Monday Night Warfare 8th March 2009

[Kim Jong CP]

Adrian Baird vs. Alex Trixer

Criminal and Buddy Ghee vs. The Southern Smashers

Non Title Contest
The Red Panther vs. TJ

Danny Mainer vs. Michael Smart

Main Event
TBA!

As it appears some people aren't around for chat as well as the face I am settling down for supper in a minute, I think 10 PM EST might work best for our show posting this evening. We can discuss the first hour of wrestling and enjoy a satisfied CP posting show.

[Kim Jong CP]

My View From the Top of The Mountain

As Warfare comes to air a slow piano beat begins to play over the airwaves, the crowd rising to it’s feet and the usual cheers that greet the opening show, are instead replaced with dissaproval as the voice of Senator Phillips 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 clad in true religion blue jeans and an Affliction T-Shirt. with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate as with one hand he has the ACW World Title raised over his head. The two stop atop the entrance ramp before pausing for a moment. Chris then makes the sign of the cross and kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second before dropping it 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. Chris is all smiles as the boos reign down upon him, but with the title and Paige by his side he has not a care in the world. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes, Senator climbing up the ring steps to get into the ring as well. Chris heads over towards the announce table and commandeers a microphone before turning around, Senator passing off the title belt as Chris places it over his shoulder. The jeers continue as Chris looks on, pausing for a few moments before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Chris Phenomenal: You all can hate as much as you want but it’s not going to change the fact that I am the new ACW World Heavyweight Champion.

Chris’ comments only serve to further insight the crowd as they voice their displeasure. Though he has escaped the SLA stronghold of California, the Republican fortress known as Arizona does not great the Senatorial Stable any better.

Chris Phenomenal: I told each and every one of you that I was going to win the title. I told Dave Shadow that I was going to walk out with the belt around my waist three weeks before Ragnarok. I was so confident in my abilities that I bet my career against Thunderkiss’ and I didn’t fall flat on my face.

The SLA and Kiss Army contingent begins to jeer again but it is replaced by the familiar voice of Gene Simmons.

I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one ...

The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alphatron as the crowd awaits their hero. Though they know his contract is now tied to the Senatorial Stable, they are confident in their belief that the Anti-Hero, the man who has resisted authority his entire life will not back down and ally himself with The Senatorial Stable.

God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

There is no sign of the Thunderman but as the camera pans into the ring Senator Steve Phillips is seen smiling as Chris raises the microphone and lets out a schadenfreud filled chortle as Phillips goes on the microphone.

Senator: I proclaim that Abe Lincoln got it wrong! You can fool all of the people all of the time, at least when it comes to the ACW audience! You people actually thought I would allow the glorious name of the Senatorial Stable to be sullied by that inglorious ingrate. I allowed Aiden Joseph into the stable one time, and it was the biggest mistake of my career. I must say, though, Mr. Champion, we have more than atoned for that misstep.

The crowd jeers as Senator turns, aptly addressing a second segment of the gathered populace.

Senator: I had no prior knowledge of what Chris had planned, however once he did I knew that he had presented us with an opportunity. He had done the unthinkable and goaded Thunderkiss into placing all his marbles on one match that Chris one. No longer shall that utter imbecile run around here because effective as of his loss, Mr. Phenomenal owns Thunderkiss and he has informed him that he will be required to stay at his home for the duration of his contract. He is barred from stepping foot in the arena lest he be up to his neck in breach of contract suits.

Senator smiles as the crowd starts a Thunderkiss chant, their cries reverberating off the walls of the Jobing.com arena.

Chris Phenomenal: You can call him all you want but he is simply another name on my list. I was the last man to beat Thunderkiss before he left to form his crock filled promotion. When that failed he came back and I sent him away again. His hopes, his dreams, his ideas of reforming ACW have fallen at my feet.

Senator: But enough about Blunderkiss, I could go on a long rant decrying his foul deeds, but tonight is not about the past, it is about the future of ACW and the Senatorial Stable.

Senator turns to Chris as the crowd begins to decry the old man, chants of McCain now filling the arena, presumably to annoy Phillips, as a Democrat.

Senator: It is only fitting that the people of Arizona would elect a corpse to serve them, a man without vision, a man without focus; a man who lost to a party that has now found itself digging a hole so deep that even the halcyon days of 2008 seem far distant! The Democrat party is a fading brand, but it sure steamrolled your guy!

More cries come from the crowd but Senator does not let them phase him. Though he has spent much of his career as the chiseled, respected veteran by all, the new attitude has seemingly served him well, both he and his protégé earning championship gold around their waist.

Senator: Last year Mr. Champion, I recruited you away from Thunderkiss’ idiot group after the fall of Mega Star Alliance. I promised you the chance to achieve greatness if you helped me win the ACW title and you did. Our partnership which was at one point supposed to be a temporary business deal turned into the revival of the greatest collection of men in ACW history, the Senatorial Stable. Where as initially you were not going to become a member of it, now you are quite likely the greatest member ever, an honor that I do not bestow lightly, names like Wyvern, Hunter, and Jay Zero having passed through it’s ranks. I have watched you grow from an impatient hot head to a plotting mastermind worthy of carrying on my mantle. Our battle last year at Emperor of the Ring showed me that you had the potential to be something I never thought could happen, that their could be a successor to me. Now, looking at you with the ACW title around your waist, you have realized that potential and I am proud to say you have gone beyond what I expected, you have become a true champion and today I am as proud as I have ever been.

The look on Chris’ face is one of shock as Senator slowly shakes his head and offers Chris his hand. Chris takes it and the two shake before Chris pulls Senator in and the two embrace as the crowd jeer at their self grandizing display. The two pull apart as Senator continues on.

Senator: With all of this said however, there is nothing left I feel that I can teach you at this point in time. Eight months ago we said this was a temporary arrangement. We both knew that there was an optimal time to head our own paths, and that time has arrived. While you could bring the Senatorial Stable to new heights, heights even I have not foreseen, I have spent time considering this and I know it is best for you. That it is best for you to branch off and make your own mark in this company. Your entire tenure has been spent as the second in a group, below Randy Dallas Kanyon, below Thunderkiss and below myself. You have a chance to be the greatest, to trump my own accomplishments, to exceed BK London, to surpass Yoko Satoshi yet you can not do that if you remain in my shadow. Mr. Phenomenal, it is time that you head out on your own.

McNally: Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

Edison: I believe so, this could be the end of the Senatorial Stable right here.

Chris looks at Phillips and just shakes his head, staring at him in disbelief. It is obvious Senator’s news has caught him off guard as he looks at the title on his shoulders and then at Phillips who gives him a small smile and a gentle nod as Chris raises his head.

Chris Phenomenal: You’re right Senator, you’ve given me a chance to succeed, giving me the ability to make it to the top and now I guess it‘s time to fly here in ACW.

Chris looks at Senator for a moment, appearing to be finished but he then raises the microphone back up.

Chris Phenomenal: …but I can’t accept this. WE ARE the Senatorial Stable, we said we…

Senator: This is your career! You are now the man here in ACW! Nothing can stop the man who wills his way to the top and crushes his opposition! You are that man, and you should, nay, you deserve to stand on the top by yourself!

Chris Phenomenal: This isn’t just about wrestling Phillips. Ever since I got in this game I said it was just to make money, to get a chance so I could so something and make a family…but I found one here. The Senatorial Stable helped me get the family I never had. You’re like a father to me Phillips. I never knew my father, never knew my mother. You’ve been their for me through it all. Damnit, you helped me get the one person in my life that truly mattered back, without you, I don’t have Paige. I can’t repay you for that, let alone…

Senator: Yes, you can Chris. You can repay me by continuing on my legacy. Do you know how long I waited for someone to repay my loyalty, to actually learn from my lessons, to carry on the traditions that I have upheld for so long, that I have sacrificed so much for? Go on to become the best ACW has to offer, run this company like I know you can and when the time comes to step back, pass on your knowledge to someone. “Farmer” Burns is still well known because he did just that, training the great Frank Gotch who went on to win the World Title and hold it until he retired. Gotch then inspired Lou Thesz the greatest champion in history, who trained Masahiro Chono and the list goes on and on. I can be like that Chris and that would repayment and more. When I depart from this earthly realm, I know that I can not take anything with me, but I can leave plenty behind, and a legacy would be atop that list.

The crowd doesn’t buy the soap story, as Chris looks on. Senator mouths the word “please” causing Chris to pause. He stands deep in thought before he finally nods his head in agreement.

: Real inspirational, Steve. Like something out of a movie. All we need is “The Final Countdown” playing in the background and we're gonna have an Oscar on our hands here.

The crowd roars as their collective head, along with Senator’s and Chris turns up the ramp way and their eyes all settle on XS3 standing atop the entrance ramp.

XS3: But hey, I didn't really expect this little storyline twist... Oh wait, it pretty much confirms what we all knew. This isn't the Senatorial Stable we all get to marvel at. This isn't Chris Phenomenal we're all paying attention to. This is all about Senator Steve Phillips. Yeah, “continuing on the legacy”. That's really gonna help Chris' career along. Instead of letting the man have his own identity established, one far removed from your agenda I may add, you're going to use him to live out the last of your tired and frustrated dreams. Now what is it the kids on the internet say nowadays? Oh yeah. “LOL BUILDING NEW STARS” However, while I think it's great that you at least believe in him, it's not going to do much good when he's got some unfinished business to take care of. You see, Chris can go on about how he's beat this and won the title from that and how he's pretty much the whole shebang. But you've got one more name to take care, to cross off your list. You want to know who it is? I'll tell you... It's me...

X

S

3!!!

Chris Phenomenal: So what are you saying Matthew? You want a shot at my belt? You want…

XS3: No Chris, I want to add you to my friends list on MySpace. Yes, I want a shot at your belt. You're the one who says that you have to believe you can be the alpha and omega of the company, no pun intended, or else you can pack your bags and go home. Well, my agenda since my return has expanded into something much more, Chris. I came back to help protect ACW from the likes of Thunderkiss and the Senatorial Stable. Well, Thunderkiss is gone and I was just getting started with his dissection. Thanks a lot, asshole. But I can see my other two goals remain present. One: Kick your ass. Two: Winning the ACW World Championship. And it looks like I have the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Or dare I say, a Shadow Step.

Chris Phenomenal: Really X? You think just because you were able to blindside me, after I was done taking care of my business, pounce me with a single Shadow Step that you’re going to take me out. I got news for ya kid. I went to hell and back eight days ago and claimed the ACW Heavyweight title as my prize for surviving. If you think you can stop me, if you think you have what it takes to pry this belt from my hands then I say bring it on.

The crowd erupts as Chris smiles out at XS3 who makes the title gesture around his waist. He’s coming from Chris and that’s all there is too it as XS3 begins to head to the back.

Chris Phenomenal: One problem though X.

Almost through the curtains XS3 stops on a dime and turns his head and comes back out towards the ring as the crowd looks on, slightly confused.

Chris Phenomenal: You see, as far as I’m concerned, this title has for too long been about who dislikes who and used as medium to get a measure of revenge. Jack Jefferson against Dan White stealing the title from him and then putting it up against Jonny Hughes to end his career. Then against Dave and I so he could finally emerge from our shadow but that didn’t work out to well. Then you had Dave, who needless to say, had problems with everyone and decided it’d be some form of clusterfuck to get his comeuppance and again, didn’t work to well. As far as I am concerned, this belt needs competition, you need to earn your way to the top of the mountain X and it’s not as easy as blind siding me.

XS3: Hmmm... Jack Jefferson, Dan White, Jonny Hughes, Dave Shadow... Uh, newsflash, Chris. With all due respect to Dave, I've beaten them all at one point here in ACW. I've also made a name for myself here in ACW when it comes to embarrassing Thunderkiss. So that's not exactly new stuff there. Yeah I've gotten some pretty sweet wins over some pretty established people here in ACW and I've got one more...

Before XS3 can get the Cheng out, Chris interjects himself with a loud yawn over the sound system.

Chris Phenomenal: Yet “Matt”, the same excuse you use, that I’ve never beaten you, you’ve never beaten me. I mean, if we’re going by a list of who deserves the first shot at a title, and basing it on who they’ve beaten, I think it’s only logical that Gary gets the first crack at me with the likes of people he’s beaten, ignoring the losses he’s suffered over the years.

XS3 shakes his head from atop the ramp and stares down at Chris. This title shot means everything to him, having come back from time off with Demon Inc. he made it his goal and now, where it once appeared to be a certainty, he can feel the shot slipping away.

XS3: No, I know what this is all about. I get it now. I have to beat you in order to get what I feel I rightfully deserve.

Chris Phenomenal: That’s exactly what I’m saying.

XS3: Well I see you're not too busy for the Supercard. I want to fulfill my destiny. Let's solve our problems tonight, sunshine!

[Kim Jong CP]

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO YEEEAAAAAHHH!!!

The roof of the jobing.com arena is removed from it’s support as the crowd immediately rises up, the familiar sound coming over the airwaves. They wait as Macho Man by the Village People plays before finally the Macho Man himself comes striding out to a raucous crowd and a ear shattering ovation. He tips up his sunglasses as he looks out at the crowd as XS3 looks on stunned. In the middle of the ring Chris Phenomenal appears as if he has seen a ghost and Senator can’t help but look on. What was supposed to be a torch passing has gone well beyond that. Where as X has stayed atop the ramp, RDK will not be kept from his ring any longer as makes his way down, the legend regracing ACW with his presence. Slowly he gets in the ring and as his music plays he poses on each corner before finally grabbing a microphone. He steps right into the center, the flashbulbs going off as the crowd continues on, not allowing Mach to speak for a moment as Chris has backed away, giving the legend his space. Finally the crowd cools down, waiting for their hero to make his remarks.

Macho Man RDK: FINALLY! THE MACH, HAS COME BACK TO

A

C

W

The crowd responds with a loud OoOoO YEEEAAAHH!!! And then an RDK chant breaks out. Again it takes a while for them to calm down, and it is only when Mach raises the microphone to his lips.

Macho Man RDK: You see bruddah’s, eight months ago this jabroni right there decided he was too good for the Mach, he was too good for the Mega Star Alliance. The Mach had a chance to win the ACW Heavyweight Championship from that rudy-poo, Jemimah thieving dirt bag Jake Steele and yet he was no where to be found. After the match he didn’t come to the Mach’s aid, he allowed the Mach’s arm to be broken in three places and then a week later gloated about it. You see, the Mach was angry about it but there was nothing the Mach could do about it. The Mach’s arm was broken and then after it healed, he had another movie to make in Hollywood. But now,

NOW!

The Mach has come back to get his revenge on this no good sum bitch.

The crowd roars again as Chris loses it in the corner. He tries to go after RDK but Senator holds him back, the cagey veteran realizing that now is not the time to charge into the lions den.

Macho Man RDK: Chris, RDK was watching Ragnarok and RDK couldn’t help but realize that that should be him standing their. It should be the Macho Man walking out of Faraday’s cage with the title, defeating Thunderkiss, Shadow and winning it for the third time in his illustrious career. But he wasn’t and so the Mach knew that in time he’d have to come back and get himself the ACW Title. So I put in a call to the Chairman and he was more than happy to have me back, with perks to boot.

OoOoOoOoO YEEAAAAHH!!!

The Mach is back and he’s coming for you and your ACW Heavyweight…

Before Mach can finish he is cut off by XS3 at the top, forgotten about due to the stunning return of The Macho Man RDK!

XS3: Hey! Heyheyheyheyhey! Randy, it's great to see you, man. But uhhh, we're kind of in the middle of something here.

Macho Man RDK: XS3! Is that you Bruddah?

XS3 nods from atop the entrance ramp.

Macho Man RDK: You look changed Bruddah! Must be all the pancake mix you’re snorting.

The crowd laughs, though XS3 may be on their side as well, he has no where’s near the stature of the Mach, especially on a night such as this.

Macho Man RDK: And it must be doing something to your brain as well because you’re not thinking straight if you’re thinking your getting the shot at the ACW Title, because everyone…

AND I MEAN EVERYONE…

Gathered here wants to see the Macho Man put this rudy poo back and in his place and regain his throne atop of ACW!!!

Chris Phenomenal: Hold your horses their cowboy.

Finally Chris gets the chance to speak as all eyes shift back on him, and then to the Mach as he speaks.

Macho Man RDK: Who you callin’ cowboy?

Chris Phenomenal: Well I wasn’t quite sure whether you were him or the Indian so I figured I had a fifty percent chance of being right.

Chris scathing comment hits RDK right in the breastbone. The man of proud roots stung by the harsh words from the cocky Harlem native.

Chris Phenomenal: As far as I’m concerned though, neither of you are getting this title shot. I said earlier that as of late this belt has been used as a tool to gain a measure of revenge against others, but prior to that it was all about your past accomplishments. What you had done before, not in the present and that’s going to change with me. We’re going to see fresh faces at the top, hungry faces at the top. We’re going to get people with meaningful wins going after this belt. Not two…

: Excuse me for a moment if you will.

Everyone is caught off guard as the Alphatron flickers to life and the beaming face of the Chairman of ACW, Samuel Hawthorne appears on it drawing everyone’s attention.

Samuel Hawthorne: Now Chris, before I begin I would like to congratulate you on your win and becoming ACW Champion but we do have some business to take care of, concerning who will challenge for the belt at our March Supercard event known as Madness, something I hope this company will stray from in the coming months. Now you said something Chris, about the competition needing to do something meaningful, needing to be successful in the present, hungry for the chance at the belt and I couldn’t agree with you more, so I have decided that tonight in the main event, we’re going to give someone a chance to meet all three criteria and earn their shot at the ACW World Heavyweight Title. What I’m thinking we’re going to do, is have Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon, make his return to the ACW ring, and take on XS3 with the winner becoming the number one contender.

The crowd roars as RDK and XS3 begin to beam as Chris looks on shocked for a moment before exploding, kicking the ropes and ripping the top turnbuckle clean off as the chairman looks on with a smile.

Samuel Hawthorne: Furthermore, I would also like to announce that tickets for Omega Effect Six will go on sale starting tomorrow at nine a.m. eastern time.

With that, the Alphatron clicks off as XS3 and RDK stare each other down and Chris Phenomenal is on the outside, tipping over the steel steps. The maturity that Phillips spoke of earlier this evening having gone by the wayside.

McNally: Senatorial Stable disbands and XS3 vs. Macho Man RDK in the main event this evening with a shot at Chris Phenomenal on the line what‘s going to come next.

Edison: I don’t know but please, don’t touch that dial.

FADE

Credit to XS3/RDK/CP/Senator

[Kim Jong CP]

As we come back from commercial we get the intro video for the restored Monday Night Warfare and come to ringside with McNally and Edison. They run down the events of Warfare, ending with the shot of Chris Phenomenal and holding the belt up in the air. They then show what happened just moments ago before cutting off to our next segment.

[Kim Jong CP]

AlphaWatch[/u][/size]
By LaResistance

The scene begins in a large, dimly lit room. The walls are hidden by numerous book cases encircling the room except for two specific points, the door and the fire places. Each of the cases is filled to the brim with books about the most intelectual subjects. A room filled with one of the greatest powers to mankind, knowledge. Within each book the secrets from every corner of life are written.

The room is lit up by a small fire crackling in the marble fire place. As the light shines out of the fire place is casts a large shadow over the room. But what could be the cause of this shadow? In the centre of the room, facing the fire place, is a large, velvet covered armchair.

In the armchair is a soon to be familiar face, the face of greatness, Claude LeBatard. His face is lit up by the fire, the heat pushing against his face like a barrier. He looks at the camera in acknowledgement of the camera crew. He rests his elbow on the chair and props his face up with it as he stares into the flames.

Claude is wearing a cream shirt covered by a purple and black jacket. The jacket resembles a smokers jacket but at the same time is similar to a dressing gown. He also has a pair of beige pants to hide his perfectly toned legs from the unappreciative world.

Claude sits up and smiles at the camera, he rubs his cleanly shaven face and pushes his hair back. Claude gives a sarcastic smile to the camera before opening his mouth to speak.

Claude: Bonjour fans of moi, Monsieur Roman, the Garson of Greatness, le magnifique monsieur. I know many of you are looking forward to see me push ze limits of ACW. I will push ze roster of ACW to ze limits, to ze brink of zeir ability. Zis is what is expected of me. Zis is what I’m ‘ere to do.

Claude looks down at the floor and then looks back up at the camera. The look of bitter disappointment and anger in his eyes shines through to everyone watching at home.

Claude: Last week at Ragnarok I made my debut. I showed you all a small amount of my talent. I made it known I should not be ignored or taken lightly. My debut was perfect, and I am sure that ze fans of ACW want to see ze same thing every week.

Unfortunately ze roster of ACW is lacking in talent, lacking in charisma and style. I am one of ze few people who can actually please the fans ‘ere. I’ve officially been signed to ACW for two weeks. How did zis place do so well wiz out me? Let me tell you, zey didn’t. Zis is why I need to be respected, remembered. Wiz out me zis show is second rate.

So, it was an extreme shock to me when I was able to observe ze card for today. I was disgusted, appauled, out raged! Zis week I ‘ave been completely missed off ze card. I thought to myself, ‘ow can zis be? ‘Ow is it possible zat the bookers ‘ave forgotten me!? Ze show will be nowhere near as good wiz out me.

But do not switch off your picto boxes, do not change the channel, I am ‘ere now. Because of zis grave mistake I ‘ave decided to create my own review show of zis federation. I call it “Alpha Watch wiz Claude LeBatard” and it is going to start right now!

Claude smiles at the camera as a large logo appears on the screen, reading Alpha Watch with Claude LeBatard. Next to the logo is a picture of Claude’s face, winking. As the logo fades Claude sits in his chair ready for this new segment of ACW.




Claude: Salut, and welcome to Alpha Watch, wiz me, Claude LeBatard. On today’s show I’m going to be looking at some aspects of ACW, and it’s wrestlers. For example, Michael Smart, ‘ot or not? Well as ‘e is not french I can tell you straight away ‘e is not ‘ot.

So, at ze pay-per-view ze opening match was ze wonderful Claude LeBatard, against ze incompitent El Froggy Mask. Ze match started off in Claude’s favour and didn’t change. ‘E dominated ze match and sent a message to all of ze ACW locker room. Ze team at Alpha Watch, me, would ‘ave to rate zis match five whole Sarkozy Stars.

Claude also made an appearance beofre ze match when a camera crew was allowed to accompany ‘im on a date. Claude showed off his romatic skills and really charmed ze lady. Unfortunately ‘e ‘ad to leave to prepare for ‘is match.

So, after ze highlight of ze pay per view some ozer matches, lets see, I rack my brains but I can not think of any to match ze opener. Errrr, yes, ze main event, Michael Smart vs Jack Jefferson vs Chris Phenomenal vs Dave Shadow. Now, zis match, what intresting even’t ‘appened? Four of zese American imbéciles were eliminated.

Now you see, none of zese people deserved to be in ze main event, zey are second rate superstars in a former second rate federation. Like I said earlier, before I arrived zis fed was nothing. When I made my debut though zis fed become something.

SO ze main event, ah yes, zere was something intresting zat ‘appened. Yes, after Claude had finished his match he was busy entertaining ze ladies when he was interupted! Zis is not acceptable! And because it was not acceptable I decided to make a staement. I put myself into ze main event and I made an impact. But zis didn’t make ze main event perfect.

Ze main event ended tradgically wizout a single frenchman in it. Zis was a disgrace and as official embassador for french neogtiations wiz ACW France is disgusted wiz ACW. But zis is not for Alpha Watch. So, ze main event ‘as been given a raiting of three Sarkozy stars. Very disappointing.

Claude reaches down and pulls up a brown, matter cloth sack. He reaches in and pulls out an email that has been printed onto paper. Without proof reading the e-mail Claude begins reading it.

Claude: Zis first letter is from [e-mail], right zen. He says… im sorry, he appears to ‘ave type wiz an accent, what sort of American idiot does that? Right, here it goes…"Dear Claude, This iz yer gewd friend Adrian Baird 'eyah, if ya' don't get tha' fuck offa' mah internet reet noo amma come up there an' amma' smash yer' fuckin' laptop. Sick and tired a' pricks like you high-jackin' mah connection, I pay 12.99 a month for thes. So fuck off."

Oh really? Zis is my first letter? I’m afraid zat today’s segment of Alpha Watch ‘as been cut short due to… unforseen circumstances. Zat is all, but zis is not ze last of Claude tonight.

The camera fades out after Claude stands up and leaves the room.

[Kim Jong CP]

CHIT-CHAT WITH THE CHA-Nevermind
Credit: Danny Mainer

Backstage, Danny Mainer and Charlotte King were seen, two long-time friends leaning against a wall engaging in pleasant conversation. Mainer was as usual, grinning like a freak while Charlotte was just calm and collected as contrasted to her usual "I'm going to smile even though I hate the person stood next to me" forced smile she usually put on. Mainer had a lit cigarette in his hand and was taking long drags of his roll, enjoying blowing smoke out upwards. He took another drag as Charlotte flicked her hair back over her shoulders and begun to tie it back as she spoke to Mainer who's eyes up until the conversation back were fairly obviously directed at her breasts. Charlotte ignored this, much too used to being the only female for five miles before ushering out her trademark interview style.

Danny Mainer: ”Hey Charlotte, long time no see hot stuff.”

Charlotte laughed nervously, uneasy and unsure of Mainer's pet-names.

Charlotte King: “Hehhhhh, how’re you Danny?”

Danny Mainer: ”Totally mad dope baby, yourself?”

Charlotte King: “Meh, can’t complain. Been struggling to get interviews with anybody lately though. Really difficult market, I think the bosses are going to push me out of the job soon.”

Danny Mainer: ”And leave us with Kevin Anderson? I really really hope not. I’d sooner go to jail for murdering him then let him push you out of a job. Not as a favour to you mind. Not at all as a favour to you. Simply, I’d rather be in prison than suffer his obnoxiousness for any length of time more than necessary and if it means stopping him from ever spreading his tainted, infected seed or Hell even talking again than that sure as Hell sounds to me like a Win/Win situation.”

Charlotte King: “Gee, wow, you sure know how to charm a lady Dan. Shouldn’t you be whisking me off my feet to a magical kingdom or something instead of murdering someone not even for my gain?”

Danny Mainer: ”I don’t really do the whole knight in shining armour thing. It’s never been my style. See, my style in terms of dating and relationships AND in the ACW locker room is a lot like those old Kung-Fu movies from the eighties. Y’know you’d be watching a Bruce Lee flick about two rival gangs and a big gang war would erupt right? Then in the background you see this one strong, silent guy with a hat perched low over his eyes who runs in near the end and kicks everyone’s ass and gets worshipped as the hero. You know that guy? I’m the guy who kills that guy at the end of the movie and steals the prize.”

Charlotte King: “So you kidnap women?”

Danny Mainer: ”Something like that. Yeah, I’ve always been partial to the trench-coat and shotgun-in-the-walking-stick kinda’ image.”

Charlotte King: “What does that make you, a paedophile?”

Danny Mainer: ”No it makes me kickass, shut your whore mouth before I slap you.”

Charlotte King: “Yeesh, touchie.”

Danny Mainer: ”I’m tired of being called a paedophile around these parts. I get it a lot because of the trysts I had when I went insane on morphine. Remember that? Yeah, it’s why you got in touch with your uncle again so you can shut up and start sucking the cock of gratitude until your chin is resting against the balls of gratefulness as you deep-throat honest and sincere thankfulness.”

Charlotte King: “I should be THANKING you for that? My locker room stinks of fast food and grease now because of Ray. I’m not thanking you for that.”

Danny Mainer: ”Listen lady, the point I’m trying to make is that I don’t engage in any long quests to benefit myself. I wait for somebody else to do the hard work then swoop in and swoop up the gold by picking apart their scraps. I’m like some badass vulture, or one of those awesome birds that live in the desert and tear up dead bodies.”

Charlotte King: “You mean a buzzard?”

Danny Mainer: ”YEAH! Buzzard, that’s the one. They kick ASS!”

Charlotte King: “So is that why you have The Crucible contract still in hand so you can pick the scraps of a Chris Phenomenal title match?”

Danny Mainer: ”Uh, no? If I had I would’ve taken it off of him at the Latterday Saints Cage Match.”

Charlotte King: “You mean the Faraday's Cage Match?”

Danny Mainer: ”Something like that honeypants, the point I’m trying to make is is that in MOST things I don’t engage in an epic quest but this on the other hand is the exception that proves the rule. The World Title is something I’ve chased after for a long time and for me to take a short cut NOW would just be full on lame to me.”

Charlotte King: “SO when are you going to cash in that contract?”

Danny Mainer: ”What... you mean... thiiiiiiiis one?”

Mainer waved the briefcase in front of Charlotte’s face teasingly as she nodded to the affirmative.

Charlotte King: “Nawh, I mean the other one that you keep in your Swiss bank account. Of course I mean that one, silly."

Danny Mainer: "Wow, someone needs to work on their interview technique. Sarcasm doesn't fly well with me."

Charlotte King: "Just answer the question."

Danny Mainer: ”Well? Truthfully I have no idea. I’d be some douchebag if I were to let the world know when I planned on doing it, giving Phenomenal or whoever the champion maybe the chance to put in any length of time for rigorous training and hardcore pre-THAT’S IT, I’M CASHING IN RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, TONIGHT!”

The crowd went wild as Mainer raised the briefcase overhead, that driven look of determination that we'd seen so many times in Danny Mainer's young career that it was starting to become trademark. Mainer's bold expression quickly cracked into hysterical laughter, always one to tease his audience as he put the case down again.

Danny Mainer: "Awh I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. Not tonight am afraid, sports fans but some day soon you shall see me holding the WORLD, HEAVYWEIGHT, CHAMPIONSHIP!"

Charlotte King: "You're an ass, Danny."

Danny Mainer: "I'm a teaser and a pleaser, baby. It's just what I do."

Charlotte King: "Why do you and Ray call me names like sugar and honeypants all the time when I'm related to one of you and would never sleep with the other?"

Danny Mainer: "Oh come on, that's evil. I mean Ray's old but he's a silver fox, I'm sure you could grow accustomed to his unusual charms."

Charlotte King: "That rather disgusting epiphany aside, thank you Dan for joining me on this interview and I'll see you around."

Danny Mainer: "Peace baby."

Mainer strolled off to one side as the camera cut away leaving Charlotte a little exhausted after that awkward conversation.

FADE

[Kim Jong CP]

Credit: Danny Mainer

MATCH BEGINNING:
It started off with Trixer, the smaller man in the match taking the edge over Baird by slapping on some great headlocks, wristlocks and putting on a technical clinic. Baird seemed to be at a total loss at this stage when he got taken down to the ground at several points . Trixer put Baird on the mat with a big German suplex and then started to ascend the top rope.

Adrian Baird: “What the FUCK ARE YA’ DOIN’?! GET DOWN YA WEE CUNT!”

As Alex Trixer stood on the top rope, ready to take flight and bring a crashing end to Baird’s ACW career before it even started this surprisingly tough Scotsman was up and in the face of Trixer. Adrian Baird’s face was as red as a tomato and Trixer just stared back at him. Using Trixer’s moment of hesitation leapt forward and pushed Trixer’s legs out from underneath him nearly breaking the kid’s jaw on the ring post as he fell and cracked his head before flopping to the outside of the ring. The crowd weren’t happy with this and boo’d loudly, echoing their displeasure.

Adrian Baird: “Awh shut it ya’ fuckin’ pricks! I’LL HANDLE THES MY WAY!”

MATCH MIDDLE:
Sliding out underneath the bottom rope, Baird went on the prowl for Trixer as Trixer slowly used the crowd rail to stand up. Slowly but surely he made it to his feet but before he could focus his attentions on the incoming Baird, Baird had a handful of his hair and was repeatedly smashing his head into the guard rail. The referee started to count as Baird wrenched Trixer around by his hair and then smashed him face first into the steel steps causing spit to fly everywhere. Trixer was then wrenched around again and tossed over the crowd barrier landing with a thump into a gaggle of young children. Baird took a second just to take a breather and pose for the audience with a disgusting smirk on his face before dragging Trixer back out from crowd Hell once again by his hair. The referee approached eight.

Ref: “Come on Baird, get back in the ring the both of you or I’m going to have to count you out!”

Adrian Baird: “Alright sweet-cheeks, settle doon! Ya’ ugly piece a’ shite! Ya’ honestly thought I’d let it end like thes?”

MATCH END:
Trixer, who had a little trickle of blood shooting down his chin from the corner of his mouth seemed to have come back with a big offence. Countering one of Baird’s Irish Whip into a big flying fore-arm straight to the mouth. Baird is brought crashing to the ground and Trixer bounces off the other ropes landing a big Body Splash almost getting the uspet victory but Baird kicked out in the nick of time. Trixer dragged Baird up to his feet who was still groggy from the speedy attacks that he’d just endured. Baird flung a fist out trying to catch Trixer off guard but dodged it and locked in a Dragon Sleeper. He raised one arm in the air, the crowd going wild as he signalled for The Ripper. He span around for the cutter but Baird slipped out with Trixer landing hard on his back. Trixer got up to his feet quickly as Baird ran to the ropes and no sooner was Trixer facing Baird he was brought CRASHING to the ground like lightning with a HUGE Clothesline from Hell damn near decapitating the high-flier. Baird quickly made the cover.

Adrian Baird: “EAT THAT ONE YA’ CLUELESS NEANDERTHAL CUNT!”

ONE! TWO! THREE!

SPOILER: Click to show

WINNER: Adrian Baird VIA The Old Firm Fallout ( Clothesline from Hell)

[Kim Jong CP]

Aftermath[/u][/size]
By LaResistance/Adrian Baird


The scene begins in the ACW arena, the lights beat down on the ring where just moments ago Adrian Baird pulled out a victory. The arena is filled with huge roars as the audience make numerous chants. Adrian Baird’s theme music blasts out over the P.A as he walks up the entrance ramp after a great match. As he walks up the entrance ramp, panting like a great dane, the sweat runs down from his head and drops to the floor. Adrian wipes his head and looks up at the alphatron, he slowly turns back and looks at the ring to see the mess and chaos he has left in the ring.

Adrian carries on walking but as he reaches the top of the ramp his music stops. Adrian looks round angrily, his face fills with rage. He storms backstage to bash some skulls, however he falls backwards back through the curtain into the arena. “Perfect Gentlemen” by Helloween thrashes out over the P.A as Claude LeBatard walks out clutching a chair.

Claude is wearing a pair of beige suit pants and a plain white shirt. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and he has the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He flicks his head back clearing the hair from his face. He wipes his forehead and walks over to Adrian.

Adrian clambers to his feet and tries to regain his footing, but Claude swings the chair into Adrian’s ribs causing him to hunch over. Claude then hits a running knee to the temple of Adrian’s head. Adrian falls to the floor and smacks his head on the entrance ramp.

Claude gets on one knee and grabs Adrian round the neck. He pulls him up close and smiles at the camera as it pans in close to them. Claude pats Adrian on the cheek and looks around at the crowd.

Claude: I read your letter monsieur Baird. I am not ‘appy. I was missed off ze card, and zen I was insulted by you. Are you ‘aving fun now? Maybe next week you will be a little bit more careful no?

Claude lets Adrian go and stands tall. He brushes himself off and demands a microphone, he’s quickly handed one by an official who doesn’t wish to anger the enraged frenchman.

Claude: I ‘ope you are all ‘appy now. I know ze match was not much to look at, but my presence ‘as glorified the whole show no? And for any of ze lovely ladies in attendance tonight zere is a backstage party wiz me. NO ugly people please, zey bring me out in a rash.

Claude drops the mic as his music begins playing again. He leaves the arena allowing the show to continue.

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The Longest Corridor
Chris Phenomenal

Shocked, stunned and a thousand other superlatives could describe the reaction of Chris Phenomenal from Senator’s announcement. The memories, the joy, the power they had fallen now in one fell swoop. He had returned to wrestling to make a name for himself and the Senatorial Stable had given him that and more, if it were not for the stable, the belt that lay across his shoulder would not be in his possession at the moment.

As he walks through the familiar door of the Senatorial Stable office, a cardboard box is in his hands, filled with everything he had stored. A few photos, his robe, his notebook. As he turned around he saw The Captialists, the imbeciles who more than once had driven him near the point of insanity. Yet as he looked at them now, everything that had happened in the past between them was forgotten, the camaraderie they shared in the stable far outweighing what had gone on between them. For ever he would be Senatorial Stable, he would be their for them if push came to shove but now, it was over. Spinning around he turned his back on the stable. Very few have made this walk with their dignity in tact, over the course of the years many have turned their back on the stable but few have amicably separated.

Now as he headed down the hall it was only a short walk to his destination, the locker room of the ACW World Heavyweight Champion. At first it appeared as if it was going to be un-used, the extra benefits tossed aside for the friendship gained in the stable but now it would be pressed into action. As Chris walked up to it he shook his head before removing one hand from the box and turning the knob, stepping through the threshold and officially shutting the door on his Stable life.

As he looked around he spied the many amenities, the perks being a champion provided. The mini-fridge, the large television, the leather sofa and matching reclining chair. It was paradise, an adjoining bathroom as well. The champions even in these hard times lived a life of luxury, of extravagance, their position reflected by their estate at the arena. For Chris Phenomenal though it didn’t seem right. His Harlem home was modest, and while the penthouse on ACW Island was a bit posh for his liking, it had served him well as a get away from the fans, the public eye and now as the safe house for Paige. He had spent his entire career in the communal locker rooms or in those with his brethren, his initial partnership with Tyson Phoenix, The Mega Star Alliance with Macho Man RDK, Jonny Spade, Rawt and for a brief time XS3. Ironically enough, one of them would face him at Madness for his belt, their actions earlier in all likelihood should have incited Chris into a frenzy as he thought of them, but in this moment of serenity, of acquiescence the fond times of yore outweigh the negatives of the present.

And then the Stable, for the past eight months Chris had been a member of the greatest faction to ever assemble in Alpha Championship Wrestling. Under the guidance of Senator he had grown as a wrestler but more importantly as a man. Senator had been the father figure Chris never had and now he was gone. True they’d still be amicable but it was time for Chris to forge his own path as champion.

Throwing himself onto the sofa, Chris leaned back on the arm and closed his eyes, staring up at the stippling on the ceiling initially but then it turning to the black of his eye lids and then the sky blue of his reminiscence, the familiar sound of a basketball going through the chain link net resounding in his ears. Coming down there he stood standing about eighteen feet away from the net with his hand held right over a guys head, looking at him for a moment before walking off and turning his head and spying the blue eyed blond who immediately took his heart captive. That all started with Chris stepping out, finally showing the world his basketball skills and putting them on notice. Though hardships ensued, blood and sweat were utilized to the nth degree, eventually it had gotten him here. Now as he was forced once again to set off on his own, the adventures, the journeys, the trials and tribulations that await Chris knew he would face the only way he knew how too.

Head on.

FADE

[Kim Jong CP]

Origin Story - Part One

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha!

Mad cackling comes through the speakers of every television set watching Warfare, as the camera cuts to a new scene, opening up in what looks like a laboratory. Test tubes and viles bubble and smoke, large computers print out illegible readings, and the light is nearly non-existant, the only one coming from a small lamp on a sturdy wooden desk in the middle of the room. A man stands in the corner, wearing a long white labcoat, a blue-ish shirt and dirty jeans. He is positioned beside a large pod-like structure, with a massive ice blue glass exterior. But the smoke makes it impossible to see what’s inside.

The scientist cackles to himself, rubbing his hands together, staring into the chamber. Wires lead off of it, into the various mechanical structures around it, and some tubes appear to feed liquids in.

Scientist: At last, my greatest creation is nearly complete! Soon, it shall be ready, and when that time comes, when the time is ripe to realise him....

The phone on his desk rings. The scientist stops laughing and looks at it angrily, before walking over to it and pulling it up to his ear.

Scientist: Yes? Yes? What is it? Yes, this is Vexan. Oh!

Now realising who is on the other end of the phone line, Vexan stands bolt upright, at attention, as if the person can physically see him. He tidies his hair and makes sure his clothes are all in perfect condition. This person has eyes everywhere, and he has no intentions of being caught unaware. He continues giving his status report.

Vexan: Yes sir. It is almost complete. By my estimations, it will be fully aware in the next 20 minutes or so.

Vexan listens to the response. His eyes open up wider with every passing second.

Vexan: You want it there tonight? But sir....yes, I know I said it was ready, but ......well, we’ve not had a chance to field test it, have we? Tonight? Why yes, I guess we could....but it’s risky. Wha....wait, you’re coming over here now to collect it personally? Bu....no sir, of course I will have him ready. Twenty minutes, yes sir. Shall I wait for....of course, of course.

He puts the phone down and walks over to his chair, collapsing in it. He sighs and runs his hand through his greasy hair, wiping the sweat from his brow. He’s coming here? He never comes here unless it is for something important.

But then, this is important. Years of research, months of hard work and millions of dollars. But he never thought this day would come. It has been his work for so long.

Tonight. Twenty minutes.

Vexan pushes himself out of the chair and walks back over to the chamber. He stands in front of it, the smoke from the machine billowing round his feet. He places a single hand on the blue glass, and talks, nearly whispering...

Vexan: Soon, my beauty. Soon you will awaken once more.

The camera now gets a good look at what is inside. Or rather, who. A large man stands, eyes closed, inside. Vexan leans right in against the pod, his face nearly pressed against it.

Vexan: And when you do, chaos will reign down once more.

[Kim Jong CP]

TAG PATNERS?
Credit: Criminal/Buddy Ghee

Charlotte King: Alright, I'm here today with Buddy Ghee, who just came away from Ragnarok. Buddy, a lot of people are angry over that ending, so what do you have to say in your defense?

Buddy Ghee: Nothing. There's nothing to defend. He screwed me, so I screwed him. Now we're even. I don't get this. He screws me, he's cheered on. I screw him, OH SHIT! Can't have none of that. Buddy does it, it's wrong, Panther does it, he don't get heat. So, word is that I got a match tonight, so tell me, mama, what's goin' down there?

Charlotte King: You're tagging with Criminal against The Southern Smashers.

Buddy Ghee: Criminal? Who the hell is...

The camera moves and it shows Criminal standing right next to Buddy Ghee.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Your asking who I am? Maybe you should be more focused on who our opponents are! I am the former Entertainment Champion, and if I have my facts straight you are Buddy Ghee, my supposed tag team partner for tonight.

Buddy stares at him.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Now that I have your attention, maybe you should take a minute to listen to the plan.

Buddy Ghee: Alright, hot shot, tell me your plan.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, from what I have noticed you are a new comer here in the ACW. Listen to me, and listen to me closely. We will work as a team, and we WILL become victorious.

Criminal steps up into buddy's face.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] If you have a problem with that we can meet in the ring next week, and I will be sure to fix any problem you have.

Buddy Ghee: Criminal... You need to shut the hell up when grown folks is talkin'. You may've been here in this B-Promotion longer than I, but I'm older. I got more experience. 'Been wrestling longer than you. You should be listening to me. And there's only one thing you have to do: Don't screw everything up. Got that, jive-turkey?

Criminal: All I want to do is win. We're gonna work together, whether you like it or not, but if you get in the way of that, don't think I won't keep you in line.

Criminal steps back, and shows an evil grin. He then walks away.

[Kim Jong CP]

Segment: My words are my dagger, my spear is my... spear... (Credit: XS3)

Tonight was going to mark the first step towards a healing process.

That's just how I saw it anyway. For a decade now, I had to deal with a lot of – as they would say – “fucked up shit” with not just my career, but my life as well. Two wives dead, my foster children dead, my brother dead, tragedy, sickness, disgust, betrayal. All of it I could not bring myself to bear. But something kept me going. Well, a few things actually... Christine, Corey, Demon Inc., Dad, Lauren, the fans who cheered for me and the title I've been on a journey for about four years now to obtain... The ACW World Heavyweight Championship.

All of my talk of destiny got a start in the Kritical Wrestling Alliance, back during more innocent times. I was still a bit green but I was eager to show up for work and do my hardest to achieve my goal. Over the course of a year, I finally settled down, matured and gradually became the man I am today. Christine had helped me through most of the bullshit I'd experienced in my life and I was grateful for everything she had done. However, thee was more to it than just my wife's support. Being in Demon Inc. proved to be a great stress reliever. Going out and touring and playing music was a great way to ease my troubled mind.

But now, we were on a break. And I figured I would come back to ACW in order to prove myself one last time. So far, I felt that I was making a good impact so far. I had beaten Chris Phenomenal, Thunderkiss and Buddy Siano and Irie the Intimidator so far and was ready to go and defeat the Macho Man later tonight. With the victory, I was footsteps away from achieving the destiny I fought for.

So until then, it was promo time. I made my way in front of the camera. I had to speak my mind once again. What can I say, it was a stress reliever. I was donned in my ring attire and a raised hoody and Christine was next to me, in jeans, a tanktop and sneakers. I held her close and began to talk.

XS3: Macho Man... Mach... Mach... Mach... I thought I had seen the last of you when you were busy getting your arm destroyed. But evidently, you've recovered. Well done. You still must be on painkillers since it's clearly affected your judgment. You want to jump in on MY business with Chris? You want to just come back and pretend that the Mega Star Alliance never happened and you'll go back to your winning ways? Yeah, I remember when the MSA was running wild on ACW... for about three weeks. But nothing ever came of it. You got destroyed, Jonny and CP did their own things and Rawt sort of fucked off into obscurity. I can't blame him though. It must be hard when the only thing you're remembered for is a brief undefeated streak.

But now you may counter my logic with something to the effect of “Wait a minute, that's calling the pot and the kettle black.” There's nothing to counter. I know that I'm notorious in ACW for fucking off randomly and reappearing months later. It's sad, I know. But it certainly helps keeps things interesting in my life. But there hasn't been much luck on the golden side. The only title I've been known for here in ACW is the Tag Team Championship. Now? The belts are gone and now I look to the future... The ACW World Heavyweight Championship. SLA is gone and Thunderkiss has taken his ball and left. But he was never my primary concern... You were, Chris Phenomenal. Yes, I knew you would be wary of my motives. You knew that deep down in the back of your mind, even when Danny Mainer made his statement, you knew DAMN WELL I was gunning for you, title or not.

And now, here I am. Ready to capitalize on my promises and turn them into a sweet reality. ACW found it's way out of the cave and now a new day has dawned. And with it comes a new era. No, I'm not talking about the Phenomenal error – I mean, era. ...okay, I do mean “error”. No, I'm talking about the XS Fucking 3 Era. I'm willing to die for my cause, Chris. I will go through hell and back to get what I've been yearning for. The ACW World Heavyweight Championship is calling for me, Chris. It's saying “Matt... Save me. Save me from the clutches of Chris Phenomenal. Restore balance to the Force.” Oh, I will restore balance. I have become the Jedi everyone clamors for, on my quest to defeat the dark side. With my wife Christine at my side and with all the support from the fans, everything is coming to fruition. But it's not done. Not until I get past Mach and beat you for the title.

Be prepared, Chris Phenomenal. Be prepared for the beating I will give Macho Man. Be prepared for the Senatroial Stable's ruinous defeat. And be prepared to ask yourself one question:

“What will happen to my dreams and my legacy... Is that unforgivable?”

And with that, I took my wife by the hand and walked off-camera with her. I was about to head into a warzone, arguably one of the most important matches of my career. Tonight was going to mark the first step towards a healing process. Though all the wounds wouldn't be entirely healed, it's gonna be nice to be purified of most of them.

Fade.

[Kim Jong CP]

Criminal and Buddy Ghee vs The Southern Smashers
Summary written by Buddy Ghee

It starts with Criminal in the ring. He locks up, and gets a drop toe-hold. He hits a leg drop across the face, and goes to the top rope to hit a diving splash. He drags his opponent over to the ropes and hits a springboard leg drop. He walks over, insinuating he's about to tag Buddy in, but laughs in his face as he continues to go to work. His opponent stands up, only to be hit by a front dropkick. He walks to his corner, planning top climb the turnbuckle, but Buddy slaps his hand, forcing a tag.

His opponent stumbles to his feet and falls into a tag. Buddy is met with a few right hands and an Irish Whip, but ducks under his opponent's clothesline, stops in his tracks, and hits a slinging neck breaker. His opponent stands up, bent over, as Buddy hits a scissor kick. He goes for the pin, but his opponent kicks out.

He moves to pick up his opponent, but gets caught with a groin shot, which the ref doesn't see. He goes for the tag, but Criminal is behind his partner, and pulls his feet from under him, causing him to smash his chin on the apron. When Buddy's opponent stands up, he's met with Buddy's Shining Star, he goes for the pin, and the match ends.

[Kim Jong CP]

Trust NoOne
Credit: Criminal

The camera's all begin to cycle, as the show returns. The scene starts in the sold out parking lot, showing very little activity,as everyone is already inside. The angle then quickly switches to the hallways, only showing a numerous amount of superstars. As time progresses the camera's make their way into a locker room. Unsure as to who might be in there. The camera shows former ACW Entertainment Champion, Criminal, preparing for his match tonight. You can hear the sound of a phone ringing as Criminal quickly answers his cell.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Don't you have someone else to bother?

Skullz: Of course not! Who else walks out of a federation with everything, and leaves their supposed best friend to take the plunge.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I informed you to hire better talent, and to make things interesting.

Skullz: Well, now that it... you know... "accidently" burnt down and the insurance made me rich I have figured I would become a great insperation to you in your newly found career.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] So making me go to the airport, and you not even showing up is inspiration!

Skullz: I can't do everything for you! You sould have already been on the plane, and on your way to that arena.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Well, I'm sure that I don't need your help.

Skullz: Well, where are you now?

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I'm at the show.

Skullz: See you actually made it this week. All because I boosted your spirits after you lost the Title to TJ.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] However, you did not get me the plane ticket needed to get to Regnorak, so now they have down graded me to some sort of tag team match.

Skullz: YOU!? A TAG TEAM COMPETITOR!?

Skullz begins laughins uncontrollably.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?

Skullz: I don't think you have had a tag team match your entire career, but now, now is the first one. Who are you teaming with.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Some new comer I assume. His name is Buddy Ghee. He walks around acting like some hard ass, but I'm sure it's nothing a quick heist couldn't take care of.

Skullz: There you go with making enemies again. Why don't you just allow someone else to bask in the glory of winning with you? Do you always have to be the last one standing?

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] If I win tonight I'm sure it is only because of the talent I carry as a superstar. I am a singles competitor and the glory that is thrown me way is because of me, and me only.

Skullz: Alright, Alright I get it. So your opponents are?

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] The southern smashers, at least I think that's what they call themselves?

Skullz: Well with a name like that, it's a good thing your not from the south to much.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] HaHaHa, Did you catch the hint of sarcasm there. I'm still in shock to be competing in a tag team match with no name superstars. Things have all been going down hill when I transfered over to the SLA brand, but the more I think about it the more unsure I become.

Skullz: Does the SLA even exist anymore.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I'm really not to sure. I'm not sure if ThunderKiss is doing away with it, or if he is still trying to work with it. I have yet to see something good come from it.

Skullz: I have told you before to not even turn your back on those that gave you your oppurtunity.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] When something sounds good, even you know to take it.

Skullz: Somethings are to good to be true.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] So I have noticed. Now I have to get ready for my three minute match tonight. Maybe even find my partner for a breif communication.

Skullz: I'll be watching

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I'm sure you will be.

Criminal hangs up the phone, and tosses it back into his bag. He begins taping up his hands, while shaking his head in disgust, as the scene fades.

[Kim Jong CP]

WHEN NATIONS COLLIDE
Credit: Danny Mainer/Adrian Baird

Standing to one side of the hallway wearing a wifebeater vest, denim jeans and Nike Air’s was Adrian Baird sipping a coffee in a bored humdrum of waiting for the card to progress so he could go have his match. Nonchalantly leaning against the wall, he sighed heavily as he looked on at the back of a smallish figure with long dark hair dressed in a leather jacket and jeans with his back towards Baird. Assuming this to be some intern, Baird put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly to attract the attention of the leather-clad figure as his palates roared out a sound that echoed around the hallway. Of course, he didn’t realize at all until it was way too late who it actually was but he didn’t really care either way. He was big, strong and completely full of himself. Death threats were like junk mail to him.

Adrian Baird: “HEY, YOO. Beardeh, get yer ugly fuckin’ mug over heeyah, I got a job fer yer, ya’ can make a few bob servin’ ACW’s hawtest new talent.”

The bearded figure with his back turned to Baird, twirled around and turned out to be none other than Danny Mainer. Now, as it is well documented, Danny Mainer is incredibly stubborn. Caitlynn Dufraisne, his FIANCE struggled to get him to do things for her so for an up and coming rookie that nobody had previously ever heard of to demand he go get a coffee was something like career suicide. Usually Mainer would just punch the man in the face and have it done with but his accent was hilarious and so Mainer decided to give peace a chance.

Danny Mainer: ”Do you know who I am sir?”

Adrian Baird: “OH! Shite! Sorreh, I’m terribleh sorreh sir, mah bad. I didn’t realize I was in the companeh of celebrity. I’m a big fan of yerz, I’ve seen yer on HoboFights.com and I’m impressed wit’cha skills. Can I get an autograph?”

Danny Mainer: ”HoboFights?”

Adrian Baird: “Well yeah, quite clearleh. Look at yer’ straggly beard and yer’ long black hair, would ya’ like me to buy ya’ a sandwich as tribute to a legendary hobofighter like yourself?”

Danny Mainer: ”No thanks, I’m not a hobo. I’m a little more important than that.”

Adrian Baird:[/B] “OH SHITE! I know who you are! Christ, I know EXACTLY who you are now. My bad, my bad. You’re a pretty big deal! You’re from that show...”

Danny Mainer: ”Show? I was in How I Met Your Mother once as a nightclub dancer but I’ve never actually been on TV. Well, I did do adverts for Relentless energy drinks once but those days are behind me.”

Adrian Baird:[/B] “Nae, nae, I mean yer’ the big famous skateboarder from Jackass who’s name escapes meh.”

Danny Mainer: ”Bam Margera?”

Adrian Baird:[/B] “AYE! So you are him?”

Danny Mainer: ”No.”

Adrian Baird:[/b] “Good, he’s a wee cunt anyway.”

Danny Mainer: ”Nice to know.”

Adrian Baird: “Ahhh... I’m sorry man, it’s just I’m quite slow today. I just smoked a LOT of dope so I dinnae really know tits from toenails.”

Danny Mainer: ”It’s alright. I understand.”

Adrian Baird: “So, Harreh the Horbor. Do ye’ live in a cardboard box?”

Danny Mainer: ”Alright man, fuck off. I’m NOT a hobo.”

Proving quite clearly he hasn’t smoked any marijuana, Baird showed quite clearly that he didn’t like having people raise their voices at him as he flew off the handle on the offensive to Mainer.

Adrian Baird: “Then WHY THE FUCK do you have a beard you SCRUFFY, UGLY CU-... oh God. I’ve just realized. You... yer’ condition. I am SO SO SORREH, I didn’t realize that you had a condition. I’m sorreh, I’m an ignorant little shit. All the best with your life sir, yerra’ very brave man.”

Danny Mainer: ”Condition? What the Hell are you talking about?”

Adrian Baird: “You have nostrifaecaelitis, ya’ know, where ya’ defecate through yer’ noseholes? I had a mate back in Glasgae who did that, everybodeh used to call him Brown Nose. Kids can be so cruel.”

Baird wiped away a mocking, fake tear from his eye as Mainer clenched his fists ready for a fight.

Danny Mainer: ”... I shit out my ass, like normal. I dunno about your diseases but I certainly don’t dump through my snotbox.”

Adrian Baird: “Clearly not, you must ‘ave gobshite-itis as well because I’ve seen ya’ on television cuttin’ speeches aboot yer career and all ya’ do is talk pure shite! So, ya’ must have both of them diseases.”

Danny Mainer: ”And why would that mean I have to grow a beard?”

Adrian Baird: “So ya’ don’t have to pay out the arse fer’ toilet paper, pun blatantly intended.”

Danny Mainer: ”Are you retarded? Why are you English people so fucking obnoxious?”

Adrian Baird: “You my friend have just takern, a massive shite wit’cher clothes awn. One, I’m not from Englund and if ya’ ever call me English again I’mma smash yer face so hard you’ll shit blood and bleed shite! Second, obnoxious? That’s a fuckin’ riot an’ a half, comin’ from The King! Don’t be takin’ liberties son, walk the fuckin’ line!”

Danny Mainer: ”The King? So you DO know who I am then?!”

Adrian Baird: “’course I do ya’ fuckin’ retard, you’re the King of Rock ‘n’ Rawl, I fucking LOVE Viva La Bam. Such a funny fuckin’ show. Can you turn my flat into a fuckin’ skatepark? That’d be pimp!”

Mainer lunged forward grabbing the big man Baird by the neck of shirt and shoving him backwards straight into a wall. Mainer leant in, nose to nose with Baird and snared and growled at him as he’d finally had enough.

Danny Mainer: ”I AM NOT. BAM. MARGERA. Get it out of your fucking head, you stupid fucking BASTARD! Don’t you dare tell me to walk the fucking line! I AM THE KING OF VEGAS, DANNY MAINER. TWO TIME INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, ONE TIME GWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION. What have YOU done huh?! WHAT THE FUCK have you done?! I don’t even KNOW you, you fucking dirty European white trash little prick! I AM DANNY... FUCKING... MAINEEEEEEER.”

Mainer let go of Baird’s shirt who simply cracked a smirk and slowly but surely dusted himself off. I say smirk, it was more like snarling smirk but it was a satisfied on at that.

Adrian Baird: “Oh terribleh sorreh sir, I mistook ya’ fer someone eyelse. I like your wrestling work, keep it up.”

Baird dusted off Mainer’s left shoulder and walked past, completely cool and collected as Mainer was left to seeth in his own rage about ready to smash something to kingdom come. Mainer stormed off the other way as the screen faded to black

FADE

[Kim Jong CP]

I’ve Got You Babe
Chris Phenomenal

Ragnarok and the days leading up to it were quite successful for Chris Phenomenal. Not only did he manage to walk out with the ACW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, but he managed to regained the one thing that mattered most in his life, Paige Martin. Eight months after when their re-union should have occurred after a period in exile, the two sit together side by side on a love seat in Chris’ top level penthouse on ACW Island. After the time the two have spent apart and the evident love shared between the two, one would expect everything to be all roses but that is not so, as elevated tones great us.

Paige: Chris you can’t do this, you’ve worked too hard to earn this shot, then to go through hell and back to get the title, you can’t just walk away.

Chris: Paige, I’m doing this for us. We’ve spent the past three years apart and I don’t want to spend another day away from you.

Paige: Chris, please, it’s going to be okay. You’re champion now and I can handle myself. You’ve got a proverbial fortress here, no one’s going to get here. You can come back after the shows each week, it’s but a short flight and spend the time with me. One day apart isn’t going to kill us Chris. Besides, you’ll drive me crazy having to see you cooped up here.

Chris: Paige, I don’t care about wrestling. I got into this business to make money so when I came and got you that we’d have a nest egg to rest on. We’ve got that here, plenty of money to invest, ACW paid for this penthouse, everything we need we’ll be settled.

Paige: Christopher don’t give me that. I saw you in ECF, I saw you in ACW and the smile on your face. Chris I’ve not seen you that happy outside of the basketball court ever and you’re born for it.

Chris: I’m never more happy when I’m with you Paige.

Paige: That’s sweet Chris, but I want you to do this, for me.

Chris: I can’t.

Paige: Why not? Think about Steve. Everything you’ve told me is about what Steve has done for you. Now you’ve got a chance to represent the Stable as it’s not been done before. You can’t repay him that way either.

Chris: I don’t care about the Stable Paige. All I care about is you. You’re the only thing in this world worth living for. Look at what I’ve done in my life; kicked out of school for fighting because some chongo fucker was hitting on you. Selling dope for Jacey just so I could take you out every once in a while. Paige, walking away from wrestling would be the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

Paige: I won’t let you Chris. You’ve done a lot for me in my life. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.

Chris: You also wouldn’t have had to deal with half the shit you did. Runnin’ off to DC to get away from JoVy then this entire shit that just went down. Paige, I owe you so much.

Paige: Okay, if you owe me. Go WRESTLE. Please Chris.

Chris: I…

Paige: For me.

Faced with the request of Paige, Chris bows his head and shakes it, confused. After all this time apart and now Paige asking him to leave, thoughts begin to race through his head. He sneaks a peek up at Paige before returning his gaze back to the floor below. Paige doesn’t miss it however and despite the time they’ve spent apart, she’s right on the ball.

Paige: What’s the matter?

Chris: Nothing’s the matter Paige.

Paige: Something’s the matter Chris. I know you too well.

Chris: Nothing. Just thinking about LeShawn and what he’d think.

Paige: He’d be proud of you Chris.

Chris looks up at Paige as she smiles back at him cheekily.

Paige: And what you to tell me what’s the matter.

Chris: Alright. You want to know what’s the matter? We’ve spent three years apart and I want to spend all my time with you and you’re telling me to go. Are we done or something, did you find someone else?

Paige: No Chris, I still love you with all my heart.

Chris: Then why?

Paige: Chris, you’ve never known love really. You don’t know who your parents are and you were raised by the state and then ran off to the streets. It comes down to sometimes knowing what makes the other person happy.

Chris: But I already told you, you make me happy.

Paige: Yes, and so does wrestling. Chris, that one day we’ll spend apart is no big deal, we have the rest of our lives to spend together but I know you. I know you’ll get stir crazy sitting around here and regret walking out on wrestling, on the title. You need to go back Chris, make me proud.

Chris: But…

Paige: And remember, you said the only reason was the money but there’s a second. The little kids in run down places like Harlem with no future except selling crack and getting shot in the head when a score goes bad. You want to show they can make a life for themselves. Chris, you’ve got a chance to make a big difference and if you walk away, you’re hurting everyone; the ghetto kids, Phillips, your fans, me and most importantly you. Chris you’re not a quitter, not by any means of the word.

Chris looks up at Paige and finally cracks a small smile as Paige returns a beaming one and throws her arms around him before launching off the sofa.

Paige: I’ll help you pack.

And with that she goes scampering off, Chris pupils dilating as his hear flutters a bit, everything is right in the world for the time being, but will it continue on to Warfare?