Monday Night Warfare 12th July 2004

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ACW Monday Night Warfare: 12TH July 2004

Schedule of Matches:

Jack Fury vs Michael Kross

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Rey McFoley & Venom vs Stewart and Monkeybaal

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Yoko Satoshi vs Sylvian “Pay Day” Mint

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Spider vs BK London (#1 contender for Entertainment Title)

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El Loco vs Tyd vs Ridley

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EvilRMQ vs Double – oh 4

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Bladeshadow vs Tyrant

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Unsanctioned Fight – White Rose vs Latino

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Warfare opens with the usual panoramic shot of the sold – out arena, but the camera quickly pans in to the Titantron and the scene changes to a corridor; from round the corner comes Commissioner Ginger, a concerned look on his face. He walks up to the door to his own office, and taking a deep breath he opens the door and goes in. Gathered around his desk are the figures of Bladeshadow, V3, Double – Oh Four and Latino. Ginger walks around his desk and leans on it before addressing those assembled.

Ginger: Guys, I’ll keep this brief; I’m sure you all have guessed by now why I’ve called you here. Since the Chairman made his announcement on Thursday, I’ve thought a lot about the decisions I have had to make; I know that whoever I choose to make up my team will be put at considerable risk, ‘cause WCW isn’t going to play this fairly. So I’m giving all of you the chance to pull out of this, right now…….I have the spirit and the will to fight this battle, but I would never forgive myself if my own selfish desire to protect my position caused others to come to harm.

Blade: If we say no………….what will you do?

Ginger: I will do the only honourable thing I can………..I will resign my commissionership, effective immediately.

Everyone looks at everyone else; for a few moments the room is quiet, then Double - Oh Four steps forward.

004: Mr Commissioner, I would be honoured to compete alongside you.

Blade: I second that.

V3: Count me in, chief.

Latino is the only person who hasn’t answered, and everyone looks at him.

Latino: Do you honestly think we stand a chance, esse?

Ginger (looking straight into Latino’s eyes): There is always a chance, if we work together.

Latino looks down at the floor, and puts his hand in his pocket; just a single, crumpled corner of a folded white piece of paper is visible, and he runs his fingers over it.

Latino: Ok then. Together.

Ginger smiles, and nods; he knows what Latino is thinking, as does everyone else in the room.

Ginger: Very well, then………..Gentlemen, I’ll see you all at the PPV, Seven Deadly Sins. WCW and his clique have commited sins aplenty in the last few weeks, and together we will make them pay for every single one.

The camera zooms in on Ginger, and he has never looked so determined as the scene fades out.

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Match 1: Jack Fury vs Michael Kross

The crowd is ready and eager to get started with the first match, but they are surprised when Git Up by D12 hits, and V3 enters the arena. He greets a few fans on the way down to ringside before taking up a seat at the announce desk.

V3: Good evening to all our wonderful fans…….I’m sure you know me, I’m V3 and I will be doing a little commentary duty this evening. It’s great to be here in –

V3 is cut short as Wait and Bleed by Slipknot blares out over the sound system; from the back, PDogg emerges. He has his shoulder heavily strapped as he makes his way down to the ring, and V3 watches him carefully as PDogg takes up the other commentary position.

V3: Well ladies and gentlemen, it would appear that the International Champion has arrived to join me……….I wasn’t aware that you did this kind of thing, P.

PDogg: Look man, the Chairman says that I can’t wrestle that I have to earn my paycheck another way, so here I am. But don’t get any ideas about making fun of me – injury or not, I will still kick your ass all the way to the PPV if you so much as look at me in a funny way.

V3: Ok, Ok, keep your shades on……I’ll do my job and you do yours. Ah, it looks like our young announcer is about to go to work………….

Philip is indeed in the ring, and he looks around him at the crowd before getting started.

Philip: Our first match of the evening is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from the Vatican City……..making his ACW debut, Michael Kross!

Vater Unser by E Nomine plays, and Kross enters; he makes his way slowly to the ring, acknowledging the fans by making small bows to the left and right and making the sign of the cross as if blessing them. Upon entering the ring he also bows to the referee and to Philip, who aren’t sure what to make of it but just shrug and carry on as normal.

Then “I am” bursts into life, and the fans move into “heel heat” mode as the imposing figure of Jack Fury comes into view on the stage.

Philip: And his opponent, from Greenock, Scotland………the current Junior title holder, Jack Fury!

Fury is not bothered by the fans’ reaction to him; he reaches the ring quickly and paces around, looking at his much smaller opponent and evidently is not hugely impressed. Kross also regards Fury, but his expression gives no clue as to his opinion of his opponent. The referee takes Fury’s belt, and the first match of the night gets underway.

Bell Rings.

Fury and Kross circle slowly; Fury is cautious as he has no prior knowledge of his opponent’s style to draw upon, but he soon tires of this and moves in to lock up. The two push against each other, testing their strength; unsurprisingly, the much bigger Fury makes the best of the opening contest and twists Kross’ arm, working on the upper section from elbow to shoulder. Kross feels the pressure, but he stays very calm and waits for Fury to relax his grip a little between blows before breaking free. With his other arm, Kross gives Fury a series of blows until he knocks him down; Kross focuses his attentions on Fury’s legs, giving a first and then a second elbow drop, before pulling his opponent back to his feet. The tactic pays off as he whips Fury against the ropes; Fury feels the pain in his leg and it distracts him so that he fails to evade a big boot from Kross. Fury falls and Kross pins, but Fury throws him off with authority, looking none too pleased. As the pair come forward to meet one another, Fury stuns Kross with a couple of blows to the head, and then demonstrates his raw power with an awesome stalling vertical suplex; he even takes a second to flip off the crowd before completing the move. The ring shakes and Fury covers, but Kross is not going to give up that easily, and he busts out punching Fury in the face as he does so. Fury is becoming more angry, but Kross stays ice – cool and beckons Fury to continue the battle.

Fury needs little encouragement; his celtic passion ignites, and he forcefully whips Kross into the corner before commencing a hail of kicks to the mid section and gut. Kross takes a lot of punishment, but he thinks clearly and instead of slipping down to the mat, he retreats by climbing up the post. Fury follows him and both men balance on the second rope; Fury looks for a superplex but Kross manages to push him off before following up with a graceful swandive headbutt. From the second rope the move lacks power, but Kross still gets a 2 count from the referee before Fury extracts himself. Determined not to be outdone, Fury bites back immediately with an eye rake in preparation for his Fury Effect (Evenflow DDT). The move connects and Fury pins; he also receives a 2 count before Kross responds. The pair rejoin battle in the centre of the ring; blows are exchanged before Fury counters an attempted whip by Kross and lands an axe handle on his opponent at his return. Kross rolls away and stands back up next to the ropes; Fury, fired up, rushes in and clotheslines Kross with sufficient force to knock both men out of the ring. They battle briefly on the outside close to the announce desks; Fury tries to slam Kross against one (making V3 and PDogg back away from the desk), but Kross blocks the worst of the blow with his hands before spinning around and kicking Fury back against the apron, hurting his lower back. Kross slips back into the ring and Fury follows; the two face off once more and the crowd is really into the match as both men prepare to raise their game for its climax.

Fury whips Kross to the corner and runs in for a stinger splash, but Kross blocks with his shoulder. The pair fight in the corner and they climb up to the second rope; Fury tries to overpower Kross again, but he counters into a Tornado DDT. Fury realises that the cruiserweight Kross will always have an advantage where height is involved, so he moves to keep Kross stationary, blocking his next attack and then putting Kross into a powerful bearhug. Fury crushes Kross’ chest and he struggles for breath; once Kross is sufficiently weakened, Fury adjusts his hold and hits an atomic drop. Kross drops to the mat, and Fury makes a cover, but Kross breaks free at 2.5. Fury feels that he is close to victory, and goes for his Hell’s Fury finisher (rolling reverse DDT) but Kross tries to fight back and the move does not fully connect so that Kross is able to get a shoulder up just before 3. Fury curses, and the crowd taunts him; Fury is angered by this but he stays focused on the match. He pulls Kross back to his feet in preparation for a further power move, but Kross has been pooling his strength and he wrenches himself free, hurtling into the ropes before bouncing back and grabbing Fury by the head for a bulldog with plenty of bite. Fury falls hard, and Kross rolls out of the move to go straight for the corner; with the crowd now firmly behind him, he unleashes his divine wrath (450 splash) on to the face – down Fury. The crowd expects a pin, but Kross has one further element to his strategy; he waits for Fury to rise back to his knees before kicking him in the head. Fury slips so that he is on hands and knees, and with great skill Kross executes the technically demaning “La Majistral” pin technique. Fury has never been caught in such a pin, and his inexperience along with his tiredness keep his shoulders on the mat as the referee counts 1-2-3.

Philip: Here is your winner………..Michael Kross!

Kross’ music plays and he releases the pin; he is obviously pleased with his victory, but his celebrations are restrained. Kross does not dally in the ring and begins to make his way back up the ramp; Fury is incensed at his loss, and grabbing the belt from the referee he rushes up behind Kross and drives the belt against the back of his head. Kross goes down, and Fury taunts him with the belt, to a load of boos from the crowd. Fury stalks away as Kross picks himself up; Kross remains cool despite the insult, but it is clear from the look on his face that he will not allow Fury to escape unpunished for his deeds at SDS.

V3: Wow! What an opener……….a shock win for the new guy on the block! That didn’t go down well with Fury……….typical babyish reaction, he can’t win the match fairly so he beats on his opponent like a coward from behind.

PDogg: Hell, the guy deserved it……..what’s with all the bowing and hand waving anyway? Kross got lucky tonight, but his holier than thou attitude won’t protect him at the PPV.

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Segment: Selective Memory Loss

In one of the locker rooms, Rey McFoley is standing, watching a match replay on the tv; the camera zooms out and Venom is shown standing on the opposite side. The repay shows Venom’s attack on Rey during the previous show; Venom watches it, and he looks genuinely shocked as the scene plays out.

Venom: Good lord…………I really did do it, didn’t I? I swear Rey, I don’t remember any of that whatsoever.

Rey: I still don’t know if I believe you or not, Venom. I mean, you did look a little odd….

Venom: Rey, think about it………..why would I attack you? We’ve had no problems in the past, hell I barely know you.

Rey still looks doubtful, but he cannot offer any better explanation himself.

Venom: Look, the least I can do is make it up to you……..that’s why I asked to be your tag partner tonight.

Rey: Well…………Ok. We don’t have any more time to stand around and debate this…. our match is up next, so we had better get moving.

Rey and Venom leave the locker room and walk away down the hall. As they pass by another darkened corridor, a figure can just be seen in the shadows…….

Figure: Phase 1 has been a complete success. Time for phase 2……..

The figure melts away entirely into the shadows, and the scene fades to black.

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Match 2: Rey McFoley & Venom vs Stewart and partner

As the camera shot returns to the arena, Stewart and his chosen partner Monkeybaal are already in the ring, awaiting the arrival of their opponents.

Philip: Ladies and Genlemen, the next match is a tag team contest, set for one fall. Now entering the arena, Venom!

Tonight by Staind hits, and Venom comes out into the arena lights. The crowd aren’t entirely sure how to react, and in any case Venom isn’t paying a great deal of attention to them.

Then Beautiful People hits, and Rey McFoley comes out to an unequivocal round of boos and jeers after his behaviour toward Stewart.

Philip: And his partner, the ACW Light Heavyweight Champion…………Rey McFoley!

Rey comes down to the ring, keeping half an eye on Venom; Stewart is very angry at Rey, and is itching to get into the battle. However it is Venom that steps forward to start for his team, and Stewart allows Monkey to do the honours on their side.

V3: Well this is an interesting turn of events………Rey has to team with the guy who beat him up last week. He can’t be too happy about that.

PDogg: It might look odd to a simpleton like you V, but the guy’s got the right idea – if someone can do that to you, you want them on your side, not against you.

V3 is getting a little pissed off with PDogg, but for now he bites his tongue and calms himself.

Bell Rings.

Venom is keen to redeem himself for his earlier actions, and he sets about Monkey with a rain of powerful blows. Monkey is knocked down, and Venom swiftly follows through by dropping on to his opponent’s arm and then wrenching him back to his feet, twisting the limb behind Monkey’s back. Monkey grits his teeth and catches Venom out with an elbow to the gut before slipping free and whipping Venom to the ropes. Both men go for simultaneous clotheslines and they crash heavily to the canvas. Monkey rolls himself over to cover Venom, and the referee is at 1.5 when Venom pulls himself free. The pair clash together again, exchanging blows; Monkey manages to force Venom back to the ropes, and Stewart kicks up a fuss in his corner, distracting the referee so that Monkey can use the Tarantula. Venom is in obvious pain, but fortunately Rey is alert and he runs along the apron, striking Monkey to force him to break the hold. Monkey drops off of the ropes and on to the floor, where Rey stomps him a little more until the referee sees him and orders him back to his corner. Rey rolls Monkey back into the ring where Venom is waiting; Venom powerbombs Monkey and pins for a 2 count. Rey calls Venom over, and Monkey is whipped into the opposition corner where the tag is made; as this happens however Monkey takes a chance, rolls out of the ring and runs around the outside, slipping back in just long enough to tag to Stewart. The two fresh wrestlers hurtle straight for one another and meet in the centre of the ring.

Rey and Stewart fight bitterly, driving their blows with mutual dislike. Stewart knocks Rey over and lifts him for a quick slam before covering, but Rey is away before the referee has even got to his knees. Rey responds by hitting Stewart to daze him and then springing into a Lou Thesz press from the top rope; Stewarts shoulders are down and the ref is almost at 2 before Stewart shoves Rey off of him. The match continues at a frenetic pace; the pair cover a lot of ground in the ring swinging punches and kicks at one another until finally Rey is in a position to grab Stewart’s head and bounce it off of the turnbuckle. Stewart staggers, and Rey attacks from behind to knock him down face first; Rey drops to the mat and locks on the crippler crossface. Stewart feels the effect immediately and tries to escape, but Rey holds on. Both of the wrestlers’ partners are up on the turnbuckles, shouting encouragement and the crowd shouts along with them; Rey’s face is twisted with rage and he digs his nails into Stewart’s head. If anything, however, this just increases Stewart’s determination and he begins to claw his way to the ropes. Rey holds him as long as he can, but somehow Stewart gets a hand on the rope and the ref orders Rey to let go. Rey curses, gets up and starts kicking Stewart in the side; from the corner Stewart’s partner Monkey runs in and roughly knocks him over before sliding back out to avoid the ref’s rebuke. Stewart takes the opportunity to get to his own corner, and he and Monkey arrive at the same time, making a tag to allow Monkey to re – enter the fight legitimately.

Rey has unwisely followed Stewart in an attempt to stop the tag, and he is now trapped in the opposition corner where both Monkey and Stewart go to work. The referee warns Stewart over interfering, so Monkey whips Rey to a neutral corner with the intention of continuing the assault there. Rey is still in a daze but he blocks Monkey’s approach with his shoulder, and fights back with a string of blows; Monkey now is at a disadvantage and Rey leaps into a standing dropkick to lay Monkey over the middle rope. Rey runs back to the opposite ropes to build up speed for the 619, but Stewart has slipped off of the apron and he catches his foot so that Rey smacks face – first into the mat. Monkey is picking himself up, and Venom yells out to Rey; Rey realises he has no choice but to trust Venom, and he uses his speed to dodge Monkey’s running attack and make it to his corner. Venom leaps into the ring and spears Monkey as he comes forward to meet him. Venom pins, and gets a 2.5 on the fatigued Monkey; Monkey picks himself up and backs up a little before going for the RKO. Venom though is ready, and he counters into his own finisher, the Venomous Bite (Styles Clash) with all his power. Monkey takes the full force of the blow, and Venom rolls him up to hold him down just long enough for the referee to count 1-2-3.

Philip: Here are your winners………..Rey McFoley and Venom!

Venom stands up as Monkey rolls out of the ring, still very dazed; Stewart is furious and he rushes at Venom, only to be blocked by Rey, who meets him with a dropkick and sends him to the mat. Rey raises his arms and Venom goes to thank him, but suddenly he stops in mid – sentence and his eyes begin to glaze………. Rey turns around and sees him, and doesn’t understand what is going on; he waves a hand in front of Venom’s face, but there is no response. Then, without warning, Venom’s expression shifts from blank to the same twisted smile that was seen in the video playback; Rey starts to yell at Venom and begins to back away, but he is not quite fast enough. Venom’s hands shoot forward and he lifts Rey right off of his feet into the air before inverting him and landing a crushing Jackhammer; Rey is knocked senseless by the direct impact to his head. Stewart is just starting to stir, but he also is not safe from Venom’s attentions, and he is taken down once again with a vicious pedigree. The bell rings again, several times; from the back, security run in to separate Venom from the others; they restrain him, but he does not put up a fight and all the commotion seems to revive him from his mysterious state. Venom looks down at Rey and Stewart, and as the security escort him away his expression is a mix of confusion and fear.

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Match 3: Yoko Satoshi vs Sylvian “Pay Day” Mint

The first match has already got the crowd worked up, and they show no signs of descending as “Flower of Carnage” begins to play throughout the arena.

Philip: The next match is an intergender match, scheduled for one fall………presenting first, from Okinawa Japan……………Yoko Satoshi!

Yoko enters with a calm and focused expression on her face; she knows that her opponent tonight is the toughest she has faced since her arrival in ACW, and she paces back and forth in the ring as she awaits him.

Rock and Roll All Night by Kiss hits, and her foe’s sleek limousine slides into the arena. [/i]

Philip: And her opponent, from Hollywood California…………..Sylvian Mint!

The limo driver opens the door, and the flawlessly presented Mint steps out into the lights. The crowd immediately reacts and starts giving him heat, with a chant of “Catfight! Catfight!” breaking out somewhere towards the back. Mint surveys the crowd with a superior smirk; he taunts the fans right back as he walks the final few yards to the ring. Mint keeps his snooty air as he considers Yoko, but inside he is aware of her undoubted skills, and he wisely resolves not to underestimate the youngster. The referee checks that everything is as it should be, and then signals for the start of the contest.

Bell Rings.

Both Mint and Yoko start the match on the offence; each has something to prove, and they lock up trying to throw one another to the mat. Mint is one of the lighter wrestlers in the fed, and so Yoko is able to match him for strength in the early going, however eventually Mint wins through and puts Yoko in a headlock before dropping to the mat, driving her neck against his arm. Mint rolls Yoko up for a surprise early count, and the referee reaches 1.5 before Yoko regains her mental composure and breaks away. Both participants are swiftly back on their feet; Yoko moves in on Mint and without hesitation hits a Fisherman Suplex. While Mint is on the canvas, Yoko throws herself against the ropes to build up velocity before landing an elbow to Mint’s chest; she makes a pin, and Mint pushes her off just before the 2 count is made. Mint looks a little annoyed, but for now he remains focused; Yoko tries to clothesline Mint as he stands but he catches her arm and whips her to the ropes, meeting her on the return with a strong shoulder barge, which due to his considerable height advantage nails Yoko straight in the face. Yoko is made dizzy by the blow, and Mint quickly uses a suplex of his own; he again covers, but Yoko forces an arm into the air just after 2.

Mint keeps his attacks tight, and his temper under control; he waits for Yoko to stand before whipping her against one of the posts. Yoko is facing out of the ring as Mint approaches from behind; she waits for him to come close, then as Mint starts to lay into her back and head she kicks out behind her, striking Mint in the groin. The males in the audience wince at the blow, and Mint also is forced to retreat, obvious pain etched across his face (thus disproving one or two of the crueller insinuations made on the fans’ signs). Yoko giggles when she sees Mint, and she moves in looking to use her Evenflow DDT; instead though Mint overcomes his physical discomfort and counters, stopping Yoko from setting up the move with a couple of well timed kicks to her gut. Mint scoops up his petite opponent and lands his trademark Magnum driver with panache; Yoko sprawls on the mat, and Mint cannot resist a brief strut around the ring, flipping off the fans. Mint then returns and pins with a hooked leg; Yoko kicks out at 2.5. For a second it looks as if Mint is close to a temper tantrum, but he is no fool and is learning from his mistakes. Yoko backs away, looking for some respite from Mint’s attack, and her opponent appears to have the upper hand in the contest.

PDogg: Looks like our Japanese flower’s bitten off more than she can chew here. Mint’s going to take her apart, much as I’m going to do to you and Kain on Saturday.

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Yoko’s style is not suited to being forced into a defensive strategy, but she rallies and holds her ground close to the ropes; Mint comes forward and she ducks as he swings a massive clothesline. Mint is unbalanced and Yoko pushes him over the top rope and out of the ring. Yoko climbs through the ropes herself and stands on the apron; as Mint tries to stand she stamps o his head, forcing him to bend over so that she can attempt her flying guillotine from the apron. Yoko leaps off, but her inexperience shows – she scores a partial hit on Mint but she also smacks her side into the apron as there is not enough room for her to land safely. Both participants are down and the referee continues to count; they individually recover to the ring and the count stops at 8. Yoko decides that she has to act decisively, and she kicks the slightly dazed Mint to the ground before applying her Ball and Chain submission hold. Mint’s head clears, snapped back into focus by the sudden pain; Yoko piles on the pressure and Mint needs all his willpower to resist. Suddenly though, the pair are interrupted by a surge in the crowd’s noise volume, and GWD belts to the ring with a chair in hand; the referee sees him coming and tries to block his entry, but GWD springs up on to the apron and pulls down the ropes so that the ref, who is leaning on them, falls forward and lands on his head on the crash matting. GWD swings the chair at Yoko, who has to release Mint to get out of the way; GWD swings again and Yoko blocks with her arms, causing the chair to rebound and hit GWD on the head. The blow is not hard enough to knock GWD out, but he is stunned and staggers about, swinging the chair wildly; unfortunately for Sylvian Mint, GWD manages to nail him at point blank range as he is getting back to his feet. Mint crumples to the mat and lies still; GWD curses as he realises his mistake, and Yoko takes advantage by running forward and using a dropkick to send both GWD and the chair backwards out of the ring. GWD exits just seconds before the referee hauls himself back in; Yoko sees that Mint is in no condition to continue and she covers, allowing the referee to make the 1-2-3 count while still lying on the mat after rolling back inside the ring.

Philip: Here is your winner…………….Yoko Satoshi!

V3: So, PDogg, are you also planning to lose in a stupid manner at the PPV?

PDogg scowls, but doesn’t have a witty comeback to V3’s remark.

The referee raises Yoko’s hand as Mint lies knocked out on the canvas from GWD’s misplaced blow; GWD stands just outside the ring and his face is blackened by rage. Yoko too looks extremely angry, and she requests a mic from the ringside assistant, who also hands one to GWD.

Yoko: All right GWD, this has gone far enough. You’ve been on my case ever since I arrived here……………and I’m thoroughly sick of it. Now we can continue this idiotic tit – for – tat scrap, or we can settle this like mature adults – in the ring.

GWD: I agree Yoko, this does need to be settled………..and I will have absolutely no problem in taking you apart, any time, any place.

Yoko: Very well then………..GWD, I challenge you to a 1 on 1 match at the PPV. But this will be no ordinary match – this will be a special match of my own devising. Now if you’re scared……….

GWD: Scared? Me? of YOU? Honey, you couldn’t scare me if you had cosmetic surgery to look like the Elephant Man! Not that you’d need that much work, mind……

GWD sniggers at his own joke; Yoko stays completely calm, and GWD’s mirth is stopped in its tracks when he sees the cold smile on Yoko’s face.

Yoko: Laugh all you want, GWD, because you won’t be laughing for much longer. The match I have chosen is called a “ball and chain” match – it’s like a normal bout, except the two contestants are joined by a long length of metal chain around one of their wrists. And attached to the middle of the chain is a much shorter length with a solid metal ball at one end…………which can be used by whoever retrieves it, in any way that they see fit. You can make fun of my appearance all you like…….you’re the one who’s going to need the get their face fixed once the match is over. So are you still willing to face me, or will you do the decent thing and apologise now?

GWD looks just a little pale as he considers the reality of what Yoko is proposing, but his own arrogance and pride will not allow him to back down.

GWD: Darlin’, I never apologise, for anything. I’ll see you at Seven Deadly Sins.

GWD throws down the mic and stalks away; Yoko watches him go, and as she glances back at Sylvian she has to confront the fact that she was fortunate to win the match. Yoko silently hopes that the same feelings of anger and injustice that drove her to challenge GWD will be enough for her to defeat him when her body has to cash the cheques her spirit has written……….

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And in honor of 11-year-old Sylvia's going-away match, the druids sing at his limo all the way out of the building.

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Match 4: Spider vs BK London (#1 contender for TV Title)

All the announcements about Seven Deadly Sins have given the crowd an intense feeling of anticipation, and this carries over as Philip announces another match which will have repercussions on the impending PPV.

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall……….the winner will go forward to challenge for the Entertainment Title at Seven Deadly Sins. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York…….BK London!

”Warrior” by Lloyd Banks hits, and BK comes out to a wave of cheers following his abrupt transfer from WCW’s camp to Gingerdude’s. He looks determined to make the most of the opportunity which he took a considerable risk to obtain, and which he knows could still cost him dearly for betraying RDK.

Transform by Powerman 500 hits and Spider appears, not best pleased at having to fight a second time for his title shot,

Philip: And his opponent, from San Diego California ……………..Spider!

Spider’s arrogant attitude is not popular with the fans and they boo him, but Spider is not in the least concerned with them. His eyes show he is still extremely angry with BK over the table incident, and he is resolved to extract a painful revenge.

Bell Rings.

Spider and BK waste no time in getting started; the first seconds of the match see both men charging at one another, and Spider comes out on top by dodging BK’s attack and immediately hitting a spinebuster as his declaration of intent. BK rolls away before Spider can even think about pinning him; responding immediately he surprises Spider by applying a double chickenwing, which he skilfully converts into a sitout facebuster. Spider is a little dazed and BK makes an opportunistic pin; Spider though is having none of it and he is away well before the referee reaches the 2 count. Spider decides that he needs to make his size and height advantage count, and he overpowers BK with a burst of punches and kicks before locking on for a full nelson suplex; while BK is down Spider swiftly gathers him up and lands a painful piledriver. Spider covers, and a 2 count is his reward. Undeterred, Spider hits a german suplex; the crowd shouts to try and get BK going, and their encouragement lifts him to break out from Spider’s grip before he can land another high impact move. BK hurls himself against the ropes for speed before leaping up to use the leg scissors; Spider’s weight counts against him as he is flipped down hard to the mat and BK makes a further pin, which also lasts for a count of 2 before Spider kicks free.

The desire for gold and glory which drives both men is clear to see as they pace around the ring, looking for an opening to attack. BK tries to push Spider back into the corner with a charge, but Spider is only forced a little way back before he digs in and stops BK in his tracks. Before BK can get away, Spider picks him up and lands a massive powerbomb; he goes for a drop on to BK’s chest, but BK rolls away at the last second. Back on his feet, BK switches tactics, and although Spider is a large man he just manages to lock on his favoured dragon sleeper. Spider is on his knees, but he pulls himself back to his feet; BK is left dangling in the air, but he holds on and Spider’s brain gets fuzzy as the move’s effects start to kick in. Spider tries backing up into the corner, but BK lifts up his legs and protects himself from the worst of the impact; Spider realises he is in real trouble and he takes desperate measures. Spider is not a high flier, so everyone is more than a little surprised to see him climbing the post; he climbs right to the third rope and turns around, evidently intending to fall backwards. Spider calls BK’s bluff, and BK gives in; he releases the hold before Spider drops back to crush him with his significant weight. As soon as he feels BK let go, Spider executes his master stroke; he spins around and leaps off into a splash, partially impacting on BK who has insufficient time to get fully out of the way. BK’s legs take the worst of it, and as he stands up it is obvious that BK’s mobility has been curtailed.

Without his speed advantage, BK has a major problem, and Spider grins as he moves in, intending to put his opponent away for good. BK does his best to hold his ground, but Spider’s pure fighting prowess is amongst the highest in the locker room, and BK takes a series of strong blows as Spider gets down to business. Once BK is somewhat subdued, Spider shifts into full power mode; a huge powerslam almost drives BK through the canvas, and the referee counts to 2.5 before BK throws up an arm. Spider keeps his cool, and breaks out a reverse DVD; the crowd is still cheering for BK but Spider’s skill is also very impressive. Spider pins again and hooks the leg; the referee is only centimetres from 3 before BK raises a shoulder. Certain that the end is near, Spider moves in to pick up BK for a finisher; however BK has one final card left to play. As Spider pulls him back to his feet, BK slips away and runs to the ropes; he rebounds and Spider swings at him, but misses. The distance in the opposite direction from ropes to opponent is short, and before Spider can turn around BK nails his running enziguri to the back of Spider’s skull; Spider fall forward on to his front, and grimacing with pain from his legs, Bk slides in and locks on the crippler crossface. Spider grits his teeth and tries to bear the pain, but BK is giving it everything and Spider is a long way from the ropes. The crowd is cheering like mad as Spider’s hand wavers; BK yells and commits all his remaining strength to the move. Spider is at breaking point, and in pain he rolls from side to side trying to dislodge BK. Suddenly Spider rolls just a little further than before, and both men are flipped over; Spider partially traps BK and the referee realises that BK’s shoulders are down. Spider cannot see the ref, and his will snaps; he taps wildly as the referee is in mid count. But the referee misses the tap, and continues all the way to 3; the bell rings and the men separate. BK is conviced he has won and starts to celebrate; Spider kneels, believing the bell was for his tap out, but the referee comes over to raise his hand and BK is in a state of disbelief. The ringside staff are also unclear as to the situation, and they call the referee over for clarification.

V3: What the heck just happened? Spider was tapping, I saw it clear as crystal!

PDogg: Your eyes and your brain must be misfiring man, the referee counted 3! BK got pinned, pure and simple.

Philip is as unsure as everyone else, but he listens to the referee carefully before making the announcement:

Philip: Here is your winner, by pinfall…….and still #1 contender for the Entertainment title………Spider!

Spider raises his hands in the air; BK, like much of the crowd, cannot believe it and he urgently questions the referee for an explanation. Spider makes a belt motion around his waist to taunt BK, but just as he steps out of the ring, Foley’s theme hits and Commissioner Ginger comes out on to the runway.

Ginger: OK, OK, I hear you all………now then, we seem to have some confusion over what happened. Now I want everyone to be sure that we got the right result here, so I’m calling up the video playback of the end of the match. Let’s see that again……

The video comes on, in slow motion. BK’s shoulders are indeed down for the whole 3 count………but it can also be clearly seen that Spider is tapping out to BK’s submission, at the exact same time.

Ginger: Well, what can I say? BK was pinned, but Spider did tap……….

No one is quite sure what the implications of this are, not least the two participants. Ginger pauses in thought, and then announces his decision.

Ginger: I said that the winner of this match would face Skurai at Heatwave……..and technically you both won the match, albeit in different ways. Therefore, the only fair way for me to proceed…….is to make the title match a triple threat contest.

Spider is not at all happy, but he keeps quiet in case he makes his situation worse by aggravating Ginger. The crowd seem satisfied with the compromise, and they cheer Ginger as he heads backstage. Spider continues to look annoyed, and he gestures to BK as he goes that he will win the title, no matter how many obstacles are put in his way.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Mind your language

Backstage, the corridors are filled with shouting; the camera rounds a corner to find Rey, Venom and Stewart all bitterly arguing over their tag match, with a number of officials trying to keep them apart. From the back of the shot RDK approaches, and he does not look at all pleased at having to deal with the warring trio.

Rey: Mr Commissioner, I hope you saw what happened tonight………Venom attacked me without the slightest provocation! I’ve got a tag title match at the PPV, I can’t afford to pick up an injury!

Stewart: Oh, that’s rich coming from you Rey! You could have ended my career last week, what about that?

The arguing kicks off again; RDK puts his hands to his head until finally his patience snaps.

RDK: All right, SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!

The tone in RDK’s voice is a warning to all 3 men, and they calm themselves a little.

RDK: I think the three of you need to sort out your differences, once and for all. So you can do it at Seven Deadly Sins, in a Steel Cage Match.

Venom and Stewart stay quiet, taking on board the implications of such a match. Rey though is at boiling point, and he cannot contain his frustration a moment longer.

Rey: What? Oh come on RDK, this is a joke! You know I’ve already got a TLC match at SDS – you can’t expect me to take on this as well!

Big mistake. RDK’s eyes are pools of cold rage, and he speaks quietly but extremely powerfully:

RDK: No one calls my decisions a joke, Mr McFoley, NO ONE. You can and will wrestle any match that I see fit to make. You had the choice of the stipulation for your tag match, so now I’m adding one to this contest……..the ACW Lightweight title will be on the line. And, (looking at all 3 men) I’m adding a fourth participant, someone who will be making their ACW debut. So you’d better get into training Rey, and fast……or instead of two belts, you could find yourself leaving the PPV with none.

With that, RDK turns and walks away, leaving Rey stunned and his opponents with a fresh opportunity for gold.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: El Loco vs Tyd vs Ridley

The crowd is massively hyped as Philip climbs into the ring to announce the next match; they know what is coming, and the tension and excitement is palpable.

Philip: The next match is a triple threat contest……..introducing first, from Hickory NC………..Tyd!

Back in Black hits, and Tyd comes out to a warm reception; he smiles a little shyly, and makes his way to the ring where he starts to warm up.

Faint by Linkin Park hits, and El Loco steps out into the limelight.

Philip: The second entrant, from Long Island New York…….El Loco!

EL gets a good amount of heel heat, but he is not paying much attention; he is focused on the match in hand and, more importantly, surviving it without picking up an injury that will compromise his PPV performance.

Just as EL enters the ring, the lights go out and the crowd reacts accordingly….

GONG………<br>
GONG………

Philip: And the final participant, from Southeastern Birmingham Alabama…………he is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions……….Ridley!

The robed figure of Ridley steps out on to the stage, and “Gay Bar” hits accompanied by a blast of pyros; Ridley advances to the ring, clearly up for a nice brutal fight. Tyd and EL both keep their distance, but if they are intimidated they do well to stay calm and project a cool exterior. Ridley removes his robes and faces his opponents with an extremely unpleasant smile, rolling his head and popping the vertebrae to add to the effect.

Bell Rings.

EL is the first to make a move; he steps toward Ridley and raises his fists into a fighting pose, but then abruptly spins and nails Tyd with a kick instead. Tyd is taken by surprise and falls, but before EL can even think about making a further attack Ridley grabs him from behind and lifts him right in the air, hitting a backbreaker across his shoulders whilst maintaining his grip on his foe. EL cries out and Ridley grins, but with his hands full Tyd has an opportunity and he comes in to deliver a couple of huge punches. Ridley steps back, but stays on his feet; he counters Tyd with kicks to the gut and then throws EL at him like a boulder, knocking both men to the mat. EL lands on top of Tyd and with his shoulders down the referee begins to count; he ref almost gets to 2 before Ridley pulls EL away. Ridley bends down toward Tyd, but he is caught out when Tyd suddenly reaches up and grabs him around the throat before getting to his feet. The crowd is brought to its feet as Tyd holds Ridley high before chokeslamming him, and the move is given extra fire by Tyd’s obvious dislike of Ridley and all that he stands for. Ridley takes the move without difficulty and rolls away, but the expression on his face suggests that he is glad to have a little more competition than he had originally planned upon. This is proved doubly true as EL moves in behind and sweeps Ridley’s feet, knocking him back over; EL hops up on to the ropes for a moonsault and gets a partial connection before Ridley can take evasive action. All 3 men are back on their feet and the crowd’s excitement is growing with every minute.

Ridley gives a devilish smile and then charges forward; EL and Tyd are close together and he hits them both with a double bradshaw - style clothesline. EL is slightly less affected than Tyd and is the first to rise, but this is not necessarily a good thing as he gets a Tazzplex for his trouble. Ridley springs back to his feet, but Tyd is ready and waiting; he suplexes Ridley and then lifts him above his head, running across the ring to hurl the lord of hardcore out of the ring and straight on to the announce table - Ridley bounces and lands on top of V3 and Pdogg. The live broadcast sensor has to apply his bleeper to a tirade of swearing from the announce team for the evening; meanwhile, Tyd and EL are grabbing the opportunity presented to them, and Tyd superkicks EL before lifting him into a stalling vertical suplex, letting the blood run to his head before dropping him and pinning for a 2 count. EL battles back, whipping Tyd to the corner and laying into his chest with hands and feet before spinning him around and kicking him to the mat; EL climbs up and goes for a swanton but Tyd counters by raising his knees. The battle in the ring is upstaged a little by the sight of Ridley slamming PDogg’s head against the announce table in retribution for PDogg’s less than polite reaction to his aerial arrival; V3 retreats to a sensible distance but cannot prevent himself from grinning at his rival’s punishment. The referee sees Ridley and admonishes him; with a sigh Ridley leaves PDogg to nurse his sore head and returns to the ring just in time to break up a near fall and deprive EL of the victory.

As PDogg and V3 rearrange themselves, Ridley turns his attention back to the match; Tyd and EL both try to attack simultaneously but Ridley ducks and dives so that they end up striking one another most of the time. Tyd thinks carefully and steps back; as he has predicted, Ridley closes in on EL and gives him his famous “torpedoes away” throw into one of the posts. EL slumps and Ridley smiles, and Tyd makes his move; he scoops up Ridley and without pausing hits the “Scorpion’s Venom” (Last Ride). The impact is incredible and Tyd pins……….1,2 – but then Ridley does his trademark bolt – upright sit up, throwing Tyd off and sending the crowd wild. Ridley’s expression is terrifyingly gleeful as he counter’s Tyd’s attempts to floor him again, and then forces him back to the ropes, sending him over the top with a Yakuza Kick. EL is still dazed from the torpedo impact, but he tries to grab Ridley from behind; instead, Ridley counters with a neckbreaker and EL falls to his knees. With the crowd going nuts, Ridley lifts up EL into the straightjacket and the unfortunate Poco Loco cries pitifully in pain until the move takes effect and he blacks out. Ridley drops him and considers a cover, but then from behind Tyd climbs back on to the apron and Ridley’s face is a picture of dark pleasure as he spins around and rushes over, smashing Tyd in the face with his forearm. Tyd holds on to the ropes but this hinders rather than helps him; Ridley steps through and clinically executes his Fisherman’s DDT. Tyd is in no position to get himself back to the ring, so Ridley rolls him back; with both his opponents laid out Ridley pins Tyd and the referee makes a quick 1-2-3 count to bring the contest to an end.

Philip: Here is your winner………….Ridley!

Tyd is the one who officially takes the loss, but EL is no better off; the straightjacket has left him motionless on the mat a little way from Tyd. Ridley steps away from the big man and surveys the carnage.

PDogg: Man,that was some match! If this is what Ridley can do in a regular contest, what the heck’s he gonna do with tables, ladders and chairs?!?

V3: I don’t know P………. but if I were any of his opponents, I’d be looking at taking out some extra health insurance right about now.

In answer to Pdogg’s question, Ridley looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow in a “wait and see” gesture, before flashing his evil, sharpened – canine toothed grin for the benefit of those watching at home. Then, Ridley collects his belongings and casually strolls away up the ramp, leaving his opponents crushed and their title ambitions on life support.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Mint calls it quits

The camera shot shows the Parking Lot; Sylvian Mint walks into view, carrying his kit bag and talking on his mobile phone.

Sylvian: You’re sure? Absolutely Positive? That’s wonderful!!

From the rear of the shot, WCW rushes up behind him and spins him around, looking furious. Mint is also angered by the Chairman’s rude interruption.

Mint: Jeeves, I’ll have to go. Have the papers prepared and I’ll be there in a couple of hours. Yeah, fine. Bye. (To WCW): Do you mind, I was taking a very important call there.

WCW: Sod your phone call, Mint, what’s the meaning of this?

WCW holds up a note which he has evidently discovered on his desk.

Mint: Can’t you read? It says “I quit”.

WCW: But you can’t! I need you for my team at SDS, how can you do this to me?

Mint: Look, it’s very simple. When I began to make money again after my father died, I bought some worthless tundra in Siberia, it was dirt cheap and I planned to lease it out as a training camp to the Russian armed forces. But I’ve just found out that there’s a massive reserve of natural gas trapped under it………..I’m going to be a million, no, a billionaire! And when I got taken out by that idiot GWD, I realised that you, sir, are an incompetent fool who has lost control of his roster. I have no intention of spending a moment longer here, it’s just too dangerous.

WCW is speechless with rage; Sylvian’s limo pulls up and he opens the door.

Mint: Farewell, WCW; Driver, get me out of this hellhole!

The limo door slams and Sylvian speeds away into the night, leaving WCW out in the cold as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: EvilRMQ vs Double – oh 4 (Credit: White Rose)

The crowd in the ACW arena are waiting patiently for the next match to begin and as Philip climbs into the ring, they realize business is about to pick up.

Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, From Parts Unknown, Evilmrq!

Evilmrq’s theme music hits the arena and he comes out. The fans boo him loudly and he ignores them. He walks down the aisle and slides into the ring. He is ready for his opponent.

Philip: And next, from San Diego, California, Double-oh-four!

Stand Up by Ludacris hits the arena and the fans go completely nuts. They have had a natural liking of 004 since the moment they first saw him. He comes out from behind the curtain and the fans cheer some more, he runs down to the ring slides in and they both begin to brawl. Philip exits the ring quickly and the referee calls for the bell.

Bell Rings

They begin to attack each other furiously, 004 quickly gains the upper hand. After many furious punches it appears 004 is the better man and the better wrestler. After a few hard punches Evil crumbles to the floor. O04 gives him an Irish Whip into a Belly to Belly suplex. Evilmrq rolls out of the ring and begins to walk slowly away. 004 runs and dives out of the ring and hits Evilmrq with a beautiful Cross body block. 004 gets to his feet rather quickly and slides Evilmrq into the ring. 004 goes for the pin, the referee counts 1……….2………., but at the last second Evilmrq kicks out. 004 picks him up and attempts and Irish whip, but it is reversed and Evil hits 004 with a textbook drop kick. Evil picks up 004 and hits him with a piledriver, he goes for the pin, the referee counts 1………2..and 004 easily kicks out to the crowds’ delight. Evil picks 004 up again, but 004 comes alive with punches and kicks and hits Evil with a head splitting DDT. Both men struggle to their feet and 004 gets up a good time before Evil, Evil gets up and is hit by a clothesline. 004 goes to kick Evil, Evil catches his leg, and 004 reverses it into an Enziguri. 004 signals for the end and Evil struggles to his feet. As he gets to his feet he is hit by a thunderous Phoenix DDT, 004 goes for a pin 1…….2…….3, the crowd cheers and 004 has a swift and dominating victory

Philip enters the ring

Philip: The winner of this match as a result of pinfall, Double-oh-four.

The Referee holds 004’s hand in the air, and 004 keeps his eyes open for a surprise attack, not aware of the situation which is now afflicting the Chairman’s plans for the PPV. He leaves the ring as he entered it, a crowd favourite with their cheers ringing in his ears.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: When Saturday Comes…………(Credit: Ridley)

Ridley tosses his robe to the side as he re-enters the Demon Pit. He sighs and drops down on the throne, satisfied with the night's events.

Rose walks into the room, dressed in her street clothes.

Rose: Lord Ridley, that was an excellent job out there.

Ridley: Thank you, Alexandra. I notice you're not in action tonight.

Rose: Actually, I will be. It's just not something they've counted on.

Ridley's eyes narrow.

Ridley: What do you mean?

Rose: Well, I informed Latino that I'll be waiting for him tonight, and we'll duke it out in the hallways---

Ridley stands, more than a little annoyed---or is it annoyance? We can't really be sure from his expression as he steps closer to Rose.

Ridley: As much as I appreciate it, Alexandra, I can fight my own----

Rose: Au contraire; this is my battle as well. Latino and I go a long way back. So I have a score to settle too, okay?

Ridley sighs in resignation and puts both hands on her shoulders.

Ridley: I don't know why I give in to you so easily *yes he does*, but fine. Go ahead and take care of it. Just don't draw too much attention, all right?

Rose: (slightly amused) All right. I won't make too much of a splash. Get in, beat up Latino, and get out.

Ridley: For both our sakes, you'd better hope it goes that way.

Rose: What?

Ridley: Don't worry about it. I'll be watching.

As Rose exits, Ridley sighs again, more deeply this time, and sits back down on the throne. Asmodeus steps out from behind it, drawing a visible expression of dread from Ridley, who can't even see him.

Asmodeus: How adorable.

Ridley: I don't know WHAT you're talking about.

Asmodeus: Of course not. Well done tonight.

Ridley: (feigning shock) WHAT? Could it be I've actually PLEASED you, m'lord?

Asmodeus: No, but it's a start. Saturday, at the triple threat TLC, you know what I want.

Ridley: Do tell.

Asmodeus: Slaughter. Complete and utter massacre.

Ridley: Embue me and I'll do it.

Asmodeus: I shall.

Ridley: ......(sigh).......it's not like it's really worth it for me, though. Sometimes, I wonder why I still stay around you.

Asmodeus: Ah, my dear Ridley, the day you leave me will be the day your own flesh does you in.

Ridley stands.

Ridley: Whatever. I'll see you Saturday, m'lord. Be ready....I'll give you the massacre you want.

The camera pulls back and the door to the Demon Pit closes.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: Bladeshadow vs Tyrant

The last official match on the card approaches, and the crowd waits to see what Bladeshadow will make of the challenge set for him by RDK.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the final contest of the evening is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, making his ACW Debut……….Tyrant!

Sober by Tool accompanies Blade’s opponent to the ring; Tyrant is obviously all hyped up and ready to get back into action as he comes to the ring, and he knows that Bladeshadow has advanced his skills enormously since their days in GFWWE.

Drowning Pool’s The Game hits, and there is a surge of sound as Bladeshadow steps forward into the spotlights.

Philip: And his opponent…….from Upstate New York, the ACW World Champion, Bladeshadow!

Blade approaches the ring at a steady pace; he is prepared to face anything that RDK throws at him, and he watches carefully for any surprise attack from the Commissioner or his henchmen. Tyrant knows that the price for failing the commissioner will be high, and it is one that he does not intend to pay. With everything in place, the referee signals to the timekeeper and the match gets underway.

Bell Rings.

Blade and Tyrant approach one another, trying to read each other’s body language. It is some time since the men have seen one another in action, so they are unwilling to rely on prior knowledge of their opponent. Tyrant is the first to go on the attack, firing off blows at Blade’s upper body; Blade dodges most of these before nailing Tyrant with a kick to the chest that pushes him down to the mat. Blade gives a brief smile as Tyrant gets up; Tyrant gives a little nod as if to acknowledge Blade’s increased power, and then shows that he too has trained hard with a storming punch followed by a DDT. Tyrant makes a cover, but Blade kicks free before 2 and regains a standing position. Tyrant runs forward for a running forearm clothesline, which Blade ducks; Tyrant though adapts swiftly, spinning around as he passes Blade and grabbing him for a german suplex. Both men are up again, and Blade is inwardly impressed by Tyrant’s turn of speed; nevertheless he has tricks of his own, and he rolls to the side of Tyrant to dodge a big kick. Blade rolls back to his feet and immediately hits a standing dropkick to Tyrant’s back; Tyrant falls forward and Blade applies the Heaven’s Arrow. The crowd cheers, but Tyrant is aware of Blade’s famous submission, and his size makes it difficult for Blade to keep the hold; Tyrant stays calm, gathers his power, and then explodes into a frenzy of bucking and writhing that makes it impossible for Blade to control. Tyrant busts out, and gets back to his feet as Blade accepts the fact that a submission finish is not likely to succeed.

Blade knows that Tyrant is fast, but he also figures that speed for the big man probably comes at the cost of endurance. Blade cheekily beckons Tyrant forward, and moves around the ring keeping just out of range of Tyrant’s massive punches. Then when it looks as if Tyrant is getting wise to the trick, Blade approaches the ropes, blocks Tyrant’s next attack, and whips his opponent so that he tumbles through the ropes. Tyrant lands on the floor, and Blade wows the audience with a suicide plancha that does further damage as Tyrant tries to get back up. The ref starts to count with both men out of the ring; Blade’s move is impressive to see but also costly, and it is Tyrant who mentally focuses first. Now on the outside, Tyrant has a chance to make his arsenal of power moves count, and he sets about doing just that; he begins with a chokeslam, and as Blade reels he lifts him up for his trademark “Tidal Wave” – a fireman’s carry to overhead lift into a backbreaker. Everyone winces at the force of the move, but Tyrant isn’t done; with the referee on a 7 count he has time to execute a Full Nelson Slam before rolling the dazed Blade back into the ring. Tyrant pins a second time, and the referee reaches 2.5 before Blade gets his shoulder up. Tyrant has given Blade a lot of punishment, but has also expended a lot of energy himself; he is just a little slower now in his movements, and as he goes for a superkick Blade regains his momentum and dodges before leaping up for a roundhouse kick of his own. It connects with Tyrant’s head despite his great height, and the blow makes Tyrant weak at the knees; Blade backs up a little and then spears his opponent to the ground into a cover. Blade also gets a 2.5 count, and the match is finely balanced as it moves toward its conclusion.

The match thus far is a testament to how much both participants have advanced since their first meeting, and although the crowd is firmly behind Bladeshadow Tyrant also gains a good measure of applause for his skills. Both men circle quickly, adrenaline driving them on despite their fatigue; Tyrant decides to break out the big guns, and with a powerful whip he sends Blade to the ropes. Blade flies back and gets ready for a clothesline, but instead Tyrant catches him and converts his velocity into a stunning tiger driver that makes the whole ring shudder, and draws a huge roar from the fans. Blade is badly stunned, and only his inner ring – sense pushes him to get his shoulder up just before 3; Tyrant is ready to bring out his finisher moves. Tyrant hoists Blade on his shoulders as if for an F5, and signals for the Elefant Bomb; The crowd noise is incredible, and Blade is lifted by it. Blade struggles for all he is worth, and Tyrant is forced to let him go; Blade moves straight into attack mode and whips Tyrant to give him the momentum required for a back body drop, not an easy task when confronting a heavyweight opponent. Tyrant flails in the air as he goes over, and Blade pins; a count of 2.5 is given, and Blade is ready to finish the match. Tyrant is low on energy but he defends himself as best he can, and Blade has to time his kicks perfectly before he can score a critical hit and knock Tyrant down. Blade elbow drops, and rolls away to the nearest corner; He salutes the crowd as camera flashes reverberate around the arena, and nails his Thor’s Hammer with pinpoint accuracy. Everyone counts 1,2,3 with the referee, and the crowd is euphoric as the bell rings out.

Philip: Here is your winner……….Bladeshadow!

Blade pulls himself to his feet, and he looks around him at the crowd cheering wildly as he stands over the motionless form of Tyrant. Blade comes over to the side of the ring and takes a mic from an assistant.

Blade: Can you hear this, RDK? There was a time, once, when the crowd used to cheer for you like this……..I would stand and listen to them, and it was my dream to one day be privileged to hear these people chanting my name……….

As if on cue, a chant of “Sha – dow, Sha – dow” gets started. Blade waits a few seconds before going on.

Blade: When I was a lowly jobber, I wanted to be just like you RDK……..but now, now that I finally have the gold and the support of the fans that I’ve always wanted, I have a new goal.

More whoops and cheering. Blade is becoming a little emotional as he concludes his speech:

Blade: Some people have asked me if I want to be the “legend killer” that finally puts down the RDK mythos………..but they don’t understand, I don’t want that at all. A part of me deep inside still believes that there is a good person within you, RDK, So at Seven Deadly Sins, I’m going to try and find him…………I challenge you, RDK, not as a commissioner but as one of the greatest wrestlers in this or any other fed, to show me and the rest of the world the real you. I know that “Commissioner RDK” can’t beat me…………so let’s see if the Macho Man can.

With that, Blade slides out of the ring and makes his way backstage.

PDogg: Man, that Blade must have a screw loose somewhere. The guy’s got guts, but there’s no way he’s going to beat RDK, especially not in a 2 out of 3 falls match. RDK’s a smart guy, he’s done the right thing before and he ain’t going to fall for any of that rubbish.

V3: Trust me P, if RDK has any shred of decency in him, he’ll think carefully about what my pal Blade just said.

PDogg: Pfffff……..V, you and the rest are livin’ in a dreamworld. You can’t fight the system……..and this final contest will be another graphic demonstration of that.

V3: Well you’re right about the “graphic part”, because to finish tonight we’ve got an unsanctioned street fight – no ref, no count, no disqualification. It’s up next, after these messages!

Cut to commercials. As the screen fades, a further snip of conversation is accidentally broadcast between Pdogg and V3:

PDogg: Careful man, you were sounding a bit like that idiot Cole there.

V3: Shit, was I? Thanks for the heads up………<br>

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The unsanctioned battle – Latino vs White Rose

There is no referee in the ring as “Scars of Time” hits, and Philip does not step forward to make any introductions; no pre – amble is needed, everyone knows the score. Alexandra Kaesar comes down to the ring, both beautiful and terrifying at the same time; she climbs up into the ring, and waits along with everyone else to see if her challenge will be accepted.

For many, many moments everything is still; the crowd becomes a little restless, and Rose gives just a hint of a smirk as she considers whether her foe has decided to back out…..

And then Razor Ramon’s theme hits, and the crowd rises as one as Latino comes out on to the stage. His face is expressionless, but his eyes reflect the internal agonies that he has suffered in the last couple of weeks, and he begins to smile darkly as he approaches the ring and his inner demons claw at him, baying to be released……

Latino climbs into the ring and walks straight up to Rose: they stare, eye to eye with one another, and time stands still…….then abruptly the spell is broken as Rose slaps Latino forcefully across the face, drawing blood with her manicured nails. Latino doesn’t respond instantly; instead he puts his hand to his cheek and looks at the scarlet liquid……..

There is no bell ring, but Latino’s thunderous punch serves just as well, and the fight is underway.

Rose staggers back from the force of the blow, but she does not fall; instead she lunges right back at Latino, clotheslining him to the mat before dropping her knees on to his chest. Rose’s face is alight with vicious pleasure as she plunges her fingers into Latino’s windpipe and presses down; Latino gags, but all pretence of restraint has gone and he explodes forward, grabbing Rose around the neck and rolling over so that she is on her back. Latino chokes Rose and slams her head and neck repeatedly against the canvas, yelling abuse the whole time; the pair fight like tigers, clawing at one another until eventually they kick away and separate. Latino slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, knocking the timekeeper off of his seat to get it; he rushes back in but Rose counters with her foot and Latino gains a small wound as the chair hits his own head on the rebound. In his manic state of mind however, this has less effect on him than a bee – sting and he swings the chair again, nailing Rose on the head and giving her a wound of her own.

PDogg: Whoa! These two aren’t pulling their punches!

V3: I think Rose may have made an error here………..I’ve never seen Latino this violent before.

Latino is blinded by rage, both at Rose for her mental torture and at himself for allowing the whole situation to develop in the first place, and he rips into Rose without any real thought of what he is doing. Rose, meanwhile, gives back everything she gets, revelling in the no – holds barred battle and enjoying both the pain that she gives and that which she receives. The chair gets hurled to one side of the ring, but if anything the fight gets even more brutal; Latino nails a powerful diamond cutter, but Rose gets back up and drags Latino to the discarded chair, hitting her doublearm DDT to drive his head against the metal. The flow of blood begins to increase, but somehow Latino is just getting stronger, and Rose discovers that she cannot necessarily call the dogs of war to heel – Latino shakes his shoulders and the crowd roars as he strings together closed – fist blows that open fresh cuts on Rose’s forehead and above the eyes. A final huge uppercut drops Rose to the mat, and Latino shoots out of the ring, diving beneath it to retrieve a table. He sets this up at the side of the ring, and then returns to pick Rose up; he throws her out over the top rope and on to the table, but the wood does not break, it only cracks. Latino swears furiously, and climbs up to the nearest turnbuckle; to gasps from the fans, he launches into his Houston Hangover finsher, driving both himself and Rose though the tabletop. A hush descends on the crowd as neither person moves in the wreckage; everyone is sure the bloody battle is over, but then the camera flashes back to the ruined table to show a now genuinely livid Rose rising back to her feet. Latino is just starting to stir, and Rose quickly fetches a second chair; she approaches slowly and menacingly, and the tension in the arena is almost unbearable.