Monday Night Warfare 17th August 2009

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Monday Night Warfare 17th August 2009

Schedule of Matches:
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Jeff James vs. Agent Amazing

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Kaoru Hanayama & The Capitalists vs. Andrew Starr & The Royles

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Andrew Black vs. Mr. Red

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Smart vs. Stan Vishis

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Winner faces Senator for the title on Thursday
Thunder Train vs. Dave Shadow vs. Jason Freeman vs. Jack Jefferson

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It’s another sell-out night at the ACW arena, and the fans are looking forward to the usual heady mix of promos and matches. The show kicks off straight into the former, as the alphatron lights up to show us the backstage area...

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Making People my Bi’atches.(/Generic Hype Interview with a Fancy Name <_<)
By Dave Shadow

It’s becoming quite a familiar scene on ACW shows now. Dave Shadow standing beside Charlotte King, the International Title over his shoulder and a massive, slimy smile on his face. They may be backstage, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hear the booing crowd out in the arena, annoyed as ever by the smug git appearing on the big screens. Dave laughs it off, combing a hand through his hair, as Charlotte begins the interview.

King: Dave Shadow, tonight, you go up against three men in the main event in order to determine who will get a shot at the ACW World Title this Thursday on Meltdown. My question to you right now is what are your thoughts going into this match?

Dave: Charlotte, do you know any other questions? It seems as if every time I agree to do one of these interviews, every time I bless you with my presence, the only question you seem to be able to ask is....what are my thoughts? My thoughts Charlotte is it’s time to bring back a concept that I’ve missed. A concept which made me stand out when I first came here in ACW. It’s time to bring back my very own personal interviewer!

King: Oh God, please tell me that that creep Cole isn’t back again?

Dave: No, not Cole. I still don’t think he’s forgiven me. I did put him in hospital you know.

King: Then who?

Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, my brother....JAY TYLER!

Jay walks in front of the camera. He’s a good foot bigger than both Dave and Charlotte, and is quite a lean guy. He is, after all, a male model, so is quite good looking. He does however share that same slimy smile with his brother.

Dave: Thanks Charlotte. You’re dismissed!

King looks back and forth between the brothers, gobsmacked that she’s being replaced like this. Jay grabs the microphone off her though, and she has no choice but to walk away from them.

Jay: Well Dave, tonight you go up against three other men for a shot at the world title. What are your thoughts going into this match.

Dave opens his mouth, before stopping and shooting his brother a dirty look. Jay shrugs, as Dave looks to the heavens, rolling his eyes back into his skull. He shakes his head, and decides it’s easier to answer the question.

Dave: Well, my thoughts are that tonight, I get a chance to leapfrog up the ladder here in ACW to a spot that, quite frankly, I deserve. See, I did have a plan Jay. My plan was to defend my title at Heatwave, and then go on to win the Emperor of the Ring competition. Winning that would show everyone here that I deserve a world title shot, I’d get one, I’d win that match and then I’d be the top dog here in ACW. As champion,. I’d command a new level of power, I could implement my vision for ACW, and things would get a lot better around here.

But now? Well, now, I know that someone around here is on my side. A plan that I presumed would take months can now occur within a few days. I win tonight, I win on Thursday, and then by this time next week, I could be a double champion! Think about that Jay. By next Monday, I could be the World AND International champion. Now THAT is a level of power that I never even considered! That is a level of power which will grant me the ability to change this company as I see fit.

Jay: Well, how bout we do a run through of your opponents for tonight? Cause, and you won’t like this, you’ve not won yet and you’re up against three ACW veterans!

Dave: True, true.

Jay: So let’s start with the man who you beat for the International Championship, Thunder Train.

Dave: Ah, Thunder Train. I can’t believe there was a time I feared that man. I’d hear his voice and I’d jump out of my shoes! But no more. I beat him at Omega Effect, and in a match of his choosing, I must point out. I outlasted him in an Iron Man match. And it wasn’t because I was the biggest guy. It wasn’t because I was the strongest. No. It was because I, Dave Shadow, was the smartest guy here in ACW. I used my head, and because I did, I managed to beat that oaf and take that title away from him. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again here tonight!

Jay: Next up, you’ve got Jack Jefferson.

Dave: Ah, Jack. How many titles are we going to have to fight over, huh? First the Entertainment, then you challenge me for the International, and now we do battle over a shot at the World title? How many times must you and I do this little tango before you realise the result will always be the same. You lying flat on your back, shoulders to the canvas, as I stand above you, the ref raising my arm in victory. To be honest, Jack, I’m getting a little bored of you. Stop pestering me and go play with the other kids. Cause this one is sick and tired of beating you so easily.

Jay: And finally Jason Freeman.

Dave: Fre.....yeah. Freeman is awesome. He’ll be a tough challange.

Jay: .....

Dave: .....

Jay: That’s it?

Dave: What do you want me to say, Jay? That he’s a little bastard for the way he’s blackmailing me? That if I really was to say what I thought of him, ACW might face some hefty fines from the TV regulatory committees, or whoever else enforces that certain things not be said on TV. That I really think that by not handing the information he has about my attacks over, he is as bad as the attacker.

Jay: Yeah, that would be nice.

Dave: Well, I can’t say any of that, can I Jay? Cause if I offend him, he can shut up and I may never find out who attacked me. So, allow me to restate. Freeman....is awesome.

Jay: Well then, not getting ahead of ourselves, but have you a message for The Senator then, with regards this match?

Dave: Of course. Did you know Jay that in the only match we’ve ever competed in, I beat the Senator? That on the 16th of April, 2009, I faced off against him in a five man battle royal and I beat him?

Jay: The more you know....

Dave: And he never got his revenge. Which means that right now, I am one-nil up on that old man’s ass. So Senator, I know you’re watching. I know you can hear me. You should know that come Thursday, I’m taking that title of yours. I’ve beaten you once, and I’ll do it again. And if you don’t believe me....well, watch as I dispatch three ACW vets in the ring tonight. Watch how easily I destroy them. Watch as I prove why I am the International Champion, and why I know that come Thursday, yours truly is walking out with a title over each shoulder. Cause there is nothing that can stop me, not Freeman, or Train, or Jefferson, from continuing on my Crusade against the vices of ACW. And none of you may appreciate that. But trust me. Come this time next week...

...you’ll all be thanking me for it.

Dave laughs as the camera fades....

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Segment: All Your Bases Are Belong to Me! (Credit: Train)

We open inside of Train's secret bunker in his locker room. He is decked out in all camo attire and so is Thunder Lawyer. The room seems to be shaking as if bombs were going off and dust falls from the ceiling. The two try to look at some plans on the table but they keep falling down from the shaking.

Thunder Lawyer: TRAIN! We have to go through with this plan or else Jake will run free forever!

Thunder Train: It's too risky! I'm not risking losing my men just for this!

Thunder Lawyer: This is war son! Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.

Thunder Train: I don't know if I want to risk it!

Thunder Lawyer: Do you want your sister back or not?

Thunder Train: Yes I do....

Thunder Lawyer: Then we have to do this!

BOOM!

Thunder Train: What was that?

Thunder Lawyer: Artillery! From above! We gotta get out of here! We are gonna die Train. He is fighting back. He knows where we are!

Another BOOM! erupts in the bunker.

Thunder Train: GODDAMMIT! I'm getting out of here!

Thunder Lawyer: I'm getting out of here too!

The two just stand there and then remove their helmets for their virtual reality game. Bat Train money going to good use here. Anyway, we are now back in the locker room as if nothing ever happened. Train goes over to the door and opens it up and sees a man standing there who hands him a letter.

Thunder Train: What is this?

Man: It's from Jake Cheng. It's an agreement of sorts to make a deal later.

Thunder Train: I'll look at it, thanks.

Train closes the door in the guys face and goes back over to Lawyer to read the letter. He opens it up and begins to scan it over. Intensely he reads over it then sets the letter down.

Thunder Lawyer: What does it say?

Thunder Train: He has Thighs. And he wants me to give him the Light Heavyweight title for her.

Thunder Lawyer: Are you gonna do it?

Thunder Train: I'm afraid I don't have a choice. Might get him off my back as well.

Train picks up the letter again. However, Lawyer notices something and grabs it.

Thunder Lawyer: Train! WATCH OUT!

He takes the letter and throws it. Without warning, it just explodes!

Thunder Train: CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENG!

Thunder Lawyer: We have to be cautious about this....

Thunder Train: Indeed....time to cowboy up...

Thunder Lawyer: What?

Fade...

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Match 1: Jeff James vs. Agent Amazing (Credit: Freeman)

Match will be posted upon reciept.

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Segment: The (un)usual suspects (Credit: Dave Shadow / AK)

Monday August 17th, 4.00pm

It is a humid afternoon in one of the quieter suburbs of ACW Island. Dave Shadow leaves his car on the road outside of the white-walled, somewhat modest house in front of him, and walks up the empty driveway.

He can hear the sound of a throaty, excitable bark from about halfway up to the house; his finger is just nearing the bell when the front door opens. A distinct, aromatic scent wafts outward, which momentarily distracts him from the person on the other side.

Alicia: Hi Dave. Thanks for dropping by.

Dave: Yeah, no problem.

Dave nods and steps over the threshold. The barking gets even more manic, and as Dave follows Alicia to the kitchen, he sees a pit-bull cross bouncing up and down in front of the rear door to the back yard.

Alicia: Don’t mind Pacino. Victor’s working today, so he hasn’t had a chance to take him out for his walk yet.

Dave smirks a little, watching the canine through the screen door. He puts on a rough New York accent.

Dave: You talkin’ to me, huh?

This reference naturally goes right past Pacino, who just starts barking again, giving Dave a little scare. He leaps back, despite the safety of the screen door, before trying to regain his composure. Alicia closes over the inner door to give them a little more quiet and privacy.

Alicia: I’m in domestic goddess mode at the moment. Although that probably flatters to deceive, if I’m honest. Domestic pixie, or elf perhaps.

The enticing smell is coming from a large metal casserole dish on the stove. It contains lightly fried onions, minced garlic and ginger, a selection of spices, stock and yoghurt. Alicia adds chopped plum tomatoes, saffron, cardamom pods, grated coconut, a generous heap of fresh red chilli and pre-browned pieces of lamb, stirring them together.

Alicia: Got to have my fix of the spicy stuff. There are six basic components to any curry, did you know that? Garlic, Ginger, Turmeric, Coriander, Cumin, and Chilli.

She finishes stirring, adds salt and pepper, and puts the lid on the dish.

Alicia: Similarly, there are seven basic components to solving a crime; victim, location, method, outcome, motive, opportunity, and perpetrator. We have four of the seven already, and I’ve been working on the other three.

She turns the heat down on the stove, and walks into the living room. Dave sees that Helena is sitting in a bouncy harness, carefully assembled in one of the interior door frames, and testing out her poise and balance. Riccardo is enjoying some quality time in a small playpen, batting about the pieces of a mobile suspended above him to see what noises they make.

Dave: What age are the little rascals now anyway?

Alicia: Six months. Don’t ask me where the time’s gone... it really has just flown by.

Alicia picks up a sheet of paper from the coffee table. Dave sees that it resembles a project chart, with a list of names vertically down one side, and a timeline across the top. Each person has a horizontal bar on the chart, which is coloured green, yellow, red, or a combination of colours.

Alicia: I started by looking at opportunity. I’ve cobbled together this chart by watching a tape of the show where you were attacked, and filling in the times when there is evidence of people being in certain places. The green areas on the chart are where people were either on screen wrestling, or cutting promos. I’ve also added some information from Charlotte where she can corroborate that people were either setting up for camera pieces or were talking to her off the record. Likewise, Chloe gave me a rundown of who was booked to see Ginger that day, what time they actually showed up, and when they left. All of these sources are pretty robust, in my opinion.

She then points to a yellow area, assigned to her own name.

Alicia: The yellow areas are the time periods when I have information on where people may have been, but which I can’t independently verify as yet. My own location at the time of the attack being a case in point. I know that I was outside making a phone call to Victor at around that time, but I’ve no way of proving it.

Dave looks at the area of the chart framed by thick black lines; the approximate half-hour period when the attack took place. There are several people with yellow against their names... and a couple with red.

Dave: Let me guess. The red lines are the people who we have no clue about?

Alicia: Right.

Dave sighs. Alicia has taken out most of the long shots, but the time graph shows that there are still a good seven or eight people seriously in the frame.

Alicia: The second element I’ve been looking at is motive. On the surface, a lot of people got really very pissed at you on that night. But the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that this wasn’t a purely opportunistic attack. I went back to the place it happened, last Monday; it’s not a classic ambush spot, it’s too frequently used by people taking short-cuts to the back entrance. To strike you from behind, the person responsible almost certainly had to follow you from elsewhere in the building. Maybe this is the first place where the two of you were alone.

Dave: Thought we were, anyway. Apparently.

Alicia nods.

Alicia: Yes... I was just getting to that Freeman. He’s a huge complicating factor in this.

She runs a hand through her hair, which is gradually lengthening toward her shoulders.

Dave: You think he’s telling the truth?

Alicia: He could be. It’s not necessarily a good thing, though, if he is. He might know who attacked you because it was him.

Dave’s eyebrows raise slightly.

Alicia: One thing we can be certain of is that he possesses more than enough pent-up rage to do the kind of damage which you suffered on that night. He is also meticulous and capable of playing a long game in order to get what he wants. And he also uses stooges; even if he wasn’t directly responsible, he could quite easily have got someone else to do the dirty work. I’d say that, in the absence of someone else with a bigger motivation which you’re not telling me about, Freeman should be our #1 suspect.

Dave: Makes a lot of sense. You hear that little speech he gave last week about me? And, on top of that, I'm facing him in the match tonight. Guess I'll have to keep an eye on him....

Alicia: I don’t want us to jump to conclusions, Dave, but I think it would be worth your while to pay attention to all the guys in this match. You’re in the match in the first place because of your strength as a competitor; and with the current roster crop, there is a nasty tendency for wanting to eliminate competition rather than simply overcome it. See how your opponents react to you – are they primarily focused on winning, or do any of them seem particularly interested in giving you a beating? Most people struggle to control strong emotions – and whoever attacked you will certainly feel them again if they come into close proximity.

She hands over the chart to Dave.

Alicia: I’m going to search through the various video sites and see if I can pick up fan footage of the time we’re most interested in. It might allow us to eliminate one or two people from the list.

Dave looks at the chart, and exhales slowly.

Dave: Why is it that Hollywood makes these things look so easy. I mean, if this was a movie, we'd have caught the bastard by now.

Alicia nods, sympathetically.

Alicia: I know. I’ll keep working at it, champ. Listen... you’ve got a great opportunity tonight, a chance to get a shot at the ACW Title. Keep your eyes and ears keen... but don’t let the past get in the way of your future, ok?

She glances up at the clock on the wall.

Alicia: I guess you’d better go, warm-ups and all that stuff to do.

Dave: Yeah. I’ll call if I think of anything else that might help. Listen....Thanks.

Their eyes meet for a second, before they look away. Their difference in ethos still forms a wall between them... but maybe it’s starting to get one or two cracks.

Alicia shows him out. As he walks down the drive, Dave glances back and sees Alicia through the window, standing with her back to him, holding Riccardo over her shoulder. Riccardo looks at Dave with big eyes, and then unexpectedly smiles at him.

For a fleeting moment, Dave Shadow wonders what it will be like to hold his own child one day... and also remembers how close he came to having no future at all. Feeling rather sobered, he returns to his car, more determined than ever to identify his assailant.

But, what then?

It’s a question he won’t be able to answer until that moment arrives.

Fade.

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Help Needed
Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red


Mr. Red is in the cafeteria, oddly Thunder Train is nowhere to be seen and the food selection seems relatively full...maybe he’s not arrived yet? Anyway I’m getting off the point. Red casually browses the selection on offer, he picks up a chocolate muffin and after a quick inspection – you gotta check that there’s enough chocolate chips in these things – he seems pretty satisfied with his choice. A moment later Red feels a tap on his shoulder and he turns around to see BJ Jefferson staring at him.

BJ: We need to talk.

Red: Oh?

BJ: It’s Jack. He’s dangerous, a complete loose cannon and unstable to boot, you gotta help me take him out.

Red: Sorry, man. I can't help you. I know you think he is a changed dude. . . but I know he is still my old tag team partner. I think he is a powerful ally and all I have to do is convince him that.

BJ: Are you crazy? Did you see what he did to me?! He not only attacked me but he sliced open the face of Mizuki, she’s scarred for life thanks to him. As for the PPV, I dread to think what would’ve happened if you hadn’t intervened. I don’t see how you can think he’s the same man. He’s deadly and he needs to be stopped. You need to stop looking at the positives and accept the reality!

Red: We are all deadly forces. I am going to go out right now and show you what a force I am against Andrew Black. Then I am going to seek out and convince him to team with me to take down the damn Untouchables.

BJ: Didn’t you learn from last time you spoke to him? He doesn’t care about your crusade against The Untouchables, hell he teamed with Dan White last week against your advice, what makes you think you’ll be able to get through to him when I couldn’t?

Red: I don’t know. I just know I have to try. We were a team once and we can be again, I know it. You’ve got him totally wrong.

BJ: Don’t be so naive, that’s exactly what I thought and look where that got me! You seem to be forgetting that he threatened you only 4 days ago. Trust me, if you keep this attitude you’ll live to regret it.

With his words still ringing in Red’s ears BJ walks away, leaving Red to continue selecting his lunch. Clearly mulling over BJ’s words of advice Red absentmindedly picks up a bottle of Gatorade and shuffles down the counter to where the till is in order to pay. Question is, will Red take BJ’s advice or will he decide that he knows best?


Fade to Black

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Segment: Smoking Like A Chimney (Credit: Sarin / Yoko / Rattlesnake)

Sarin's life is in cigarettes: two to wake up, one after Yoga, three during her parole meetings, one after her me-time. Regimented, her day feels more digestible, like adding sugar to the proverbial teaspoon of medicine. She numbers her activities in nicotine, and nicotine responds kindly enough.

Thumbing through Vogue shortly after me-time, Sarin lights up and shacks her feet up on the locker room sofa. In the opposite corner, Yuki sniffs the air pointedly.

Yuki: Sarin.

She looks up from her magazine. Even with the dark kohl applied to her eyes Yuki can make out circles ridging Sarin's once-flawless skin.

Sarin: Hm?

Yuki: The cigarette. The smoke makes me nauseous.

Her eyes drift back to the fashion, and she wordlessly puts out the cigarette in an ash tray with plenty of debris. Yuki closes her laptop and scoots her chair closer to the couch.

Yuki: Sarin. I thought you were supposed to meet Rattlesnake for drinks.

Sarin: I cancelled. I'm not feeling well.

Yuki: You do look tired. It's the circles--I can tell. Use teabags; they work like a charm. My mother showed me how you--

Sarin: --how you apply them, yes, Yuki. You've told me this before.

She had not looked up from the pages of Vogue. Not ready to be cowed so easily, Yuki clears her throat and drags her seat further up toward Sarin's languid form.

Yuki: If you're so knowledgeable in the ways of the teabag, why do your eyes look like tree-rings?

A page turns. Sarin's finger cuts on the edge.

Yuki: Could it be that you no longer care about impressing your boyfriend?

Sarin's brows raise.

Yuki: ...or that you'd rather not come anywhere near his teabag--ow!

Yuki batted away the magazine before it could hit her face, but the back of her wrist still hurt. Vogue's spine is thick.

Sarin: So not fair.

Yuki: Hmph. You're right. It's not fair, for Rattlesnake. He's been nothing but supportive since you've returned, but you might as well still be in the slammer with the range of emotion your displaying here.

Sarin: I...I have a lot on my mind. Where are my cigarettes?

Yuki swipes them before Sarin can reach. The older woman glares, rather close to wielding a full-on pout.

Yuki: Remember? Me, nauseous reaction to cigarette smoke? Remember? Rattlesnake, your charming boyfriend, eagerly awaiting your arrival back at the hotel?

Sarin: It's a lot more complicated than that, Yuki.

Yuki: Seems pretty simple to me.

Throwing her arms up in the air, Sarin huffs and leans back into the sofa.

Sarin: Well, it's not. I spent the better part of a year in a community of women. Sure, several of them have a few less teeth embedded in their coked-out gums thanks to me, but I loved them all the same. There was a complicit understanding--a, a, a connection. We were together by the dint of the blood we spilled. And as crazy as that sounds, a part of me wishes I could have that feeling back.

Yuki pauses, tilting her head to the side, brows furrowed.

Yuki: Huh. Why not make the same connection with Snake?

Sarin: What do you mean?

Yuki: He has spilled blood. Legally, of course, but so have you. That's a connection. And it's something most people don't have the pleasure of experiencing. I know I barely got to.

Sarin extends a hand, and Yuki takes it, feeling a warm squeeze.

Sarin: One day, Yuki. The 'sisterhood' will have you, when you're ready. I promise you that.

Before Yuki can respond, the door swings open. Rattlesnake enters. If he was the sort of man that would wring his hands during states of duress, his hands would be wringing off the hook. As it is, he merely stomps forward a bit more aggressive than usual.

Rattlesnake: Sarin. We need to talk.

Sarin: Uh, yes?

Rattlesnake: I know I haven't been the easiest guy to hang around with as of late. I don't mean to come off as hyper-jealous when I hear you're working with Yoko. I just care about you so much--I don't want to see you get hurt, and I want you to myself at all times. So if you're planning on breaking up with me, please know that things will get better from here on out, I promise you, and mmmffghghh...

She had strode over and silenced him with a long, wet kiss. Yuki shut her eyes and plugged her ears.

Yuki: Ugh. Not this again...

As Sarin engages in another spirited tongue-wrestling match with her boyfriend, Yuki can't help but think that she won't need another cigarette after Snake's through with her.

Fade.

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Segment: 4 Pints of Lager and a Packet of King Royles (Credit: Dan White & Andrew Starr)

The camera fades in to the backstage, and there is a quadro of men sitting around in a pub. It’s a familiar pub, one that we all recognise, with its carpet wallpapers and mahogany furnishing. It is of course, the local for the Welsh Dragon Dan White, who is greeted with a pop from the crowd, and is alongside The Royles, and his tag team partner Andrew Starr. All four are sipping pints, and discussing what could be a monumental day for the four.

Dan White: Right then lads, are we ready for tonight?

The other trio look at each other with great confidence.

Biggin: Aye man, we’re looking forward to kicking their arses.

McGroin: Aye, it should be a queer treat like. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on those fucking Capitalists for a good while now man. They beat us before Omega Effect V, and I’m not ready to let them do it again. Especially with that fat bastard on their team.

Starr: Yeah, that Naoru, or Kaura, or whatever his name is. I don’t understand his beef, man. I mean, what the hell has he got fighting with us?

Dan White: I dunno, like. But it’s pissing me off. So I want all three of you to be on your game tonight, right? And I’ll be about to make sure that Senator and Phenomenal don’t make their mark on the match. I’m really not arsed at all to deal with those two. Just go out, and kick their arse. It doesn’t even matter about the win, just make sure they know who they’re messing with, and that they’re not going to have it as easy as they thought they would. They though by ambushing us on Warfare then they had us on the bag. But as a team, we proved them wrong. So we’re gonna go all out, and take them down. Is everyone alright with that?

The Royles: YEAH!!

Starr: Sure thing, Dan. Just make sure that I manage to get my mits onto Nokaka. He’s pissed me right off, ever since the attack at 7 Deadly Sins. I’m actually surprised that you’re not more bothered Dan, to be honest.

Attention turns to Dan. He carefully sips his pint, taking time to answer Starr.

Dan White: Well, I’ve been occupied. I finally have a World title shot, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to let this chance slip by. I’ve been waiting far too long for a chance, far far too long. It’s pretty much my first chance since I came back. My concentration is elsewhere. But believe me, if I could get my hands on Kaoru, I would smash his face into a wall so hard that he’d become a brick.

There’s laughter amongst the table, as Dan lets out a smirk.

Biggin: Howay then, we should start going to the arena. Our match is....in about 5 minutes.

McGroin & Starr: ....SHIT!!

The trio all quickly gulp as much of their pint down their throats as they can, before scarpering off out of the bar. Dan just smirks, knowing that he’s not in action until later that night. He happily sips his pint, as the camera fades.

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Segment: Stay (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)

Sometimes friends fight. It's inevitable, especially if love gets involved, as it has with Sarin Rossi and Yoko Satoshi.

Sarin is cleaning up their old locker room, the spot of their recent fight, when Yoko walks in.

Sarin: You came back. Look, I hung up new chains the way you like.

Yoko walks over and hugs her tightly.

Yoko: I don't care about the chains! I'm so sorry I left you alone!

Sarin: You couldn't have known they-

Yoko: But I should have known it was a trap, you'd never... I'm so stupid. London and Zero could have hurt you bad...

Sarin: But they didn't, I'm fine. I don't blame you, Yoko. They played your emotions to create an opening.

Yoko: They won't again. I won't leave you vulnerable again.

Sarin: So our partnership is intact, even though...

Yoko: Yes. I may not like your boyfriend, but that doesn't involve me. I won't let it destroy Flower Power.

Sarin: I'm glad.

Sarin smiles. Yoko ends the hug, having just realized she forgot to let go.

Sarin: Hey, I don't know about you, but right now, I could reeeeaaallllllyyy go for some, you know, REVENGE.

Yoko: My thoughts exactly. They'll pay their penance in gold. Tonight. Even if I have to use my free title shot.

Sarin: Then we need to see Ginger immediately!

They head out.

London and Zero may have made a critical mistake by angering Yoko...

End Segment.

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Match 2: Kaoru Hanayama & The Capitalists vs. Andrew Starr & The Royles

With the industrial-strength boozing that’s preceded this match, it’s a wonder that Pat McGroin is in any fit state to start for his team, much less against a fired-up Fitzharris. But as the crowd settles, McGroin seems to find his groove first, and works Fitzharris over with a series of blows which make up in power for their slight lack of precision. Fitzharris falls back to his corner, where Kalb assists with a sneaky eye-rake when McGroin gets too close. Swearing profusely, McGroin swings wildly, missing Fitzharris and allowing the Capitalist to get behind him and execute a German Suplex, setting up a quick pin. McGroin breaks out, rolling over and getting back to his feet to hit Fitzharris with a low kick to his gut. He whips Fitzharris to the ropes, and Fitzharris rebounds into a tilt-a-whirl slam which gets a big cheer from the crowd.

The match continues in a similar vein for another minute or so, until McGroin takes a heavy elbow to the side of the head and opts to bring in Starr. The crowd definitely wants to see this, and Starr doesn’t disappoint them, venting some of his frustrations over recent events and hammering Fitzharris with aplomb. Kalb is itching to get into the ring, but as he calls for the tag, he is overshadowed by the bulk of Kaoru, and Fitzharris tags the solidly-muscular enforcer into the match. To his credit, Starr doesn’t allow his new foe to intimidate him, but he’s about the only person in the arena to maintain their cool; the crowd can feel the malevolence drifting from the young man now approaching the veteran across the ring.

Kaoru comes in hard and fast, methodical in his merciless approach, and practically floors Starr with a swinging lariat, not quite his feared Goliath, but fierce nonetheless. Starr, however, bounces back, and takes offence at Kaoru appropriating a move which he is justly famous for. Abandoning usual form, he smashes Kaoru with the Andrew Starr Lariat; the crowd whoops, but Kaoru is far too strong to be subdued for more than a few seconds, and kicks out after a 2 count.

Starr is not adverse to kicking a man when he’s down, and he tries to plant a shocker between the ribs of Kaoru as the big man lies on the mat, but Kaoru brings his speed into play and leaps up, slipping behind Starr and clubbing him in the back of the head. The crowd yells out as Kaoru attempts the Goliath Driver...

...but the Royles have seen enough, and without any heed of the referee, they charge into the ring, disrupting the fight and laying into the strongest link of the Senatorial team. For a moment, it looks as if Kalb and Fitzharris will turn tail... but evidently they fear the wrath of the Senator more than that of their rivals, and they wade in, making the chaos complete. The referee has no control, and can only call for the bell to make the match a no-contest.

It takes a good dozen burly security team members to split the sides, and when they finally do, the Royles and Starr look satisfied with their delivery of Dan’s brief. It doesn’t look like their opponents will forget this meeting for a while...

Fade to the break.

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Segment: Let's Make a Deal! (Credit: Train and Cheng)

We open backstage in ACW in an empty hallway. It's so quiet that you could probably hear a pin drop if you listened closely enough. Suddenly, Thunder Train steps into view dressed up as a cowboy for this showdown. Nobody knows why. He looks around with his eyes squinted some then spits into a nearby spittoon. He looks down the hallway and sees Cheng there as well. The two begin to walk down the hallway cautiously as to not start something. They meet up in the middle and begin talking.

Jake Cheng: Hello Train.

Thunder Train: I wish I could say the same for you.

Jake Cheng: What?

Thunder Train: Where is Thighs? I know that you kidnapped her when she was all alone last week.

Jake Cheng: Oh, you will get Thunder Thighs. Just as soon as you give me something in return.

Thunder Train: What do you want?

Jake Cheng: I want that championship that you seem to be carrying around for some reason. It doesn't belong to you and you are disgracing the integrity of the title!

Thunder Train: If I knew what those words meant I would disagree with you. But I don't so I disagree with you.

Jake Cheng: What? Are you going to give me the title or not?

Thunder Train: Why should I give you the title? I know you already broke Thunder Thighs heart once before.

Jake Cheng: Balls....well then I'll make it worse. Then you can come in for the kill....With your penis.

Thunder Train: YES I WILL! You know what, it doesn't matter, here is your stupid championship back.

Train reaches to his belt and unlatches the championship. Wait a second, he was WEARING it? Must have put a Mark Henry extension on it or something. Sheesh....Anyway, Train hands the title back to Cheng who inspects it for any signs that it has been eaten or dipped in chocolate or something like that.

Thunder Train: Alright, there's my half of the deal, now where's Thighs?

Jake Cheng: Dunno...

Thunder Train: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? YOU SAID YOU WOULD GIVE HER BACK AFTER YOU GOT THE TITLE!

Jake Cheng: Yes, except that I haven't seen her since I fucked her.

Thunder Train: W-what? If that's the case, I want that title back!

Jake Cheng: I don't think so. Later idiot.

And with that remark Cheng turns around and begins dashing away. He has outsmarted Train! Not that doing it is difficult, but he still did it. Train attempts to go after him but loses wind after about 10 feet. He stops to catch his breath and Thunder Lawyer walks up behind him.

Thunder Lawyer: What are you doing?

Thunder Train: Cheng...took...the...title...

Thunder Lawyer: What? How did he do that?

Thunder Train: He...said that...he would...give...back...Thighs...

Thunder Lawyer: Oh that's great I guess. Considering Thighs is over there....

Thunder Lawyer points over to a vending machine with Thunder Thighs standing in front of it getting a chocolate bar. She hits B7 and down the chocolate falls. Train's expression changes to RAGE again as he goes over to her.

Thunder Train: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

Thunder Thighs: What? I'm just getting some chocolate.

Thunder Train: I thought you went running back to Cheng.

Thunder Thighs: J-J-J-J-J-J-JAKE! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Thunder Train: Oh great, SHUT UP! Listen, you aren't going to leave our side until this mess is over with, understand?

Thunder Thighs: Fine....

Thunder Train: Good, now we need to plan to get that title back.

The trio head back tot he locker room to figure out a plan. Sure, Cheng has the championship for now, but how long can he hold it? With Train's intense planning techniques it's only a matter of time before he steals it back.

Fade.

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(Title: Claiming the Town 4/7)
(Credit: Chris Phenomenal)

Milton Smith: Boss, we’re good to go. He doesn’t expect a thing, With that Milton hangs up the phone, and not a second later, the sound of a gun shot fills the air and Milton drops to the floor, a gun shot wound right in the side of the skull having killed him obviously on impact. Chris steps out of the bedroom door that had shut earlier and throws the pills at Milton Smith. Chris Phenomenal: You son of a bitch.

The scene opens with Chris Phenomenal putting the last strap together on his Kevlar vest and pulls out his familiar handgun, clicking the safety off as a number of men in the room are awaiting his word. Chris looks out the window, waiting almost as if looking for something before turning his attention back to the men as there is a click heard, a sawed off shot gun being popped back out making sure it’s working. Chris pauses for the man to turn his focus back to him before beginning in.

Chris Phenomenal: I don’t know how many men are coming, I don’t know there specs, how many automatic weapons they have, all I know is that they’re not going to be prepared for what’s going to happen. As soon as we are doing here, Chaz, Jaden, you have the roof on the south side but don’t shoot at a vehicle, we’re going to catch them by surprise. Nick, James, you’ve got the west side roof, ready to roll in from behind as they enter, we know they’re coming after me and they’re going to be able to get me. I’m going to be positioned right in the thick of things.

Chris looks at one man who is giving him a questioning glance before Chris points at the mirror on the wall, a telling glance revealing a hidden part of their plan.

Chris Phenomenal: Everyone else is going to be situated around all four entry ways and as soon as they enter unload your fire, I don’t expect Kamikaze to be getting involved in this, he doesn’t live up to his name. Once you guys on the outside hear gunfire, you’re job is to swoop in from behind and cut off any areas of retreat, we’re going to make sure they have nowhere to go. Any adult shoot to kill, any kid, shoot in the gun arm. If anyone of you is hit, get out, we don’t need any loss in numbers, not at this time at least because we still have to go and get Kamikaze. I expect they’re five minutes out so every body, get to your places.

With that everyone breaks off, Chris lagging behind making sure that no one else has infiltrated the ranks. Once everyone has cleared off and Chris is satisfied that everything is a go he heads for the door before stopping in his tracks for a brief moment.

Chris Phenomenal:

[/color] NO! hang in there you can’t go, you can’t die. Damn it LeShawn hang in there.

The scene opens with Chris Porter standing just in front of the basketball courts at Rucker Park. His white t-shirt has been stained crimson by the blood of his friend LeShawn as he frantically works to staunch the blood flow from his chest. A shell casing lies in front of them as Chris face is filled with tears, his best friend having taken a bullet to the chest for him.

Chris Phenomenal:[/color] LeShawn I’m here, hang in there, we’ll get you to the hospital.

LeShawn: Chris, I’m not making it.[/color]

Chris Phenomenal:[/color] Yes you are you fucking son of a bitch

LeShawn: Chris I’m done, but you got to promise me one thing.[/color]

Chris Phenomenal:[/color] Anything.

LeShawn: Don’t harden yourself, try and escape, you got a great chance to do something, to not be a hood rat. Listen to me, I don’t have regrets, I did what I had to do to survive, and I didn’t sell myself short. If you resign yourself to this life though than you are selling yourself short, you can be something, ya feel me.[/color]

Chris Phenomenal:[/color] Yeah I feel, hang on LeShawn. I can hear the sirens, there closer, one more minute

LeShawn: Chris I’m done.[/color]

With that LeShawn’s eyes close, and his head drops as all signs of life vanish from his body, the bullet having been lethal. Within ten seconds the ambulance pulls into view, and the paramedics hop out trying to pull LeShawn out of Chris’ grasp.

Chris Phenomenal:[/color] He can’t be dead, this isn’t fucking happening, mother fucker wake up, come on, COME ON.

The paramedics plead with Chris saying they might be able to save him if he just lets go.

Chris Phenomenal:[/color] He’s dead, He’s dead.[/td][/tr][/table]

Chris looks at the clock noticing that a minute has elapsed while he was stuck reminiscing, when all of the sudden it hits him.

Chris Phenomenal: SON OF A BITCH!!!

It’s obvious that Chris has just realized something, the memory having obviously placed the idea into his brain, or at least given him a hint.

Chris Phenomenal: EVERYONE, GET OUT! THE BUILDING IS GONNA BLOW!

Immediately Chris starts running, gun in hand as he runs down the first flight of stairs, continuing to yell to the heavens it seems for people to run out, the clues having been laid one by one, Milton knew that Chris wasn’t going to take the pills, he knew that Chris would have heard him and assumed that Kamikaze would be bringing in a gang to take him down but instead it was Milt all along, he had lingered for a moment too long in the basement, saying he had to check something out and missing just now Chris realized was his briefcase, an easy place to store enough C4 with a timer to bring down the building. Down another flight of stairs Chris runs, reaching the second to last floor as he can see people filtering out through the emergency exit. Chris runs down the corridor to the final flight of stairs, taking them three at a time, having been at the highest part of the building hoping he is to be the last person out. Reaching the floor Chris heads in a dead sprint and within five feet of the door an earth shattering blast is heard as Chris is thrown out the door way before quickly getting to his feet as all around him the building is coming down, sprinting as far away as possible before looking back at the building now in rubble as his phone rings. Chris answers it immediately as another explosion is heard.

Voice: I would advise you drop what ever you are doing Chris, I know far more about you than anyone else. I knew once you realized I was around you’d come after me so I’ve taken the liberty of recreating one of your past adventures. I’m sure you understand what I am speaking of.

With that a click is heard as the face of Chris has gone pasty white, as the ghosts of Chris’ past once again come back to him, but this time the scene fades away.[/font]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Step It Up

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Credit: VorteX[/center]

The lights in the ACW arena dim and “Out of the Ashes” hits as Vortex once again appears at the top of the entrance ramp. Unlike his previous entrances, he now carries his signature ladder over one shoulder, looking intent on making a statement with it. Vortex does not stop like last week; instead, he proceeds down to the ring. Vortex pushes the ladder under the ropes to the middle of the ring, slides under himself, takes a microphone, and begins to speak.

Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.

The crowd cheers, for they know seeing the ladder out here means more ‘entertainment’ for them.

Vortex: As you all know, my challenge was answered last week, by ACW management. I faced—and beat—Rena in a hardcore match.

Vortex looks down at his ladder as the crowd cheers.

Vortex: The fact of the matter is, those of you backstage need to step it up. While the match was entertaining, I hardly broke a sweat.

Vortex continues to stare down at the ladder, and the crowd noise falls to near silence.

Vortex: Some of you may say, well Rena is a woman. My reply? Atomic Kitsune is also a woman, and she has been in a hell of many hardcore matches. Not only has she been in them, she’s won them. Rena, I assume you like many other mid-carders has their eye my entertainment championship. If you ever want to take it from me, you are going to have to try a HELL of a lot harder.

The crowd roars to life once more, as Vortex takes his eyes off the ladder and begins pacing the ring.

Vortex: I am truly interested to see who exactly is going to make a decent attempt at beating me at my own game…that is hardcore matches. For practically my entire wrestling career, I have been competing in hardcore matches, so my pain tolerance is a little above average. This is not to say I rely on the ‘gimmick’, if you want to face me one on one in a standard singles match that’s fine by me.

Vortex continues to pace the ring and the crowd stirs.

Vortex: As I said before, I will not be an idle champion. Gold is not meant to sit on…gold is meant to defend. All I have is one question…WHO’S NEXT?

Vortex drops the microphone, picks up the ladder, and holds it above his head. The crowd roars, and Vortex stands for a few moments in the ring before throwing the ladder over the top and exiting himself. The ladder bounces around a couple of times before coming to a rest at the bottom of the ramp, and Vortex walks over to the ladder, picks it up and walks backstage as the camera fades.

Fade.

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Match: Andrew Black vs. Mr. Red
(Credit: Mark)

In this battle of the colors, both men start tentatively with one another. Red got the advantage first, htting a quick eye poke then going to work with some chops and punches. Black held his ground, though, and retaliated with some swift kicks to Red's midsection and a corner monkey flip. Red was then about to be struck with the Instant KO but he quickly fought out of it with a counter of a head scissors. Black was stunned long enough to be hit with a swinging DDT and Red was now in control. Red continued to keep his momentum, getting a 2.9 off of a springboard moonsault. Black was then locked into the Red-Eye but he fought out of it and delivered a vicious Exploding Knee when Red charged at him. Red was then hit with the Speed Bag punches and then locked into the DDT into guillotine choke. Red made it to the ropes and when Black went to capitalize, Red soon utilized the Code Red for yet another 2.9. Red then prepared for the Cincinatti Swing but Black ducked under, held onto Red's legs and delivered the Instant KO for the win.