Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd September 2009

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Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd September 2009

Schedule of Matches:
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Jeff Andrews vs. Gary

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EOTR Qualifying Match
Mystery Opponent vs. Alex Trixer

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Jonny Hughes vs. Jonny Spade

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EOTR Qualifying Match
Dave Shadow vs. The Red Panther

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VorteX vs. Jason Freeman

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Thunder Train vs. Michael Smart

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The first show after a PPV can sometimes be a bit of an anti-climax. But not in ACW; there are as many plans as there are wrestlers to hatch them, and tonight sees a new phase in several such schemes.

One man in particular has made an early start on this front....

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(Title: One Last Shot 1/7
(Credit: Chris Phenomenal)

--The following occurs the night after Heatwave--

The scene opens inside of the Shelby GT Convertible of Chris Phenomenal, peering over a cliff as the sounds of sirens can be heard in the distance. As Chris raises his hand to his mouth, the last remnants of a joint can be scene and with one final inhale Chris flings the drops the butt into the drink holder.

Chris Phenomenal: One foe vanquished in Rattlesnake, finally I’ve proven to the masses that his time has come to pass. I showed tonight that despite the odds being stacked against me I can win, that I can come out on top. There will be no more second guessing whether I truly am the future, now it is just a matter of proving it.

Chris leans back in his seat as a few stares can be seen in the air, the big dipper visible to the educated eye.

Chris Phenomenal: What did I really accomplish however in defeating Rattlesnake, did I end the career really for him as I spoke of, or did I do it for selfish reasons, to add a proverbial notch in my belt. Why, why.

Again, a pause.

Chris Phenomenal: It’s quite simple though really, momentum, I’ve set myself up for a grand ride into Emperor of the Ring, ready to ride the lightning. I feel as if I’ve made it so I can’t fail, I’ve paved my path for success.

Chris reaches behind him into the back seat and pulls out a bottle of water, drinking about a third of it as he soaks in the night air as well as the rush of the high.

Chris Phenomenal: Senators gone however, the leader fallen at the hands of the Welsh Dragon. Gone with it is my title shot, the man who’s been a mentor to me over the past three months, a father figure if you will.

Chris stares down at the smoldering remnants of the joint, the last wisps of smoke filling the car.

Chris Phenomenal: From there, who knows were we go. Maybe it’s good for me, giving me my first time in ACW on my own, initially with the Mega Star Alliance, then with the Senatorial Stable. There’s so much to consider though, I mean, Jonny Hughes and I could become tag team champions if I chose, the Emperor of the Ring tournament starts Thursday, who really knows what I should do?

Chris reaches into a small bag beside him and pulls out another joint, grabbing a match out of the book and then setting the joint alight. He takes a deep inhale, holding in the smoke for a while before letting it flow out slowly.

Chris Phenomenal: [So many obstacles stand in my way however, every time I try and knock one down it comes back, and another one stands in my way. I’ve tried my hardest to get to this point but now, who knows what is going to happen, it’s all a big crapshoot.

Chris stops for a moment and then turns and looks at the seat beside him as his face drops a little bit.

Chris Phenomenal: Does it matter though if you’re still missing. I know I still have a lot to do to get you back, a lot of things I would rather not do but I have too. I need to get you back no matter what happens.

Another puff of the joint.

Chris Phenomenal: There’s not going to be anyone to stand in my way, no one else is going to stop me, Emperor of the Ring, Paige back, ACW World Champion, everything is going to be mine in the end. I’m going to make it just like I said I would, the ghetto kid ascending to the top of the world.

The scene begins to fade away as Chris reclines the seat to lying down as he takes another puff, closing his eyes for a brief moment, firm in his resolve.

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One More Chance?
By Dave Shadow and Jason Freeman

As we come back from commercial, the camera fades in and shows the ACW arena, where all the fans are looking up towards the ramp to see who the next superstar coming out will be. They don’t have to wait long to find out, and boy! Are they disappointed! “Voodoo Child” by the Rogue Traders hits the speakers, as the announcer introduces the man who walks through the curtains.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the International Champion....DAVE SHADOW!

The arena erupts into a chorus of boos as Dave walks out, the IN title placed firmly around his waist. After taking a few steps, he stops suddenly and mocks the crowd by faking surprise at their negative reaction. He laughs and continues walking down the ramp, making sure to avoid any outstretched hands; no one allowed to touch him for fear they may steal his amazing gifts somehow, a king recoiling away from hungry peasants.

He climbs up the ring steps, picking up a microphone on the way, and clambers through the ropes. He poses for the crowd as his music dies down. The crowd chant obscenities at him, but Dave just seems to be amused by them. He laughs and brings the mic up to his mouth.

Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, perhaps you didn’t hear him? Perhaps you missed the pay per view? Perhaps you thought that my downfall was an inevitability, and that I stood no chance in hell? Well, if you did, well then let me reintroduce myself. STILL the International Champion...Dave Shadow!

Dave puts the microphone down from his mouth and let’s a big smirk spread across his face. The crowd are on their feet, booing and jeering, the camera cutting to various kids and adults who hurl abuse at the champion. As it cuts back to Dave, he repositions the title belt on his shoulder, eyeing it up just long enough so that everyone’s attention is drawn to it. He wants everyone to know just who the champion is.

Dave: See, I told you all that I would make examples of Jack Jefferson and Jason Freeman, and I did. My title reign has been one where the odds are constantly stacked against me. No one thought I could fend off the monster that was Thundertrain. But I did. No one thought I could wake up in time to face Alicia, and certainly no one thought I’d be ready to fight her and win. But I did. And then again, last Sunday, everyone wrote the result off. I saw the chatter among fans online, I talked to them on the street. I had to worry about not one but TWO amazing ACW athletes.

Jack Jefferson. The master of manipulation, the puppeteer of the mind games. Everyone thought he was in my head, and that he had already won psychologically. And I’ll admit. For quite a while, he was in my head. But he missed one crucial fact, one fact which cost him oh so dearly. I’m a cocky, arrogant, egotistical son of a bitch, and I know exactly what I am capable of. He may have been in my head, but inside, he should have seen that I knew how good I am. There was no weakness to prey on, no doubts to exploit. And when push came to shove, I knocked his ass down and covered him. 1. 2. 3.

And then there was Jason Freeman, the self proclaimed God of the ACW ring. Freeman thought that he’d outsmart me, that he’d take advantage of a situation I found myself in, and use it to his own benefit. I’ll admit. I think that’s pretty ingenious. I don’t appreciate it was at my expense, but I’ll give credit where credit is due. Freeman obviously wanted a title shot badly, and he showed he cared enough to actually do something about it. But he too learnt a valuable lesson. I’m not just a pretty face. And there’s no outsmarting me.

Dave grins some more, as the crowd continue to boo loudly. He’s got them eating out of the palm of his hand, and he knows it. The crowd despise his arrogance, and the air has only increased with his latest victory.

Dave: So then, it’s time to move on, time to look forward at things to come. So, let me now officially announce that I, Dave Shadow, fully plan on entering and winning the Emperor of the Rin....

Before Dave can finish the sentence though, he gets cut off by some familiar music. ”Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers, and the crowd boos. Jason Freeman is on his way to the ring, microphone in hand. Despite the fact that he was unsuccessful in winning the International Championship he doesn’t seem in too bad a mood. He begins to speak as soon as he reaches the ramp.

Freeman: Dave…Dave…Why don’t you hold it right there. Now, I hear you talking about how you taught me a lesson? Pray, what lesson would THAT be? Because maybe you should explain it right to my face. There’s no outsmarting you? I hate to break it to you Dave, but I DID outsmart you. You fell right into my hands, and despite the fact that I had absolutely no evidence to support my claims you still gave me what I wanted. I don’t blame you. If I didn’t think that you would react the way I needed you to I wouldn’t have bothered trying. Don’t you attempt to save face, however, by claiming that your victory in that match proves that you outsmarted me. You ARE still the International Champion Dave, but not because you beat ME. You pinned Jefferson, the weak link in our match. I had you down, Dave. I hit you with my shining axe kick, and I had you beat. I had the International Champion beat. You won by luck, and luck alone.

Dave: Oh, do do me a favour Freeman and shut up. You want to argue over who won, let's go and look at the record books. Because if you open that up,a nd flick to the page where the results of Heatwave are written down, you will see a massive letter "W" positioned right beside my name, and at the end of the day, that's all that matters. I won, you lost. There's no ifs, ands or maybes. There is only the final result, and that result was "Dave Shadow - Winner!"

By now, Freeman has made his way down to the ring, and he continues to speak as he climbs the steps, and goes through the ropes.

Freeman: That may very well be, Dave. We’ll agree to disagree here. I think it can be agreed on however that there is a bit of a dispute here. We likely aren’t going to see eye to eye. It’s quite the situation to be sure, but luckily there IS a solution. All we have to do to settle this Dave, is have ourselves a match that cannot BE disputed. A one-on-one match. You’re a confident man, and you should have no trouble putting that belt on the line once more. After all, it works out for both of us. On my end, it gives me another shot at the belt, but there is something in it for you too! As long as things continue as they are, you are going to be a disputed champion. You may talk about your accomplishments, and you may talk about your title defenses, but there will still be a shadow of a doubt in everybody’s mind. The great Dave Shadow was only able to defend his belt against Freeman by chucking him outside of the ring. You can set all of this right, Dave! You can make all of that doubt vanish. All you have to do is defeat me, and defend your belt. Then, you can truly feel like a winner. Because that shadow of a doubt is not just in the fans’ minds. You may not admit it, but I know. It’s in your mind too. You don’t know whether you can beat me or not one-on-one. The choice is simple and easy, Dave. Do the right thing.

Freeman’s words are carefully chosen, and he makes sure no emotion shines through. He simply waits for Shadow’s response.

Dave: Bull. Shit. I'm not a "disputed" champion. I won that match, fair and square as per the rules laid down by the rulebook. You know what, Freeman? No. I learned too much about you this past month. I learned too much about who you are.

Freeman: Why don’t you tell me what you’ve learned, then.

Dave: Isn’t it obvious? You weaseled your way into a title shot last month by manipulating me. You said and did whatever you thought you had to so that you could get what you wanted. Well, you’re great at what you do, I can’t fault you there. You had me going last month, and you’ve taken a very convincing approach tonight. The thing is, I know that it all amounts to one thing, and that’s you saying whatever you think it is that will get you the best results. You'd like to think of yourself as a master manipulator, and truth be told, you may have a decent claim to that title. But when you're dealing with me, right now, it doesn’t matter what words come out of your mouth. All it is is another attempt to get the belt. I’m not going to let you get to me this time. Nobody doubts me, because everybody knows that YOU wanted that triple threat, and to be honest you didn’t deserve a match in the first place. You chose the game, we played and I won. And now, as the sore loser you are, you're throwing your toys out of the basket. Well, screw you Freeman. There are others in the line behind you, and it's time for us to move on.[/color]

Freeman: That’s an unfortunate decision, Dave. Because believe me, this is going to be the most painless option for YOU to take. I have other methods, Dave. This is the easiest on both of us.

Freeman is now glaring at Dave, but Dave isn’t threatened.

Dave: Freeman, I'm going to teach you a lesson you're parents should have a long time ago. Sometimes, you just don't get whatever you want. Sometimes, things are simply unobtainable.

Freeman: Well, I see that your mind is set once again. Funny, this is almost like déjà vu. Just last month you seemed just as determined to deny me my chance. And then, look at that, I ended up getting it anyways. And as for your claim about entering the Emperor of the Ring tournament and winning? I hate to inform you of this Dave, but that is going to be hard to do considering that this year’s Emperor of the Ring is standing right in front of you.

Dave: The great Jason Freeman makes yet another wild claim with nothing to back it up. You are very good at making yourself always sound like a great competitor, but your career seems to be failure after failure after failure. You’re going to be Emperor of the Ring, just like you were going to be the Fallen Heroes winner. And the World Champion. And the International Champion. Meanwhile, in the real world, these people have bored of you, and I am dominating everyone who stands in my path.

Freeman grimaces and takes a step closer to Shadow. He isn’t enjoying this recap.

Freeman: I suggest you stop concentrating on me, and worry about yourself. I have ways to win matches. A tournament like this really comes down to one thing. Who wants it the most. That person is me. I suggest you not get in my way, because it will only end up negatively for you.

Dave: Yeah, I’m sure it will. I mean, it's not like we've never heard this before. Now dude, if we're done here, I've got some credible opponents to actually prepare for and a competition to go wi.....

Freeman loses it at that, and before Dave can finish his sentence, Freeman comes forward and smashes his microphone into Dave’s head. Dave falls backwards to the ground, the shot hard enough to leave him stunned, though he slowly begins to get up to his knees. He is still out of it, however, and Freeman runs forward, nailing his shining axe kick right across Dave’s head. Dave goes down onto his stomach, and Freeman stares down at him, his face a picture of pure rage. Freeman looks over to Dave’s International Championship which now lies on the ground. Freeman picks it up, looking deeply at it for a second. He intends on making that championship his before long. He throws it down next to the fallen Shadow and makes his way slowly up the ramp. If Shadow thinks that things between him and Freeman are over, he’s clearly wrong. Things will not be over, until Freeman is ready for them to be over.

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Segment: Hidden Meanings In This Segment Will Make Sense To a Few People (Credit: Train)

We open backstage inside Train's locker room. A lot has happened recently in the life of Train that leaves him stunned. With his sister running away being pregnant with the now deceased Jake Cheng's baby, Train doesn't know what to think. Along with the irony of Cheng dying in a fire similar to the same way his prized championship was destroyed. Train sits in a chair and just stares at the wall. Thunder Lawyer is there with him and is on his cell phone. However, he quickly pulls it away from his ear and presses a button on it and sets it on the table. He stands up and sighs as he approaches Train. Train just keeps staring at the wall and doesn't acknowledge Lawyer's presence.

Thunder Lawyer: She isn't answering at all. I don't think we should keep trying. It's useless.

Thunder Train: ...

Thunder Lawyer: You know there was nothing you could do about this, right? Her mind was made up a long time ago. The best you can do is keep your head up and just accept it.

Thunder Train: I know, I just wish things would have turned out differently. I did kinda see it coming though by the way she was acting.

Thunder Lawyer: I know you did. But really, you just gotta take in the fact that she's gone. She might come around eventually but you can't throw your life away waiting.

Thunder Train: I blame all the little games she played. That was annoying now. I wouldn't feel as bad if it weren't for that.

Thunder Lawyer: She was probably crazy anyway. You need to focus on other things now anyway.

Train's expression changes and he stands up and looks over to the window. He stares out.

Thunder Train: You are right. I need to focus now on the world championship. Thunder Thighs can screw herself for all I care. She's selfish for doing something like that and I don't need her to climb to the top of the mountain!

Thunder Lawyer: That's the spirit Train!

Thunder Train: Wait, who is the champion again? Senator right?

Thunder Lawyer: N-no...Dan White won it at Heatwave.

Thunder Train: Oh that Welsh bastard! Well then, I guess Dan White is gonna have to look out.

Thunder Lawyer: Is this part of some secret plan to take him out?

Thunder Train: Yes!

Thunder Lawyer: But there is a camera man here. Dan White will know that you are going to try something now.

Thunder Train: Oh shit, you are right.

Thunder Lawyer: Train, you are overrated.

Thunder Train: Random but I agree. Everyone loves me too much. That puts a lot of pressure on me to make these things funny ya know?

Thunder Lawyer: Yeah I know what you mean. Let's go get some ice cream.

Thunder Train: Alright. Let's go.

Train and Lawyer grab some money from the money drawer and head out of the room. A new challenge awaits Train but for now he needs to get his eat on. For those of you who actually read and understood the hidden meanings here, congrats! You know waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too much about my personal life. Shouldn't have even talked about it with everyone. Oh well, what's in the past can't be changed. We just gotta keep pushing on.

Fade.

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EOTR ‘Warm-Up’ Match

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The scene fades in to the ACW arena where the fans jump around in their seats and wave signs as always. The energy tonight is high, being the show directly after the dramatic—and in some instances life changing…or ending if you will—Heatwave. “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex emerges from the back, eyes locked on the ring.

While everyone was busy competing at Heatwave, Vortex was preparing for the EOTR tournament. This battle was going to be an uphill one, and Vortex knows that actually winning the whole thing is a long shot; however, he is going to try his hardest as always.

The fans roar as Vortex makes his way to the ring, Entertainment Championship title over one shoulder. Vortex slides into the ring, takes a microphone, and begins to speak.

Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.

A couple of random cheers and some inaudible chant starts up, however Vortex doesn’t pause long enough to discern what exactly those people in the upper rows of the arena are chanting.

Vortex: As you all know, I didn’t have a match at Heatwave. Seeing how no opponent has stepped up to meet my challenge at Heatwave, management decided to put me in a match with Jason Freeman tonight.

The arena is filled with booing, and Vortex paces the ring for a few moments, letting the noise die down.

Vortex: I asked for a challenge, and I received one. Some of you out there may know that Jason Freeman and I are not in the same position on the card. In fact, I find it entertaining that this is the second time I have been booked against someone ‘above’ me.

Vortex stops pacing the ring and looks out into the now near-silent crowd.

Vortex: I take this as a compliment. Not only is this going to give me a good idea of the types of opponents I will be facing in the Emperor of the Ring tournament, it will also let me show all of you that card position does not matter. I will beat Jason Freeman tonight, and thus prove that I have a decent chance at upsetting this whole tournament and grabbing myself a World Title shot.

The crowd roars to life once more at this prospect. Vortex begins pacing once more, then walks over to the ropes, and casually drapes his body over them.

Vortex: That’s what I call entertaining. I figure, hell, why wait for someone to step up and challenge me? I am going to take this belt and do exactly what its name implies. Entertain. My match tonight is nothing more than a warm-up match. Freeman is a great opponent to warm up against, he’s a giant windbag. This means that he will walk into this match with a super inflated ego, only for it to be deflated by a man ‘lower’ than he. Whereas Jason Freeman speaks of winning matches, I actually win matches.

More cheering and a “Let’s go Vortex (clap clap clap)”, chant begins. Vortex takes himself off of the ropes and begins pacing the ring once more.

Vortex: I am not one to ramble on and bore you with meaningless words. I have said all I need to say and I will let my actions to the rest of the talking for me.

Vortex drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring amidst a sea of noise. As he walks to the back he thinks of how tonight is going to be a very entertaining night in more than one way.

Fade.

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[With the guitar lick leading into an unfamiliar theme song – “Throwaway Heroes” by The Hellacopters – a man steps out onto the top of the ramp.]

[It’s the first time he’s appeared here in ACW, and so maybe most people aren’t going to know him. Just in case, a name appears up on the jumbotron.]

[Jeff Andrews.]

[And that’s Andrews standing at the top of the ramp. Clad in his wrestling trunks, the John Deere colored things, one leg yellow one leg green, and a dingy, ratty old leather jacket over his torso, he rubs his beard with one hand.]

# Ten to one and then it’s over #
# Executives are taking turns #
# Options lost in dirty water #
# Got a whole lot left to give #
# But still it burns #

[On the jumbotron, there’s a lot of old footage. It’s been edited into monochrome, with everyone except Andrews himself blurred out.]

[Andrews knocks someone for a loop with a superkick.]

[Andrews no-sells a few punches before decking his adversary with a single slap.]

[Andrews lifts someone by the neck with both hands, hurls them into the turnbuckle]

[Andrews runs down ringside and swan dives over the guardrail into the stands to attack someone.]

# No one ever said it was easy #
# Got it made, got to be the one #
# Feels so good but then it’s gone #

[As Andrews continues his way down the ramp, slapping a few fives from the fans who stick their hands out, the footage continues.]

[Andrews leaps off the top rope and crashlands across someone with a senton splash.]

[Andrews plants someone with a cross arm version of a Michinoku Driver II.]

[Andrews hits someone with a pumphandle piledriver.]

# Throwaway Heroes #
# Disposable smiles #
# Keep track of pats on your back with all out style #
# Throwaway Heroes #
# Expendable beats #
# From God to geek, now someone else is in your seat #

[By now, Andrews has made it into the ring and called for a microphone. As the music fades, he speaks…]

Andrews: Please allow me, to introduce myself. I’m not a man of wealth, or taste. I’ve been around for a long damn time… it’s enough to try my faith.

[Pause, for the mild mixed reaction from the fans.]

Man: Hi. I’m Jeff Andrews.

[Not too, too much more of a reaction here.]

Andrews: If you read the marquee, you were expecting me. If you didn’t, whatever.

[Andrews walks in a slow circle around the ring, looking out around the arena.]

Andrews: Some of you guys out there may know me. Most of you don’t, and honestly, that’s fine, that’s cool. That’s the way I’d prefer it right now. Lemme ask you then… how often does a 31 year old man uproot himself from the stomping grounds he’s been enjoying for the last decade and try starting somewhere completely new?

[Mild cheers.]

Andrews: Yeah, not too often.

[He pauses to shrug off that leather jacket.]

Andrews: I’ll level with you all, I don’t know exactly what I’m gonna be doing here. BUT… if you wanna pay attention to the match I’m about to have with, uh, Gary… well, I guess you can see how I’ll be doing it.

[Tossing the microphone to the side, Andrews backs into one corner of the ring and waits.]

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Match 1: Jeff Andrews vs. Gary (Credit: The Red Panther)

It doesn’t take long for Gary to come out, get his customary sympathetic pop, and make his way to the ring with the enthusiasm of a puppy who’s never been to the vet before. Both men come out fighting in this first EOTR qualifier; Jeff gets the early advantage with a drop kick but lets Gary up. From there it is back and forth, Gary can't put Jeff down and is too quick up to be put in a submission hold. After a while of this Jeff is taken down by a thrust kick, but as Gary comes over Jeff rolls him over and locks in an armbar. Gary can't escape for a while and when he gets out his arm is weakened. Gary's punches are weaker, letting Jeff take him down with some armdrags. Gary tries planting Jeff with a scoop slam but Jeff slides over and hits him with a german suplex.

Jeff locks in an armbar on the same arm as before, Gary barely getting the ropes. Jeff is visibly a little annoyed by this and when Gary gets up he knees him in the ribs and then plants him with a belly to belly suplex, getting a two count. Jeff stalks Gary as he gets up and then lays him out with a running DDT. Jeff twists Gary's arm around and then drops down with an armbreaker, causing Gary to roll to the corner. After this Jeff starts piling on the power moves before finishing the match with a piledriver. As most people expected, the experienced Andrews disposes of perennial loser Gary in short time – but he’s sent a clear message to the rest of the locker room; he’s here, and he knows exactly what to do in that ring.

Winner: Jeff Andrews

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Segment: Every story has a good back story (Credit: Jonny Spade)

As the crowd gets settled into the show they seem to be having a good time and are enjoying themselves thus far. However the mood changes when they hear the familiar tune that belongs to that of Jonny Spade. As his music plays there is a mix of cheers and boos that are heard. Those that are cheering most likely haven’t heard of the rumour that was released after Heatwave and those that are booing probably have (or never liked him from the beginning, this narrator doesn’t know). As he appears on stage he is dressed in a dress shirt and fancy suit pants. He walks down the ramp way and steps into the ring. He grabs a mic and waits for the crowd to die down but he smirks as the boos can be heard over the cheers; although that doesn’t faze him.

Jonny Spade: Alright so how many of you saw Heatwave from this past weekend?

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Jonny Spade: Good, good so you all saw that bizarre outcome that happened at the pay per view right? No I am not talking about Mr. White winning the World Title belt which would go on my WTF Moment of the Week. I am referring to my tag match I had where Gooey had lost the match for us both.

McNally: What? How’s that possible? It was an elimination match, Jonny and Gooey shared the loss equally.

Those in the arena appear to have a confused look on their face.

Jonny Spade: ..What? Do you people not know what I am referring to? Let’s recap shall we? In the ring when Gooey was wrestling…which he was doing a piss poor job at might I add, it didn’t take him long to get himself pinned by ironically his own finisher no less thanks to Jay Zero. I mean, if your going to use a finisher…you should know how to take it right?

McNally: What a bunch of baloney! If anything, Gooey proved that he’s able to still stand toe-to-toe with ACW wrestlers in this day and age like he used to.

Edison: Right.

Jonny Spade: Seeing his performance in the ring that night left me so disappointed and speechless. I thought for sure that I had trained him better than that. And that’s why I lost soon after because I was trying my best to fix the problems that he was had made for our team but it was too little too late for us. So after the match and talking backstage we got into a heated discussion and one shove led to another and then

~~~BAM!!!!~~~

Jonny Spade: His head went into a wall. Plain and simple. I was sick and tired of the bullshit that he was trying to force feed down my throat. But he was a lost cause from the beginning. First gambling debts and then this. I was wrong to think that I can capture the youth and energy of G-Unit from the golden days but those days have set sail and are definitely not coming back any time soon. Which leads to my next announcement that…

Just then an old familiar tune hits to the tune of “Clutch – Mob Goes Wild” and Gooey appears on the stage In street gear and is brandishing some stitches over his right eye where he’s been cut from his head going through a wall. The crowd goes bananas as they see him standing on top of the stage and Jonny is frozen in mid sentence since he was not expecting him to show tonight. Then without warning, Gooey charges to the stage and Jonny backs up getting ready for a fight but out of the crowd a man jumps the barrier and cuts Gooey off with a chair and whacks him across the head knocking him out cold. Jonny stands normally and with a smile in his hand he grabs hold of the mic once again.

Jonny Spade: As I was TRYING to say before I rudely got interrupted…Ladies and Gentlemen my new protégé…DAMIEN KING and together we shall rule the land of Alpha…Championship…Wrestling.

Jonny smirks as he drops the mic as his music plays in the background. He slides out of the ring and goes over to the lifeless body of GooeyGarth and gets into his face while trash talking him. Jonny then picks him up and drapes him over his shoulders before giving him a Death Valley Driver to him laying him out once again. As Jonny gets into his face once again he yells in Gooeys face “Had enough Cheese Dip yet?”

End.

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TV Meltdown September 3

SWAGGER

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[A RETRO SEGMENT BY]
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Rena had just finished curling her lusciously long lashes when she could hear the distinct buzzing of her intercom system. Placing the eyelash curler back onto her dressing table in the corner of her glamorous bedroom, she stood up and glided gently to the little white box just right of her door.

Rena: Hello?

...: Hey babe, it's me.

Rena: Okay, I'll buzz you in.

She buzzed him in and went back to her dressing table, fluffing her hair in her hands as she gazed into the mirror with a slight smile. A few seconds passed when she saw the familiar figure standing in her doorway. She eyed him from the reflection in the mirror and gave him a wink before opening the tube of lipstick she had prepared to wear tonight.

...: You're not even dressed? Rena, we're gonna be late.

Rena: You can't rush this. It's not magic.

He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her gently.

...: But what you do to me is magic.

Rena couldn't help but laugh at the cliche and pushed him away with a snicker.

Rena: Just give me two seconds. I just have to slip into my clothes.

...: You could just slip off whatever you're wearing and we'll call it a night.

Rena turned with her hands on her hips and stared at her boyfriend. She began to undo the belt on her silk kimono.

Rena: Jake Steele. First you're rushing me to get ready, and now you want me to take this off and stay home all night?

Steele: I could go either way right now.

Rena: That's your dick talking. Now give me two seconds and we can leave.

She dropped everything right in front of him and gave him a seductive smile before slipping behind her changing screen. She pulled a turquoise blouse and a high-waisted skirt from the top of the screen and quickly pulled it onto her body. She flicked the straps of her Manolo Blahnik slingbacks on past her heel and stepped out from the screen. Steele licked his lips and smiled, moving towards her.

Rena: NO! We're leaving.

Steele: C'mon ... we can spare a few minutes.

Rena: We'll save that for after the show. We have a pay-per-view to crash.

Steele: I think I'd like to crash your panties.

Rena: That'd be pretty hard ... *whispers into his ear* I'm not wearing any.

A smile rippled on Steele's face as Rena led him out of the bedroom and down to the front door. They quickly slipped into Rena's Murcielago and drove off towards the arena.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Good Luck
By Dave Shadow and Red Panther

As we cut backstage again, we find Red Panther walking round backstage, stretching his arms and getting ready for his match later tonight. As he passes by people, some try and wish him luck. Underneath the mask though, he just scowls at them. It’s a good thing they can’t see his face; if looks could kill, they’d be on the floor right now. As he continues his journey, he walks pasta junction in the hallway. He moves past it, but both he and the camera picks up that someone is standing there, leaning against the wall and trying his best to look cool.

As Panther walks by, Dave Shadow pushes away from the wall and follows after him, running slightly to keep up. Panther keeps on walking, trying to ignore his opponent for this evening, but Dave keeps up. He makes sure the International Championship is positioned firmly over his shoulder, making sure that Panther can’t miss it. The two just walk for a few moments, before Panther suddenly stops and snaps at Dave.

Panther: What? What do you want Dave?

Dave: Hey dude, relax. I just wanted to wish you luck out there in our match tonight. You know, the Emperor of the Ring qualifier.

Panther lets out a little laugh, as he folds his arms and tilts his head to look at Dave.

Panther: Right. “Luck”. Dave, I don’t need luck. I’m going to take great pleasure in walking out there tonight and beating your ass. And then, not only will I have knocked you out of the competition, I’ll also have beaten the International Champion, and I think that will show I deserve a shot at your title.

Dave: Woah Woah Woah. Calm down. Aren’t we getting a little bit ahead of ourselves here? Let’s just quench one thought first. You seem to be under the illusion that you will beat me tonight. Sorry Panther, but that’s just not going to happen. See, this thing right here, this thing that’s about to take place between us....as far as I’m concerned, this is the easiest match I’ve ever had. So let me thank you cause I was hoping for an easy match to start off my campaign in this competition, and it looks like I got it.

Panther: You son of a bitch. How dare you underestimate me Dave. You know, I find it highly hypocritical of you of all people to start talking about easy wins. Aren’t you the very one who gives out when people underestimates him? Aren’t you the very person who always goes on and on and on about how a match result isn’t decided until it’s over. I should slap you right now and teach you some respect.

Dave: Panther, you don’t scare me, with your mask and your badass attitude. I know the truth. I know that you’re just some poor kid who’s mommy didn’t hug him enough.

Panther: Screw you, Dave. I’m going to take great pleasure in walking out there tonight and beating your ass. Then we’ll see who is talking the big talk, and who is running home crying to their mommy. This is my chance to prove myself, to make an impact, and it’s going to be at your expense. I’m winning this competition, and you’re just the first step on that path. So maybe, I should be the one wishing you good luck. You’ll need it.

With that, Red Panther slaps Dave on the jaw, not full blast but with a "friendly" tap, as if patronising him. He lets out one last little chuckle, turns and continues his walk away. Dave looks after him as he goes, as a small smile spreads accross his face as well.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: EOTR Qualifying Match
Mystery Opponent vs. Alex Trixer (Credit Chris P)

Stepping into this match, Alex Trixer appeared to be stepping into the opportunity of a life time, whether it was the luck of the draw or just his time, going up against a cat appeared to be his good fortune. However with the sounds of “Tha Real CP” and Chris Phenomenal making his way down to the ring, the good fortune seemed to disappear. With the sound of the bell the match started.

The match started off without Trixer backing down in the least, in fact he pushed the pace, coming at Chris with a flurry of shots. The problem being he couldn’t budge Chris, eventually backing away and staring up at Chris before eating a big right hand that knocked him down. Trixer quickly got up to his feet before Chris connected with an inverted atomic drop and then planting Trixer with a reverse STO. A quick cover ensued and Trixer kicked out at two, prolonging the match.

As Chris rolled to his feet he looked down at Trixer and with a small smile lined up for the Superman Punch. It took a few moments for Trixer to get up and once he did he didn’t stay around for long as Chris planted him with his famed Superman Punch and there was no kicking out as Chris mercifully covered him, garnered the three count and advanced to the Emperor of the Ring quarterfinals.

Winner: Chris Phenomenal

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

(Title: Out of my Way)
(Credit: Chris Phenomenal)

As Alex Trixer is still down in the ring, Chris Phenomenal barely having broken a sweat he grabs the microphone from Phillip Jones (yes, the ring announcer in ACW has a name) and turns back to the ring.

Chris Phenomenal: I’m going to keep this nice and short, I’m the first man to advance in the Emperor of the Ring tournament, and I plan to be the last man standing in it. Red Panther, Dave Shadow, Jack Jefferson, it doesn’t really matter. They might pose a tougher threat than Alex Trixer but they’re nothing I can’t handle, they don’t stand a chance of defeating me inside of the ring. In fact, they would be better off just staying out of the ring, forfeiting the match and allowing me to waltz into my encounter versus Dan White.

And that my friends…is nothing, but the truth.

With that “Tha Real CP” hit’s the arena’s speaker system as Chris ducks out of the ring, the crowd shocked at the usage of possibly the most famous line in ACW history. Chris reaches the top and ducks through the curtain and we fade to commercial.

(OOC: My apologies for this, I had a solid segment typed up and my computer froze. It’s now late and I still have thirty math problems to do.)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Bad Ideas (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)

Last Saturday, Sarin accomplished something she never thought she would accomplish again: capturing the ACW Tag Team Titles with Yoko Satoshi.

Last Saturday, she also accomplished something she never thought she would accomplish again: making out and almost getting to third base with Yoko Satoshi.

Pacing the locker room, Sarin locks her eyes on her newly acquired gold title belt hanging from her locker door. She almost desecrated the titles with her rampant sexuality. What had made her stop?

Sarin: What indeed...

Yuki: Hey you!

In her musings, Sarin had not noticed Yuki swing open the door and amble inside.

Sarin: Oh, Yuki! It's so good to see you.

The expression is trite under most circumstances, but Sarin isn't one to fake emotion. She says what she means, and she illustrates her point by embracing Yuki in a tight, warm hug.

Yuki: I can't stop going over your match. You were incredible! Totally believable, and yet unbelievable at the same time!

Sarin notes the paradox with a humble smile.

Sarin: Thank you, Yuki. I couldn't be more relieved that Gingerdude gave us the night off. Every inch of me is all sorts of sore.

Yuki narrows her eyes, a shrewd look that never bodes well for Sarin's taxed brain.

Yuki: Hm. It seems to me that you're grateful for the night off because you are avoiding Yoko.

The coyness in Yuki's tone does not go amiss. Sarin whirls up to face Yuki, locking her in a death stare.

Sarin: What? Why do you say that? What do you know?!

Yuki: Your psychic powers really are gone, huh? Anyway, I know what's going on because I was watching the PPV. Why does every wrestler here always forget that people watch their shows?!

Only one thing is on Sarin's mind now, and it's not about her wayward colleagues. She grips the edge of her seat until her knuckles turn white.

Sarin: Did Snake see...?

Yuki: No. Far too busy as it is. And I have no intention of telling him.

Sarin: Perhaps I should avoid Yoko some more...give us some separation after what I...after what we...

But Yuki ardently shakes her head.

Yuki: No. Bad idea. If you wait any longer, it turns into a "thing." Meet her now. Act like nothing's wrong. It will eliminate the tension; trust me.

Sarin raises an eyebrow.

Sarin: When did you start doling out good relationship advice?

Yuki: About the same time when I hooked up HBO and started watching Sex and the City.

Sarin rolls her eyes, but takes Yuki's advice to heart. This would be just like tearing off a band-aid. A band-aid that covers the entire surface area of your epidermis.

Much ouchies to come.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Jonny Hughes vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: AK)

Proving that one can rarely have too much of a good thing, this battle of the Jon-boys has the crowd intrigued from the start. Spade has already shown a highly motivated and aggressive streak tonight, and he powers forward at the bell, raining heavy blows upon his opponent. But the Spitfire refuses to be intimidated, and shows that he’s returned to ACW as a true force by soaking up the punishment, and then dishing it out again with flair. Spade tries to blindside Hughes, but Hughes is wise to this and twists around, catching hold of Spade before performing a rapid suplex and going for a pin. He gets a 2 and a dirty look from Spade, as well as the applause of the fans.

Wanting to maintain the momentum, Hughes goes for a mighty Yakuza Kick. Spade dodges it, and when Hughes has his back to him, Spade runs up and clotheslines him out of the ring. The crowd boos; Spade smirks, but the booing hides the fact that Hughes is climbing up on the turnbuckle, having saved himself from hitting the outside mats. Spade turns around into a diving headbutt (the Ode to Dynamite) and is brought down; Hughes tries to apply a submission hold in the scramble, but Spade struggles free and is the first to his feet. The crowd winces as Spade executes his S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker) and then delivers an elbow drop for good measure; he pins, confidently, and gets about a 2.5 before Hughes kicks out.

The rest of the match continually swings one way and another as neither man is able to take full control. Spade comes close to the win with his Double Powerbomb, but can’t complete the Samoan Driver for the coup de grace. Likewise, Hughes tries to end it with the Roaring Elbow, only for Spade to kick out at the last possible moment.

The decider finally comes in dramatic fashion; the two men charge one another, and strike simultaneously; both are knocked back, but Hughes takes it worse and Spade is able to get up close and personal. He nails the Silver Spade, hooks the leg, and just manages to grab the 3 count before the Spitfire kicks away.

Spade smirks and celebrates his victory, but Hughes is not disheartened. He’s learnt a lot from the match, lessons which he can use to best effect when it really counts.