Goodbye Game

[BK London]

Don't miss it, January 3rd 2011 - 4PM EST.

[BK London]

ACW Proudly Presents: Goodbye Game

Monday January 3rd 2010
Schedule Of Matches:

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Trace Birmingham vs. Thiago Gracie

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XS3 & The Drinkin Boyz vs. Edgemaster & Damage Inc

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Claude Batad vs. Mr. Red – ACW Entertainment Championship

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Buddy Ghee vs. Natalie Burrows – Tables Match

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Surion vs. Kross

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Jonny Spade vs. Gooey Garth - International Championship

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BK London vs. Mystery Opponent - Barbed Wire Massacre Match

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Jason Freeman defends the ACW Championship

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[BK London]

Dedicated to our angel: “Atomic” Alicia Kitsune

This show is dedicated to the person that I wish could be here right next to me figuring all this show mess out, and that's the first lady of ACW - hell, the matriarch of this long lasting e-fed, Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune.

Despite everything being founded by Gingerdude (who was at one time an actual person for those newer guys who never really knew), he stepped down from basically any power a few months into things and from there it was Alicia who really ran things. For years she posted shows twice a week, wrote a bulk of the matches, and made sure our fed ran smoothly and for that we respected and loved her.

Unfortunately, she disappeared from logging in, just as we were looking to revamp from top to bottom how ACW would operate and unfortunately I believe that was a major reason why things kept falling and we eventually stand here on our final show. But if it wasn't for Ms. Alicia and her support, ACW would never have lasted 6 and a half years, a landmark length for any fed.

So wherever she is, on behalf of ACW, I want to say thank you Hazel. Thank you and we love you. For one last time we come together as a family and our efforts are dedicated to you - for one final time.

[BK London]

Segment: The Three Big Bosses (Credit: BK London)

We have the massive fireworks display that we were promised from the few announcements over the web and it would appear that ACW is back in it's old fashion. The high definition, the fireworks, the massive structures - everything screams quality, something ACW may have been missing over the past year due to the change in management.

We pan through the high octane crowd, as they throw up their signs and continue to cheer for the show that has been entertaining them for the past 6 and a half years, ACW. They know this the the last event, but if they're gonna go out - they're gonna go out blowing the roof off the top of things.

There's not much more break before "Hawthorne's Theme" hits through the sound system and the crowd quickly changes their tune. The once positive crowd plunges into a state of hate as they boo the man who is fully responsible for ending things. Chairman Hawthorne strides down the long ramp towards the ring, where Phillip - one of the only remaining members of the roster who has been there through it all, sits down on the middle rope to make it easier for the boss to get into the ring. Hawthorne fails to commend Phillip, but he takes it in as just another day at the job.

Hawthorne walks to the center of the ring after recieving the microphone and awaits for both the music and the crowd to die down, but it doesn't appear that the crowd is willing to hear what he has to say. The violent boos fill up the arena, making it one of the biggest reactions we have seen in ACW to date. But instead of getting angry himself, Hawthorne simply stands there - and he waits, and waits...until he finally decides that he's going to have to break his silence eventually.

Samuel Hawthorne: Are you done yet? Are you done yet?

But the reaction keeps coming and coming, almost seemingly non-stop, and it brings a brief smile to the face of Hawthorne. We're not sure if he's breaking character or he's just generally amused by the barbaric reaction he is recieving, but the smile is definitely visible. He licks his lips once and brings the mic back to his mouth.

Samuel Hawthorne: So this is how we're gonna end it huh? We're gonna end it with all 40,000 of you booing me? Is this how we're going to do it?

This ignites the crowd even more, sparking more heat from the fans. Amazing.

Samuel Hawthorne: I've said this before, but I guess I'm going to have to say it again: In the words of a wise man, it wasn't my fault!

They're not buying it, more heat.

Samuel Hawthorne: I can't believe this. I give you guys a Fan-Appreciation show, I give you guys weekly television show, I pour my blood, my sweat, and my TEARS into this company and this is the appreciation I get back in return? You people are sick, you people are the worst...well guess what, you're gonna sit here and you're going to listen to ME, because I'm going to tell you how it really is!

The lights dim a bit around the arena, leaving a sole bright spotlight on Chairman Hawthorne and he smiles as the crowd disapproves.

Samuel Hawthorne: I came to the rescue of ACW when it was on the brink of failure this time last year. Ratings were at an all time low, attendance declining rapidly, and contracts were ending faster than you could count. So you know what? The Board of ACW reached out to ME! I was perfectly fine working behind the scenes in the entertianment world, but they reached out to me - and while my gut said "don't take this job", I decided to go for it for that risk. Hoping the risk would pay off big time and we'd be restored to it's former glory.I did the best I could with what we had, but in the end we diagnosed the problem of ACW as 'unsolvable'. It was in no way shape or form good for business to keep this ball rolling - so we didn't. We filed for bankruptcy, and rather than attempt to restore our funds - we decided to shut things down for good. We decided that ACW was a lost cause, and for a long LONG time it had been so.

This isn't much of reaction now, but you can see the emotion seething from the face of Samuel Hawthorne.

Samuel Hawthorne: Oh don't act like you don't know. YOU ALL were the main reason for this. Sure, you show up here now for our last show - but where were you when we needed you? Where were you in ACW's time of needs where we couldn't fill up an arena? Where were you when we switched timeslot after timeslot to compensate for low ratings? Where were you when we had merchandise to sell? Up until now, ACW was an afterthought to all of you - yet you now praise it once it's going out of business. Don't give me that crap! I may have sold ACW, but you ALL are the sell-outs! Each and every last one of you!

While Hawthorne may be telling the truth in his eyes, it's not exactly going over well with the sold out crowd here in the old ACW Arena. A "Hawthorne Is Poison" sign flies up on the titantron and the crowd erupts with cheers for the young boy holding it up.

Samuel Hawthorne: Oh you fickle fans. Just like babies all of you are. But you know which man pisses me off the most? You know which man I DETEST the most? It's a man that I have not met a single day in my LIFE - and that's Jonathan Gingerdude. That's right - JONATHAN GINGERDUDE. I get hit with the blunt of the hate for ending ACW, for closing things up, well he was the catalyst. When ACW needed HIM - he left. At the critical point where he could've saved ACW from collapsing from within, he left - nowhere to be found. And you know what? I invited him to this show - yet he declined. That's right - he DECLINED. He doesn't give a damn about you people, yet you people prefer him over me. Well you know what? I've managed to secure another guest tonight...a better guest. So I want all of you to welcome back, one of the former co-owners of ACW and the leader of OCW....Stephan RUSSO!

"Russo's Theme" sounds throughout the speakers, and it's almost as if the dead walks again as the former Chairman of ACW appears through the curtain with a huge smile on his face. That smile on his face doesn't reflect the same sentiments of the crowd, as he to comes out with the same reaction of his predecessor Samuel Hawthorne. Russo strides down to the ring, and enters before staring across at Samuel Hawthorne.

The two then smile at each other and embrace with a hearty hug, which doesn't sit well with the fans. The two share a hearty laugh and Hawthorne presents Russo with his own microphone.

Stephan Russo: Thank you Samuel, thank you. It's good to breathe back in the air of this arena - the fine fine AIR of competition. It smells good, it really does. Y'know Samuel, I have to agree with you about these fans - because these people were the same way when I was in power. So fickle, oh so fickle. And in the end, they can't decide what they want - WE decide what they want, these people fail to realize that. These people fail to realize that there was a reason that we are down here, in this ring, and they are up there - paying for tickets to see us! We know what we're doing, we're doing the best we can, and we know what's best for them. They're absolutely BABIES.

Massive heat.

Stephan Russo: Oh boo hoo! ACW is closing down? Pfft. Puh-leaze! You're lucky that BK London wasn't on his game 2 years ago or ACW would've been done WAAAY before now. Face it people, eventually - all things come to an end, and this is no different. Businesses close, and the world keeps spinnin' and ACW is absolutely no different - okay? *scoffs* Besides, there's not much left here in this moldy old dump - I mean have you seen who the champion is? It's Jason Freeman. JASON. FREEMAN. Come on, we're lucky this didn't happen any sooner.

Hawthorne can only nod and agree with him, mouthing the words - "He's gotta point, he's gotta point!"

Stephan Russo: So Samuel, forget these people. These are the last time you're gonna have to cater to their needs, because let me tell you - once you get out of wrestling, it's absolutely smooth sailing. I was in the wrestling game before ACW was even BORN, in fact - there'd be no ACW if it weren't for my company pioneering some of these washed up has-beens. But back to the point, once you get out of the wrestling game - it's smooth sailing. You know where the money is my friend? Hollywood. The bright lights, the night scene, instant stardom - THAT is where you belong?

Samuel Hawthorne: You think so?

Stephan Russo: I know so. Let me hook you up with a few people I talk to, and we'll get the ball rolling my friend - there's a space for you ANYTIME...

As the two seemingly new best friends continue to talk it up in the ring, on the Alphatron we cut back to the parking lot where we see the head lights of a limo pulling up, and the murmurs begin amongst the crowd of who this could be. Of course, in typical cliche fashion, the camera pans down to the door where it opens and foot steps out. Now looking up, we see the door slam and it's none other than the previous Chairman - Jonathan Gingerdude, just in time for the show.

A MAJOR pop as he appears to be followed out by his longtime assistant, Craig Lewis, who is currently on the cell phone. He talks a bit before now directing his attention to Gingerdude.

Craig Lewis: ...so I'm getting word that they're in the ring right now.

Jonathan Gingerdude: Perfect.

It appears as the two are making their way to the ring area, and the cameras cut back to the ring where Russo & Hawthorne are looking at each other a bit nervously. They're trying to quickly think of some course of action for when Gingerdude comes out, but it's too late - as "Gingerdude's Theme" hits and the arena actually blows it's lid for the former ACW Chairman.

Gingerdude appears on the stage, and he now makes his way down the long ramp to the bottom - where he simply stands there and looks at his two advesaries - one, Stephan Russo in which he has had a ton of history with, and the other - Samuel Hawthorne, who seems to have a lot of things to say behind his back.

He pulls off his sports blazer and hands it to Lewis, before he unbuttons his sleeves and begins to roll them up - and the feeling is that things are definitely about to break down here this evening. But Hawthorne tries to interject, to save himself the embarassment.

Samuel Hawthorne: Hey, hey hey hey! Come on man! You can't come in my company and look to try to pick fights with anyone! Remember, this is still MY ring, this is STILL my building and...

Without warning, Gingerdude slides into the ring and for the first time in history we see the three most powerful men in ACW history standing in the ring. Stephan Russo, the man behind GFWWE - which was essentially the catalyst of ACW, he made an attempt a few years back to put the company out of business from within, but failed in the end. Samuel Hawthorne, the man currently in control and who essentially has ran this great company out of business. He tried as hard as he can to manage things in the past year, but everything was just in too far down of a downward spiral to make any form of recovery. And finally, the former Chairman of 5 and a half years, Jonathan Gingerdude who essentially made the company the success it was and who's name has been slandered in the media by Hawthorne.

It's a monumental moment, only worthy of the final show of ACW, but this brief moment lasts only four seconds as Gingerdude advances towards Russo and gives him a huge hefty left. The southpaw Chairman knocks down the Portland, Maine native and goes to town on him with rights and lefts on the mat as the crowd goes crazy.

Hawthorne isn't quite as known to get rowdy in the ring as the other two, and he doesn't know what to do. Eventually, he knows he has to stop things and he jumps on Gingerdude and pulls him off the former OCW Chairman. This gets major heat from the crowd, but the Chairman isn't any pushover - since he used to wrestle back in the day.

Gingerdude pushes Hawthorne down to the mat, and now directs his attention to the Chairman - cornering him in the turnbuckle. The crowd can feel the bodily harm towards Samuel J. Hawthorne coming, but it's Russo who now breaks things up with a double axe handle from behind. Russo stomps away at Gingerdude before picking him up and tossing him into the ropes. However, Ginger comes off the ropes with considerable acceleration and blows through Russo with a clothesline that knocks him down and sends him out the ring. Massive cheers for Gingerdude, and he now sets his sights for Hawthorne again and once the Chairman realizes it he tries to dive over the top rope and out the ring.

He doesn't make it quite far, as Gingerdude manages to pull him back and lock him in a inverted facelock position. It's been quite a long time since he hit this move and he drills him into the mat with the Gingersnap (Last Rites) and Samuel is down for the count. Gingerdude picks himself back up on his knees and grabs the nearest mic while staring at the prone Chairman.

Jonathan Gingerdude: You destroyed my creation, you slandered my name, & you try to take credit for something you had NOTHING to do with. Hawthorne, you are the scummiest of the scum - and there's no way I can let you insult the fans, the livelihood of ACW for the past few years. Consider that last move, the exclamation point on the end of your career!

Gingerdude drops the microphone, and his theme hits - possibly for one more last time. Medics & officials race down to the ring to attend to both Hawthorne & Russo as Gingerdude steps out the ring and throws back on his sports coat handed to him by Craig Lewis.

The pair walk back up the ramp as more officials zoom past them to the ring, and the crowd is loving every seconds of this. He turns back once to look back at his victims and smiles. For once, it's Chairman Gingerdude who is coming out on the upside of things.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Back to the Gym
(Credit: Senator, Thiago)

As the show comes back from a brief break, a Tag Team of Gloriousness "No Smoke Wing" PSA fades out, halfway through. Instead, we get a bit of static and a disembodied voice.

***Hey, is that the button that puts the camera on us here? No, not***

***up, get off me you worthless ACW security guard, you can go***

***Yeah, that's better, all right!***

The camera fades in again, this time, in the ACW production booth, looking at none other than a motorcycle jacket wearing Biff Taylor, with Stan H. Johnston, Daniel Ness, El Froggy Mask and Dangerous Nicholas Alger behind him.

Biff: Yeah, thought I'd just crash your little party here tonight an' declare the state of the Biff Taylor union, brought a lil' bunch of my buds here tonight, an' we're gonna go back to my special Roadhouse later to party! Now y'all don't give a damn 'bout Biff an' his burgers on an ACW event, so I'll tell ya what ya folks should care about! See, I talked a bit to Hawthorne, Ginger, an' all them, and I heard they wanna make the Arena home to a circus, an' a reggae band! Nah. I told em off, but I ain't got the bucks to buy the Arena...but I did get my ol' gym back! So yeah, I renamed it after...me! An' that ain't the best part...

Suddenly, ACW security forces their way into the production booth, about ten men strong. The first one quickly gets lariat(ooooooo)ed right back out the door by Johnston, but soon the numbers are too many, and Biff and his boys are quickly escorted out, kicking and fighting all the while, while the sound is muted. Back to PSAville!

Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi: Hello ACW peoples, mayne Ali Ahmed Mehrmohammadi, and this Thiago Gracie!

Thiago Gracie: We're here to talk you about bad thing that people do stupidly.

Ali: Yes, we here to tell you to no smoke the wing! No do drug like coca cane, errol flynn, mess and beta me!

Thiago: Don't armbar your brain, ok? It not good for you, understand? I win jiu-jitsu match with armbar, not drugging!

Ali: Yes, peoples, drugging no good for you, or you not be seeing glory like Tag Team of Gloriousness! You lose bad in life like people who lose to Tag Team of Gloriousness lose!

Awkward silence ensures for the next fifteen seconds

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Important Announcement (Credit: Freeman)

The show having just begun, the arena is already buzzing. What surprises are in store tonight? What faces from the past shall be on screeen? And what matches have not been announced? As the camera flickers on, the crowd cheers before they even see a face! Unfortunately the face that greets them is not a face from the past, but one very much from the present. It is the face of the current world champion, Jason Freeman. The cheers quickly turn to boos, though as is usual it has no effect on the champion.

Freeman: As all know, tonight will be ACW's final night as an active company. As such, tonight will be my last world heavyweight championship defense. All I have heard from the crowd is buzzing about who shall be challenging for the belt, and though I have heard many interesting rumors, later in the night I shall be going to the ring to announce my opponent personally.

The crowd cheers - not for Freeman, but for the promise of having the main event announced. Freeman rolls his eyes at the reaction.

Freeman: I wouldn't get your hopes up, if I were you, for regardless of my match it is a fact that at the end of the night, I shall be walking out of this building still champion. Now, I suggest you attempt to enjoy this worthless little display of nostalgia while you can, because after the worthless trash from eras past have finished embarassing themselves, I will be showing you all what a current star can do. For I am a man at my prime, and whether you like it or not, I am and always will be at the top of this company.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: The Garth Hath Returned (Credit: GooeyGarth)

The camera pans across the inside of the parking bay of the arena and from the entrance a limousine pulls in. As it passes by the camera man it honks it's horn to alert the cameraman out of the way. As it stops with the other end in view, the door opens and someone's foot can be seen from under the door.

GooeyGarth lifts himself from the limo wearing expensive looking sunglasses and a refreshed look on his face. He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly as he slams the door behind him.

Gooey: Ahhhhh...Back again, back again. Holy damn and a half it is good to be back again. Looks like the ole' gal's just like I left her. With a bunch of guys I don't quite recognize inside her.

The window of the limo slowly rolls down and an important looking middle-aged man in a business suit pokes his head out of the window.

Random person 1: *Ahem* If it's alright with you, may I have my glasses back please?

Gooey: Oh, uh...right. Thanks for letting me put them on and thanks again for the ride. God knows I should stop being late so often so you saved my life. Here let me just uh...

GooeyGarth spits on the glasses and uses his shirt to polish the lenses. He hands them to the man, who makes an olympic effort to hold back the wrath of God on this queer man. He glares at Gooey, who waves back, as the window rolls back up and the limousine drives away.

Gooey: Step one. Make a new friend today. I feel like I can really turn myself around.

Gooey walks through the building to the backstage area, with a giant grin on his face. He looks at the various workers conversing with each other and trying to look busy. Gooey approaches two young men hanging around.

Gooey: Hey guys. What's happening? So, are you two excited?

Guy 1: Uhhh...hey. I mean..sure...I guess...

Gooey: Ah come on. Be more enthusiastic here. Now that I'm back in action, there is a bright future ahead of us here and this place.

Guy 2: What are you talking about? I'm about to lose my job and I have bills and loans to pay off...

Gooey: Well then. Maybe you two slackers should be getting back to work. Who knows. In the near future you might be running this place, eh? How's that trade off for losing your current job?
Eh? Alrighty, back to work busy bees.

Gooey backs off while giving an optimistic look and finger point to the two gentlemen before turning around. Not shortly after he is interrupted by Samuel Hawthorne.

Samuel: Gooey! Hey! Sorry to interrupt you but I just had to discuss something with you.

Gooey: Hey! Yeah, no problem, I'm sorry for assassinating your character right now.

Samuel: Excuse me?

Gooey: Oh nothing. What did you want to discuss?

Samuel: Let's walk. So, making the big return tonight eh, for one more match?

Gooey: Yup, exciting day today. Except now it's for the long run, not just one. I'm going all the way, baby!

Samuel looks a little confused but carries on.

Samuel: Okay...What are you going to do after tonight, then?

Gooey: Well I figure I got to get back in shape, if I'm going to keep up with everyone then I can't let myself physically get behind. Prison tip #1. Then I from there, it's all about reaching the top. Build myself a mountain of bodies to climb my way to that window of opportunity. Prison tip #2. And of course, stab any little bitch who tries to get in your way with a sharpened toothbrush, because the members of authority won't let you have anything else. Prison tip #4.

Samuel: What happened to number three?

Gooey stops for a moment and looks down as trying to fight back tears.

Gooey: I try not to remember number three.

Samuel puts his arm around Gooey and walks him along past the camera.

Samuel: Well, I'll tell you what. Let's say, I have an opportunity for you lined up for tonight. How does that sound?

Gooey: Sounds like my kind of evening...

As the two walk off in the distance Gooey looks at Samuel.

Gooey: By the way, who the fuck are you?

[BK London]

Segment: Welcome Back! (Credit: Freeman)

And what would one last ACW show be, without one last shot of the man who believes himself to be everybody’s favorite superstar…Trace Birmingham! The fact that this is ACW’s final show has spread a bit of depression to everybody, but Trace seems to be in the best of moods, a big smile on his face as he walks through the halls triumphantly with Greg.

Trace: Man Greg, I bet you sure missed me over this Christmas break! Do you know that that new cell phone number you gave me was wrong or something? I dunno man, you must’ve written it wrong or something because I could never get through to you! I tried like every day…you know…in case like, maybe your phone wasn’t on yet or something but it never worked! Man, I couldn’t even come over to hang out on Christmas! I can’t imagine what the past two months have been like for you without me!

Greg’s eyes sparkle for a second as he remembers those two months of complete peace, and yet his heart longs for their return.

Greg: Oh, don’t even get me started…

Trace: Man, that’s what I LOVE about ACW. I mean no other company gives you vacation time like that! Can you believe it…two months for Christmas?! That’s like…giving….um….er…

Greg doesn’t wait for Trace to think up a proper analogy.

Greg: Wait…vacation time?

Trace: Er…yeah! That’s what you call it right?

Greg: Um…did you not get the memo Trace?

Trace: But you know what? They never even TOLD me the vacation time was started…I only found out when I showed up to the arena and nobody was there!

Greg: Weren’t you on strike or something? Something to do with the Entertainment Title?

Trace: Er…something like that! Then I showed up and nobody was there! I thought they were all hiding or something, like to trick me, so I walked around for a couple hours…

Greg: …hours?

Trace: Yeah, because I had to check all over but they weren’t…and I thought maybe it was a surprise party but it wasn’t my birthday or anything…

Greg: Are you a moron?!

Trace: NO, GREG! LET ME FINISH! I know what you’re thinking…

Greg: Do you now?

Trace: YEAH! IT COULD HAVE BEEN BUDDY GHEE’S BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING! WHO SAID THE PARTY WAS FOR ME?! But Ha, Greg, shows how much YOU know because I DID think of that! But still…nobody showed up so I went home.

Greg: …

Trace: …

Greg: …

Trace: ? ? ?

Greg: …One more night…one more night…

Trace: What?!

Greg: Nothing…

Trace shrugs it off

Trace: …Whatever! Anyways, then I found out on TV there was a show today or something, so we’re back in business! And do you know what my New Year’s Solution was?

Greg: Resolution…

Trace: Yeah, that. It was to CONQUER ACW AND BECOME THE NEW ACW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!

Greg: …

Trace: …

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Trace: …

Greg: …Er…Trace?

Trace: …Yeah?

Greg: You DO know about tonight, right?

Trace: Know about tonight?

Greg: You know…what’s special about tonight?

Trace: YEAH! OUR REUNION!!!

Greg: …No.

Trace: MY RETURN TO ACW!!!

Greg: …No.

Trace: Um…I dunno?

Greg: This is the final ACW show.

Trace: ….

Greg: …

Trace: …

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Trace: …

Greg: MUST EVERYTHING TURN INTO AN AWKWARD SILENCE WITH Y---

Trace: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Trace jumps into the air in shock and then grabs Greg by the shoulders and shakes him.

Trace: ITCANTBETHELASTSHOWWHATAREYOUTALKINGABOUTHOWCANYOUSAYTHATI---

Greg: Would you get your hands off of me?!

Trace lets go and his hands seem to shake loosely

Trace: But…but…I….I…I haven’t….NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Greg: Trace, calm down, it’s

Trace: BUT MY CAREER, GREG. WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE! I CAN’T BE AN OUT OF WORK WRESTLER. LIVING IN CARS. EATING OUT OF GARBAGE CANS. TRAINING IN RAT-INFESTED GYMS.

Greg: First of all, your father left you way too much money upon his death for you to be living in your car, and second of all---

Trace: IM GOING TO END UP MAKING MY WAY THROUGH LOCAL SHOWS TRYING TO RELIVE THE GLORY DAYS, BECOMING A SHELL OF WHAT I WAS JUST TRYING TO RECAPTURE THE FAME I ONCE POSESSED! THIS CAN’T HAPPEN GREG. I HAVEN’T BECOME ACW CHAMPION YET! I DIDN’T WIN THE FALLEN HEROES BATTLE ROYAL YET! I’M NOT EMPEROR OF THE RING YET!

Greg: Trace, why don’t you---

Trace: I HAVEN’T EVEN WON A MATCH YET

Greg: Trace, I---

Trace: THE CRATES OF T-SHIRTS…I NEED TO SELL THEM! THEY’LL BE WORTHLESS WHEN THIS COMPANY GOES DOWN. ALL THE TRACE BIRMINGHAM MERCHANDISE I MADE!!!!!

Greg: Trace---

Trace: OUR FRIENDSHIP!!!!

Greg: TRACE, LISTEN!!!

Shellshocked, Trace waits.

Greg: I…wait…first of all, WHAT FRIENDSHIP?!

Trace: You know…how we’re best friends and…you know, like…

Greg: …I…ugh…never mind. Just listen. Tonight you have a match, you can have a chance to get your first win! Wouldn’t that be great? Going out on top?

Greg doesn’t care much whether Trace is upset, but if he calms him down then he doesn’t have to listen to him…so there are benefits.

Trace: Um….yeah…yeah! That would be great! Wouldn’t it?! THE ULTIMATE UNDERDOG TRACE BIRMINGHAM, WINS HIS FINAL MATCH! It’d be a success story….

Greg: Yes, yes, sure.

Trace: AND THEN…And then…GREG! GREG! GREG! GREG! GR---

Greg: WHAT?!

Trace: IVE GOT A BRAINSTORM! OH MAN! And then…I can sell the MOVIE RIGHTS. There’s my money. There’s my recognition! I’d play myself! Boom, wrestler to movie star. IT’S THE LAST CHANCE TO SALVAGE MY CAREER!

Greg: Trace…aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?

Trace: Erm…well…I guess I could try mixed martial arts if you think that’d work better….

Greg: …Not my point. Anyways, look, let’s just worry about tonight. Your final match.

Trace: HA! YEAH! And who’s the loser Im taking on?! I can’t wait to destroy them. CMON WHO IS IT?! A returning guy? ENGLAND LAD?! THE LIBERTINES?! BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU I’ll---

Greg: It’s Thiago.

Trace: …

Greg: I’m not doing this again, Trace, if you won’t speak I’ll just leave.

Trace: Th-th-th-th-Thiago?!

Greg: Yes, Thiago.

Trace: Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-

Greg: Yes. Thiago Gracie. You know? The ‘armbar’ guy?

Trace: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And with that Trace bolts, running as fast as he can down the hallway.

Greg ponders for a second. Does he follow him? Or just walk the other way…It’s a hard decision. Greg sighs and walks in the direction Trace had gone running.

[BK London]

Segment: This is the End (Credit: ?)

* It's clearly a somber moment tonight in the ACW arena as everyone works their best for this one last hurrah. Despite everything running per usual a slight loss of joy and life is missing and it can be seen in everyone's faces, movements, and hearts. The camera pans through the hallway for a few seconds giving the fans a glimpse but then settles on two employees that have always been around but barely if ever seen....

John: I can't believe this is finally ending.

Aaron: Yea, I know. I remember when we both started here.

John: It's been a long and crazy time. Remember when we saw Ridley face Atomic Kitsune or what about BK London vs. TNT?

Aaron: That was awesome but I remember watching Yoko stuff that tampon down BK London's throat!

John: Ahh that's sick. You've got a problem!

* The two pause for a brief moment as they privately think back to other cherished ACW memories. Some good, some bad, some shocking. They walk down the hallway and turn the corner only to stop. Each look towards one another in a bit of puzzlement.

John: I thought you said you cleaned up this area?

Aaron: I did, I did.

John: Then why are there a bunch of beer bottles all over it?

Aaron: I don't know. It's probably from the wrestlers having some last minute party.

John: Well, whatever happened just get a bag and clean it up. I'll go check in the other rooms to make sure everything is good.

* Aaron shrugs his shoulders as he leaves to grab a bag. John looks back at the bottles and can only shake his head. He can't help but think that if one person drank all of this then it would be too much to handle.... especially on a night like this. *

[BK London]

Segment: Desperate Measures (Credit: Freeman)

Trace: I’m going to do it Greg…I’m gonna

Greg: Trace, this is stupid.

Trace: YOU’RE STUPID!!!!!!!!

Greg: Trace…come on…let’s not do this. How about you just calm down.

Trace: NO, GREG. MY LIFE IS OVER. AND I’M GOING OFF ON MY OWN TERMS.

The camera zooms off to show Trace and Greg on the ACW roof. Trace apparently seems ready to jump (Though he does not stand on the edge, but a good five feet away from it.)

Greg: Come on, Trace, you’re not actually going to do this. We both know it. Why then, must we bother going through this?

Trace: BECAUSE, GREG. HE’S GOING TO KILL ME IN THERE. THIAGO IS GOING TO SNAP MY ARM OFF AND EAT IT OR SOMETHING…IF IM GOING TO DIE….I WANT TO BE THE ONE TO DO IT! NOBODY KILLS TRACE BIRMINGHAM EXCEPT FOR TRACE BIRMINGHAM!

Greg: Trace, we both know you aren’t jumping.

Trace: NO, GREG! IT’S THE END!

Greg rolls his eyes. He figures that he had better do something, just in case.

Greg: Trace, come on, aren’t you the best wrestler in ACW history?

Trace: BUT THIAGO HATES ME EVER SINCE YOU RAN HIM OVER OR SOMETHING!!

Greg: Trace, are you sure that was me? It sounds more like you…

Trace: It was all your fault…AND NOW I GOTTA PAY. But like…IM NOT GONNA!

Greg: But how do you know you can’t beat him?

Trace: Well…I…you know…

Greg: Is the great Trace Birmingham afraid of an opponent?

Trace: Well…no…but…yeah…kinda….

Greg: I thought you were the greatest pro wrestler in the world or something?

Trace: Well…I am…

Greg: And the greatest pro wrestler in the world can beat anybody right?

Trace: Well….I guess…

Greg: And anyways, how do you know he can’t beat you? Have you ever faced him before?

Trace: Er…I can’t remember…

Greg: Maybe he’s the one that’s afraid, right?

Trace: Yeah..I…I BET HE IS GREG!!!

Greg: And maybe this is your chance to show the fans who the better man is.

Trace: YEAH! YOU’RE RIGHT. I’LL SHOW THEM WHO THE BETTER MAN IS!

Greg: So what do you say?

Trace: WHAT DO I SAY?!?!!?

A big pause

Trace: I SAY I’M GOING TO GO DOWN THERE AND I’LL SHOW THAT THIAGO GUY WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO ARMBAR THE GREATEST WRESTLER IN ACW HISTORY, TRACE BIRMINGHAM! AND YOU KNOW WHAT GREG? AFTER THAT?! I MAY JUST GO DOWN IN HISTORY! I’M GOING TO EMBARRASS THIAGO TONIGHT!

Greg: Right…

Trace: IM GOING TO MAKE HIM CRY, GREG. HE CAN’T TOUCH ME! NOBODY CAN TOUCH ME! I’M TRACE BIRMINGHAM!!!

Greg: Er….yeah….

Trace: THE GREATEST PRO WRESTLER EVER!!!

Greg: Yeah, right, so…come on…your match is on next.

Trace: HA! I can’t be beaten, Greg!

Greg: Er…right.

Trace: I CAN’T BE HURT, GREG!

Greg: Yeah.

Trace: IM INVULNERCIBLE!

Greg: Yeah, Trace, how about you save the energy for the match. Let’s go.

And the camera fades off as a now confident Trace goes to meet his opponent.

[BK London]

Segment: Another Post-Epilogue Again (Credit: Hunter)

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him. Also, heroine is DOPE. - Antonin Artaud

Hunter comes out. People cheer. He smiles.

Hunter: Hey guys! I'm a part of this show! This character arc can literally not end in any other way but me appearing and leaving.

Hunter leaves with CANDY.

Fade Out

End of Show

[BK London]

Match 1: Thiago Gracie vs Trace Birmingham (Credit: REEEMAN)

It’s time for surprisingly, one of the matches that has been longest in the making. Trace Birmingham vs Thiago Gracie. The rivalry between the two has been a long one, and perhaps a stupid one, but now it shall settle itself in the ring! As samba music hits the speakers the opening contest is ready to begin, as Thiago Gracie makes his way down the ramp, ready to lock in an armbar on his opponent tonight.

Phillip: Entering the ring first…Thiago Gracie!!!

The crowd cheers one half of the Tag Team of Gloriousness, who has made himself into a bit of a crowd favorite with his antics. And then comes the music of none other than Trace Birmingham, and as he comes out onto the stage, it is obvious that his pep talk on the roof has readied him for this contest, and he apparently has decided that not only does the crowd deserve to see him wrestle, but hear him as well, as he has a microphone on a headset as he walks out onto the stage.

Trace: IT’S TIME TO EMBARRASS THIS THIAGO DUDE!!!

Phillip: And his opponent…Trance Armstrong!

Trace: Aw cmon…he still can’t get it right?!

As Trace makes his way to the ring….Thiago does not remove his eyes from Trace’s forehead. The rivalry between the two has been immense, and it is time to settle things.

As the bell rings, Trace gets into a fighting stance, remaining in motion at all times shifting from foot to foot. Thiago merely stares at him in confusion, as Trace now begins slapping himself in the face, getting him psyched up, though he appears to be slapping a bit too hard since he winces in pain with each slap. He approaches Thiago, but then suddenly bounces back, duking and moving though Thiago merely stands.

Trace: Cmon Thiago? What’s that? Scared? YOU SHOULD BE! BECAUSE YOU’RE FACING THE BEST ACW WRESTLER GUY EVER AND YOU KNOW IT!

Trace now begins to hop in a circle around Thiago, Thiago not even bothering to turn his head. Trace then stands in front of him, puts his arms into muscles, and gives his scariest glare to Thiago.

Trace: See that, Greg?! I’m psyching him out! LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT TRACE BIRMINGHAM IS GOING TO EMBARRASS THIAGO TONIGHT, AND EVERYBODY CAN SEE HE’S SCARED!

The posing continues and finally Trace seems ready to fight, he comes forward out of nowhere and hits shot after shot on Thiago! He begins punching faster, and faster, and faster, his offense surprising with this amazing flurry! The crowd can’t help but be impressed at the greatest display of ability he has shown thus far! Obviously his psyching himself helped him out, and suddenly he draws back with one huge right, and shoots it forward getting Thiago right in the head!!!! Trace turns around and poses to the crowd, jumping up and down!

Trace: THAT’S RIGHT! GOT HIM! IT’S OVER! 1…2…3! I DID IT! TRACE BIRMINGHAM IS THE GREATEST WR-AGHHHH

It is that moment that Trace turns and sees that Thiago has not even been knocked down by the shots, and in fact is barely stunned. And suddenly all of Trace’s bravado is zapped from him. He begins backing up a little, the constant motion slowing, his fighting stance gone. And suddenly he realizes that maybe he was a bit overzealous.

Trace: Um…um…er…I….look…I didn’t wanna---

And Thiago grabs him and in a flash the armbar is locked in!

Trace: GWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

And in less than a second Trace taps out instantly!!!

Phillip: Here is your winner by submission…Thiago Gracie!

---


And as Trace lies on the floor nursing his damaged arm, Thiago bends down and says into the microphone…

Thiago: You weak man. You nothing to arm bar!

And as Thiago raises his hands he gets a loud ovation as Trace rolls out of the apron onto the floor, once again remaining unvictorious here tonight.

[BK London]

"The Final Hurrah?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

So it's come down to this. ACW's final show. It's with a heavy heart that these hallowed halls be closed. Despite it being a somber situation, one must look back and reflect on what made it popular. The night Latino became the World Champion, Yoko Satoshi's undefeated streak, BK eating a bloody tampon, Torak wreaking havoc, Thunderkiss Idol, Senator winning the World Championship, Rattlesnake becoming the International Champion, Hunter dying and coming back from the dead only to eventually leave and no one noticing. The list goes on. But one thing was never truly resolved. One thing never ended. So what did happen with Rattlesnake and Cobra? Last we heard, they were both training for the chance to become the World Champion and then poof...gone. Never to be seen again...until now.

Rattlesnake: So here it is. The final time in which we'll all set foot here. Kinda sucks. But as the cliché goes...all good things must come to an end. For ACW, that end is tonight. I've made a name for myself here. Whether it be as a former International Champion, an Emperor of the Ring, a Tag Team Champion, or just being the Sultan of Swerve. Every move I made was properly calculated and planned out well in advance. Nobody ever saw any of that coming. But I kept doing it. Was it for the attention? Was it for the reaction? What was it truly for?

Rattlesnake sighs. Not even he knew after all this time. He was already well-known before he did anything. For all he knew, it was just for the cheap thrill, the feeling it gave him to know that something he planned out happened without a problem. Of course, every swerve he pulled off made him look like the bad guy.

Rattlesnake: My only regret is never having won the big one here. It goes down in the books that I would never see the ACW World Championship. Normally I wouldn't accept that fact. It would eat me alive. But for some reason, it doesn't bother me. Almost everywhere I've gone, I've been a World Champion. To be humbled like this...it's actually refreshing. I can stand here and say, without a doubt in my mind, that I truly wasn't the best here. Quite frankly, I wasn't even close.

Cobra: Oh you make me sick. Why don't you get over this? After all the training we did, you couldn't even get the title I wanted us to have. Pathetic!

Rattlesnake: Now look here. I'm not going to let you try and dictate what you think should have happened. I won't let you try and ruin this for me.

Cobra: Only a man can stand here and know he was better than everyone else. I can't even call you a man.

Rattlesnake: You're wrong! Only a man can accept his limitations. To try and go beyond that is disastrous. You of all people should know that. You tried to take over several times. While you did succeed, you eventually lost your grasp and faded into obscurity. So tell me, Cobra, what makes you think I'm pathetic?

Rattlesnake gets spun around. He stands face to face with someone.

Cobra: Because unlike you, I have no limitations. I can do as I please. As proof, you'll be fighting my friend here tonight.

Rattlesnake managed to catch a glimpse of the person's face. His face turns pale.

Rattlesnake: Impossible. How can it...how can it be? There's no way this is happening.

Cobra: Oh Snake...it is possible. It is.

The person retreats to the shadows and Rattlesnake puts his hands over his face, left in disbelief at what he's seen. What could possibly do this to him? Read on and you will see.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 1: XS3 & The Drinkin Boyz vs. Edgemaster & Damage Inc. (Credit: Mark)

The crowd is aware of the background for this next match, remembering the feud between the Drinkin Boyz and the former SWI teammates that never reached a conclusion on Fallout. With one of ACW’s ever-present fan favourites joining the Drinkins, the conflict will finally have a resolution tonight (lolz c wut i did thar). Phillip enters the ring.

Phillip: The following six-man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Edgemaster and his partners, Ken Williams and Jason Daniels, Damage Inc!

The crowd boos as "Desperate Times Desperate Measures" by Underoath hits and the old SWI cohorts emerge from the back. As a sign of mockery, the three are wearing "SWI" t-shirts, garnering even more jeers from the crowd. Edgemaster pays no heed to them, as he leads his team into the ring where they raise their arms to even more jeers.

Phillip: And their opponents... Introducing first, from Port aux Basques, Newfoundland, at a combined weight of 714 lbs, Ben and Afternoon... THE DRINKIN BOYZ!

The crowd is more receptive to this team now, as "On with the Show" by Motley Crue hits the arena. The fans remember this duo bringing them some laughs in the past, and sure enough, the familiar sight of the General Lee enters the arena. With Ben’s former manager now wife Selina Taylor in tow, Ben raises his arm from the driver’s seat. Afternoon attempts to stand up and wave to the ladies, but he trips as the vehicle revs forward. The giant lands in the backseat, causing the fans to laugh. Eventually, the General Lee makes it to ringside, where The Drinkin Boyz and Selina leave the vehicle and enter the ring. They raise their arms in the air, before talking trash to the opponents they have previous history with. The music fades, and the fans know who’s coming out next.

Phillip: And their partner... from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, weighing in at 268 lbs... The unofficial recipient of “The Most Theme Song Changes after Hunter Award”, and the “Destined One”... X-S-3!

The crowd roars their approval and all of a sudden, Phillip’s words about the theme song changes rings true. The opening snare drum of “Strength in Numbers” by Times of Grace quietly enters the arena, eventually escalating once the guitars kick in. On the Alphatron is a compilation of XS3’s best moments in ACW, including winning the tag title, taking BK London to the limit for the world title, and Ultimate X with Fallen Souls. Out from the back appears the members of XS3’s “entourage” and bandmates of Demon Inc. Punished Fox, Kenji Kobayasha, Ken Dante, and Maximus Dungeon all stand next to Selina Taylor, and sure enough, XS3 appears from the back as well. Donned in his attire from when he was last seen in ACW, as well as an ACW t-shirt, XS3 hypes up the crowd, running down the ramp with plenty of high-fives to spare. XS3 soon slides into the ring, and jumps up on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. Eventually, the music fades and XS3 opts to start things off against Daniels.

Bell rings.

With the crowd getting an XS3 chant going, XS3 locks up with Daniels. XS3 forces his smaller opponent to the ground with a headlock takedown, keeping the hold applied. Daniels makes it back up and sends XS3 off the ropes. XS3 responds with a big clothesline, before bouncing off the ropes and following up with an elbow drop for a one count. One thing the fans have noticed is that XS3 has opted to wear his ACW t-shirt throughout the match, a sign of respect for the company he loved. XS3 tags in Ben, and the former tag partners hit a double gutbuster. Ben covers Daniels, but he kicks out before three. Ben goes on the attack, hitting a series of spinning neck chops before dropping Daniels with a bulldog for a two count. Daniels has had enough and rakes Ben’s eyes before tagging in Williams, who winds up being hit with a suplex.

XS3 tags in, and he goes to work on Williams with some clubbing forearm smashes. Williams is whipped off the ropes and pulled in for a swinging spinebuster. XS3 covers, but Edgemaster jumps in to break up the pin. Edgemaster tries to attack XS3, but he is clotheslined over the ropes to the outside for his troubles. XS3 then clotheslines Williams over the ropes, and Daniels is soon tossed to the outside when he tries to interfere as well. All three men are on the outside, and XS3 motions for Afternoon to come into the ring. Afternoon does so and XS3 points out that his boot lace is untied. Afternoon notices that it is untied, and he gets on one knee to tie it back up. XS3, using Afternoon’s obliviousness to his advantage, bounces off the opposite ropes and soon leaps off of Afternoon’s back, hitting the Phoenix Pounce to his rivals on the outside. The crowd pops for the move, and Afternoon looks on in surprise. XS3 soon gets up and gets the crowd hyped up once more before throwing Williams into the ring and following him in. XS3 pins Williams, but only gets a two count.

Afternoon is now tagged in, and he winks at a female fan before chopping away at Williams. Afternoon hits a huge open palm slap on Williams, sending him into a spazzing fit. Afternoon soon bounces off the ropes, but is hit with a kick from Edgemaster. Afternoon is distracted long enough for Williams to hit a dropkick to the big man’s knee before utilizing a headlock with psychotic punches. Afternoon goes down and Edgemaster is tagged in. Edgemaster hits Afternoon with some stomps before delivering a thrust kick to the big man. Edgemaster covers, but only gets a two count. Edgemaster stomps away at his rival and bounces off the ropes, hitting a springboard dropkick for a two count. The Demon Inc. members try to get Afternoon motivated, as Daniels is now tagged in.

Daniels applies the Headbanger Lock, with each motion cranking Afternoon’s neck even harder. XS3 and Ben get the crowd going for Afternoon, who gets to his feet and pushes Daniels off of him. Afternoon bounces off the ropes, but Daniels intercepts him with a clothesline before delivering repeated elbow drops. Daniels covers, but gets a two count only. As Williams is tagged in, the duo slams Afternoon to the canvas before ascending the ropes opposite from each other, looking for the No Laughing Matter. They both leap off but Afternoon rolls out of the way in time. He slowly gets up and catches a charging Daniels with a fireman’s carry. Williams soon charges after, and Afternoon brings him up for a fireman’s carry as well. The crowd roars as Afternoon turns it into a flapjack on both men. XS3 and Ben are begging for a tag, and as Edgemaster is tagged in, XS3 gets one as well.

XS3 rushes into the ring, taking down Edgemaster with a flying forearm smash. Williams receives a forearm smash for his troubles, and Daniels is taken out with a back body drop. XS3 hits a spinning side kick to Edgemaster, before following up with a double arm DDT for a two count. XS3 brings up Edgemaster, looking for the Final Fate. Edgemaster slips out and shoves XS3 into the turnbuckle, before propping him up on the top rope. Edgemaster looks for the Sharpest Edge, but XS3 pushes him all the way down to the canvas before following up with the Ralph Klein Special for a 2.9 count. Daniels enters the ring, stomping on XS3, before being taken out by a clothesline from Ben. XS3 soon catches a charging Williams by the waist, and throws him over the ropes with the Closing Moment, causing him to land on Daniels as well.

As Ben soon takes out both men with a plancha over the ropes, XS3 receives a rolling clothesline from Edgemaster for his troubles. Edgemaster soon brings up XS3 for the Over the Edge, but XS3 spins out of it and brings up Edgemaster with a torture rack. XS3 hits the Burning Cradle on Edgemaster, and soon hypes himself up once again. The crowd joins him in cheering, and XS3 heads over to the corner, looking for the Shadow Step. Once Edgemaster gets up, XS3 charges at him. Edgemaster leaps over XS3, who almost hits the corner. XS3 soon spots Edgemaster bouncing off the ropes, looking for another rolling clothesline. XS3 leaps over Edgemaster and bounces off the ropes. Edgemaster is too late to spot a charging XS3, who nearly breaks his opponent in half with the Shadow Step. The crowd cheers like crazy and Afternoon intercepts Williams & Daniels, as the ref counts 1-2-3.

Bell rings.

Phillip: Here are your winners, the Drinkin Boyz and XS3!

“Strength in Numbers” hits and the crowd roars as XS3 stands up from the pin and embraces his tag partners. Selina and Demon Inc. soon enter the ring, and congratulate the victors. The ref raises the arms of the Drinkin Boyz and XS3, as they go around hyping up the crowd some more. Eventually, the Drinkins, Selina, and Demon Inc. decide to leave the ring, as XS3 opts to stay in the ring. His music fades and he soon gets a mic. As the crowd jokingly chants "Speech!", he gets his familiar smirk on his face and brings the mic up to his mouth.

XS3: Well, here we are for one last time. I know I parted from ACW this year on last than amicable terms, but I’m back now! Unfortunately, it’s under different circumstances this time around...

XS3 solemnly nods before resuming.

XS3: Y’know, I’d love to bore you all with a history lesson like the good old days, but I’ve decided that I’m going to keep my words to the point. When I first came to ACW back in 2006 or so, I was still considered to be a starry-eyed rookie. I was the guy who had to fight my way up to the elite, the upper echelon if you will, of ACW. Over the years, I’ve had victory in defeat, and defeat in victory. I’ve been humbled by submission, and I’ve been triumphant in the face of adversity. From the first 2/3 tables match in ACW, to finally putting my ex-wife Kirsten’s memory to rest, to winning the ACW Tag Team title, and all of the countless world title matches I’ve had. Y’know, I’m proud to have shared the past four years of my life and my family’s with ACW. I love everyone here and I can’t believe that it’s all coming to an end.

The crowd softly boos at the last bit, but they appreciate XS3’s respect for ACW.

XS3: But ACW will live on. It will live on in our memories and in our hearts forever. You should not be mourning the loss of this company; you should be celebrating the impact it had on so many people’s lives. And of all these people who have been impacted, there are a few I wish to thank. First of all, I thank my close friends Hitman of the Gods, Ben, and Afternoon Drinkin for sticking by me all these years. Next, I thank my brothers Jay Zero, Andrew Starr, Jason Freeman, Jake Steele, Thunder Train, and Lee Homicide for giving me so many wonderful memories and amazing battles in the stables I was in. I also thank my wife Christine, who couldn’t be here tonight due to her pregnancy, and my son Corey. I love you two so much, and I’m coming home after the show to be with you.

A cheap pop for the family mention.

XS3: Last but not least, three more people I want to thank. First of all, Senator Steve Phillips, I thank you for the countless times we’ve interacted, whether you chopped me into near oblivion or you gave me great advice. I am indebted to you forever. Second of all, I thank Thunderkiss. You were, and always will be, my greatest rival, but also one of my best friends. I hope we do battle one more time in the near future. And lastly, I thank all of you people. The fans. You guys are my extended family, and whether you’ve cheered me or booed me, I thank you all for sticking with me and giving a shit about me! You guys are the best, I will never forget you all!

The crowd cheers and soon breaks into another XS3 chant.

XS3: Now, one more time, for old time’s sake! This isn’t destiny, this isn’t fate, this isn’t the way it is, this isn’t even unforgivable anymore... THIS IS ALPHA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING! THANK YOU ALL!

“Strength in Numbers” plays once more, and XS3 goes around raising his arms to the fans. He leaves the ring and hops the guardrail, going into the crowd and surrounding himself with fans. As he is swept away in a sea of support for one last time, XS3 slowly but surely forms a smile on his face, his first genuine one in ages. ACW may be gone, but for one man, it will never ever be forgotten.

Fade.

[BK London]

Match 2: Claude LeBatad vs. Mr. Red - ACW Entertainment Championship

Back at ringside, the ring announcer stood front and center and ready to go.

*ding ding ding*

Ring announcer: This next contest is scheduled for ONE FALLLLLLL and it is the final match in ACW history for the Entertainment Championship!!!!!

The Perfect Gentleman by Helloween blasts out over the speakers and Claude LeBatard makes his way down the ramp to the ring.

Ring announcer: Introducing first, from Corniche, Marseille, weighing in at 225 pounds….he is the current Entertainment Champion, CLAUDE LEBATARD!!!!!

Claude climbed into the ring and demanded to know who the opponent is. He screamed at the ref and then at the ring announcer. His voice clearly audible to the crowd as they had quieted down to see who the mystery opponent was going to be.

Edison: Who do you think it is?

McNally: I have no clue.

Finally, over the loud speakers, blasted a tune that the ACW crowd had not heard in some time. Welcome to the Jungle blasted out and the crowd went nuts.

Edison: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!

McNally: How appropriate for the final match!!!

The ring announcer struggled to be heard on the mic with the crowd still going crazy for Claude's mystery opponent.

Ring announcer: Introducing his challenger!! From Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 220 pounds!! He is ACW's ONLY 3 time Entertainment Champion, Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiister Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!!

Mr. Red made his way down the ramp on his way to the ring. He reached behind him and pulled a mic out of his back pocket.

Mr. Red: Pipe down, you losers. You sound like a bunch of fools. I am only here for one thing. To make sure that ACW's only 3 time Entertainment Champion goes out as the only 4 time champion.

Red dropped the mic and sprinted to the ring. Red slid in and jumped up firing lefts and rights at Claude. The champion fired back as they both stood tall and the center of the ring throwing punches back and forth. Claude got the upper hand by chopping him to the ropes and whipping him across the ring.

Red bounced off the ropes and ducked a clothesline. As he bounced off the ropes again he was met with a dropkick from Claude. He staggered to his feet and was wrapped from behind. Claude then hit him with a release German suplex. Claude pulls Red to his feet and then drops him again, this time with a snapmare DDT.

Mr. Red sits up slowly, dazed. Claude then locks him into a sleeper but Red will have none of it. He fights back to his feet quickly. He elbowed his way out of it and pushed Claude to the ropes. Red connected with a few clotheslines before tossing his opponent out of the ring.

Claude quickly gets to his feet and races into the ring but is quickly leveled again as Red his a belly to belly suplex on him.

Mr. Red grabbed the legs of Claude and attempted to lock in his Redlegs Lock, his own variation of the Texas Cloverleaf but was fought off. Claude kicked Red to the mat and went for his Cloverleaf, Le Grand Finale, but Red slithered his way to the ropes.

Red struggles to his feet on the apron but Claude kicks him between the ropes. Red slumps over between the ropes halfway in the ring. Claude sees an open opportunity to go for his La Revolution finisher. He charges at Red and tries to kick him but he moves out of the way.

Mr. Red springboards off the ropes and hits a nice hurricanrana that sends Claude sailing across the ring. Red grabs Claude and pushes him into the corner. He whips him across the ring to the other corner. Claude runs up the turnbuckle to the top rope and goes for a moonsault but Mr. Red catches him and repositions him on his shoulders.

Mr. Red walks around as he grins to the crowd and then hits the Drop of Red. Red goes for the cover and gets the 3 count.

Announcer: Your winner and NEEEEEEW ACW Entertainment Champion.....ACW's only 4 time Entertainment Champion....Mr. Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.

Mr. Red grabs his newly won title from the ref and demands that his hand get raised. He leaves the ring and poses up the ramp to the crowd as Claude sits in the ring stunned.