Monday Night Warfare 28th September 2009

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 28th September 2009

Schedule of Matches:
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Entertainment Title Match
Vortex vs. Red Panther

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TEXAS TORNADO
Flower Power vs. The Southern Smashers

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ACW International Title Match
Dave Shadow vs. Jason Freeman

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Special Guest Referee: Thunder Train
Dan White vs. Daniel Ness

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: A Weary Reunion
Dan White, Michael Smart

Last Thursday's actions were certainly shocking enough, with Dan White removing the mask that had plagued him for months and months. Black & White was revealed, and impacted with full forced. Thunder Train suffered some horrific attacks, including being assaulted with a barbed wire entwined tennis racket and a cricket bat. And it looks like B&W is here to stay. Well, at least under the control of Dan White himself. Whether this truly is the demon that once engulfed Dan's world over a year ago or whether it's just a manifestation within his mind, we are yet to find out.

The segment opens up in the backstage, with Michael Smart making his way down the hallway. He holds a merry tune in his whistle, but suddenly comes to a cautious halt as he ends up close to the coffee machine. The camera doesn't leave the audience hanging, panning across to see Dan White also at the coffee machine. Having felt no hard feelings over the break up of the Untouchables, Smart speaks, but still unsure onto which version of Dan he might be talking to.

Michael Smart: Hey, Dan...

'Dan' turns around, speaking to his former ally. And to his muted relief, it is the Dan White that he knew.

Dan White: Hey Smart, how are you doing?

Michael Smart: I'm doing okay. I wanted to see congratulations on winning the World Title. I've not really had the chance to since the group went their separate ways....

Dan White: Well thanks pal, I appreciate it. Took me a long time. But hey, if you keep going the way you are, it won't be a quarter of the time it took me before you're holding this belt.

Michael Smart: Heh, I'd like to think so...

There's a brief pause, as Dan takes his time to sip his coffee.

Michael Smart: So, I was just wondering, I know you have a match against Daniel Ness tonight.

Dan White: Yeah, I do. Shame about the referee though, eh?

Michael Smart: Yeah, but I had an idea. Since Ness isn't actually on the roster, you figure we could just have him shipped off? I mean, it would be great to be able to fight against you. Plus, if Train tried anything ridiculous, I could help you. Yeah, the Untouchables are no more, but I still have respect for you.

Dan crocks an eyebrow at his former team mate, before pondering. This only takes a brief moment, and Dan has made his decision.

Dan White: I like that idea, I like it a lot. I've gotta go and speak to Ginger anyways so I'll let him know, yeah?

Michael Smart: All right, cool stuff.

Dan White: Awesome. I'll see you in the ring then!

Smart nods his head as he begins to walk off, leaving Dan with the camera and his coffee. But Dan's eyes flicker between normal, and a strange, dark red where the whites in his eyes should be. Are we going to see the Dan White we witnessed in this segment, or are we in fact going to see something a lot more sinister?

Michael Smart best keep his eyes open, just in case.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Double trouble (or something less generic) (Written by The Red Panther)

Our scene opens to Charlotte King standing in the middle of the ring. The ring has been furnished with a cream carpet and two couches, facing each other so too the left of one is the ramp and to the left of the other the announcers table. Sitting on one is The Red Panther, sitting on the other is Jimmy Winner. Panther is awaiting his Entertainment Title match and so is wearing his wrestling attire, while Winner is wearing his purple tracksuit. Between them is a desk with the contract for their Emperor Of The Ring MMA match. King is standing holding a microphone.

Charlotte: As you both know, you are too sign the contract for your match at Emperor Of The Ring tonight. Ginger decided to make it public and for me to interview you two as well. Is that OK?

Charlotte holds the microphone close too Winner, who smiles.

Jimmy: Jimmy Winner has nothing to hide and will take pleasure from talking to a lovely lady such as yourself.

The crowd cheer Winner and one fan can be heard shouting "Get some Winner". Charlotte blushes, smiles and puts the microphone too Panther.

Panther: I'm not a wuss who will back down from a little interview, fire away sugar tits.

As per usual, the crowd boos Panther, even more so for the "sugar tits" comment.

Charlotte: First of all, what do you expect from your match tonight Panther.

Panther: As normal, I expect, no, I am sure that I will win the title. Last time VorteX beat me sure, but I have been in training since then and have improved. I have learned new moves and since our first encounter I have watched many of VorteX's matches. I know him better than the layout of my house, and now with the title on the line, I have that last bit of motivation I need. Be ready VorteX, because I'm taking that title if you like it or not.

Charlotte: And Jimmy, what do you think of Panther's chances?

Jimmy: Jimmy Winner does not like The Red Panther's chances, but Jimmy Winner is still forced to help him. VorteX is an honorable fighter, a true winner, and that will help him retain his belt over The Red Panther. He will also weaken Panther ahead of our grudge match. Jimmy Winner predicts a win for VorteX!

The crowd cheers Winners prediction. Jimmy leans back on the couch and puts his feet up on the contract table as Panther sits up straight.

Charlotte: OK then, so Panther, what do you think of Jimmy's win last Thursday over Kaoru Hanayama? Were you impressed by the victory?

Panther: I was not, I felt Winner was lucky, and the referee ignored many of Winners unfair tactics such as kicks too the back of Kaoru’s knee. If he did not use such tactics, Kaoru would have destroyed Jimmy. Winner is a cheater and should give up his college wrestling medals. I used by role as enforcer too try and even up the match but it seems evil prevailed.

Jimmy: Now hang on a minute Pheonix Wright, you have no right to break down Jimmy Winners performance, hypocrisy doesn't work well for you.

The crowd pops as Charlotte spins and puts the microphone up too an alert Winner.

Jimmy: Was it not you who attacked Shane Anzalone with a chair in your match against him after the referee went down? Is it not you who always holds on until the four count on a rope break? Jimmy Winner may use some tactics which you may not like, but he will not take being called a cheater. Jimmy Winner has fought fairly for everything he has ever won, from medals in sports events to getting the high score in Miss Pacman in the ACW coffee lounge.

Winner sits back a bit and grins, content with his little rant.

Charlotte: And Jimmy, what did you think of your performance last Meltdown?

Jimmy: Well, Jimmy Winner was a bit rusty early on, but he used his skill to defeat Kaoru, fair and square. Kaoru is a good wrestler, but Jimmy Winner is better, even despite his hiatus from the ring. And with that warm up, Jimmy Winner will be ready for Emperor Of The Ring.

The fans are definitely behind Winner, angering Panther as he sits forward, balling his fists.

Charlotte: Panther, tell us why YOU could win your match against Jimmy.

Panther snatches the microphone out of Charlotte's hand.

Panther: Now listen here. Last Meltdown you saw why I am better then Jimmy. I destroyed him after the match, Jimmy Winner was a twitching mess on the floor. And next Sunday, he will be a twitching mess again. This time after our match, Jimmy will be slumped against the cage, knocked out and bleeding from the nose. Jimmy Winner is nothing, let me clear that up again, NOTHING compared to The Red Panther. I have beaten opponents in ACW and mixed martial arts promotions in many weight classes, and Jimmy Winner will just be another stepping stone to greatness for me. After I win the Entertainment Title later tonight I will go down as one of ACWs greatest fighters. So to answer your question Charlotte, I will win the match because I am better than Jimmy Winner, I am better than VorteX and I am better then everybody.

The crowd boos Panther heavily as he throws down the microphone. Charlotte King picks it up and turns to Winner, unfazed.

Charlotte: And Jimmy, why do you have what it takes to beat Panther?

Jimmy: Unlike Panther, Jimmy Winner is not here to win titles. Jimmy Winner is here for two reasons. The first, honestly, is money. In this climate even Jimmy Winner needs money, and Alpha Championship Wrestling can provide that money. The second reason is simple; Jimmy Winner want to wipe that smirk off Panthers face which we all know he has under that mask. My one goal on Sunday is too win, not put on the match of the year, not get sponsored, not show off my newest move, Jimmy Winner wants to shut The Red Panther up, once and for all!

Jimmy stands and beckons too the crowd too crank up the volume even higher than it is. Jimmy grins and then drops back onto the couch.

Charlotte: OK gentlemen, now it is time for you to sign the contract.

Jimmy pulls a pen out of his pocket and signs his name on the contract. He then slides the pen across to Panther, who signs his name. Both men stay standing, staring each other down.

Charlotte: Please guys, save it for the match.

Panther growls and pushes over Charlotte.

Panther: Stay out of this bitch!

Winner is not the type of guy too let something like that go on. Straight away he leaps across the table, punching Panther in the face. He then goes for a clothesline, only for Panther too duck it and hit Winner with a Pele kick. Winner is knocked back and charges at Panther, trading punches. Neither man drops as security and refs flood into the ring, trying to split the two up. As they are dragged apart Winner manages to kick Panther in the gut, dropping him. The two are dragged down, Winner is held face down onto the mat and Panther is dragged away, not putting up too much of a struggle due to having had the wind knocked out of him. With the contract signed neither man can do anything except prepare for the match.

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Match 1: Entertainment Title Match
VorteX vs. Red Panther (Credit: Red Panther)

"Roots, Bloody Roots" plays as Panther makes his way out, pumped up, Jimmy Winner not behind him as he is excused from tonights event ahead of the PPV match. Panther rolls in, charges to the middle of the right and pumps himself with a shoryuken, a few Street Fighetr fans cheering.

Edison: Last time these two faced, VorteX defeated Panther.

Maxwell: Will it happen again, or will Panther score an upset?

"Out Of The Ashes" plays and VorteX makes his way to the ring, belt around his waist, the fans cheering. Panther makes the waist motion as VorteX slides in. Both men go to their corners, VorteX unhooking his belt and Panther shadow boxing. VorteX hands the belt too Joey Reynolds, who walks to the middle of the ring and holds it up as the bell rings.

DING DING DING!

The two square up, VorteX offering his hand up for a test of strength. Panther obliges, locking up. VorteX pushes Panther backwards down, buckling his knees. Panther falls to the mat, but manages to wrap his legs around VorteX and use his martial arts background to lay punches into VorteX's head. VorteX pulls back and elbows Panther in the face and then pushes down, putting Panthers shoulders onto the mat, getting a two count. VorteX stands, stopping the fight staying down. Panther stands and the two trade, Panther and VorteX both hitting straights. VorteX ducks one of Panthers punches and hits Panther with a jumping knee to the midsection, dropping him.

Edison: So far VorteX is in control, but as in all ACW matches that could change on a whim.

VorteX comes toward Panther too attack, but gets a boot too the midsection from below. VorteX tumbles too the ropes as Panther stands, laughing. Panther runs and boots VorteX in the forehead, flooring him. Panther then ground and pounds VorteX for a bit, showing his MMA skills ahead of his match. Panther covers, getting a two but is throws off. VorteX stands but gets an uppercut too the jaw and then the Barret .50 cal, a fisherman northern-lights suplex. Panther keeps the leg hooked, getting another two count, obviously trying to win as quickly as possible, no thrills. Panther stalkes VorteX for a kick but as he goes for it VorteX rolls away, causing Panther too miss the soccer kick. However without looking Panther hits a pele kick, nailing VorteX to the surprise of the crowd.

Maxwell: A big turnaround by The Red Panther here, maybe he can win?

Panther sits up VorteX, putting in a body scissors and slamming VorteXs head. VorteX manages to pull away Panther legs though and quickly stand, facing Panther. Quickly Panther headbuts VorteX, getting boos for the cheap hit. Panther whips VorteX into the corner and runs, crushing VorteX with a shoulder. Panther then turns, sitting on the top rope holding VorteXs hair. However VorteX punches Panthers ribs, causing him to lose his grip. VorteX then climbs up, knees Panther in the jaw and hits him with the Bane Grenade, an avalanche tiger driver! VorteX keeps a hold, getting a two. VorteX lifts Panther but gets tossed back into the corner and hit with the Hawiian Violence Party! Panther ends the flurry with another pele kick, dropping VorteX. Panther covers but again just gets two.

Maxwell: Panther does not look happy.

As Maxwell said, Panther is pissed. He stands VorteX and puts him in a wrist lock, dragging him to the middle of the ring. Panther repeatedly kicks VorteX in the ribs and then sucker punches him in the jaw with a closed fist, bloodying VorteXs lips. Reynolds pushes Panther away for the blow and checks VorteX. Panther runs in with a flying back kick but VorteX spots it, not only dodging it but pushing Reynolds out of the way. VorteX then strikes Panther into the corner, blasting him in the ribs. VorteX drags Panther out to the middle of the ring and hits him with the Phsycosurgery, winning the match with the cover.

Winner and still ET champion: VorteX!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

It's Going to be a Long Night...
By Dave Shadow, Alicia Kitsune & "The Attacker"

As we cut backstage again, we find the scene opening in one of the various roster dressing rooms. Dave Shadow sits back in a metal chair, taking in his surroundings. Last week, Dave told Gingerdude that he was sick of playing second fiddle to the boss; things were said by both men, and truth be told, Dave had regretted some of them instantly. He had come to the arena tonight to apologise, only to find his usual private locker room had been locked, and his entry barred. He had been trying to get in contact with Gingerdude all night, but so far the man had dodged him.

Dave hated being back in a common dressing room again. Various members of the ACW roster had been thrilled to see him knocked off his high perch, having to come back to prepare with everyone else. Still, at least Dave knew he was better than them, regardless of where he got dressed. He leaned over to tie his shoelaces.

As Dave busies himself, two feet walk into shot of the camera. Dave turns his head and looks at them, before looking up at their owner. He laughs and shakes his head before standing up. The camera follows, to reveal Alicia Laureano standing beside him. The crowd cheer for Alicia, as Dave greets her.

Dave: Alicia. Be a dear, and knock from now on, before arriving unannounced.

Alicia: Funny thing, Dave... this is a common dressing room, remember? People can come and go as they want.

Dave: Yeah, about that....

Alicia puts up her hand, stopping Dave from continuing.

Alicia: Dave, I’m not here to discuss your dressing room arrangements. I was wondering if you’d had any more thoughts on the last message the attacker sent.

Dave: Thoughts? Oh yeah. Had a bundle. Been thinking about it since the disc arrived and we played it. Been thinking about the attacker since he first left me in a bloody heap outside in the hall. Been just about the only thing I’ve been thinking about as of late.

Dave turns away from Alicia, walking over to his bag in the corner of the room. He starts rummaging through it, as Alicia folds her arms and follows after him.

Alicia: And?

Dave: And what? Am I any closer to figuring out who attacked me? Alas, no. Still no real clue as to who the individual...

Alicia: ...or group....

Dave: ..or group is.

Dave sighs and sits down on the bench beside his bag. He leans forward and puts his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes hard in the process. Alicia looks at him, feeling sorry for him. He looks tired and drained, the events of the last few months obviously taking a heavy toll on him. After a few moments of awkward silence, she decides it might be best if she tries to change the subject a bit.

Alicia: So you’ve gpt Jason Freeman tonight. You ready?

Dave: Of course I am. I could beat Freeman in my sleep. He’s not exactly that difficult.

Alicia: I wouldn’t underestimate him. It was quite a gruelling task to beat him when I fought him a few months back.

Dave: Yeah. You beat him, and I beat you though. So, ergo, I should have no problems dealing with him.

A sly smile spreads across Dave’s face.

Alicia: Dave, I’ve known a few sore losers, but you must be one of the worst winners I’ve ever had the “pleasure” of meeting.

The two smile, as Alicia moves over to sit down beside Dave. The silence spreads across the room once more, as the two stare forward, looking for something to say.

Alicia: We’re close.

Dave: Not really. It’s more of a professional relationship, in my eyes. Unless you want something more.

Alicia elbows him hard in the side.

Alicia: Not like that, you idiot. I meant....

Dave: I know what you mean. And the attacker knows it as well. He’s getting desperate. That just makes him dangerous.

Alicia: Like a rat backed into a corner.

Dave: A big rat. A big, bastardy rat.

Another silence, before Alicia sighs and stands up. Dave looks up at her.

Alicia: I’ve got to go. I had to bring the two rascals here as Victor’s out of town, and I want to get back to them and get them home as quickly as possible. All this talk off attacking...

Dave: It’s cool, go on. I’ll talk to you later if I think of anything. And thanks for the pep talk.

Alicia smiles at him and walks towards the door, opening it and heading out into the hall. Dave may like to act tough, but deep down, she suspects he’s not that bad of a guy. Just maybe a little bit misguided at times. She closes the door behind her and starts walking, making her way back towards her borrowed dressing room.

On the way, she passes a double door, one of which is open an inch. Nothing unusual about that. However, what grabs her attention is the fact that coming from the darkness behind the door, she can hear the faint sound of some music. She looks up and down the corridor, but no one else is in sight. She peaks her head into the room, but the darkness hides everything. Much to her surprise, the music is very familiar. “Always” by Saliva. The same music she heard on the attackers first disk.

Moving further into the darkness towards the music, she hears a footstep behind her. Someone else is in the room. Unfortunately, she hears the step too late; a hand comes from behind her and wraps around her face. Much to her horror, the hand is holding a cloth, which the person uses to block her airways. Slowly, she finds her thoughts becoming hazy. She tries to struggle, but the attacker has got the element of surprise.

? ? ?: Hush. It’s ok. I won’t hurt you.

Alicia, much like this scene, fades out.....

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Segment: What better way to conclude a feud? (Credit: Jonny Spade)

The scene opens up to GooeyGarth walking down the hallways of the ACW arena the crowd pops but he can’t hear so he shows no reaction. He knocks on a door and the camera man focuses on the door and it says”Gingerdude”, Gooey takes a deep breath and knocks inside the room and then enters the room. Gingerdude looks up at his desk and Gooey looks down in front of him and sees Jonny sitting in front of Gingerdude, at the same time Jonny turns his head and sees Gooey behind him. Jonny stands up and gets into a defensive position and Gooey does the same.

Jonny & Gooey: What’s he doing here?

Ginger: Guys… guys relax I called you both in here to discuss this situation between you two. So please take a seat.

The two take a seat, leaving a chair in between the two of them.

Ginger: So….how can we give this situation a solution?

Gooey shrugs.

Jonny: Of course that good for nothing skid mark wouldn’t have an idea on what to do…but I have an idea on what can be done. Suuuuure we can beat on each other BUT I figured we can kick it up a notch. And I have the perfect idea on what this would be.

Ginger: And that would be?

Jonny: V.R.M.

Ginger: I don’t read minds here…what does that stand for?

Jonny: V.R.M stands for Virtual Reality Match.

Gingerdude: Explain.

Gooey: Yah…explain.

Jonny: Well it is quite simple really. Two rooms hooked up to one environment with 360 degree screens. Each man gets goggles and full body suits, and walk through the virtual environment and when face to face with each other the body suits lets the people feel the pain as if it was real. So…think of it as a virtual street fight.

Ginger: Gooey what do you say?

Gooey: I’m game.

Jonny: Great see you then.

Jonny is first to exit with a smirk on his face and then Gooey exits the office not before looking at Ginger with the tiniest look of concern on his face.

End.

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Segment: Crunch Bar Time (Credit: Train)

We open inside of the locker room of da Thunder Train. He sits in front of his giant television screen and re-watches the footage from last week. He rewinds the shot of him getting the 75MPH kick over and over again. Train's expression is one of anger and disbelief that he was caught off guard like that. Thunder Lawyer sits behind him at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in his other hand. He takes a slurp of the mug and sets it back on the table and turns the page of the paper. Train rewinds the footage once again. He clenches his fist and slams it down on the coffee table in front of him. Thunder Lawyer looks up from the newspaper he is reading and stares at Train.

Thunder Lawyer: What is it now?

Thunder Train: You know what's wrong! HOW COULD DAN DO THAT TO ME?

Thunder Lawyer: Oh come on, you have been getting the best of him for weeks now. Did you actually expect him to not do anything?

Thunder Train: I expected his goonies to come after me and that's it! I had no idea he would go all black and white on me....

Thunder Lawyer: What about Doomtrain? He still lives inside of you now through a series of events that don't make any sense at all but whatever.

Thunder Train: Shh we have to three month rule that because of the lack of development in this feud.

Thunder Lawyer: Well, what is your plan now?

Thunder Train: I don't know. My plan was so simple a while ago. I just expected to beat Dan into a bloody pulp until the pay per view then pick through the bones and get the title.

Thunder Lawyer: There is still time for that ya know. You got the match later tonight that you have to be the special referee in.

Thunder Train: I know that, but I don't know how Dan is now. He might be newly rejuvenated because of Black and White.

Thunder Lawyer: Then take him out tonight and be done with it. Destroy him as much as you can then take his title away at Emperor of the Ring. I mean, look at this here.

He turns the newspaper back a couple pages and gets up from his seat. He takes a few steps forward and hands the paper down to Train who looks at it. He scans it over but quickly hands the paper back to Lawyer.

Thunder Train: I don't care about this shit.

Thunder Lawyer: No you idiot. Look! In a recent poll about the championship match, 80% of the people said you have the advantage. Many don't like that you do, but what you have done in recent weeks has caused people to accept it. Thunder Train, you are the next World Heavyweight Champion!

Train smirks then rises up to his feet. He takes the paper and looks over the results again and it does show Train with a commanding lead over the world champion. He crumples up the paper and throws it to the ground. He picks up the remote and turns off the TV. Then he looks over to Thunder Lawyer and smirks again.

Thunder Train: Goddammit, you are right. I'm gonna go out there tonight and give Dan a beating like he's never seen before. Then I will take back that title and bring some dignity back to it.

Train turns and exits the locker room. Pumped up, Thunder Lawyer smirks as well then claps his hands. He is probably even more confident than Train right now as the two make their way down the hallway that lies in front of them.

Fade.

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Yoko segment

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Match 2: TEXAS TORNADO
Flower Power vs. The Southern Smashers

Match will be posted ASAP.

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Revenge...On Hold
Jack Jefferson / Mr. Red


With less than a week until Emperor of the Ring there is definitely a buzz in the air. Last week the finals were decided and it’s definitely a “root for carnage” situation as two of ACW’s most hated men take each other on in Jack Jefferson and Dave Shadow. Nonetheless there is a lot of speculation surrounding the match and much of the Internet Wrestling Community has dubbed it a potential classic. The boos are deafening as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones, the music of Jack Jefferson, booms out of the speakers. The majority of the crowd even leap to their feet; such is their willingness to show their disdain for him. Jefferson looks far from affected by the negative reaction, he should be used to it by now after all, as he struts through the curtain wearing his casual clothing of dark jeans and a colourful t-shirt.

He smirks at the various insults the nearby fans hurl at him as he struts down the ramp, normally he’d take his time to unleash a few of his own but today he’s got his mind focused purely on business. He is handed a mic by an unseen crew member and rolls into the ring before standing nonchalantly in the centre of the ring as the fans ramp up the volume in an attempt to stop him from speaking. Previous proceedings would suggest that Jefferson would quickly become tired of this charade and attempt to speak over the fans, inevitably telling them to “shut the fuck up” and getting the opposite reaction, but today he calmly waits. He even lounges casually against the ropes to show how little this is affecting him. Eventually the crowd noise dies down and Jefferson is able to speak.

Jefferson: On Thursday night you all saw history made. You all witnessed the biggest and most significant moment of my young career. You saw me destroy Anthony Kalb in this very ring and progress onto the finals of the 2009 Emperor of the Ring tournament. Kalb was the third hurdle in my race to win the title, both Jonny Spade and Michael Smart falling before him. Now I only have one more obstacle to overcome and I finally get a shot at the ACW World Title. A shot, may I add, that I richly deserve. Standing in my way is none other than Dave Shadow, a man with whom my history is well documented. However, I’m not here to talk about Dave Shadow tonight. I’ll talk about that at a more appropriate time but right now I have more pressing matters in mind!

A murmur spreads around the audience. It starts small but catches like wildfire and soon the murmur is almost deafening as people mutter to one and other, speculating on what he’s here to talk about if it isn’t Dave Shadow. Their questions are soon answered by Jefferson, who doesn’t even wait for the noise to die down before continuing.

Jefferson: Mr. Red, you must’ve thought you were the luckiest guy in the world on Thursday night! Seriously, I bet you were sat in the back grinning from ear to ear as I picked up that inevitable 1, 2, 3 and progressed to the finals weren’t you? After all, it was hardly any secret that I was planning on challenging you to a match at the Emperor of the Ring PPV to finally settle the score once and for all. To finally hand out the punishment you deserve for harassing me for nigh-on two months, for splitting my head open two...two times with your precious little baseball bat! Well I hate to piss on your bonfire Red but you’re far from off the hook. I couldn’t let that happen now could I? No, so the way I like to look at it is that your punishment, your judgement day, the day I expose you for the fraud you are hasn’t been cancelled but slightly delayed.

You see Red, I’m not going to challenge you at Emperor in the Ring. No, that would be stupid and there’s not a chance in hell I’m jeopardising my chances of winning that title shot to put you out of misery as soon as possible. So, instead of destroying you at EOTR I’ve decided the best idea would be simply to kick seven shades of shit out of you at the first show back. Now, I’ve thought about it long and hard and I came to one realisation - I need a match where I can legally dish out as much pain as possible on the way to picking up another victory. So, naturally, I thought we’d have a Hardcore Match, No Holds Barred, whatever name you want to give. Then I gave it some more thought and decided, no, that didn’t quite feel right. Then it struck me. The perfect idea popped into my head when I realised how much pleasure you took from striking me down with that bat of yours. That made me think of just how much pain I could inflict on you with Chloe, my trusty crowbar, and I knew I had it. The concept is very simple. Much like a No Holds Barred match anything goes with one stipulation so simple even you could understand - the only legal weapons are your bat and Chloe here. What do you say? Are you man enough to step up to the challenge or are you going to simply continue attacking me from behind until I finally get my hands on you and end your career?!

To signify that he’s said his piece Jefferson throws down his mic and begins pacing from side to side, never taking his eyes off the stage at the top of the ramp. There is a minute or so of tense silence, well as near to silence as you can get in an arena that’s completely sold out and filled with rabid wrestling fans. After what seems like an age the speakers burst into life and the opening chords of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses get a huge ovation from the fans. Mr. Red walks through the curtain but his face is seriousness personified, his usual grin left behind as he stares daggers down into the ring at his former partner turned mortal enemy.

Red: So if you aren't going to fight me at Emperor of the Ring, why don't we fight right now? Why don't we have our match tonight?

The crowd goes crazy upon hearing this idea. Jefferson takes a step back in the ring, he doesn’t look particularly thrilled with the idea.

Red: That's right. You will find some way to whine and bitch your way out of it cause you have a "high profile match" coming up. That's fine, Jackie Jeffo. I will wait to beat your ass. I'm starting to grow bored with the sneak attacks. Should you miraculously win your match with Dave Shadow we should make things even more interesting though. If you win it you should put your title shot on the line, seeing as you’re so sure you’ll win. That is if you have what it takes to win it in the first place, but I don't think that will happen. So, soon enough, I will beat your ass and take your pride. Meanwhile Dave Shadow will go on to challenge for the top prize in the business. I’d wish you good luck but I don’t think even that will be enough to help you!

Without so much as another word Red drops his mic and disappears back behind the curtain as Jefferson stands in the centre of the ring staring up the ramp, seething. He launches on a foul-mouthed tirade, hurling every single under the sun Red’s way. His obscenities, however, remain unheard as the rampant crowd cheer their approval for what Red had to say. Title shot on the line or not, the first show back has guaranteed fireworks between these two!

Fade to Black

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Go Go Power Rangers
Dan White

The camera opens up in the backstage, and our hero, that is the Welsh Dragon, World Champion, Mr. Omega Effect, King God of all Lords etc etc, is shown on camera, to a pop from the crowd. He's outside a door, with the World title braced across his shoulder. He is very much himself, similarly to what we saw earlier on when he was with former team mate Michael Smart. He is outside a familiar room, and as he knocks on it, the camera pans at the name bearing it.

Gingerdude: Come in.

Dan opens the door, and Gingerdude almost knows exactly who it was going to be. Well, when you think about it, he has a television set in his room, so he clearly saw that Dan White was about to knock on his door. God works in mysterious WaAaAaAaYs.

Dan White: You were expecting me.

Gingerdude looks at Dan, with anger starting to form slowly over his face. He holds up sheets of paper, in a very familiar way to what we have seen in the past.

Gingerdude: THESE, Dan, are insurance papers. I have no idea what the hell got into you but this is completely against our agreement! I offered you full security against Thunder Train and instead, you go and nearly paralyse the man!

This is somewhat contradictory, wouldn't you agree?

Dan White: Hmm, after all the attacks that Train stuck on me. Yes, it's completely fair to say that you had your best men defending me. Let's be honest, Gingerdude. You set all of this up, didn't you? You were working behind my back with my enemies, just like you have been doing for the best part of six months!!

Gingerdude: Oh, don't be so paranoid! I have got nothing to do with that overweight buffoon! All I know is that we had an agreement, and you broke it!

Dan White: BROKE IT?! You broke it when your shitty security couldn't handle that fat bastard! Did you know how often I could have pressed charges? Ruined your title match at the Pay Per View?! But I didn't, because I owe it to these fans!

Gingerdude: Oh stop blithering on about those fans! You know fine well that you only do this for yourself, riding off their coat tails to get yourself more popular!

Dan White: Well that's a load of bullcrap right there! You never liked me as a person, and that's fine. But to suggest that I would go to such lengths that I did in winning this title, that I would turn my back on the fans now? You've got to be kidding me. If I was going to do that, I would have done it the night after I won the damn thing! You're a clueless old man, Gingerdude.

There's a sudden pause, as both men glare at each other. The tension is slowly rising, with neither man preparing to back down. Their heads are just inches apart, and it feels like a punch could be thrown at any moment...

...But the punch never comes. Instead, Dan calms himself down, dusting himself off.

Dan White: I want my match changed to Michael Smart instead of Daniel Ness. It'll be a more competitive match, and it gives me a chance to fight somebody I've never fought before.

Gingerdude: Deal.

There's little motion in Ginger's voice. He just says it and leaves it as it is. Dan nods, before exiting the office. Gingerdude sits back down, snarling. It seems as though the rivalry between the duo has just been reignited.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: I Hear Voices in My Head....
Credit: AK, Dave Shadow and The Attacker

The scene opens up in one of the numerous backstage hallways in the ACW Arena. Dave Shadow is proceeding along said corridor, ACW International Title over his shoulder as he whistles a jaunty tune in preparation for his match against Jason Freeman. As he turns the corner he heads towards a locker room with the door wide open; the sound of a young child gurgling can be heard from inside. As Dave crosses the threshold he sees young Riccardo lying on a baby blanket underneath a hanging ball from a plastic rack as he bats it with his feet, laughing with not a care in the world.

Dave: Alicia?

Dave looks at Ricardo and can’t help but smile as he turns his head towards the sound of the voice and recognizing Dave, laughs again. Dave sits down next to him and lightly taps the ball as Ricardo looks back at it, smiling as Dave rubs his head.

Dave: So young man, where’s your mum at?

Dave waits another second, certain that if Ricardo is sitting there and Helena is softly snoozing in the nearby bassinette that Alicia must just be in the washroom attached to the dressing room. As Dave sits for a few minutes however, waiting for Alicia and playing with Ricardo he begins to grow a tad worried. Pushing himself off the floor he walks over to the bathroom, lightly tapping on the door.

Dave: Alicia, you in there?

No answer. Dave knocks again.

Dave: Alicia, are you alright?

Again no-one answers; the noise has caused Helena to stir in her crib, opening her small eyes to the world once again as Dave raps on the door for the third time, this time more loudly.

Dave: Alicia?

Helena, now wide awake, announces her presence with a loud cry that attracts attention from both Ricardo and Dave. The latter turns and quickly hurries over, scooping up Helena in his arms and slowly rocking her as he turns his attention back to the door, taking a deep breath before he speaks.

Dave: I’m coming in.

Dave puts Helena softly back down into her crib, lining himself up with the door before throwing his weight into it. The first time does very little visibly, but it weakens the frame enough that the second time blows the door open as Dave closes his eyes.

Dave: Alicia?

With no answer, Dave opens his eyes slowly and is shocked when there is no one in the washroom, as he stares around looking for AK. As if sensing something is wrong, Helena begins to fret again, and Ricardo’s face creases up as a prelude to his own complaint. Dave quickly picks Helena up and then gathers the second child in his other arm; he tries to reassure them, thoughts of what could have happened to their racing through his mind.

With no other option, Dave heads out of the hallway and as he turns around the corner, nearly bumps into Charlotte King.

Charlotte King: Ah Dave, I was looking…

Dave’s worried expression cuts her words short.

Dave: Have you seen Alicia? She left these two in the dressing room alone. I was talking to her earlier and she said she was heading straight back to them.

Charlotte King: I haven’t seen her, no. I’m sure everything’s fine though, she’s pretty capable of-

Dave: Charlotte, this is no time for a history lesson. I'm worried something bad has happened.

He shakes his head; Riccardo looks at him quizzically.

Dave: I’ve got a bad feeling about this. If something is happening to her it’s going to be all my fault. I dragged her into this.

Charlotte King: I understand your concern, Dave but let’s not jump to any conclusions. Maybe she just stepped out to take a call or something. It’s odd that she left the kids behind, but if she was only going to be a minute then it’s really not that strange. Just relax and breathe.

Dave: I know, I’m just... look at what happened to me, to Jay…

Charlotte King: I understand Dave, I do but you need to relax. You’ve got a big match tonight that you need to be ready for against Jason Freeman.

Dave: …

Shadow is still clearly concerned. Charlotte decides to try and divert his attention to something else, whilst also attempting to conceal her own unease for the childrens’ sake.

Charlotte King: Here, seeing as how we’re both available at the moment, why don’t I ask you a few questions before your match tonight?

Dave turns and looks at Charlotte, shaking his head,.

Dave: Not now. Alicia first, then interview. Are you going to help me?

Charlotte shakes her head at Dave’s insistence at finding Alicia before agreeing to the task.

Charlotte King: Alright, first things first, let’s check the locker room again. I’m sure she was just out for a minute. If she finds these two gone, I wouldn’t like to be in her line of fire...

The mention of their name draws all four little eyes to Charlotte who looks at the two youngsters, now happily settled down in Dave’s arms as the two walk back towards the locker room. Stepping through the threshold again Charlotte looks around as Dave takes a seat with the twins on his lap, brother and sister looking at each other as their heads rest against the chest of Dave.

Charlotte: I don’t know Dave, I don’t see her. Let’s just wait a minute and get this interview done, shall we? I’m sure she’ll be back.

Dave hangs his head as he looks down at Ricardo and Helena, a number of thoughts racing through his mind. What if she was attacked by the same person? Could he live with himself if these two were forced away from their mother as she recovered from a vicious attack? What if it was worse? What if indirectly Dave had taken their mother away from them, at such a young age surely they’d eventually lose their memory of her...

Dave’s pity party continues as he shakes his head, eventually resting it looking at Helena. His nose however draws the fancy of the mischievous Ricardo who sticks his small hand out and grabs a hold of it before twisting, returning Dave back to the real world.

Charlotte King:…Dave, are you with me?

Dave: Yeah, sorry.

Charlotte King: So what are your thoughts on your match against…

Dave: Look Charlotte, I said no to the interview. Listen, we've been keeping this on the down low, but a week ago we got another message saying there’d be no more attacks but it finished off with a line from Silence of the Lambs. At first I had no clue what it means, but what if he’s going to do something to Alicia that isn’t a quote unquote attack.

Charlotte King:All right, if you’re determined to look at the worst case, let’s say for a moment Alicia was taken by the attacker. The chances are he’ll be true to his word. He has been this far, after all. Maybe this is all a ploy to distract you before your match tonight against Freeman. Maybe this is all designed just to get into your head.

Dave turns his head and snaps at Charlotte.

Dave: You don’t think I haven’t thought of that? You don’t think I’ve not got…

Charlotte King: Don’t snap at me Dave, I’m just trying to help you out. I’ve…

Dave: Then help me find Alicia instead of trying to interview me at every juncture, alright?

Charlotte King: Fine then. Where do you want to start?

Dave: I don’t know. This arena is massive.

Charlotte King: We need the help, someone who knows the arena. Normally in this situation I’d suggest asking Ali, but..

Dave Shadow shakes his head at Charlotte as Ricardo this time grabs Dave‘s ear. Dave gently disconnects him, letting Riccardo grasp his finger instead.

Charlotte King: Sorry.

Dave bows his head, thinking for a moment looking to his right at the now sleeping Helena.

Dave: Do you remember where the old locker rooms are?

Charlotte King: Why?

Dave: I want to start there. Just a hunch.

Charlotte King: I know where they are, but what are we going to do with Ricardo and Helena?

Dave: They’re coming with us. I’m not leaving them with anyone right now. I don't trust anyone. If something has happened to AK, I couldn’t look her in the eyes if something happened to these two as well.

Charlotte King: But…

Dave freezes Charlotte with a stern look as he rises up off the couch.

Charlotte King: What if we’re attacked? You could be putting them in harm’s way...

Dave: Then you take them, and if anything does happen, you get the heck out of there. Heaven help me, if someone targets them...

Charlotte King: Let’s not go there, shall we?

With that Dave passes Helena and Ricardo off to Charlotte as the two head out the door ready to begin the search for Alicia and presumably, the attacker.

Charlotte King: Wow, you two are getting really heavy... let’s find your mother before I end up with pythons like Thunderkiss.

The party of four heads out of earshot.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“A PREVIEW”
Credit: High Roller

[The open air and road are like Heaven and behind him his angel clutches her arms tightly around his torso. The man known as the High Roller has now embarked upon a cross country trip all the way to the Eastern seaboard where a new game and jackpot awaits. However, upon the way, wrong turns be had and he and his Lady Luck now find themselves lost in the panhandle of Eastern Nebraska. For the past few dozen miles the scenery of endless cornfields has not changed causing them to lose their bearings even further. Luckily for them a diner in the middle of nowhere comes into view and with it, hope. Will the natives point them back in the right direction? Don’t “bet” on it ... ]

Lady Luck: Excuse me? Do you think you could tell me where the exit to Interstate Eighty is? I’m afraid we took a wrong turn somewhere down the line and got ourselves lost.

[The bartender heard Luck’s question but too preoccupied measuring every inch of her figure with his eyes to answer. A queasy feeling sweeps over Luck as his lustful gaze sweeps over her person.]

Bartender: No, but I can tell you where to find a better ride than that dusty old chopper you just jumped off of.

Lady Luck: Oh?

Bartender: Right here, honey. Hehehe.

[Luck struggles to contain a bit of vomit that has come up from her stomach as she watches the man reach a new level of lewdness as he reaches down and tugs upon the crotch of his pants. Turns out she wasn’t alone. The diner door swings open yet again and a shadow of a man looms large from the outside. Now shrouded in darkness, the bartender cannot help but feel tingles of fear dance upon his inner conscious.]

High Roller: Now dat’s no way to talk to ‘ah Lady. Stranger, I ‘dink you owe her an apology.

Bartender: Oh? And why would you THINK that, smart ass?

High Roller: Did’ent your mama teach you any repek, boy?!

Bartender: I guess you could say she spent the same amount of time teaching me manners are yours spent teaching you English.

High Roller: ‘Ow Cute.

[With hands faster than a magician, High Roller yanks the man’s head almost clear off his shoulders as he slams it into the diner’s counter. A massive dent and a loud thump lies in the aftermath of his strike confirming to him that this man will surely think twice before ever insulting a woman again. The Roller then dusts off his hands and turns to the rest of the bar patrons who stair at him with their mouths agape in fear.]

High Roller: Consider ‘dat a lesson learned, boy. ‘Dis be one deck you ain’t gunna shuffle. Now any of you’se fine people care ta ‘ell us were ‘dat pesky ol’ road is?

[In almost a comedic fashion, every hand in the joint goes up into the air, all pointing towards the East.]

High Roller: Why t’ank you. Time to roll ‘dem bones, mon cherie. How ‘bout a little blow for gud luck?

[The Roller reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lucky dice, a pair of cubes that have never let him down yet. With a little of his lady’s luck, he is sure that the streak will continue. And it’s going to have to, if he hopes to come out of his next business venture an unscathed man.]

High Roller: Datta’ girl.

[FADE: SEE YOU AT EOTR!]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Special Guest Referee: Thunder Train
Dan White vs. Daniel Ness (Credit: Dan White)

Philip: The following match is a special guest referee match! Introducing first, the referee....Thunder Train!!!

Gourmet Race hits to jeers from the crowd, as Thunder Train walks out of the curtain to a white shirt with hastily painted black stripes on it. It's unclear as to whether he'll call this one down the line, but with blood wounds still visible, it seems unclear that he'll be totally fair. But we'll see.

Philip: And the first challenger, weighing at 228 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois....Michael Smart!

"Live to win" by Paul Stanley starts playing. White and blue lights start flashing in the arena as Michael Smart comes out, wearing a white vest. Close behind him is Daniel Smart. The two make their way to the ring, Michael looking around the crowd at the fans. Daniel stays at ringside as Michael climbs the stairs and steps inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and raising his arms up in the air triumphantly. The lights stop flashing as Michael jumps down and starts pacing around the ring.

Philip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 248 lbs....THE WORLD CHAMPION, Dan White!!

ANARCHY!!!!!!

”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He may do that on one or two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and glaring at Thunder Train, before shaking Smart's hand.

The bell rings and the match kicks off. Well, it starts anyways. Both Dan and Smart lock up, and Dan whips the technician towards the ropes. Dan goes for a Hammerlock, but Smart is able to turn himself and lock Dan into one of his own. Dan manages to drop to the floor, pushing straight off and rolling, quickly getting to his feet as he turns around. He catches Smart in an arm drag, taking him to the floor. The momentum sends Smart up to his feet, and Dan attempts to take him down again. But Smart is much like him name suggests, and he manages to lift Dan up, rather surprisingly, into a Fireman's Carry. Dan hits the deck, but again is quick to his feet. The duo lock up again and Smart this time manages to send Dan to the ropes. The Welshman attempts a lariat, but Smart manages to duck under it and catch Dan in an Avalanche-Style pin. Train is unable to make the cover as Dan is quick to roll backwards, onto his legs. With Smart in a vulnerable position White attempts a calf kick, but Smart manages to catch the leg. He attempts the Dragon Screw, Dan's trademark, and he's moderately successful; Dan uses his hands to cushion the fall, and he rolls to his feet. He quickly turns around to see Smart ready to fight, and the duo pause. The crowd goes utterly bonkers for the quick-fire start to this fight, and show their appreciation for the duo.

They then lock up again, and this time Dan reverts to his more familiar, brawling style, locking Smart in a headlock. He whips him at the ropes, and manages to lock him in a Rear Naked Choke, dropping him to the ground. Dan makes the cover, but again Train is too slow to get to the deck and make the count, this somewhat angering Dan. But he takes it on the chin, instead, lifting Smart up to his feet. They lock up, and Dan goes for the headlock again but this time Smart is able to slip behind Dan. He wraps his arms around the World champion and plants him with a punishing German Suplex. But Smart isn't finished yet, and he keeps hold, lifting Dan into another German Suplex, this time releasing the hold. Dan looks hurt, but he doesn't look out of it, at least not yet. He slowly gets to his feet and the special guest referee watches on, as Smart locks Dan in a facelock. Dan screams out, but he's able to use his free elbow to escape the hold, catching Smart in the chest and sending him sideways. When Smart does turn around back to Dan, he's kicked in the stomach, and the Welshman follows it up with the Spinechiller!! Dan makes the cover:

One................

Two.............

.....................

.....Kick out by Michael Smart!!!

Hmm, something didn't seem right there, and Dan knows it. He quickly gets to his feet, lifting his finger up at the referee. It's just that this referee happens to be 300 lbs and over 6 feet tall. But it doesn't stop Dan going up to Train, and arguing, plain out shouting in his face. He's clearly not happy, and I don't think any of you lot would be either. And Dan would be less happy when Smart, just recovering from the Spinechiller, rolls Dan up into a cover, and Train is quick to make the count:

One-Two-Three!!

Philip: Wow....Here is your winner, Michael Smart!!

”Live to Win” by Paul Stanley hits, and Michael Smart is as shocked as anybody that he's been able to pin the world champion. It may have been with heavy influence from the guest referee, but Smart won't take anything away from this. He's quick to leave the ring however, as he celebrates with the crowd who gave him a decent-sized reaction for the surprise victory. He looks towards the ring where Dan White is glaring at Train, and he looks back towards Smart. He gives a more apathetic look towards the victor, showing the respect he still holds for his team mate, but he turns back towards Train, with all hell about to break loose.

And Smart is seldom up the ramp when a giant left hook goes sailing into Thunder Train's face. It knocks him down to one knee, and Dan hits off the crowd, launching himself onto the big man. But Train catches him, grinding him to the floor and sending in a few of his own punches. Dan is in a precarious situation, but he's able to roll over, getting himself on top of Train. He throws his own punches, but is quickly caught out by the vast amount of security guards that suddenly swarm the ring, pulling both men back. At this point, it is clear that it is no longer Dan White that we're seeing here, but once again that dark manifestation that dominates his personality. With deep dark reddened eyes, 'Black & White' glares at Thunder Train, who has a sizable amount more security guards holding him back. And soon, there is a voice that breaks the tension, with both men eager to get at one another.

Gingerdude: All right, ALL RIGHT! I'm sick to death of you two knocking seven bells out of each other! If you want to do that, then you can wait until Emperor of the Ring! And for good measure, I'm going to make it a No Disqualifications match! Now that way, you two will be able to go as far as you want to go in order to win! Now take these two away and out of my arena!

There's a pop for the match announcement, as a fiery Gingerdude leaves the ramp, leaving the demented B&W and Thunder Train being pulled further apart, as we go to an ad break.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Talent, incoming... (Credit: ??)

WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH?!

It’ll last so... much... longer...[/center][/font]