Warfare 13th January

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Meanwhile, in the medical room....
By Dave Shadow, Chris Williams, TJ and Vortex

Backstage in the ACW medical room, a doctor flashes a light into the eyes of Dave Shadow, the World Champion sitting up on a table, being examined. A bruise has already started to develop where the chair connected earlier with the skull, and the doctor plans on making absolutely sure that Dave isn’t too seriously hurt. That would be far easier, of course, if Dave was in anyway willing to sit still for a few seconds..

Dave: Listen, doc, seriously, I’m ok....

Dave squirms, trying to bat the doctor’s hands away. On the other side of the room, two men stand looking; TJ leans back against the wall, his arms folded, a look of anger on his face. Chris straddles a backwards chair, his chin resting on his folded arms.

Williams:Dave, just let him check you out. If you just let him do his job, we can be out of here quicker.

Dave: I don’t need a check up. I’ve taken worse shots than that. Seriously, I’m ok.

Dave stands up as the doctor finally relents. He lets a big sigh and throws his arms up in the air, before storming out of the medical room. Dave walks over to his World title belt which rests on a counter across the room. TJ pushes off from against the wall.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ: What are we going to do about the Vortex situation?

Dave: Vortex Situation. Sounds like a bad movie film.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ: Dave, you're the World Champion for a reason, think about it. Vortex knocked your ass out last week, only because me and Chris weren't around at that point in time. And you're lucky we were this time around or a lot more would have happened other than getting knocked again.

Dave: TJ, I appreciate your concern. And believe me when I say, I’m not going to take Vortex lightly. But I also need you guys to realise that this is between me and Vortex. I realise we’re partners now, and I don’t intend to snub any offers of advice or help. At the same time...

Williams:At the same time, you’ve just won the World Championship and you’d like to prove to people you deserve it. You’re a proud man Dave. But be careful. Vortex is out to make a name for himself, and he wants to do that at your expense.

Dave: Yeah. But if he wants to make a name off me, then he can do it fairly. You guys are the future of this company, and I’ve asked you to join this group because I know how potent you can be. What I want from you guys though is a promise that you will only act to balance the playing field.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ: Newton’s Third Law?

Williams:Huh?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ:For every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction.

Dave and Chris stare blankly at TJ for a few moments in silence. TJ closes his eyes and sighs.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ: Just because I can break someone's spine doesn't mean I'm dumb muscle. My point is that we’re Dave’s opposite reaction. So long as they play fair, we play fair. If people try to cheat or anything like that, then we’ve got Dave’s back.

Dave: Couldn’t have said it better myself. TJ is right. This World title is very important to me, and what’s more important is proving I deserve it. ACW...everyone here has upped their game in recent weeks, and that means I’ve got to up mine as well. And so long as anyone is willing to play fair, I’ll give them a shot. I won’t run. And I certainly won’t hide behind you two. We’re partners now, but that’s so that we can all become ACW legends in our own right. And we won’t do that being cowards.

Williams:I get you, Dave. I really do. Speaking of becoming legends then, I was wondering when I was getting my title shot.

Dave and TJ both drop their heads as a big grin spreads across Chris’ cheeky face. Dave shakes his head and starts smiling back.

Dave: Remember what Sammy said? “Everyone’s gotta earn their shot”?

Hawthorne: I’m glad you remember that , Mr. Shadow. Can’t have you showing favouritism this early into your title reign.

Dave, Chris and TJ all look towards the door, open now and with two figures standing in the frame. One is their new boss, Sam Hawthorne. However, the other man is someone that has some real guts to walk into the room given what has happened recently. Vortex stands behind him, arms folded and a serious expression on his face. All three men leap to a standing position, and it looks like Dave is ready to fight Vortex here and now.

Hawthorne: Glad to see you’re so willing, and able, I presume. The doctor said there wasn’t too much wrong with you, besides a case of stubbornness.

Dave: What do you want?

Hawthorne: I have had an idea. I asked Vortex to come along here following a conversation we had a little earlier. See, your recent speeches happen to mirror my own personal mantra here in ACW. You say new guys need shots, new faces need to enter the upper echelon of ACW. And I agree. Everyone deserves a chance if they’ve proven they have what it takes. And Vortex here has shown me he has....potential, amongst other qualities.

Dave: So what you’re saying...

Hawthorne: Do not interrupt me, sir. You may have gotten away with that before, but no longer. What I am saying is that at the next supercard, ACW will see Dave Shadow defend his championship title against Vortex. Last week, he made an impact. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be the next champion here in ACW.

Hawthorne looks at the two men before turning and leaving without bothering to say any more. Vortex stands in front of the three men, arms still folded, and not an ounce of fear in his face. Chris and TJ step forward, ready to kick him out of the room, but Dave puts a hand up.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ:Come on Dave, let me rip out his spine!

Dave: No. We won’t sink to his level.

Vortex chuckles at this.

Vortex: You make seizing an opportunity sound like murder.

Dave: Believe me, it’s nothing compared to what I’ll do when we go at it in the ring.

Vortex: I could sit here and ramble on about my motives or how I am going to beat you inside the ring however, talk is cheap. What I will say is, you had better enjoy the title while you have it.

Vortex turns and walks out of the room, smiling and tapping the side of his head before leaving. Dave turns to face Chris and TJ. The three men look at each other, all of them thinking the same thing. Asshole. Dave nods towards the door, as the three men leave, and we fade to black....

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Michael Smart vs. The Red Panther
(Credit: Badger)

The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The opening strains of Sepulrura's "Roots Bloody Roots" blasts out as The Red Panther strolls out, surrounded by smoke and receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Edison - Here we go, this should be another great match!

Maxwell - Yes indeed, we have The Red Panther coming to the ring looking to match up against Michael Smart!

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

Slowly Panther makes his way down to the ring, rolls in and walks around. He does a bit of shadow boxing, stretches down to touch his toes and then backs into his corner as the referee keeps his eye on him.

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

Maxwell - And here it comes...

Panther charges at the middle of the ring and performs a Shoryuken and then backs into his corner.

Edison - Showing his old school MMA prowess!

A short drum solo quickly echoes through the arena, "Live to Win" starting to play, blue and white lights begin to flash and Michael Smart heads out of the back with Daniel Smart following him out and the crowd cheering.

Edison - All I can say about this man coming to the ring is Submission vs. Submission!

Maxwell - It's well documented that both men are masters of said area and we should see some very technical trade-offs between the two!

Edison - I remember watching this man take down Debolt Dragonsbane with the deadly sleeper hold! Damn right we're in for a show!

Both men make their way to the ring as Daniel remains ringside, Michael looking towards the crowd as he heads up the steps and onto the apron.

Smart steps in between the ropes and heads up onto the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air as his lights step down, Smart locks eyes with Panther and the referee calls for the bell...

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

Both men start in opposite corners, Michael Smart and Panther both quickly charging in and locking up, Smart getting a quick advantage and focusing on Panther's arm, spinning under and catching Panther in a standing armbar, Panther showing pain in his face, tapping his shoulder and flipping himself out of in and onto the mat.

Panther doesn't stay down alone, Arm Drag taking Smart to the mat where Panther quickly grabs hold, Daniel looking on from outside the ring.

Sleeper Hold from Panther!

Edison - That deadly Sleeper, this could be over right here!

Maxwell - Smart fighting it off!

Smart is fighting him while on the mat, the crowd getting really into the match as Smart quickly makes it to his feet... Elbowing Panther viciously and breaking the hold.

Edison - The deadly Sleeper has been thwarted thanks to its master!

Knife Edge Chop! Panther backs up a step from the force, close to the ropes... Irish Whip... Dropkick to Smart's knee as Panther counters, Smart goes down on his knee and the crowd cheers... Smart grabbing hold of Panther's leg and pulling him down, hard, onto the mat! Smart takes control and quickly grabs Panther's leg... Single Leg Crab locked in!

Edison - A second submission attempt!

Maxwell - Panther's looking for the ropes!

Smart pulls back on Panther's leg with more and more force, Daniel nodding him on from the outside as Panther constantly stretches out looking for the nearest ropes to force Smart off before finally slamming his arms onto the matt and holding himself up, managing to flip himself onto his back and kicking Smart off, Smart bouncing off the ropes and into a Drop Toe Hold!

Panther quickly scrambles to capitalize as the crowd continues to cheer the match on, Smart however fighting to his feet as Panther grabs one of his legs on the way up, both men now standing, Smart on one leg... Kick to Smart's ribs, Panther holding one of his legs in the air now too, rebounding it off the strike as a look of pain flows to Smart's face!

Eidson - Look at this! Michael Smart and The Red Panther are both standing, one leg for both of them!

Maxwell - What a sight, what a match!

Panther pulls his leg back a bit and... Another kick echoing off of Smart's ribs, Daniel looking worried before... Knife Edge Chop!

Right Hand connecting as Smart stretches it out, forcing Panther to let go as Smart grabs hold... Belly to Belly Suplex!

One!

Two!

Th/Kickout!

Edison - With all these submissions, I almost forgot pinfall still can take the victory.

Maxwell - Smart's lifting him up...

Scoop Slam sending Panther back to the mat as Smart calls for the crowd and points to the corner.

Smart climbs to the top and eyes his grounded opponent... Panther rolling out of the way of Smart's diving head-butt!

Edison - Smart misses the Meeting of the Minds!

Maxwell - Panther is looking to follow this up!

Panther hurries over to his opponent, delivering a swift kick to Smart's side once more before stomping away at him, picking him up to his feet, running to the ropes and sliding under Smart as Smart looks to counter, leaving Panther behind him as Panther hits him in the back of the head...

Abdominal Stretch locked in as Smart roars in pain!

Daniel Smart keeps his eyes glued to te ring before clapping his hands, getting the crowd behind Smart...

Smart hears it and begins to slightly stomp his foot in rhythm... Before fighting out of the hold and spinning himself around, kicking Panther in the gut... DDT!

One!

Two!

Thre!/Kickout

Smart pulls Panther to his feet STO... Backbreaker!

Edison - Torment Theory!

One!

Two!

Three!?/NO!

Maxwell - Panther managed to kick-out again!

Daniel Smart cheers his cousin on, Michael Smart once again lifting Panther to his feet before Panther locks his wrist! Panther twists and turns Smart's wrist before flipping under and whipping Smart to the ropes and running to the ropes opposite... Jumping Knee Strike knocking Smart onto the ground as Panther quickly hops back up, Daniel with a look of concern and Smart rising slowly as Panther stalks him before grabbing the ropes and bouncing off!...

Smart catching Panther's arm! Hard right from Smart knocking Panther back a step before Smart looks to follow up... FLYING BACK KICK! connecting!

One!

Two!

Three!

Here is your winner, by pinfall, The Red Panther!

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Maxwell: Panther seems happy with this win tonight, and the crowd don't seem to mind as much as they normally do.

The referee raises Panthers hand and for the first time this year, Panther feels his night could not get better. A win vs Michael Smart AND the crowd seems to hate him less. In fact some of the crowd are cheering due to Panther’s exciting match. Panther walks toward the ropes and raises his hands up above his head causing the crowd to cheer loudly.

CRACK

Edison: No no no, it can't be him!

The sound of metal connecting with human skull echos throughout the small arena, every fan in presence cringing. Panthers head bounces off the metal pipe and his body collapses like a ton of bricks. Panthers attacker lands repeated over the shoulder shots with the metal pipe too Panthers ribs until the pipe is dented toward the top end. The attacker turns and throws the pipe at the one security guard dumb enough to try and step in, hitting the goon in the face and KOing him. The attacker pulls a shiny, silver fork out of his denim jacket pocket and looks back down at Panther, grinning from ear to ear like a psychopath. The attacker jabs the fork into Panthers forehead repeatedly, each stab more unfocused than the last until he finally just digs the fork into Panther's face and twists it with a smile. Blood spurts out of Panthers skull, his mask now also blood red.

Maxwell: Somebody has to do something! This isn't a standard ACW beating, only this man could do something like this!

At last the rag-tag security team makes its way down to the ring as the pipe is out of the picture. The six men climb in and charge at the attacker, grabbing him and pulling him away. The attacker is dragged under the bottom rope and up the ramp, still fighting to get at Panther. After a few more seconds of struggling the attacker is pulled behind the curtain and medics run down to the ring. Panthers forehead bleeding is stopped and bandaged by two medics while two more examine his ribs. Once sure Panther is not majorly injured the medics prop him up into the corner and begin talking to him. As normal a sound guy runs over and puts a microphone close to let everybody hear what is being said, and only one sentence is needed to sum up Panthers thoughts.

Panther: What did I ever do to Adrian Flamingo?

Panthers head drops back as he groans and grabs his ribs. The medics lift him up and help him across the ring, the crowd still silent and wondering how Panther is alive.

Edison: Ladies and gentlemen, Adrian Flamingo has gone off the rails. We knew he was unstable, but this random and brutal attack on The Red Panther is proof he is a mad man.

As Panther is led up the ramp we are left to wonder three things: Why did Flamingo do this, will Panther be able to recover and most importantly, what will happen next?

Note: Post-match credit goes to Panther and Adrian Flamingo.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“RATTLING THE SABERS”
Credit: Thunderkiss, ?

[The silver shine of the SLA World Title radiates in the eyes of many as it appears out of the decadence of smoke and pyro known as the “Thunderkiss entrance.” From the concession stands to the bathrooms the fans return, not wanting to miss a second of what is to come. A Thunderkiss interview has always been worth the price of admission and in these hard economic times people want their money’s worth. They need not worry tonight; Thunderkiss is going to give you the biggest bang for your buck.]

Thunderkiss: If the guy who owns a wrestling company that knows nothing about wrestling would give me a minute, I have something I’d like to say. When I returned, I decided that I would make damn sure that what happened to me wouldn’t ever happen to anyone else again. That is why I have made a point to talk with every young talent who walks through the office doors of Alpha Championship Wrestling as a new hire and lord only knows where that is these days. Let me tell you, the looks I have gotten as I’ve replayed the struggles I’ve come up against during my time here speak louder than words ever could. But it is the words that affirm to me what I am doing is right, just as they did back last July when I left this company to found my own. We all know how that story ended, don’t we Steve Phillips? Don’t worry, I’ll NEVER let you forget.

[Backstage we see Chris Phenomenal watching the events unfold on a closed circuit monitor. His face tells the story of a man deep in thought, uncertain of the future. This strikes fear into the hearts of the ACW loyalists for it is evident that the seeds of doubt Thunderkiss planted into his mind have taken hold.]

Thunderkiss: Michael Sant, Mickey Martin, Anthony Turnbull, Chris Cooley, Chuck Samson, Daniel Human. Do those names sound familiar? They shouldn’t. They are the names of the many who entered ACW with a dream and were chewed up and spit out by the “good ol’ boys club.” Well, out of my many talks over the past week or so, there is one man who had decided that he will not become the next name on this growing list. Not only does he not want to be an underpaid stepping stone to guys who haven’t earned their paycheck in years, he also wants to make sure he has a job next month. For all we know, this new jerk running the show could have us all hocking products on some infomercial next month. There is a huge difference between loyalty and stupidity and I hope that the rest of ACW wakes up before they get taken for every cent they were contractually supposed to earn! A man who knows nothing about professional wrestling has already asked for pay cuts! What’s next?! Without further ado, let me introduce you to a man who doesn’t plan to wait to find out. Ladies and gentlemen, Kiss Army, SLA fans, I give to you ....

[Always the king of theatrics, TK does a long dramatic pause before announcing the name of his new companion. Drum roll, please.]

Thunderkiss: Robert Garland!

"Symmetry" by Dethklok begins to play over the speakers as Robert Garland walks out of the back, microphone in hand and crowd cheering his arrival. Garland remains on the stage for an extra second while pointing at Thunderkiss and nodding his head.

Garland heads down the ramp and still keeps his eyes on Thunderkiss before finally reaching the ring and pulling himself up on the apron.

He turns to face the crowd, away from the ring and raises his hands in the air, Thunderkiss watching as he steps in the ring and once again nods his head, clutching the microphone he's carrying and letting the show continue.

Thunderkiss: Garland, welcome to stability. Welcome to opportunity. Welcome to -

Crowd *chanting*: S ... L ... A!

[Thunderkiss takes Garland’s arm and raises it triumphantly into the air along with his own. This draws a mix reaction from the crowd. Those who have supported Thunderkiss and all his endeavors over the years cheer while those who regret the day he ever signed with ACW do the opposite.]

Maxwell McNally: It appears we have our second defection from ACW, folks. Mr. Hawthorne, welcome to your first crisis.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Mr. Hawthorne made it most clear in his memorandum that he doesn’t tolerate these type of shenanigans. Time to find out if his bite is worse than his bark!

–Off Camera–

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Maybe these guys have the right idea.

Maxwell McNally: Are you serious?!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, I don’t want take a pay cut. All the hours we’ve spent on the road, away from our families. We’ve been doing this for years buddy and we do a pretty damn good job at it. We’ve earned every cent we get and now this guy waltzes in here and wants to take it away? Thunderkiss has a point.

Maxwell McNally *looking dejected*: I sure miss Jonathan.

—

[Out of the many things that Thunderkiss has been called, selfish is pretty high on the list. He’d be the first to agree with this assessment. Over the years he has matured and has learned from his mistakes. He will not have another Entourage, no. This time he will march into battle with brothers and not soldiers. Tonight he takes the first steps in washing off the blood of the Entourage from his hands as he hands Badger his microphone and gladly steps out of his spotlight.]

Robert Garland - I think I just got my welcome my brother! [/color]

The crowd cheers once more Garland revels in it

Robert Garland - All I can say is what you've already heard if you were listening to me in the back. The reasons I am in this business are for the competition in this very ring and the next paycheck so I can ensure my next meal.

But... All I've been seeing in this ring is a bunch of talky talky and a bunch of wishy washy... I mean, everyone in the back, they all come out here and they either whine, complain or make request after request... But you know what they don't do? What they're paid for... While I'm here ready to wreck myself and wrestle for these fans, and I'm not under a written contract.

So, if someone were to come to me and offer me the two reasons why I'm a part of ACW to jump on board, I'm all ears and I'm all ready for the warzone that is promised to me... The warzone that is S...L...A!...

Crowd *chanting*: S ... L ... A!

Thunderkiss: The SLA is here to say and brother, nothing’s going to make us go away. Hawthorne, send all your horses and all your men, ACW will never - EVER - be put back together again when we’re done with it!

[At the dusk of another ACW show, many begin to question if another dawn will follow. Uncertainly has never loomed so large upon ACW at any point during its near six year tenure. One power struggle has ended; another has just begun. The demeanor could not be any more different on the two sides of this conflict. For the long established ACW veterans, a sense of worry resinates from within them all. The SLA camp’s spirts run high as well as well as their credit card bills after tonight’s long party. One thing is for sure, this emotional roller coast will be a ride that nobody will be able to get off.]

[FADE]

Mystery Credit goes to Robert Garland.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Say something! (Credit: Red/Spade)

Scene fades in on Mr. Red yet again as he trudges thru the halls of the arena. He has a look of determination on his face. He is cut off my backstage reporter Kevin Anderson.

Kevin: Red. Stop. The internet here with Mr. Red. Now, sir, I need to run a few rumors.

Red: I don't have time for you. I have something I need to take care of and I have already dealt with one piss poor interviewer today.

Kevin manuevered his way in front of Red, forcing him to a stop. He glared back at the unpaid ACW wrestler.

Kevin: I am The Internet. I am not a piss poor interviewer like the rest of this staff.

Red: Do your business and make it quick.

Kevin: Mr. Red, there is a rumor floating about that you are not happy with being left of the best ACW Entertainment Champion award nominations. What are your thoughts?

Red: What do you think my thoughts are? I am the greatest Entertainment Champion in history. Who do you think I feel about it? How would you feel if you were left off the interviewers award nominations.

Kevin: Well, I would be insulted for not - - - -

Red: Exactly, shut the hell up and ask the next question.

Kevin looks pissed at Mr. Red for his last outburst.

Kevin: BK seems to be in protest of his denial from the Match of the Year award nomination. You aren't the only one getting the shaft. You are no different from other deserving candidates.

Red: Deserving candidates? What's his argument? "I'm Here, I'm Queer, I Should Have Been in the Match of the Year?" Get the hell out. BK has had his chance to shine. I, however, have held the Entertainment belt 3 times and have never had a true opportunity at the World Championship. BK has been in the spotli---

Red glances back over his shoulder as a shadow crosses in his vision. He spun around to grab Jonny Spade by the collar of his shirt and run him back to the wall. Spade's impact off the wall gave him enough momentum to shove Red back against the opposite wall. Red hit with enough force to drop him to one knee.

Red struggled and regained his balance to glare up at Spade.

Red: What the hell are you doing? Why the hell are you always where I am? Why do you do nothing but stare at me?

Jonny continues to stare back at him. Red stands back up to stare at him eye to eye.

Red: What? You not going to say anything? Are you going to just follow me around like a spy? What the hell is wrong with you? Say something!

Jonny points down the hall in the direction of the ring. He seems to be indicating to Red that he his match is soon. Red steps closer to Jonny. He feigns a lunge at Jonny, who doesn't flinch.

Red grumbles at the failed attempt to extract some words out of Jonny. He starts down the hall toward the ring but stops and turns back

Red: Listen to me, since that's about all you can do. I am going out there to win my Entertainment belt. When I come back here, you better be in the mood to speak. If you're not, I will beat the words out of you. Got it?

Red backed down the hall without taking his eyes off Jonny Spade. Jonny smirked back at him as if to encourage his attempt to him down. Scene fades as both men turn and head down separate corridors.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Time at the Bar
Jack Jefferson

Being thrown out of the show and onto the cold streets definitely hasn’t improved Jack Jefferson’s mood any. Why no-one is blaming the idiot sound guy for playing the wrong music he doesn’t know, but he trudges around regardless with the cold starting to get to him. He was unceremoniously ejected from the venue without so much as being able to grab his coat so he’s grateful when he sees a small pub ahead of him and makes a beeline straight for it, glancing up at the sky with a scowl as snowflakes begin to fall.

The bar Jefferson walks into is very different from how it looks from the exterior, and is a case of “don’t judge a book by its cover”. All the fixtures and fittings are very modern and the two pool tables near to the bar look brand new. Jefferson, however, doesn’t really care about his surroundings. He’s just thankful to be in the warm and quickly makes his way over to the bar, his foul mood subsiding slightly. I said slightly...don’t be getting any crazy ideas about him being a calm and rational person. The place is pretty quiet and the barman comes over to serve Jefferson pretty much instantly.

Jefferson: Jack Daniels, with ice.

Ignoring the lack of manners the barman drops a few cubes of ice into a small glass and pours out a single measure of Jack Daniels. He slides the glass to Jefferson, who drains the contents in one. He slides the glass back across the bar and follows it up by scattering a series of notes in its wake.

Jefferson: Keep ‘em coming.

The barman, being the seasoned professional that he is, attempts to make conversation whilst pouring Jack’s second drink.

Barman: Rough day?

Jefferson drains the second glass as quickly as the first before slamming the glass down and responding.

Jefferson: Look, I’m here to drink not make small talk with you. So shut your mouth and make sure this glass is never empty!

As Jefferson finishes his third measure of Jack Daniels in quick succession one of the guys playing pool puts his cue down on the table and approaches him.

Random Guy: Hey! Don’t I know you?

Jefferson: Fuck off.

Random Guy: No, seriously, I’m sure I know you from somewhere.

Jefferson cocks his head, looking in the guy’s direction for the first time. His scowl shows his displeasure at being disturbed.

Jefferson: What part of “fuck off” don’t you understand?

Random Guy: Woah! Look pal, I was just trying to be friendly. There’s no nee--

That’s as far as the guy gets before being cut off. Jefferson, sick of this guy continuing to try and talk to him, leaps out of his seat and grabs the pool cue off the table. In one slick motion he snaps it over his knee and, holding the bottom portion, points the jagged wood directly into the throat of the guy trying to speak to him.

Jefferson: You get one warning, now fuck off and leave me alone!

Gulping, the guy raises his hands and backs away. Jefferson tosses his broken cue portion to the floor and simply sits back down, draining the contents of another glass, as the barman shakes his head at the waiting bouncers, telling them not to eject him just yet.

Barman: I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t just go around breaki--

He is cut off by Jefferson tossing some more money onto the bar and pointing into his empty glass. The barman shrugs to himself and pours Jefferson another drink. As he polishes off another drink Jefferson surveys his surroundings, spotting a cigarette machine and making his way over to it. He feeds it some change, presses the button, and out pops a pack of cigarettes. He promptly opens the packet and pops one of the cigs into his mouth, lighting it up and smiling as he inhales deeply. He sits down at the bar to find the barman staring straight at him with open-mouthed shock. Jefferson shoots him a look, challenging him to reveal his problem or shut the fuck up. He chooses to challenge him.

Barman: You can’t smoke in here, there’s a smoking ban on. You’ll have to either take it outside or put it out.

Jefferson: Fine.

Jefferson casually, as if he does it every day, proceeds to use the barman’s hand as an ashtray by stubbing his cigarette out on his hand. You can hear a slight sizzle as the ignited cigarette makes contact with the barman’s skin followed swiftly by a yelp of pain. As the barman is yelling out Jefferson picks up his glass and smashes it over the forehead of the barman. As he tumbles to the floor, glass and ice scatter everywhere and Jefferson leans over the bar.

Jefferson: I said make sure it stays full you incompetent fuck!

Jefferson is quickly collared by the three bouncers and, despite struggling, is hauled away from the bar and through the back door to the outside. Once they’re outside, in a filthy alleyway, two of the bouncers restrain Jefferson whilst the other, presumably the head bouncer, begins to lay is punches. He first slams a series of fists into Jefferson’s face before drilling him with a number of solid uppercuts to the gut. Hanging slightly limp, with blood dripping from his nose, Jefferson raises his head to look his assailant in the eye. Smiling, Jefferson reveals blood-covered teeth and spits bloody saliva at his feet.

Head Bouncer: This guy’s a freak! Just toss him.

The two bouncers restraining Jefferson nod and proceed to haul him to the end of the alley before sending him sailing through the air, head first, into the road. Jefferson lands with an almighty thud but simply picks himself up and quickly dusts himself off. Surveying his blood-soaked shirt another smile cracks onto Jefferson’s face and he lights up another cigarette before continuing to walk, still smiling. Where he’s going I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find out, maybe we won’t.

Fade to Black

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Loose Ends (Credit: Flamingo)

The cameras cut backstage where Kevin Anderson was waiting patiently outside of Samuel Hawthorne's office door. Recovered from his encounter with Adrian Flamingo earlier that night, Anderson was still a bit shaken but well enough to continue his duties.

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, Kevin “the Internet” Anderson here and I've just received word that Mickey Flamingo's meeting with the new ACW Owner, Samuel Hawthorne, has almost ended. For those who came into the show late, Adrian Flamingo's uncle Mickey is on a mission to have his nephew released from his ACW contract due to health issues. Surely, after his brutal in-ring display against the Red Panther after Panther's victory tonight and the disturbing confrontation Flamingo had with your's truly, Mr. Hawthorne will have all of the proof he needs.

Suddenly the office door swings open and an obviously angered Mickey Flamingo storms out. His solid white suit jacket was in his arms and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up past his elbows. As he slammed the door shut behind him, Kevin stepped aside as he continued to glare at the closed door.

Mickey Flamingo: Yer gunna be sorry, yew sumbitch! He'll try ta tear down the whole company, yew jest watch!

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Mickey! What went on in there?

Mickey Flamingo: I tell yew, Kevin, it was like talkin' ta a damn wall in there! HE said that Addie ain't done nuthin wrong yet, nuthin too out of the ordinery for a wrasslin promotion. I swear ta gawd, the doctors didn't listen ta me and now Hawthorne ain't gunna listen ta me!

Mickey turned and stormed down the backstage hallway, muttering to himself while Kevin did his best to follow him.

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Mickey, where are you going?

Mickey Flamingo: I'm goin' home, Kev. If AC-dubya don't wanna lissen ta me than they can jest deal with Addie on thar own!

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Mick, look out!

Too late. As Mickey continued his way down the hallway, he was suddenly rushed from the side by Adrian Flamingo who had been hiding inside an empty broom closet, waiting for his opportunity. The first blow came from the crowbar in Flamingo's hands as it met Mickey's back with the force of a major league slugger. The impact dropped the elder Flamingo down to his knees in pain as Adrian hit him again, this time in the back of his neck before Mickey could let out a groan of pain from the first blow. Satisfied with the damage he had done, Flamingo dropped the crowbar and circled his fallen prey.

Adrian Flamingo: Aw, leaving so soon, Mickey? I thought you wanted this kind of attention? After all, that's why you came here right?

As Mickey tried to force himself to his knees, Adrian met him with a stiff kick to the stomach which brought the older man down to the ground again.

Adrian Flamingo: That's all you ever wanted, isn't it Mickey? That's why you had to ADVERTISE the fact that you where going to be here instead of meeting with Hawthorne some other time when the cameras weren't rolling!

Adrian dropped to a knee, pulling Mickey's head off of the ground by his hair and forced his knee against the elder Flamingo's back. With his free hand, Adrian reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the fork he had assaulted Red Panther with. With the fork raised high above his head, Adrian looked down at Mickey and sneered.

Adrian Flamingo:You moved into my house! You latched on to my career! You want fame, Mickey? You want to be famous?

Adrian brought the fork down to the forehead of Mickey repeatedly, with the same savage pattern and rhythm he showed on his earlier assault on Red Panther. The blood flowed freely from Mickey's head, covering his face with a crimson mask and turning his platinum blond hair into a bright shade of red. The blood began hitting Mickey's white suit, staining it red and giving off the appearance of amateur abstract art.

Adrian Flamingo: I'LL make you famous! SMILE for the cameras, MICKEY! SMILE!

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Oh my god, somebody go get some help out here!

Shaken out of his assault by Anderson's cries for help, Adrian let go of his uncle's head and let it fall on the ground with a thud before grabbing Kevin by the back of his suit jacket and pulling him in close.

Adrian Flamingo: Where are you going, Kevin? Seriously, where are you going?

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: To go get help for your uncle!

Adrian smiled and put an arm around Anderson's shoulder and turned him to face the camera who had captured the whole thing. Mickey's blood ran from Adrian's finger tips to his finger tips, covering whatever he touched in his uncle's blood.

Adrian Flamingo: And miss my big night? I don't think so, Kevin. I feel pretty good right now. Sure, I may have taken a few licks from Spade and sure, ACW security grabbed me before I could finish off Panther, but I feel amaaaaaaazing right now! I got to hurt two people who have hurt me and slowed me down in the past!

Observing the blood on his hands, Adrian wiped them off on his and Kevin's jackets with a look of satisfaction.

Adrian Flamingo: Mm... I got to taste the blood of two men who made me feel completely inadequate for SOOOOO many years now! I'm on TOP of the WORLD, Kev! The whole, wide, stinkin' WORLD!

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Adrian, I'm speaking to you as a friend... you need some help, man.

Adrian glared at the interviewer at the very notion that he needed help.

Adrian Flamingo: Help? HELP? I've NEVER needed anyone's help in the past and I sure as hell won't ever need anyone's help now or never! If anyone needs help, its this piece of garbage and that horrible, MONSTER Red Panther!

Kevin “the Internet” Anderson: Red Panther wasn't even on the roster when you were hear, Adrian. What in the world did he ever do to you?

The joyful expression on Adrian's face melted into a stern look.

Adrian Flamingo: Why don't you find him and ask him for the answer of that question.

Before he could say anything else, help had finally arrived in the form of ACW security who pulled Flamingo off of Anderson and started dragging him towards the arena parking lot. With Flamingo being removed from the area, EMTs rushed to treat Mickey who was slowly starting to come too. As they pulled him away, Adrian leaped back at Kevin and was caught by one of the bigger guards.

Adrian Flamingo: Panther knows why I've got his number, Kevin! ASK HIM!

The cameras panned away from the laughing Adrian and focused on the stunned face of Kevin Anderson.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

*We come back to TJ, Frank, Joseph and Raj all outside of one Samuel H. Hawthorne. They knock on the door and we hear a voice from the inside the room saying coming in. The four men walk in, led by TJ.*

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Ah, at last, people who understand how to enter a room correctly. Hello gentlemen. I assume you are TJ, judging by your size?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You would assume right. I’m here to talk to you about three people who would like to be a part of ACW in some way, shape, and form.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Very well. Who shall be first?

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Ah, I’ll go. Names, Roger Gings, TJ calls me Raj, which is fine by me. I’m a cameraman, and a damn good one at that.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Confidence, I like that, assuming you can back it up with actions. So what makes you think you could help take ACW to the next level?

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Well, I’ve seen the previous camera work here in ACW and it’s lacking. So I think I could help the camera work.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.HawthorneI see, I will look over your work and I will decide then.

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Thank you, ah, Mr. ah……

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Hawthorne, Samuel H. Hawthorne. What about you? The gentleman in the suit.

Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Names Joseph Khan. I use to announce for Extreme Championship Federation and I would interview for various federations before that. I would like to see my chances of interviewing again.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Well, we have a very good interviewer-

Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I’m sorry, but Anderson is cocky and doesn’t follow ACW action like he should, I’ve seen him as of late and he is just going off notes. To be a good interviewer, you have to be able to go off your notes to get a good interview.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Quite. It seems like you know what you’re doing.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I hope so, because I’ve been paying him for the last few weeks to do interviewers. Look, Kevin rubs people the wrong way. Joseph could not like you but will separate business and personal. He’d be perfect for this.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Well then, next week, we’ll give you an interview with TJ and depending on how you fare next week, I’ll evaluate you after the show.

Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan Thank you Mr. Hawthorne.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And finally, we have Frank Washington. He’s a former World Champion and he is thinking about making a comeback. Frank, tell him about yourself.

Frank Washington First off, I have to congratulate you for setting up a great show tonight. Ever since ECF closed down I had looked at wrestling promotion after wrestling promotion and none of them stood out. I had even considered myself retired, but then TJ here told me about ACW and suggested I take a look at it. I was impressed when I watched it from my home in Hartford, and it was even better in person here tonight. It reminded me why I got into this business and ACW tends to stand out from the rest, and I want to be a part of this company.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Well, let me see. If I give you a match next week, and you win, I will offer you a contract. How does that sound?

Frank Washington Sounds like a deal to me.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne Excellent! Consider it done.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ YES! You won’t regret this. Thank you Sammy.

New.ACW.Chairman Samuel.H.Hawthorne It’s Mr. Hawthorne, if you don’t mind...

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Right. Later.

*The four men leave the room and walk back to the locker room*

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Dude! You guys could all be hired in ACW by the end of next week!

Former.ECF.Ring.Announcer Joseph.Khan I’m nervous now. I don’t know if I can do this.

TJ’s.Personal.Cameraman Roger.Gings Joe, calm your nerves. You’ll do good and replace Anderson. And I’ll be an ACW cameraman.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Frank. Good luck next week.

Frank Washington Thanks for inviting me here to ACW. Hopefully I don’t suffer from too much ring rust next week. Hate to run, but I have some business to attend to, see you next week.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJAlright Frank. I’ll see you next week.

*Frank says his good-byes and leaves the locker room. TJ, Raj and Joseph sit down to watch the main event.*

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“DEFECTION”
Credit: ?, Thunderkiss

[Last fifteen minutes of the show? Check. Microphone? Check. A rowdy, drunken crowd? Check. A crazed lunatic bent on making all those who opposed him this past Summer regret they even looked in his direction? Check. Oh yes all the ingredients are in place to make this ending of Warfare most memorable ... ]

Thunderkiss: I couldn’t even walk through the door of this dump without someone asking me a question about my supposedly dead wrestling organization Well, by now it should be apparent that its demise has been throughly exaggerated. Brothers, we’re BACK!

Crowd *chanting*: S ... L ... A! S ... L ... A! S ... L ... A! S ... L ... A! S ... L ... A! S ... L ... A!

Thunderkiss: That’s right, shout it loud and shout it proud, Army. Let them know who awaits at their doorstep, ready to knock it right off the hinges. We are amassing to take back what is ours, job security, higher pay and more importantly, revenge. Almost a half a year ago it was my promise to this business to see to it that all yee who enter would be treated with both dignity and respect. Leave it to a United States senator who knows not the meaning of either word to bring it all crashing down. Well now here we are, ready to do the same to YOU! Bring your senators. Bring your Welsh dragons. Bring your Brooklyn born bastards. BRING THEM ALL! There ain’t no one stopping me until I tear down this organization, brick by brick, and rebuild it in MY image!

“Don’t you mean, our image.”

“Fast” Eddie Edison: IT’S DANNY MAINER!

[The crowd explodes with this stunning revelation. Thunderkiss, however, is subdued as he watches his former ally turned nemesis saunter to the ring with a walk that gives him tingles of deja vu. He has seen this demeanor before and never has it meant anything good for either himself or his interests. Yet he bides his time so that he can discover Mainer’s true intentions before making a judgement.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: They are all crawling out of the woodwork tonight, Max! Let’s not forget the last time Danny Mainer graced a wrestling ring it was for SLA this past summer and before that it was in his own Crucible Match at Omega Effect!

[The frenzied cheers quell themselves the instant Mainer touches down in the ring and stands face to face with Thunderkiss. Both men circle each other as feelings of past digressions flow from their memories. Closer and closer they draw themselves inwards. Arms begin to rise up. Fingers become fists and then - ]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Are they are high fiving?! They are high fiving!

Maxwell McNally: SLA has added yet another to it’s ranks! Who’s next?!

Thunderkiss: You know something brother, I knew it would be only a matter of time before you came around and joined the party.

~!~WHAM~!~

[He’s not only joined the party, he’s crashed it. In the blink of an eye the SLA fanatics stop dead in their tracks as they watch in horror as Thunderkiss topples over in the ring thanks to a sucker punch by Danny Mainer. All hope seemed lost for the ACW diehards just a second ago, but this second wind returns a sense of fight into their spirits. It is now them who celebrate but the night is far from over? Will they have the last laugh?]

Danny Mainer: ”Oh gosh-dang-it! I’m sorry Aid! I forgot you had the biggest glass jaw in wrestling! My bad! At least from this we learnt that you’re not the only one with a bad memory. Oh what’s that? You don’t forget anything? Yeah, that’s right, when that shoe got rammed through your eye it must’ve hit your brain too because YOU MIGHT have forgotten just who I am exactly Aiden! I’m the man that you compacted the arm of, I’m the man that slit your throat and nearly put you on the shelf for good, I’m the one that wore rat suits while you paraded your ego and kept you straight while you were in a stage that was so crooked you had to sleep on a spiral staircase to make it through to the next week!”

The ACW audience cheer on the words of Mainer who talks the smack to the fallen Thunderkiss. Danny has FIRE in his veins and spits it with wicked venom and no remorse as pent up anger flows from him like The Niagara Falls, this is HIS moment.

Danny Mainer: ”You see that IS your problem Thunderkiss, you never READ between the lines or saw that your acts sometimes have VERY grace consequences! I’m surprised you’ve made it this far in life, as all you’ve ever done is take everything at face value! YOU see a cute blonde walk up to you with a big rack and a smile straighter than Mel Gibson and what’s more? She’s flirting like crazy. You bed her and then what? BAM! You’re pissing blood because she gave you a nasty case of syphilis! Well I’m no glorious blonde girl but you didn’t see that letting me anywhere near you would totally shame you in front of your SLA fanbase, just like when you had to close up shop! Well, this should help you! Look where your attitude got you, huh? Your lack of planning has left you on the mat once again, just like at Omega Effect IV!”

The SLA section and Kiss Army hiss and boo loudly, that was a low blow even for Danny Mainer and even the commentators are reeling after that one. It hit and it hit hard. Both the comment about SLA shutting down and his leaving of Omega Effect without the world title.

Danny Mainer: ”Oh, did you forget those too, Aiden?! Awh, it’s okay! Danny Mainer is here to pick up your pieces and help remind you of everything you’ve forgotten! See besides our history, there’s one thing that YOU forgot about yourself and it’s something that hurts me that you’re so quick to leave in the dust just like everything else you don’t need anymore! I’ve seen you walking around calling yourself “The Saint of Los Angeles” and just that alone struck me as wrong. I didn’t quite understand why at first, I didn’t understand why it confused me at all. I mean, your big mansion is in LA right? Of course you can claim that title... But it still seemed wrong. It kept me up at night, twisting and turning as I tried to realize what was WRONG about that sentence until finally, after many hours of thinking it hit me like a freight train...”

Pause for emphasis. OH THE DRAMATICS!

Danny Mainer: ”You’re NOT FROM Los Angeles, are you?! NO! You were born and raised in the city of Lost Wages, with the gambler blood inside you and the reason I’m here is to make YOU remember that as well as everything else! You’ve become nothing more than a shell of your former self, denying your own blood. Why though? Why would you deny your Nevada heritage? The simple answer is that like the girls that you surround yourself with in Thunder Mansion deep in San Fernando valley you are nothing more than a cheap WHORE. You slut yourself out to the lights, camera and action to keep your wallet nice and beefy! You moved to LA because you knew, you KNEW damn well that your career is coming up. Your fifteen minutes is almost over, so you’re doing whatever Hollywood tells you to get your name in the paper, your dick hard and your wallet full! Well let it be known, Lady Luck doesn’t smile on infidels and I’m here as a reminder to let you know that YOU are on borrowed time and that your luck has FINALLY run OUT!”

With that, Mainer throws the microphone down and quickly gets out of the ring leaving Thunderkiss to his own devices. The crowd goes wild as “Right Here, Right Now” by Fat Boy Slim hits the speakers. The SLA crowd lay devastated as the faltering ACW has a new champion for its cause, none other than Mister Daniel Mainer.

(Additional Credit: Danny Mainer)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: ACW Entertainment Championship Match
Trent Wheeler vs. Mr. Red
(Credit: Criminal)

The match begins, both supersupers look nervous. They tie up in the middle of the ring. Trent quickly delivers a knee to the midsection, followed by a quick suplex. Mr. red quickly rolls out of the ring to catch a quick breath, staring at at trent. Red rolls back in but trent is quickly to the ropes stomping red into the ring mat. The ref starts the count.

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Trent moves back away from the ropes. Red continues to use the ropes to get to his feet. He then rolls along the ropes laying back in the turnbuckle. Trent notices and runs towards him for a body splash, but red quickly rolls out of the way. Red quickly goes for a bulldog...and he connects. Red is in control. he jumps over Trent, runs for the ropes and goes for a springboard lionsault. Trent quickly counters the attack, by moving his knees up to cover. Both men continue to lay on the ground. The ref checks to see if both men are alright to continue as trent begins to raise to his feet, Leaning against the ropes, as if waiting for red to finally raise. Mr. Red raisies to his feet, he runs towards trent. Trent tries for a spinnging heel kick. Red quickly ducks under and uses the second rope to deliver a springboard. Red quickly goes to the top rope, where we waits. Trent begins to rise, he looks a bit confused, Trent turns and notices red at the top rope. Red quickly jumps, but is countered with a missle drop kick to the mid section.

Maxwell: Red's high flying moved don't seem to be helping him to much in this match.

Trent moves quickly to a cover.

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Red kicks out. Trent quickly picks red up from the mat. trent delivers a high angled side walk slam to red, then going for the cover again.

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KICKOUT!!

Trent gets the look of frustration in has face and places red in the Triangle choke. Just the Criminals music begins to play as he begins to walk down the ramp. Trent notices the man and quickly releases the choke. He moves over toward the ropes taunting criminal who is now being boo'ed and cheered at the same time. Criminal does acknowledge trent as he approaches the ring.

Red quickly with a roll up at the distracted trent.

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Trent stands up quick and finds himself being drop kicked to the outside. Red uses this time to build his momentum. Trent begins to stand and finds red running towards him. Red attempts a suicide dive to trent. Trent moves out of the way, causing red to crash into the concrete floor. Trent leans against the baracade looking at red. He picks up red and irish whips him into the steel steps, before noticing that the ref is counting them out.

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trent slides into the ring, and then quickly slides back to the outside. He picks up the wounded and exhaused red and delivers his famous "meet the ground" (wheelbarrow facebuster) to Mr. red who is now not moving. Trent drags red towards the ring and starts to place him inside. trent goes for the cover.

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ROPEBREAK

Red got his hand on the ropes, possibly saving him in this match. trent quickly to his feet, grabs red and irish whips him into the corner. Trent goes for the flash quick but finds himself straddled on top of the ropes. His leg seems to be caught and red notices that trent is laying back wide open. Red quickly runs and delivers a baseball slide kick to the face of Trent. Trent quickly falls off of the turnbuckle. Red pull trent to the middle of the ring and places him in the red lock. Trent's face fills with pain. Trent trys to break free but the lock is in place and doesnt seem to be lightening. The ref asks if trent want to tap he says no as he trys to pull himself to the ropes. Trent finds himself at the ropes and with the last bit of his straighth goes for one more pull towards the ropes. He manages to grab the bottom rope causing Red to release the hold.

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Trent continues to rise to his feet, he notices red running towards the ropes and catches him with a devistating closeline. Trent grabs Red from the ground and tries for the Detox Driver. HE CONNECTS!!
Trent goes for the cover.

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WINNER AND STILL ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION: TRENT WHEELER

The bell rings. Criminal slides into the ring. Trent stands up and turns around. Criminal quickly delivers the heist to trent. He walks towards the ropes and grabs the entertainment championship. Criminal looks at it while walking back towards trent. He holds it over him and taunts him, before dropping it on his face. Criminal walks up the ramp looking back at the ring before disappearing in the back.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

It’s Like HOV vs. Nas
Chris Phenomenal and BK London

A slow piano beat begins to play as the voice of Senator fills the ACW Arena

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection
of history in the making during our generation."

With that, the voice of Chris Phenomenal jumps in.

Allow me to re-introduce myself.
My name is HOV!

“Public Service Announcement" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes towards Phillip Jones and snags the microphone out of his hands.

McNally: It appears as if Chris Phenomenal isn’t quite done for the evening.

Edison: He said he was going to call it BK London and it appears as if that is what he is about to do.

The music fades as Chris drops his hood and looks up the ramp, hoping BK is following him right down ready to fight. That obviously not the case, Chris raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

Chris Phenomenal: Last week we all saw the return of BK London to Alpha Championship Wrestling for one night only. He was appointed by the ACW board of directors to run the show and that he did after. The show concluded however his powers were supposed to end, but as I’m sure we have all grown to know by now, the powers of BK London know no ends, or shall I say BK London knows not where his powers end. You see he decided I was worthy of a title shot against Dave Shadow, despite denying me earlier on in the night but figured he could interject himself in the match, appointing himself as Special Guest referee and adding the ridiculous stipulation that the loser got “feathered.” He then decided that it was not enough to be a referee for the match and decided to kick me in the jaw, costing me not only the World Heavyweight Championship, but in turn causing me to be coated in feathers.

Now I am out here tonight for one reason and one reason only and that’s to tell BK London that if he has a problem with me or the way I conduct business, there are appropriate ways to go about the business. Not resorting to blind attacks, not resorting to abusing ones power as temporary General Manager and most definitely not with such juvenile tactics as “feathering” someone. So BK London, you and me, right here, right now. Come on!

McNally: Oh, real tough man - we know the "real" BK London isn't here tonight and he's hired some imposter to embarass! The man's obviously sick in the head! He wants to convince himself by any means that he's beaten BK London!

Edison: Imposter? What I saw backstage was the real BK London in the flesh

McNally: Oh please!

Chris stands by waiting, fists ready for the familiar 808’s and Tribal Drums but they don’t come as Chris turns and looks at Senator a bit surprised.

Chris Phenomenal: Look at this everyone, you’re beloved BK London, champion of this company has forsaken you, showing up at his leisure and hoping for a grand reception but when the fans want him, when they want to see the biggest match up this company has to offer in Chris Phenomenal versus BK London he’s nowhere to be found. He’s turned his back on everyone in favor of more money working in the movie business. You made him into what he is today and now he can’t even look at you.

The crowd boos Chris who just soaks it in. For his nearly his entire ACW tenure the crowd has been against him, ever since he joined forces with a corrupted Macho Man RDK in the Mega Star Alliance. Initially they were bothersome but now they power Chris, there hate, loathing and misunderstanding empowering him to new heights.

Chris Phenomenal: Each and everyone of you jeers me because you know I speak the truth but you don’t want to face it. You know that BK London is the most self-centered star in the history of ACW. You all know that you turned him into what he is, a power hungry son of a bitch and you hate yourselves for it. You know if you hadn’t hated him so and yet constantly accepted him back you would not have given him the sense of infallibility he now sees himself as possessing.

BK London, I know you are back there and each and every one of these people, the people who made you into what you are. Who gave you your wife, your fame and your fortune are waiting and with every second that passes you irk them, you give them grief. There is no BK London without these people pandering for you so come out and show them you‘re thankful, come down and give them what they want, come down here and try and kick my fuckin‘ ass BK London!

Chris stares up the ramp intently, his nose flared and his breathing fast as he waits in stoic silence for the inevitable arrival of BK London. Senator Steve Phillips, silent up and to this point, content with again standing on the side for Chris watches on as well as manning the flank, their simple strategy of preventing sneak attacks efficient with all bases covered. Yet ten seconds pass and as the silence grows akward Chris’ patience wear’s thin - eventually reaching the inevitable breaking point.

Chris Phenomenal: Alright BK, this isn’t an “I don’t want to fight scenario.” This isn’t an “I’m not a wrestler anymore situation.” Either you get down here or I will come to Toronto, I will come to Brooklyn, I will go fuckin’ Tokyo to find you and show you that you picked the wrong person to miss with one too many times. Now you can either man up and walk down here, or cower like the like bitch I know you are and wait, quivering in fear until I eventually find you.

Chris looks up the ramp but BK London refuses to bend to the threats of Chris Phenomenal as the arena is silent for a moment in suspense.

Chris Phenomenal: Alright then London, let’s do it your way.

Chris drops the microphone and heads towards the ring ropes, getting one foot out, straddling the middle rope as Senator stands behind him, before the crowd roars and Chris looks up at the small production screen and it shows "BK London" from behind, a trendy affliction T-shirt and Air Yeezy's on.

McNally: And we're supposed to expect that's the real BK London? Puh-leaaase!

Edison: Looks pretty real to me!

Chris smiles, knowing the plan that he conjured up before the evening got underway - but his reaction abruptly changes within the next few seconds. The camera pans down to the ground and we see the face of the fake BK London bruised and battered. He seems to be out of it, and that catches Chris and Senator off guard.

Slowly the camera pans back up, and the "fake" BK London turns around - and the fans burst in cheers as they see none other than the REAL BK London standing before them.

The crowd continues to erupt, and the eyes of Chris Phenomenal quickly dilate, as this was the last person he expected to see here. BK steps over the fake and the familiar tribal drums and 808’s fill the arena as BK begins his walk towards the arena, the voice of Kanye West filling it as BK London steps between the curtains, microphone in hand as the crowd roars. BK pauses at the top of the entrance ramp, whipping the arena into a frenzy as Chris ducks back and slips out of the boxing robe and bounces back and forth, waiting for BK London to begin - albeit a little flustered. Slowly “Amazing” fades out and BK raises the microphone to his lips, waiting for the crowd to quiet down for a moment and then beginning.

BK London: So, I heard someone made a little open challenge to me - is that right?

Phenomenal just continues to stare at BK London, eyeballing him - wishing he were dead right now.

BK London: Well, you didn't think I'd really let some imposter run down here and sully my good name did you? Nah, you see I've known Senator a long time - and there's no way he would've taught you that. Now - while I'm not traditionally attired for this, I still have no problem laying it into you tonight. Let's get a ref out here!

With that BK breaks down into a sprint sliding into the ring as a bell rings and Joey Reynolds come sprinting down to the ring area and slides in as well as BK London and Chris Phenomenal waste no time in coming together.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Impromptu Match: BK London vs. Chris Phenomenal:
Chris Phenomenal and BK Londonl

There are no tie ups for these two, just a knock ‘em down beginning, a flurry of lefts and rights coming from all angles. No sweet science blows either, just slobber knockers. Chris eventually takes the advantage and irish whips BK across the ring and on the rebound looks for a back drop but BK stops and looks for a Revolver right away but Chris blocks it, stepping back around and lifiting BK up for a Back Drop Driver over his shoulder but BK manages to break free and lands on his feet and as Chris turns around looks to pop him again with the Shades of Micheals but all of the sudden Chris disappears, Senator reaching into the ring and pulling the feet out from under Chris causing him to hit the canvas as BK’s kick misses and leaves him off balance as Chris lunges into the back of his plant knee and takes him out, tripping him over top and slamming BK onto his back. Chris is quickly up to his feet and goes right back to work on the leg of BK London, the one that Adrian Flamingo at one point broke with a plethora of stomps, BK eventually trying to roll away to the outside but Chris not allowing that to happen, going right after him.

McNally: Is this an official match?

Edison: I would think so, I see a referee and heard the bell.

Chris Phenomenal goes after BK, with intention to break that leg again - but London beats him to the punch, or the kick rather. A swift kick to the abdomen sends the air briefly rushing out the lungs of the former International Champion and London grabs his head and slams it into the barricade. Chris' head bounce off the steel support and he stumbles over towards the time keeper. London then picks him up again and heads over to the announce table where McNally and Edison begin to move.

McNally: I don't think I'm sticking around for this!

Edison: Ditto!

Phenomenal's head bounces off the top of the announce table and he falls down to the ground, which gets quite a support from those near the announce table. Suddenly, BK London rips off he protective covering of the announce tables and the fans erupt even louder. Reynolds insists that BK London keep it in the ring, but London has never been one to listen to a referee. Seeing Phenomenal abount to enter a world of hurt, Senator enters the situation and grabs the attention of the former three time World Champion. Phillips tries to get his hands on London, but Reynolds manages to restrain the irate former champion and this gives Phenomenal his opportunity to strike.

From behind, a low blow cripples BK London in the worst way - sending him immediately to the ground and now the tide has tipped in Phenomenal's favor again.

McNally: A low blow! Is that what The Senator has been teaching Phenomenal in his spare time?

Edison: I don't know, but it may be as effective as any Nuclear Option I've ever seen!

Phenomenal picks up BK London and throws him face first into the steel ring post, and now London is sent right back down to the ground in an instant. There's very little movement from BK London after that double whammy and Phenomenal loves it. He grabs BK London and chucks him back into the ring, but he doesn't go for a cover. Instead he watches BK London as he squirms on the ground like an insect. And rightfully so, Phenomenal delivers a stomp to the back of BK London and then he follows up with a major kick to the ribs.

Major heat from the ACW crowd, and Phillips on the outside begins applauding his protegé. "It's Over!", Phenomenal screams out and he sizes up the former World Champion. He rolls his wrist a bit, teasing the Superman Punch and you can hear the crowd trying to warn BK London. London staggers up to a vertical base using the ropes, and he turns around to see a punch flying his way - however London manages to put up his wrists to block the shot. Before the thought that someone just blocked his move sets in, he's planted with a kick to the abdomen and The Revovler drives him into the mat almost instantly.

London rips off his shirt and he heads to the legs area of Phenomenal where he locks in the Corporate Lock.

McNally: The Corporate Lock! How long has it been since we've seen this?!

Edison: Your guess is as good as mine! But Phenomenal may have to tap here or London WILL break his ankle!

Phenomenal writhes in pain as he claws and scratches the mat, hoping to get to the ropes - but as soon as he would get his finger on it, London would pull him back to the center. The torque applied to the leg is absolutely unbearable, and Phenomenal raises his arm to tap. Senator knows first hand what damage the Corporate Lock can do, so he takes matters into his own hands.

The former two time ACW Champ slides into the ring and he clotheslines BK London from behind, releasing the hold - Reynolds has no choice but to call for the belt.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to interference, the winner of this match is BK London.

McNally: What?! The Senator has just interrupted this match!

Edison: And it looks like he's not finished with BK London either!

Phillips stomps away at the former champion and then picks him up. Irish whipping him into the corner, The Senator gets some flack from Joey Reynolds who tells him to stop - but Reynolds is threatened if he doesn't leave the ring. Reynolds darts out like no one's business, and after that brief interruption - Phillips races towards the corner. But its BK London who darts out the corner with a clothesline that takes down Senator to a huge pop from the crowd. BK London now grabs the ankle of the Senator and begins to apply the Corporate Lock to the Senatorial Stable's head member and Phillips lets out quite a howl in pain.

Phenomenal, who recovers from his own ankle problems, now races towards BK London to return Phillips' favor. However, London ducks and he manages to hit a successful back body drop on Phenomenal while still keeping he hold locked in. Phillips crawls over towards the ropes and grabs onto them, but the match is over and there's no referee to stop this. Phenomenal rolls out the ring and rushes to the other side where he grabs Senator's arms and yanks him out of the ring. Free from the ankle lock, the two hobble off in defeat as BK London stares at them from the ring.

"B-K!"

"B-K!"

"B-K!"

The chant fills up the arena and London smiles as he stares at Phenomenal from inside the ring. Phenomenal and Senator begin heading up the ramp, but they keep their eyes on their brand new foe for 2010. Phenomenal swears his revenge on BK London, and Reynolds returns to the ring and raises London's arm in triumph as we go off air.

The clash of old and new has started, all over again.

Will ACW be torn apart at its foundations? Or does the new owner have a plan for a transformation of his own?

The supercard is fast approaching... and everything is to play for.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[Taylor]

Fucking awesome show is fucking awesome show.

Mainer back = awesome = MARK OUT.
Jefferson is a fucking bad ass and the segs were great to read.
Flamingo's warpath was amazingly written as always and very interesting to read.
Vortex/Shadow is heating up and I thought Vortex did a good job on his segs.
TK was great as always, liked all his co-segs and also pleased to see Rena back properly.
TJ's were well done as well they fitted into place nicely and made sense.

Only constructive criticism I really have is for Freeman <_>. Why bother doing your segs when they were obviously rushed? They didn't seem to have much of a point either since the merchandise one was basically really similar to the wiki one in that we know he does stupid shit <_>.

[Jason Freeman]

Cause I had things to do and wanted to put something on the show <_<

Edit: Yes, they were absolutely fail, so when feedbacking feel free to just skip it, Jefferson! <_< Since I don't want to get torn into. I'll try to get something better up next week.

[The Red Panther]

Didn't you know Freemans a calcs whore now?