Wednesday Night Warfare. November 11th, 2009

[Kim Jong CP]

Criminal Vs. The Ringleader

ROUND TWO: #1 CONTENDER FOR THE ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPIONSHIP
The Red Panther Vs. Trent Wheeler

#1 CONTENDER FOR THE ACW WORLD TAG TITLES
Cordelia LeBlanc & Cyda White vs. Lillith Dormieux & Jonny Slayer

Run Away Vs. Michael Smart

MAIN EVENT
Dave Shadow & High Roller vs. Jack Jefferson & Jonny Spade



I will be posting the show at 5 EST as I've got a little bit of work left to do on the main event, as well as the entire tag team match. I've also got a few outstanding segment requests that have yet to come in.

[Kim Jong CP]

It is a blustery evening on ACW Island, the last traces of summer long gone. As we approach Winters Discontent, but even sooner, the first "Supercard" in ACW History, the atmosphere is buzzing on the concourse as every one rushes to their seats, bell time, less than a minute away.

[Kim Jong CP]

Title: He’s back
Credit: SheltonSplash and Chris Phenomenal

The camera pans around the arena on the cold winter's evening, screaming fans fighting for the chance to appear on the big screen, as the big swing makes it'd way around the left side of the arena, fans awaiting the next part of the exciting, and thrilling Wednesday night action on ACW.

As the fans raise their voices in appreciation for the night's action as a video package of last week's pay per view quality show are shown. As the fans watch aimlessly and glare at the screen, they see the final fallout moment from the Chris Phenomenal match against Johnny Spade as Chris is racing after the brother of the number one contender for the world's championship. Jay Tyler locks himself into a room, and the anger, demise and bitterness is shown as he rips down and kicks through the locker room door to find none other than wrestling legend SheltonSplash.

The fans are of mixed reaction when the face is finally shown on screen, some know of him, and some do not, but all seem to be quite glad too see him as he seemed to put a stop momentarily that night to the vileness of Phenominal.

Max McNally: Well it seems the ACW audience was glad too see the wrestling legend SheltonSplash last week.

Eddie Edison: Legend? No. He was never a legend, he was mediocre at best.

Max McNally: Mediocre? That's just classless, he was the inventor of the GWF, he created a whole company, he ran it...

Eddie Edison: Into the ground? Out of business?..

Max McNally: Into one of the great wrestling company's around actually, and Eddie you seem to not have much respect for the man who has gone through a lot over the past few months... wait.. wait.

Im getting word from the back that...

Yes..

He's coming out here now!

Eddie Edison: Uhm, this isn’t a GWF show. I know they don't have any show's anymore, but he can't just come out here...

Max McNally: Well It looks like he is!

"I Am" by Godsmack bellows throughout the arena as the fans stand out of their seats and start making noise. The clambering of feet, and the echoing of voices start to louden as the man, the myth the legend himself makes his way through the curtain.

SheltonSplash stands atop the ramp looking out into the sea of thousands of fans as that well known smirk starts to make it's way across his face. He takes it all in nodding his head in appreciation, before pointing to a fare few maybe familiar faces in the crowd. He starts making his way to the ring, showing slight signs of a limp as he climbs the steel stairs. He goes to step through the ropes but stops and decides to make a vintage SheltonSplash entrance as he climbs to the top rope and raises his arm in the air, the smirk turns into a full blown smile as he enjoy's his way into the ring. He climbs down into the ring before taking a microphone from one of the ringside attendees.

He circles around the ring, as a small "Shelton" chant can be heard, and even the faintest "GWF" chant can be heard, as Shelton starts to mime his lips along with the chant.

Max McNally: See Eddie, he hasn't even spoken a word yet and the roof has come off this place!

Eddie Edison: Yeah well let's see what he's got too say.

The fans start too quiet as they await the first word's,

"Im sorry but... I don't think we've met before..."

The fans once again roar as another "SheltonSplash" chant can be heard, and even the ACW fans that haven't heard of Shelton before are joining in as it seems they have caught the fever.

"Well let me introduce myself, I am the best wrestler this buisness ever saw!

I am the Dark Horse of professional wrestling...

I am the Impact Player...

Former three time Intercontinental Champion,
Former tag team champion,
Former Superstar of the year,
Former three time world champion,
THE OWNER AND CREATOR OF GWF!

I...

AM...

SHELTONSPLASH!

Ladies and gentlemen I am the most charismatic, entertaining and viscous human being that has ever walked god's green earth! And I am ...

Back.

Why?
BECAUSE
I
CAN!!!"

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Eddie Edison: I think he's all talk, and no action.

Max McNally: You havent followed him much huh? It's not like he's physically able to be in action...

Eddie Edison: Why?

Max McNally: *Sigh*

"I have too say it's great to be back in a wrestling ring, it's been seventeen months since the last time I was in one. You see a pair of feeble cowards cost me three of the most precious thing's in my life.

My Health.

My Career.

And ... My... Title[/color].[/b]

I suffered a horrific leg injury in which my tendon's and muscles completely tore. I had to have extensive work done on my leg, including a special cage wrapped around my kneecap inside my leg, something that will be there for life. The doctor's told me, many thing's back then when it happened...
I would never walk again, I could possibly never stand again, and I definitely wouldn't be able to compete or be physically active again.

I am standing here living proof, that doctor's are full of...nonsense. Because seventeen grueling months later, I stand here in front of you people, in a wrestling ring again.

And I will never forgive or will I never be able to get back that roll, that hype, or that motivation I once had. I was the top of the world, I was the highest peak on the food chain, I wasn't on any damn rung on the ladder my feet firmly placed themselves flat on that top step! After running a successful company for three years, It was my time to shine, I worked my ass off and became champion. No backstage politics, No favors, Just plain hard work. And I had to beat some of the best I’ve ever seen to do it, Michael Toaster..."[/i][/color]

Boo's fill out the arena.

"Alex Storm"

A few cheers are heard from the people whom know him.

"James Murphy, Robert Garland, Chris Williams... the list goes on and on...

I was the top of my game, and my game was always very good to begin with. Ive endured everything there is in this business, Ive overcome it all included being electrocuted TWICE!

And once from my good friend Dave.

Which brings me to why I am here, Dave Shadow I was called by our good friend, and a woman I have had some close personal experiences with before, and regretfully I’ve been pinned, and even passed out thanks too her... Alicia.

Atomic Kitsune.

She gave me a call, because she wanted me to talk to..."

WAH, WAAAHH, WAAAHHHHH!!!!!

SheltonSplash brings the microphone away from his lips as a throughly loud chorus of boo's fill out the arena as he looks up towards the video tron and the smiling face of Chris Phenomenal.

Blame the people Shel, just like you‘ve always done. Every single person here knows the score, you opened the GWF to give yourself a piece of glory. You were a second rate hack who couldn‘t make it in a single company you entered, UWL alongside Alan Christopher you were nearly jeered out of the joint, ACW previously, you didn‘t even make an appearance, let go because you were more expendable than Gary who hasn‘t won a match since I was a babe. You say that The Movement took your career SheltonSplash, I say two things to that. What career, and what do you think I can do to you. You take XO Malone, the fuckin‘ Xylophone man, and the cousin of our fallen champion who ran away after losing his belt Jake Steele, Damian DeNiro and somehow the greatest wrestler ever, the inventor, the guiding light of the GWF can’t even defend himself long enough. Now I’m sitting here SheltonSplash, trying to figure out why you’ve injected yourself into my business with Dave Shadow. You say it was Alicia, but I know that you’re not pussy whipped like Shadow. You say you‘ve overcome the odds like some Boston Brawler, you‘ve made it all the way back and yet I ask you SheltonSplash, are you really back? Have you wrestled yet, have you even been kicked in your leg?

SheltonSplash looks up at Chris Phenomenal, shaking his head.

That’s what I thought, over the past five years Shel, you’ve been all about the talk, never the walk. You beat Badger Garland to win the GWF Global Champion, a man I’ve beaten not once, not twice, but three times in my career. You managed to retain against Chris Williams by the skin of your teeth, a man who couldn’t even last in this grand company, never reached anywhere’s near the heights I have. So let me put it to you this way Shel, I don’t want to be the one you commit suicide too after realizing your life is over, so I’m just going to come out there right now, take you out behind the barn and put you out of your misery. You were the dark horse, now you’re just un-made glue.

The AlphaTron flickers out as Shel stares on and waists little time. He’s not going to let the fight come to him, no, as he ducks out of the ring he springs up the ramp with a purpose, ducking through the curtains, and being thrown out landing on his backside as Chris pops out from behind. As Shel looks up he begins to crabwalk his way back down the ramp, Chris chasing after him slowly, stalking him before speeding up and stomping the injured knee, once, twice, three times before turning around and posing for the crowd who rain down the jeers as Shel clutches the knee, but with the other foot fires an upkick that connects as Chris turns around and then limps up to his feet, firing a right hand at Chris’ head and connecting before eating a blow. He turns and delivers another but Chris goes right back at the knee with an inside leg kick that collapses Shel and this time Chris wastes no time, stomping on it directly, the quadriceps, the hamstring as Shel turns, placing as much emphasis on the surrounding muscles as the knee itself. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Chris reaches under the apron, looking for something and comes out with a steel chair and nearly eats it as Shelton quickly fires a swift shot at it with his good leg, having willed himself to his feet. As Chris falls down, Shel takes the chair and holds it over him and looks to take Chris out with one blow, but is unable to as ACW security comes down, separating the two men, who begin to jaw at each other. For once in their history, the security holds up, likely for the betterment of Shel as we head to commercial.[/center]

[Kim Jong CP]

The Champ is Here
Jack Jefferson

Warfare is still very much in its infancy and the crowd are very much looking forward to what is to come. They have a great show to look forward to as well. To begin with there is an ACW newcomer in the form of Criminal taking on The Ringleader in what should be a big test for a guy many think will go far. They will see The Red Panther and Trent Wheeler battle it out in for the right to challenge VorteX for the Entertainment Title. A number one contender for Flower Power’s tag team crown will also emerge as Cordelia & Cyda take on Lillith & Jonny Slayer. Following that they will witness two of ACW’s future stars duke it out as Run Away clashes with Michael Smart. Then in the main event the newly crowned World Champion and International Champion will team up as Jack Jefferson & Jonny Spade meet their rivals Dave Shadow & High Roller. With such a huge edition of Warfare in store there is a tangible buzz in the air as those in attendance excitedly await what is to come.

The mood very quickly changes as “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones bursts onto the speakers and everyone turns their attention and displeasure towards the stage. The boos are absolutely deafening as Jack Jefferson struts through the curtain and onto the stage wearing a finely tailored suit and, more importantly, the ACW World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder. Jefferson smirks behind his aviator sunglasses as people hurl abuse at him and many wave signs telling the world they aren’t happy about Dan White being cheated out of the World Title. Jefferson, head held high, takes his time to swagger down the ramp before casually walking up the steel ring steps and climbing between the ropes. As he is handed a microphone a thunderous chant of “Phony Champ!” rings around the arena. Jefferson waits patiently, his smirk still plastered on his face and removes his sunglasses as he begins to speak.

Jefferson: It was Heatwave 2005, over four years ago, when I first appeared in Alpha Championship Wrestling. Then you all cheered me as I attacked Dan White, continuing a blood feud which went back a long way. It’s funny how things change over time. When I first graced ACW with my presence I was known as “Tornado” – a marketable moniker slapped on me my the management of ACW – yet soon I grew tired of this facade. After a spell as part of ACW’s greatest ever stable, The Untouchables, where Dan White and I put our differences aside and a short reign as both Openweight and Entertainment champion I left ACW to work for its sister company Fallout. There I became the greatest TV Champion Fallout had ever seen.

The crowd clearly doesn’t agree with this sentiment but Jefferson simply laughs as the chant of “Phony Champ!” starts back up.

Jefferson: You may laugh, but there is no denying that Rage in the Cage: Marcus Curtis vs. Jack Jefferson is the greatest match in Fallout history!

The boos ring loudly once more and a small pocket of fans, who were clearly members of the Fallout faithful, begin chanting “you lost!” The chant doesn’t really gain much momentum, unfortunately, and Jefferson continues his self-serving rant.

Jefferson: I left Fallout after that match and although I had the offer to return to ACW they wanted me as “Tornado” and not as myself so I decided to ply my trade around the world and gain some valuable experience. I wrestled everywhere imaginable; Japan, Mexico, Canada, Europe, and I even went back to the UK for a couple of matches. Just over a year after I’d left Fallout, and turned down a return to ACW, none other than ACW management contacted me with a contract offer – but this time I didn’t have to wrestle under the name Tornado, no, I could wrestle as Jack Jefferson!

I jumped at the chance to return and finally prove myself on the biggest stage in all of wrestling, returning at the start of this year. My triumphant return, however, was ruined by Jonny Spade so I ended up facing him at Ragnarok, where I picked up the victory, to put a stamp on my glorious return. A month later, at Bloody Valentine, I would challenge a man who, unbeknownst to me, would become my biggest rival here in ACW – Dave Shadow. That night The Empire was formed as myself, Dan White, and Jonny Hughes combined forces to create what could’ve been the greatest ACW stable of all time – even surpassing The Untouchables. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Neither of my colleagues were willing to accept my superiority and natural position as leader so we eventually drifted apart.

Over the coming months I would be a part of some huge matches; No Holds Barred at Omega Effect, the infamous Straitjacket Match at Seven Deadly Sins, challenging Dave Shadow for the International Title at Heatwave, facing – once again – Dave Shadow in the Emperor of the Ring finals, main eventing the first ever Wednesday Night Warfare against Mr. Red in a Crowbar vs. Baseball bat match, the defeating Dave Shadow on Warfare just two weeks later – once again in the Main Event. It all, every single moment of it, lead to Samhain. 1st November 2009. Jack Jefferson vs. Dan White for the ACW World Heavyweight Title. The biggest prize in this industry. I was on course to win, to finally put Dan White in his place, when some cunt tossed a smoke grenade into the ring and cost me my match.

Thankfully, the story doesn’t end there. You all know what happened last week, and you can see this beautiful title perched on my shoulder where it belongs. Last week I righted the wrongs of Samhain and became ACW World Heavyweight Champion! Damn, that has a nice ring to it. Finally, after four long years, I am where I belong. I am the World Champion and the figurehead of this promotion. I am the single greatest--

Jefferson is stopped in his tracks as “Voodoo Child” by Rogue Traders blares out of the speakers. He whirls round, absolutely furious, as Dave Shadow walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand, and the crowd erupts, going absolutely crazy for Dave Shadow. The contrast on the two men’s faces is unreal as Jefferson goes crazy and Shadow smiles, enjoying his reception. Dave waits patiently for the chanting of his name to die down before he speaks. During this time Jefferson has attempted to regain his composure and is readjusting his World Title on his shoulder as if to reiterate that yes, he is the champion.

Shadow: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what you can expect when you go out and buy the upcoming DVD, "Jack Jefferson: A long, long....LONG Life Story". Great plug, Jack, really, and really interesting recap of you're career so far. But I'm afraid that you're missing something, and that's the final chapter of the DVD, or the Jack Jefferson story.

Jefferson: Oh really?! Do enlighten me.

Shadow: Well, it's really simply, actually. See, that final chapter, the last thing people will see when they listen to your life story, that will be entitled...."Transitional Champion". Cause in only a few weeks time, I get a World Title shot, the title shot I worked my way up the ladder for. The shot I beat you for at Emperor of the Ring. And just like I did then, just like I did when I faced you for the International and Entertainment championships, the end is the same. Jack, lying staring up at the lights, in pain and agony, tears rolling down his eyes. And Dave Shadow, standing tall with his hands raises, and the title being placed firmly round his waist.

The crowd rises to their feet, cheering, and begins a chant of “Paper Champ” which really doesn’t impress Jefferson, his face turning a slight hue of purple as he glares up at his arch-nemesis.

Jefferson: You seem to be forgetting that the last time we met it didn’t turn out so well for you!

Shadow: And you seem to be overlooking the fact you've managed to beat me once, while I've kicked your ass time and time and time again.

Jefferson: Oh is that so? Well mark tonight down as the second time you’ve been beaten within an inch of your life by Jack Jefferson because once I get my hands on you in tonight’s Main Event you’re in for a world of pain! As for Winter’s Discontent? You’re underestimating the fact that this time I am champion. Every single time we’ve faced off for a title you’ve had the advantage of being the one holding the belt. Well, not this time. This time you’re going to feel the full force of what I’m capable of. Then when you’re left mangled, broken and bruised you’ll have no choice but to lay at my feet and gaze upwards as I hold my title aloft in victory!

As if trying to demonstrate his point, Jefferson drops his mic and holds the World Title high above his head as the boos rain down upon him. He stares, unblinking, at Dave Shadow who stares straight back down at him. The stare down lasts a long time and the fans are unsure of what to do, to cheer for Dave or boo Jefferson. Many take the booing option mostly because Jefferson is the one trying to make a statement by holding his title aloft. One thing is for certain; there’s going to be fireworks when these two meet in tonight’s blockbuster Main Event. As for Winter’s Discontent? The carnage that’ll be caused there is anybody’s guess.


Fade to Black



OOC: Credit also goes to Dave Shadow

[Kim Jong CP]

..::ACW::.. THE RINGLEADER VS. CRIMINAL ..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 15 minutes
Referee: Keiji Makabe

-* Tale of the Tape *-

The Ringleader
Age: 24
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 153
Hometown: New York, New York

Criminal
Age: 26
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 224
Hometown: Saint Louis, Missouri

Throw away the English books and start warming up your ebonics, folks! “Criminal” by Eminem hits the sound system and all the home boys get down like dawgs! Shake dat bling, bling! They sway back and forth to the tribal music as the Criminal comes out from the entranceway and looks as if he is going to pop a cap in someone’s ass tonight! Holla!

“Touch my Hand” by Britney Spears hits the sound system. Out comes Rena Matheson under her new moniker of the RINGLEADER! Following her on both sides is an entourage of acrobats and clowns, a spectacle that causes both Criminal and the crowd to gape. That, and her curvaceous ass that hangs in the air as she enters the ring through the ropes.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: And we are off to a fast start as Criminal gives The Ringleader a big back hand that raddles her teeth. She staggers back and Criminal nails her with a high jump front dropkick! The Ringleader almost falls out of the ring but manages to stop her momentum by grabbing onto the top rope. The Criminal comes running in but gets the wind knocked out of him by the Ringleader’s shoulder. This is followed up with a huge back body drop outside the ring and Keiji begins the count out Criminal. All the brothers begin to whoop and holla bringing the Criminal to his feet. He then slides back into the ring and manages to beat Keiji’s 10 count by three seconds. The Ringleader begins to stomp down upon him but the Criminal’s resolve helps him outlast the barrage. He leaps to his feet and takes the Ringleader for a ride with several forearm smashes followed up by a diving cross body block. He hooks the Ringleader’s leg on the way down and only gets a two count. The Ringleader rolls to her feet and looks at the Criminal with contempt. Surely what she thought was an easy win is turning out to be anything but!

MATCH MIDPOINT: It is high noon here in our match and the Ringleader takes control with a CHICK KICK that hits right on the side of the Criminal’s head! He staggers and the Ringleader follows this up with a leg sweep for good measure! To the top rope the Ringleader goes and like an acrobat she flies off with an elbow. The Macho Man surely would applaud the effort as she knocks the wind right out of the Criminal. She continues to bring the heat as the Criminal rises to his feet. He is then sent right back down with a running bulldog! This is followed up by a cover and the Ringleader only gets a two. As she picks the Criminal up to his feet, the Criminal catches the Ringleader off guard with a quick inside cradle. He also gets a two and the Ringleader is livid that one of her own moves was used against her. She releases her anger but the Criminal takes none of it and instead blocks her slap. His hand then rockets into her face and the crowd cheers every second of the exchange. Back and forth they go and it isn’t long until the Criminal rocks the Ringleader’s world with his mighty fists!

MATCH ENDING: Oh, is this end? Why, yes. Yes it is. Thus far this contest has been a back and forth match up and that is how it shall end. In the ring at the moment both contestants are involved in a seemily endless Criss Cross. It isn’t until the criminal puts on the breaks and shoulder blocks the Ringleader to her back that it comes to an end. The quick change in her bodies momentum stuns the Ringleader and pain overcomes her. The Ringleader is quickly picked up and Irish whipped into the far corner. This allows the Criminal enough room to pull off a running spear. The Ringleader’s head whips back in pain and she stumbles out of the corner to her certain doom. Before the Ringleader even knows what hits her she is driven face first into the mat with the Ace Crusher known as THE HEIST! The Criminal follows this up with a cover and laughs all the way to the back as he gets the -

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Phillip: And here is your winner, CRIMINAL!

[Kim Jong CP]

“NO MORE BETS!”
Credit: Jonny Spade, Thunderkiss

[It feels like he never missed a day. For the past two weeks Thunderkiss has been reacquainting himself with the ins and outs of the company, including the many faces that make up its roster. Mixed feelings have come from this group as well they should, considering his attempt this Summer to take their likelihoods away. Be that as it may, most of them have forgiven him and are ready to ride the “Thunder Express” to bigger bonuses on their paycheck. As our show is now underway, one man who has yet to take a side confronts this issue head on, literally.]

Thunderkiss: Whoa, slow down there buddy. Oh, it’s you! Hey Spade.

Jonny Spade *looking nervous/running*: Uh, hey, TK.

[Thunderkiss is just about to ask Spade why his face is flush when the frantic calls of the High Roller’s name pierce his eardrum.]

Lady Luck: JACK! JACK!

[Using them like a beacon from a light house, Thunderkiss quickly finds his way to the source. Upon glancing at the terror stricken face of Lady Luck and the body his good friend High Roller knocked unconscious on the floor, he feels the phrase “too little, too late” would best sum up his current predicament.]

Thunderkiss: What the hell happened?!

Lady Luck: Somebody attacked him!

Thunderkiss: What?! How?!

Lady Luck: I-I don’t know! I wasn’t around. I was supposed to meet him and he didn’t show. Then I found him like ... like ... like ...

[Unable to control her emotions any longer, Lady Luck buries her weeping face into TK’s shoulder. He comforts her the best that he can while the rest of his focus is spent trying to obtain help for the man who’s luck may have just ran out.]

Thunderkiss: Shhh. It’s okay. *yelling* HELP! SOMEBODY WE NEED HELP BACK HERE!

[No need to get Lassie, TK’s shout is loud enough to wake up the dead. Soon help arrives and all Thunderkiss and Lady Luck can do is watch. Minutes seem like hours to the concerned bystanders. Both Thunderkiss and Lady Luck have never felt as helpless in their lives and this feeling only continues to heighten as they watch the paramedics strap High Roller onto a Gurney. And just when you think things couldn’t get worse - ]

Gingerdude: Tsk, tsk. You just hate to see these things happen.

[If a weasel could talk it would sound exactly like the man who has just muttered those words. Thunderkiss turns and looks into the eyes of an exuberant Chairman who looks not an ounce concerned about his latest accusation being carted off on a stretcher. Sherlock Holmes can take the night off; Thunderkiss has found the culprit.]

Gingerdude: But I guess when you character issues it just comes with the territory. I’ll make sure to send him a big bundle of roses. It will look pretty good next to his hospital bed, don’t you think big guy?

Thunderkiss: You no good for nothing snake.

[Thunderkiss takes two steps forward; Gingerdude takes two steps back. However, before he can even harm a hair on the Chairman’s body, Thunderkiss grinds to a complete halt as he remembers that his brand new contract does not allow for the annihilation of his superiors. Termination is a very real word in vocabulary and he dare not give Ginger any justification to pull the trigger.]

Gingerdude: Now Thunderkiss, let’s not assume, shall we? After all, it makes an -

Thunderkiss: Finish that and I will shove my fist so down your throat it will come out your ass. I don’t play games, Ginger. Tonight you put some points up on the score board but nobody, NOBODY, takes out one of my players without me returning the favor. You best be watching your back ...

[Thunderkiss leans into Ginger so closely that his breath tickles his nose hair. It takes all his might not to soil his thousand dollar suit as the following warning is delivered to him in a tone that can only be described as “malicious.”]

Thunderkiss: Because I sure will.

[FADE]

[Kim Jong CP]

Tonight's Warfare is brought to you by 300dollarshirt.com
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[Kim Jong CP]

Confrontation from the locker room (Credit: The Red Panther & Trent Wheeler)

We are part way through the night, and are now looking at the inside of the ACW locker room. Trent Wheeler is alone for whatever reason, lacing his boots up. We hear the door opening and The Red Panther enters, wearing his ring attire.

Wheeler: Oh great, look who it is. Just leave me Red, I got a lot on my mind.

Panther laughs at Trent and walks closer to him. Trent stands up to get on the same level as Panther, staring him down.

Panther: Oh hey Trent, nice too see you. Now I was thinking, tonight is supposed to be round two, after last weeks match ended prematurely.

Wheeler: Prematurely. Yeah, I guess so. I wish I got the pin on you, which was gonna happen, and you know it. That's why you got yourself DQ'ed.

Panther: Oh come on Trent, a match ended by DQ means nothing to either of us. Anyway, as I was about to say before you rudely interrupted me, I think we should have a match which won't end in the same way, a match were you can't win because of some stupid rule. So how about we make our match a no DQ match? No holds barred, no rope breaks.

Wheeler: I got no problem with that Red. I'm not worried about you. I'll fight you anyway you want. I've been through battles with weapons before with The Wolves, and I fought head-on, with my fists flying. You on the other hand, are a coward who attacks people from behind. The name Jimmy Winner ring a bell?

Panther: Say what you want, I'm still an established fighter, with wins over many ACW wrestlers including Jonny Spade. I have accomplished more in the months I have been here then you ever will, anywhere. I may not be a moron who runs head first into any danger like you and those other meth cooking biker guys who you associated with, but I am far from a coward. Fact is I am smart, I'd lose endorsements and money if I were to keep going and snapped your arm into half a dozen little pieces on live TV in a normal match. But if we have a no DQ match, there will be no issue, people will come out expecting that sort of thing, so you won't be able to say I lost just because I am the smarter man. It may have gone down as a loss in the record books, but we all know I was in control, your fate was in my hands. And it will be again tonight, so how about we fight for real, with no petty excuses.

Wheeler: Red, you need to learn when to keep your mouth shut! You wanna snap my arm in half? I dare you to do it! Just try! Your the one that's gonna be snapped in half Red. Just you wait. I'll see you later tonight.

Panther smiles and slowly turns, walking toward the door. Wheeler looks after him as Panther leaves. Wheeler slowly goes back to his boots.

[Kim Jong CP]

Segment: Newcomer to the Island
Credit: CP and Criminal

~The scene opens up showing Criminal in the seedier area of the ACW island, out by the vast sea, separating it from the rest of the civilized world. He has a great smile on his face in hopes that tonight’s show will be and exact replica of last Wednesday nights show. As the camera cycles around it shows a numerous amount of criminals fans surrounding him.~

Criminal: Last wednesday night, did you all see it? DID YOU!!

Lil’ boy: Criminal, I have never missed one of your matches, I remember when you dominated in the WWU and I hope you do the same here in ACW.

Criminal: You hope? Come on now you know better than that. You watched as I man handled that punk Alex Trixer in the ring last Wednesday.

~The little boy holds up a pen and a piece of paper hoping for an autograph from his favorite superstar.~

Lil boy: Criminal can I get an autograph? I can't wait to see you win against The Ringleader next week.

~Criminal signs the paper and hands it back with a smile.~

Criminal: Yeah, so my undefeated streak begins. I told all of you that I would start at the very bottom, and well I don't think it could get any worse than Alex Trixer, or The Ringleader. Guys I’ll tell you what, seeing as how you are the first five people to come congratulate me on my victory, here are five front row tickets to next Wednesday’s Warfare so you can watch first hand how bad The Ringleader will look after stepping in the ring against Criminal.

~They all say thanks to Criminal, astonished that he would be so courteous. A unique sound of laughing seems faint but continues to get louder as it gets closer. The look of wonder fills the face of Criminal as his fans start to back away. Criminal looks behind him looking into the shadows trying to make out the figure.~

?: Criminal, you think that you are just going to come here and walk through the ranks like you are some type of machine. You think this is going to be the same as dominating some hack backyard wrestling federation. You’re messin’ with the big boys now, guys who really don’t give a fuck, ruthless, merciless. In fact, I could end you right here.

Criminal: Well most cowards would attack someone from the back when they are faced with real greatness like myself. Then again, you can't even show your face so I can sense the fear.

?: Fear? You’re kidding me right? You’ve not seen half the shit I’ve done. If you think some pompous shit head like yourself sends a shiver down my spine, then you’ve got some learnin’ to do son.

Criminal: I have a lot to learn? Did you not see me out there last Wednesday. Maybe you should watch me tonight.

~The man lurking in the shadows continues laughing as he moves into the light. Criminal stands staring with a strange look on his face as the camera cycles around to show who the person is~

Criminal: Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be sitting in your posh penthouse, instead of here with the gutter dwellers? Judging by the look on the face of my fans they obviously don't like you, and I thought after a loss like the one you had last week, you would hide your face for a while.

Chris Phenomenal: Really? You think I’d be afraid of Fat Joe’s second cousin, Nas’ bitch, two Lil’ Wayne wannabe’s and Ja Rule’s ex wife?

~Chris turns his head and shouts to the heavens.~

Chris Phenomenal: It’s Poser hour at the pier. Bring your jigga wannabe’s and join all FIVE of Criminals jail bait groupies.

~Criminal starts laughing~

Chris Phenomenal: What are you laughing at? Come on Criminal, show your posse you’re a thug.

~Criminal stands tough, not blinking.~

Chris Phenomenal: Alright, for real, you best get your head out of your own ass. Every where you look, you see what I can do. Ending careers like Senators, breaking up families like Tylers and taking their most prized posessions. I’ve set the bar pretty fuckin’ high, and I don’t think any backwoods, trampoline wrestlin’ scum is going to change it, even with a fuckin’ rabbit foot up they ass hole.

Criminal: Chris there is no luck to it. I am a very talented superstar, probably one of the best. As far as your “accomplisments” Chris, my family don't work here, I am not going to ever be placed in the predicament that even gives you the chance to almost kill me and my most prized possession, it's a little hard for you to take. Now…

Chris Phenomenal: I wouldn’t take your virginity, Smalls don’t get down like that ya heard?

~Criminal ignores Chris~

Criminal: Chris don't be going to far, because soon after I keep moving up the ranks I will be to your name on the roster and have no choice but to end you, have you be the one to push me over the top.

Chris Phenomenal: Why wait? If you want t’ throw, let’s throw.

~Chris steps up to Criminal looking him eye to eye.~

Criminal: Chris, I would love to beat you down right here, but what would be the point. After it is all said and done I would still have to go out to the ring and entertain MY fans, where well, you will never really know what that's like.

~Criminal steps back and begins to turn to walk away~

Chris Phenomenal: Get the fuck out of my house.

Criminal: Your house? Well just like you said I am new ‘round here. I was unsure that people actually claimed parts of the ACW Island. Although after looking around at how trashy it is, and then looking at you... It kind of makes sense. The garbage, the dirt, and grime, makes perfect sense.

~Chris's shakes his head at the cocky newcomer..~

Chris Phenomenal: You fuckin’ stupid or some shit?

Criminal: It’s quite simple really, the garbage all over kind of symbolizes the words that come out of your mouth. Nothing more than garbage, things that people don't want, nor need to hear. The dirt, well it kind of looks like you have been rolling around in it. As for the grime, well Chris that kind of explains itself.

~Chris shakes his head, nearing the point of full blow laughter, Criminal having missed his question by three counties.~

Chris Phenomenal: Right? Are you happy now? Proved yourself?

Criminal: Chris, I think I just did. Maybe one day Chris you will see what I am capable of in the ring, I will be in there against you, showing why you may have just made one of the biggest mistakes of your career. Now if you would excuse me I have somewhere to be.

~With that Criminal walks away, his five fans in tow as Chris just shakes his head, before cutting down a side alley before cutting into a refurbished apartment building.~

[Kim Jong CP]

The Red Panther vs. Trent Wheeler -- CP

The match between two of ACW’s most impressive new comers started off with a bit of back and forth actions, each man exchanging a few blows, Wheeler’s less refined, his street brawling style coming through with a looping head kick that is knocked away by Red Panther who takes control with an inside crescent kick that doubles Wheeler over, allowing Panther to jump in with a short ranged head scissor takedown and quickly going to work on the arm with an over head wrist lock. Panther torques the wrist as Wheeler gets up to his feet and fires a reverse elbow that catches Panther in the gut allowing Wheeler to turn the wristlock into an arm drag and goes to work with a seated chinlock, cranking the neck trying to render Panther into submission before he gets to his feet and charges into the ring ropes before using the momentum to roll back over Panther and pin his shoulders to the canvas with a modified rollup, for the quick two count.

McNally: Nice move there from The Red Panther, utilizing the ropes and his flexibility to nearly put Trent Wheeler away early on in this match.

Edison: I doubt that something like that will end this match, I’d not be surprised if either of these men become Entertainment Champion one of these days.

The next portion of the match had a small amount of chain wrestling, a couple of quick one counts and rolling submission holds that ended with Panther getting the advantage with a flat armbar but Wheeler showed impressive strength, kipping up to his feet than dropping a leg right across the throat of Panther to break free of the hold as Panther was forced to kick out at two. Wheeler quickly pulled Panther up to his feet and flung him into the ropes looking for a clothesline which Panther ducked but on the rebound couldn’t avoid The Flash Kick, Wheeler’s jumping big boot that nearly put Panther out as he narrowly got the shoulder up before the three count. Wheeler got to his feet, not assisting Panther up looking for the Severing Fang, but as he charged from behind Panther quickly dodged it and as Wheeler turned around was caught with a head kick that doubled him over, Panther quickly utilizing a float over takedown and put Wheeler right into his devastating Kimura.

McNally: This could be it for Wheeler, that hold puts immeasurable stress of your AC Joint and Shoulder Capsule.

Edison: This was one of my favorite moves to utilize when I was a wrestler here.

McNally: You never got to wrestle on this big of a stage Eddie.

Edison: Killjoy.

Despite the hype from Edison and McNally, Wheeler refuses to give in, somehow managing to free himself from the Kimura. This doesn’t do much to deter Panther however who as soon as Wheeler gets to his feet, looks for and gets Wheeler with the flying armbar, the arm that has been worked over the past two weeks nearing breaking point but Wheeler, refuses to tap. His determination is rewarded as Panther is able to pull his arm out of the hold with some aid from a boot to the arm and flip over Panther with his arm held into a pinning position but again only gets the two. The two men get to their feet and Panther looks for a tie up for Wheeler ducks around, lifting Panther up into the air looking for his Detox Driver but on the twist Panther manages to get the armbar again. This time it looks like it’s going to be the end of Wheeler but with his last strength reserves he is able to lift Panther and march him across the ring before slamming him, breaking the hold. Panther looks up, not sure how this is going to end and as he gets up and Wheeler tries to lift him for a Meet the Ground. Despite his best efforts to break the hold Panther is unable to prevent Wheeler from connecting, and only narrowly again kick out at two. Again Wheeler gets up looking for the Severed Fang and again Panther is able to dodge it, this time doing a back roll and heading out of the ring and waltzing up the ramp.

Edison: What the hell is he doing?

McNally: I’m not quite sure, he’s got quite an impressive streak of not being pinned, so I guess he’s keeping that in tact.

Edison: And throwing away a shot at the Entertainment title?

McNally: I don’t know, you go and ask him?

As the referee gets the two count, the result is made official.

Winner: Trent Wheeler

The winner looks un happy though as Panther looks back at him, Panther raises one finger, than two, than three, signaling one day that he will record a pinfall victory over him as we cut to commercial.

[Kim Jong CP]

Repercussions

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Physical pain. Each day we go through a certain amount of physical pain, whether it is stubbing our toe, or something more serious. We may curse, or simply walk away and internalize the pain. As time passes, we forget that we ever felt such pain and go on living our daily lives. If the pain is severe, we adapt.

Unfortunately, YOUR brain doesn’t adapt.

Vortex suddenly sits upright in bed, having been pulled out of sleep by this very thought. In the blackness, the only sound that can be heard is the incessant ticking of a wall clock. As the clocks pendulum swings back and forth, Vortex’s mind races…and converses with him.

You know you want it. It’s more than a want though, isn’t it? More like a need.

As much as he wants to, Vortex cannot shrug off this internal conversation. Unlike a light switch, this unwanted dialog cannot be turned off.

Vortex: Go away, Atrus.

Every match makes it worse. You cannot control the inevitable.

No longer can he sit in bed idly. As if a match were lit under him, Vortex feels the need to get up and move. The only issue with this, is Vortex knows there is only one destination he will go to should he get out of bed. The pill cabinet.

Vortex: I am not a slave to that drug. Nor am I a slave to you.

Oh, but you are.

Vortex rises out of bed and begins to cross through the bedroom door to the hallway of his home. He and Abel had been using the warehouse for lodgings, however since Abel has been away looking for Winters, Vortex decided to return to his original abode. As Vortex clings onto the doorway to prevent himself from moving through it, he comes to the realization that moving back home wasn’t such a good idea.

Go through the door.

Vortex: NO!

NOW.

There was no disobeying this order from his subconscious. Whenever a person resists doing something, they do so mentally. Unfortunately, you cannot mentally resist your own subconscious. Vortex curses loudly, moves into the hallway, walks for a bit, and enters the kitchen.

You’re the one that wanted to be the Entertainment Champion. You’re the one who chose this life in the first place…and now you’re the one that is going to choose to make yourself a better wrestler.

Vortex: Damn it! I will not use that drug!

Only the walls here Vortex’s scream of defiance. They do not reply back, nor do they stick out a resistive hand. Vortex flips on the kitchen light and crosses it. Above the sink there is a cabinet, and inside of that cabinet there is Exodus.

Take two pills and call me in the morning…

Vortex: Never!

Vortex goes to reach for the cabinet; however instead of opening it, he reaches around the back of himself and throws himself across the kitchen. As he hits the tile, Vortex is thankful for all of the hardcore matches he’s went through.

What do you think you are doing? Do I need to come out there and help you?

Vortex: Screw…you.

These defiant words were unconvincing at best, as Vortex already finds himself rising off the floor. As he is getting up, he hits himself in the face, which sends him back down to the cold and very unforgiving tile.

You’re psychotic, do you know this? I doubt you do. You will now.

Vortex is about to question himself once more, however before he can do anything Atrus walks into the kitchen. Vortex’s mouth goes agape as he looks at the man, there is no way this could happen. For Vortex, it is happening, and Atrus stands tall over him. Dressed in a fire red cloak, white gloves, black boots, and crooked top hat, Atrus smiles a wicked smile and picks Vortex up off the floor.

Vortex: WHAT THE HELL?!

Atrus: Quiet you. Take your pills.

The kitchen pill cabinet has a glass front to it…or had one. Vortex goes sailing into said cabinet and glass flies everywhere. Vortex falls backward, the whole world becoming mute as a shower of glass and blood rains around him. For the third time tonight, Vortex and the tile have a meeting.

Atrus: YOU could have prevented this. Instead, you make me come out here and do everything myself!

Vortex: You’re not real…YOU. ARE. NOT. REAL!

Atrus begins searching the pill cabinet for the Exodus. After a minute or so of searching he finds what he is looking for and pulls out a pill bottle. Vortex looks up from the floor in pain and shock, and Atrus begins to fill a glass with water.

Vortex: Abel. ABEL. GOD DAMN IT ABEL!

Atrus: What you lack is reality, and that is what I shall provide you with!

Atrus thrusts out the glass and pills. Vortex takes them, eyes wide. Against his own will, he drinks the pills.

Atrus: Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?

Vortex: You…bastard! YOU MONSTER!

Vortex goes to get up off the floor and Atrus delivers a swift kick to Vortex’s midsection. Instead of meeting the tile again, Vortex is lifted off the floor mid-fall and flung across the kitchen once more. Vortex hits the wall and slumps to the floor…resistance truly was futile.

Atrus: I will accompany you from now on. This world is desecrated with sin and filth, and you are going to be the vessel that cleanses it.

Vortex: I…I don’t…

Atrus: Hush.

Atrus raises his boot and smashes it into Vortex’s head, and as Vortex falls to the floor, the scene fades to black.

Fade.

[Kim Jong CP]

Tonight's Warfare is brought to you by BOING!
It really works--Senator

[Kim Jong CP]

“WHERE'S RALPH NADER WHEN YOU NEED HIM?”
Credit: Run Away, Thunderkiss

[Welcome to SLA: Overdose! Well, not really. It’s actually ACW: Warfare but one wouldn’t know if they just woke up from a coma that had its onset back in July. Backstage we see Thunderkiss shooting the shit with some of the staff as he is famously known for. Into the shot waltzes ACW newcomer and former employee of Thunderkiss, Run Away. Without hesitation he taps the Thunderman on his shoulder seizing his attention away from the others.]

Thunderkiss: Yeah? Oh hey, it’s you. “Fwa Cha” guy. How are things? It’s been a while.

Run Away: Well, aside from things going peachy keen, Worldbreaker...een... I'm currently awaiting the money you have promised me in the past, sir.

Thunderkiss *looking puzzled*: You didn’t get paid? Are you certain?

Run Away: Well, I got a check, which was a check in an amount less than what you promised me.

Thunderkiss: I don’t see how that is possible; I checked over the numbers myself. Anna and I went to great lengths to ensure everyone got what was coming to them. It was only proper considering you and the rest supported us in our time of need.

Run Away: And did you check over them yourself, my not-so-friendly friend? I'm not sure if you did and if you did not, then I'm afraid we might have a problem!

Thunderkiss: Run Away, I am many things but a crook is not one of them. Okay, maybe sometimes I am but believe me the last thing I want my reputation to be was that of a crooked promoter. Again, we made sure that everyone on the payroll was paid in full for their time; this surely is a mistake.

Run Away: No mistake, friend! The proof is in the puddin’!

[Run Away frees his last SLA paycheck stub from his back pocket and puts it into TK’s hands. Thunderkiss’ eyes scan the numbers looking for something out of place but find nothing.]

Thunderkiss: This looks okay to me?

Run Away: It’s twenty-five dollars short.

Thunderkiss: Twenty-five dollars?! You gotta be kidding me? You are making a big deal about twenty-five dollars?!

Run Away: But 25 dollars can buy many things! You can donate it to charity or you can buy cheeseburgers one dollar at a time! I myself am looking to get the Super Mario Bros. 3 complete series on DVD for me and the misses to watch! Surely, you must have some sort of compassion!

[His annoyance levels reaching critical, Thunderkiss reaches into his pockets and pulls out a wad of dollar bills to rid himself of this walking headache.]

Thunderkiss: Here ...

[Thunderkiss begins to count the money out and all the while his conscious is screaming at him to put it away. If SLA would have been allowed to carry on, he’d be paying Run Away with thousands and not singles. But it wasn’t and he’s tired of paying for someone else’s mistake. Sometimes in life principal overshadows convenience.]

Thunderkiss: You know what? If you want your twenty-five bucks you go see Senator Steve Phillips. He was the one who shut our doors and took YOUR opportunity away. Not me.

Run Away: I think remaking the Ghostbusters game with Rick Moranis on the voice cast would come first than getting my pay, good sir!

Thunderkiss: Perhaps so. All I know is that I am not going to allow Senator Steve Phillips to cost me another cent, EVEN if that means you get fucked over on a measly twenty-five dollars! It would be a whole different ball-game if you were out thousands or even hundreds, but twenty-five bucks?! You ought to feel ashamed for even asking me! Now go find something else to do than pander like a homeless bum.

[Thunderkiss alleviates himself from this hassle by turning tail and putting as much space between him and Run Away in the shortest amount of time possible. Now a normal man would see that the rewards are not worth the risks here and walk away from this situation and let it drop. Good thing for those that love some good ol’ fashioned drama that Run Away is anything but normal.]

Run Away: Do not think this is over quite yet, sir! By the hands of Skeletor, I will see to it that your charitable self shines through! FWAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAAA!

[FADE]

[Kim Jong CP]

A Trip Down Memory Lane
Credit: Wheeler
Footage taken sunday, November 8th.

Wheeler is seen on a crowded, windy Miami Beach. The camera quality looks like a regular handheld one. Wheeler has his hands in his jeans, and is walking along the coastline, his white tank top flapping.

Trent Wheeler
You getting paid extra for following me today? No? Haha. I think you should be. The area we're going to ain't that nice, but with all the crap that's been going on lately, I feel like I need to go back to it.

Breaking into a high-level wrestling scene, dealing with psychos on a weekly basic, The Boss coming to ask for his help, it was taking a toll on Wheeler's mind. Wheeler walks back into the boardwalk, or at least what was called a boardwalk. It was just a harsh concrete street.

Trent Wheeler
This place, Miami Beach, use to be The Wolves stomping grounds. We owned this area, all of it. You wanted something done, you had to go through The Wolves to do it.

Wheeler walks into an alleyway. Broken glass litters the ground. The narrow alley opens up into a bigger arena-like area, with faded graffiti of wolves and moons sprayed onto the walls.

Trent Wheeler
This is where I was beaten to make sure I could handle being a part of The Wolves. The pain doesn't matter when you want something, not at all. The Red Panther reminded me of this when he refused to let go of that key lock wednesday. I wasn't gonna get up. I never got anything by giving up.

Wheeler exits the area and begins walking back to the beach.

Trent Wheeler
You see Panther. Red? Red. I won't give up. Ever. Don't waste your time with that. Remember that for our upcoming match. A shot at the Entertainment Title is on the line. This is my biggest chance yet, and I'll be dammed if I'm gonna let you stand in my way.

Wheeler stops and takes a seat in the sand, staring out into the ocean. Although he doesn't say it, his mind is being torn in two directions. One way is the Boss' proposal, and the other is his career.

Trent Wheeler
Man this is gonna suck when I gotta make a decision. Damn...You can stop recording now...

The camera stays on for a couple awkward seconds, then cuts out.

[Kim Jong CP]

Segment: Airtime (Credit: Michael Smart, Diverse Morality)

The scene opens up with a shot of a hallway. The hallway is quiet for the most part, with little movement aside from the occasional intern running around, trying to find their way around the arena. However, coming down the hallway is a man dressed in a pink collar shirt and black jeans, a small smile on his face as he walks towards the camera. The man is Daniel Smart. The camera follows him as he tries to pass the camera. However, as he is right besides the camera, he is stopped by a voice yelling at him.

: Hold on just a second!

Daniel turns around to search for the source of the voice. The smile on his face fades away, replaced by a frustrated frown. The camera turns to the sound of the voice, spotting Kevin Anderson running towards Daniel. Kevin slows down, taking a second to catch his breath before putting the microphone in his hands up to his mouth.

Kevin Anderson: I just have a few questions to ask...

Daniel Smart: Alright, that's it! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm the only one that gets to interview my cousin without specific permission! Now walk off or I'll...

Kevin Anderson: Actually, I had a few questions to ask from you.

Daniel Smart: I don't care, I... wait, from me?

Kevin Anderson: Yes. With you being Michael Smart's cousin and manager, I figured I could get quite a few juicy inside stories from you. Lord knows your cousin won't bother giving two words worth of his thoughts.

Daniel Smart: You're right, I really am the right man to ask if you want to know about him, aren't I?

Daniel's face is now filled with a bigger smile than before, looking excited and flattered over the prospect of being interviewed. The camera moves to the side of the conversation, making the wall of the hallway into a background for the interview. Kevin looks glad at being able to finally get some answers out of the Smart-cousins, quickly asking the first question.

Kevin Anderson: Last week we witnessed history in the making as not only did Jonny Spade win the International Title from Chris Phenomenal, but we also saw Dan White lose his ACW World Championship to Jack Jefferson. What does Michael think about one of his former stablemates winning a title and another losing it?

Kevin puts the microphone to Daniel's mouth, allowing him to answer.

Daniel Smart: Well, cousin is the kind of guy that respects the people he works with, and he is glad to see Spade get the title victory. As for Jefferson, while Mikey - he hates being called that, by the way - has faced off with Jefferson before and admits that he has talent, he doesn't appreciate the unsportsmanship behavior he exhibited in winning the title. He wants that, and I quote: "The paranoid cheating motherfucker to get his ass kicked by Dan so hard he'll never sit again."

Kevin Anderson: I... see...

Kevin takes a second to ponder his next question.

Kevin Anderson: Well, as for Michael himself, from what I remember, he hasn't had a match at a pay-per-view since Heatwave. Does Michael have any plans for the future that would put him in a position to have a chance at the big shows again?

Kevin places the mic in front of Daniel's face again. Daniel takes a second to think.

Daniel Smart: Plans? Well, cousin's more the kind of guy that does his job and hopes to be noticed for his effort. I've tried to tell him that he should be more ambitious, but he's more interested in getting out there and having great matches than being involved in backstage politics. So, I guess the next time he'll be getting on PPV is when something big happens. What, I don't know exactly, but...

A lingering presence disrupts Daniel’s flow. An ominous shadow casts over both men in frame, as they eye each other up, puzzled with the sudden plunge into darkness. Their collective attention is quickly directed at a mysterious figure looming nearby.
His large biceps bulge through a tight black t-shirt. His gruff, disgruntled face peers at them both with piercing green eyes. Daniel’s mouth drops open, ready to protest this uninvited intrusion to his rare moment in the spotlight. However, before any audible expression is allowed to escape, a huge hand swings forward, gripping Daniel by the collar, crumpling his tidy shirt, before effortlessly hauling Daniel away from Anderson before flinging him from the scene. Anderson, understandably worried, freezes on the spot as the menacing posture of Jack Veracious, one of Cordelia’s associates and the brother of the late-Torak, stands before him. Jack raises his arm and Anderson flinches. Jack grasps the hand that Anderson has on the microphone before raising it slowly to his mouth with a sinister grin.

Jack: There’s been a change of plan.

From the background, three figures emerge. In a crisp white shirt is Cordelia’s brother, Chris. In his ring attire – red tights, white wrist bands and a single black arm band around his left bicep – Cyda steps onto the scene, looking ready for action. Cordelia, similarly, is dressed for the occasion, with her tight black corset and black tights as well as a pair of elbow pads. Her hair hangs freely and she also sports a thin black band around her arm. They gather in a line near the nervous interviewer. Jack backs away and looms in the background with his arms folded
Anderson takes a moment to collect his thoughts and ignore the feeling of dread building in his gut.

Kevin Anderson:Okay. Cordelia…. Forgive me for asking, but, who are… these people.

Anderson swallows hard, immediately regretting the question asfour pairs of eyes glare at him. Silence engulfs the moment and Anderson quivers under the tension. Cordelia steps forward and smirks.

Cordelia: I’m glad you asked, Kevin. I promised, at Samhain, to restore the legacy that Torak had started. To “resurrect” him. What you see here is that resurrection.

Anderson, is understandably bemused. He attempts to construct a reply, but it’s seeps out as an unintelligeble utterance. Cordelia senses his confusion.

Cordelia: Let me explain it for you. We… are all in agreement that none of us are even half the individual that Torak was...

She turns her focus to her allies, who all nod their corroboration of her statement. She smiles as she glances over their faces.

Cordelia: … but as a whole we can at least match the impact that Torak managed to make here. To follow the path he set. The goals that he had dreamed of.

She glances over her associates again, sweeping an arm across them to point them out.

Cordelia: Chris, Cyda, Jack and I all possess the key characteristics that made up the man – the legend – that was Torak. Strength, intelligence, ferocity, passion… combining our strengths, we can replicate the existence of Torak. He can be reborn through this legion. Through our Diverse Morality.

Chris pats Cyda on the shoulder as Jack nods at Cordelia. Anderson displays an expression of vague understanding. He’s eager to move on, and attempts to inject some urgency into the minds of the stable.

Kevin Anderson: Tonight, you and Cyda are scheduled for a match against Jonny Slayer and Lilith Dormieux with the winners becoming the number one contenders for the ACW Tag Team titles. With your current agenda with ACW, wouldn’t chasing the tag belts become a conflict of interest?

Cyda rubs his hands together with a devious smile painted on his face.

Cordelia: On the contrary, Mr. Anderson. The match was booked at my insistence. Still dancing to my tune, Mr. Gingerdude is still obeying my every whim to avoid my threat of catastrophic legal action that would leave him in a very dire predicament, financially. I demanded that this match be made so that Cyda and I can get our hands on the titles – two of the cornerstones of this company. It is the first step to reducing this place to a mere pile of rubble and broken memories.

Cyda, Jack and Chris all share a chuckle as Cordelia remains firmly toned, glaring into the eyes of Anderson. He shuffles, fretfully, and adopts an awkward stance.

Kevin Anderson: But there’s one thing that I don’t get…

Tilting her head, Cordelia becomes intrigued, surprised by his daring opening.

Cordelia: Oh? What would that be?

Anderson pauses, allowing a second thought to creep in. He brushes his chin with an anxious hand before proceeding.

Kevin Anderson: Well, I don’t get it. If you could this place off with one lawsuit, why don’t you just go ahead with it? Why put yourself through this, the matches, the hostility. Staring into the faces of the people you are hoping to bring down.

Cordelia smiles, seemingly glad at the upbringing of the question that is probably on the minds of many. As per usual, Cordelia has no qualms over elucidating the masses as to her motives.

Cordelia: It is Torak’s way. He would never simply kill the animal. He would torment it first, tearing away it’s limbs, making it suffer in it’s final moments before it takes it’s dying breath. That is the way that Torak would want to kill the entity that ended his life. Tonight, we will exemplify our motives and our means of attaining them by making Slayer and Dormieux, and even Rook, if he is foolish enough to get himself involved in the match.

Cordelia lingers with an unsettling stare before her allies begin to peel away – first Jack, then Chris and finally Cyda, who slides a encouraging hand across her back. She departs, leaving a relieved Anderson on the spot.