Monday Night Warfare, March 15th

[Kim Jong CP]

Sachiele's Saga, Part One
Composed by Kris

Wings of fire embrace me,
trying to analyze the signs on the wall...
still, it means nothing.
--

Saturday, March 13th
1:45 P.M. E.S.T.

The hustle and bustle of Pittsburgh's Strip District on a Saturday afternoon is the scene that greets the eye, a veritable sea of humanity going about their business in waves of black and gold. Such a limited color palette is to be expected, really... Steelers merchandise sells well year-round, with the Penguins and the Pirates following hot on its heels. Other colors can be picked out, but blues and greens are an unfortunate rarity in this concrete jungle. The sound of people bartering and conversing, a hearty laugh here and a child's cry, bright as brass, there - it's a tumultuous scene to be certain, but it's an enjoyable one, the sort that births amusing anecdotes and stories to share at the water cooler. Amidst this bountiful chaos that defines the human experience, the slender figure of the Angel of Winter stands as still as a statue in the middle of the closed-to-traffic street - someone could almost believe her one, in fact, were it not for how her chest subtly rises and falls with every breath beneath that simple white henley-style t-shirt. Dressed otherwise in a pair of boot-cut jeans that fit her well enough to function and white combat boots that have somehow remained clean, one gets the feeling that she would be greatly moved by the forest were she able to see it for the trees. For now she is merely an observer, an audience member that cannot grasp the true meaning of the play that's being performed in front of her. It is from that metaphorical distance that she speaks, her tone a chilling breeze amidst the warmth that she refuses to be warmed by; as she does, the camera comes closer, allowing her words to be clearly heard despite the ambient noise.

There was a time that women were considered holy, the sacred feminine respected and worshipped for their ability to perform the miracle of life. Men were also respected and regarded highly, of course, for their contribution to the process... but the power lay with the female, an arrangement that worked for thousands upon thousands of years. Times have changed since then, a case of giving the opposite sex an inch for them to take a mile if there ever was one. Propaganda and religious dogma were the weapons of choice for that particular takeover, as was doing everything in their power to keep women from gleaning the knowledge needed to take back their divine right. If one believes the conspiracy theories around Mary Magdalene's relationship with Jesus Christ being covered up, then it is being perpetuated to this very day... and this business is no exception. The men, insecure creatures that they are, remain the stronger gender with their little pissing contests while the women are reduced to pandering for cheap cheers. Such is the supposed order of things, the 'established' status quo...

It's almost a shame that it will be thrown into upheaval.

You see, I do not intend on playing second fiddle to anyone on the night of my debut - or on any other night, for that matter. It has been far too long since a woman was crowned queen of ACW... and that is something that I plan on remedying. Whether I crash over the unfortunate souls placed in the ring against me like an avalanche or move with the slow determination of a glacier toward my goal, it is only a matter of time before my path reaches its final goal. Any journey begins with the first step, of course... and mine happens to be Trace Birmingham.

A pause; the Angel of Winter begins to stride forward at a slow pace, hands loosely slipped into her pockets.

With what little I have seen of you, Trace, I haven't noticed a single thing to be impressed by. It's painfully clear that what little fanbase you have, you've gleaned from your own ilk - the fraternity brothers with I.Q.s in the single digits that have nothing better to do than tell childish jokes. If anything, you treat this very business as a joke, spitting in the faces of the men and women that consider wrestling to be their passion. Perhaps that is why you have limping along at the bottom, futilely beating your fists against the glass ceiling that so many have used as a step toward the next phase of their career. Were it not for how I am about to follow in the footsteps of many, I would offer my condolences... but this business is about survival of the fittest, satisfying our inner beasts so that we may blend in with the rest of the flock as it grazes upon its ignorance. You can hold it against me if you wish, I suppose - if it will help you sleep at night, then by all means. All I ask is that you ask yourself one simple question.

For a moment, it seems that a spark is trying to ignite something, anything in those eyes beyond the cool distance that keeps them neutral... but it fails. Instead, there's another humorless chuckle, the sound barely audible in the ruckus surrounding her.

Who am I to spare you... when Mother Nature has made it obvious that you're just not fit to survive?

Everything fades to black as she moves out of sight, the icy maiden consumed by the crowd for the time being. It won't last, of course - Lord only knows that the masses has little tolerance for those that do not fall into line as they should.

[Kim Jong CP]

Segment: Enemies (Credit: XS3)

“It's so easy for me to make enemies any more it's sickening
People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist
Stickin their noses in shit that isn't none of their business
I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions
Now I'm in the position that, I don't wanna be in - shit
I never had no beef with you corny son of a bitches
But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it
So I'm tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit CHRIS PHENOMENAL”
- Eminem, “Girls”

In the back, we see XS3 still wearing his ring attire and raised hoody. His eyes are seen glued to the TV, having witnessed Chris Phenomenal defeat Gary with ease. One thing that the fans notice is that XS3 stands in a dark-lit room, next to a mic stand. XS3 turns away from the TV and faces the camera, guiding the mic to his mouth and speaking in a rather raspy tone.

XS3: It was approximately a year ago that Chris Phenomenal and I convened and decided it would be the ultimate height of cleverness to make fun of Jake Steele's mother. Granted, it got a lot of laughs from everyone. But now we come to about a year later and times have changed. Chris has decided to be a sniveling little pussy and hide behind Randy Kanyon to get his point across. It wasn't enough that he had to hide behind Senator and ride his coattails, now he's gotta align with the Macho Man AGAIN. But that's fine. I don't need Chris to be a stoner buddy... Nor do I need him to come up with “witty” songs... I've got some friends of mine to help back up my claims.

XS3 soon places the mic on the stand and turns around, seeing the lights being raised. XS3 reveals to the world that Demon Inc. has decided to join him in song. With a few strikes of the hi-hat, Fox leads the band into a cover of Fear Factory's “Powershifter”. Ken and Kenji go to work emulating Dino Cazares' machine gun style riffs as Fox and Maximus seem to be in control of the rhythm section, though they are seen visibly struggling to keep up due to the high tempo of the song. XS3 leans into the mic and lets it all out.

XS3: Feared your control and excessive greed
Abuse of your power disgraced me
You want war
You got war
More than you bargained for

XS3 turns back and sees Ken headbanging wildly. XS3 gives his bandmate a smirk before continuing.

XS3: I damn you and leave defiantly
Cut you out and take it all with me
You want war
You got war
More than you bargained for

Always question authority, control my own destiny
Forcing change, breaking free
From the gears of the machine

Changing my world so I can live
Execution powershift
Changing my world so I can live
Execution powershift
Powershift
Powershift
Powershifter

As we come halfway through the song, Fox looks on and notices there's a tinge of determination in XS3's eyes, coupled with anger. He knows that last week's actions were no small matter and he knows how badly he wants the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. XS3 continues on, showing a bit more emotion than the previous verses.

XS3: I will forge my place in this time
Contention is sharply refined
I will expose you and force your demise
To take control of what is truly mine
Changing my world so I can live
Changing my world so I can live

Always question authority, control my own destiny
Forcing change, breaking free
From the gears of the machine

Fox and Maximus soon start windmill headbanging in sync with the song's beat as Ken and Kenji simultaneously headbang. XS3 leads the band into the song's conclusion.

XS3: Changing my world so I can live
Execution powershift
Changing my world so I can live
Execution powershift
Powershift
Powershift
Powershifter

The song soon ends after and the fans are heard cheering wildly in the background, having respect for Demon Inc. at their thrashing best. XS3 does not take his eyes off of the camera as his bandmates begin to take their leave. XS3 makes title motions around his waist before taking his leave as well.

Fade.

[Kim Jong CP]

Title: The Garden of Dreams

Suddenly the screen flickers to life and the viewers are greeted to a bizarre sight. With a starless sky illuminated by the pale light moon, a view of a beautiful and decorative botanical garden comes into view. Surrounded by beautiful plant-life, the scene gives off a gentle serenity that could calm even the wildest of emotions. However, there is one object that stands in stark contrast to the beauty of the garden. Seated against the large iron fence that serves as the garden’s protector is the very individual that peace would want to be protected from. Seated with his head bowed, his wavy black hair covering his face, the unmistakable human form of The Scorpion comes into view.

As always, the young one’s mind in operating in complete overdrive. His thoughts are a bizarre mixture of varying levels of anger and sorrow, a perennial hybrid of human angst. He ponders many things, such as the meaning of existence, the best way in which to ensure that purity is restored to the innocent planet, and also how human beings allow themselves to be swayed by the eternal weaknesses known as emotions. As one dedicated to the idea of life without emotions, the dark figure is like a statute, a still-life existing in a world of perpetual motion.

He notes to himself that throughout the span of a human life, it is almost inevitable that at one time they will encounter the incomprehensible behavior called love. Unconditional devotion and unified hardship, the very foundation of human society as preached by the followers of a deceitful doctrine. Love is supposed to be the epitome of personal sacrifice, the act of forgoing personal pleasure for the sake of elevating the livelihood of another. Those drunk on this falsified nectar constantly preach of accepting those they love for who they are, regardless of any faults or an eccentric nature. Yet this same time, it is also a known fact that one inherently desires his partner to be pure, untainted by fellow humans or by other means which would not meet the human definition of purity. Human beings are the perennial hypocrites, as they espouse such doctrine yet refuse to follow it in practice.

It is becoming more apparent that true purity within the human psyche is impossible, therefore when one appears to meet the definition they are met with widespread admiration and praise. By at least coming close to the impossible, such beings are held in higher regard among society than their peers. However, what many fail to realize is that the human idea of purity is a false one, a preconceived notion of what is acceptable by those currently in power. True purity cannot be obtained, therefore those under the domination of sin compensate by creating a false vision of what purity is. This is a reason that human beings are so heavily indoctrinated in the ways of society from birth, for if left alone there is the possibility that they could see the illogicality of this definition and thus begin to question the generally accepted way.

For as with any human idea, it is based off human notions, which automatically disqualifies its perceived legitimacy. Every aspect of the human psyche is false and inherently evil, as the human spirit serves as nothing more than a nesting ground for the hideous foe known as sin. As such, any claims by the human psyche at purity are mere falsities exhibited by their sin-infected souls. True purity therefore must be found elsewhere, however this true purity is not available to those same humans, for it is only able to be seen by eyes illuminated by the holy light of the lord. Only with faith may the path to immortality be illuminated. As human beings have no true faith, they are blinded by the light instead of enhanced and therefore ultimately fail to achieve true purity, and thus true happiness.

It is ironic that the very qualifications one would have to love another cannot be obtained in the human world. People fail to realize the logical reasoning that their own personal definition is not necessarily the true definition. Therefore human beings in actuality do not herald true purity; they instead herald that which fits their own personal vision of what purity should be. As with all that is not ordained by the divine will, the goals achieved are goals manifested from a preconceived set of expectations that are easier and more realistic to obtain rather than the tough and trialing goals set by the holy will of god. As a result, there can never be true unconditional devotion to another among the human race, for their reasoning has already been destroyed by the illogicality of their own sinful natures.

True love and devotion may only be obtained through personal hardship and sacrifice in the name of the heavens above. It is only through god’s grace that the ideas of love and affection are granted unto the human soul; however these same humans disregard this generous gift and instead only worry about their own ideas of truth, completely ignoring the will of the very being that granted them these beloved concepts in the first place. Anything that even potentially involves hardship will automatically be eliminated due to the human race’s ignorant and arrogant belief of entitlement. One should not be surprised however, as the limits of human ignorance have truly proven themselves to be boundless, thus it should come as no surprise that they would continue to be ungrateful for the great gifts the seraphic radiance delivers unto them.

All of the ingrates ultimately face true justice in the end however, as when they are placed on the sacrificial altar of blood for their souls to be judged they will realize that only those of pure heart and soul may walk upon the hallowed soil of Eden resurrected. No matter what façade they choose, the all-knowing eyes of the almighty will uncover the truth. Thanks to their selfishness and foolish pride they have thrown away the key that would unlock eternal paradise. Instead they are thrust through the unlocked door that leads to the realm of oblivion. It matters not however, for I will continue to do battle in the lord’s name. Even if Eden would only be inhabited by the great Holy Father himself it would matter not as long as Mother Earth is saved. No mere mortal shall ever lay harm to this beautiful world again!

The trademark eyes slowly open and the normal breathing pattern resumes for the dark spirit. Interestingly however, the young one does not suffer from the normal physical and emotional strain associated with this intense exercise in focus. His meditation is more peaceful and less draining on this night, a sign that he is doing well in his endeavors to do the will of god. Yet he does not let this momentary rest affect his psyche, for he is all too aware of the tasks placed in front of him by his lord and savior. He knows that at any moment he may be called upon to re-enter the battlefield known as human society and continue to spread the word of the lord. It is due to this that he savors his current environment, as it allows him to be at ease and enjoy a brief span of peace, even if only for a fleeting moment.

He slowly breaks the still-life now as he rises from his seated position and slowly walks towards the iron fence on the opposite side of the garden. He notices the light green moss growing on the iron bars and in this sees a subliminal message. He knows that the gates of Eden are aged and moss-covered from extended lack of use. As such, the garden loses some of its beauty thanks to not being touched by the feet of the pure in so long. However he also realizes that once the will of the lord is done these same gates will become golden and pure once again under the great kingship of his lord and master. The beautiful flowers shall bloom once again and all will be as it once was. Truly the flowers of the garden represent the beauty of Eden, a fact that further instills him with a sense of duty and determination.

Armed with this knowledge, The Scorpion slowly continues on. Noting the fairly large size of the garden he continues to walk slowly and without purpose, savoring every precious second he has in this beautiful safe house. He comes upon a beautiful rosebush in full bloom, the full roses shining like stars under the pale moonlight. The dark one smiles slightly as he notes the color of the flowers currently blooming on the bush. With the roses white instead of normal red; the dark one slowly picks one and holds it to his face, although this time he knows that does not have to leave it as a calling card and may enjoy the splendor provided to him by nature. Careful to avoid the thorns on the stem, the one known as The Scorpion slowly gazes at the white rose in front of him, knowing full well that it is symbolic of his quest.

For the white rose is the embodiment of nature’s purity, the pristine and beautiful paleness that will emanate from an unscarred and resurrected planet. The beautiful pale white representing purity in its ultimate form while the gentle flower represents the soft and pristine beauty of nature itself. Such symbolism is common to him, for he knows that the enlightened mind must obtain messages from the lord in a variety of different manners. The dark one knows that what rests in his grasp is a symbol of Mother Earth herself, of what the entire world will resemble upon the resurrection of his beloved Eden. In his hands, he holds a window to the future. This serves only as a reminder of the importance of his task, for if the world will not blossom in purity it will instead decay into wretched blackness.

The relentless follower slowly raises the rose to his face and softly smells its pure scent while still holding the flower delicately so as to not break the stem or prick his open fingers on the thorns. As he does so the thoughts of Eden restored flood his mind yet again. He dreams of a world covered in pure beauty, of a world that expands from the grand throne upon which the lord above will reign as heavenly king. He dreams of a world without human beings and thus without human sin, the ultimate definition of paradise to his eyes. He dreams of a realm that would be unmolested by the presence of sin, therefore he desires nothing less than the complete eradication of the human race, for without hosts to occupy and feed upon the leech known as sin would most assuredly vanish.

Seemingly understanding that his time is drawing to a close, The Scorpion now makes his way to the iron gate that serves as the exit from the garden. He pushes down on the handle, but suddenly stops in his tracks. Seemingly realizing that normal minds cannot comprehend his symbolism, The Scorpion closes his eyes and calmly speaks.

The Scorpion: “As I stand solemn and silent here my lord, I am reminded that I truly am a prisoner within the confines of a human-led world. For are not the greatest minds often persecuted due to mere jealously and a preaching of that which goes against the generally accepted means? Was Galileo not persecuted when his legitimate scientific findings did not conform to the commonly accepted beliefs of the time? Did Martin Luther not face hatred and tyranny from the established church for pointing out logical and viable problems? Just as these men were ignored and hated, so to be the messenger of god. However, unlike these victims throughout history I will not stand down. Regardless of who is before me, all shall fall at the hands of a blood-stained seraphic blade. At the moment my opponent is one called Buddy Ghee, yet names are but a fleeting reminder of the arrogance of humanity. All are equal under the eyes of the lord; therefore it is not my place to be concerned with such trivialities as names. The one before me is simply one of many; another tombstone helping to populate the graveyard of sinners. May his dreams be of pleasure, for his reality shall be of pain. Suus fortuna ero certus per sanctus mos de Deus."

With this last message completed, The Scorpion slowly pushes the gate forward and departs the earthly paradise of the garden, marching forward back into the earthly hell known as human society…

[Kim Jong CP]

Shining Star by Earth Wind and Fire fills the arena, met with a smattering of boos. At the horn sting, Buddy bursts out from behind the ring. He rolls his arms and throws his fist into the air. As the first verse begins, he sprints down the isle, and slides under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and does his fist roll and raise again before jumping down to prepare for the match.

The lights in the arena go out and "The Human Stain" by Kamelot begins to play over the speakers. The darkness is cut off when two spotlights shine on the left portion of the stage, uniting at a specific point. With the lights shining, The Scorpion rises from the stage while kneeling in prayer as the song continues to play throughout the arena.

Once through the stage, The Scorpion opens his eyes and slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd. Once in the ring, he proceeds straight to a neutral corner and kneels once again, as if mentally preparing himself for what is ahead of him. After another quick prayer, he quickly throws off his trench coat and stares Buddy down.

The match begins with a staredown.

Scorpion: Vestri fortuna ero certus per sanctus mos de Deus.

Buddy: Vestri fourtu-tuna ero cer- Aw, fuck this!

Buddy throws a haymaker at Scorpion, staggering him. He pushes him into the corner and begins to rain fists on his face as the referee counts for them to break.

1...
2...
3...
4...

Buddy finally breaks away, but not before delivering a giant kick to the chest, bringing Scorpion down. He grabs his legs and pulls him to the middle for a pin.

1...

2...

Kickout, of course. He's not going to bring him down that easily. Buddy scrambles up the turnbuckle and delivers a huge moonsault to Scorpion, once again going for a pin.

1...

2...

3- Kickout. This one was much closer. Buddy jumps to his feet and stomps the ground. Buddy jumps up the turnbuckle again and tries for a shooting star press, only to have Scorpion bring his knees up. Buddy collapses in pain, groaning. Scorpion is quick to his feet and starts throwing fists at his downed opponent. He then picks him up for a belly-to-belly suplex. He brings him back to his feet and picks him up for a Lament of Innocence. Buddy seems motionless, so Scorpion goes for a pin.

1...

2...

It's reversed! Buddy grapevines his arm between Scorpion's legs and rolls him over for a schoolboy.

1...

2...

Kickout. They climb to their feet and lock up. It becomes a test of strength. Scorpion begins to catch the upper hand until Buddy delivers a staggering headbutt, dropping him to his knees. He jumps up and wraps his legs around Scorpion's head in a hurricanrana position, falling forward, bending him backwards, the only thing supporting him is his hands. Scorpion shouts in pain, until Buddy decides to release the hold. Scorpion is on his hands and knees.

Buddy laughs at him, and runs to the turnbuckle, climbing it. He plans to hit a Shining Star, which would put his opponent down for good. But as he stands, Scorpion sprints to the turn buckle and climbs it. They struggle against each other, trying to maintain balance, until Scorpion finally gets Buddy on the ringside of their platform. Buddy looks at him, mouthing the word "no," shaking his head. Scorpion hits The Revelation, putting Buddy down for good.

1...

2...

3...

Scorpion rises from his opponent's level, staring down at him. He climbs away from the ring and exits the ring, leaving Buddy writhing in pain.

[Kim Jong CP]

As we get ready to conclude tonight's show, a strong voice, particularly that of Chris Phenomenal's, cuts through the silence.

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

And the crowd groans before going into their usual booing for whenever Chris Phenomenal comes out. Surrounded by his entourage, CP is seen in street clothes with the ACW World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist. Chris looks down at his title and grins before setting off his pyro. Chris soon leads his entourage down the ramp and around ringside. Chris soon smirks before entering the ring, taking command of the four corners showing off his title. Chris soon sets down on the canvas and receives a mic, ready to speak his mind.

Chris Phenomenal: Earlier this evening, I came down here and I mopped the floor with Gary. I got him with one blow and ended quite possibly his career. I thought I was done for the night but then I realized, you the fans are the…

Boo’s emanate from the crowd again, Chris Phenomenal simply smiling.

Chris Phenomenal: You know, what fuck you all then. I decided, that I’m not going to let the show end with simply Buddy Ghee losing to the Scorpion, I’m going to give you all what you want to see and that’s a real fight. So Matthew Irvine, XS3 screw Madness, let’s go right here right now.

Chris stands waiting, ready to go but there is no sound, no appearance from XS3 despite the chants of the crowd as this draws a smile from Chris Phenomenal.

Chris Phenomenal: You see, XS3 isn’t going to come out and face me because he knows what’s going to happen. He knows, despite everything he has done in his career, he has no chance of beating me, he has no chance of walking away the ACW World Heavyweight Champion. That said however Mark, I’m going to give you a chance, you see I’m going to turn my back and let you come down to this ring. Don’t bother hiding the fact that you’re a coward because everyone already knows, so here you go, ready…

WHAM!

Before CP's entourage can even comprehend what has happened, CP has turned around into a Shadow Step from XS3, who gaze remains fixed on the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. This distraction proves costly as some members of CP's entourage have entered the ring. Two of them nail XS3 in the midsection with a boot and begins putting the boots to CP's opponent for Madness. Two more grab XS3 by the arms and begin pounding away at him, wanting to humiliate him even more. As the entourage tries to get in XS3's face, a disturbance is heard from the crowd. A man with a raised hoody and a chair in hand hops the guardrail, undetected by the entourage. The man hops onto the apron and manages to perch himself on the top rope carefully. As one of the entourage members pulls out a pair of brass knuckles, he turns around and spots the man a fraction of a second too late.

AY-YI-YI-YI-YI-YIIIIIII!

CRACK!

The brass knuckle wielder crumples to the canvas, having received a steel chair shot to the skull. CP continues to writhe in pain as the man begins fighting off the rest of CP's entourage with the chair in tow. XS3 makes it to his feet and sees the man scaring the rest of the entourage away from the ring. The man glances over at XS3, who grabs a mic from Phillip. XS3 goes over to CP and falls to his knees near CP.

XS3: Awww, what's the matter, Chris? Did I own you once again? Awww, I think I'm going to call for the waa-mbulance to carry you and your stooges' sorry asses out of this ring! You think I'm that dumb? You thought I was just going to lay down for you and walk away with my tail between my legs? You're dead wrong, Chris. I was smart. Whereas you went and found shallow nobodies, I came back and scooped up my old rival... and most importantly, one of my old friends...

XS3 slowly looks up as the man soon nods and throws up his hood. The man is seen as an African-American with long dreadlocks and a snarl on his face. The snarl soon becomes a bloodthirsty grin as the crowd soon recognizes the face and begin to mark out.

XS3: Chris Phenomenal... I'd like you to meet my old rival from KWA... “The Lone Wolf” Lobo Kerrang!

Lobo cracks his knuckles and smiles as XS3 looks on at the cheering fans then leans in closer.

XS3: And with him at my side... And with you in my targets... Madness will become the night where I walk away with my destiny fulfilled... And you will be left looking up into the lights for eons and eons, asking yourself the same damn thing...

“Was THAT unforgivable?”

And yes Chris... It was and still is.

As CP's entourage has already made it to the back, Lobo and XS3 meet in the center of the ring and share a quick bro hug before turning their attention to the KO'ed Chris Phenomenal. XS3 unhooks the title from around CP's waist and holds it above his head, signalling that while one era may be ending, another may be beginning. XS3 soon drapes the title across CP's waist and makes title motions around his waist. Lobo soon takes XS3's arm and raises it in the air, signalling that XS3 may become the new ACW World Champion. The two men soon exit the ring and begin walking backwards up the ramp. CP is seen slowly rising, holding his title close to him with a scowl on his face. Lobo and XS3 soon laugh it off and continue making their way up the back.

Fade out.

End of show.