Warfare, Monday August 9th

[Jason Freeman]

Why even try?

Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Ascendancy member, Ryan Cole.

Cole stands beside Kevin Anderson his head in his hands.

Cole: What did I do to deserve this.

Anderson: What do you mean?

Cole: Hawthorne must be madder at me than I thought.

Anderson: Hey.....

Cole: Oh shut up and waste time already like you always do.

Anderson: I’ll have you know I am a vital-

Cole: Kevin the ring stairs are more important than you. Now do your thing.

Anderson: uh... ok. Last week Jake Steele interrupted you and Ascendancy and-

Cole: Steele is a former World Champion making a return; he wanted to make an impact so people would recognise him. So he tried to pick a fight with the biggest thing in ACW. But I’ll give him credit he knows talent when he sees it.

Anderson: Well I never actually asked my question but... ok. Now you have had some serious issues with Theodore Wellington in past weeks as well as his hired help Ivan Boreanaz and-

Cole: And I have a tag match tonight.

Anderson: Ye-

Cole: Well finally we get an actually match between us so I get my opportunity to prove that Mr. Moneybags isn’t even in my league. It means that tonight I am going to shut up Wellington and show him that he has no right to be picking a fight with Ascendancy.

Anderson: Ok.......... Well.

Cole: Interviews over Kevin. I honestly can’t answer you inane questions anymore. I just can’t, my soul can’t handle it.

Anderson: Well I....

Cole: ANDERSON! I am leaving. Goodbye. This interview is over. If you ever want to talk to me then don’t come to me. Send a mic and a camera and it will be so, so much smoother than talking to you

Cole gives Anderson a massive goofy grin before sighing and rolling his eyes.

Anderson: Hang on now...

Cole: What is it?

Anderson: ....

Cole: If you have nothing to say then please let me go.

Anderson: One last thing.

Cole: Damn it.

Anderson: Do you really think that this tag match tonight will be, the end? I mean; you, Wellington, Campbell and Ivan have been brawling all over the place, do you honeslty think that a single tag match can end this?

Cole stares at Anderson in shock.

Cole: My god Kevin that was almost an insightful question,

Anderson: Thanks I-

Cole: Honestly? No i don't think tonight can end it. But tonight is an oppertunity to send a message, even if it doesnt end it.

Anderson: Thank you, Cole.

Cole: Anderson that interveiw was almost passable.

Anderson's face glows at the (small) praise.

Cole: Now get out of my way

Cole barges past a dissapointed Kevin Anderson as we

Fade

[Jason Freeman]

The Scorpion vs. Trace Birmingham (CP)

Coming into this match the betting money was on the heavy favourite The Scorpion, with few people giving Trace any chance to win. He seemed to use this for motivation however as when the match started, he was able to score an early takedown of The Scorpion, or at least appeared to before the large guy immediately shifted to a triangle choke from the bottom. Trace appeared to be caught off guard by it and only managed to escape by pulling his arm free just before he passed out. The hold took a lot out of him though as Scorpion took control of the match.

A big boot as he got to his feet lead to a two count, as did a Lament of Innocence. Everything appeared to be setting up for Scorpion, a victory in under a minute but Trace showed a little bit of cunning by rolling out of the ring, preventing Scorpion from even considering The Eliminator. Knowing the stipulation of the match, Trace took nearly the entire ten count before sliding in to the ring and getting to his feet. From there he tried to lock up with Scorpion. This wasn’t effective in the slightest however as the technical training of Scorpion was on clear display, effectively switching into a muay thai clinch and then scoring with a number of knee strikes and elbows inside, eventually dropping Trace flat onto his back. Another two count with the clock nearing two minutes and Trace appeared to be on his last legs.

Rolling to his feet, Scorpion knew that the time was now to finish the match, scoring with a toe kick to the sternum and doubling Trace over. Lifting him up, he waited for a half second before powering him down with The Eliminator and covering Trace for the three count at two minutes and thirty seven seconds.

Winner: The Scorpion.

[Jason Freeman]

The area is dark, quiet, with a sense of insecurity. The camera keeps moving when it shows some long, thin, gorgeous legs. The camera man moves the camera up the body slowly. It shows a set of gorgeous twins walking around this area looking for the man that brought them there. Finally, in the distance they see him. In the “Seedier Area” of the ACW island, they find him, The Criminal. The girls let out a shriek, and quickly move towards him.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ladies, you must be quite around these parts. A man, a strange man at that, stays here.

Trinity: Oh Criminal, this place gives me the creeps… Can we leave?

Brittany: I’m with her! Who in their right mind would want to stay in a creepy place like this.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow] It is a man of lost souls, a man of misfortune, hell probably a man of virginity.

Trinity: Have you ever seen this man.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I have on a few occasions. I met him when I first became a part of the ACW lifestyle. No one told me about this mad man. I stumbles upon him myself, just exploring this island.

Brittany: Mad Man??

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] It is said that this man kills his opponents to feed of them at a later time. Rumor has it that he keeps the bodies in this area, and buries them until feasting time.

Trinity: He sounds like a monster!

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Oh, he is!

The girls quickly grip on to the superstar and hold tight. Criminal just grins, and continues with his story.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow] He once became the Champion while I was here. No one was brave enough to become his next meal. Then Danny Mainer came out of the wood work, and challenged him. The man was furious, and quickly accepted the challenge.

Brittany: And what happened? Did he die?

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Almost, Danny took the championship from him, and ran for his life. Once this mad man gets angry there is no telling what he could do.

A voice is heard from the distance.

Voice: I thought I told you to stay out of here!

The girls scream and hide behind Criminal. Criminal rolls his eyes as the man approaches.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] You again.

Chris: I told you to stay out of my area.

Trinity: Should we run?

Brittany: He looks angry!

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ladies, Ladies, Ladies… This is the mad man I told you about. However, there is no need to run.

Trinity: But you said…

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I know what I said, and let’s not repeat it right now.

Chris: You didn’t answer my question! Why are you here?

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Why wouldn’t I be Chris? I love this line of work.

Chris: You don’t even wrestle anymore, and I told you never to show your face in the “Seedier Area” again!

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal: [/glow]Now, Chris if I listened to every person about what I am not suppose to do, or where I’m not suppose to go, or even what I’m suppose to win, I wouldn’t be anywhere in life. I would be just like you!

Chris: You are nothing like me!

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I am a former champion…like yourself… I have won many battles…like yourself… I am a superb athlete… well, truth be told that’s just me. However, Chris we both looked up to someone of great statue to guide us through the ACW lifestyle. The only difference is your guide is still here in the ACW.

Chris: You had no guide. Your pathetic to even be standing here.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I had a guide of greater statue than yours will or ever be. Thunder Kiss was a man that could take over the whole company in on shot…

Chris: I have defeated him, and it was so easy I could do it again.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Ladies, and here comes the monster.

The girls scream.

Chris: What you say…

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] It’s really none of your concern. Anyway, back to what we were talking about before you rudely interrupted me. You guide left you, Chris, He left you because you were just a dead weight. He knew that you weren’t going to get any better, or amount to anything here in ACW.

Chris: I was the World Champion, that is a great accomplishment.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] And you lost it, so is that an even greater accomplishment? You stand here in the “Seedier Area” and it makes it look like to wallow in your self pity. I know that coming back to the ACW island was your idea Chris.

Chris: It was Hawthorne’s idea.

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Yea, I understand, but we all know how “close” the two of you are. You told him that you were homesick, and then here we all come. Back to this degrading place, where the fans are always the same, and the scenery is always the same, HELL even the places where we can find that pathetic excuse for a superstar remains the same.

Chris: We can take this to the ring if you want!

[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] Chris, I don’t wrestle anymore. I just come along and make minor appearances, but one day, Chris, one day we will meet in the ring.

Criminal wraps his arms around the ladies and then walks away. Chris stands glaring in anger. The camera then fades.

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Warning
Credit: Jon Taylor and Jake Steele

The scene opens up with the ACW Entertainment Champion, Jon Taylor retiring to his locker room. The night has been a busy one already, however knowing the world of Jon Taylor and ACW as a whole, it is likely there are still many twists and turns in the night yet. True to form, unfortunately for Taylor as he enters he sees the very unwelcome sight of Jake Steele laying his bench, feet propped up against his locker. Steele turns to the furious Taylor with a grin on his face.

Jake Steele: Taylor Gang! Well if it ain't da' AC double entertainment champion. How you doin' on dis' beautiful night?

Steele grins from ear to ear, delighted to be an annoyance to the scowling Taylor.

Jon Taylor: Great as if my night couldn't get any worse, just what the hell do you think you're doing, Steele? I'm a Champion, you can't just stride in here like you own the place, just like you did last week! The only people who own the place are me and the rest Ascendancy.

Jake Steele: See dat's why I mess with you, Taylor. You a funny lil' character, thinkin' dat just cause you won some gold you a big shot. You think dat's somethin', wait till' you I accomplish what I did though, like win the World Title, you'll probably think you like...me, or somethin'.

Taylor's eyes narrow as he clenches his teeth. Steele is clearly getting under the skin of his former rival as he hops off of Taylor's bench,

Jon Taylor: Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before Steele - last week in fact! Now--

Jake Steele: ..And I find it kind of weird dat' you swear you run da' place and you and Ascendacy big bosses round dis' peace but I was lookin' at da' card and oh, damn...you not even on dat' are you bruh? Now tell me how you supposed to be da' 'Standard of Ego' when you can't even get a match tonight?

Taylor is growing tired of Steele's jokes already and seems to be less than impressed as Steele sits there smiling.

Jon Taylor: Enough Steele! I don't have time to be talking to you about rubbish, I may not have a match but unlike you I still have many commitments outside of the ring. Besides, I don't see you having a match either, smart ass - so shove it.

Jake Steele: Ha, you got me there bruh. I'll admit, I'm not on dat' bitch neither but there's a clear reason for dat'. See, I'm tryin' to make sure da' world is ready for my return to da' ring. And I have to make sure I'm in top shape, my body workin' right and like a fine oiled machine before I even think bout gracin' da' world with my abilities once again. You dig?

Jon Taylor: Argh, I don't give damn, Steele! Now, how about instead of babbling on about the return that no one gives a shit about, you tell me why the freakin' hell you're in MY locker room and not yours?

Steele waves his hands around in a gesture to calm down as Taylor continues to remain furious.

Jake Steele: Woah, Taylor Gang. Be easy man, you all hostile. You know what da' docs say, anger leads to stress. Stress leads to depression, and depression leads to an heart attack. Which leads to TJ becomin' Entertainment Champion again...it's like one painful ass math equation.

Jon Taylor: The only one standing here that's going to get attacked any time soon is you if you don't shut the hell up!

Jake Steele: Right. Maybe I should have thought twice before comin' at yo' angry ass with any type of guidance. You want some ice cream lil' Jonny?

As Taylor replies he grits his teeth with Steele clearly delighted at how easily he's grinding the gears of Taylor.

Jon Taylor: GOD DAMN IT JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT BEFORE I CHOKE IT OUT OF YOU!

Jake Steele: Aight fuck it. I'm here cause I got somethin' tell you, dat I'm sure you wanna hear. So listen it goes like dis'...

Jon Taylor: --Well it's about damn time. Spit it out.

Jake Steele: Now before I tell ya', I'm warnin' ya', ya' might wanna take a seat first. See, I ain't really thinkin' dat you gonna be any less angry after I tell ya' what I heard.

An impatient typically Steele's and is just determined to get to the bottom of why he has this distraction currently before him.

Jon Taylor: Whatever Steele, like I said before I-DO-NOT-CARE! Now, put us both out of our misery so you can get the hell out of my sight so I can finally relax for a bit.

Jake Steele: Oh, believe me...you gon' care. Anyway, I was walkin' down da hallways. Meetin' up with people, catchin' a few old faces and round da' way somethin' caught my eye.

Jon Taylor: Great, you heard something, well done Steele you're not deaf! Is that it?

This time it is Steele who is annoyed as an impatient Taylor cuts in as he takes a brief pause.

Jake Steele: Nigga if you don't shut da' hell up and let me finish. Goddamn, you talk more than most british niggas, buzz killington. I'm tryin' to tell you I overheard ya' girl, Daphne...

Jon Taylor: And?--

Jake Steele: Dat's da' exact reason why you never stick around, you too goddamn impatient. I'm tryin' to tell you a bedtime story and ya' ass still wide awake. Go to sleep nigga, shit...I heard ya' girl Daphne talkin' some boy, thought it was you. Guess it wasn't.

Jon Taylor: What's your point? She is allowed to talk to other people, after all there isn't much threat when you're as excellent as I am.

Oh, how corny, Taylor. Taylor grins as Steele remains serious.

Jake Steele: Turns out that your girl was with none other than da' guy you took dat' belt from at Hello Goodbye, TJ. Now I know we ain't cool at all but...

Jon Taylor: Haha, yeah right, Steele - thanks for the jokes but I'm really going to have to ask you to leave now, I have stuff to do.

Jake Steele: Look brah, I'm just sayin'. I know what it's like to have people around who ain't trusthworthy. People who claim they down for you, but only tryin' to steal yo' shine. Don't let no hoe knock you off ya' game, cause she can make you fall hard and never get ya' ass back up. And as much as I hate you, I ain't tryin' to see you lose dat' title cause of some bitch. Nah I'd rather take it from you myself.

Steele grins as he gets up to leave while Taylor begins to contemplate that Daphne could actually have been with TJ...but why?

Jon Taylor: You wish. Besides, how am I supposed to know you're just trying to get in my head, Steele?

Jake Steele: You don't...it's all up to you. But let's put it dis' way, you can either listen to Jake Steele, or don't and wish you did listen to Jake Steele. Choose wisely.

Steele exits the room having delivered a potentially devastating message to Taylor. For a while Taylor remains practically still, almost impossible to read. The only indication is the intensity building in his eyes. He knows that either way he has to get to the truth about whether Daphne was with TJ and for what reason. He shakes his head as he props his foot on the bench and looks into the mirror running his hands through his hair.

[Jason Freeman]

The Challenge
Dan White

The segment fades in, and we are greeted to Sgt. Pilko, the inaugural ACW Hardcore Champion. His appearance garners a mixture of cheers and jeers from the crowd, and he looks a tad smug as he stands with his belt over his shoulders, ready to be given an interview by Kevin “The Internet” Anderson.

Kevin: Hello ACW, I am here with the self-proclaimed Hardcore champion of ACW, Sgt. Pilko! Now Pilko, I have to ask – do you have any major plans for your championship? Ever since you debuted the belt two weeks ago at Hello Goodbye, you haven’t had to defend it once. Now I understand that you have pretty much written the rules for the title, but surely you must have some plans to make it more active?

Pilko smirks as he looks down his belt. It’s by no means an original belt, but it certainly looks like something that you’d want to fight for. Well, perhaps......

Sgt. Pilko: Kevin, this belt here is among my pride and joy. I have to admit, I think this belt looks pretty impressive. It symbolises what ACW is missing, and I fully intend to bring back the hardcore element back to this company. As for defending my belt, well Kevin you just caught me on my way out! You see, I was planning to defend my title right at this moment! I was about to make my way out there, and issue a challenge to anyone in the back.

Kevin: And you don’t mind who comes out to challenge you?

Sgt. Pilko: Not at all, my man! You see, I’ve braved hardcore matches more often than most, and I am more than prepared to take on anyone in that ring, at any given time. I mean I don’t want to defend my belt against people like Gary, do I? You don’t create legitimacy like that. Fighting people well below your belt isn’t something I’m interested in, not for one iota.

Kevin: If you could fight anyone on the roster, who would it be?

Sgt. Pilko: Well, as I said, I will take anybody on! I would love nothing more than for Mainer to walk through that curtain, because that would be the challenge that I need. I know that I could bring Mainer down and show that this belt is as valued as anything across his waist.

Kevin: That’s a pretty bold statement.

Sgt. Pilko: Well Kevin, I’m a tough guy. It could be Mainer, or Ridley, or anybody that walks through the curtains.

Kevin: Well, all I’ll say is good luck.

Pilko gives an army-style salute, which somewhat surprises Kevin, before he exits, stage right.

Fade out.

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: A New Plan: Part 1 (Credit: Freeman)

Some Time Earlier in the Show:

The segment fades in on a very worried looking Trace Birmingham...

Trace: Oh man, oh man, oh man…I’m in trouble, Greg. I’m dead! FINISHED GREG!

Greg: Calm down, and just relax…

Trace: HOW CAN HE DO THIS TO ME?!

Greg: You mean force a pro wrestler to wrestle a match?

Trace: YES!

Greg: Mhm?

Trace: I MEAN, NO NOT THAT! I MEAN…I WANT TO WRESTLE! I LOVE WRESTLING PEOPLE! BUT LIKE…I WAS THINKING I’D WRESTLE SOMEBODY EASIER LIKE I DUNNO…TJ…OR LIKE…DANNY MAINER.

The meaning of “easy” is apparently lost to Trace.

Greg: Those opponents are easy?

Trace: COMPARED TO THIS MANIAC GUY YEAH!

Greg: Now, now…I’m sure he’s not a maniac

Trace: This is all your fault because you hit him with your car and made him mad!

Greg: YOU hit him!

Trace: WHO CARES WHO HIT HIM IS THAT REALLY IMPORTANT, GREG? I HAVE THIS CRAZY RUSSIAN GUY WHO WANTS TO LIKE TEAR MY ARM OUT OF ITS BONE THING, AND I HAVE TO GET IN A RING WITH HIM! I’VE BEEN AVOIDING HIM FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT DO I DO?!

Greg: You could always no-show…

Trace: Then Ill get fired though! Maybe I can hit him with a steel chair! WHAM! Then he’ll be knocked out and I’ll be DQ’d and I’ll be done with him forever!

Greg: Until he comes for revenge…

Trace: DARN!

Trace thinks, trying to get some sort of answer

Trace: I need…I need a secret weapon!

Greg: Perhaps you could train in martial arts yourself?

Trace: …Hm…

Greg: And then maybe you could actually fight him.

Trace: No, that sounds too hard….

Greg: Well if you don’t want to lose an arm, maybe it’s worth it.

Trace: Maybe…maybe…

Greg: Maybe you can kill him.

Trace: …But won’t I get caught?

Greg: I was joking…

Trace: Oh…you sure? Because…like…

Greg: Let’s not murder anybody , Trace. I doubt you even could. You won’t even fight the guy, now you’ll kill him?

Trace: WAIT, IVE GOT IT! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO! I THOUGHT OF AN IDEA!

Greg: That’s a first.

Trace: FOLLOW ME GREG! OH WAIT...I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING REALLY QUICKLY FIRST! ALL PART OF THE PLAN!

30 Minutes Later

Greg does so, and a couple minutes later Trace is knocking on a door which opens. Greg stares at Trace wide-eyed, as the camera turns to show who opened the door.

Freeman: …

Fade.

[Jason Freeman]

The camera fades back to the ACW arena, and Sgt. Pilko is in the ring to a few cheers from the crowd, with the strains of “The Trooper” by Iron Maiden playing in the background. He has littered the ring with trash cans, tables, chairs, fire extinguishers and other hardcore match-related objects, before speaking into a microphone.

Sgt. Pilko: Alright, looks like I’m pretty set and ready to go! So this is a challenge to anyone in the back. Please, do not be a stranger! If you want to be involved in the first ever Hardcore title match, you come and get it!

He lowers the microphone and prepares for some music to hit. This doesn’t happen immediately, although as Pilko gets ready to speak again, he’s taken by surprise as “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n Roses hits the PA system, and Mr. Red walks out to jeers from the crowd. Microphone in hand, he remains on top of the ramp, as his music fades.

Mr. Red: You know Pilko, I’m not out here for a match but I figured I’d come out to tell you how much I think you’re wasting everybody’s time. I mean come on, does anyone really think that something as gimmicky as a hardcore title is going to get any legitimacy in ACW?

Boos from the crowd. Pilko raises his eyebrows as he responds.

Sgt. Pilko: Well you know, if you don’t like it, you can take it off me and do whatever you want to the title!

Mr. Red: Pilko, I’m not in here to fight for something that looks like you found it in a bin. I’m just sick and tired of seeing this pathetic thing paraded around on TV as though it’s the World title. Face it Pilko, your title is just a sad way of giving yourself the opportunity to call yourself a ‘champion’, and I use that term lightly.

Oooh, fighting talk. This certainly doesn’t go down well with Pilko, who responds in a more serious manner.

Sgt. Pilko: You know what, Red? I think you’re scared. You know that you can’t beat me for the belt, and if you felt like you could, you’d come down here and give me a match. I have a referee, I have everything here in this ring that you might possibly need for a match. So bring it, if you have the guts!

Fighting talk! Red shakes his head with disgust, smirking as he actually gives the challenge some thought. And perhaps to a few people’s surprise, he nods his head.

Mr. Red: Okay then, I accept. But only so I can prove to you what a worthless piece of crap that thing is.

There’s a cheer as he drops the microphone and begins to walk down the ramp, entering the ring. Game on!

The bell rings, and the crowd heat up for the first ever ACW Hardcore Title match. Pilko is over 100 lbs heavier than Red, so when he goes to grab his opponent, the three-time Entertainment champion shows his agility, being able to dart to one side. Red then starts to throw punches in an attempt to wear Pilko down, but Pilko is able to bide his time as he receives ultimately superficial attacks, before he throws Red to the ground. Red is back to his feet and he rushes at Pilko, but gets a Powerslam for his troubles. Pilko makes an early cover attempt, but Red is able to kick out comfortably before three. Pilko picks himself up and there’s a pop from the crowd as he grabs a kendo stick from one of the corners. Red slowly gets to his feet and is able to dart out the way of the kendo stick at the last moment. Pilko turns around to see a leaping dropkick. With the stick vertically parallel to his face, the kick connects with the stick, smacking him square in the face. The kendo stick snaps in two as Pilko stumbles back, clutching his eye and becoming temporarily blinded. This sparks Red into action as he grabs a nearby trashcan, placing it in front of Pilko before jumping up and DDTing him straight through. The trashcan crumpled under over 500 lbs of weight, and Red rolls his opponent over:

One...

Two...

Kickout by Pilko.

Red looks at the referee, but resigns himself to continuing the fight. After all, the opportunity to use weapons at will is always a welcome one. He looks around the ring and sets his heart on a table, and decides to set it up in the corner diagonally. Pilko is slowly beginning to stir, and he manages to pull himself up to his feet with the aid of the ropes. Red approaches him and knees him in the gut in an attempt to wear him down further. He then tries to whip the hoss, but Pilko is able to use his vast strength to reverse the whip. Red hits the ropes and Pilko is able to grab another Kendo stick and whack him in the gut as he returns. The impact is maximum and Red swiftly doubles over, prompting Pilko to lift him up and throw him to the ground in a thunderous Powerbomb Whip. The ring shakes and Pilko looks pretty confident, as he looks around the ring for some arsenal. He opts for a couple of steel chairs and sets them up next to each other, so they form a small platform. However he gets another idea before this, and grabs Red by the legs. He drags him towards the table in the corner and flips him into a Toss, with Red flying into table and crashing in an almighty heap, to cheers from the crowd. Pilko drags Red out of the corner and makes a cover, expecting to see the three count:

One...

Two...

Thr-kickout by Red!

Pilko is surprised by this, but older ACW fans will know that Red can be a tough cookie. So Pilko instead looks for other opportunities. He grabs Red by the head and lifts him up, but Red is able to throw a few kicks to the stomach, giving him an opportunity to take an advantage. As Pilko is temporarily invalid, Red takes the nearby fire extinguisher and sprays it in Pilko’s face, covering both the former tag champion and the ring with a white, creamy foam. With Pilko even more vulnerable, Red makes an attempt to win the match. He bounces off the ropes, and with all his might, leaps into Pilko with an outstretched lariat. It doesn’t ground Pilko but does enough to knock him back. Red attempts it again, bouncing off the ropes and launching himself at Pilko. However Pilko this time is more aware, and grabs Red by the throat. There’s a huge cheer as the CHOKESLAM looks nigh, along with the end of the match. Red looks in great danger as he’s lifted up, but has one final trick up his sleeve. He manages to lift himself up onto Pilko’s shoulders, flipping him into a headscissors takedown. Furthermore, he lands it with a DDT onto the steel chairs that Pilko had set up, resulting in a massive reversal! Red covers Pilko:

One...

Two...

Three!!

Philip: Here is your winner...and NEW ACW Hardcore Champion....Mr. Red!

There are jeers as Red rolls off his opponent, and picks himself up as Guns n Roses plays again. He looks a lot more grateful to receive the Hardcore title from the referee than when he first acknowledged the belt, and doesn’t seem to think quite so little of it anymore. He had to win the match in a fight that involved getting put through a table and succumbing to a Kendo stick, so it was by no means an easy match as he exits the ring, belt around his shoulder. Pilko is receiving help from the referee, but is not happy at all as he looks towards Red, who smirks as the camera fades out.

[Jason Freeman]

Lucky to be alive.

Ryan Cole charges into a room looking quickly in every direction.

Cole: Really?

Dominic Campbell steps into the room behind Cole with a curious look on his face.

Cole: I honestly thought they’d be here.

Campbell: In your locker room?

Cole: Well we do have match, I thought Money and Ivan would be here and then I’d bust in and it would be all dramatic.

Campbell: I’m not sure it works like that.

Cole: Aw, why not have a little fun Campbell. Tonight we get to beat little sense into Wellington’s head and show him the problems with daring to try and get in my way. Doesn’t he get it, I’m in Ascendancy rather than him for a reason and tonight I can shut him up.

Campbell: So you thought that...

Cole: Wellington would try and take us out before hand and honestly I’m disappointed, rich boy never struck me as the kind to miss an opportunity. Never mind though just means we get our chance to take them out.

Campbell: Well it’s just –

Suddenly the door swings open and Ivan Boreanaz explodes through the doorway attacking Dominic Campbell.

Cole: What took you so long!

Cole dives onto Boreanaz’s back attempting to choke out the big Serbian. With Cole choking the big man Campbell manages to begin fighting back landing some strikes to the midsection.

CRACK!

A sickening crack and Ryan Cole slips off of the back of Ivan and rolls around in pain

Wellington: What took me so long? Getting the right materials.

Wellington smacks Cole with another short from the steel chair he entered the room carrying, as Cole rolls away Wellington smiles and jabs Dominic Campbell in the ribs stopping his attack on Ivan dead. Campbell gasps for breath, Wellington sees this and quickly attacks with another shot to the ribs.

Campbell: S-s-s-on of a-

Campbell’s attempt at a insult through his staggered breath is cut off by a sick chair shot to the skull, he slumps to the group and gets pounded again and again with the chair. Ivan gets down and begins kneeing and striking at Campbell’s head. Between the chair shot and IVans attacks a trickle of blood starts flowing from just above Campbell’s right eye, Ivan takes note and beings focusing his attacks. Wellington finally relents on from his attacks with the chair and throws it to the ground. He walks up to Cole who is struggling to get to his feet and puts him back down to the ground with a strong right hand.

Wellington: See you in the ring Cole.

Wellington walks out of the room tapping Ivan on the back as he leaves. Ivan takes one last shot at Campbell before reluctantly leaving with Wellington.

Cole: C... Campbell.

Cole drags himself over to the bruised and bloody body of Dominic Campbell.

Cole: Wellington, you...

A flood of backstage workers and medics rush into the room and start attending to Campbell. Cole pushes off the ones that try to help him and pulls himself to his feet. He pulls up one of the medics by the collar and stares at him in eye.

Cole: You take care of him or I will do much worse to you.

Cole lets go of the medic and slowly walks out of the room arching his back in pain.

Cole: Wellington...

I’ll see you in the ring.


Fade

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: A new Plan: Part 2 (Credit: Freeman/Taylor/Senator)

The camera fades in to show the locker room of Ascendancy. Inside are five men, but not the four men one would usually associate with this room. Jason Freeman, Jon Taylor, and the Senator are all inside, but instead of Ryan Cole and Dominic Campbell we see Trace Birmingham, and his manager Greg. Trace seems to have just entered, and drops down to his knees clasping his hands together, practically begging.

Trace: I HAVE COME HERE TO JOIN YOUR STABLE-GROUP THINGY MR. FREEMAN SIR!

Freeman: …

Taylor: …

Sen: …

Trace: Um…I know what you’re thinking! You’re probably like…well, we don’t really need a fifth member…but like…first of all…um….hmm…well I didn’t really think of how to say all this stuff…that’s kinda Greg’s job…he’s my manager, ya know? But like…I dunno…

Greg: Did you prepare for this at all?

Trace: Well if by prepared you mean like…thought about it and like…thought about what to say then er…no…

Greg: That’s what prepared means!

Trace: Well it also could mean like making food or something!

Greg: …Is that relevant Trace?

Trace: Er…no…but…like…I prepared sorta. Like I said…I wanna join Ascendancy, and then I came here…so like, I sorta prepared.

Freeman: Excuse me for asking but…who are you?

Trace: Um…who am I? Who are YOU?!

Freeman: ...

Trace: …Um…that wasn’t like a stablebuddy joke or something?

Freeman: …No.

Trace scratches his head and thinks, trying to figure out how to approach this, but beginning to feel a little intimidated by the men staring him down. He is beginning to realize he is not exactly facing the nicest men in the locker-room. He decides to change the subject.

Trace: So…uh…where’s Ryan?

Freeman: Ryan?

Trace: I mean…Mr. Cole! That guy! Um…he’s not here, so I guess like…snooze you lose right? I think I should just take his spot by default!

Freeman: Once again…who are you?

Taylor: Hang on just a damn second, you're telling me you don't have a clue who this man is, Freeman?!

Freeman looks to Taylor in confusion, as does Trace (not used to being recognized.)

Taylor: No, it can't be true, please tell me you're taking piss! Why, it's one of the greatest and most celebrated professional wrestlers of our generation, Trace Birmingham!

Trace: 0_0…YOU KNOW MY NAME?

Taylor: Do I know your name he asks...DO I KNOW YOUR NAME, TRACE? OF COURSE I DO! WHY I DO BELIEVE I AM QUITE THE FAN OF TRACE BIRMINGHAM IF YOU DON'T MIND ME SAYING, SIR!

Senator: What is this….?

Taylor: Put a sock in it, old man - I'm talking! Why Trace, I think I may very well have just have seen every match you have participated in! I could even go as far to say I learnt a thing or two from them...YES I WILL! So hang on a moment, you're telling me that the greatest superstar to step into the squared circle wants to join us? You REALLY want to join Ascendancy, sir?

Trace: Well…yeah…you see there’s this Russian guy, Thiago…and he’s like after me…and I know you guys all defend each other and all that other cool stable stuff, so I thought HEY I’ll just join Ascendancy!

Taylor: Well, it seems like you have quite the sticky situation at the moment, Trace!

Trace: I know...

Taylor: Well I have to say it seems as though you would be exactly what we're looking for, Trace! Speed..Power...Agility...Technique - hell not to mention goods looks! You have it all, my friend! I would go as far to say it would an HONOUR to be in the same stable as you, Trace!

Trace beams as each of his “qualities” are read.

Trace: ^___^ And you know what else I’ve got?

Taylor: Do tell!

Trace: T-SHIRTS!

Trace Birmingham reaches into the bag behind him and pulls something out, holding up for all of the room to see.



Freeman: …

Senator: Of all the---

Taylor: Damn, would you look at that, guys! I have to say that has settled it for me - who the hell needs the kid, anyway? He couldn't win the title when he had the chance, but Trace Birmingham? That's the name of a BORN winner! I believe...no I INSIST that this man is given a place in our stable. This man can bring something to the stable that no other can, without a doubt!

Trace looks up wide-eyed at Freeman, as the decision apparently rests with him. Freeman, however, first is focused on the fact that Taylor named himself first on the list of Ascendency members. Freeman shakes that from his mind, however, and then looks at Trace. Of course his first impulse is to deny him…but then suddenly he thinks.

Trace is obviously eager for protection. He’d do anything perhaps. Somebody as pathetic as him could surely come in handy. Who knows what jobs he would be willing to do? And perhaps with the delicate situation with Mainer, some fodder could come in handy…What if---

Freeman: You know…now that I think about it. Perhaps…perhaps there is a job that you could do…

Trace: Really? I’d do anything! You’d protect me from Thiago though right?

Taylor: Without a shadow of a doubt, Trace!

Freeman: Yes…maybe I can help you. If you’d help me that is. You see, you’ve come at the perfect time.

Freeman’s eyes gleam, a plan forming already.

Freeman: In fact…why don’t we accept you right now…we just want you to do ONE little thing first…

Trace: Yup! Just ask me and I’ll do it!

Freeman: Well---

Senator: I’ve had it! This is enough tomfoolery. Listen Mr. Birmingham, you quite simply do not have the right stuff to cut it in this group. You must understand, these people have actual ambitions, and are dedicated to improving themselves in the ring. Even Jon Taylor, as much as I hate to admit it, is a real competitor! You, sir, do not belong in this collection of excellence, this pantheon of potential, this summit of sure champions! Thiago Gracie is a tough opponent, I should know, he once ambushed me with an armbar! But he is not some bogeyman striking from the dark, nor is he an invincible foe! You should look at him as a challenge to better yourself, rather than someone to hide from! Now, there are many fine gyms, dojos and camps which will help you seek your own potential, but until you take this game seriously, you have no place in this locker room!

Trace: Well…well…well…well…FINE I DIDN’T WANNA JOIN ANYWAYS. BUT I’M TAKING MY SHIRT BACK AND YOU CAN’T USE IT!

Trace glares and storms out of the room, closing the door, and now Freeman and Taylor turn on their heels to glare at Sen as well.

Freeman: We could have used him…

Senator: I know you guys were enjoying yourselves, but I could not in good conscience allow you two to continue to manipulate with that imbecile any longer. And really, I hope I am not the only one that takes this group seriously enough to not tarnish it with someone with such a lack of dedication and fortitude.

Freeman: Well, he may not have actually been a member…but think of what could have been done! Let’s say I promise Danny Mainer he can get a match against a member of Ascendancy. Oh wait, it’s Trance Armstrong! Or if I need somebody expendable to cause a distraction--

Before Freeman can finish however he is met by a familiar interruption.

Taylor: Screw that, Freeman! Both of you ruined it all - I was about to backhand that dumbass into tomorrow and you had go ahead and spoil it all Steve, with your old man ramblings like always! I hope you're happy with yourself old man - I was about to teach the little runt a lesson! Argh!

Freeman: Whatever, this wasn’t about fun, Taylor.

Taylor rolls his eyes.

Taylor: Whatever, Freeman. We can only hope that little Russian fucker he's hiding from tears his arm off as promised!

Maybe he will…Trace had better be careful, because his plan to get rid of Thiago had NOT worked, and In just less than three weeks he would be stepping into the ring with him! He's going to have to find a better plan

Fade.

[Jason Freeman]

(Save for TJ)

[Jason Freeman]

The scene opens up to show Ivan Boreanaz and Jeremy Alexander walking down what looks to be a fairly rough street. They clearly know exactly where they're going and step inside an otherwise deserted bakery.

"What can I get you?" the man cheerily asks.

"Are you the owner?"

"...I am," comes the hesitant reply.

"And you run this place in this shithole of a neighbourhood because...?"

"I just do."

The man is on ultra defensive now. He's also noticed the enormous size of Ivan who is standing over Jeremy's shoulder. This could end quite badly for him.

"And do you ever have any 'problems' with the scum from around here?"

"Not really. A couple of incidents with kids but that's about it."

"Kids. Nuisances and money drainers. Would you not prefer it if they...disappeared?"

"What are you suggesting?" the man says with a glare.

"Merely that the police cannot do everything. And quite frankly a place like this...they're just going to let it go to the wolves. It's merely a casualty as they pour resources into regions which hit the papers more."

"You think I don't know this?" is the slightly angry response. "Is that why you're here? A man in a suit and his muscle. Taking advantage of the fuzz being shit?"

"On the contrary. Well, actually, I guess we are here to take advantage of their incompetence. But not in the way you're suggesting. We're here to offer you the protection this place needs. We sort that out and you can be left to run your business."

The owner stares at Ivan and Jeremy before shaking his head angrily.

"No. We don't need that type of partnership. Kids are kids and they never cause huge amounts of damage. So now, go. Go!"

Calmly Jeremy slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a card with his number on. He puts it down as he leaves.

"For if you change your mind," Jeremy explains. "We're just a phone call away."

Fade out.

[Jason Freeman]

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Handicap match! Coming first to the ring, weighing at a combined weight of 440 lbs...The Capitalists!

”Money” by Pink Floyd hits and Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris receive a warm welcome from the crowd, which is rare for them but considering the man they’re fighting, it is expected. They haven’t been on TV too often lately, but they’re happy to be back in the ACW arena as they enter the ring, ready to right.

Philip: And their opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 248 lbs...”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

ANARCHY!!!!!!

Huge jeers as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and the Welshman Dan White walks through the curtain. He looks less animated than he normally does, walking down with a stern glare on his face as he prepares to fight in a match that he’s sure will send a message to Senator Steve Phillips. He enters the ring, but is sure to watch out for any Capitalist movement, as we get ready for action.

Bell rings.

A match we have seen twice before, albeit one with a lot of different motives kicks off, with Dan White in the ring against Anthony Kalb, the larger of the two Capitalists. They lock up, and White tosses the former Fallout champion towards the ropes, bringing him down with a couple of shots to the face. Kalb is quick to his feet, but Dan in typically heel fashion, evades to the corner. Kalb is forced to allow him to exit the ring, and Dan locks up again. He manages to get another couple of punches in, forcing Kalb into a corner. Dan then attempts an Irish Whip but it’s reversed, and he whacks the turnbuckle with some force, stumbling backwards and into a stiff lariat to the back. Kalb makes the tag to Fitsharris and the duo lift Dan up, planting him back to the ground with a Double Suplex. Fitsharris jumps off his opponent and lifts him up, showing tremendous strength to plant Dan with a Snap Suplex. He makes a cover, but Dan is able to kick out before the count of three. But it isn’t looking good for the Welshman, and he’s again on the backseat as Fitsharris prepares him into a seated position, before whacking him hard on the back with a stiff kick.

Dan screams out in pain, and that is music to the crowd’s ears. Fitsharris lifts him up again, but Dan shows that he has a bit of fight still in him despite the handicap. He throws a few punches, and manages to bring Fitsharris down with a Jumping Armbreaker, however is unable to lock in the Armbar as the Capitalist is able to quickly get to the ropes. Dan gets up off his opponent and allows him to get to his feet, before taking him back down to the ground with one of his trademark Neckbreakers. He attempts a cover, but Fitsharris is able to get a shoulder up before three. Dan looks disappointed, but lifts Fitsharris up, eager to finish this off as soon as he can. He looks to go for the Stunt Bomb, but Fitsharris elbows him in the neck, getting out of the hold. He then dropkicks Dan in the back, who flies straight into the referee, and weirdly it looks rather intentional as he takes a couple of extra steps, bundling into him with his arms raised. This doesn’t deter Fitsharris, who tags in Kalb. Taking advantage of the situation, he swiftly scoops Dan up into the Milton Friedman Driver! 1-2-3!!!

Or not, as there’s no referee. Instead, like clockwork, there’s a groan from the crowd as two familiar faces leap over the barricades, and The Royles head to the ring with steel chairs! Kalb is oblivious to this and receives a brutal shot to the face, and Fitsharris exits his corner in a vain attempt to rectify the situation, only to receive a blow to the back from McGroin, followed by a con-chair-to! Biggin then uses his chair as further damage to Kalb, landing a cruel leg drop to his back, before he rolls him onto his front, and drags Dan on top of him. They exit the ring as the referee begins to come to, and he counts 1-2-3, much to the despair of the crowd.

Philip: Here is your winner...”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

There are jeers as The Royles hoist their good friend Dan up to his feet. He looks slightly dazed but pleased with victory, even if this crowd aren’t. They know things that the referee doesn’t and they’re eager to let themselves heard. Dan though couldn’t care less, and he looks down on the Capitalists, smirking as he holds his arms aloft. He then hugs the Royles, and there’s signs that he must have known that they were part of a plan to help their friend. Fitsharris attempts to stir, but he’s quickly set upon by the Royles, who proceed to kick seven bells out of him in true thuggish style. Adding onto this, Dan joins in on the assault, looking in particular to take out Kalb

[Jason Freeman]

The Capitalists both try to stand back up, but are met with a ferocious series of stomps from the Royles and Dan White. McGroin picks Fitsharris off the mat, clubbing him in the back of the head with a forearm, before whipping him forward. Ivor Biggin, having set up properly, lunges forward just at the right time, flooring his opponent with a nasty leaping De Jong front kick to the chest, a move used by Dutchman Nigel De Jong in the World Cup Final.



For his part, Dan White rolls Kalb over, slapping on a vicious Fujiwara Armbar, trying to wrench his arm out of the socket. The Royles both pick up Fitsharris once again, when suddenly...

Senator Steve Phillips, notably sans cane, runs down to the ring, catching McGroin in the head with a Partisan Kick, and running the other two opponents off before any more damage can be done. Phillips immediately motions for a microphone as Kalb helps Fitsharris to his feet, albeit, without the use of his left arm.

The Senator: Dan White! You thought I was hurt, did you not? Well, judging by your reactions, I think it is now well past apparent that I am once again in fighting condition, and well able to ward off your pathetic, cowardly assaults! As such, I have a proposition to offer! One week before Seven Deadly Sins, we have the Capitalists and the Royles fight. This time, the stakes are high, as they do battle by proxy to determine who decides the match stipulations at the event!

On the outside of the ring, Dan White has a somewhat confused look on his face.

Senator: Using a bit of a Cold War analogy, we allow our teams to decide who picks the match rules at Seven Deadly Sins, I know you got dumped on your head, but I figure even you shall be able to understand that! Now, are you up for that challenge?

White merely nods his head, smirking as he formulates a plan in his twisted, somewhat groggy head, surely enjoying this latest turn of events.

Fade Out

(Credit to Senator)

[Jason Freeman]

Segment: Black & White
Credit: Jake Steele / Dan White

The scene opens up inside the locker room of one, Dan White. Looking focused as ever, new mindset intact he reads over an magazine which seems to be about money, actually one of the top magazines for the richest men. Forbes. As Dan scopes over the famous names, fast cars and fantastic lifestyles, he smiles loving everything about it. Though his silence is broken, as a knock is heard at the door.

Dan White: Oh man, fuck's sake. Can I not be able to read in peace? I'm coming!

Dan gets up off of his ass, and walks over towards the door. Not expecting much, maybe an interviewer or one of his connects, he opens the door with an blank expression. But when he turns the knob and opens up, and sees his brother, Jake Steele…his expression stays.

Dan White: Oh, it’s you. Come on in, pal.

Jake Steele: Well damn! Nice to see you too, brotha’. Dat’s cool, no love or nothin’ after I saved yo’ ass from AC Evans’ crazy ass a couple weeks back.

Dan White: First off, mate, you didn’t save me. I could have handle the tosser myself, but you happened to come out at the right time.

Jake Steele: Like I always do.

Dan White: No, usually you have shocking timing. I’m lucky you didn’t accidentally knee in my shit.

Jake Steele: Like I always do…

Dan face palms, forgetting that this man is his brother for a reason. He has just as fast as a tongue as Dan when it comes to conversations like this, and other things according to the ladies…but we’re not getting into that, this is a family show. Ahem.

Jake Steele: Anyway bro, I’m sayin. I’m back, better than ever and we need to get dis’ train rollin’ again. Finish off from where we started last time.

Dan White: Dude, we’re not bringing Thunder Train back. We're never bringing Train back. I'd rather do a lot of things than bring Train back.

Jake Steele: I never said dat’…I do miss dat’ big nigga though, where da’ fuck he been at?

Dan White: Probably at some buffet.

Jake Steele: Like he always do…

Dan White: Yeah, but what the hell are you talking about? Last time I checked, we were having wars with each other?

Jake Steele: Dat’s in da’ past man, we off dat. Now we movin’ onto higher planes, I think we should take da’ family name and do somethin’ dat all da’ people will love.

Dan White: Okay okay, let me stop you right there. It’s clear you still don’t watch when I’m on the tele. If you did, you would know I’ve turned over a new leaf. I’m not breaking my back, and bending over backwards to please these tits. I’m all about me, our paycheques are diminishing every week. And you may be bloody rich, me too actually, but I happen to love money, and I happen to love having a great lifestyle.

Jake Steele: Of course you do nigga, you my fuckin’ brotha!

Dan White: Why do you always remind me?

Jake Steele: Cause I like seein’ you look for da’ closest gun wit’ a box of bullets next to it.

Dan White: …

Jake Steele: Listen though, what I’m sayin’ is. Just like I told everybody else, I’ma tell you. I’ve turned over a new leaf myself. I’m not here to let power get da’ best of me anymore, I don’t care about how much our paychecks are. I don’t need da’ money, I’m doin’ dis’ cause I love it. I enjoy people chantin’ my name every week, every big show we have. Every time I walk out there, people scream and shout for me. You might not love it anymore, but I do.

Dan White: So…?

Jake Steele: What I’m sayin’ is, we can be on either side of da’ war. But I’m not beefin’ with my own family anymore, and I’m tellin’ you no matter what, I got ya’ back man. Blood still thicker than water.

Dan White: Ah, well thanks. I feel the same way truthfully. I just didn’t want to go to your locker room and sound all mushy and lovey dovey with my brother. But congratulations, you’ve done enough of that before the both of us.

Jake Steele just laughs at his extremely brash and cocky brother, knowing all of his bitching and jokes is out of love. Steele looks at his brother, extends his hand out to him, for the most important sign of respect. Dap. Dan White looks at his hand, and he shakes it…but Steele pulls it into an hug. You can instantly hear millions of “awwws” throughout the arena. Dan actually embraces it for whatever reason, before they pull away and Dan pats Steele on the back.

Jake Steele: You my nigga till’ it’s over, remember dat’.

Steele nods to Dan, and he begins to walk away, but Dan calls him back.

Dan White: Hey boyo…

Jake Steele: Yo?

Dan White: You’re my nigger too, mate.

Jake Steele: Dog…

Dan White: Did I say it wrong again?

Jake Steele: Yes…

Dan White: Oh bloody christ, fuck. Okay, you my nigga man.

Jake Steele: Better. Much better…fuck it, you tryin’ go for some drinks man?

Dan White: On you?

Jake Steele: We’ll split it down da’ middle, nigga.

Dan White: Oh what the hell, let me get my orange juice and we’ll be on our way.

Jake Steele: Orange juice? I mix my shit wit’ cranberry.

Dan White: It’s for the hangover I’m gonna have in the morning.

Jake Steele: Oh shit, knew dat’…I usually just drink some chocolate milk.

Dan White: Mate...

Jake Steele: Am I fuckin' up again?

Dan White: Yes...

Jake Steele: My bad...

Dan White: Christ, I’ve got to teach you a lot still. Screw it, come on mate, let’s get out of here.

And so that’s it, for once without any true hostility the brothers agree on something, and can say that together their stronger than they are apart. Dan White grabs his equipment, and Jake Steele gets his keys as they walk out of the arena, ending their night together. It’s been a long time, they’ve both needed time to catch up and tonight their gonna get it…the only way they know how, liquor and a good time. For tonight, everything is kosher…but how long will this truly stand the test of time? Only time, and a lot of ups and downs will tell this story’s end…all I’m saying is, stay tuned. You’re in for quite the bumpy ride.

Fade

[Jason Freeman]

Chris Phenomenal vs. Joseph Harpo

In his return to ACW, Joseph Harpo managed to snag a perfect opponent. One who’s not won a match since he took home the Falllen Heroes battle royal. That being said, with Scorpions incredible time of two and a half minutes, Chris Phenomenal needed to be as focused as ever on the task at hand. The start of the match reflected that with Chris tying up and throwing Joseph over his back with an ippon seionage and immediately pounced on him, trying to pound him into oblivion. He scored with ten good ones before the referee pushed him off, threatening him with disqualification. Chris feigned listening before pushing him aside and going after his opponent, trying to grab him but he snuck under the ropes.

Much the same as Trace earlier this evening, Harpo exhausted the ten count before sliding in, but drawing much fury of Chris Phenomenal quickly leapt back out and re-started the count. Looking at the clock and seeing a minute passed, Chris went after Harpo on the outside causing the liver bellied leftist to run away. He couldn’t keep away from Chris for long but used his cunning to find a different way to tick of a few seconds, hopping over the barrier and then just as Chris came over, leaping back and then sliding into the ring. An infuriated Chris followed him in, narrowly beating the count-out but Harpo began to put the boots to him, stomping him on the ground.

With two minutes gone, he was forced to back away as Chris turned and looked at the clock, shaking his head as he got to his feet. With less then twenty seconds to go though, Chris managed to potentially catch a break as there was a roar from the crowd as a fan had apparently jumped into the ring.

McNally: Eddie, what does this lunatic think he’s doing.

Edison: That’s no lunatic, that’s Frank Washington, former boss of Chris Phenomenal.

Chris doesn’t realize it’s Frank until it’s too late as he gets planted with a vicious diamond cutter, the Game Ender slamming Chris into the mat. Immediately the referee called for the bell, declaring Chris Phenomenal the winner by disqaulifcation at two minutes, thirty-one seconds and also the winner of the beat the clock challenge.

Winner: Chris Phenomenal.