Omega Effect V

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: lol Phillips (Credit: Hitman)

Just when things are about to roll along smoothly, the arena lights cut out and all focus is brought onto the Alphatron. The first image we see is of Senator Steve Phillips.

Announcer: HEY KIDS! DO YOU LIKE SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS?!

We cut to a couple of boys showing their disgust.

Kids: NO!

Announcer: WELL THEN YOU'RE GONNA LOVE…

ILLINOIS MAN!

The next shot is of an action figure, strangely resembling Senator Steve himself.

ILLINOOOOIS MAN! HE'S QUICK, HE'S STRONG, HE'S POLITICAL!

You can take Illinois Man to the ACW arena where he gives long-winded speeches about honor and blah blah blah Nosepass!

One of the boys has Illinois Man in a toy ACW ring with a microphone in his hand.

Boy 1: Wow… He just raised my taxes!

Announcer: If someone questions his motives or says he won't even win at Omega Effect, Illinois Man busts their lip open!

The next shot is of the second boy holding Illinois Man and an action figure resembling Grindhouse.

Boy 2 (as Illinois Man): "Silence your tongue, you undesirable wench!"

The boy presses a button on the back of Illinois Man's head and the action figure kicks, knocking Grindhouse down. The next shot we see is of Illinois Man standing proud with a plastic smile on his plastic face.

ILLINOOOOIS MAAAAAAN!

The screen then cuts to black and though the lights are still out, the fans cannot help but laugh and cheer. But that's not what catches their attention. A silhouette of a drum set is soon rising up from the stage and on the rising set, a figure with long wavy hair is seen standing on the stool with one foot on the toms. The lights cut back on and it's revealed to be Anthony Thompson, the drummer of Demon Inc. Following suit comes a haunting bassline: one that most recognize as the beginning of "God of Thunder" by Kiss. The fans, most notably the Kiss Army, lets their voices be heard as one as Fox begins to kick in with the drums. From the back, Jonathan Maxwell appears with his bass, Ken Davidson and Kenji Kobayasha start up with the guitars and leading the pack himself is Matt Irvine, the "failed artist" formerly known as XS3.

Matt: Miss us, fuckers?

The band kicks in with their version of "God of Thunder", almost as if they were paying homage to Thunderkiss himself. Ken and Kenji are completely rocking it as the atmosphere can only be described as "electric". Matt soon takes possession of the mic and lets the baritone flow.

Matt: You've got something about you
You've got something I need
Daughter of Aphrodite
Hear my words and take heed

I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one

Matt holds his mic out and encourages the crowd to take over the vocals.

Kiss Army: God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

Matt: DAMN RIGHT!

It's a completely different sight than what ACW had to deal with for the past three years. As XS3, the man was visibly struggling to maintain appearances and rarely seemed like he appreciated wrestling for what it was: a sport. As Matt Irvine, the man now has a smile on his face and energy in his step. He nods to Anthony, who maintains the rhythm of the song along with Jonathan.

Matt: I'm the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command you to kneel
Before the

Crowd: God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

Once the song reaches its bridge, Matt steps back and allows the atmosphere to consume him. As Ken performs the song's guitar solo, Matt looks out to the ring and flashes his characteristic smirk. He knows that it's over for now but his smile is a sign of respect for the ring itself. Jonathan then leans in and helps on the vocals, Matt bringing his death growl out for this part while Jonathan sings.

Matt and Jonathan: I am the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command thee to kneel
Before the

Crowd: God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

Soon after, the song nears its conclusion and Matt leans into the mic.

Matt: MAKE SOME NOISE!

The fans respond with enthusiastic cheers and soon after, the band strikes one last time, cymbals and notes flying around. The song then ends with a mighty bang, a literal bang at that, as a massive flame pyro goes off in timing with the end of the song. The fans cheer and applaud the performance as Ken and Jonathan point to a couple of fans. The band soon comes together and salutes the crowd, who respond back. As the drumset soon rises down to the bottom of the stage where it came from, everyone but Matt heads to the back. Matt grabs a hold of the mic and smirks.

Matt: Yup, blabbermouth is back for one night only.

Laughter and applause is all that Matt gets in response.

Matt: Two years ago, I stood in my birthplace of Toronto, Ontario, Canada and I defeated Danny Mainer in a Legitimate Street Fight. After that, I managed to get back to the arena to perform with Demon Inc. And now, two years later, I stand here, retired from full-time competition. What brought me back here? Well, the fact that even though the family and band is now my main priority, I could not walk away without saying goodbye. So from one crazy son of a bitch to another, I thank all of you properly for the support you have gave me over the years. Good luck to the rest of the roster tonight and ACW… What you have done to make my spirits happy… You are forgiven. And that's not destiny, that's not fate, that's the prophecy of Matthew Fuckin' Irvine! YEAAAH!

Matt soon drops the mic and salutes to the fans that continue to cheer. Matt waves one last goodbye to the fans of ACW before turning on his heels and joining his brothers in heading off to tour, record and make music. Yay.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: VorteX vs Stan Vishis (Credit: Rep)

VorteX vs Stan Vishis
Rep

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"Out of the Ashes" by Symphony X hits as the crowd cheers awaiting Vortex

In the house of my master
Beyond the chains there is a bed
of snakes where evil lays
Oh, I hear laughter
I forged the iron bars that
someday will imprison me

McNally: Here he comes once again, the man who earlier on in the evening lost his shot at the Entertainment Championship against the vicious, as of lately, Chris Phenomenal.

Edison: That's right, Maxwell. These past few weeks, CP has started to focus less on what he calls "gimmicks" and more on his in-ring ability, and he proved his in-ring worth earlier tonight when he beat this guy.

McNally: You certainly have to wonder how Vortex will fare in this match. First, he's already wrestled tonight, he may be tired. Second, I'm told that this match was made in to a No Holds Barred contest just a while ago.

Edison: And both parties agreed?

McNally: Yes, Vortex did, however, create a clause in that the match will be No Holds Barred as long as Rep and any of his other friends agree to stay away from the ring until a decision is reached.

Edison: Sounds like a good clause to me.

The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights.

Ooh, mother will you help me
Mother will you help me
To find a reason to go on

Out of the ashes of my youth
- I rise a man
And through the eyes of truth
- I finally understand
The way

Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst).

McNally: With that ladder in hand, you have to speculate just how many times Vortex wants to swing that thing at Stan, to finally shut his mouth and maybe teach him a lesson about sneak attacks?

Edison: Absolutely, Stan has been a thorn in Vortex's side for a very long time now, and I don't blame him for wanting to smack Stan around. I wanna do it too, and he hasn't even laid a finger on me!

I've been beaten with his words
and whipped whith his lies
He will not break me down no
matter how hard he tries
Pray for my lost soul
Out of control the storm inside
me rages on and on and on

Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on.

Mother will you help me
Mother will you help me
To find a reason to go on

Out of the ashes of my youth
- I rise a man
And through the eyes of truth
- I finally understand
The way

Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex picks the ladder up and readies it in his hands for use during the match.

The instrumental of "Black Republican" hits, the horns wail as Vortex stands in the ring with the ladder in his hands, ready to knock out The Death Defying Master of the DDT. As the drums kick in on the track, the lights dim and cameras flash as Stan Vishis pops out from behind the black curtain, jogs to the end of the stage just at the top of the runway, and raises both arms out towards the crowd as they boo the Master of the DDT.

McNally: The self proclaimed "Michael Jordan" of ACW isn't getting a very Air Jordan-like response from these fans here at the ACW Arena.

Edison: You might not like the guy, you might find his tactics sleazy, you might find him annoying, and you may think that he's cheesy... but there's one think that you can't deny. Stan is talented.

McNally: Talented, very talented. In the ring, he is a spectacle to see and when he speaks on the microphone he can be very luring and interesting, as he was just a week ago on Television, but sometimes he can get annoying. Especially to Vortex.

Stan takes the response in stride and then bobs his head as he walks to the beat of the music towards the ring. He reaches it, takes his bandannas off, and lunges over the ropes. Vortex violently swings the ladder in his direction, Stan drops on to his back, the ladder just missing his airborne body. He pops back up as Vortex goes for a low back-swing, this time Stan hops over the ladder and then pokes Vortex in the eye. Vortex drops the ladder as it plops to the mat. Stan grabs Vortex by the hair and goes to hit The Stroke (a reverse russian legsweep) on to the ladder, but Vortex fights it and goes for a suplex. Stan shoves forward and Vortex's back bounces off of the ropes. Stan then pulls him backward and from the suplex position, Stan picks Vortex up and drops him on to the ladder with a northern lights suplex.

Edison: OOOHH, NO!

Vortex leaps up and back down in pain, grabbing his throbbing back. Stan grabs the second rope and raises to his feet. He goes over to the ladder, picks it up, and and brings it towards Vortex. He holds it upside down over Vortex and drives the tip in to Vortex's back.[/i]

McNally: Vishis, now using Vortex's own ladder against him, he's working on the back now, this is a smart move. You see the guy backstage and you think that the guy is a complete airhead, but then when you see him calculate a sneak attack or have enough sense to target a body part like this, you have to wonder about just what exactly is floating around inside of his skull.

Stan sets the ladder up in the center of the ring and goes back to the corner with Vortex. He pulls Vortex up and whips him off of the other set of ropes. As Vortex comes back and then bounces off the other set, Stan grabs Vortex by the head and drives it in to the ladder.

McNally: Vishis is using Vortex's own weapon against him!

Stan picks up the ladder and overhead throws it out of the ring and on to the entrance runway.

McNally: Is Vishis making a statement here?

Edison: I think he is, and I think that the statement is "I wrestle with my mind... NOT objects!"

Stan spins back around and his boot meets Vortex's temple, launching Vortex back on to the ground. Stan grabs on to the top rope and begins stomping furiously on Vortex. Stan grabs Vortex and picks him up by the hair. Stan sets up for a suplex, he raises Vortex up in the air and stalls. He holds Vortex up and then lands him back first on the mat.

He goes for the cover... the referee gets a two count. Stan chokes Vortex, applying preasure to the throat by hopping up and down. Stan gets back up and goes over to the ropes. Stan goes to the outside and springboards on the rope, and goes for a senton splash. Vortex rolls out of the way and Stan hits the mat back first from a very high distance. As Stan hops to his feet and grabs on to the ropes and his back, Vortex crawls over quickly and rolls him up... TWO!

McNally: Is Vortex making a comeback!?

Stan rolls on his back and lands on his feet, then kicks Vortex right in the back of the head, which sends him to the mat once again.

Edison: Nope!

Stan grabs Vortex by the hair and places him throat first on the bottom rope. He puts his foot on the back of Vortex's head and pushes forward. Vortex begins to struggle for air and waves his arms around. Stan lets go and then places both feet on Vortex's back and then uses his full force to drive Vortex's throat in to the ropes and put pressure on his hurt back at the same time.

Stan hops off and grabs Vortex's neck. He sets up for his Disruptor DDT, but Vortex spins to Stan's backside. He pushes forward and Stan bounces off the ropes. They do a roll, and Stan rolls on to his feet. Stan goes for a lariat, but Vortex ducks by rolling. Vortex runs off the ropes and ducks another lariat as he runs off the other ropes. Stan didn't turn around quick enough, and Vortex hit a running dropkick to the back of Stan's head. Vortex grabs Stan and sets up for the Psychosurgery... and he hits it!

McNally: There it is! Could this be all?

The referee runs over as Vortex covers... one... TWO.... THREE!!!

Here is your winner... VORTEX!

McNally: Oh boy! Not only has Vortex finally shut Stan's mouth, but now he has the right to wrestle The Reprobate one on one!

Vortex raises up off of Stan Vishis after the three count. The crowd explodes with happiness as Vortex slowly makes it to his feet and finally does, catching his balance. He slowly raises his arms in victory as the crowd cheers him on... then stops.

Rep rolls in to the ring from the crowd, behind Vortex. Rep wastes no time and dives right in, he kicks Vortex's leg right out from under him. Vortex goes crashing right back down to the ground as Stan rolls out of the ring and drops to the floor, making more room for the beatdown. Rep grabs hold of the top rope and begins breathing heavily as the crowd boos and begins throwing garbage at him. Rep turns around to the fallen hero, grabs him by his hair, picks him up, and sets up for the DDT.

Edison: Oh no! Could this have been just another trap to lure Vortex in to the ring again for another beatdown?

Rep hits the DDT on Vortex and the crowd groans as his skull hits the mat. Rep gets to his feet and calls for Stan to get something. Stan, still woozy, somehow finds some type of object and rolls it in to the ring for Rep. Rep prepares whatever it is in his hand for an attack. The crowd is momentarily confused as Rep shuffles around an object in his hand. Vortex slowly gets to his feet with aid from the ropes.

McNally: What is he doing?

Vortex finally reaches his feet and turns around... suddenly a burst of flames shoots out of Rep's hands right in to Vortex's face. Vortex grabs his head and drops to the ground, rolls face down, and holds his face. Rep backs away, smiling, and leaves the ring. Rep and Stan slowly head backstage while keeping an eye on Vortex, as he lays on the ground holding his burnt skin together. EMTs run down to the ring to help him as Stan goes through the curtain and Rep stops. He smiles, and then follows.

McNally: What we have just seen is possibly one of the most disgusting displays I have ever seen of a professional wrestler. There is something very wrong with that man.

Rep smiles at his destruction. Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Uhhhhh (Credit: Hitman)

As we cut to the back, Adrastos Dionysus is seen warming up for the handicap match, where he teams with Colossus Rhodes to take on Irie the Intimidator. Revenge for Hitman is on the line in this contest as the Monstourage finally gets to showcase what they can do. Adrastos finishes his shadowboxing and he calls out to his partner.

Adrastos: Colossus, are you ready to go out there tonight and finish the job?

Adrastos grabs a bottle of water and hears nothing. He takes a quick swig and calls out once more.

Adrastos: COLOSSUS!

Another swig and still no sound is heard. Adrastos sighs with exasperation and goes over to where Colossus is supposed to be.

Adrastos: Son of a… COLOSSUS! You coming or wha--

Once Adrastos turns the corner, he drops his water bottle in surprise. Hitman and Alexandra are kneeling over Colossus, finding him in a pool of his own blood and his leg a little out of place. Hitman looks genuinely worried as does Alexandra. No one has ever seen the Immovable Object in this state before. All Adrastos can mutter is:

Adrastos: Oh shit.

Hitman: Colossus! Oh man, you okay? WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!

Eventually, some EMTs hear Hitman call out to them and they respond, inspecting Colossus and preparing a stretcher for him. Hitman stands to his full vertical base and confronts Adrastos.

Hitman: There's no doubt Irie did this. Doesn't look like he'll be able to compete tonight. You're going to have to go it alone, buddy.

Adrastos: Are you kidding me?! I don't want to fight that goliath all by myself!

Hitman: You can take him!

Adrastos: Have you seen how giant he is?!

Hitman: What's wrong with that?!

Adrastos: GIANT PEOPLE SCARE ME, OKAY?!

Hitman: …you can't fucking be serious.

Adrastos: They're intimidating as shit! That's why I'm nervous whenever I'm around you. And that's kind of why I was hoping Colossus would do all the work tonight…

Hitman: Look… I know you can do it. You have been blessed by, erm, Zeus and you have been selected to help avenge what I have lost in almost a year. You are more than capable. I know you will succeed in your mission.

Adrastos doesn't look quite as nervous now and he smiles.

Adrastos: You think so?

Hitman: I know so. Now go get ready, it's coming up soon.

Adrastos nods and gets a fist pound from Hitman, who sees his partner walk off. Colossus is finally placed on the stretcher with a little help from Hitman. An EMT soon approaches him as Hitman reaches for something in his pocket.

EMT: Looks like his injuries are pretty severe. From the looks of it, he's got a dislocated kneecap, a few broken ribs and a broken orbital bone. He's going to be out indefinitely.

Hitman nods and pulls out his two items: a lighter and a cigarette. He spins on his heels and soon, he accompanies the EMTs and Colossus out to the parking lot. Once they approach the ambulance, Hitman clicks the lighter and lights up the cigarette in his mouth. As Colossus is taken into the ambulance and is driven out of the ACW arena for what appears to be the last time, he inhales then exhales, the smoke seeping out from his mouth and into the air.

Hitman: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Family Fortunes
Credit: Danny Mainer

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The Masterson household, sitting pretty in a quiet suburban niche in Vegas is part of one of the most sought-after neighbourhoods in all of Nevada. It's quiet, the people are pleasant and it's an affluent, well-to-do area. A place for rest and relaxation, but also a place for business The Masterson Home is where John Masterson, formerly the chief accountant for one of the many casino's has since retired. However, he has come out of retirement to do that same job for local businesses and construction companies. Typically on a Sunday, the main men of the development would go to another associate's house, have a delicious meal and a few drinks and then head home with the conversation being centred around the developments but today is a meal of celebration. The construction is well ahead of schedule and it looks to be a great investment for the community, but this meal isn't going to go down quite as well as John imagines it would be.

About 9 men, including John himself are sat down around a large table in The Masterson Dining Room sipping white wine, dressed up in smart-casual as opposed to the business suits they would typically wear. Sipping on white wine, all men intently listen to John the host as he tells an IRS joke.

John Masterson: "And then the man on his deathbed goes, hahaa, put my ashes in an envelope and mail them to the Inland Revenue Service! Haha, that way they'll have had EVERYTHING from me!"

The men around the table roar with laughter at the host's joke, slapping their thighs and wiping tears away from their eyes as the Noel Edmonds look-a-like accountant has them in absolute stitches. Soon, from the door to the dining room bursts a figure in a big white apron and with a tray covered in hot, steaming bowls of chicken and sweetcorn soup. Everyone but John looks up at the man intruding assuming it's his wife having cooked a delightful meal, but, it appears he has been decieved and it's only after he starts talking does he realize what's going on here.

Danny Masterson: "Bon appetite motherfuckers! The King of CATERING is here!"

His ears burn red hot as he knows that voice all too well, he turns and points at Danny his eyes bulging out of his head in pure rageeeeee.

Danny Masterson: "Now, in this bizzatch today we WOULD have some exotic Italian chicken strips but homedogs, this is the difference. You'll be eating some of my finest Chinese food that I personally have gone to the liberty of picking up for you from the take-away just around the corner. So, grubs up and enjoy MSG!"

John Masterson: "DANNY! I told you, I didn't want to ever have to see you again. Get out of my house or so be it I WILL THROW YOU OUT."

Danny Masterson:[/B "What, can't a son come and see his old man anymore?"

John Masterson: "You are NOT my son."

Danny Masterson: "Want me to get the birth certificates? Want me to get the photographical evidence? It's all in my van outside!"

John Masterson: "NO, I want you DAN to go out to your car and drive back home! I have GUESTS. They don't want to hear what you have to say, they want to enjoy a real meal! They want to discuss business with me, the man of the house. Now get the FRIG out of my house before I launch you out!"

Danny Masterson: "Well that's not nice dad, I mean... I'll be honest when I came in the first thing I noticed is the bald guy checking out mom."

Slamming his palms on the table, John angrily rockets to his feet and stares his son dead in the eyes.

John Masterson: "DON'T YOU DARE talk about Felicity or Mr. Deacon like that! I will GUT you if you don't get out of my house!"

Danny Masterson: "Mr. Deacon huh? Ironic considering he seems to be a total perv, well Mr. Deacon it appears luck would be on your side. If mom fucked Uncle Charlie all those years back then you're sure as all hell within a shot!"

The sound of a glass plate smashing is they key to total silence as Felicity Masterson can hear the conversation in the kitchen and has frozen with fear. Quiet fills the dining room. John is less angry and more ashamed of his dirty laundry being aired out. The guys around the table can't help but inwardly smirk about their arrogant accountant friend's shame but they dare not open their mouths. Mr. Deacon, who is more embarassed then most finally has the balls to say something.

Mr. Deacon: "Well I guess we should uhh... leave."

John Masterson: "No, you will sit down and enjoy the delicious meal that MY WIFE has slaved over in the kitchen for the last two hours. The attitude of my eldest son will not affect this sit-down meeting! Danny... you will go sit in your room and YOU will wait until this meal is over. Then, THEN we can talk."

Danny, realizing he's got what he wants turns for the door but suddenly it hits him as John sits down again. He's playing a game with him, John has won yet again. He's hushed the situation, nobody would dare speak out right now and by sending him "to his room" he's doing more damage control so he doesn't recieve further embarassment... A temple bulges out of Danny's neck, and as he reaches for the door handle he stops and turns back around.

Danny Masterson: "DO I LOOK LIKE A BITCH TO YOU?! DO YOU FUCKING THINK I'M JUST GOING TO TAKE THAT?! THE POINT OF ME TURNING UP NOW WAS TO SHOW YOU UP IN FRONT OF YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS DAD BECAUSE THEY'RE THE ONLY THING YOU CARED ABOUT! UNCLE CHARLIE TOLD ME ALOT ABOUT YOU, MORE THEN I EVER WANTED TO KNOW! I KNOW YOU'VE HURT MOM, I KNOW SHE CHEATED ON YOU! SO FUCK YOU, ALRIGHT?! YOU'VE SHIT ON ME, MOM, CHARLEY, KIKI-TRAU, RACHEL, SUZI, JOEY! EVERY LAST ONE OF US YOU'VE SHIT ALL OVER BECAUSE YOU'RE SO COMPLETELY FUCKING SELFISH! YOU'VE ALWAYS ACTED LIKE I'M GOING TO LIVE IN YOUR SHADOW, AND NEVER BE AS MUCH AS A MAN AS YOU BUT IF BEING A MAN MEANS BEING A WIFE-BEATING, INSECURE, PRETENTIOUS FUCKHEAD THEN I AM SO GLAD THAT I'LL NEVER HAVE TO BE THAT LEVEL OF MANLINESS!"

John Masterson: "I can't TAKE THIS ANYMORE. Get the Hell out of my house Dan!"

Danny Masterson: "Neither can I, dad, neither can ANY of us. YOU have brought this on yourself you fucking jerk! You made us all suffer and now it's coming RIGHT. BACK. AT. YOU."

John Masterson: "PLEASE! For God's sake Dan, you've got me. I-"

Danny Masterson: "I what?! I give up?! Well holy shit, that's a first!"

John Masterson: "DAN! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm sorry?! Is that what you want to hear?!"

Danny Masterson: "Sorry? SORRY?! SORRRYYYYYY?!?!?! I tell you what dad, I'm sorry too... sorry about YOUR DAMN LUCK!"

A flying right hand is all it takes to probably dislocate the jaw of his father who's midway through objecting. Everyone gasps as John collapses, a one hit wonder putting him out on the floor. Breathing heavily, his body hulking up and down in pure rage. He gasps and realizes what he's actually gone and done. He then looks at the scared faces around him and realizes something bad has just happened. Danny casually signals for the men not to move and heads out into the corridor. He then returns with a big briefcase and places it on the table for all to see. He opens it up and inside is a big load of money.

Danny Masterson: "Yeah, alright. 25 thou in cash, take what you want and say nothing. Family issues, yeah? Enjoy your meal."

Still breathing, but heavily unconscious Danny slinks away realizing that he's won the "fight" so to speak. The men around the table take handfuls of the cash stuffing it into their pockets as a bright shiner starts to form over the eye of Masterson Senior. Felicity walks in with plates of food only to see that her husband is unconscious which almost causes her to faint. Fade.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: No rest for those with cousins (Credit: Michael Smart)

The scene begins with a shot of a halway, a few of the production workers running around from place to place, working hard at the biggest show of the year. Michael Smart is shown walking towards the camera, wearing a black Michael Smart-shirt and jeans. Michael talks while walking.

Michael Smart: Omega Effect. The biggest show of the year. The most important night in ACW. The greatest spectacle of the year. Wrestlers dream of one day participating in this historic event. And how am I involved? Well, I'm not. But I understand. I haven't yet done anything to show that I deserve a spot on tonight's show. Until I can prove myself, all I can do is get into my locker room and watch the show.

Michael stops in front of a door, his locker room, and opens it. As the door opens, Daniel Smart is seen behind the door, but other than that, the camera can't see inside. Michael looks behind Daniel, seeing something that makes him speechless for a while. Finally he opens his mouth.

Michael Smart: Daniel... what have you done?

As Daniel hears the words, his eyes bulge as he gets an expression of realization on his face.

Daniel Smart: What have I done?

Michael becomes confused as Daniel continues.

Daniel Smart: I came here to help you, but why? At first I thought it was because I found the idea of being a manager interesting and because working with my cousin might be fun, but perhaps it isn't so. There was always a nagging feeling at the back of my head saying something was wrong, but I ignored it, constantly going on overdrive so that I wouldn't have to stop and think about it.

Michael Smart: ...

Daniel Smart: But I can't ignore it any longer. I have to admit the problem: I'm living my dreams through you. I wasn't good enough to be a talented wrestler, so I've latched on to you, trying to make you more like me so that it would feel like I am the one becoming a star.

Michael Smart: Daniel...

Daniel Smart: It's like I've completely lost my sense of self, and am nothing more than an extension of you. I am not my own person anymore, just your wacky sidekick that people find funny but not respectable. Some of your fame may rub off on me, but you will still be considered the successful cousin.

Michael Smart: Daniel...

Daniel Smart: In the end, I might only be remembered as comic relief, as a joke, as a...

Michael Smart: DANIEL!

Daniel snaps out of his rant, concentrating on his cousin again.

Michael Smart: I meant what have you done to this room?

The camera moves to show the room. The room features a desk, an office chair behind it, a table to the side with a laptop and some other equipment. On the other side of the desk is a couch right next to the office chair. Above the couch is a white cardboard sign that says in blue letters "The Smart Report".

Daniel Smart: Oh, this? Well, I figured that since you don't have a match this week, we could host a talk show instead!

Michael stares at his cousin in disbelief. Daniel is smiling, waiting for approval of his idea.

Michael Smart: You... you're kidding, right?

Daniel Smart: I wouldn't have turned our locker room into a studio just for a joke.

Michael Smart: ...

Michael slowly walks inside, Daniel excitedly following. Michael looks around the room as Daniel starts showing him the places.

Daniel Smart: See, you'll be at the desk, presenting your guests, who will be sitting at that couch over here. I will be handling the production on the table over there, out of the sight of the camera. I've prepared some guidelines for you, you'll find them at your desk.

Michael Smart: And if I say no?

Daniel Smart: Well, I've already invited a guest, and all this equipment is coming out of your bank account, so you might as well host the show!

Michael stays quiet for a while, then sighs.

Michael Smart: Fine, I'll do it.

Daniel Smart: Alright! Let's start preparing!

Daniel starts getting things into place while Michael walks to his desk with his head down as the scene fades.

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Match 6: Adrastos Dionysus vs. Irie the Intimidator
(Credit: Hitman)

Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Vincent Amott and Mr. Lyngstad, Irie the Intimidator!

Generic rock music hits and the crowd boos as Irie makes his way down the ramp. Amott, his arm fully healed, escorts him alongside Lyngstad, the two men that made Hitman's life a living hell for ten months. Irie enters the ring and Amott and Lyngstad shoot him a nod that says "You've got this."

Phillip: And his opponent, accompanied by Hitman of the Gods and Alexandra, Adrastos Dionysus!

"Fear" hits and Adrastos appears to have shaken off the song's namesake that plagued him early on in the night. Hitman and Alexandra trail closely behind their cohort and help him into the ring. Adrastos stares down Irie and gulps, nervously.

Bell rings.

As soon as the bell rings, Irie charges towards Adrastos like a mastodon. Adrastos soon closes his eyes and cries out, attempting to swing blindly. However, in a pure stroke of luck, Adrastos' flailing arms manage to connect with Irie in the form of a sledgehammer blow. Adrastos opens his eyes and finds Irie stunned. With Hitman yelling him on, Adrastos soon goes behind Irie and hooks his arms. It takes a bigger effort of strength than what Adrastos normally possesses but the Full Nelson Slam is hit. Irie crashes to the canvas and Amott and Lyngstad are seen visibly cursing as the ref counts the 1-2-3.

Bell rings.

Phillip: Wow… Umm… Here is your winner, Adrastos Dionysus! As a result of the victory, Hitman of the Gods now gets five minutes alone in the ring with Amott and Lyngstad!

Amott is wide-eyed and angered as Hitman soon crawls into the ring and beckons for his two enemies to come forth. Adrastos complies with Hitman and tosses both of the men in the ring. A timer on the Alphatron sets up for five minutes and the beatdown is underway. Amott gets a wicked clothesline that flips him all the way over onto his stomach and Lyngstad has his spinning wheel kick countered into a massive lariat. Hitman puts the boots to both men and soon traps them in the corner, seated. Hitman looks on at both Amott and Lyngstad and smiles sadistically. Ten months of torture is channeled into a series of stomps that ends with the Good Ol Squashing Boots facewash kick, rearranging the facial structures of both men for sure.

Lyngstad is picked up first and Hitman grabs him by the throat, lifting him up and sending him crashing to the canvas with the Raging Titan. However, Hitman holds on and brings him up once more to his feet. Lyngstad wants to fight him off but he can't find the energy to do so and he is hit with another Raging Titan. Hitman holds on again and brings him up once more, holding onto Lyngstad and walking over to the ropes. Adrastos has already put a table up and Lyngstad cries out as Hitman delivers a Raging Titan all the way to the outside through the table.

As for Amott, Hitman soon grabs him by the leg and motions for Adrastos to slide a chair in. Adrastos complies and Alexandra looks on in elation. Amott is soon picked up by the throat and Hitman leans in:

Hitman: I never forget.

And in one fluid motion, Hitman brings Amott onto his shoulders and spins around. The energy propels Hitman into one of the most brutal Zeus' Angers anyone has ever witnessed. Amott's head bounces off the chair and Hitman soon kicks his carcass from the ring and into the arms of waiting police officers.

Officer: Vincent Amott, you're under arrest on twenty counts of distributing illegal drugs and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent.

Amott: I choose to waive that right.

The officers soon restrain Amott as he turns back to Hitman and cries out.

Amott: FUCK YOU HITMAN!!! I WILL HAVE REVENGE!

Hitman: Yeah I'm so sure… Asshole.

The officers drag a kicking and screaming Amott away while Lyngstad is soon escorted out alongside his boss. Alexandra soon enters the ring and embraces Hitman, who gets a high-five from Adrastos. Hitman is all smiles at this point but he knows he's got bigger fish to fry: Dan White.

Fade.

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The Edge
Credit: Andrew Black

As we fade in, a close up of Mr. Make You Tap, Andrew Black’s face take up the screen. Just his face, nothing more, nothing less.

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Andrew Black: So Jack, you want to fight me and the animal in a No Holds Barred match? Do you understand what you are getting yourself into? You just challenged a thing that lived in the wild and a kid from the streets of Detroit. We understand what it means to not have rules. You have what? A crowbar?

Someone in the background sneezes. Trying not to laugh, Black recovers and keep on his verbal attack of Jack Jefferson.

Andrew Black: What as I saying? Oh right, the crowbar. Sure, it is effective as a weapon, but you aren’t going to be able to just use that. You are gonna need more that than, much more. You don’t know the kind of people I have fought off back home. Lets just say they were more dangerous than a crowbar. More motivated. They didn’t fight for pride or ego, they found to live. Do you know what that is like to fight just to make it to the next day? Of course you don’t. I do. And our man beast LyCoS does. And this gives us the edge.

The camera zooms out from just Andrew Black to Mr Make You Tap and his posse. The four men behind him are unknown to the ACW audience, but known to all of those who know anything about Black’s past (AKA from the Book 1 segments).

Andrew Black: Tonight, you aren’t going to have to deal with just me. Tonight, my boys are here to help.

Jamol: What?

Big P: Yeah man, fuck dat. You are the fighter, not us.

Chill: Yeah, moral support.

Tommy: Sorry bro, I’m with them.

Andrew Black: What?! C’mon you guys, this guy has a crowbar. My head can’t handle a crowbar! And LyCoS probably has rabies! You know what, cut!

But the camera keep rolling. The first thing every ACW cameraman knows is too never stop rolling.

Andrew Black: C’mon guys, have my back here! I’m trying to look intimidating here. Even if you aren’t going to fight, make him think you are so he’s watching his back.

Tommy: Don’t worry about it.

Big P: Yeah man, you are plenty intimatin’ you don’t need to use your words, just use your firsts like in the old days.

Andrew Black: That’s not how things work here.

Chill: I don’t know, its a pretty good strategy. Be mysterious. You talk to much these days. You are too vocal.

Andrew Black: It’s all about the attitude.

Jamol: Well maybe you need an attitude adjustment.

Chill: What he means is, maybe you need a new strategy. Trying to be a cocky badass here won’t get you far. You hear me?

Andrew Black: Yeah, that makes sense.

Chill: None of this Mr. Make You Tap bullshit. Be yourself. Be the Black Knight we always knew.

Big P: Word.

Andrew Black: I’ll think on it. One thing at a time.

Tommy: Tonight, it is beat Jack Jefferson.

Jamol: And lysol!

Chill: LyCoS.

Jamol: Whatever man.

They all laugh as the cameraman get sick of all this kayfabe crap and decides to pull the plug on the feed.

Fade to Black

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

It’s Some Pre-Match Hype
Jack Jefferson


It’s Omega Effect V, the biggest even in ACW’s history and many have described tonight’s No Holds Barred Triple Threat as the biggest match of Jack Jefferson’s career. It’s his first match on wrestling’s biggest stage and it seems he finally has a chance to get people to sit up and notice like he claims they haven’t been. Well, enough of that drivel, you’re much more interested in hearing what Jefferson has to say about it. It’s lucky for you that he’s stood, in full ring gear, next to Charlotte King who is beaming a smile at camera.

Charlotte: It’s nearly time for Jack Jefferson to take on Lycos and Andrew Black in a No Holds Barred Match. Last week we saw Jack get hit with The Prowl by Lycos and take a nasty tumble off the stage. Since then it has been questioned whether or not he’s going to be medically cleared to even wrestle tonight.

Jefferson: *interrupting* Yeah, yeah okay Charlotte. I’m not here to listen to you spout my entire history, I’m here to talk about my match so let’s get on with it?

Charlotte: Hmph...okay. Well, to begin with, what’s your medical status?

Jefferson: I’d say about 91%. My ribs are severely bruised from my fall and my concussion won’t be fully healed yet but nothing is going to stop me getting into that match.

Charlotte: Wait, if you’ve still got a concussion how did you get clearance to wrestle?

Jefferson: Well Charlotte I can be very...persuasive if I want to be. As I said...nothing is going to stop me tonight.

Charlotte: Being in the condition you are, how do you rate your chances?

Jefferson: My chances? What kind of stupid question is that?! You don’t seem to have been paying any attention to what I’ve been saying lately do you? It’s not my chances that you’ve got to worry about...it’s theirs.

Tonight I’m going to show Lycos, Andrew Black, and the whole fucking world exactly what I’m capable of. I’m going to beat both of them to a bloody pulp and take the respect I so richly deserve. Everyone is going to sit up and take notice of Jack Jefferson, and it’s about fucking time!

It seems that the time for talking is now over as Jefferson storms off, leaving Charlotte looking slightly bemused but not totally surprised. After all, it’s hardly unprecedented for him to storm off during an interview. Charlotte simply looks at the camera and shrugs.


Fade to Black

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: To Live and Die, Part 19 (Credit: Lee)

Now roaring through the streets in his Jeep, Rob chuckles haughtily to himself as Lee sits in the passenger side, head still throbbing from the beating he just took.

Rob: What the fuck were you thinking? You loco, bro!

A deathly serious Lee is Rob’s complete foil. There’s no mistaking the venom in his voice.

Lee: Shit ain’t funny, Rob. We gotta find those faggots and fuck ‘em up.

Rob: Don’t worry, homey. We gonna find ‘em. And we gonna fuck ‘em up real good!

Lee: What are we gonna do?

= = =

The neon-lighted highways of L.A. whizz by, all a blur.

= = =

Lee and Rob, each wearing bandanas over their respective noses and mouths, recklessly storm into a pool hall and begin to remorselessly unload shot after shot from their GLOCKS onto the patrons. Rob rushes to hide behind a pillar, then sprays a few more bullets forward. Lee ducks down under a pool table for a moment, only to pop right back up and blast a few more. Most of the patrons attempt to flee, scrambling every which way with no regard for their fellow man. Those who have guns fumble around to find their weapons.

While one guy is preoccupied with Lee, Rob flanks him and buries a bullet straight into his head.

The rest is all a blur to everyone involved. A very bloody, messy blur. A blur of bodies, of blood, of bullets.

= = =

The neon-lighted highways of L.A. whizz by, all a blur.

= = =

Lee, Rob and the kid with glasses sit around a table at a restaurant. The guys sitting at the table next to them wear the trademark Fifth Street caps. The kid with glasses spins around, then shoots the Fifth Street member sitting directly behind him straight in the back of the head. The bullet flies through his skull, sending a gush of blood and bits of brain out the exit wound. The guy’s body goes limp, and he face plants into his bowl of noodles.

Lee and Rob aren’t late to follow as they burst up from their seats and begin their own assault with their guns.

= = =

The neon-lighted highways of L.A. whizz by, all a blur.

= = =

Now nighttime, four guys are gathered around a pair of Toyotas. A white Jeep storms into view, and out from the windows pops Lee, who unleashes another round of bullets onto his prey. One guy attempts to hide behind a car, but Rob storms out of his car and rushes over to him to bury his foot in his face. Rob then proudly stands over his victim as he fires the concluding shot into his heart.

= = =

The neon-lighted highways of L.A. whizz by, all a blur.

= = =

Wide shot of a luxurious home at dawn. Arianna lies in bed, then her eyes pop wide open. She throws the covers off her and rises from the bed, revealing the old mustached man lying next to her, mouth hanging open nonchalantly as he snores.

= = =

Arianna runs some water over her face.

= = =

Arianna sits on the bathroom floor, back leaning against the door with her cellphone pressed against her ear.

= = =

The rumbling of Lee’s pager shakes him out of his slumber.

= = =

When Lee enters the living room, he finds his uncle in an all-too-familiar situation: passed out, facedown on the couch with an array of empty booze bottles surrounding him. Lee tucks a roll of $100 bills into the pocket of his uncle’s robes.

= = =

Fade in to a shot of young Petey and young Lee wrestling on the grass. Younger versions of Benny, Mike, Tommy and Roy congregate in the background. Petey, holding the size advantage, easily pins Lee to the ground.

Lee: You’re so dead!

Petey: I’m gonna kill you, poor boy!

Lee: Get off me, fat fuck!

Tommy rushes toward the fracas and pulls Petey off Lee.

Tommy: Hey, what’s going on here?

Tommy restrains Lee as Mike holds Petey back.

Petey: Let go of me, argh!

Mike chuckles condescendingly at Petey as he easily keeps him in his grasp.

Benny: Dough Boy’s gonna pop!

Lee: Come on, fatass!

Tommy: Hey, you guys are brothers. Why you fightin’, huh?

Petey: He’s getting all retarded because he’s in love with some girl.

Lee: Shut up, lardass!

Petey: Oh, you just wait until later. I’m gonna kick your ass SO bad!

Tommy: Relax, relax, OK? Come on.

Tommy kneels down to get eye-level with Lee.

Tommy: What’s going on, Lee? You like this girl, yeah? Who is it? That girl you’re always riding around with?

Lee: Maybe.

He shuffles his feet uneasily.

Tommy: Don’t be embarrassed. She pretty cute, man.

Lee: You don’t get it.

Tommy: Hey, you want this girl to like you or not?

Lee: Maybe.

Tommy: I can help you.

Lee: ( still skeptical ) How?

Tommy: You got to play it cool, Lee. Understand, huh? You gotta take charge. You gotta tell her you like her and that you don’t care what anyone else says or thinks. Then she’ll be crazy about you.

Lee: I dunno ‘bout that.

Tommy: You dunno? Lee, look at me, man. Look at my car. Look at my tats. Look at my threads. Those are the things that tell everyone who I am and what I am.

Uncle: Lee!

Tommy: ( silent ) Ah, shit.

Lee: Damn.

Uncle: What are you doing? Hm?

Lee: We’re just playing.

Lee’s uncle stomps over to the two and regards Tommy bitterly.

Uncle: ( to Tommy ) Go home.

Lee: We’re just playing!

Uncle: Get inside now!

Lee: We’re just--

Lee’s uncle slaps him clean across the face, knocking him down to the ground.

Lee: Damn, what the hell’s your problem?

Uncle: I said go!

Lee’s uncle drags him up by the arm and shoves him toward the house. Lee scampers back through the door. When Lee’s uncle turns to face Tommy, his ire hasn’t dissipated in the slightest.

Uncle: I got no intention to cause trouble for you punks. Stay away from Lee.

Tommy: Look, I understand you’re concerned about him, and I respect that, but--

Uncle: You respect nothing! What do you want?

Mike: Get the hell outta here, gramps.

Lee’s uncle stares down Petey.

Uncle: What are you still doing here?

Petey’s nearly frozen stiff with fear.

Petey: Uh...

He hightails it outta there.

Benny: Old man, if we didn’t look after him, who’s gonna care? You?

He chuckles sneeringly.

Uncle: Listen up, you little shit. Let Lee look after himself. He’ll live longer. So will you.

Lee’s uncle turns to walk away.

Uncle: You better watch yourself. I know your mother.

Roy, Mike and Tommy chortle loudly.

Tommy: Damn, man, everybody knows your mom!

Fade.

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Segment: Danger Zone
Credit: Bryce and ...

Bryce: ... ughhhh

Moving his head back and forth, Bryce's blurred vision slowly fades to allow him to asses the room he's in. He attempts to rub his head, which is pain, but he notices the neatly tied ropes around his wrists.

Bryce: What the fuck. HEY! HEEEYY! WHAT THE FUCK!!

Writhing about, Bryce tries to break the rope loose with his strength alone. Even after deciding there was no chance of his escape alone, he continued to try to break from his bondage.

Bryce: YOU FUCKERS! LET ME OUT!!!

As he continues to pull against the ropes, he can hear the sound of footsteps close to the room he is contained in.

Bryce: HEYY! HEEEYYYY I'M IN HEREEE!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP!

With a metallic creak, the large door slides to the side as two figures appear from the darkness. All dressed in black, the assailants move into view.

Bryce: Who the fuck are you? Get these ropes off of me!!

...: Fifteen minutes! More like Fourty-five! Or a hundred!

...: Why is it taking so friggin' long? Really, it's just taking forever here...

Bryce: Hey! Shut the fuck up and let me out!

...: We'll deal with you later!

Bryce: WHAT THE HELL!?

As the two men continue to argue amongst themselves and ignoring Bryce's demands, more footsteps echo from the marbled floors and pours into the warehouse room. Both of the assailants stop arguing and look into the darkness as a figure moves into view.

Bryce: YOU!

Rena: I want to play a game.

Bryce: YOU FUCKING BITCH!

Rena: *laughs* that was very Jigsaw of me, huh? I should have done the voice and everything.

Bryce: Get me out of this, you fucking slut!

Rena: Now, now ... talking to a woman like that. Thanks, boys.

...: You're welcome, Rena.

Bryce: Who the fuck are these assholes?

Rena: Oh, how rude of them ... they didn't even introduce themselves before they hit you with a hammer?

...: We used a shovel. A big snowshovel

Rena: What?

...: Yeah! It was all we could find.

Rena: I left the hammer in the locker room.

....: Yeah, we lost it.

Rena: It doesn't matter, you got the job done. Bryce, meet the two men who knocked you completely unconscious. This is Anthony Kalb-

Kalb: Hey.

Rena: And this is Kevin Fitsharris.

Fits: Hiyo.

Bryce: I DON'T FUCKING CARE!

Rena: Now, now, Bryce ... that's very rude of you. These two men were nice enough to take you all the way here and you can't even thank them? Thanks, boys ... you can wait in the car.

Kalb: Alright. Come on, Fitsy. Let the gal do what we set her up to do.

Fits: Bye, Rena! *smiles* Hey, what would you think if we'd go back and...

Kalb: COME ON!

As both guys leave, Rena smiles towards Bryce.

Bryce: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

Rena: *laughing* What do I want? WHAT. DO. I. WANT!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I WANT!? I want to teach you a lesson, Brycie.

Bryce: A lesson?

Rena: Yes, a lesson. You see, I'm making an example out of you!

Bryce: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?

Rena: Little shits like you get hired by Ginger and then walk into this company like you own the entire company! You have this look on your faces like we should be lucky to have you! You little fuckers destroy the image of ACW and tarnish the reputation it holds in the wrestling industry. The only thing you pieces of shit deserves is a good lesson, and that's what I'm going to give you!

Bryce: you're fucking psycho!

Rena: Psycho? No, Bryce. I'm completely within a correct cognitive state. It's too bad we couldn't have had a match, but I think this way will teach a lesson far greater than any lesson I could possibly teach within the ring.

Bryce: GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Rena: I can't. I just can't, sorry ... the only person that can release you from this is yourself, Bryce. Well, if you can.

Bryce: WHAT!?

Rena: OH! I have to go now, Bryce. I didn't even notice the time ... I have to go back before the main event. You know I love a good main event.

Bryce: DON'T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE!

Rena: Good luck trying to get yourself out, Bryce ... but to make it a little easier I'll leave the door open just a crack. And if you do manage to actually escape here in one piece, I suggest you stay away from Alpha Championship Wrestling FOREVER.

Bryce: FUCK YOU!

Rena: Bye, darling ... it was nice knowing you!

Bryce continued to scream out her name, but only the echoes of her laughs poured from the darkened hallways and into the room. As he laid his head back, Rena's heels against the marble floors got farther and farther away until he could hear them no longer. He had given up on trying to escape for now, and was now staring up at the ceiling in complete disbelief on what was now happening.

[fade]

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Match 7: No Holds Barred
Jack Jefferson vs. LyCoS vs. Andrew Black (Credit: Jack Jefferson)

Andrew Black vs. Lycos vs. Jack Jefferson
No Holds Barred
Jack Jefferson

Next up it’s a match that the fans have been eagerly anticipating. It’s time for Jack Jefferson, Lycos and Andrew Black to beat the holy hell out of each other and going into the match it seems like Lycos is carrying a great deal of momentum after hitting his finishing move, The Prowl, and sending Jefferson tumbling off the stage.

Philip: The following match is a No Holds Barred Triple Threat matchup!

The incident with Jefferson on Monday has actually gotten the ACW fans behind Lycos’ cause and as his entrance music hits he gets a huge pop. He bursts through the curtains, clearly enjoying the adulation of the audience, and thumps his chest with a roar. He sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, raising his arms above his head as he rises to his feet.

Philip: Introducing first, weighing in at 260lbs and hailing from an Unknown Forest...LYCOS!!

“Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson emerges through the curtain to a wall of boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze Jefferson as a big smirk grows on his face whilst he looks out across the sea of fans in attendance. He then takes his time as he cockily struts to the ring, apparently oblivious to the booing he receives. As Jack reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.

He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and places his crowbar down in the corner. He and Lycos stare at each other and start to advance on each other. The referee has to get between them to prevent the match from starting prematurely.

Philip: The second participant, weighing in at 219lbs and hailing from Manchester, England...JACK JEFFERSON!!

Psst... hey, listen!Lalalalala!

I love my job. Whoo!
Makes me feel like……Superman!
Lalalalala!

Can you fly?
I can.
Wanna see?

BOOM!

Pyros erupt as the beat blares over PA system and the chorus begins

IIIIIIII’m only entertaining you
My goal is to stimulate making you high
And take you and I, to a place that you can't see
But I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just a man who's on the mic, so let me...entertain you

As the chorus blares over the speakers in the ACW Arena, Andrew Black walks out onto the stage. As the crowd cheers him, The Black Knight throws a couple of air jabs, before throwing one last knock out strike which send his momentum toward the ring. He continues to get cheered as he walks to the ring. Halfway down the ramp, he picks up speed and slides into the ring. The pay-per-view atmosphere doesn’t seem to affect Andrew, as soon as he hits the ring, he is focused. After some laps around the inside of the ring, Andrew Black does some stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

Philip: And the final participant, weighing in at 205lbs and hailing in at Detroit, Michigan...ANDREW BLACK!!

*Bell Rings*

The three competitors eye each other warily; none seem willing to make the first move. The stalemate lasts nearly a minute before Lycos, his huge weight advantage clearly giving him some added confidence, charges at Jefferson. He tackles him to the mat and begins punching him in the face as he tries desperately to cover up which pleases the fans to no end. Unfortunately for him though, he seems to have forgotten about Andrew Black and it leads to him being blasted in the head by Andrew Black’s right knee. He crumbles forward under the impact and Black drops an elbow on the back of his neck. As Black drags Lycos to his feet it gives Jefferson a chance to roll out of the ring and regain some composure. Lycos resists Black’s suplex attempt and then reverses it. He roars and beats his chest, he turns around as Jefferson comes flying into the ring and connects with a Springboard Dropkick. He covers Lycos but is only able to achieve a one count.

Jefferson looks frustrated at this development but he has little time to be as he gets to his feet and feels the full force of an Andrew Black Roundhouse Kick. Lycos tackles him as he stands over Jefferson and the pair tumble through the ropes and onto the outside. This draws a pop from the crowd as Black and Lycos begin brawling on the outside. Jefferson gets to his feet, rubbing the side of his head and attempting to regain his senses he sees Lycos and Andrew Black trading blows on the outside. He smirks to himself as a plan formulates and then bounces off the ropes to pick up speed before flying over the top rope and crashing down onto both Lycos and Andrew Black with a Corkscrew Quebrada. Jefferson leaps straight to his feet and poses for the fans, who boo him profusely. He hauls Lycos to his feet and whips him into the steel steps, causing him to crumble. Jefferson delves under the ring and pulls out a chair, propping it up against the prone Lycos. He backs up slightly and charges, smashing the chair into Lycos’ face with a Running Dropkick. He rolls Lycos into the ring but can’t follow him in and make a pin attempt because he is dragged back by Andrew Black. Black drops Jefferson with a Spinning Backhand Fist and dives into the ring, covering Lycos himself...

...1...

...2...

...Lycos kicks out marginally after the two count, outside the ring Jefferson looks extremely pissed off. He rolls into the ring, retrieving his crowbar from the corner as he does so, and rises to his feet in one smooth motion. He catches Andrew Black on the back of his cranium with a crowbar shot that sees him drop to the mat. Jefferson then tosses him out of the ring and turns his attention to Lycos, who has already set his sights on Jefferson and clatters him with a clothesline as he turns around. He lifts Jefferson up, driving his boot into his solar plexus to double him over, then hoists him up and sends him crashing down with a huge Powerbomb. Jefferson’s back arches as he writhes in pain but Lycos pins him back down and hooks his leg...

...1...

...2...

...Jefferson gets his shoulder up, much to the chagrin of those in attendance, and no doubt those watching at home too. Lycos pounds the mat in frustration and starts to drag Jefferson back to his feet. This plan is derailed as Black smashes a chair into his back. Lycos stumbles back to his feet, Jefferson rolls out of the ring to regain his composure, and right into Andrew Black’s clutches. He is lifted up in a Double Leg and he moves across to the nearest turnbuckle, falling back and slamming Lycos’ face into it and completing the manoeuvre known as the Stungun Massacre. Black hooks the leg...

...1...

...2...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

...from the outside Jefferson grabs Andrew Black’s leg and drags him off Lycos and out of the ring. He knocks Black off balance with a European Uppercut then follows it up with an Enziguri which makes Black tumble to the floor. From underneath the ring he grabs a Singapore Cane and brings it crashing down on the forehead as he tries to get it. The force of the blow not only breaks the cane but causes a laceration which blood instantly starts flowing from. Jefferson smirks, satisfied with himself, and rolls back into the ring. He picks up the steel chair that is lying in the centre of the ring and takes a swing at Lycos, who ducks and gets in a punch to the back of Jefferson’s head before he can turn around. Jefferson grimaces and runs off the ropes but straight into a powerful Lycos Spinebuster which drives his spine directly into the steel chair. He hooks the leg...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...Jefferson kicks out! Lycos isn’t best pleased with this outcome and he hammers the mat in frustration and then his eyes settle on the steel chair. He picks it up and smashes it down on Jefferson’s back as he tries to get to his feet. Jefferson’s body twists as he feels the pain of the chair shot but he remains on one knee which really only leaves Lycos with one option...hit him again. The second strike sees Jefferson flop back down to the canvas then promptly dragged to his feet. Lycos twists his arm and pulls him inwards, dropping him with a Short Arm Clothesline. He holds onto Jefferson’s arm and hauls him back to his feet, lifting him into the air and bringing him crashing down to the mat with a Power Slam. He covers...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...Andrew Black breaks the count by diving into the ring. Lycos snarls and charges at Black, who sidesteps his Prowl attempt. Black manages to hit Lycos with a DDT before he can regain his footing properly. He keeps the front facelock intact and latches a body scissors onto him, turning his DDT into a Guillotine Choke. He wrenches back on it as Lycos attempts to struggle against it and tightens his grip. Lycos gets to a knee as he attempts to break the hold. He manages to get to a vertical base and it looks like he may just break the hold until he starts fading and drops back down to the mat. It appears that Andrew Black is going to be successful with this one with the life draining away from Lycos. The referee kneels down next to Lycos to check if he wants to submit but gets no reply. He raises his hand...

...Once...

...Twice...

...Three times a lady! Nah, just kidding. What really happens is Jefferson comes off the top rope and hits Andrew Black with a Moonsault Legdrop that breaks the submission hold with split-second timing. With Lycos unconscious on the mat it’s down to Andrew Black and Jack Jefferson to duke it out one-on-one and Jefferson gains a distinct advantage as he smashes Black over the head with his crowbar. The leaves Black extremely groggy and Jefferson is able to lift him up and bring his head crashing down into the discarded steel chair with a Brainbuster. Jefferson hooks the leg but then changes his mind, a sadistic grin forming on his face. He pulls Black to his feet and makes his way across to the corner. He lifts Black into the Fallaway Slam position and begins climbing the turnbuckle to get into position for the Fallaway Moonsault. Once at the top, however, he doesn’t perform the manoeuvre. Instead he turns so that he’s facing into the ring as opposed to out. Then it becomes apparent what he’s got planned and the crowd rise to their feet in excitement. Jefferson then throws himself off the top turnbuckle, performing the Fallaway Moonsault and sending both himself and Andrew Black crashing through the announcers table and leaving them both motionless.

As both Andrew Black and Jack Jefferson lay prone in the remains of what used to be the announcer’s table Lycos starts stirring in the ring. Slowly he regains his senses and begins to realise where he is and what’s going on. He smiles when he looks out of the ring and sees both of his opponents lying motionless in the destroyed wreckage of the former announcer’s table. He rolls out of the ring and lifts the apron, searching underneath until he pulls out a trash can filled with various weapons; kendo sticks, sledgehammers, barbed wire baseball bats, you know the drill. He tosses it into the ring, scattering its contents everywhere, and makes his way over to where Jefferson and Black are. He hauls Andrew Black up and rolls him into the ring, promptly following him in and covering him...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THR--NO! Andrew Black somehow manages to get his shoulder up; this is something which definitely doesn’t please Lycos, who yells out in frustration before grabbing the lid from the trash can. He stalks Black waiting for him to rise to his feet, which he does slowly and with a lot of help from the ropes. He turns around and eats a face full of steel. Lycos covers him again...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THR--NO! Jefferson breaks the count at the last split-second. Lycos roars in frustration at being thwarted again and he lashes out, punching Jefferson in the face. Jefferson retaliates with a number of rapid forearms before capturing Lycos in a sleeper hold. He then roars as he suplexes his backwards, driving his head directly into the trash can. This instantaneously renders Lycos unconscious as well as busting him open. Jefferson goes to cover but he is caught by Andrew Black, who delivers an Instant KO before tossing him out of the ring. He covers Lycos...

...ONE...

...TWO...

...THREE!!

Exhausted, Andrew Black rolls off Lycos wearing a huge smile. The referee helps him to his feet and raises his hand in the air as the fans gleefully chant his name.

Philip: Your winner, by pinfall...ANDREW BLACK!!

The crowd once again go wild as Philip announces the winner. On the outside Jefferson looks pissed off to say the least and he boots the steel steps in frustration before storming off and leaving Andrew Black to soak up the cheers of the masses.


Fade to Black[/center]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Return to basics (Credit: Hitman)

We cut to the back and there is Hitman himself, having satisfied himself with a good act of revenge. He is by himself and he speaks directly to the fans via the camera.

Hitman: All right! I feel a little better after putting those weasels away for good. Ten months of torture just got redeemed with about five minutes of retribution. But now that I've taken care of one thing, it's time for another. This man's name is Dan White. Gingerdude brought the two of us together for a reason: Dan White's destruction. But whereas Ginger had hoped for me to squash Dan, I made the mistake of trying to compromise my girlfriend's attempted career in modeling. I should have known Ginger would turn her away. My goal given to me was to squash Dan White… But I have a new goal now. My new goal is to become #1 Contender to the ACW World Heavyweight Championship.

Hitman soon cracks his knuckles and begins to warm up.

Hitman: Dan, I still don't have anything against you. You are an amazing competitor and had it not been for your tactics, I would not have known the truth about Ginger's lies. But I still want to be #1 Contender with every ounce in my being. I was supposed to be back for revenge, now I'm back to win my first title. And what better title to hold than the ACW World Heavyweight Championship? Dan, I know you've been working hard for it… But while you've had numerous chances, I've never been given one since my return. So make no mistake, we might be on the same page somewhat but tonight, there will be nothing stopping me from showing you and the future ACW World Heavyweight Champion what it's like… to FEEEEEEEEEEEEL…

Hitman/Fans: THE WRATH…

Hitman: …of the Gods.

Hitman then walks off to prepare for what is looking to be an epic contest.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 8: Tag Team Parking Lot Brawl
G-Unit vs. Mr. Willmington and 1 Henchman (Credit: Jonny Spade)

The fans in the area are buzzing with excitement from what they had seen so far from the ACW roster. However the show isn’t over just yet, just as the show has reached pretty much the half way point, the alphatron flickers to life and Phillip Jones gets into the ring and begins to speak.

The parking lot is empty of cars except for the ones that are in the centre of the parking lot where there are 10 cars in a circle of various types from compacts to family sedans to mini vans with the odd pick up.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this following Parking Lot Brawl tag match is scheduled for one fall where actual tags are still required to be made in this match to become the legal man in this match and to get the required pinfall to get the win. Also each team is expected to stay on their respective side of the circle just as if they were in a ring.

The shot now focuses solely from the alphatron as Phillip makes the necessary intros for this match.

Phillip: Introducing first…competing in their first and only ACW match tonight the team of Mr. Willmington and his tag partner and henchman… “Knuckles”!

A long limo pulls up to the circle and comes to a complete stop before the driver comes out of it and goes to open the door at the end of it to let Mr. Willmington and Knuckles out of the limo and they both make their way to the circle. Mr. Willmington decides to come out in a suit and tie, while Knuckles is in a wife beaters shirt with dress pants and suspenders to hold them up. Before they enter it, Mr. Willmington motions for Knuckles to get into the trunk of a car and take out some weapons for him to use. He hands Willmington a rake plus a shovel and they make their way into the circle waiting for their opponents.

Phillip: And their opponents…they are 4 time former tag team champions and hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and Moosejaw, Saskatchewan, Canada respectively, they are the tag team of Jonny Spade and GooeyGarth….G-UNIT!

G-G-G-G-Unit!

As “Defy You” by The Offspring hits they come into the parking lot in no fancy ride but just by walking in. There is no time to joke around with this as it is a serious situation. As they continue to walk in their entrance music couldn’t be anymore appropriate for this situation.

You may push me around
But you cannot win
You may throw me down
But I'll rise again
The more you say
The more I defy you
So get out of my face – Whoooa Yeah!


Chorus:
You cannot stop us
You cannot bring us down
Never give up
We go on and on!
You'll never break us
Never bring us down
We are alive!

The wind blows
I'll lean into the wind
My anger grows
I'll use it to win
The more you say
The more I defy you
So get out of my way – Whoooa Yeah

Bridge:
All my will
All my strength
Rip it out
Start again

Bridge(3x)

Chorus

We are alive
Whooo

As they make their way into the circle they don’t equip themselves with any weapons and are not in their typical ring gear as they have just standard street gear with elbow pads and kneepads. The bell rings and the match looks to be under way.[/b]

*bell rings*

Jonny and Gooey flip for it and it and Gooey ends up getting the go ahead with this match. While on the other side of things Mr. Willmington doesn’t want to deal with him at this time just yet so he tells Knuckles to go ahead with this match to get things under way.

As the two of them circle around each other Gooey looks a little hesitant with wanting to make the first move because of Knuckles having that shovel in his hands. However, luckily for Gooey he doesn’t have to make the first move because Knuckles charges towards him with the shovel and at the last possible moment Gooey side steps and gets him with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing face first into a hood of a car. Gooey picks up the now dropped shovel and starts whacking him on the back with it repetitively making Knuckles roll onto the concrete. Gooey goes for one more shot with hopes of it landing across the face of Knuckles but he is able to catch it and try to yank it out of the hands of Gooey. With the tug of war action going on Knuckles is able to get Gooey closer to him and once Gooey is in a close enough distance Knuckles sticks up a foot of his and pushes Gooey away with it while at the same time he lets go of the shovel which sends Gooey flying backwards and launching the shovel up into the air and into the hands of Mr. Willmington, who yells for him to get Gooey into his area. Knuckles obeys and pushes Gooey over into their teams section. Mr. Willmington goes for a swing with the shovel but misses thanks to Gooey dodging at the last minute to the left. Mr. Willmington tries again this time swinging to the left but Gooey dodges it again this time moving to the right. This time Mr. Willmington slices the shovel horizontally through the air in hopes to get Gooey at all but he ducks it completely which misses him and unfortunately for Mr. Willmington he smacks Knuckles across the face with the shovel knocking him out cold.

Gooey looks down and sees that he’s laid out on the floor. And for a brief moment Mr. Willmington looks on a little concerned and Gooey sees that as a good opportunity to get that shovel back out of their hands. So Gooey makes a move for the shovel which is able to come loose and that snaps Mr. Willmington back into reality as he begins to back away slowly. Gooey though makes a stabbing motion with the shovel and out of instinct Mr. Willmington opens up the driver door of the car that he’s next to which causes the window to shatter. Another tug of war battle begins however this time Gooey lets go of the shovel causing Willmington to go flying backwards landing on his ass.

“GOOEY QUICK!” Jonny yells, however it’s to little to late because as soon as Gooey turns around Knuckles picks him up from underneath his arms and throws him over the hood of the car into the windshield causing it to collapse a little but knocking the wind out of Gooey as he looks to be in pain going in back first. Knuckles goes to his boss and helps him up. Mr. Willmington sees that Gooey is laid out and wants in on the action now. Knuckles shakes off the cobwebs in his head and stumbles over to Mr. Willmington and they tag getting Mr. Willmington in on the action.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Once Willmington gets in the circle of cars he begins to act all cocky as he begins to take off his suit jacket and undo his tie. He gets into the face of Gooey, taunting him; telling him he’s worthless and that he should of just paid the money upfront. However, Gooey takes a wack at his face but since it was to slow Willmington was able to move out of the way of it and in retaliation he gives him a good slap across the face. Once again Willmington gets in the face and begins to talk smack to Gooey however Gooey wouldn’t take anymore of it because Gooey quickly sticks a thumb into the eye of Mr. Willmington sending him stumbling backwards into the car behind him. He calls the ref over trying to get him to give some sympathy but he doesn’t budge. Gooey slides off the hood of the car and begins to crawl his way over to where Jonny is whose ready to get in on this fight but about 3/4 across the circle Mr. Willmington catches the leg of Gooey making him stop. Gooey stands up on one leg and attempts an enziguri kick but misses as Willmington ducks however since he’s still holding onto the leg of Gooey, Gooey goes for a half victory inside roll but instead of attempting a pin, he whips the loan shark into the hood of the car face first. Gooey continues on his trek back to Jonny and gets the tag.

Jonny climbs a nearby mini van and gets onto the roof of it where he jumps off and drops a leg drop across the back of the neck of him. And then in one smooth motion he flips off the hood of the car with a sunset flip and goes for the pin on Mr. Willmington.

Unfortunately though Jonny Knuckles comes back into the circle and breaks up the count at 2. However, Gooey rushes back into the circle and goes back to work on Knuckles with a big knee to the gut. Gooey locks his right arm into Knuckles’ right arm and with all his strength he flips him over for a hip toss onto the hood of a car and then slides down onto the concrete. Gooey rotates and focuses back on Mr. Willmington who still seems out of it. Jonny stands over Mr. Willmington to make sure he doesn’t move while Gooey looks for some tools to use on Willmington to make his punishment all that more enjoyable. Gooey goes to look in the back of a pick up truck and finds himself a ladder. He smiles and brings it over to the circle and sets it up nearby and begins to climb it. Jonny stands up and sets up Mr. Willmington in a powerbomb setup over another hood of a car and holds him high up in the air, Gooey jumps off and connects with the Goodwill Gadget sending Mr. Willmington crashing down into the windshield of the car. Gooey quickly goes back to his spot and sticks his hand out eagerly wanting a tag back into the match. Jonny laughs and moves over to Gooey who gets the tag rushes into the circle and goes for a pin attempt, but Knuckles gets back onto his feet and breaks up the pin attempt in the nick of time to keep the match under way.

However, with Jonny not in the match at the moment he begins to take it to Knuckles who is still groggy and barely alive and conscious, this doesn’t deter Jonny from beating him up more and more. He now decides to take him to the other side of the circle and struggles but lifts him up onto his shoulders and looks over at Gooey who has done the same thing and at the same time Jonny drives Knuckles into the flatbed of another pick up with a Jonormus Slam rendering him unable to move while Gooey gives Mr. Willmington the Cheese Dip onto the hood of the car once again and making the pin and getting the definitive 3 count.

Phillip: Here is your winner of the match…Jonny Spade and GooeyGarth!

Their music hits and they jump up and down in joy banging on cars as they exit the parking lot. Paramedics rush in to check on the other two to make sure that they are okay as the scene fades out.