Thursday Night Meltdown September 10th 2009

[Jonny Spade]

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"Marvelous" Mickey Martin vs. Gary

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Stan H. Johnston vs. Jonny Spade - EOTR Qualifying Match

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Jonny Hughes vs. The Red Panther

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Michael Smart vs. Jack Jefferson - EOTR Qualifying Match

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Thunder Train vs. Jason Freeman

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[Jonny Spade]

Segment: I'm Running Out of Names For These. (Credit: Train)

And so we start the first segment since school...started. Now, as many of you know, I hate school. So that depressed me a lot. Along with what happened last week, it hasn't been going good for me right now. But that is a story for another day. Today we begin inside the office of the Chairman Gingerdude! He is in his office crying over something. He's probably being emo and the like. That isn't cool. Being emo isn't cool. Life is a bitch so get over it. Anyway, Train walks in and Gingerdude stands up and stops his sobbing. Train sorta WTFs at him.

Thunder Train: Were you just crying in here?

Gingerdude: N-no. What are you doing here anyway?

Thunder Train: Because there are inconclusive results about my title shot that I earned.

Gingerdude: You earned? What the hell have you done?

Thunder Train: I've had to put up with the shit here for 19 months!

Gingerdude: If you didn't like that, then why haven't you left yet? My whole goal a few months ago was to get you to leave! And you didn't go knowing you were miserable?

Thunder Train: Where the hell was I gonna go, SLA?

Gingerdude: lololololol

Thunder Train: Exactly. Now do I have a shot?

Gingerdude: Have you talked to Dan about this? After all, it is an open title shot.

Thunder Train: Yes I did and he gave me a coupon for buy one get one free at Nando's!

Gingerdude: Hmm...

Thunder Train: The problem is I don't know what the fuck a Nando is and the coupon was expired!

Gingerdude: What?!?! That's outrageous! /sarcasm

Thunder Train: This isn't a joke Gingerdude, I want my shot goddammit! And you don't have any other prospects. Do you think the fans want to see Freeman in the main event again? You'll get lower buy-rates then a TNA pay per view!

Gingerdude: But Freeman is in the main event tonight.

Thunder Train: That's irrelevant. The reason why people are gonna watch the main event is to see me destroy Freeman in the center of the ring for the 82nd time.

Gingerdude: I don't know, Freeman might sneak up on you and roll you up for a pinfall!

Thunder Train: Chances are he'll be late to the match anyway and probably spam the shit out this place before then to make sure he wins.

Kayfabe, that doesn't make sense. But Kayfabe is died years ago...

Gingerdude: I'm not really sure what you want me to do. I can't force Dan to give you the title shot.

Thunder Train: Oh but you can! I would try and clear this little problem up soon if I were you.

Gingerdude: Why is that?

Thunder Train: Because you'll have bigger problems soon enough.

Gingerdude: What kind of crazy talk is that?

Thunder Train: I don't know. This could be foreshadowing or really epic foreshadowing for an event that hasn't happened yet. Hell, it could just all be a swerve that will leave the people begging for answers and wondering why. Who knows...

Gingerdude: I think you need to take another drug test...

Thunder Trian: Hahahaha! Like this place does drug tests. If that were the case half the roster would be fired.

Gingerdude: Perhaps. Now are you done Train, I've got things to do.

Thunder Train: What could you possibly have to do? Cry like a bitch some more? Oh yes that's great. I'll leave once I know I'm getting my shot.

Gingerdude: Ugh fine. I can't guarantee you a shot but I'll see what I can do...

Thunder Train: Good. Now go back to crying bitch!

Thunder Train turns around and heads toward the exit. Not exactly great words to say when you want to get a title shot. Regardless, what has been said has been said. Will Train get his title shot? What could be hinting at? Why was Gingerdude crying? Why am I asking you all these things? /Spongebob

Fade.

[Jonny Spade]

On the Farm

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Credit: VorteX[/center]

The sun continues to glare as Winters and Felicity make their rounds around the destroyed Farm. Winters takes out a small notebook and begins writing in it, while Felicity stands guard…ready for just about anything. A short while passes and Winters comes to a section of walls, two parallel from each other and one long wall perpendicular to those.

Winters: This is interesting…

Felicity: Looks like the remains of a house.

Winters seemingly ignores the comment and stares at the ground for a few seconds before furiously writing in his notebook.

Winters: -9.80 meters a second squared…

Felicity: What?

Winters: Gravity.

Winters does not bother to explain more, yet walks over to the perpendicular wall and begins searching it. Felicity stands off in the distance, the sun beaming on her, and the wind blowing her long hair with carless abandon.

Winters: Projectile motion. Make no mistake, these walls contained a part of The Desolation Chronicles…now where it landed is another matter.

Felicity: Landed?

Winters: During the fray, someone fired an RPG, which took out that wall there. Then a grenade was tossed which blew chunks out of these walls. Three men entered, shot up the place and left with whom I presuming is Jericho. What we’re after is some of the missing chunks.

Felicity: How the hell…

Winters: Physics.

Winters begins to write again and then searches the ground for ‘magic chunks’ of wall. The problem is the inside of this destroyed structure is literally littered with rubble, and the chunks would seemingly be impossible to find with just the naked eye.

Winters: I could do some statistics here to figure out all the possible locations of the chunks in question; however, to save time I’ll just use technology.

Felicity: Why would you need to do something like that?

Winters: Certain sections of the wall were altered to hold data. These special sections have more mass than the other sections of the wall and thus could only fly so far after the wall was blown up. Since I know the mass…

Felicity: Just get on with it.

Winters stops in mid sentence, a little perturbed at having his explanation prematurely terminated. Instead of continuing he simply pulls out a small device, taps his glasses (which automatically tint) and starts searching the ground. After a few moments of kicking rubble aside Winters picks up a few chunks and hands them to Felicity.

Felicity: Let me guess, you made that thing and it just so happens to detect these special chunks of wall.

Winters: Why yes, I’m rather proud of it. You would be surprised how many messages are hidden in walls such as these. Go into any bathroom and scan the walls…many interesting topics.

Felicity: I guess we’re beyond the days of simple graffiti…

Winters: Not necessarily. Encoding messages in walls takes special devices and a bit of time. Most people will continue to spray paint their messages to world. Special groups use public bathrooms as a way to ‘publicly hide’ information. That’s a topic for another day though…let’s get these chunks back to the island so they can be properly analyzed.

Felicity: How much data do these hold? They’re not very big…

Winters: Quite a bit actually. When placing data on a solid object is, has to be encoded for molecular reasons…so I would guess one or two whole journal entries could fit in these.

Winters exits the ruined building and Felicity follows behind, carrying a few small chunks of rubble. Whether or not these chunks contain any useful information is something that will be revealed another day. For now, all are left to wonder if Winters is a genius or simply a lunatic.

Fade.

[Jonny Spade]

Match 1: "Marvelous" Mickey Martin vs. Gary (Credit: Jonny Spade)

Woo first match of the night and it was a doosey...Well sorta anyways since Gary was in the match. But WHO IS MICKEY MARTAIN? Perhaps hes related to Rickey Martin? it make sense after all wouldnt it? They do have the same last name and all.

But anyways onto the match. Mickey had put up quite the fight against Gary and showed off he great skill. Although it didnt last long since it was Gary after all in the match.

Match Winner: "Marvelous" Mickey Martin.


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Title: One Last Shot 3/7
Credit: Chris Phenomenal.

The scene opens in what appears to be some of the unexplored depths of the ACW arena, Chris Phenomenal appearing on a grainy surveillance camera sulking around, throwing boxes across the arena, one however hit’s the wall and something that happens sparks Chris interests. He turns around and goes to work banging on the wall in certain spots before finding a place of interest. He spends about two minutes studying the wall before pushing on it in a certain spot, before pulling on it with his hands pressed flat. Suddenly the wall starts sliding, having blended in nearly perfect with the wall, Chris looks in to a secret room. Hidden in it are what appear to be a number of arms, and an old Paragon Security logo. Chris smiles to himself before walking into the room, smiling, as he shuts the door behind him, the camera now recording nothing but the empty hallway.

[Jonny Spade]

POSITIVE | NEGATIVE

[A RETRO SEGMENT BY]
R e n a M a t h e s o n &T h e R e p r o b a t e[/color][/center][/font]

Rena stared for a while at herself in the bathroom mirror before placing her eyes again at the pregnancy test. It had only been a minute since she had done it, but to her it felt like days. She crumpled the instruction sheet in her hand and began to pace around the over-sized bathroom in anticipation. She had not really thought about what would happen if it was positive- she wasn't even sure if she would be happy or cry. Regardless, no decision she made would stop the pacing and the nervousness which rose from her stomache into her throat. She wanted to just go lie in bed and forget everything, but lying in bed is what got her to this point in the first place.

How could she be so stupid? She had slept with two guys recently and somehow managed to possibly get pregnant. She was sure she knew which one it would be ... but she had no way of making sure.

R E N A
Why the fuck does it take so God damned long?

She hadn't counted, but she was sure it was about time to check the test. She looked to her left, staring blankly towards the stick that would determine her fate. She took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly before heading towards the counter top. She stopped. Ironically, after she had wanted time to fly by so she would know, she was beginning to have second thoughts. Closing her eyes and sighing, she picked up the test. She peeked at it slowly and then shot her eyes open in disbelief.

+

She shook the test, hoping that with one good shake the positive sign would turn into a negative. It didn't. Letting the test drop into the sink, Rena ran her hands over her face and looked at herself again in the mirror. Shaking her head, as if not trusting the test, she pinched the bridge of her nose and slunk to the floor. As she sat there in silence for a few minutes, the ring of her cellphone jumped her back to life. She pressed the TALK button, not even bothering to see who was on the other side.

R E N A
Yes?

N U R S E
Miss Matheson? Your test is back. It's positive, suggesting you are pregnant. Now, we can't really know unless you come in for a-

R E N A
Thank you ...

N U R S E
But, Miss Matheson, I want to schedule in an appointment to discuss your options-

click. She didn't want to hear what she should have known but was avoiding. How could she listen to a doctor give her options when she, herself, had not given herself options? She picked herself up off the floor and once again stared at herself in complete shock before hearing her office door open. She slunk out of the bathroom and smiled towards the dark man at her door.

S T E E L E
Hey babe, how was your day?

He closed the door quickly and met her with a few long strides, kissing her on the lips before wrapping his arms around her waist. Behind her, Rena closed the bathroom door tightly and put on a smile.

R E N A
My day was alright, how was yours?

S T E E L E
It was pretty good. Went to the gym, bought some new shoes ... man, I gotta piss.

Steele swiveled around Rena in a flash, not allowing Rena anytime to protest before he had entered the bathroom. She watched as he reached into the sink to read it. As he stared closely at it, he swung his head around and looked at her for a moment. Silence grew in the room, before Rena awkwardly broke it.

R E N A
Surprise...?

S T E E L E
Does this mean ... you're-

R E N A
Yes, I'm pregnant Jake.

S T E E L E
We're having a baby?

R E N A
Yes.

She expected him to be a little more distraught than the expression he gave her just now. Tear stung his eyes as the biggest smile crept up on his face. He grabbed Rena and tightly wound herself into his big arms. Burying his face into her neck, he kissed her shoulder lightly, Rena burying her left cheek into his manly chest.

S T E E L E
Rena, I love you so much. And I'll be so good to you. We're going to have a baby! I'm going to be a dad.

R E N A
And I'll be a mom ...

She tried, but she just couldn't find herself to be genuinely enthusiastic about it. It wasn't the fact that she was having a baby with Steele that made her so somber- in fact, she would have been thrilled. It was, however, something that Rep had said to her one night as they had finished having sex.

I've planted my seed.

His words kept reeling inside her mind, playing over and over again like a bad movie. She closed her eyes shut to try to block it out, kissing Steele passionately hoping that his tongue would dig the thought out of her. But it did no good, and as the scene fades we see a tear fall down Rena's perfectly made-up face.

[Jonny Spade]

IF YOU WANT MY BODY...

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BY: "MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN[/center]

We fade up to the scene of a man standing in front of a mirror. He has his back turned to the mirror at the moment, and the camera is fixed on the mirror. Therefore, you are only able to see his back. That took a lot to explain. It's really not that complicated. So yeah. We see that he is wearing an elaborate Ric Flair-ish style robe with the word "MARVELOUS" written across the back in white. The man has unkempt messy brown hair. The man turns around and smirks a sly grin. He has a pair of sunglasses on with tan tinting. He is wearing a pair of pink tights, white knee pads, and white boots. He doesn't have a shirt on with isn't a pretty sight. The man looks in the mirror and licks his pinky and thumb and brushes them across his eyebrows. He smirks and smacks on some gum as he begins to speak. [/i]

"MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN:[/size] Tell me somethin', ACW. Ain't I friggin' beautiful! Ain't I? I mean, look at me. I look freakin' sexy. Just take a look at me. I'm the pinnacle of perfection. Let's face facts. Let's forget about the Dan Whites and the Thunder Trains in this place. There is no one, and I mean no one, who can match this body. I'm Mickey Martin and I'm easily the greatest thing to ever step foot in this company. There will never be another sensation like Mickey Martin. It sounds cliche, and it might be, but I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread, baby! They call me The Marvelous One for a reason. There is nothing that I do that is less than stellar. Everything that I do, including building this amazing body, is done to perfection. And tonight..oh..tonight someone will realize this first hand.

Mickey Martin smirks once again and looks back at the camera. He winks and turns back to the mirror. He begins to sway a little bit in front of the camera. He speaks up again.

"MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN:[/size] Who am I facing tonight in my debut? Who gets the displeasure of getting their proverbial asses handed to them? It's Jake Steele? Does he think he can take on this sexy mammoth? Dan White? Is he ready to lose that strap? Let's be honest. That World title is NOT lookin' good around that pathetic little waist of Dan White's. It needs to be around someone who has the body to make that title look sexy. It needs to be around this waist, baby. That's where it needs to be. I know it. You know it. Every single person involved with this company knows it! Mickey Martin is the best thing goin' and it's about time that I got what's mine. That's why, tonight! Dan White! I am going to take your friggin' head off with these 32 inch biceps. And right after that, when I strap you in for The Climax, you're going to wish you never even won that title of you--

A stage hand who overhears this little rant of Mickey's turns to him and yells something from the other side of the hallway.

"STAGEHAND" DANIEL GARZA:[/size] You're not even facing Dan White!

"MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN:[/size] What? Who are you? And what in the hell are you talkin' about?

"STAGEHAND" DANIEL GARZA:[/size] You are scheduled to face Gary.

"MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN:[/size] Gary? Who in the hell is Gary?

"STAGEHAND" DANIEL GARZA:[/size] I'm not even sure. No one really is.

The stage hand shrugs his shoulders and walks away. Mickey Martin scoffs and turns back to his mirror in the middle of the hallway. He smirks and begins to speak again.[/color]

"MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN:[/size] Does anyone know who Gary is? Anyone? No one? Well regardless. Tonight, Gary, strap your boots on tight. Because I'm gonna' take you for the ride of your life. You've faced a lot of people in your time, I'm sure. But you've never EVER faced off against someone as sexually arousing and talented as myself. I'm going to make you look like the pathetic little worm you are. Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the new era of Alpha Championship Wrestling. Strap yourself in. It's gonna be a bumpy, bumpy ride.

Mickey Martin smirks and shrugs his shoulders a bit. He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles.

"MARVELOUS" MICKEY MARTIN:[/size] Damn. I look good.

Marvelous leans in a winks once again. The scene fades to black slowly with Marvelous standing in front of it. What does the future hold for our sexy hero?

[Jonny Spade]

Intelligence FTW
By Dave Shadow

As we cut backstage once more, we find Charlotte King standing in the ACW interviewing area, mic in hand and ready to go. As the cameraman signals she’s on their air, she smiles and introduces her guest for this evening.

King: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, can I introduce to you...Dave Shadow.

Out in the arena, the crowd start to boo, as Dave moves into the camera shot. He holds the International Championship over his shoulder, and is dressed in the finest suit that his ACW paycheques can afford. Even this can’t hide what a weasel he is though, with his greasy hair and his sly smile. King visibly takes a step back every time Dave starts to drift close to her.

King: Well, Dave. You know the drill. Tonight, obviously, you’ve got the night off...

Dave: Yes I do Charlotte. And while many may come out here and tell you that they want to be out there fighting, that they want to be doing something, I want you to know right now that I am not one of those people. I’m delighted to have some much needed downtime.

King: To be honest, that’s not exactly what someone who claims to be a potential role model for this company should be saying.

Dave: To an extent, I agree. But then, I fully realise that I’ve got to balance my Crusade against the evils of this promotion with my dream of becoming Emperor of the Ring. See, I actually drew a very, very nice bracket, King. I got to have my match early and get it out of the way, and because I’m all the way in the first bracket, I’ll have the most amount of time to rest up between matches. Listen, in a perfect world, this would be 100% fair, but it’s not. Freeman is going to do everything in his power to get every advantage he can. So will Chris Phenomenal, so will Jack Jefferson and Michael Smart and Jonny Spade....

King: So that’s your excuse? That they’d do it as well?

Dave: Of course they would. It’s all about the long term game plan. All my career has revolved around the bigger picture. When I climbed the ladder and claimed the Entertainment Championship against Chris Williams. When I managed to outsmart and outshine Thunder Train to claim the International title. When I managed to pick up wins at major shows over Dan White and Alicia Kitsune and Jason Freeman and Jack Jefferson....it wasn’t due to the fact I was the biggest guy. It was because I was the smartest. So, why stop now? Why stop using what’s gotten me this far? This is a game of intelligence, and ultimately, intelligence will carry me through to the throne. And then, intelligence will keep me going towards Winter’s Discontent and will aid me in winning the World Heavyweight championship as well.

King: And ladies, he’s modest as well!

Dave: Spare me the sarcasm King. I could care less whether or not my plan is frowned upon or praised. People do what they have to do to win. The only difference is their efforts will be futile, while mine will not.

Dave gives one last look at the camera, before storming off screen. King looks after him as he goes, as the camera fades....

[Jonny Spade]

Match 2: Stan H. Johnston vs. Jonny Spade - EOTR Qualifying Match

This match was not written and will be posted when written.

Winner of the match: Jonny Spade

[Jonny Spade]

Good Luck
Jack Jefferson / Michael Smart


Jack Jefferson’s hand hovers, fist loosely clenched, as he contemplates his next move. He is stood just outside the door marked “Michael Smart” yet for some reason he’s stopped short of knocking on the door. This slight pause seems to last an age, although in reality it will literally only be a couple of seconds, before Jefferson finally moves. He decides against knocking, however, and instead prefers to try the handle. To his obvious satisfaction the door swings open and he is able to strut into the room. The room is not empty though and Michael Smart is less than happy to see Jefferson, scowling as he claps eyes upon him.

Michael: What the hell makes you think you have the right to barge into my locker room without even having the common courtesy to knock?!

For a split second Jefferson seems taken aback by Smart’s aggressive nature, but he quickly gathers his senses and replaces his mild shock with a cocky smirk.

Jefferson: Woah, Mikey! I can call you Mikey, right? You know what...never mind. Where was I? Oh yeah...woah, Mikey! What’s with all the hostility? I just saw that tonight it’s me vs. you, you vs. me, a battle for the ages in the opening round of this year’s Emperor of the Ring tournament and I simply dropped by to wish you luck.

Michael: Cut the crap. I know exactly why you’re here. You’re here to pretend you’re wishing me luck but in reality we both know you’re just gonna try and play some rudimentary mind games in order to gain some kind of upper hand. Well, I wouldn’t waste my energy if I were you!

This brings a smile to Jefferson’s face, he almost looks impressed by the fact Smart has the stones to say such a thing to him.

Jefferson: Alright, you got me. You’re not as dumb as you look are you? You’re 100% right, I’m not here to wish you luck at all...despite the fact you’ll need every single drop you can muster. No, I’m here to offer my commiserations. You see, I thought you had the potential to go far in this tournament, really make a name for yourself, but then you drew the shortest straw possible and ended up facing the eventual winner...me. It’s unfortunate really but I guess that’s life.

Michael: Oh is that right? Well, I wouldn’t be so sure if I was you. It’s a well known fact that someone who underestimates their opponent, and so drastically too, sets them self at a huge disadvantage. So, maybe tonight you’re in for the shock of your life.

Jefferson: I guess you’ll find out just how wrong you are later on tonight won’t you? I--

??: What the hell do you think you’re doing here?!

This interruption causes Jefferson’s eyes to roll back in his head as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Then he quickly spins around, a snarl plastered on his face, to be greeted by the repulsive sight of Daniel Smart wearing a navy blue shirt accompanied by a bright orange shirt. Jefferson looks confused at how to react, torn between laughing or gagging. In the end he decides to stick with the snarl.

Jefferson: What the hell am I doing here? I would’ve thought that would be painfully obvious...I’m here to talk to your cousin regarding our match tonight. What I’m not here to do is take shit from you, a failed wrestler turned incompetent manager who drifts through life on his cousin’s meagre coattails. You’re a joke! In fact you’re lower than a joke, you’re nothing. You’re so pathetic people have stopped laughing because it’s more attention than your pathetic existence warrants!

Daniel: I’m a joke? Well we’ll see tonight who the joke is after Michael destroys you in that ring and advances onwards in the Emperor of the Ring tournament won’t we? Just don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Jefferson seems to find Daniel’s indignation extremely funny and lets out a small chuckle to himself before cocking his head in order to look over his shoulder and address Michael once again.

Jefferson: So it seems that tonight I’m going to have to make an example out of you Mikey! You can thank your little cousin here for what I’m going to do to you out there!

On that note Jefferson smirks in Daniel’s direction and storms out of the locker room, leaving the cousin’s Smart to share a decidedly awkward silence that is only broken when Daniel decides to speak.

Daniel: Look...

Michael: Do you realize what you've done? You just pissed off my psychotic opponent.

Daniel: Yeah, but...

Michael: Haven't we been through this? You don't need to get involved in everything I do! I had things under control, you didn't need to come waltzing in and ruin everything!

Daniel: But I thought you needed help.

Michael: Well, you thought wrong. But this is pointless. I don't have time to argue with you, I have a match to get ready for.

Michael starts warming up as Daniel lets out a sigh. Despite Michael saying otherwise, Jefferson's visit did affect both of them. To what extent, that will be seen later tonight.


Fade to Black

[Jonny Spade]

“THUNDERKISS: REBORN”
Credit: Thunder Train, Thunderkiss

[Ratings are down. Revenue is dropping. A sense of desperation emanates from the front office of Alpha Championship Wrestling. In an attempt to draw in new viewership, Ginger has green lighted the “ACW Experience” tour, a traveling expo that gives fans a first hand experience of a real ACW show including a meet and greet session with some of their favorite ACW wrestlers. To hype the first stop on this traveling show, Ginger has managed to get some air time on a local morning program. If he only knew who stands amongst the fans, he would have avoided this soon to be public relations nightmare. Someone has shown up this morning to do a little “meeting and greeting” of his own, a man who will soon become the equivalent of a shark in the water smelling blood. Blood belonging to ACW.]

Lisa Carter, Channel 7: Well Tony I am keeping my distance from this morning’s guest because I don’t want to be on the end of a body slam! Ho Ho Ho!

Tony Hamilton, Channel 7: Ha! Ha! Ha

Lisa Carter, Channel 7: Joining me this morning is none other than ACW wrestler Gary, who has brought the “ACW Experience” tour with him to town! Welcome Gary!

Gary: Glad to be here!

Lisa Carter, Channel 7: We’re glad to have you! Everyone is glad! Including all these zany rasslin’ fans behind you!

[On cue, we cut to a camera that is panning the crowd. Several ACW diehards take front and center, proudly displaying their 100 cotton ACW T’s.]

Gary: Wow! Listen to that! Let me tell you, it’s great to be here signing for all these crazy ACW fans! Now I know that may sound cliche to say, but lets be honest with one another. If it were not for these people then I wouldn’t have the greatest job in the world with the greatest company in the world!

“I disagree.”

Gary: ~Hwuh?

~!~SMASH~!~

[Gary’s head makes like a watermelon under one of Gallagher’s mallets. Blood splirts in all directions as his assailant’s mace impales itself firmly into his skull bone, coating the face and clothing of the local reporter. Sometimes in news you don’t have to go looking for the story. Sometimes it finds you.]

Interviewer: AAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Thunderkiss: We now cut into your regularly scheduled programming for a special announcement. I’m back and I am very pissed off.

[Our television audience has gotten a little more than what they bargained for during this edition of the morning show. Several of the viewers begin to spew up their Lucky Charms at the sight of Gary’s mangled body and Lisa Carter follows suit, leading to the television station pulling the plug on the live signal. While TK takes much pleasure in the chaos, unknown to him is that this tour has more than one ACW representative amongst its members and the interviewer’s screams of trepidation have altered one of them of his presence.]

Thunder Train: Hey! Who was that screaming?! Is everything ..... YOU?!

Thunderkiss: Hey Chubby McChubbo. I assume you showed up for the free food because your fat ass is too lazy to do this kinda thing voluntary.

Thunder Train: Oh hey Thunderkiss! It's good to know that after all this time you are still exactly the same with your witty humor. I suggest that you move along now though. You see, you are old news "brother." Things are a little different around here now. This is the Train's world now!

Thunderkiss: Oh, someone is a big man now because they are getting all the late minutes! Well, I hate to deflate your ego like cholesterol deflates your arteries, but the only reason you are now a closer is because guys like myself and Jake Steele are gone. Say, speaking of which, how is your home boy Steele doing? Oh yeah, that’s right! He ditched you too! I’m beginning to believe that it is you who is the problem with your abandonment issues.

Thunder Train: HAHAHA! Jake Steele ditched me? I dropped that bastard like a bad habit and took his spot. This past summer I made my climb to the top of this place by myself! I no longer need to follow someone around to get places anymore. I am my own man and I don't need help from anyone, especially you.

Thunderkiss: You’d like to believe that, wouldn’t you? The tone in your voice tells a very different story, big man. It’s telling me that you are full of shit. You may have a child like brain inside that cranium of yours but you haven’t forgot what I taught you long ago, that strength comes in numbers.

Thunder Train: .....

Thunderkiss: You made a mistake the day you left me, Train. Now I am giving you the chance to atone it. I am about ready to send ACW into the seventh level of hell. Join me, return to my side and I shall spare you from the chaos. Consider yourself lucky, no other man on the roster shall receive this offer.

Thunder Train: How, you are not even with ACW anymore? After everything you've done here I'm surprised they haven't tried to kill you yet. It’s not like they are going to let you walk right through the door.

Thunderkiss: Heh, that’s exactly what they are going to do. Trust me, they won’t have a choice in the matter. When that day comes, you’ll have a choice to make.

[Thunderkiss oozes confidence in his prediction. While this may be nothing new, Train can’t help but feel a few uncomfortable tingles on the back of his spine. Beneath the eyes of his ex-partner he can see visions of ACW laying in ruin as if it has already come to pass. This will be a decision he knows deep down he will not be able to ignore nor run from, and one that will take careful consideration. TK reminds him as such before he vanishes into the horizon line on his collision corse with ACW isle.]

Thunderkiss: Choose wisely..

[FADE]

[Jonny Spade]

Meeting the man (Credit: The Red Panther)

The Red Panther is in his locker room, lacing his boots. Up next is the biggest match of his short ACW career, a match against Johnny Hughes. After losses in a non-title match against VorteX which may have propelled his career, a crushing grudge match against Michael Smart and an Emperor Of The Ring match against Dave Shadow. Panther thought last weeks tag match would be the end of his losing streak, but after the match was canceled, Panther has been left the much harder task of defeating Johnny Hughes, an experienced ACW wrestler with many wins under his belt. Panthers 4-3 record is puny compared to Hughes 20-36-06 and two inch size advantage. However Panther is not one too back down. However, his preparation is about to be flipped upside down by the appearance of a man in the doorway. Wearing a purple tracksuit in walks Jimmy Winner.

Jimmy Winner: Jimmy Winner discarded our previous rendezvous to meet you now. Tonight Jimmy Winner will accompany you during your match against Johnny Hughes and ensure a Red Panther victory! As your manager Jimmy Winner suggests you adopt The Ultimate Winners own The Winning Move, wrestlings own miracle since 2005. However, Jimmy Winner wishes too make various changes. For one, Jimmy Winner suggests you drop the untalented screaming theme and replace it with a song by your second lord, with me being your first, Freddy Mercury. Jimmy Winner feels your song is gay. Your manager also suggests a set of purple trunks and pads, to fit in with Jimmy Winners own wrestling attire.

Panther: There are so many problems with that I cannot even count them, so I will go with the big three. For one, I will not be adopting your finisher under any conditions, ACW loves the Somoa Spin Kick and may go under without it. Second, Queen is not worthy of being in the same area code as Sepultura. And third, I would not be caught dead in purple trunks. Literally. I'm getting a group of snipers to guard my grave from grave dressers, just in case anybody tries to put me in purple trunks.

Jimmy Winner: Jimmy Winner suggests you take my advice if you wish to succeed.

Panther: I knew this was a bad idea, freaking Wing.

Panther storms out of the locker room and down the hall to Gingerdudes office. Panther barges in to the room, where Ginger and Panthers business adviser Andy Wing are talking, an open case of money in between them. Both are wearing suits and ties. Wing is wearing shades and has his back to the door.

Wing: Haha, Panther and Winner are our biggest cash cows yet, ain't that right Ginger.

Ginger looks at Panther and Winner, prompting Wing to turn and look.

Ginger: Hello boys, I see the two of you have been introduced.

Panther: What the hell is this fool doing here? Andy, you told me I would get a manager to help me in matches and too make some money, not raise my blood pressure.

Jimmy Winner: Jimmy Winner is tired of The Black Tigers stubborn ways, Jimmy Winner is not up for this.

Panther: See? He speaks in the third person and doesn't even know my name.

Jimmy Winner: Maybe if you got a real name Jimmy Winner would remember it. So what gives Wing?

Wing and Gingerdude seem more amused than worried at the twos bad chemistry.

Wing: Now see boys, I may have lied. Panther, when I told you to make a little more money using Winner, I didn't mean for you. I mean for me! Now see, I own one-hundred and fifty percent of your contracts, I can sign you up too any contract I want as long as you give me your verbal permission. And when I asked you two if you wanted too make some money what did you say?

Panther plus Winner: Well erm yeh maybe etc etc...

Ginger: Yes is what you are looking for. Winner, you need to accompany Panther too all his matches. And Panther, you need to work with Winner in your publicity events. In exchange for Mr Wing here getting $80,000 per month for each of you, I get to use the two of you in merchandise, shows, events and whatever I want too. Wrestling can be tough boys, get used to it.

Jimmy Winner: Jimmy Winner thinks this is bullshit!

Panther: Your cousin Mike Vick called, he says you're an asshole with no heart! I thought we were pals Wing!

Wing: Pals? You were my best client! To me you were a chicken producing eggs. And then one day you stopped laying big delicious eggs and started making small eggs with no worth. So I gave you a few drugs in Jimmy here and you started pumping the big eggs again! Sure the Jimmy drug had a few side effects, but no pain no gain, you get me?

Jimmy Winner: His peon mind cannot handle such ideas, unlike Jimmy Winners MENSA standard thinking machine.

Panther: I understand you smug little bastard, we're stuck together because Wing wanted a new car!

Panther storms out of the office.

Ginger: His match is next, follow him out there if you want a salary this quarter.

Winner looks as pissed as can be. He is split, walk away and go back to local radio living in a crappy apartment, or go out to help Panther and get a mansion, sports car and hot girlfreind. Knowing that Wing will make his life a living hell the second he ditches the contract helps make the decision.

Jimmy Winner: Jimmy Winner is no mans bitch. However he is a man who stays true to his word.

Winner leaves and jogs to catch up too Panther just before he leaves through the curtain.

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[Jonny Spade]

Title: The Re-re-debut

*Reggie Rawls (AKA JJB) is backstage getting ready for his interview with Kevin Anderson. He sports a white old school white and red pinstriped suit. JJB’s usually blond hair has been killed with dyed black hair. JJB’s face is now charcoal black and he proceeds to stare at a very unamused Kevin Anderson.

Anderson: Okay drop the façade JJB, we all know it is you…

*Anderson was interrupted by JJB no called Rawls, he speaks in an unconvincing southern accent and tries to make his voice deeper.

Rawls (JJB): Mr. Anderson your talent for trying to get my feathers ruffled is very offensive masa. I find you should take back what you said to me before I gets a’ mad boss masa. You and the rest of the fans are very receptive of me o’ lod mighty!! I haven’t heard cheers like this since I saw my cousin Zeke’s lynching, o’ lod that was a kneeslapper. I can’t believe that the fans here are chanting “Rawls”.

Anderson: No they are not they’re saying you’re balls. Why did I get stuck with this second rate showman?

Rawls: Listen Mr. Anderson boss sir, I find it hard to believe that I am a second rate showman. I am the shows of shows, the man who can dance his way out of counters and he I can howl like no other, so I suggest you take back your comments boss.

Anderson: You sir are an embarrassment to the world of wrestling, to make light of lynchings and the struggles of the black man is bullshit sir. And I want you to please leave.

Rawls: You sir are embarrassing all of my Rawlamaniacs without any evidence. Why do you hate on us sir? Is it because a natural born negro such as my self who used to shuck crawfish from New Orleans, become the biggest baddest brotha coming into the game? I am the man who makes money, this fed will die a slow death without exciting skills such as mine. Plus that grit eating wimp looking sissies you call wrestlers is very laughable. O’ lod have mercy masa, for the sky is the limit for a man with my talent.

Anderson: Why do you talk like that, we can see through your façade Josh the Jersey Boy!

Rawls: It’s offended no one but yourself o lod I wish you can see the light Mr. Anderson, because Rawlsamania is growing to be legion. We are growing where we outnumber you, just like how we outnumber you in other places but the country club. Me I’m getting blue skys a clear’a sir and you ain’t getting shit but love from internet marks with nothing better to do. Bossman I got nothing against you but you seem like you do this shtick without condoning or condemning me and I find it humorous that you dismiss any attempts I have at trying to connect with these nice people. You’re nothing but a grit eating redneck wimp Mr. Anderson.

Anderson: You’re just rambling on without making sense are you trying to fill up time because you have absolutely nothing to say.

Rawls: Do not fear the reaper Anderson, I got all the Rawlsaroonies behind me as I begin my quest to takeover ACW one win at a time. This plot has to begin slow Kevin, because if it does not I might be a subject of masa’s whip and he’ll kick this negro out of this fed. I am so tired of the bullshit politics I had to deal with in AWC (African Wrestling Championships) that I went to the better place ACW.

Anderson: People will trash you, they will hate you and scorn you.

Rawls: I’m used to getting hated on by white folks, I know the black fans will cheer on this negro to victory. So ACW here I come!!! OHWOOOOOOOOOOO

*Rawls walks away slowly and brings back a black burlap sack reminiscent of Jake “the Snake” Roberts and he unravels the rope accompanying the sack with a sick glee he removes as it is revealed it’s a championship belt.

Rawls: This my dear man is a way to get closer to my fans by wrestling them! HAHAHAHA! Mr. Anderson say hello to my new title the Inter-racial Title!! Inter-Racial because my daddy was black and my mom was white. And it can only be defended against fans and all they have to do is to survive 10 minutes in ring with me. If they can do that they will win this belt and a coupon to Wendy’s. So what say you members of the ACW universe? Wrestle me and have a chance at becoming a foot note in ACW history.

When they look at your picture whoever might beat me, you can be remembered fondly by your loved ones and me as I hold nothing against you as an opponent. So tonight my first opponent is a man named Chris Wallace from Ohio who happens to be a plumber. Go figure didn’t no Ohio needs plumbers but oh loddy!!

Anderson: You disgust me this interview is over.

Rawls: WHY DO YOU HATE ON A BROTHA FOR?! AFRAID I’M GONNA TAKE YOUR SISTER TO SPLASH MOUNTAIN. BECAUSE ONCE I START THE BED GONNA BE WET!!!

*The camera cuts off as Rawls gets ready for his match.

[Jonny Spade]

Title: Reggie Rawls vs Chris Wallace

* “Black or White” by Michael Jackson plays through the arena as boos shower down an oblivious Rawls (JJB) who thinks he is getting a heroes welcome. Rawls struts to the ring with a cane and proceeds to give high fives to unwanting fans. The victim tonight is Chris Wallace. Rawls stares at him with an intensity of a newly invigorated superstar. The ACW titantron now turns into a clock which says 10:00.Before the match Rawl's grabs a mic

Rawls: This match is for the Inter-Racial Title, I hope that you fans appreciate the show I will put for you as this man across from me has no business being in the ring with me.

Rawls drops the mic and Rawls begins the match with a simple handshake. Wallace takes his hand and shakes it, Rawls then withdraws his hand and slaps Wallace stiffly. Wallace does not take that insult kindly and he tries to grapple Rawls, but Rawls does a Michael Jackson pivot out of the grapple and hits Wallace in the groin. While all this action goes down the ref does not notice a thing Rawls is doing. Wallace gets back to one knee and gets in a boxers stance.

Wallace throws a couple of fast jabs at Rawls who dodges them with his hands behind his back. Rawls now does another Michael Jackson pivot and when he turns back he lands a vicious haymaker uppercut to Wallace. Wallace stumbles back by the hard blow and proceeds to fall out of the ring. Rawls pretending to be a good sportsman helps Wallace back into the ring and waits for him to get up.

When Wallace rises Rawls pokes the eye of Wallace and then he quickly goes to the back of Wallace and pretends to manipulate his arms like a puppet. Rawls then slows the pace down as he hits Wallace in the gut. Wallace who now gets on one knee wheezing for air is appalled to find that Rawls refuses to finish him.

Rawls sits on a top turnbuckle and looks at his watch for 3 minutes, when 3 minutes of no action happens the fans boo Rawls for his lack of a killer instinct. Rawls then hits the D.D.A.A.D. on Wallace to end his suffering. Only problem is that Rawls landed on his neck on purpose. Rawls goes for the cover as the ref counts to 3 as Rawls earns a victory.

*After the match Rawls laughs and picks his opponent up as a sign of good sportsmanship. Wallace is unconscious throughout Rawls’ mocking way of making it up to the fans. Rawls says “Come on, give him a hand”. When Rawls sees Wallace coming to, Rawls decks Wallace with a jab and watches him thud to the mat. Rawls then moonwalks over to Wallace and hits RR Presents Moonwalker. Rawls grabs his cane and unsheathes it to reveal a tiny fork on his cane. Rawls attempts to carve Wallace but refrains from doing so and after his moment of conscious he gets a mic.

Rawls: I am sorry for what I have done, I hope you nice fans can forgive a fool for acting foolish. I am appalled at the behavior I showed towards this undeserving man who did not earn the respect he deserved. But actually I am the closest thing this man will see when it comes to greatness and fame. His 5 minutes of fame were up when he stared me in the eye. So bless his heart and hopefully he makes a full recovery. Thank you all you’ve been a good audience.

*The crowd boos as Black or White plays as Rawls tap dances his way out of the ACW ring.

[Jonny Spade]

Match 3: Jonny Hughes vs. The Red Panther (Credit: The Red Panther)

TSpitfireg strains of Sepulrura's Roots bloody roots blasts out as The Red Panther strolls out, surrounded by smoke with Jimmy Winner behind him. Winner is not happy to be out there, but is forced to be.

Roots bloody roots
Roots bloody roots
Roots bloody roots
Roots bloody roooaaaaaahh

The Brazilian metal barely drowns out the boos, but it is obvious the crowd is not happy to see Panther. Panther climbs up the steps, climbs in and air boxes as the song kicks in.

I
Believe in our fate
We dont need to fake
Its all we wanna be
Watch me freeeaaak !!

Panther turns into his corner, turns back and gets into his fighting stance as Winner climbs onto the apron to talk to Panther, the two seemingly working together temporarily due to the fact it is in both there interests for Panther to win.

'Spitfire’ begins to play over the AlphaTron to a chorus of boos from the fans as Jonny Hughes steps out onto the stage and poses for the fans before heading down to the ring. He slides into the ring and poses for the fans once more before removing his jacket and draping his towel over the turnbuckle as he awaits the start of the match.

DING DING DING

Both men come out with some punches, neither man falling back. The first break through comes when Hughes knees Panther in the ribs. Panther stumbles back into the ropes, Hughes then follows and chops him. The Spitfire goes for an Irish whip, but Panther counters, sending Hughes to the ropes. On the return Panther goes for a backbody drop, but too early, allowing Hughes to elbow him in the back of the head, dropping Panther to one knee. Hughes slaps Panther in the face and laughs, only to get an uppercut to the jaw. Panther stands up and waits for Hughes to town while pointing to himself in a cocky way. When Hughes turns Panther grabs his arm and twists it into a hammer lock. With Hughes' arm in his control, Panther rams him into the corner chest first. He goes for a second but Hughes untwists his arm and droptoe holds Panther face first into the middle turnbuckle.

Maxwell: A back and forth match so far.

Edison: We will have to see if Jimmy Winner could be the tipping factor in this match.

Panther tries standing up but gets a shot to the face and then a headbut. Panther leans into the corner as Jonny backs up, slaps his chest and then runs in, hitting Panther with a yakuza kick. Hughes lets Panther fall down and then covers him, getting just a one count. As Panther stands up Hughes goes for a clothesline, but Panther ducks it and when Hughes turns around hits him with his signature pele kick! Panther covers but gets just a one. Panther kicks Hughes in the ribs and backs up to his corner, were Winner is. Winner seems to be yelling at Panther to go back and attack Hughes again, but Panther turns and tells him to shut up. This allows Hughes to get behind Panther and hit a big German suplex. Hughes doesn't waste time, locking Panther in a Texas cloverleaf!

Edison: Panther is in trouble, this is a powerful move.

Hughes leans back, using all his weight to put in the lock. However after just twenty seconds Panther push sideways, rolling over and pushing Hughes off him. Panther wastes no time, kipping up and then scooping Hughes up into a fireman's carry. Panther walks to the middle of the ring, flexes, and then throws Hughes down into a double knee gut buster. Panther covers Hughes getting a two count. Panther doesn't let Hughes up, jumping on him and pounding his face. Panther grabs Hughes hair with his left hand and punches him with his right. After a few punches Panther elbows Hughes in the nose hard and then transitions into a kimura. Hughes struggles, unable to escape the arm lock with normal means, so rolls over and slams Panther in the nose with his free hand.

Maxwell: That was a stiff punch from Hughes.

Panther loosens his grip, allowing Hughes to pull his hand away and jump to his feet. Panther follows but gets a knee to the gut and then a gut wrench suplex, laying him out. Hughes checks Panther is down and then climbs the top rope, most likely looking for the Ode To Dynamite. However as the ref goes to check Panther, turning his back to the top rope, Jimmy Winner jumps onto the apron and punches Hughes in the jaw. Winner then pulls Hughes leg away, dropping him crotch first onto the top rope! Winner then gives Panther the thumbs up, causing him to jump back up and onto the top rope.

Edison: Oh come on, that was blatant cheating. And it seems Winner and Panther have decided to work together.

Maxwell: Well Winner knows he gets payed based on Panthers performance, so you could forgive him for wanting Panther to do well.

Panther lays punches into Hughes skull before lifting him up to go for a move. However Hughes doesn't let him, punching back. Panther manages to catch one of Hughes punches and then tosses him down to the mat with great force. Hughes crawls away before Panther can fly off, and Panther knows he cannot land an elbow on a moving target without risking the entire match. Hughes stands up and turns to Panther, putting his arms and and mouthing "Come on ya wanker" or something. Hughes walks toward the corner and is about four feet away, still gesturing. Panther sees this and takes his chance, diving off, latching onto Hughes arm and putting his legs across Hughes. Hughes is surprised and off balance, but doesn't fall into The Flying Panther Grip (Flying armbar FYI). Hughes lifts Panther and slams him onto the mat, but can't lift Panther again, allowing Panther to roll him over into the armbar! Panther pulls at Hughes arm, but Hughes rolls his weight toward Panther, causing Panthers shoulders to touch the mat! Both know this, Hughes thinking he can pin Panther before tapping, and Panther thinking Hughes will tap before the three count.

1

Panther rolls Hughes away, his shoulders still down but the Flying Panther Grip locked in better.

2

The crowd falls silent (yep, this is a slow ass ref count).

TAP TAP THR-TAP-EE!

The bell rings and both men stand up. Hughes leans over the ropes, jeering at the fans, while Winner rolls in, nodding his approval to Panther.

Edison: Who won?

All three men realizes something is up and Hughes turns to Panther. The two start arguing until the ref walks between them, stopping them coming to blows.

Ref: The result of this match......





Is a draw.

The fans cheer due to the fact neither man has won, hating them both. Hughes leaves straight away, leaving Winner and Panther. Winner gets up into Panthers face and starts yelling at him, the microphone picking up phrases such as "You could of just lifted your shoulders up!", "Jimmy Winner is ashamed to be near you" and "If it were not for the contract, Jimmy Winner would leave right now". This angers Panther, who walks away from Winner, turning his back on him. Panther walks straight up the ramp, leaving Winner behind in the ring.

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[Jonny Spade]

Segment: Turning Away (Credit: Sarin / Yoko / Rattlesnake)

Unlike most women her age, Sarin enjoys a glass of red wine and a viewing of any Walt Disney movie ever made. Recently taking to the princess genre, Sarin pops in Sleeping Beauty into her DVD player, situates herself stomach-down on her bed, and settles in for a long stir, sipping wine between songs.

Sarin: Oh, I love this part!

In the film's iconic scene, the feuding good fairies engage in a wand-fight over the right to color the princess's dress with their preferred hue. Pink, blue, pink, blue--the dress flashes back and forth, this way and that, caught forever between two opposites. Pink and blue. Pink or blue. Pink with bl--

Sarin: Eek!

Rattlesnake: Huh?

Rattlesnake entered just as the fight reached its climax, with both fairies firing simultaneously. The resulting dress, and odd amalgam of the two dueling colors. The accompanying sound effect and visual aesthetic jars Rattlesnake, though he can't quite put his finger on the reason why. For her part, Sarin merely stares at the screen, frowning slightly.

Sarin: Sorry. Got jumpy.

Rattlesnake: Well, let me see if I can hold you down.

He pushes down on the pause button, and the image of the multi-colored dress remains frozen on the screen. Sarin's immobile too; at least, she is unable to move her arms and legs, pinned underneath Rattlesnake's weight.

Sarin: You're doing a pretty good job so far.

He kisses her neck, lifting up her hair to nibble her earlobe.

Sarin: Snake?

Rattlesnake: Hm?

Sarin: I miss you.

He tilts her neck to create an easier access point to her lips. In their awkward position, the kiss is strained, but with no shortage of affection.

Rattlesnake: Are you worried that I'm not coping with you reinstigating Flower Power?

Sarin blinks.

Sarin: You're perceptive tonight.

He shrugs, brushing back her hair and kneading the taut flesh above her shoulder blades.

Rattlesnake: You have a career. I have a career. We both have careers. It's only natural to divide our time between our peers and our lovers, right?

Sarin shifts, turning so her long, slender legs wrap around his waist. She fixes him with her glowering eyes, lips curling up.

Sarin: I like Wise Buddha Snake. A lot.

Rattlesnake: You're about to get a whole lot more of him right now.

Sarin: I dislike Cheesy Come-On Snake. A lot.

One growl later, he moves with her body, his gruffness like sandpaper on her alabaster, but she doesn't mind. As her neck hangs by the edge of the bed, her eyes catch the paused screen of the hybrid dress, and to her surprise, she finds herself wishing it all blue.

Fade.

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Segment: Turning Back (Credit: Jade / Yoko)

There is a bed. With two people in it.

Though productive guesswork would identify the two people as Sarin and Rattlesnake, given their last appearance on camera, Yoko's black, sleek hair pokes out from under the covers. She's panting, lips parted.

Yoko: Wow.

Girl: You didn't remember it could be this good.

Yoko: You're right. Get out from under there.

Jade's piercing stare is easily recognizable. She observes Yoko coolly while the latter catches her breath.

Jade: I don't kiss on the mouth aftewards.

Yoko: I guessed as much. I just wanted to see you.

Jade curls up on Yoko's upper breast, draping a leg across her underneath the blanket.

Jade: I've never been with someone so tense. You must really be missing her, hm?

Yoko: Who?

Jade snorts, and Yoko feels the gust of air tickles her cleavage.

Jade: Don't play dumb. You miss her. Lucky for you, I was horny.

Yoko: I'd rather not talk about 'her,' if you don't mind.

Jade rolls off Yoko and reaches for her nightstand. A few moments later a flame emits from her lighter, and she's smoking a cigarette. Yoko glances sideways, and the corners of her mouth twitch.

Jade: Got something on your mind?

Yoko: Yes.

Jade: Well?

Yoko: I apparently have a thing for smokers.

Jade's eyes narrow.

Jade: Since when did 'she' start smoking?

Yoko: During her time in prison. When else?

The smoker frowns and puts out her cigarette in the adjacent ashtray. The action does not go unnoticed by Yoko.

Yoko: I didn't mean to--

Jade: Whatever. I didn't want a cigarette anyway.

She slips on her loose camisole and glides out of the bed. Yoko sits, lofted up on some pillows, her straight hair shielding her breasts from view.

Yoko: Not everything is a competition, you know.

Jade: I'm taking a shower now.

She disappears in the bathroom, leaving Yoko alone with thoughts of people not in the room but of the bed.

Fade.