Monday Night Warfare 8th June 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Entertainment Cup: Revisited (Credit: Chris P)

The scene opens back up with Chris Phenomenal emerging back on the top of the entrance ramp.

Chris Phenomenal: Well that’s everyone who decided to show up for tonight’s event, kind of a lacklustre showing but what can you do when you’re forced into doin’ something like this. With no one able to achieve their objective tonight, our standings are as follows.

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
Blind Date	3	5	1	0	0
Scavenger Hunt	0	0	0	0	0

Chris Phenomenal: With that, we can now determine the order of our gauntlet match on Thursday. First it will be Mickey Flamingo and Yuki Satoshi, then Andrew Black, then VorteX with the winner earning the Entertainment Cup as well as earning the right to face me at Omega Effect V. So everyone, bring you’re A-Game on Thursday, and best of luck.

With that “Tha Real CP” begins to play as Chris Phenomenal retreats to the back.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

"Technological Love"
Credit: Danny Mainer

Sat on the couch watching How I Met your Mother is Danny Mainer ever so bored out of his mind as Ray sits next to him prattling away suspiciously on a laptop, an act that goes unnoticed by Mainer who is too much enchanted by the adventures of Barney Stinson and his friends. He sighs a heavy sigh.

Danny Mainer: "I'm so bored."

Raymond King: "Welcome to my lifetime."

Danny Mainer: "Oh fuck you, working with one of the hottest prospects in wrestling is a bad thing?"

Raymond King: "Not if you're his psychiatrist."

Danny Mainer: "Surely that'd be interesting listening to me and trying to work out the cause of roid-rage though right?"

Raymond King: "Uhh, no? When'd you start juicing?"

Danny Mainer: "I don't, it was an example."

Raymond King: "Oh, well beyond all the narcisissm problems, your occasional drug taking, esteem sinks, and other shit like that the paperwork is unbelievable."

Danny Mainer: "Stop your bitching."

Raymond King: "The pay is good at least, say Mainer your profile is done."

Confusion strikes, Mainer kinda' looks up at Ray with raised eyebrows having drawn himself away from the TV.

Danny Mainer: "Profile for what?"

Raymond King: "I've done you a profile for Love-Meet.com. So you can meet chicks on the inter-"

Danny Mainer: "WHAT?!"

Raymond King: "Oh come on, you need a woman..."

Danny Mainer: "So you're going to set me up with some fucking weirdo stranger girl who gets off to 2girls1cup?"

Raymond twists the laptop around to show a picture of someone who's already replied to his profile. A large picture is displayed of a hot young girl dressed in a gothic wedding dress with black eyes and black lips, thought it is a black and white picture.

Danny Mainer: "Who is she?"

Raymond King: "She calls herself Drusilla LeBlanc and"

Disgust. Sheer and utter disgust causes Danny to interrupt his match-making psychiatrist.

Danny Mainer: "She's a French prostitute-"

Raymond King: "She's a Vegas drama student looking for a shy, bookish kind of guy who will listen to her. Or a loud asshole who won't listen to her."

Danny Mainer: "No."

Raymond King: "Oh come on man, at least arrange to meet her or something. I mean you're trying to sort things out with your family so you'll be spending time in Vegas."

Danny Mainer: "No, take my profile down."

Raymond King: "But-"

Danny Mainer: "NOW."

Raymond King: "She's into whips and chains, submissive..."

Raymond starts to head to the profile closing options as that one statement makes Danny perks up his ears. With a devilish grin he casually, nonchalantly mutters.

Danny Mainer: "How old did you say she was?"

Raymond King: "I didn't. But she is a Theatre Studies student, I'd say twenty threeish."

Danny Mainer: "GIVE HER MY NUMBER!"

With that said, Raymond chuckles and begins to take out an elaborate and romantic reply to this estranged artistic girl. Only a matter of time before something intense happens.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Purgatory, Part 2 (Credit: AK/Freeman)

Time has ceased to exist for Jason Freeman. Trapped, without the ability to move or take any meaningful action for himself, he is exposed to the worst that his own brain can throw at him. Bad decisions, past regrets, and mistakes made; they line up to parade through his chain of thought. He tries to clear them, to think of happier times, or to plot how he will strike back for his current predicament; but for all the silence in the air around him, his inner voices will not be quiet. His mouth is dry, and a nostril has started to itch – the sheer insignificance of the source of his discomfort only serves to magnify the unpleasantness of the sensation. Freeman wonders, fleetingly, if this is what Hell actually means – to be locked, helpless, into infinity with only our own accrued mental baggage for company...

The sound of the door opening is not loud; the hinges must have been oiled. But it is like a thunderclap in the overwhelming quietness, and Freeman simultaneously springs to a state of full alertness, whilst also experiencing a wave of relief. He strains to listen to the sound of footsteps crossing the threshold and entering the space, and then the door closing behind.

A couple more steps, and the sounds stop. She’s right behind him; her perfume, though not heavy, is carried to him by the new movement in the otherwise still air. He waits for her to speak, but all he can hear is her soft breathing. Slow. Calm. What does that mean?

Freeman: Well, then...so you've decided to show up. Not exactly liking the waiting room.

She doesn’t respond. Instead, he hears her walk to the left, and he sees a hand place a small black case on the wheeled metal table. She does not walk around in front of him; instead she changes direction, and crosses behind him to the opposite wall. There is a new sound; running water. There must be a sink of some kind in the corner.

Freeman: Well, what do you think YOU'RE doing?

He sounds as confident as ever, yet under that there seems to be uncertainty...because whatever is about to happen to him, it most likely is not going to be good. There is a ruffling sound – perhaps a towel or cloth. Freeman’s itching nostril decides to return with a vengeance, causing its owner to wrinkle up his nose and brow in a fruitless attempt to get some relief. Such is the all-consuming nature of the sensation that Freeman doesn’t see Alicia for a split second; equally, Alicia is not expecting to see Freeman pulling such a strange face. What should by rights have been a meaningful locking of gazes instead takes on a much more surreal hue.

Alicia: What on earth...?

Freeman: My nose...itching...

Alicia frowns for a second, and then understands.

Alicia: Oh! I get it. Hold on one sec, I have just the thing.

She pops open the small black case; a chill runs down Freeman’s spine, as he tries and fails to catch a glimpse of the contents. Alicia fishes about, and then pulls out... a cotton bud.

Alicia: Bingo! Which one is it?

Freeman: Right side

Taking care, Alicia uses the soft end of the cotton bud to rub the inside of Freeman’s nostril.

Freeman: Little higher...aaah...I needed that.

Freeman visibly relaxes as the tormenting nerve is calmed. He continues to remain casual, not wanting to seem intimidated at all. And he's doing a very good job of it if his confidence is merely an act. Alicia takes the cotton bud out, and wraps it in a piece of tissue before dropping it back into her case. She pauses, and smiles a little.

Alicia: Trust you to defuse all the dramatic tension I’d been cultivating.

His immediate predicament resolved, Freeman is able to take a proper look at his captor. There’s no doubting Alicia looks very different; her hair is close-cropped to her head, with just a small parted fringe to the front. It’s not going to win any beauty awards, but then she’s fortunate to have anything left of her previous glossy locks. Freeman’s gazing at his handiwork serves to remind Alicia of her own plan of action, and her expression grows more serious.

Alicia: All right. Now that I don’t have to put up with you gurning at me like Kenneth Williams on acid, you and I have some matters to attend to. And this time, Jason, I’m not taking any chances. You’ve proved conclusively that your word means less than nothing, hence these particular arrangements.

She starts to walk slowly back and forth in front of Freeman.

Alicia: So, you’ve made your decision as to what step you and I shall move to on the dancefloor at Omega Effect. You went to considerable lengths to obtain not only a match with me, but to engineer things so that you would also get to choose the stipulation. That’s some clever thinking there; I’m fairly sure you knew that Victor would demand something violent such as a street fight, and that you also deduced that I would seek to give you as far to fall from grace as possible, by putting the stipulation choice for our match into your hands. I’ll freely admit it, I do like to give people just enough rope to hang themselves with, metaphorically speaking.

Freeman watches her, saving his breath, taking in information. Alicia can almost see the cogs turning underneath his placid expression.

Alicia: We all waited for you to reveal your masterplan to catapult you to the top ranks of ACW. We shouted at one another and beat our chests, as is customary. And then, when you’d got everyone hanging on the edge of their seats... you declare that this epic encounter shall take the form of - wait for it – a standard singles match. I’ll be honest - that wasn’t what I was expecting. Do you know why?

Freeman: Well, I didn't expect you to. One can't be too predictable can they? There's nothing better than to defeat an ACW legend such as yourself cleanly in a singles contest. I'm going to outwrestle you, AK.

Alicia nods.

Alicia: Very impressive, Jason. I can’t fault your reasoning. Except that there’s one tiny little detail which somehow you seem to have overlooked.

Freeman smirks.

Freeman: And what’s that? Do tell.

Alicia stops pacing.

Alicia: It’s quite simple, Freeman, fundamental in fact. If you know me as well as you claim, you would certainly understand that I love wrestling for the competitive aspect, and for the emotions it creates in our audience. There is nothing I relish more than the thought of a clean, straightforward wrestling match against a massively talented opponent. In short, if a singles match was what you wanted, why the HELL couldn’t you just ask me directly? It would have been the simplest thing in the world, and I’d have jumped at the chance. I realise you were frustrated after Fallen Heroes, and wanted a way to make your mark - I can fully respect that. What I can’t respect is the way in which you’ve systematically gone about torturing my family and I.

She steps forward, leaning close to Freeman.

Alicia: So I want the truth from you, Freeman. Something hasn’t added up this entire time, and you owe me an explanation. We’re not leaving this room until I get one... so start talking.

Alicia folds her arms, and gazes coolly at her Omega Effect opponent. Freeman is in no hurry; his eyes remain cold and unknowable.

Freeman: Oh, I'm sorry AK. You’re misunderstanding. We're playing by my rules, not yours. I took things into my own hand. I did things my way. I got my match, and that's all that matters. I did what I had to. I do what it takes to get what I want. I don't care what you say to me now, I did what I had to. And if that meant burning your house down, then fine. In fact, that was my favorite part. You see AK, I do want to beat you in that singles match. I do want to go out of there as a legend. I do want to slink you back into retirement. But I suppose I wanted a measure of personal revenge as well. Burning down your house was quite enjoyable, and I don't know what perished in that fire, but I can certainly hope it was something substantial. I enjoyed slamming your husband off of that ladder in our street fight. And I enjoyed every snip as I cut your beautiful hair off of your head. You see, AK, you ruined me, and I plan to do the same to you. I took some of your pride on Monday with each snip of hair that I took from you, and at Omega Effect Ill finish the job. I did things just the way I wanted to. In life, when you want something, you take it. That's what I do. I do whatever it takes to TAKE what I want.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Throughout Freeman’s tirade, Alicia’s gaze hasn’t left him. Her expression, however, has gradually shifted from a calm composure to a much darker glare. Freeman’s dismissive laugh dies in his throat as Alicia closes in on him with frightening speed, and claps one hand over his mouth whilst the other finds its way to his neck.

Alicia (quietly): I can take only so much of your bullshit, Jason. I’m afraid that if you feel the need to speak again unless I expressly ask you to, I will have to throttle you, right here and now. If you wish to test whether I’m bluffing, I invite you to continue with your foghorning. Is that clear?

Freeman decides that this is one offer he’d prefer to decline. Alicia relaxes a little and steps back, but there is still a seething look behind her hazel eyes.

Alicia: I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve heard people repeating that exact same ethos on ACW programming, Freeman. It’s so routine, such a cliché that it’s not even funny any more. Guys join. They have some matches. They do quite well; some do very well. But it never seems to be fast enough for any of them. Sooner or later, they get it into their heads that they deserve more. It’s not enough for them to put on a great show; they want gold, and recognition of a different kind. And they decide, every single FUCKING one of them, that the way to get to the top of the tree is to rip a few branches off. People start getting hurt. It’s like a third rate “gangsta” movie; if you haven’t maimed someone, or put their loved ones in fear of their health and happiness, you’re not worthy of attention.

She slaps her fist on to the metal table, making it shudder.

Alicia: And I’m not denying that it works, Freeman. I already told you that this is how all the “great names” cemented themselves. It doesn’t surprise me that you feel that you have to tow the line. But understand this, son – you are just as much of a sheep as every eight-year-old who cheers for the guy who swears at every third word, because they think that’s how tough guys act. You’re a clone, a carbon copy. You spend all your time telling everyone that you want to be a legend, and yet all you’re going to prove by acting this way is that there’s not one original thought in your head. The worst part is, I believe you’re easily smart enough to know this. I’ve watched enough of your matches to have seen that look when you’ve let your mask slip, just for a second. There’s another option... but you’re too much of a coward to take it!

Freeman flushes red; Alicia has touched a nerve. But he holds his tongue, just barely.

Alicia: Yes, I said it, Jason. I understand now why you went to such lengths to accuse me of acting out of line, of not following the script. Everything you have done has been an act, a costume to convince yourselves and others that you’re in step with the “way things should be”. But that’s not what part of you wants. I think you’re torn up inside. It’s not simply status you’re looking for. You want something that’s far, far harder to obtain... integrity.

She watches him for any sign of a reaction. It’s impossible to tell if she sees what she is seeking, but she nods slightly.

Alicia: You’re an intelligent young man, Freeman. I think you’re also easily hurt, emotionally speaking. But that comes with a flipside, a kind of empathy that you don’t really know what to do with. And you love this business; there’s no way you’d have persevered, endured all you have gone through, if you didn’t. I think that you wish you could be brave enough to ignore everyone else, to just wrestle to a standard higher than has ever been seen in these hallowed halls. You even tried it, once; you gravitated to the Senatorial Stable, and who knows what Steve Philips might have been able to help you achieve, if you hadn’t wimped out, and betrayed him, an action which I believe started his progressive loss of faith in the better qualities of our fanbase and our roster. Part of me says I ought to horsewhip you from here to the middle of next week, solely for that.

Her eyes flash with an unspeakable hurt, but she puts it too one side.

Alicia: But I digress. I think you’re probably your own harshest critic, always looking to improve on what you do. It’s that perfectionist streak which is your downfall, isn’t it? You always imagine that, however well you perform, it won’t be good enough to capture the imagination of the fans. No, all they seem to want is blood and violence. So you’ve taken the classic way out; if you can’t beat the hordes of identikit thugs, you’ll join them, and even outdo them.

Alicia shakes her head.

Alicia: But then it started to go wrong, didn’t it? Because you picked out the one person who has actually taken the path which you both desire and fear... me. And I wouldn’t play by the “rules”; I bucked the system, as it were, and the crowd still cheered for me and heaped their derision on you. Believe me, Freeman, at first I was just as surprised at this as you were. But then, I realised something of huge importance.

She gets close to him again.

Alicia: It is possible to go against the tide of inane violence, Jason. It’s a very hard way, and not for the faint of heart. I made part of the journey, but it will take a stronger person than me to finish it. I still hold out hope that I may eventually see the day when such a man or woman arrives. I definitely want my children to see that day. But if that is ever going to happen... I can’t let you defeat me in this match of ours. Not after everything you’ve put me through, Freeman. I have to prove, one last time, that skill and determination can overcome the odds, however huge. For all I know, the person I’ve been waiting for may be in that very audience. If I lose to a man who has been found wanting, who has capitulated to the lowest common denominator... this cycle of idiocy will continue, not least in the fact that you will consider your tactics a success. So hear me now, Jason Freeman... I will face you, one on one, in that ring, and I will get the three count, or a submission from your own lips. You have nothing to fear from me in terms of your own ability to compete; everything will be completely above board.

Alicia walks around to the small black case, her back to him. Freeman’s smirk is back; he’s heard such speeches many, many times.

Freeman: Very touching...Is that it? Is my detention over now, oh wise one?

Alicia turns. The look on her face wipes the smile off of Freeman’s face in a second. It is fire and ice in one; smouldering anger, cool intent.

Alicia: Not quite yet, babe.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

She has taken something out of the case. Freeman can’t see what it is, but he hears Alicia walk over to the wall, and then the sound of a plug going into a socket.

Alicia: In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re not in the ring, and this is not a sanctioned match. You crossed a line last Monday, Freeman, and I am not inclined to let you off the hook. Al Capone famously said that you can get a lot further with a kind word and a gun than with a kind word alone...

She walks back toward him. She shows him what she is holding, and Freeman starts struggling. For the first time, perhaps since this whole episode began, he looks genuinely fearful.

Freeman: you're bluffing! You're not really gonna...!

Alicia moves to a position behind him, reaches down, and forces his jaw open. Freeman tries to bite her fingers, but she stuffs a tooth bracer into his mouth, wedging it open. Freeman tries to spit it out, but to no avail.

Alicia tests the motor on the dentist’s drill, and smiles... viciously. She runs her tongue over her top lip in anticipation.

Alicia: You’ve been demanding that I play by your “rules” this whole time, Freeman... and I know every single sadistic trick in the book, and then some which are way beyond printing. I try my best to keep my nastier urges in check, but believe me, you have brought them to the surface. So let’s play, shall we?

She revs up the motor. The sound sends a shiver thrilling up her spine.

Alicia: You’re going to need a superstar smile to go with your “legendary” status, right? And bad-ass tough guys don’t need anything as crude as anaesthetic. We all have to suffer for our art... and trust me, babe, you are going to suffer for mine tonight. I’ve already done the whole “eye for an eye” thing... so consider this the sequel.

Freeman arches his back and claws at the armrests as Alicia adjusts the angle on the overhead light, its brightness now explained. Only she sees the look in Freeman’s eyes as she makes contact with a healthy tooth... but the scream probably carries to at least the fifth circle of Hades.

Having suitably undermined the tooth, Alicia puts the drill to one side, and picks up a nastily sharp probing tool, and a pair of pliers. Freeman’s entire head is exploding in agony, and he can resist only weakly as Alicia digs in, and starts levering the molar out, little by agonising little.

Alicia: I had this tooth taken out myself a while back. Worst pain ever, even the kids weren’t as bad... ok, hold tight, I’m going to lay down some authority on this sucker!

She uses both hands on the pliers, and wrenches. Freeman’s shrieks are partly stifled by the blood starting to accumulate in his throat, and Alicia steps up her efforts.

Alicia: Come ON, you stubborn little BASTARD... come to mother.....

She hauls, foot up against the side of the chair for leverage, almost pulling Freeman’s head off his shoulders, or at least it feels like it. There is a sucking sound, and finally the tooth comes free. Alicia staggers back, and takes a look at the extraction.

Alicia: There, got the bugger! These back ones have very deep roots. Don’t worry, I’m sure this will get faster as I get more practice...

Freeman is a sickly white; he gags, his expression hollow as Alicia moves in for round two...

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Checking his watch, Reg Purcell knocks on the unmarked door, and enters. Alicia is cleaning her tools, and glances at him as he enters. Businesslike, Reg walks over to Freeman’s limp form, and produces a small pocket flashlight. He checks Freeman’s eye reflex, and satisfies himself that Freeman is out of it.

Reg: How far did he get?

Alicia: Third tooth. Bit of a geyser on that one, I think getting his own blood in his eyes pushed him over.

Reg views a small silver tray inside the case. There are four teeth on it.

Reg: Wisdom teeth, eh? Nice. Poetic, I’d call it. That dick certainly ain’t wise, that’s for sure. He goin’ to be ok?

Alicia nods.

Alicia: I’ve made sure all the bleeding has been controlled, he won’t have lost much blood. A few high-strength ibuprofen and a bit of rest, and no one will notice anything out of the ordinary.

She sighs, and puts the remaining implements back in her case.

Alicia: You and Ron, get him safely back to the drop point, if you don’t mind.

Reg: No probs. Might catch you for a drink later?

Alicia: Yes, maybe just one. Thanks again.

Reg swiftly undoes the restraints, and shoulder Freeman’s body with an unnervingly practiced style. Alicia watches him leave, and sighs again.

She wonders whether this will be enough to make Freeman seriously consider the error of his ways... but whether he does or not, she has achieved her aim.

She picks up one of the removed teeth, and the ring on her right finger glows.

Alicia: We’re all set... I just hope we don’t actually have to go through with this.

She closes the case and swiftly leaves the room, switching off the light as she does so.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

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New York‘s Finest.

Chris Phenomenal and Jake Steele:
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The scene opens up in the backstage to Jake Steele walking towards the curtain for the main event of the evening against Dave Shadow. Jake rolls his neck and looks down as he stops in place and when he looks up, he does so right into the grinning face of Chris Phenomenal.

Chris Phenomenal: Wassup.

Jake Steele looks at Chris Phenomenal, staring right up into the steely gray portion of his eye, un moved and not blinking.

Jake Steele: ...What you want.

Chris Phenomenal: Naw, I thought it would just be fun to give you fair warnin’ that even though Senator can’t touch you, I can, and you know what I can do to you when I get my hands on you.

Jake Steele: I don't know if yo memory is fucked up or not... but last time we fought, I was the one who choked you out cold.

Chris Phenomenal: I didn’t forget nothin’. I know what ya did and I really don’t care ‘bout it. I seem to remember takin’ it to your Brooklyn ass until Ging’ got his crusty old ass involved.

The two nearly come to blows but with an important match up next Steele shows some restraint, instead letting his bark bite.

Jake Steele: See, I ain't 'bout to be suckered into some petty fight with you. I have bigger things in mind for tonight. But when push comes to shove, and when you really want to get in my face - I'mma be waitin'. And when it's all over, you will be carried out on a stretcher, just like RDK, and just like Thunderkiss. You may have broken ties with both of 'em, but you can still wind up like them, and that... that's the truth!

Chris Phenomenal: Ya know what? You’re full of it, and it’s goin’ to feel awfully good to watch Senator kick your ass at Omega Effect and then watch as you get the Jay Zero treatment as everyone tells you to get the fuck out. I ain‘t scared of you, never have been, never will be. You think you‘re all that because you got gold on your shoulder, well guess what I do too. I‘m the Entertainment Champion, and soon enough, I‘ll have that title too. And ya know what? Tha‘s the truth!

Jake Steele stares at Chris Phenomenal and looks like he is about walk away but stops and turns back around.

Jake Steele: I'd advise you watch this match with Shadow next. Because I'm about to show you how real WRESTLERS compete. Maybe, just maybe it'll show you what you should be doing with that title of yours, instead of having dudes wrestle midgets and stuff pies in they faces. But with you... I doubt it.

Chris Phenomenal tries to get in a retort but alas it’s time for the main event as Jake Steele is already heading towards the curtain.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Dave Shadow vs. Jake Steele (Credit: Steele)

Match 5: Dave Shadow vs. Jake Steele (Credit: Jake Steele)

"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....

“Cake” by Lloyd Banks hits the PA System and out comes the World Heavyweight Champion, Jake Steele. The infamous lyrics and swagger of Steele no longer seem to match as well as it once did, though Steele keeps his eyes focused on the ring and his next target, Dave Shadow. He enters the ring, ignoring the growing jeers from the crowd still mixed with the silence of the people who still want to believe. He raises his championship into the air before handing it off to RAF, as he begins to stare across at Shadow.

Bell Rings

As the bell rings, Dave Shadow stares across the ring at the man who has in short, become ruthless, vicious, unforgiving. He stares across at him, and he sees in his eyes that Steele wants Shadow to end up just like his tag team partner, and friend, Thunderkiss. Steele stands in the corner staring back, a growing smirk on his face as he basically calls for Shadow to make the first move. Shadow decides to do just that, as he approaches the champion with his fist balled up and ready to strike, but he unclenches them and smacks Steele directly across the face with a slap. Steele looks down to the ring canvas and he shakes his head at the actions of Shadow, before coming back up and hitting a return slap to Shadow, followed up by a knee to the stomach area. Steele knees Shadow a second time, before he throws him to the ropes and catches him with a sharp DDT to the mat, which only garners a two count. Shadow catches Steele with a elbow to the gut as he was being picked up, showing his own new found aggresiveness which he plans to put on full display tonight in this matchup. He begins backing Jake Steele up with some speedy punches to his dome, which gets the champ backed up onto the ropes.

Shadow punches up on Steele a few more times, and once he feels the momentum he runs off to the ropes and he comes charging back with a clothesline, but Steele is far smarter than he appears. He ducks down to the canvas, and Shadow goes flying over and down to the mat below. Shadow lands hard, but he finds himself up to his feet rather quickly, to which Steele returns with a baseball slide that knocks Shadow back down a few paces. Steele keeps on the offense, bringing Shadow back up and ramming his cranium into the very familiar steel steps. Steele watches as his skull bounces off of the steel mesh, before he rolls him back into the ring. Steele follows after him, and he continues his assault, scooping Shadow back up and placing him into a Rock Bottom position. Shadow elbows out of it, and kicks Jake in the gut, as he runs across the ropes and leaps into the air with what looks to be an jumping axe handle, but the ever so smart champion dodges the move and moves to the side. Steele takes advantage by kicking Shadow in the gut, putting him back into position and completing the backbreaker. Steele hooks the leg, which brings RAF to count, but only a two count is garnered from it.

Steele doesn’t let the weakened state of Shadow go to fault, though, as he starts pounding away at the skull of one half of Zero Tolerance. Unleashing such power in his punches that you would think it is Thunderkiss himself that the champion is competing against. RAF notices the brutality of this and barges in, pushing the champ away warning him of a DQ. Steele waves it off and shoves RAF to the side, moving quickly back to Shadow. But one thing our champion fails to realize is that one, Dave Shadow is a crafty man with a hidden mean streak inside of him. Shadow puts his feet up as Steele leans over to grab him, and he pulls back of Steele’s head, monkey flipping him over his head and down onto the canvas. Steele bounces off of the canvas but hops back up to his feet with speed, although it’s only to catch a dropkick which drops him right back down onto the mat, followed up by a quick pin on behalf of Shadow which gets a two count.

Shadow brings Steele up and aims directly for his chin with a sharp European Uppercut, which staggers Steele around, leaving him open for what Shadow plans to do next. As Steele tries to find his way back to this arena, Shadow gets onto the apron and just as fast leaps off of the ropes with a flying cross body! …But Steele drops on his stomach, avoiding the move altogether. Steele stands to his feet and smiles at the crowd, fooling them and Shadow as the former ET champ clutches his gut in the center of the ring. Steele sees his chance to end this now, picking Shadow up to his feet and placing him in position for the Boomerang, launching Shadow high into the air. But the swinging momentum of the move sees Shadow escape as he lands onto his feet, and he spins Steele around kicking him in the gut now. He throws his leg over the neck of Steele and he signals for the Vashta Nerada. He goes to finish it off, but Steele spins out of that and now he kicks Shadow in the gut, irish whipping him into the ropes. As Shadow rebounds off of the ropes, Steele connects with the Big Boot. He could pin right now, but instead vies for a more dominant win. He moves towards the corner and drops to a crouched position. Everyone knows what this means - Right In Yo Face. Shadow knows it too, but he has no choice but to fall victim towards it as he slowly rises to his feet and Steele dashes towards - or maybe not. Shadow dodges it and just before he accidentally knocks RAF onto his ass, Steele catches himself and pauses. Shadow lets a growing smirk come across his face and he attempts the Future Endeavour’d, grabbing onto the back of Steele’s head. Steele almost gets sent into tomorrow, but his own experience proves to be the factor as he pushes Shadow off of him and does his own variation, now pulling Shadow onto his knees with the Lion’s Roar. Steele hooks the leg and it’s academic from there with a three count.

Phillip: And your winner, the World Heavyweight Champion - Jake! STEEEELEE!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“FEMME FATALE”
Credit: Jake Steele, Dave Shadow & Thunderkiss

[The match has come to an end along with Dave’s valiant effort. With his body in need of healing, he has no other choice than retreat to the backstage area to give it the time it needs to do so. As he steps through the curtain, the jet black hair of Grindhouse streaks past him, going so fast that he almost misses it. Remembering his promise to Thunderkiss, he turns back around just as fast and reaches out to take hold of her but misses. Finding that his mind is working both faster and better than his body, he has no other choice but to watch her close in on the ring and its occupant, Jake Steele.]

Dave: Anna, no! Anna, wait, come back. DAMMIT!

[Dave’s words are drowned out by the capacity crowd and fall short of reaching her ear. It matters not for once Grindhouse has her mind set on something she sees it through to the end. The commotion of the audience finally catches Steele’s attention and with a look of amusement he casts his eyes towards this femme fatale.]

Jake Steele: Well, well... well. Look at what the cat drug in.

[With a look that could back down a rattlesnake she enters the ring and gives him no ground. Placing her face inches away from his own she makes it most clear on who holds the authority. It is an act of aggression that Jake Steele does not take kindly to.]

Grindhouse: I just need to take one look at you to see you are pretty content in your actions last week. Let’s see if we can change that.

Jake Steele: So Thunderkiss' woman has come to stand by her man. How fuckin' sweet. Tell me baby, is he hidin' behind that pretty little ass of yours?

Grindhouse: The fact that Thunderkiss is my husband means little in the way of what is coming next. I am Vice President of this company and as such, I must protect its best interest. Knocking Thunderkiss out of Omega Effect is going to cost us immense revenue, revenue that is going to come straight out of your paycheck. In other words, were going to break your bank, honey. You may think you’re all that, but the majority of fans who purchased tickets to Omega Effect purchased them to see ONE man, and “crackerjack,” your NOT him!

Jake Steele: So what you 'bout to do, huh bitch? Write me up another fine?

Grindhouse: No, I’m wipe that smile right off your face...

~!~SLAP~!~

Grindhouse: ...and then I’m going to fine you!

[The fans let out an enormous gasp as the Vice President of ACW’s hand finds its way across the World Champion’s face. Jake stands in disbelief over this show of disrespect, his right hand comforting his face all the while. Anna on the other hand could not have more the opposite reaction. A catty grin flows from ear to ear before she follows up this gesture with one hand on her hips and the other blowing a kiss in the Champ’s direction.]

Jake Steele: ...You fuckin' cunt!

[His hands make like a vice around her neck and pull her straight forward into a Full Nelson lock where she now dangles like a fish on a hook.]

Grindhouse: Go ahead. *Ack* Go ahead and do it and see what happens.

[Meanwhile backstage, a fully recovered Dave Shadow goes to make good on his promise to Thunderkiss to protect Anna at all costs. His muscles tighten and his heart races, but before he can make it out of the starting gate, he receives a very odd (and soon to be controversial) order by the Commander in Chief of Zero Tolerance.]

Gingerdude: Dave, hold yourself.

Dave: Wait, what?

Gingerdude: Maintain your position. I want you by my side.

Dave: But Ginger, that’s your daug -

Gingerdude *interrupting*: I shall hear no more of it.

[Dave respects the chain of command and cements his feet to the ground but struggles within over the future ramifications of this decision. From this moment forth he nothing more than a spectator like everyone else and is forced to watch on as Steele tightens his Full Nelson on his tag partner’s wife. A scream of agony escapes from Anna’s lips and adding to the already tense ambiance. To him it is music to his hears and a melody he doesn’t mind having repeated.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You better think this over, champ!

Maxwell McNally: Put her down, Steele! You’ve already won the war, there is no need for this!

[Jake hears not their pleas for mercy and it would matter not for if he did, they would go through one ear and out the other. Every word and action of disrespect that he has suffered from the Joseph-Sommers family comes to the forefront and pushes his hesitations over the side of the cliff. There is no turning back now. With a mighty tuck upwards, he lifts Anna off the ground and sends her back down just as quickly with a Full Nelson slam. Her smaller frame is no match for the impact of the blow and her eyes roll back into her head as a result.]

Maxwell McNally: GOOD GOD, NO!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Boy I am telling you RIGHT NOW, McNally, hand or no hand, there is going to be hell to pay for this! I do NOT want to be you, Jake Steele!

[Jake Steele stands over the fallen Mrs. Thunderkiss and raises his hands triumphantly in the air to pose with his latest “trophy.” Screw ticket sales. Screw public opinion. Screw Thunderkiss and his wife. There is only one KING in ACW and until someone takes the crown away from him he’ll reign over all.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh Thunderkiss is going to be livid when he sees this. How much can a man possibly take?

Maxwell McNally: Or better yet, how much can you possibly take from a man?

[Good questions. On the of twenty-second of June of the year two-thousand, nine, we shall discover the answer.]

[Fade to Black.

End of Show.]

[rep]

Michael Smart
- His opening promo was so/so. The one that followed that was tremendous. His match was a standard debut, I think he would have been better off had he been in a singles match and made more of a wrestling impact and had Daniel involved in it. I don't know where he's going with the manager but the promos have been very good.

Chris Phenomenal
- I don't get the interaction with Senator. There would have been a way to make this shift of backup from TK to Senator much greater but it was done this way, which isn't horrible but at the same time doesn't hit as hard as it could have.

- Hated the interaction between Steele and CP. I think CP should be distancing himself from the main event feud. His gimmick could lead to big things and hopefully he does whatever the fuck he's doing with them and does it without being made to look like a bitch, then gets the fuck out and does his own thing, which in the end will be much more impactful. With that said, the final line with the word wrestlers in bold struck me as Jake possibly motivating CP to become a better wrestler than Jake is, which will happen if CP sticks to his guns and doesn't allow his character to look like a bitch throughout this inter-feud saga.

Jack Jefferson
- The first promo on Lycos was very solid. I liked the dog leash and the story of taming animals in comparison to Lycos and Jack. The promo worked well and I can only assume that this will lead to Jefferson having Lycos tied up in a room and raped.
- I was correct, almost. Again, the second promo solidifies Jefferson, in my mind, as someone to watch in the coming weeks. The elevation of this story on this one show alone has been very well done. No strange jumps of exponential attacks, nicely paced.
- A minor element that I noticed was that you referred to Lycos as "it." Very nice touch considering the context of the drive behind the promo. I'm not sure where this angle is going but it'll be nice to find out.

[rosslambert]

From this day forth, Alicia Laureano's criminal name shall be "The Mad Dentist of Hastings".

[xs3]

- I take it back. Jake Steele is now "Hit-a-wo-man of the Clods".
- Rena/Bryce continue to dish out the drama (good drama) with their segments.
- Freeman and AK are bound to have an awesome match at OEV.
- Danny Mainer getting punched for quoting the "n-word" made me lol.
- VorteX - midget catcher supreme?

We are so close to OEV, I just want it to come nao!

[BK London]

Good work guys, good work. BK London is pleased.

[rosslambert]

PAGE 1:
+ Senator the racist made me LMAO, this angle is gold! Things are getting tense.
+ Well that was pretty anti-climatic, I was expecting a storyline like the James Bond Villain thing. Still, Dave's holier then thou attitude is one of the best gimmicks on the jog right now.
+ Charlotte seemed very lesbianic in this segment, explains why she never hangs around with Mainer anymore. Andrew Black made me LMAO. Bryce puh-owned Rena.
+ I nearly wretched at how cheesy this segment was. LMAO. Good work, glad to see you're becoming active.
+ Hmm, Rena VS Hitman again. WHY WASN'T I PUT INTO THIS MATCH?! Seemed a little random TBH.
+ Hangover Bryce FTW. His ignorance is unbelievably awesome.
+ Ooft, teaser. The Crucible is going to be a tasty little match-up.
+ UH-OOOOOOOH! Grinhose is showing TK who's the man, one can only imagine with an ending like that somebody's gonna' get an asskicking.
+ Or maybe you could change your name to Michael Bisping and have the Union Jack printed on your ring trunks. This was a good segment, Daniel Smart is a win manager. XD
+ UH-OH. Raaaaaaaage. I LMAO'd at Bryce being paranoid enough to think that Oprah was being malicious.
+ XS3 to join Monstourage? I got confused as to who Matt was at first, then it made sense.
+ This is the strangest and weirdest partnership ever, I'm not sure if I like or not. Still, I don't get why the Entertainment Champion is trying to interject himself intot he World Title feud. >_<

PAGE 2:
+ When I think of Reg Purcell, I think of Gaz from Call of Duty 4. "USELESS WANKER!
+ Are these series actually leading anywhere? It just seems to be Lee running through douchebags at the moment and it's getting a little repetitive. It is a good read though.
+ Poor Tad getting owned. Well it looks like we know who's going to face CP at Omega Effect.
+ This segment was mis-sent, it actually appeared last Thursday. So don't calc this one. >_>
+ YAY CAUTERIZATION! I learnt about that in year 10 History Class, are you gonna' trephine TK next so he has a whopping huge hole in his skull?
+ 50,000 dollars is a lot of money... money which can be spent on Mainer's business in Minato, really give a nice kick up the ass in the right direction... Hmm, interesting.
+ R. Kelly: Now Train's trapped in the closet... he's gonna' be so damn pisssseeeddd! Dave Caruso at the end FTW.
+ Hooray for Howard Stern, I XD'd at the fact that Cake - Lloyd Banks was in the Related Videos section for your vid. Howard Stern is a douche, I love him. Great to know the character of Christina a little better.
+ TENSION in the works. Will this lead to a Road Steelers split and Train moving up to Main Event to feud with him? I certainly hope so.
+ His choice of words being "avoiding" defeat leads me to think that Hitman and Dan will go to a Double Count-Out and Ginger will try to fire him but be unable because Hitman wasn't able to pin him.
+ Wow that Gingerdude sure can haul some ass, he was out at ringside a few moments ago and then BAM! He was in his office. Still, good segment. We should run an angle one day where The Monstourage go mental about something and so everyone takes refuge in Mainer's locker room like some kind of cheap horror film, it'd be hilarious.
+ Jesus, Ginger is pretty fine-happy these days. He's done it to Steele, twice, he's done it to Dan at least once and now he's doing it to Bryce. I swear he's part Jewish.
+ Thunderkiss gets owned by XS3, I guess I was wrong about Monstourage.
+ Well this sucks, that gives Benny more options to be a douchebag.

PAGE 3:
+ I could do with some more feedback on the work I'm doing lately, I'm not sure how well it's going for me right now.
+ Well, sucks for Andrew that he got kicked out of the gym but it appears he's going in the right direction as to his future self. Good read.
+ I'm glad to see more of Jefferson and the fact he's working an entire feud with an AWOL LyCoS is a sign of his commitment levels right now so I'm glad to see that he's working full time again.
+ Kalb + Fitsharris playing SFIV FTW, I'm looking forward to seeing Nobunaga back. He reminds me of my grandma.
+ This segment was GREAT heel work and as much as I love Train you're easily his biggest threat in any title match he's had so far. I mean, Macho Man was fire but you've got him on the ropes I think.
+ UH-OOOOOOOOH! Freeman's gonna' get it now. Good way to build up tension for the uhh... "main course".
+ Another segment where Homicide gets treated like dirt. >_> It's making for good reads but it seems like everyones doing it.
+ HULLO THAR JAY ZEROSON. It was a good read, but seems a little rehashed of Jay Zero. I dunno maybe that was intentional, good read.
+ Reprobate VS VorteX should be a great match, I love how all of his side-kicks are cover for Rep's involvement so he can be seen as a much more soletary, powerful character. It works.
+ I already expressed my opinions on this feud and this segment is a good continuation of it, Jefferson is owning the show.
+ CRACK STUNTMAN is gonna' SAVE SOME LIIIIIVES!
+ A non-aggressive Omega Effect feud? What the Hell? TENSION HAS BEEN BUILT EFFECTIVELY HERE.

PAGE 4:
+ Mickey for ET champ.
+ Another HomeStarRunner title refference. It's getting a little out of hand Mainer, cut it out. You're not cool.
+ Euggghhhhh. >_< Cringe. That's horrible. >_< >_< >_< Alicia you bitch! >_< Ewwwwwww.
+ What happened to Phenomenal being a ninja if he's telling Steele he's going to be working with Senator?
+ THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR STEELE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD GUY, FAGGIT. >_> YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO GRINDHOSE YOU MYSOGYNIST.

OVERALL: Great show.

Show's MVP: Thunderkiss and Alicia for their morbid displays of brutality, respectively.

[VorteX]

Still have to read the show, but only 2 out of 5 matches written? I'm not liking the trend.

[Jake Steele]

Make that 3 out of 5 matches written. I sent my match to Spade this afternoon. He just has to post it now.

Expect feedback later.