist up and throwing hard rights up against the side of Mach’s head, staggering him towards the ropes some. Mach though eventually gets back to his groove, and after a missed right hand, he responds with hard punches of his own, which in return staggers the champion. The shots really begin to set in, as now Mach has Steele backed up onto the ropes. Mach feels the energy rise in his body, and he charges full force with a clothesline, but in the nick of time Steele drops down and pulls the ropes, sending Mach over and out on the mat… well not quite. Mach just lands on the apron, avoiding a crash and burn on his part. Steele rolls away and stands to his feet, noticing that another opportunity has arose in his favor. He dashes towards to the ropes and just as Mach gets himself back up on the apron, Steele connects with a brutal looking Bakatare Sliding Kick which trips Mach up and causes him to land back-of-head first on the apron, sliding off and falling to the mat padding thereafter.

Jake Steele stands to his feet and watches Mach hold the back of his head, dazed from the kick and the landing, while trying to get back up, which brings Steele to exit the ring and place himself nearby the barricade. Mach uses the rungs of one of the ladders close to him to pull himself up and shake off the cobwebs, not noticing what is about to occur. As he rests his back up against the ladder he starts to wonder why Steele has gone from the ring, but that wonder doesn’t last much longer as Steele sprints from the barricade and connects with the Bigger Boot!

Mach lies on the mat, staring up at the ceiling while Steele folds the ladder up and is about to slide it into the ring - but another idea creeps into his head. He slides the ladder back out, and with Mach still on the ground, Steele lifts the ladder above his head and drops it over the stomach of Hollywood Mach two or three times. Steele then picks the ladder back up off of Mach, and he slides it into the ring, following right behind it. He places the ladder in the middle of the ring and sets it up right under the championship. Looking to end this early, Steele climbs up the rungs as fast as his feet will take him. Though a mistake is made on the part of the champion, and that is the mistake of believing Mach was down for the count in such early stages of the match. Having made it back to his feet in due time despite the growing pain, Hollywood Mach slides back into the ring and starts to climb up behind Steele, elbowing him in the back just as the champions fingers were on his prized gold. Steele feels the effects of the elbows thrusting into his spinal column, which halts him in his tracks. Mach thus begins to yank on the leg of Steele, which causes the champ to slip down a rung or two. Mach hops off of the ladder, and he rolls out of the ring, picking up a steel chair that is placed against the barricade. Mach slides back in with it in hand, and no concern for Steele’s health even crossing his mind, Mach cracks the cold, steel over the back of Steele, causing him to slide down even more on the rungs. Mach picks the chair back up, and he slams it across his back once again, now causing the champion to drop all the way down to the mat.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Not exactly wanting to have this end yet, and knowing the will of his war hardened opponent, Mach folds the ladder back up and places it in the corner. Once its set up just right, Mach goes back to Steele and drags him up to his feet, bringing him to the ladder. Mach gets in the face of Steele, trash talking him a bit more, right before he slams the champ face first into the ladder. Mach faintly continues to smash the champs face against the rungs, before he pulls him down onto his back and pushes the ladder to the side so that it rests near the apron. With him down, Mach grabs the chair from a few moments ago and he places it on top of Steele, before Mach begins to climb the top rope. As he screams out something not audible the crowd begins to stand up for what they assume is coming up next.

Mach ascends the ropes fully, and he stands up on them, pointing down at the dazed and somewhat battered Jake Steele. He takes a breath to himself, bracing for impact as he leaps off with a very elevated Diving Elbow Drop - and right before he can land, Jake Steele shimmies from under the chair at the exact second Mach made impact with the chair, rolling to the side and stopping himself from being taken out of this match, while also letting Mach feel the pain of his backfired elbow drop. Reeling from all of the pain, Mach slides from left to right while holding his back and elbow, hopping around the ring like a fish out of water. While he does that, Steele takes this ever so important time and rolls out of the ring, resting up against the ramp as the crowd chants his name.

“JAKE STEELE”

“JAKE STEELE”

“JAKE STEELE”

Steele feeds off of the crowds momentum, and with that tied into his own can only make him more determined to win. He finds the third element of this match which has yet to be brought into play - the wooden table. He takes it from up against the barricade and he begins to set it up right outside of the ring. Steele keeps the legs undone, while he balances the table on the edge of the ring, and the edge of the crowd barricade. Once he’s sure it’s properly in place, he finds another table on the other part of the barricade and slides that one into the ring. All the while Mach starts to get back to his feet, keeping one hand on his back while he rises and continues to go after Steele. Mach tries to grab Steele and pull him up from inside of the ring, but Steele avoids it instead catching hold of Mach’s legs and pulling him out to the outside with him. No soon as Mach and Steele are toe to toe once again, the two continue to brawl amongst each other. Steele begins throwing rights and lefts to the body of Mach, channeling Mike Tyson with his hard hitting boxing strikes to the midsection. While Mach does his best to “bob and weave”, he still feels the effects of that elbow drop, as he throws a punch but it is ducked by the champ. The body blows which landed look like they have caused damage, which leads Steele to throw Mach up against the table. Adding more fire to the flame, Steele punches Mach one or two more times, before pulling Mach off of the table and launching him into the steel steps with an irish whip.

The top step slides off once Mach crashes into them, that same elbow from earlier having been the first body part to receive the brunt of the impact. Mach tries to rest on the steps, but the persistent Jake Steele wants to be one hundred percent sure that Mach won’t be getting up once he decides to climb back up the ladder.

Steele takes a few steps around the ring and he finds what is he looking for right out in the open - that being another steel chair. Steele picks the chair up by one of its legs, and he then stands over Hollywood Mach. In true Edge fashion, he raises the chair over his head, but then he stops. He looks down at the body of Hollywood Mach, and he starts to lower the chair down to his side. Even though the blood thirsty crowd wants nothing more than for Jake Steele to end this feud with Mach once and for all, maybe Steele doesn’t feel he should be doing it this way. With his free hand, Steele picks up Mach and leans him up against the ringpost, to which Steele heads back for the ring - or you would think. Instead, Steele comes swinging back with the chair, intentions to crush in Mach’s skull. Though the instinct built over the five years Mach has competed steps into full force, as he drops under the chairshot, causing it to bounce off of the post and plant Steele right in his face. As Steele drops the chair and covers his face, checking if there is any blood, he begins to stumble around. Unaware of his surroundings, he stops at the table and leans over it, continuing to make sure if any blood is dripping from his forehead. He sees there is none, and all seems to be well for the champ. But of course, everything isn’t always what it seems. Mach finds this as his chance to breakthrough in the match, walking up to Steele and pulling him around to face him. Mach strikes Steele back with some Overhand Punches, before throwing him up on the apron. Mach watches his step with the table right near them so that he won’t fall, and he takes Steele up, making sure he keeps him right where he wants him as he connects with more punches to the facial area. Mach looks over at the table set up next to him and Steele, and after he throws his head under the arm of Steele, the people begin to get back on their feet, fully intrigued by what may occur next. Mach looks at all of the people, and he can’t help but smile. Feeling it completely now, he jumps off the apron with Steele in his grasp, as both men crash through the table by the force of the Rock Bottom!

“HOLY SHIT”

“HOLY SHIT”

“HOLY SHIT”

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

In a heap down in the tables, Hollywood Mach and Jake Steele lie motionless. RAF hops out of the ring and checks on both of them, seemingly the only one left who still cares about the condition of these two competitors, as everyone else in the crowd is off their rocker from the crash and fall. RAF continues to make sure everything is fine, and he is assured that breath still flows within the lungs of Mach, who clutches the official shirt and he tries his best to drag himself up to his own two. RAF helps him to stand, and asks him if he wants to continue to which Mach only nods and pushes RAF to the side. Mach slowly slides into the ring, having to stop and take another breath just as he enters. He eventually gets up off of his back, albeit with some stumbling around involved. Mach makes his way over to the ladder he placed near the ropes before, picking it back up and moving it to the center of the ring.

Mach very, very slowly begins to ascend up the steps of the ladder, pulling himself up closer to the prized possession he has claimed he would have, ever since his return all of those months ago. It’s a championship he has held twice before, but to know that becoming a third time champion means stopping Jake Steele from main eventing the biggest show of the year only motivates Mach beyond his limits, whether they have been reached tonight or not.

In the middle of the ladder, Mach has to take a breath, looking out into the crowd as the jeers begin to rise within them. Mach wipes some sweat from off of his brow, and a sly smirk starts to form over his mouth, as he takes another step up the ladder. At this point he knows he has this match and the title in the bag, which is why he lets the moment soak in with each step. He focuses his eyes on the silver glow of the championship belt, unfamiliar to this design but not caring because he knows either way it will mean that he has finally reached the top of that mountain once more. Ever since his return he’s claimed he would get it, and ever since Jake Steele has become champion he has vowed to be the man who takes the title from him. The journey for Mach is complete it would seem, all he needs to do now is grab that championship. Inches away from it, he manages to reach that final rung. He tries to catch hold of the hook but his hand slips and he quickly catches himself from falling. He tries it again, now catching the hook and the belt. He begins to un-strap the belt, and he almost has it down -

- or maybe not. On the outside of the ring, RAF scrambles to help the champion, Jake Steele up to his feet and once he makes it back up, he ignores the warning RAF brings for his own well being, picking up the nearest chair he can find and throwing it into the ring. He slides in after, and as he does, Mach tries to figure out if he should go for the belt, or try to make his way back down before Steele can get to him. He opts for the title, placing his palms around the hook and trying to pull it down, but having been stopped by Jake Steele, who pushes the ladder right out from under him. Mach doesn’t fall though, he grips onto the championship and tries his best to pull it down while swinging, but here is where that chair becomes utilized. Steele picks up the chair, and he hurls it at Mach. The impact of the chair causes Mach to lose half of his grip, now dangling from the hook with one hand. Steele looks somewhat surprised that that didn’t get him down, but it didn’t discourage him at all. Because he picks that chair right back up and he hurls it at Mach once more, this time with it doing the trick as Mach can no longer hold onto the belt and he stops swinging, instead beginning his fall to the canvas. He crashes and Steele drops to his knees, wiping off some of the blood that had begun to drip from his forehead following the chairshot and Rock Bottom combo. He looks at Mach crumpled up on the mat and he then he looks up at his championship, smiling. Knowing that he very well will have this match won once he sets everything up. Steele lets the moment set in for only a minute, as he stands back up. Before he heads over to ladder, he first makes sure Mach is centered in the ring, dragging him to the middle of it. Once he’s right where he wants him, he takes the ladder and moves it to the center of the ring as well, putting it directly over the body of Hollywood.

He begins to ascend the ladder, at a much faster pace than Mach a few moments ago. In a few seconds, he reaches the belt and before he pulls it down he screams out “Omega Effect!” to which the fans highly approve of the idea. Steele puts both hands on the belt, and when he tries to pull it down - he feels shaking underneath him. He pauses, looking down to see Mach struggling to move around, and get from under the ladder. He uses the natural strength he possesses and eventually pushes the ladder from under him, sending Jake Steele flying off onto the ropes balls first.

As Steele clutches the top rope and lets out a sigh of pain, Mach pulls the ladder back upwards. It barely is under the belt, which still has some swinging effect to it. Mach vies to climb it, but he sees Steele take himself off of the ropes and make it back into the ring. Mach sprints forward with a running lariat, but Steele drops under it, spins back around and kicks Mach in the gut, placing his head under the arm of Mach as he sets up for the Boomerang. He lifts Mach up into the air, but Mach spins out of the move and lands on his feet safely. He then spins Steele around, and scoops him up to attempt the Macho Slam, but Steele elbows the mess out of his head and neck area, landing on his feet as well. After both of their finishing attempts fail, they resort to a very Japanese styled duel with chops. They both engage in duel consistent chops with the other, hitting each other in the chest area at the same exact time, in rapid succession. There has to be pain arising in both of their bodies, but neither cares. One of them has to go down, and that much is obvious. Whoever obtains the true upper hand in this contest will be the one who climbs the ladder and claims the top prize in ACW as their own, but neither man is letting up. Chops stream through the air, making impact and increasing the red on both Steele and Mach’s bodies. It seems that this will go on forever, but Mach’s will proves stronger as he begins to gain the upper hand. Pressing Steele back up against the ropes, Mach slaps a few more chops on before he irish whips Steele across the ring, he catches Steele and lifts him right back into the air, grappling his neck in a choke slam position, attempting the Macho Slam for the second time tonight. He gets Steele up into the air and he sends him crashing down to the mat. Alls well that ends well it would seem for the Macho One. It should be over. All he needs to do is pin. It’s just too bad that in the process of sending Steele to the mat, he was also brought down to the mat. In the heat of the moment, the move was reversed as Steele caught the arm and wrapped his arms around the neck of Hollywood Mach. And incase you don’t know what that means, Jake Steele has successfully locked in the Three-38.

Hollywood Mach is trapped in what could be seen as his own move, obvious that this was once built upon the Macho Facelock. Macho tries to escape it, maneuvering around the ring, trying to find the nearest rope, though even that wouldn’t help him in this match. Steele pulls as hard as he can on the hold, to the point where Mach look as if he can barely breathe. Moments pass, and soon enough Mach slips out of consciousness, losing all awareness of his surroundings or even where he currently is. Jake Steele doesn’t care, he keeps the hold locked on for a minute more, before RAF tells him to back off and let it be. He has this won, that much is obvious, but deep down inside Steele wants to make sure, he wants to know this is over and Macho out cold, Steele unlocks the hold. He stands up over Mach and as RAF pushes him back, he turns to the ladder. He climbs it with no rush, no hurry, only confidence running through his veins. Eventually he reaches the belt, and he unhooks it, the championship falling into his hands as he clutches it to his body and raises it into the air, the bell ringing in the process.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner… and STILL ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JAKE STEELE!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“Cake” by Lloyd Banks sounds off throughout the arena, it has become evident that Jake Steele has done it once again. Not only has he retained his championship, but he has defeated another veteran and nemesis of his decisively. Despite the doubters who thought Hollywood Mach would be the one to take his title away, Jake Steele has proved one more time why he holds the top prize in the business. He stands at the top of the ladder, almost symbolic of where he resides now in the rankings of Alpha Championship Wrestling, at the top of the mountain. The World Heavyweight Championship stays high in his hand, as the champion yells out to the crowd and beats on his chest, showing he is one of the toughest around. He begins to descend from the ladder, every step he takes bringing him closer and closer to the realization… he’s done it. With no doubt on anybodies mind, it is more than official. Jake Steele is going to Omega Effect V not only in the Main Event, but as World Champion.

He reaches the canvas, and for a second time he raises his championship above his own head to another massive pop. Steele walks over to one of the corners, and mounts the turnbuckle as he receives cheers through the roof, everyone who is a true fan cheering his name on. He beats on his chest, pointing to the fans throughout the arena, letting them know that they got him where he stands now. Steele steps down from one turnbuckle and he wastes no time mounting the next one, continuing to play to the crowd, pointing to them as he raises his title above his head.

While the celebration continues on one side of the ring, on the other hand there is a different story. The final chance for Hollywood Mach to reclaim his glory. He fought like a true warrior, and no matter what the fans believed about him he deserves a standing ovation for his performance here tonight. And believe or not, as RAF helps him up to his feet, he receives just that.

Jake Steele sees and hears the ovation, prompting him to step down off of the turnbuckle and come face to face with one of his biggest enemies. RAF tries to hold onto Mach, knowing he could fall back down at any moment, but Mach insist on letting him stand alone. RAF reluctantly obliges to the demands, and the two stare off for what could be the final time ever. Mach looks down at the title placed in Steele’s hands, and he nods to him, showing he does indeed have respect for what he has done tonight. Steele responds with a nod of his own, gently slapping Mach in the chest before he turns away from him and heads over to another turnbuckle, mounting it as Mach turns to RAF and puts his shoulder around the senior referee, beginning to walk to towards the exit of the ring.

Jake Steele hops off of the turnbuckle and he looks down in the corner, he sees a chair placed under his feet and he stares at it… picking it up and staring at it for a moment. He then glances over at his championship belt. There is almost a choice to be made for him, and as he slowly puts down his belt it seems the choice has been made.

Mach looks to the side and he catches Steele with the chair in his hand, beginning to turn around which prompts Mach to push RAF to the side and try his best to defend himself for whatever may be next - but he’s too late, to weakened for his reflexes to respond fast enough and the chair bounces off of his skull.

CRACK!

The chair not only knocks Mach out, but it catches RAF as well, leaving two men out cold. A few of the fans are caught by surprise, thinking this was over but alas it’s not. Jake Steele stands looking down at the both of them, his eyes colder than only a few moments ago. With the chair placed tightly in the palm of his hand, he looks up to the skylights and for whatever reason the steel cage begins to lower over the ring. Jake Steele paces around the ring as it lowers, while keeping the chair in his hand. Those in the crowd watch on with confusion, not sure what to make of this, and surely everyone else watching this on their screens sit confused as well. Jake Steele watches the cage lock in with the ring, and it gives him the signal he was looking for. As everyone else is locked out, he walks over to Mach and pulls him up to his feet, holding onto the back of his head as he rams him into the steel!

Mach’s skull bounces off of the steel, but our honorable champion doesn’t let him drop back down in defeat. No. Instead he positions him back up and he stands him up against the cage. Steele walks off for a second, staring down at the chair he still holds in his hand with a thought. His thoughts are expressed to the world as he swings the chair and connects it to the face of Mach, which causes Hollywood to crash to his knees then drop to the mat. Steele raises the chair above his head, and with no surprise the pop he received earlier has died down… though it’s still very prominent.

But for how long will that exactly last? Well, we’re about to find out. As Jake Steele leans over Mach, turning him around he slaps him in his face. Letting everyone know his hate for Mach still persist within him clearly, he puts the chair down next to Mach’s arm. He grabs hold tight of his arm and holds it up, as he picks the chair back up and squeezes Mach’s arm into the opening. Everyone sits back, mouths agape, some intrigued, and some horrified even with the thought of what may happen next. Those in the back have to be praying that this just ends now, especially Gingerdude. And luckily for them… it is.

SNAAAP!

Under the pressure of the chair, and the feet of Jake Steele, Randy Dallas Kanyon’s arm snaps and without it needed to be said, things have gone too far. Quite possibly, Chairman Gingerdude has just been notified of this situation, as the cage begins to rise up. Jake Steele walks over to the corner and drops the chair, now picking his championship back and throwing it over his shoulder. He leaves RDK to scream out from the pain, referees and the EMT’s now running out to remove the chair from his arm and try their best to help him, though it’s obvious that the bone in his arm has been cracked. Jake Steele exits through the crowd, making his way up through the confused fans, and up the stairs, not looking at anyone of them as he does so.

Though to the surprise of everyone, Thunderkiss comes dashing out from the backstage area, sliding into the ring to check on Macho Man RDK. While they weren’t the best of friends, at one point they had the most respect for each other that two men of their caliber could possible have. Thunderkiss helps the EMT’s and referees put RDK onto a stretcher, and he looks just as surprised as anyone else once the man he once considered as a idol to him is carried away in one of the lowest forms to be taken out.

The anger on Thunderkiss’ face boils, as he looks behind and up into the crowd, where Jake Steele made his exit. He knows now what his opponent for Omega Effect is willing to do when it comes to staying World Champion, and he knows now where he has to go… to take it from him.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Closing Segment: Fade to Black
(Credit: Senator)

As the fans start to pack up after the main event, the Alphatron flashes over to Chairman Gingerdude’s office, presumably having been tipped off that something big is about to go down. The audience seems a bit let down, and starts to file out as they notice nothing more than the Chairman sitting at his desk, watching the live feed, with an annoyed look on his dour face. Ginger nearly barks out an order to cut the show off, when the door opens to his office, and in walks Senator Steve Phillips.

The Senator: Sorry to keep you waiting, and the show running, but this is a matter of prime importance.

Gingerdude: Phillips, this had better be good. I am not in the mood to have the network cut us off, and blame me for wasting their valuable advertising time.

Senator: Well, I can understand the need to placate the people who bring us our revenue…but I have an idea that might indeed bring you even more.

Gingerdude: Couldn’t this wait? This is hardly a good time to speak of finances, at least let me cut off this live…

Senator: No! This is the perfect time! You see…we have the largest event of the year coming up, and while the pieces are falling into place, there is one major problem that needs to be addressed. And if I do say so myself, I might have just the solution that you are looking for…

---(Right as the Senator finishes his sentence, the network cuts the feed off, going directly to the syndicated broadcast scheduled to follow ACW Warfare in most major markets. What exactly was the proposition that the Senator offered? Will our Chairman accept it? Will ACW ever be the same, ever again? Tune in for Thursday Night Meltdown, and find out all these questions, and more!)---

Fade (or rather cut) to Black.

End of Show.