Monday Night Warfare 27th Sept 2004

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

ACW Warfare 27th September 2004

Schedule of Matches:
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Amo v Orochi

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Hunter v Yoko Satoshi

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Fallen Souls v Dragon

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Double Oh-4 v BK London

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RDK v John Gotti

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Kross v Latino

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V-3 v White Rose

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Warfare gets under way in time honoured tradition, with a wide panning shot of the ACW fans waving their signs and looking as if there is nowhere else in the world that they would rather be. Then, as has now also become customary, the titantron flicks over to a shot of the backstage area, where there is the standard whirl of activity, most of it centred around Chairman Gingerdude. Ginger’s on the phone; his arm is still in plaster, but he seems to be getting the knack of doing things one – handed by now.

Ginger:…..Yes officer, I understand. If I hear anything, I’ll be sure to let you know. Yes. Ok then, Goodbye.

Ginger puts the phone down and sighs heavily. The camera shifts a little to reveal a worried – looking BK London standing a couple of feet away.

London: So, still no response?

Ginger: I’m afraid not. No – one has seen her since Meltdown, and the Police have confirmed that there’s been no attempt by anyone to enter her apartment.

London: You’re sure the CCTV doesn’t show her leaving here?

Ginger: No, not a single shot. And her car was found parked in her usual space in the lot…..

London shakes his head and glares down the corridor, in the direction of the locker rooms.

London: Did the forensic team….

Ginger (interrupting): Yes, yes, they turned the Demon Pit upside down. Not a trace. And I had them go over T.I.M’s quarters as well for good measure. They found a fake currency printing press, a list of local businesses in need of their “protection”, and a load of pirated DVDs of ACW events……but nothing else.

London looks edgy, and glances about him. Ginger sees his discomfort and puts a hand lightly on his shoulder.

Ginger: Look, London, don’t ask me to try and explain this, but I think she’s ok. Everyone’s doing all they can, so how about you try and take your mind off of things for a little while? You have a match tonight, after all.

London: I suppose….

In the background, Latino walks past with his now normal dark look on his face. London watches him all the way until he rounds the corner, and his own expression also clouds over…..and then, bizarrely, he smiles.

London: Hey Ginger, you’re right. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be……explosive.

London walks away in the opposite direction, and the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Amo the Great vs Yamata No Orochi

With the opening of the show dealt with, Philip gets a good pop as he steps into the ring, ready to work.

Philip: The first match tonight is a no disqualification, no submission match! Making his way to the ring……

”The magnificent Seven” hits, and the crowd don’t need any further prompting to go wild……

Philip:…….from Los Angeles, the current ACW Junior Title Holder………Amo the Great!

Amo comes out with a broad smile on his face and poses for the throngs of his fans who are pushing forward to get a better look. Amo looks to be well recovered after his match at KOTDM, and he poses again in the centre of the ring before awaiting his opponent.

Then the music shifts into “Neo Geisha“ by Zeromancer and the fans start to boo as the towering form of Orochi strides out on to the entrance ramp.

Philip: And his opponent, from Yokohama, Japan………Yamata No Orochi!

Orochi doesn’t waste time coming to the ring, and Philip has barely finished speaking as he approaches the apron. The crowd, however, are barely aware of this, because everyone’s attention is taken by the sudden appearance of the rest of Pain Incorporated on the stage. Ridley sweeps down toward the ring With Yoko and Rose to either side of him, and Amo is rightly concerned at this turn of events. Orochi enters the ring and faces Amo, while Pain Inc stay a few feet away on the outside, watching events impassively. The ref doesn’t look too pleased, but the fans are already getting loud in anticipation and he decides to get things moving without delay, signaling his wishes to the timekeeper on the outside.

Bell Rings.

The bell has an immediate effect on the other three members of Pain Inc; they spring up to the apron and in a matter of seconds Amo is surrounded and being mercilessly beaten down. Orochi himself looks as surprised as the referee, who is about to blow his top but then remembers that the match is No DQ, so it’s all perfectly legal. Amo tries to defend himself with his incredibly powerful punches, and he sends Rose to the mat, but Yoko ducks, and this just gives Ridley an opening to charge in with his feature – scraping Yakuza Kick. Amo goes down, and Rose quickly locks in the figure four. Ridley adds his own straightjacket to complete the “Gallows”, and Amo yells and tries to submit before realizing that there’s a no submission stipulation as well. Yoko smiles nastily and is just pulling out her croquet mallet when Orochi steps forward, physically turns her around to face him, and starts talking quickly in Japanese; Orochi’s english is better than many native speakers’ but he clearly wants to be sure that he’s fully understood. Yoko looks a little peeved and the pair argue for a few moments, before Yoko sighs and walks over to Ridley, with Orochi right behind her.

Yoko: Orochi says he doesn’t want our help, and can we please leave.

Amo is looking rather grey in the face by this point, and Ridley huffs with annoyance.

Ridley: Some people are just natural party killers.

Orochi continues to glare at Ridley, who glares back for a second or two before dropping Amo to the ground.

Ridley: Oh, all right, have it your way if you must. Just don’t screw things up here, or I will not be at all pleased.

Ridley looks toward Orochi’s petite tag partner and gives Orochi a fanged smile that suggests “screwing things up” would not be a good thing for Yoko, and Orochi looks angry, but he controls his temper and just nods. Pain Inc saunter away back to the locker rooms as Orochi walks over to Amo, who is slowly getting back to his feet. The crowd is chanting now, trying to get Amo moving, and Orochi’s honourable side leads him to let Amo stand up and face him….before his violent nature takes over once more, and he kicks him hard in the gut, causing Amo to double over. Orochi takes hold of Amo by the head with his massive hand, and runs with him to slam his head against the turnbuckle; Amo though has recovered quite quickly and he blocks this before kicking back behind him and sending Orochi down to the mat, butt – first. The fans go “ooooohhh” as Orochi quickly rises, and Amo even manages a quick and cheeky pose before the two men face off once more.

This time, Amo is much more alert, and he swats away Oorchi’s attempts to grab him before landing a series of devastating right hands. Orochi staggers, and Amo whips him to the corner; Orochi keeps his wits about him and holds up his wooden – sandaled foot as Amo rushes in, but Amo actually shows surprising agility and jumps over it, dropping his weight on Orochi’s outstretched leg and making him yell with pain as it is wrenched and crushed. Amo gets right up and pulls Orochi by the same leg out of the corner – Orochi is taken off his other foot and lands back – first on the canvas. Amo continues to work over the leg and knee joint, twisting the leg to an awkward angle before stomping down as hard as he can. Orochi finally rolls away, but as he gets up it’s clear that his mobility has been reduced. Amo moves in for a further attack, but Orochi is adept at tolerating pain and despite the obvious effect he nails Amo with a huge swinging kick, sending him to one knee. With an arm briefly raised to the crowd, Orochi hits his Kusanagi no Tsurugi, making the ring shudder violenty; Orochi makes a pin, the first of the match, but only gets a 2 count before Amo rolls away and out of the ring. Amo quickly delves under the ring and brings up a steel chair – the no DQ stip cuts both ways, and Amo is determined to win, he has no qualms over using weaponry where the rules of the match allow it. Orochi doesn’t back away as Amo swings the chair; he takes one shot, but refuses to fall, and the crowd is quite impressed. Amo tries again, but this time Orochi blocks the shot; Amo then pulls out a shock dropkick, but Orochi reacts like lighting and ducks and rolls away still holding the chair. Amo comes down hard, and before he can recover Orochi smashes the chair over his head before dropping it to the ground. Amo’s senses are in chaos, and Orochi collects Amo before demonstrating his incredible strength by hitting the Orochi – Naga right on top of the dropped chair. Amo is knocked out instantly, and Orochi only has to lightly place one hand on his chest to get the one, two, three count for the win.

Philip: Here is your winner…….Yamata No Orochi!

The legendary dragon has conquered again, but not necessarily in the manner that he might have wished. The fans boo Orochi as he leaves, but as the EMTs pass by on their way to help Amo Orochi feels a twinge of regret that he was not able to prove himself by dealing with his foe unaided, a feat which he is certain he is capable of. Being a member of Pain Inc does not sit naturally with Orochi, and as he heads to the back he is not sure for how long he will be able to turn a blind eye to the aspects of their behaviour that disturb him………

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The ACW crowd thirsts for action and they are chanting "A C Dub" hoping to get the show moving along a little faster. The chant gets louder and then slowly subsides as Philip enters the ring.

Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Okinawa, Japan, please welcome Yoko Satoshi.

"The Flower Of Carnage" hits and Orochi comes out from the back with Yoko sitting on top of his shoulder. She has a stern look on her face and looks very angry, her teachers back home in Japan, furious with her recent actions, have piled on the homework in revenge, but Yoko does not let this get to her to heavily as she does have Alexandra, Orochi, and Ridley to help her with some of the more complex stuff.

Philip: And next, from Rochester, New York, please welcome Hunter

"Won't Back Down" hits and Hunter walks down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is hyped up and gives the fans a high five as he runs down the ramp full speed. He enters the ring and is not afraid.

Bell Rings.

Yoko smiles towards Hunter, it is the kind of look that a cat gives a mouse, a look that a hunter gives his prey Hunter is infuriated by this blatant pun and charges Yoko full speed and the two trade punches with reckless abandon. Hunter goes for a Suplex, but Yoko slips out and hits him with a back suplex. Yoko locks in a side head lock, but Hunter reverses that into a drop toe hold into a camel clutch. Yoko struggles in the camel clutch for a few minutes, but she finally gets to the ropes and Hunter is forced to let go. Yoko rises and Hunter hits her with a stiff clothesline and pins her, the Referee counts 1…, but Yoko kicks out quickly. Yoko gets to her feet seconds after Hunter and he attempts to hit her with a suplex, but she plants herself and reverses it into a suplex, but Hunter does not stay down for long and as he rises Yoko charges, but he hits her with an armdrag takedown. Yoko rises quickly and is hit by a hip toss that takes her back down to the mat. Yoko rises one more time and is hit with a stiff DDT, Hunter covers and the Referee counts 1….2..,but Yoko kicks out rather easily. Hunter backs up and goes to rebound against the ropes, but as he does his leg is dragged out from under him by Orochi on the outside. The Referee misses this and Hunter falls flat on his face. He gets up and turns to go after Orochi, but Orochi does not know what Hunter is yelling about. Yoko runs up from behind and clotheslines Hunter in the back knocking him to the mat. Yoko grabs his legs and puts him in the Old Ball & Chain( A particularly gruesome variation of the Texas Cloverleaf), but before she can cause too much pain, Hunter grabs the rope and she lets go. Yoko stomps Hunter a few times before picking him up and Irish Whipping him into the ropes, he tries to hit her with a flying cross body, but she reverses it into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. Yoko pins and The Referee counts 1…..2….., but Hunter barely kicks out. Yoko picks Hunter up and goes to Irish Whip him, but he reverses it into an Irish Whip into a spinebuster. Both combatants are down and Hunter puts one hand over Yoko, The Referee counts 1……..2…, but Yoko kicks out again. Hunter and Yoko get up to their feet at the same time and Hunter goes for a clothesline, but Yoko ducks and grabs Hunter from behind hitting him with a reverse DDT. She pins him and The Referee counts 1….2…,but Hunter kicks out yet again. Hunter gets to his feet and Yoko runs towards him and hits The Flying Guillotine. Yoko goes for the Pin, The Referee counts 1…..2…..3. The Referee attempts to raise her hand as Philip enters the ring.

Bell Rings.

Yoko does not get her hand raised, she just gets out of the ring and they leave, she’s got studying to do. Hunter gets up and is drowsy, but he believes his first outing went rather well and he has a bright future ahead of himself

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Just a Couple of Questions? (Credit: Latino )

Latino is in the back, combing his hair as he hears a knock on the door. He looks angry at the disturbance but opens it anyway. He immediately develops an angrier look when he sees who it is.

Latino: What the hell do you want? I thought I said I didn’t want you people near my dressing room.

Kevin Anderson looks a little taken aback by Latino’s reaction, but he has a job to do, and he’s damn well going to do it.

Kevin: Mr. Laureano. I know you requested not to have interviews but I just have questions that need to be answered.

Latino (sighing): Fine. Get in here but don’t touch any of my stuff.

Kevin: Thank you for giving me this time Mr. Laureano. The first question I have is—<br>
Latino: Hold on. First off stop calling me Mr. Laureano. You are making me sound like some old man. Just use my first name.

Kevin: Ok sorry…Victor I have to ask you this. Why did you attack BK London last Thursday? Also do those actions also hint at possible left over feelings for Ms. Kitsune?

Latino: No, I don’t have any remaining feelings for that woman. I am just making sure she is not happy. She doesn't deserve any happiness after all the crap she put in my life. As for London, well he was trying to go somewhere that he didn’t belong.

Kevin: What do you mean?

Latino (getting more pissed off): London has no business giving Alicia any type of gift. Especially a white rose. Look shouldn’t you be getting out of here? I have a match to prepare for.

Kevin: Ok, but I still have one more question… Why did you agree to a match against Kross tonight?

Latino: Well if you haven’t noticed I’m still a little angry over my TWO lost chances at the World title. Somebody needs to be my punching bag. You see tonight Kross won’t be on my mind. The only person that will be on my mind will be London. Kross will just be at the wrong place and definitely the wrong time. Now get the hell out.

Latino opens the door and grabs Kevin by the collar throwing him out of his dressing room.

Latino: God I hate these damn interviewers.

Latino slams the door, and the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Fallen Souls (FSX) vs Dragon

The third match showcases some of ACW’s up and coming talent, and the crowd is always eager to see what the new faces will bring to the fed.

Philip: This is a singles match, set of one fall. Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea………..FSX!

”Boldly Going Nowhere” by Ark Endon hits, and FSX comes out with a serious expression. He’s clearly still angry at his defeat in his debut, and shows every sign of wanting to make up for that here.

Then “Turn the Page” by Metallica hits, and the crowd turns to see the mysterious masked figure of Dragon walk out into the lights.

Philip: And his opponent, from Newton, North Carolina…….Dragon!

Dragon walks purposefully to the ring, and doesn’t flinch from FSX’s intense gaze. He’s no sooner in the ring than FSX is laying into him, and FSX gets some heel heat as the ref decides to get things going without delay.

Bell Rings.

FSX has no intention of getting into a long, drawn out fight with Dragon; he wants the win on his record, pure and simple. To this end he hits Dragon with a string of punches before using a Brainbuster DDT for some quick damage. FSX covers, but Dragon’s internal fires are alight from FSX’s sneak attack, and the throws him off before rising and with the grace of a trained martial artist he sends a crushing kick into FSX’s chest that sends him back to the ropes and knocks the air from his lungs. Dragon moves in, jumps up to the ropes and then lifts and throws FSX backwards as he springs away, drawing a few gasps from the crowd; FSX flies several feet before landing. Dragon uses a leg drop and pins, but FSX is out before the 2 count. The pair come right back to attack one another, and forceful blows are exchanged before Dragon gets in a dropkick. FSX goes down, and Dragon rockets to the top of the nearest post to execute his dragonrana – but FSX isn’t as stunned as he’s making out, and he coolly sidesteps so that Dragon hits the mat hard. FSX then takes the opportunity to go up top himself for a senton bomb – Dragon tries to roll away and it’s only a partial hit. Nevertheless, FSX pins and the result is a 2 before Dragon gets clear. FSX smirks and taunts Dragon, whicj only serves to persuade the audience to rally behind him, and Dragon raises an arm to acknowledge the crowd before whipping FSX to the ropes. The crowd is starting to get to FSX a little, and this diverts his attention a little – he charges toward Dragon, but this just gives him a chance to make use of his moonsault – Dragon jumps over FSX, follows him to the ropes and then uses this to launch into the move. The crowd cheers as FSX goes down, and Dragon pins again, this time earning a solid 2 himself as the crowd continues to make itself heard.

FSX’s expression is getting blacker by the second, and his movements become more defined and coldly purposeful. Dragon is trying to build on his success and goes for a headscissor takedown, but FSX stops this mid – move and turns it into a rope – shaking powerbomb. Dragon rolls before FSX can pin and attempts another head kick, but FSX catches his foot, spin around and hurls Dragon back hard into the corner. Dragon is dazed, and FSX moves in to stomp him mercilessly; the crowd boo, but FSX just stamps harder before picking Dragon up and using his Soul Transfer. The move is impressive, but Dragon isn’t ready to surrender, and he kicks at 2.5 – this almost seems irrelevant to FSX however, who moves straight into an attempt at his Evenflow DDT. Dragon manages to resist, and comes back with a DDT of his own, but FSX is now into “the zone” and Dragon doesn’t even get a 2 count. Undeterred, Dragon decides to try and finish the match – he signals for the Breath of Fire (Juvi driver), but FSX won’t allow him to set it up and gets in a powerful right hook that makes Dragon stagger back. With no sign of emotion whatsoever, FSX collects Dragon, and goes to the top of the post to execute his FSX Dynasty slam to the outside. Both men are winded by the landing, but Dragon easily gets the worst of it, and after a few moments FSX rolls him back to the ring and pins. Dragon has just enough energy to kick before 3, but FSX has no wish to drag the match out, and a perfect “Defiance of Death” (Corkscrew Moonsault) finishes the job and gets him the 1-2-3.

Philip: Here is your winner……….FSX!

FSX pays little attention to the crowd or to his opponent as he leaves; he has got what he came for, and that’s all that matters to him. After a few moments more Dragon gets back up; under his mask you can sense his disappointment, but the fans have been impressed by what they’ve seen, and he gets an encouraging pop as he returns to the locker rooms.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: No peace for the injured (Credit: Daredevil)

Mission Impossible II theme hits and Daredevil is walking down the ramp holding some crutches, and heavy stitching on his head. He enters the ring and picks up a microphone, before talking.

Daredevil: Well, it’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally back after the EOTR. As you may or may not know, I suffered severe injuries, firstly to the head, but I also damaged my knee as well, all at the hands of Rena.

The crowd boos.

Daredevil: Well I’m not gonna stand here talking about how much I hate her. I’m here to say: I’m back, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!

The crowd cheer as he throws away his crutches and starts dancing about in the ring. But suddenly their cheers turn to concern as a masked, unknown wrestler runs through the crowd and enters the ring. Daredevil turns around, only to be hit by this mysterious wrestler. He tries to fight back but the wrestler doesn’t give in, and gets a sledgehammer from outside the ring. DD doesn’t realise it and is hit right where his stitches are, and his head once again bursts. He’s left lying in the ring while the unknown wrestler escapes, and the EMTS have to rush to his aid as the director hastily cuts to commercials.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: Double – oh Four vs BK London

The show so far has kept the audience riveted to their seats, and things are set to continue in this vein as match 4 approaches.

Philip: This is a singles contest, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first……..Double Oh Four!

“Doll Daga Buzz Buzz Ziggety Zag” by Marylin Manson hits, and 004 enters to a friendly welcome from the crowd. He’s still a little sore after his scaffold match, but otherwise he looks fit and ready to get back into action.

The music shifts in “Warrior Pt 2”, and the crowd just gets louder as BK London comes out, his entertainment title back on his shoulder once more.

Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn New York…….the ACW Entertainment Champion, BK London!

The fans give London a major pop as he enters, and he responds by taking the time to meet and greet several of them on his way to the ring. 004 waits patiently for London to arrive, and the pair shake hands briefly before the ref takes the belt for safekeeping. London glances around him for any signs of interference, but everything seems normal and the ref has no hesitation in getting the match underway.

Bell Rings.

004 is keen to show that he means business, and he flies forward at the sound of the bell, clotheslining London to the mat. London though rolls backward as he falls and is on his feet and waiting as 004 rebounds from the ropes; a quick spinebuster takes 004 down, and London makes an opportunistic pin. 004 of course isn’t having it for a second, and he’s away before the ref can even get down to his knees. The pair circle quickly before locking up; they briefly check one another’s raw force before 004 drives London back into the corner. London doesn’t allow himself to be trapped; with great agility he hops to the second rope and then swiftly sets up the DDT, dropping 004 and taking him by surprise. London is about to cover but 004 already has a foot to the ropes, so London jumps out of the ring, grabs that foot and then runs to drag 004 crotch – first against the post. 004 yells and London leaps right up to the top of the post – he tries to land a senton on to 004, but his opponent re-gathers his wits, pulls up his feet, and kicks against London’s back as he comes down sending him almost three quarters of the way across the ring and drawing an impressed cheer from the crowd. 004 scrambles to make a cover, but he has actually put himself at a disadvantage by sending London so far, and he only gets a 2 count before London kicks out hard. London grabs 004 and rolls over, again looking for the element of surprise to give him an edge, but he doesn’t even get 2 before 004 thrusts him away. The crowd is really into the match as the pair get up and start trading forearm blows; this goes on for a few moments until London gets in a strong elbow to the forehead, slightly dazing 004, and he pulls off a perfect London – Plex before pinning again. The same 2 count is London’s reward, but he can see that he is slowly drain 004 down, and 004 decides that he needs to step things up several gears if he is to have any chance of beating the in – form London.

004 is well aware that London is the classic all – rounder, able to fit his style to that of his opponent with consummate skill. With this in mind, 004 chooses to focus on his own areas of strength, and hope that his best will outdo London’s own efforts. To that end, London receives a blindingly fast dropkick, and rises only to be floored straight away by a stone – cold stunner. London bounces high before keeling over, and 004 doesn’t waste a second – this earns him a count of just past 2. Not wanting to lose momentum, 004 now breaks out his more powerful moves – while London is down 004 signals for the people’s elbow and charges to the ropes for the customary buildup. As 004 prepares to drop London rolls away, but in fact 004 has been expecting this – as he falls he too rolls, catches up to London, and rolls him up to get his shoulders on the mat. London only just breaks out before 3, and his fans start to get edgy; a loud chant of “London, London” kicks off but 004 is gratified to hear a competing chant of “Double oh, Double oh” from another part of the arena. While he’s taking this in, however, London is back on the case and a swift kick to the head stuns 004 long enough for London to call “Time’s Up” on his opponent. The impact is huge, but somehow 004 also breaks out of the pin before the 3 count, and now the endgame of the match is truly underway as both men grapple together, looking for that elusive critical hit. 004 breaks first, slipping behind London and going for the German Piledriver, but London resists and 004 can’t flip him over. The pair struggle a bit longer until 004 manages an inverted DDT, and the crowd shouts itself hoarse as he prepares for his own Phoenix variation, but London again won’t let the move be delivered and he attacks with a barrage of knees to the gut until 004 lets go. With incredible speed, London sets up and fires the Revolver before 004 can react, and 004 doesn’t quite have enough left in reserve to break London’s hooked – leg pin before the 3 count.

Philip: Here is your winner……..BK London!

London’s fans are over the moon, and everyone else seems happy with the result. London helps 004 back up, and 004 raises London’s hand for a loud response. The pair leave the ring together, and both seem satisfied to have put on a good match for the fans; the crowd applauds them both, and for once everybody seems to be content as the wrestlers leave the arena.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Professor of Pain’s profile (Credit: Ridley)

Ridley sits on his throne in the Demon Pit, facing the standing Druid 2, who has a folder of documents with him.

Ridley: .....well?

The druid opens the folder and begins handing files and pictures to Ridley.

Druid 2: William "The Professor of Pain" Black, real name unknown, apparently born in Bayamon, Puerto Rico in 1952. He worked locally in the Caribbean for several years with men like the Sheepherders and Carlos Colon before heading to the United States. At this point, he had a long series of bloody, violent matches with Abdullah the Butcher and the Sheik.

Ridley chuckles as he looks through the photos.

Ridley: Is that a claw hammer?

Druid 2: I believe so, my lord.

Ridley: Like father, like son, I suppose. Continue.

Druid 2: His technical skills were also very good; he had numerous title reigns in the Caribbean and only slightly less in the United States....that wasn't for any shortage of opponents, although he DID severely injure several people.

Ridley: What happened to him?

The druid consults his notes.

Druid 2: ....er....therein lies the rub, m'lord. He disappeared.

Ridley: .....what?

Druid 2: He disappeared. One day, he simply vanished off the face of the Earth, by all reports. Never seen again.

Ridley: Did he leave anything behind? Residence, mailing address, any possessions?

Druid 2: As a matter of fact, he DID leave a forwarding address behind. But I believe that neighbourhood’s been derelict and deserted for years.

Ridley takes the sheet from the Druid and examines it.

Ridley: Interesting. After tonight's show, I believe I'll be taking a trip.

Druid 2 bows and leaves, and the scene fades to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Macho Man RDK vs John Gotti (Credit: Latino)

Chants of “RDK, RDK” are already in circulation as Philip does the honours for match 5.

Phillp: Coming to the ring, the ACW International Champion……from Yellowknife, Canada, RDK!

A re-mixed version of the Macho Man’s entrance theme with the Rock’s latest theme starts playing as Macho Man RDK walks through the curtains. He comes out to a huge pop as he wears the ACW International title around his waist.

Phillip: “And his opponent, a member of TIM…..John….GOTTI!”<br>
Faint by Linkin Park starts playing as John Gotti walks through the curtain. He is immediately welcomed by boos of all sorts but he doesn’t care about the fans. Anyone can see he has a look of determination on his face. He knows he needs to win this for his fellow Italians that have already lost to RDK.

The bell rings.

John Gotti stands in the ring watching as RDK plays with the crowd. He yells out an Ooooohh Yeeaah! At this point Gotti has had enough of this and grabs RDK by the head slamming him down on the mat. Gotti then kicks him in the gut and proceeds to stomp more and more on his opponent. The fans , who are definitely not happy with this, start booing and even throw in the usual paper and cup of beer towards ringside. Gotti goes for a quick pin but RDK kicks out at two. John runs and bounces off the ropes giving RDK a leg drop to the throat. He picks up his opponent, and brings him back down with a piledriver. He then stands over RDK and signals for the people’s knee. He runs to one side of the ring and as he comes back RDK springs back up, clotheslining Gotti as he keeps running. The fans start going wild as RDK continually punches Gotti in the face more and more. He stands up Gotti, who is in a daze and his own little world, and picks him up over his back dropping him with a Samoan Drop. The fans are now cheering loudly for RDK as he is getting pumped full of energy. He starts parading around the ring hyping up the crowd even more in true Macho style. Gotti slowly gets up but RDK gives him a headbutt sending Gotti back against the turnbuckles, but as Gotti flies back he accidentally clocks the Ref with an arm, and the ref falls. RDK runs in with a clothesline and as Gotti stumbles out of the turnbuckle corner, but RDK doesn’t see Jakie, who has suddenly appeared from the back and is almost at the ring. Gotti is getting up from the clothesline and Jakie goes for a dropkick, but Gotti is still dizzy and he slips down again so that Jakie manages to hit RDK in the face instead. RDK falls and Jakie looks shocked; he tries to help RDK up but now Gotti has seen him, and the crowd shouts angrily as the pair start brawling. The ref is getting back up, and seeing the chaos he is about to call a halt to the whole thing when abruptly Chairman Gingerdude comes out on to the ramp, mic in hand.

Ginger: All right, hold everything!

The fighting pair halt at the sound of Ginger’s voice and turn to the ramp, as do RDK and the ref, both having now recovered.

Ginger: Jakie, I’ll deal with you later – for now, get out of that ring and get back to your locker room!

Jakie does as he’s told and looks somewhat worried as he leaves.

Ginger: Right, now then you two can finish your match properly and give these fans what they came to see!

Ginger gets a pop for this, and he smiles a little as he heads back to his office. RDK and Gotti face off momentarily before resuming their battle as if nothing at all had happened.

Gotti makes the first move, rushing at RDK, but RDK catches him and he is chokeslammed down onto the mat. RDK climbs the turnbuckle up top and pulls off his moonsault to the roar of the crowd screaming his name “RDK! RDK!” RDK stands up Gotti and Irish whips him into the rope. As Gotti comes back he is slammed back down onto the mat with the Macho Man Slam, a spinebuster turned into a chokeslam. He goes for the pin 1…2…3! Macho Man RDK picks up another win over the Italian Mafia!

Phillip: “Here is your winner the ACW International Champion…. R…D…K!

RDK climbs the turnbuckle throwing his arm up in the arm in celebration. The fans cheer loudly as his other arm holds his International Title. The crowd cheers louder and louder as the sound gets deafening in the arena, and RDK looks very pleased as he heads back to get changed.

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Segment: A man with a mission (Concept credit: Kazara)

In the backstage area, a camera shot shows ACW’s more visually pleasing interviewer, Charlotte King, with a mic in hand. The shot widens to reveal a young, toned man about 5’11 in height, in street wear.

Charlotte: I’m standing here with one of ACW’s newest superstars, who goes by the name of Kazara. Mr Kazara, you specifically requested this interview –

Kazara cuts her off and pulls the microphone over to him. Charlotte is a little surprised but she’s more than used to this kind of attitude by now.

Kazara: That’s right, Miss King. Firstly, I wanted to introduce myself to ACW’s audience, because believe me once I get started on my mission here, they’re going to be glued to every action that I take.

Charlotte: Your mission?

Kazara: That’s right, is there an echo in here or are you just a little slow of thought, honey?

Charlotte looks less than impressed and the crowd’s reaction shows that they agree, but Kazara is oblivious to this.

Kazara: I came to ACW because I heard that the competition here was the toughest around. No I’m no stranger to this game; I’ve had more plaudits and title than I care to count. So when I was told that I could find the highest level of challenge here, I had no doubts about signing up.

Kazara pauses, and his features darken a little.

Kazara: But when I get here, what do I find? That this fed not only practices, but downright glorifies, the kind of garbage wrestling that I thought was the preserve of the inbred yardtard community. Let me tell you now, I have no respect for that kind of crap – that’s not skill, that’s just 2 or more lazy fools beating one another with household implements.

The crowd isn’t taking this too well, and Kazara is being roundly booed by this point, but he either doesn’t hear them or doesn’t care.

Kazara: But it’s ok, because now I’m here, and I’m going to rescue all of you from the slough of depravity which you’ve fallen into. I’m going to show you that real wrestling, real skill, will always overcome what you people like to call “Hardcore”. And I believe I’ll begin……..this very night.

Kazara lets go of the mic and walks away into the back, and the scene fades out.

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Match 6: Michael Kross vs Latino (Ending events credit: BK London / Latino)

The penultimate match of the night is imminent, and the crowd is already getting excited as Philip begins his introductions.

Philip: The next match is a singles match, set for one fall. Entering first, he is the current ACW lightweight champion……from the Vatican City, Michael Kross!

Kross comes out to a warm reception as “Vater Unser” plays; he carries his staff in one hand, dispensing waved blessings with the other. Always a humble man, he nevertheless looks pleased at the cheers he receives and climbs up on to the turnbuckle to show his belt to the fans on reaching the ring.

Then “I stand alone” hits, and the crowd sound instantly gets uglier as Latino stalks out, staring a hole into Kross as he approaches.

Philip: And his opponent, from New York, New York……Latino!

Latino ignores all the jeering and booing from the crowd, but some of the more perceptive audience members spot that he is still inwardly a little uncomfortable with this. Latino enters the ring and circles Kross, looking at him with contempt. Kross has quietly acquired a microphone, and seeing this Latino also takes one before facing his opponent.

Latino: So you actually showed up to get your ass kicked? I wasn’t sure if you’d have the guts.

Kross doesn’t take his eyes from Latino once; his expression is not one of anger, but of concern, and Latino doesn’t like it one bit.

Kross: I will always come to those who are in need of aid, Latino. And I can see that you are in great pain…..a sickness of the soul has come over you. If you let me, I can help you……

Latino (cutting him off): Kross, save your preaching for someone who gives a damn. The only person here who needs saving is you.

With that, Latino starts to light into Kross, and the ref hurriedly signals for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Kross isn’t fully ready to defend himself, and Latino takes full advantage of this; he batters Kross around the head and shoulders, knocking him down after a few moments of unrestrained assault. The crowd boos Latino loudly, but this just seems to make him more relentless; he grabs Kross and hits a powerslam, immediately adding a second before Kross can even draw breath. Latino pins, but Kross kicks before 2; Latino throws out a string of Spanish profanities before letting Kross rise, only to sink him again with a super kick. While Kross tries to shake the stars from his vision, Latino drags him to the corner and executes a crucifix from the turnbuckle before covering again; this time it takes much more effort for Kross to break out at the 2 count. Kross rolls away and puts some distance between him and his foe; Latino immediately moves to shut this down, but Kross blocks his shot and gets in his first real offense of the match, a quick right – left – right punching sequence followed up with a flipping dropkick. This however only has a tiny effect on Latino, who whips Kross to the ropes and plants him with a flapjack on his return. Latino stamps on Kross before he can get up, and the crowd yells at him for his lack of respect; Kross is starting to look just the tiniest bit annoyed himself, and as Latino tries to stomp him again he grabs the foot, kips up and then somersaults over Latino’s head, still holding the foot and flipping Latino down to the mat. Kross drops the elbow and pins, but Latino throws him off before 2 and if anything seems to be getting stronger as his anger builds up. Latino rises, and taunts Kross as the pair start to circle again, the sound of the crowd ringing in their ears.

Kross is the first to make a move; he tries to come forward and lock up with Latino, but his foe instead hits him with a flurry of blows before using a powerful Northern Lights Suplex. Once this has been successfully completed, Latino goes for his famous triple verticals; the first and second are quite straightforward, but on the third he strays just a touch too close to the ropes and Kross holds on with his feet so that Latino can’t complete the sequence. Latino curses and is forced to let go, and Kross drops down and rolls out of the ring; Latino though is not put off, and as Kross stands up Latino uses the top rope for a split – legged moonsault variation that drives Kross to the hard floor as it hits. The fans in the front appeal to Kross to get himself moving, but their pleas just make Latino laugh cruelly, and he takes obvious pleasure in whipping Kross into the ring post, shoulder first. Kross staggers away, holding his side, and Latino continues by DDTing Kross to the floor and then ramming his forehead against the safety barriers as an encore. Kross is now looking in poor shape, and Latino throws him back into the ring and follows to stop the ref’s count at 7. Latino taunts both Kross and his fans, and then utilizes a brutal diamond cutter to drop Kross to the mat. Kross is down close to the centre of the ring; Latino smirks and heads to the corner post, flipping off the crowd as he goes, but just as he is about to launch for the frog splash……

Voice: Oh, La – tiii – no…..

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Latino spins around on the top of the post, and everyone joins him in watching the titantron, where the speaker is revealed to be BK London. He’s back in his casual attire, and is standing somewhere outside in the parking lot.

BK: Latino, why do you continue to deny what everyone here can clearly see?

Latino glares at the screen, but doesn’t speak.

BK: You say you don't have feelings for AK anymore, you say she means nothing to you……. Heh, remind me to play you at poker some time, because you aren’t fooling anyone. But hey, I’m not here to sort out your love life, pal. Let’s assume for a moment that I believe all that crap you’re spouting…..I know for a fact that there is still one thing that you care about a great deal.

Latino looks very angry, but he becomes positively livid as the camera shot draws back to show his customized lowrider. It seems to be wet all over with some kind of liquid.

Latino (slowly, in a very dangerous tone): BK, get the hell away from my ride. NOW.

BK: Hmm, let me think about it…….. NO.

The crowd cheers this.

BK: I am gonna make you pay for what you did to me and AK on Meltdown, you douche. Now I know I sorta cost you your title shot against Rose but that is not enough.

Latino (his voice rising with anger): Dammit BK, get the hell away from my car!

The camera moves back and it shows a dark trail of gunpowder from the lowrider to where BK is standing. Latino goes very pale, and the crowd goes nuts.

BK: Latino, your car is doused in gasoline. And now I am about to light this bitch up.

Latino: No, no……….Don’t you even think about-

With a flash of a smile, BK lights a match and he throws it on the gunpowder. The trail of gunpowder lights up and sparks as it quickly burns toward the parked car. As it hits the gasoline the Low Rider bursts into a blaze of flames; it burns for several seconds before the gas tank is hit, and the whole thing explodes, making the camera crew dive for cover. The wrecked lowrider is shown burning at an odd angle from the toppled camera; BK leans down to look into the lens, and he smiles before he walks out of the shot.

Back in the ring Latino is in shock at what he’s just seen. He has absolutely no idea that Kross has recovered and has watched the last part of the scene unfold, so when Kross jumps up to the post next to him he’s in no position to defend against the superplex. The crowd roars as the pair hit the canvas, and without delay Kross heads back to the post for his Divine Wrath (450 splash). The move hits, and Kross just about manages to keep Latino’s shoulders down for the 1-2-3.

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

The crowd is off its collective head at this shock result; Latino shoves Kross away, but he’s too taken aback to do anything other than stare around him. The ref hands Kross his belt back, and Kross turns to leave, but then pauses and turns back to Latino, who is rising to his feet.

Kross: Material things can be replaced or mended, Victor, but a broken heart is much more difficult to heal. But it can be done……..if you act in time.

Kross makes the crucifix sign, and then leaves quietly with a small wave to his fans. Latino’s shock is being replaced by utter fury at BK, and he is already planning his revenge as he walks to the back; it’s anyone’s guess as to whether Kross’ words have lodged themselves somewhere in the back of his mind.

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Segment: A new Challenge (Credit: Bladeshadow)

As everyone waits for the next matchup, “Step Up” by Drowning Pool hits, and BladeShadow comes out to the ring. The crowd gives him a great pop, and he takes his time making his way to the ring, slapping high fives and signing a few autographs. Once he reaches the ring, he grabs a microphone.

Blade: Hey, tonight I am out here because I wanted to announce my plans for Samhain, but before that, I’d like to explain how I came to my current decision. It would seem one of the hot topics on most wresting sites has been what am I going to do now that I am no longer the champion. Now it would seem most of you want to, and even expect me to go back and have a rematch with Skurai.

Blade pauses for a second to allow for the explosion of screams from the fans, at the mere thought of a rematch.

Blade: However, If there is anything I learned during my World Title reign, it’s that being the world champion makes you the target of just about every person in the locker room, and as you’ve seen over the past couple of months that can be incredibly taxing on one’s personal life, so I’ve decided to bow out, and give Skurai a chance to be champion.

The crowd boos a bit, but this quickly dies back down.

Blade: So instead, I’ve decide to move on, to find another area to explore. And so I decided to start what I hope to be a great tag career. Now don’t get me wrong, V-3 and I have had some great matches, but both of us have allowed our singles careers to overshadow our tag ones. That’s why, come Samhain, both V-3 and I are going to take on……Angelo and Enzo, for the tag titles!!

Right then, Angelo comes tearing out from backstage, looking absolutely irate; he stands at the top of the stage, microphone in hand.

Angelo: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I never agreed to this match!

Blade: Afraid, Angelo?

Angelo: HELL NO! But what makes you think I’ll accept this match?

Blade: Well, you did say you’d face me anytime anywhere didn’t you, last Thursday?

Footage from last Thursday’s confrontation between TIM and Blade is shown on the titantron.

Angelo (getting annoyed): Right, but I never said a tag shot. I mean, you said it yourself, you’re a tag novice, what makes you think you deserve to go right to the top of the tag division and face the champs?

It looks like a blazing row is on the cards, but then Chairman Ginger comes on the titantron from inside his office.

Ginger: That’s actually a very good point Angelo, and normally I would agree. However, considering both Blade’s and V-3’s outstanding singles careers, I’ve decided to let their current lack of tag experience slide, barring one stipulation. Which is that this Thursday, V-3 and BladeShadow have to face and beat any team of Angelo’s choosing, outside of TIM!

The fans seem quite pleased with this idea, as does Angelo. Angelo looks up, thinks for a second, and smiles.

Angelo: Fine boss, and I already know the PERFECT team to beat yo ass in, see you on Thursday Blade, HAHAHA!

Angelo struts out behind the curtain. Blade just stands there, his eyes slightly narrowed, trying to work out what team Angelo could have thought of so quickly, Prison Break, Rose and Ridley, it didn’t matter, he’d train hard, and be ready for anyone. He walks out of the ring, smiles, and walks out to the back stage, again taking his time and conversing with the fans as he goes.

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Match 7: V3 vs White Rose (Ending Events and Script Credit: White Rose, with assistance from Skurai)

The previous contest would have easily qualified as main event material in most feds, but ACW always likes to go that extra mile for its fans. The sense of anticipation is strong in the arena as the fans await the final match of the evening.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our last fixture tonight is an intergender contest, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas………….V3!

”Git Up” hits, and the crowd rises in unison to greet the former International Champion. V3 walks out and is in a fighting mood; he doesn’t seem to have suffered any lasting injury from KOTDM, and his performance there has substantially increased his fanbase to take in some of the more violently – inclined. V3 steps into the ring and acknowledges the crowd’s support with 2 raised arms as he walks around.

There’s a short pause, and then the unmistakable “Scars of Time” echoes around the arena as the equally unmistakable silhouette of his opponent slinks into view at the stage entrance.

Philip: And his opponent, from St Petersburg, Russia……..Alexandra Kaesar, the White Rose!

Rose comes to the ring looking calm and focused on the task ahead, paying no heed to the disapproval of the fans. There’s no ceremony or superfluous pomp; she merely removes her silk robe and discards it before regarding V3 with her slate grey eyes. V3 doesn’t shrink from her gaze though, and all the signs point to a quality encounter as the ref concludes preparations and calls for the match to begin.

Bell Rings.

Things don’t get going straight away; the protagonists take a little time to regard one another and slowly pace around, with the crowd getting louder with each passing moment. It’s Rose who loses patience first, and she darts in to land a couple of left – handed shots before retreating out of range again, taking her time. For his part, V3 just absorbs this first attack, and gives Rose a half smile as if saying, “c’mon, don’t you want to play?” Rose raises an eyebrow at V3’s bravado, and then starts her attack for real, striking with super – quick punches and kicks that V3 has real trouble trying to evade. V3 tries to back away but quickly decides that this isn’t a viable option, so instead he starts dishing out punishment of his own and fists and feet are thrown in a dizzying burst of combat before V3 lands a kick to the side of Rose’s head that temporarily plays havoc with her sense of balance. V3 knows that he won’t get many chances for a clear attack on Rose, so he makes the most of this one and uses his Kamikaze (inverted DVD) before making a pin. V3 isn’t messing about and he exerts all the force he can in trying to keep Rose down for the necessary 3 seconds; as a result Rose really has to fight to get free and the count has passed 2 when she manages it. Rose looks more angry at herself than at V3 for this, but of course it’s V3 who has to take the consequences and Rose reacts without delay, using the ropes for a moonsault and then immediately delivering a suplex, releasing V3 as she throws him so that he is sent into a corner. Rose rushes in and stamps and kicks at V3 before he can get up, and the crowd boo her angrily, but Rose doesn’t care and she concludes by lifting V3 on to the turnbuckle and then using a hurracanrana from this position to send him crashing back to the mat. The crowd audibly winces, and Rose gets a solid 2 from her cover before V3 rolls away, more from instinct than from a conscious decision.