Monday Night Warfare 13th March 2006

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Monday Night Warfare 13th March 2006

Schedule of Matches:
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Rattlesnake vs. Brian Carnage

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ACW LHW Title #1 Contender Fatal Four Way
Dan White
Red's Only Fan
VorteX
Iris

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ACW Tag Title Match
Cold Blooded Killers vs. Jake Cheng & Jonny Spade

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ACW Entertainment Title Match
Tornado vs. Rawt

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Hardcore Match
Santiago Rivera vs. RDK

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BK London vs. Jonny Spade

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Opening Segment: Lost... (Credit: Hunter)

Warfare launches into action with a certain chutzpah, broadcasting the usual; scenes of cheering fans, loud music and pyro. Backstage, however, things are not as they should be, and the crowd settles as the alphatron is brought to life.

The first scene of the evening begins without a moment's hesitation, as the ACW faithful are able to gaze upon the inner-most secrets of the ACW arena, where the corporate offices are located and where the most important ACW secrets are divulged. And today is no different, as the workers sputter around trying to put on yet another amazing show. The camera shifts its focus away from the workers and instead focuses on an all-too-familiar door, a door that opens momentarily and allows access to the contents inside. And the contents of this room happen to be a large desk, a large pile of paperwork, and a none-too-pleased Chairman. Once he hears a knock on his door, he grunts and rubs his eyelids; the last thing he needs is more work.

Ginger: Come in.

The door opens and one of the generic ACW workers arrives inside the room.

Worker: Uh...yeah...Mr. Gingerdude...

Ginger: That would be me, yes. I am extremely busy right now, so if you could just get to the point...

Worker: Oh, yes sir. Well...I feel that I should inform you that Hunter has not arrived here yet.

Ginger: Well, last I checked I did not need him here.

Worker: No, I mean at the arena.

Ginger: ...well then dock him a few week's pay. Trouble over. Anything else?

Worker: Well...that's not the thing. If you saw, on Fallout he left in a strange woman's car.

Ginger: Pfft, women. They never help me get anything done around here. We all know Hunter's female companions are the kind that'll keep a man busy for ages.

Worker: She was not his type, sir. The strange part was that he guaranteed he'd return by now.

Ginger, though showing no signs of worry about Hunter, does indeed show signs of worry about the man who holds his company's World Title...and they are not the same person.

Ginger: Did you attempt to phone him?

Worker: Yes...but still nothing. His car is still at the arena, though.

Ginger: Are you sure he's not just playing a trick?

Worker: We checked all security cameras. The last time he was seen in the arena, according to those tapes, was on Saturday after his match with Angelus.

Ginger leans back in his chair and silently strokes his chin.

Ginger: All right, let's not file a missing persons report just yet. Give it some time. We'll see what happens.

Worker: Yes sir.

The worker nods slightly and turns around, silently exiting the door. Ginger sits in his chair and continues fiddling with his chin in a curious manner. Upon further inspection, he decides that he should not worry about it as much and returns back to his work. But he can never deny that he did not have that solemn thought in his head the whole time he was doing something else:

May the angels be with Hunter...wherever he may be.

Fade Out.

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Segment: “Proof of Greatness” (Credit: Rattlesnake)

The Alphatron shows the door outside of Rattlesnake's locker room. Charlotte King stands outside the locker room and waits.

Charlotte: Tonight, the man who calls himself the "Vision of Greatness," Rattlesnake, is right behind this door and requested this time.

Rattlesnake steps out of his locker room and stands next to Charlotte.

Charlotte: So Rattlesnake, last Thursday you debuted and picked up your first win, how does it feel?

Rattlesnake: It feels like part of a routine. It feels like something you do each and every day like drinking or eating or even sleeping. It was like a natural part of your everyday life. For someone great like me, it was really nothing new.

Charlotte: Ok, then tell us about tonight. You face Brian Carnage.

Rattlesnake: Who?

Charlotte: Brian Carnage.

Rattlesnake: Who?

Charlotte: I just told you who.

Rattlesnake: And I just told you "who?" as in who in the hell is that?

Charlotte: Well he's-

Rattlesnake cuts Charlotte off.

Rattlesnake: I don't care who he is. The only thing that I do care about is being his "Claim to Fame." It's fitting that his last name is Carnage. That's the same word that can be used to describe what happens in the ring tonight...carnage. If you thought my debut match wasn't very impressive, just wait. I'll give you all something to be impressed about.

Rattlesnake turns to Charlotte and blocks everything except her face.

Rattlesnake: In fact, Charlotte, I believe you are one of those people who seems to be unimpressed by me being here.

Charlotte: Well...I never said that. Everyone that comes here has the ability to impress me and everyone else.

Rattlesnake: That may be true, but I know something that would impress even you.

The sound of a zipper being undone is heard. The look on Charlotte's face goes into total shock.

Rattlesnake: I bet you've never seen one as big as that. Now you know why I'm called Rattlesnake.

Charlotte: That is huge. That's very...impressive.

The camera moves over to the side to get the front of Rattlesnake on the screen and the thing revealed is a huge tattoo of a rattlesnake starting on Rattlesnake's torso going down his right leg and stopping about a 8 inches shy of his foot.

Rattlesnake: Wait...impressive? That's not really impressive. It's greatness. As for tonight, Brian Carnage will have his claim to fame and it will be all over.

Rattlesnake conceals the tattoo and smirks.

Rattlesnake: After my match, everyone's brush will greatness will be at its end.

Rattlesnake walks away.

Charlotte: And there you have it. Rattlesnake bears the...mark of greatness.

The scene fades out.

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Match 1: Rattlesnake vs. Brian Carnage (Credit: Latino)

The crowd is waiting eagerly for the first match of the evening, so there is a loud pop as the cameras show Philip ascending the steps to the ring. He takes a breath, looks around at the crowd, and then speaks.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall and is set for a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first from Greenock, Scotland…weighing in at 214 lbs…..Brian Carnage!

Open your Eyes by Guano Apes starts to play as the fans all around the arena jump with a big pop. They weren’t expecting to see Carnage on the show but are indeed happy about the surprise. The former Junior runs down the entranceway as he slaps hands with the many fans leaning over the barrier. He then runs up the steps and stops at the apron. Carnage points around to all the fans and then quickly steps between the ropes as his theme continues to play. He jumps into the middle of the ring and spins quickly.

Phillip: And his opponent from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 297 lbs….”The Vision of Greatness”….Rattlesnake!

The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to boos from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.

* The Bell Rings *

Rattlesnake does not hesitate to start the match as he rams into Carnage. The former Junior champ is pushed into the corner and faces an avalanche of assault as Rattlesnake attacks with repeated forearms to the face and back. He then knees him in the stomach and then throws Carnage back into the corner by the grab of his neck. Rattlesnake takes a step back and then throws a jab directly into the face of his opponent. He throws another and then another and then one final one. He looks around to all the fans and then gives out his signature snake-like wave, garnering a large assortment of boos. He then lunges at him with a big clothesline. Carnage is pulled up a good two or three inches in the air from the attack and then falls down right on his butt. Rattlesnake looks down at him with a grin and the fans all around the arena start up a chant for the fan favorite. “CARNAGE! CARNAGE! CARNAGE!” Rattlesnake starts smacking the back of Carnage’s head in a cocky and humiliating manner. He then drags him back onto his feet and whips him into the ropes.

Brian runs across the ring and then bounces off the ropes. As he returns, Rattlesnake tries for a running clothesline but the lightweight ducks the advance. The fans start to cheer as it seems he is gaining an advantage. Carnage quickly turns around and gives his opponent a dropkick to the back. This catches him off guard and he takes a stumble down to one knee face first. Carnage then runs to the ropes that are to the side of him and springboards off the middle ropes. He goes for a crossbody block but Rattlesnake quickly gets back up and in one fluid motion leaps at Carnage with a shoulder block. Both trains collide and Carnage takes most of the attack as Rattlesnake drives him into the mat. He then goes for cover as the Referee slides onto the mat and counts for the pinfall.
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TH-Rattlesnake breaks the count himself as he pulls away. He looks around with a cocky smile and the Referee gives him a “What the hell are you doing” look. The fans are all booing but it’s clear that Rattlesnake is clearly not done with his fun. He stands up and immediately starts stomping repeatedly on his smaller opponent. After a few seconds, the Referee stops him and he backs off momentarily. He looks around and as Carnage starts to get up, Rattlesnake gives him another kick this time in the torso. The already battered superstar rolls over on his back and holds his torso in pain. Rattlesnake drags him to his feet and whips him towards the ropes. He pulls him back before he can really run and then quickly pulls off a single arm DDT. Carnage’s body stiffens straight up and then falls down on his left side. Rattlesnake sits up as he looks around with that already signature smirk. The fans’ boos seem to strengthen with each re-occurrence and Rattlesnake seems to enjoy it every time he hears it. The cameras all pan around the arena and shows as many fans are on their feet yelling towards the ring. Many hold up signs that say “Rattlesnake sucks!” and of course one zooms in on a young child that is <b>way</b> too into the show. The cameras now cut back to the ring as Ratttlesnake is already on his feet. Carnage is using the ropes to get back up ever so slowly. After having some trouble, he finally gets back to his feet and as he turns around Rattlesnake is right there. He lifts himself up and onto his shoulders and then spins him around. At the same time Rattlesnake twists and jumps up and expertly finishes off with the Snakebite. Carnage automatically bounces up but then falls back onto the mat face first. Rattlesnake pushes him on his back and hooks his leg for the cover once again.
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Phillip: Here is your winner….Rattlesnake!

As Blind by Silverchair starts to play again Rattlesnake holds up both arms in victory. He wipes the sweat off his face as if he has just finished fighting a long, drawn, back and forth battle and even goes as far as to ask the Referee for help leaving the ring. The fans are definitely not happy with the results. As Rattlesnake walks down the entranceway he looks at a few disgruntled fans and yells out mockingly “He almost beat me! Did you see it!?” He then laughs as he walks away and the show cuts to commercial.

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Segment: We’re scary…very scary. OoOoOoOohhhh!
(Credit: Angelus and Torak...Scratch that...Scott & NBK)

The camera cuts backstage, Charlotte is standing still getting ready to address all of ACW.

Charlotte: Welcome everybody. Right now I am standing next to two of the most feared monsters in ACW history, Tora--- Wait a minute…This can’t be right...

: Read it!!!

Charlotte: Welcome all of ACW, right now I am standing next to two of the most feared monsters in ACW history, Torak and Angelus Kincaid.

Moments later, very cheaply imitated versions of Torak and Angelus step on screen. The costumes are poorly put together; on purpose you ask?...Given the circumstances, YES! Torak appeared to be Scott Andrews wearing a black wig made for a woman and a black ski mask. The culprit playing Angelus must obviously be NBK. He is wearing a paper bag with holes for eyes nose and mouth, stitches were drawn on it in black marker, a wig was worn as well. The two men hold their arms out like Frankenstein’s monster.

Fake Torak: Raaaarrrrr! Grrrr … Murder, death!

The fans can make out a faint laugh coming from both members of CBK.

Fake Angelus: *Snarl*… Bruises, broken bones, and blood!

Fans once again here a faint laugh.

Fake Torak: I will torture you…Point finger and stare.

Fake Angelus: No, your not supposed to read that part.

Fake Torak stomps his foot.

Fake Torak: SON OF A B- - -

Fake Angelus: No, don’t swear… Our mommy’s are watching.

Fake Torak: Oh yeah, I hope my mommy makes us her special cookies.

Fake Angelus: The ones shaped like people?

Fake Torak: Yep, those ones. Remember when we pretended they were people’s souls?

Fake Angelus claps his hands together and jumps up and down in an excited manner.

Fake Angelus: Yeah, that was fun…Now let’s get back to monster business.

Fake Torak: I will bring lots of pain. The kind you won’t like…

Both monsters giggle like school girls. The camera backs up and reveals both Angelus and Torak are wearing dresses.

Fake Torak: What?...We like comfort.

Fake Angelus: Yeah, and the draft. He he he.

Fake Torak: Yeah, one can easily break out in a sweat killing people, it can give you a monster rash.

Fake Angelus: Scott and NBK… Watch out.

Fake Torak finds a light switch and flicks it on and off repeatedly.

Fake Torak: Rarrrrrrr, scary, scary…worms, maggots and dead bodies everywhere.

Fake Angelus: Yeah, big, hairy, bloody dead bodies.

Fake Torak sticks his finger underneath the ski mask mimicking picking his nose, Fake Angelus licks the mask(Paper bag) in an exotic manner. A crashing noise is heard.

Fake Angelus: Noooo, here they come… They are too ultimate, with karate chop and ass kicking action…Batteries not included!!!

Both poorly imitated monsters run off of camera only to have…The Cold Blooded Killers magnificently strut on camera. (Wow, what a coincidence. I bet we all didn’t see that one coming...)

NBK: Look at those idiots run away. I always knew they liked wearing dresses, what a bunch of freaks. Last week, yeah you know what I’m getting at… I would like to give credit to Angelus for attacking me from behind. Bravo, I never pegged you for someone who attacks his foes from behind. Wait a minute, that’s all you do. Congratulations on succeeding at giving me a headache, as you can see that’s about all you have given me. Unlike others, I am made of 272 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal. It’s going to take a lot more than a piledriver to put me out, junior!

Scott: The same goes for you Torak! You only beat me because I was distracted! A foul tactic...For shame...

The crowd boo, and muffled conversation can be heard due to the hypocritical statement from Scott. It's not like he's capitalized on a good opportunity to win a match.</sarcasm>

NBK: But I think enough damage has been done to your image for now. Because we've got a bigger thing ahead of us. Tonight, the Cold Blooded Killers regain what is rightfully theirs...The ACW Tag Team Titles!

Scott: Listen to the man! What he's saying is the truth. The Cold Blooded Killers are NO PUSHOVER! Sure, we've had our ups and downs in our career, but we have proven time and time again that we are the most DAAAAANGEROOOOOUUSSS!!!!11!! Tag Team in ACW History! And so that being said, I'd like to move onto our opponents for tonight. Jake Cheng and Jonny Spade. You two are nothing but a fluke. A one off fling in the Tag Title scene. But us? We're the Cold Blooded Killers. The Serial Thrillahs, and the tag scene pillars! We know how to win as a single unit. It comes naturally to a pair of incredible competitors such as ourselves. We gel in that ring. And that's something a thrown together team doesn't have. We have the edge tonight. We have the victory. We have the ACW Tag Team Titles. Because tonight, Jake and Jonny, there's gonna be an assassination. And unfortunately, it's you!

Scott and NBK look very serious by the end of this segment, in comparison to what was happening in the beginning. It just goes to show how much these titles mean to them. It's what they work for. It's why they're a team. Those titles keep them going. And for them, to win them would mean the world. And the end of it. Oooooh...Not really, the world would still exist. Only Scott and NBK would be the ACW Tag Team Champions...End.

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Match 2: ACW LHW Title #1 Contender Fatal Four Way

It’s only the second match, but the crowd’s really looking forward to this; Philip has to pause a moment on entering the ring before he can make himself heard.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a Fatal Fourway contest, which is set for one fall – the first man or woman to achieve a pinfall or submission over one of their opponents will be declared the winner, and #1 contender for the ACW LHW Championship! Introducing first, from San Francisco, Californina, Iris Yoon!

”Starstruck” by Yellowcard hits, and Iris gets a decent welcome from the fans. She jogs to the ring, enthusiastic as ever, and walks around waving before taking up a place in one corner.

Philip: Next, from near Death Valley, CA… VorteX!

”Faint” by Linkin Park hits, and VorteX emerges, carrying his ladder, and slowly heads to the ring as his complex pyro and lighting display is played out. The fans love a bit of spectacle, and cheer; VorteX wisely leaves his ladder on the outside before entering the ring this time, and waits silently for the rest of his opponents.

The smoke clears, and then “Reptile” hits, causing the crowd to boo loudly.

Philip: The third competitor, from Columbus, Ohio… he is a member of the Untouchables, the OnlyRedsFan!

Red walks with a slight swagger to the ring, ignoring the catcalls from the crowd. He’s one of the veterans in this match, and expects to do well; he gives a slightly dismissive glance to both Iris and VorteX, which makes the crowd boo more.

Finally, “The Welsh National Anthem” hits, and the booing steps up heavily as Dan White shows himself on the main stage.

Philip: And the final participant, from Cardiff, Wales… he is also a member of the Untouchables, “Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

Dan walks to the ring with a confident look on his face, and well he might; as by far the most experienced man in this match, the odds are on his side. However, one should never be complacent, especially in ACW… all the competitors look hungry for victory, and the referee completes his checks efficiently so that the match can get underway.

Bell Rings.

There’s no standoff to begin this match; it’s obvious that Red and Dan have good reason to work together, and despite being inexperienced in comparison Iris and VorteX go straight to work, splitting the pair up and taking the fight to them. VorteX opens up with some sharp, swift kicks to the abdomen and ribs of Dan; Red tries to make Iris tie up, but Iris instead whips Red away from her to the near ropes. Red rebounds from them and goes for a knockdown, which Iris counters with an armdrag. She attempts to hold on and twist Red’s arm, but Red is too strong for this and frees himself, getting back up quickly and pushing Iris back into the corner with some forearm blows. On the other side of the ring, Dan has steeled himself against VorteX’s attack and sends him into the ropes, delivering a flapjack as he returns. However, VorteX uses his great agility to land safely, and this is unobserved by Dan so that as he turns toward the place where he expects to see VorteX flat out, he instead is met with a beautiful roundhouse kick. Dan is stunned for a second or two and VorteX pushes him over and makes the first cover of the match, 1…2- Dan kicks out powerfully, but VorteX still gets a mental boost from his success, and jumps back up, challenging Dan to take him down. Unfortunately for VorteX, at that precise moment Red spots him, and whips Iris directly into his path so that the pair collide roughly. Neither is hurt, but VorteX is annoyed and dropkicks Iris as she tries to stand. He pins again, 1,2 – and is pulled bodily away by Dan and Red, who have at last had a chance to meet and combine their efforts. The crowd boos loudly as they perform a double powerbomb on their fellow lightweight, and then throw him over the ropes to the outside. VorteX lands heavily, and Red and Dan smirk as they turn their attention back to their other opponent.

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It’s fortunate for Iris that she has a quick recovery time; she needs to use all her speed to get back on her feet and away before Dan and Red can get close enough to attack. Both men look at Iris, and smirk, evidently not considering her much of a threat; this gets both the crowd and Iris quite angry, and Iris takes up a fighting stance. This just amuses Dan and Red more, and Red steps forward, taking a swing at Iris with his foot. Iris grimaces a little at the strike, but sucks it up and then shows Red how it should be done with a kick of her own; at the first sign of trouble Dan moves in, wise enough to know that underestimating someone is a quick and easy route to defeat. There is more booing as Dan and Red double-team Iris, but Iris isn’t simply going to stand around and take the punishment; she rolls to the outside, runs around a corner of the ring and then jumps up on to the apron and to the ropes, springboarding into a flying crossbody takedown on Dan.

Iris tries to pin, but Red pulls her away immediately, and the Untouchable pair set to work on their foe with a variety of strikes. Iris can’t last long against this kind of assault, and as Red keeps her occupied, Dan heads to the corner, preparing himself for his Welsh Dragon corkscrew moonsault. The crowd protests… but then suddenly changes their tune, and too late Dan realizes why; VorteX jumps up on to the apron behind him, and from there on to the top turnbuckle itself. The crowd roars with delight as Vortex pulls off his Bane Grenade; as the pair take off, Red acts on instinct and hits Iris with his own Body Scissors to Ace Crusher combination. The referee sees Red pin, and counts this, missing VorteX’s own pin on Dan; Iris kicks at 2.5, and Dan after a similar amount of time, but the crowd of course is convinced that VorteX has had a rough deal, and yells at the referee. Even if Vortex wanted to complain, however, he gets little opportunity to do so; Dan is pissed off, and rises a fraction ahead of his foe to hit him with the Phoenix DDT. The crowd boos, expecting a pin, but Dan has other concerns; he instead runs over to Red, and turns him around, letting Iris make a valuable escape from Red’s attack and gain some breathing space.

There are a few seconds of tension as Dan and Red argue about who should be supporting who, and the crowd hopes that the pair will make the mistake of fighting between themselves. There is a little pushing and shoving, but both Red and Dan are alert to the risks of being distracted, and have enough sense to focus as both Iris and VorteX gather their energies and move closer. Back to back, Dan and Red are forced to defend; the crowd shouts for Iris and VorteX, but Dan and Red have a different idea, and push their opponents back a little way before abruptly whipping them toward one another. VorteX and Iris have only a second or so to react, and the crowd is thrilled as instead of colliding, the pair link up with one arm each and VorteX swings Iris around, lifting her off of her feet entirely so that she strikes both Dan and Red in the same circular motion. The crowd loves it, but VorteX’s actions are not entirely altruistic; as Iris comes back down to the mat, VorteX swings her so that she is sent into the near corner. Iris has no chance to protect herself as VorteX nails his Whirlwind of Destruction (spinning Tornado DDT); the crowd yells loudly as Vortex grabs her legs and goes for a pin, 1…2…- Red recovers and pulls him away at the last possible second as the crowd groans, and then follows up by using his own Death Wish powerbomb. The referee, doing his best to keep up, counts a second time, 1….2….thr- and this time the crowd really is shocked as Dan coolly dislodges Red, and neatly executes his own Shellshock A to complete the “chain” of finishing moves. The ref is by now slightly confused… and perhaps it’s this that makes him miss the fact that Red gets a foot on the ropes as the pin is made. He counts, 1…2…3.

Philip; Here is your winner…. And # contender for the ACW Lightheavyweight title, the “Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

”The Welsh National Anthem” hits, and Dan stands up and raises his arms, very pleased with his victory. He helps Red to his feet, too; Red seems a little confused as to what exactly happened, but Dan doesn’t really notice this, and instead smirks at Iris and VorteX as they exit the ring. Iris ignores Dan, and waves to the fans, her emotions a mix of disappointment at the result and pleasure at being part of a great match. For his part, VorteX collects his ladder, and gives both Dan and Red a pointed stare – he had them on the back foot several times in the match, and they’ve got a lot of work to do before either of them can say that they’ve truly defeated the up-and-coming superstar.

Dan enjoys his victory to the full before sliding out of the ring; Red is already on his way to the back, and the fans close by can now see that he’s not entirely happy, and justifiably so. Where will this twisting path lead next? The fans will have to wait to find out, as the show cuts to commercials.

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Segment: ...And Found (Credit: Hunter)

Watching television, the viewers at home seem to gain a general understanding of what is happening in ACW, as they see and hear that which they need to know. But unfortunately, there are those important things that the people must view and the people must be aware of that television does not allow access to. Such is a time, when the behind the scenes workers of ACW scramble around to attempt to learn the whereabouts of one Andrew Hunter. They look in all the wrong places, unfortunately, as his position is sound, safe, and secure...but not for him. No, his lack of presence in ACW can be explained with a simple tale. And this tale begins at the farthest depths of the world, where no holy mortals dare to tread...

Hunter uncomfortably shifts his legs in the limousine, rather annoyed with the lack of space one of these vehicles provides. Across from him sits the silent and emotionless Mrs. Smith, hand folded in her lap and looking out the window at the newfound light. Hunter would attempt to see what she sees, but unfortunately for him the blindfold he wears prevents him from seeing beauty. The car comes to a sudden halt that almost throws Hunter forward. He hears a slight chuckle, and then the macabre voice of Mrs. Smith hits his ears.

Mrs. Smith: You should have worn your seatbelt.

Hunter: Maybe...but I've never been one for safety.

Another chuckle, this time followed by the sound of an opening car door.

?: Ma'am.

Mrs. Smith moves past Hunter and exits the vehicle, looking around and seemingly content with what she sees.

Mrs. Smith: You can come out now, Mr. Hunter. We're here.

Hunter difficultly steps out of the car and is greeted with the smell of fresh air, with a few hints of baked pastries and ocean water scent.

Hunter: And where exactly is "here"?

He reaches for his blindfold and takes it off at the second that he hears Mrs. Smith's voice.

Mrs. Smith: Home.

The light hits his eyes with a tremendous force to the point where he must grab them with his hands and attempt to block out the light. He rubs his eyes slightly and then looks up to see the last thing he'd ever suspect:

Hunter: ...a town?

Mrs. Smith: Well this is home, Mr. Hunter. It may be nothing compared to your city life...but it is enough.

Part of him thought she had been speaking metaphorically this whole time. His highly active imagination had perceived that he was on the highway to hell...and he still might be right.

Hunter: How long were we in the car?

Mrs. Smith: Oh...roughly fifteen hours or so.

Hunter: Didn't feel like it...

Mrs. Smith: You slept, Mr. Hunter. You wouldn't remember.

Hunter chuckles and finally looks at the town a few meters away from him. There are a host of small white buildings with two being especially tall: what appears to be the town hall and what is simply a house larger than the others. Mrs. Smith begins walking down the path and Hunter decides that it would be best to follow her. They reach the entrance of the town (as apparent by the opening in the white picket fence surrounding the entire area) and are instantly greeted by Miss Smith, Hunter's personal angel.

Miss Smith: Welcome back, mother...

She turns and looks at Hunter. She smiles and bows slightly.

Miss Smith: ...Mr. Hunter.

Hunter: Hi.

Mrs. Smith quickly crashes their reconvention and starts motioning around the town.

Mrs. Smith: As I said previously, Hunter, this is our home. It is not large by any means, but it houses our vast population.

Hunter looks around and looks at all of the men, women, and children who are walking, working, or playing around the town in general. All wear what Mrs. Smith would describe as "proper" clothing, and all are cheery to the point where it slightly startles Hunter.

Mrs. Smith: We had roughly seventy people living here last time I checked. Each one of them is satisfied with his or her life, just the way it should be.

Hunter hears a crash and notices that a woman has dropped a bin that contained clothing and many items of that nature. Seconds later, three men come from out of nowhere and grab her belongings, placing them back into her bin and bowing once their job has been complete. She smiles enthusiastically and thanks them...and then another thought hits Hunter: there is not a single scrap of litter anywhere around this town. The houses are clean, the windows are clean, the floors are clean, the grass is clean, and the people are clean. Such cleanliness Hunter does not see often in the city.

Mrs. Smith: This is our town hall. The majority of the time we must use it only in times of dire emergency or when there is a trouble that has arisen. We have not used it often.

Hunter looks up at the building, which he earlier correctly identified as the town hall. Its smooth texture speaks to him in ways he would never imagine.

Mrs. Smith: You see, Mr. Hunter, our town has never experienced murder, crime, or poverty of any sort. People die, yes, but this is due to old age or disease we were unable to prevent. But here, everyone is happy and everyone is friends with each other. It is a perfect world, Mr. Hunter.

She seems confident in her statement, but Hunter is far from confident in his presence here. He does not yet understand why...but for some reason he is uncomfortable here. He looks down at a large sign that is hung from the right side of the town hall.

Hunter: "Gehenna Town Hall?"

Mrs. Smith: Yes. It is a town hall, after all. And this town's name IS Gehenna.

Gehenna. Somewhere, Hunter could have sworn that he heard that name before. He shrugs it off rapidly, though he still has a lingering thought in his head that perhaps his arrival here is not for the best. He wishes to go home. But it is too late for that.

Mrs. Smith: We are almost at our beloved abode, Mr. Hunter. You should enjoy it there.

Hunter slightly nods and continues looking around. And then suddenly his eyes stop open something he can never recognize. Amidst the white houses and the people all wearing white colored clothing, he sees a lone figure in a long black robe, the figure's back to him. Hunter looks around and cannot understand how the other people do not see this mysterious figure, and so rapidly he begins to stare at the figure, hoping to never lose it like in every cliché horror movie.

Mrs. Smith: Mr. Hunter, can you catch up with us please?

Hunter refuses to turn his head...and then he blinks and the figure simply disappears. He looks at the spot where it used to be in more than a confused manner, but once Mrs. Smith calls to him once more he decides to ignore this strange occurrence, and so he rejoins the women. They continue walking together until Mrs. Smith stops and turns towards our beloved protagonist.

Mrs. Smith: This is our house, Mr. Hunter. Please enter.

Hunter looks up at the house and recognizes this as the third building he noticed that was taller than the others. However, there is a strange feeling he receives. He gets a sudden shiver down his spine, which is clearly noticed by the Smiths.

Mrs. Smith: Are you all right?

Hunter: I'm fine...it's just...

Miss Smith: What?

Hunter looks down at his angel and sees her look of simultaneous worry and fear. He ponders her question, and then slowly he is able to comprehend what this feeling is.

Hunter: ...déjà vu.

Mrs. Smith thinks nothing of it and opens the door to her house, holding it open for the two of them. Miss Smith enters first into the house, and Hunter slowly looks up at the house once more, realizing he has no other choices. Now all he can hope for is that he will not feel the wrath divine from these people. But logically, he should not. He is in the home of angels, and not just Miss Smith. These people are all perfect by appearance.

But appearances can be deceiving...and so can angels.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Just one of them days (Credit: BK)

As the scene opens with a camera shot of the wild and ecstatic ACW fans who are going crazy in the stands. The camera catches various signs quickly before focusing on the stage where the heelish beat of "Hold Ya Head" sounds throughout the arena. The loud and nearly deafening cheering that once engulf the packed arena has been abruptly replaced by the intense booing for the former ACW Heavyweight Champion, BK London.

BK London walks out onto the stage to only a black wifebeater with his logo on it, a light blue pair of Enyce jeans, and black on black uptowns/air force ones. He walks down to the ring with has trademark strut, a strut that exemplifies the very power and his cockiness. He hops up on the apron before glaring at the crowd through the black lens of his sunglasses, before stepping into the ring. BK then proceeds to walk to the corner and he gets one foot on the middle turnbuckle to hoist himself up but then he stops and thinks about it. He takes his foot off the middle turnbuckle and then shakes his head side to side, saying ultimately to the crowd that they don't deserve to witness him.

He then calls for Philip to hand him a microphone, hurrying him in the process and Philip quickly hands it to him to not give him any trouble. Getting ready to talk on the mic, he steps into the middle of the ring and then chants of "Jonny! Jonny! Jonny!" are heard echoing throughout the arena. London removes his glasses, revealing his eyes - the eyes of a relentless, cold blooded, arrogant, man.

BK: Chant it up ladies and gentlemen! Chant it the FUCK UP! Cause you know what, I always - ALWAYS - get the last laugh and I proved that last Thursday on Meltdown. That's right, I'm talking about putting his little bitch dog in the hospital...

More boos from the crowd emerge before the camera cuts to a sign that says "I love Tidus!".

BK: Now, thanks to moi, Jonny's little dog limps around with his little cone around his neck. Looking like some sort of living room lamp. But it seems that Jonny realized who he's messing with, am I right? I'm a mastermind in the ring, a diabolical plotter - hell, you could call me ACW's own bad guy...But you know what, it figures you people would chant Jonny, it's so predictable that you people would adore the "loveable" underdog that Jonny is.

More chants of Jonny emerge as BK continues walking back and forth in the ring.

BK: But go back to your history books guys, look back at your old ACW tapes, Jonny and I have had numerous encounters. And on nearly every occasion, except one, I have come out on top. Whether it was him one on one, or he was teaming up with his vegetable minded buddy Gooey Garth.

Chants of G-Unit are now heard in the front row.

BK: You guys just chant for everyone don't you? You guys just want to get your chance to be on national television. "Oh my god! Let's chant for G-Unit!" Maybe I'll get on television and get a tv deal so I can finally pay all my child support bills because my wife seemingly can't stay off of her back!". But back to the point - As much as you love Jonny Spade, you know deep inside that that win did not match last week, he was not the legal man. So, right here - right now - I want the replacement ref. of the match who came down when RAF was "out of commission" to come down to the ring.

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they wait for the referee to come down to the ring, BK walks up and down the ring until we hear the generic ACW theme blaring through the speakers. Keiji Makabe, the Japanese-American referee, makes his way down to the ring looking very uncomfortable as he comes down to the ring. He usually isn't called to the ring under these type of conditions. He manages to enter the ring under the middle rope while keeping a safe distance away from BK London.

BK: Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce you to our referee named.....

Ref: Keiji Makabe...

BK: Our very own Chinese referee, Keiji Makabe. Give it up everyone!

Ref: Uh...excuse me? I am not Chinese, I am Japanese - do I look Chinese to you?!

BK looks at both sides of the crowd and chuckling upon hearing his silly question.

BK: Do you look Chinese? As a matter of fact, yes you do motherfucker. But that's not the point. You decided to make your presence known in this match - and you FUCKED UP! And you know what happens to people when they fuck up? They have to pay the price - pay the piper. And tha-

Without wasting a second, BK London lays out Keiji with a Shades of Michaels that can be missed with a blink of an eye. BK stands over the referee in a dominant like stance before putting on his sunglasses. BK is just about to walk out the ring but suddenly he is attacked by what looks like a crazed fan.

The mystery person takes him down and starts pummeling him with right hands. BK attempts to block the shots but he continues to feel the fury of the huge hands of the attacker. The mystery fan rises up and he takes off his hat and sunglasses to reveal it is Jonny Spade, who gets a humungous pop from the crowd. He then removes his shirt to be less constricted and he continues to work on BK with huge right hands.

Security runs down to the ring and they pull BK under the top rope to get him away from Jonny and some of the others grab Jonny in the ring, bringing a halt to his assault. The crowd now boos because they want to see BK London get his ass kicked, and with the next events that's exactly what could happen.

The security pulls BK ringside and begins to hold him back, and they do the same to Jonny in the ring but Jonny has escaped and he dives over the top rope onto BK and the rest of security, taking everyone out. Jonny continues to lay into BK's face with stiff right hands that make the people who are close enough to witness it cringe. Security attempts to break up the two again but this time Jonny now takes some swings at the security. As Jonny is fending off security, BK escapes up the ramp with his busted open eye. He exits through the curtain and now all the security pin down Jonny on the mat to hold him back.

We know for sure Jonny is pissed with the events that occurred last week on Meltdown, but he gets his next chance at BK London tonight...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The eternal conundrum

Fox, share with me your wisdom,
To see the unseen
And unseen, see.

- Native American Saying

It’s busy everywhere in the ACW building, much as it always is when a show is on. It’s a situation where the fine detail is often overwhelmed by the sheer volume of things happening; the camera pans around the open area backstage that houses vending machines, packing cases and items waiting to be moved to a more permanent home. This is a place of transition, and of crossing paths. It’s not somewhere that anyone usually chooses to linger.

Alicia, however, doesn’t have much choice in the matter. Someone has discourteously taken the last cup of coffee without bothering to put on a replacement jug, so she has no option but to wait and listen to the espresso machine’s burbling.

On a lot of nights, this would annoy Alicia considerably, but tonight is different. With only a locker room containing her lovable but completely mad pets to return to after her training session, she’s in no particular hurry to go back. It’s an opportunity for Alicia to indulge in a little people-watching, and gauge what’s going on with the fed as a whole.

When you’re shy to a fault, as Alicia was for many of her formative years, you spend a lot of time on the periphery of things, doing your best to remain unnoticed while you observe your environment. Though in her later teenage years she eventually developed enough self-worth to come out of the shadows and gain confidence with people, Alicia has retained her skill in “reading” a room, and it continues to serve her well. It constantly surprises her how little vision most people have…

Most of the people she can see are crew members. Alicia has to think a little before she can put names to all the faces, but in some ways, that’s not all that important. A superstar or two passes by, as well; there goes Iris, with a spring in her step as she heads back to her locker room. Then a few seconds later, Red; he has his head down, and instead of taking a left toward the Untouchables’ locker room, he carries straight on. Going to see the Chairman, perhaps?

Alicia smiles as she gets a picture in her head of the perpetual logjam of people trying to see Ginger during the shows. She thinks that Ginger probably only pretends to work for the cameras, and really does all his paperwork much earlier in the day…

She glances at the coffee jug slowly filling. It’s taking its time… so nothing new there.

Back to the “action”, and another group of people has entered. It looks like some of the crew from the production booth; there are three men, and one woman, who is laughing just a little too loudly at the joke told by the tallest and most handsome of her companions. She is quite attractive, perhaps not to supermodel levels, but enough to hold the attention of the males around her.

Scratch that; there are four men, not three. It takes one wallflower to spot another, and the technician with sticky tape holding his glasses together goes totally unnoticed by everyone except Alicia herself. He has a sheaf of papers in one hand, which he consults quietly, pretending that he’s not in the least bothered about being largely ignored by his companions. Not that they’re deliberately ignoring him, of course; he’s simply slipped off of their social radar. Alicia feels a twinge of recognition as she watches him studiously keeping up this pretence, and hoping against hope that someone will bring him into the conversation. It would simply be too terrifying, too much of a risk, to actually show that you want to be part of the group…

But it looks like his luck is in. The main conversation has hit some sort of impasse, and now there is disagreement. While the blokes argue their way through the options, the girl takes a different tack, and for the first time she looks in the direction of the quiet guy with glasses. She walks over to him, and asks him a question, pointing at the document – it must be some sort of technical issue. Glasses guy answers it, patiently rephrasing when she doesn’t quite understand at first, and looking at her face rather than the feature which most men seem to prefer to address. The woman smiles; she touches his hand lightly as she laughs, and the young man smiles back. Alicia can see at once that the woman has not fully grasped the significance of her actions, nor appreciated the power she wields with the ability to grant or withdraw her favour…

To an experienced people-watcher, the evidence is clear; the woman’s expressions and movements are friendly, but that’s as far as it goes. The men watch with a languid attitude; the tall man tolerates the interaction, he clearly doesn’t see glasses guy as a “threat”-

Alicia’s attention is suddenly diverted as a whirlwind of energy comes bustling through. BK is being flanked by security as he heads to the medical room, and is as usual in a less than happy mood after his altercation with Jonny Spade. That’ll make this match of theirs interesting, AK thinks to herself, that’s BK all over… full of confidence, but sometimes his attitude gets him into hot water. That’s something I can work on, I’ll certainly need some sort of plan if I’m going to beat BK, let alone anyone else in this Genocide match-

The noise recedes as BK sweeps onward, and AK’s attention drifts back to the incidental players. At once she sees that she’s missed an important development; another person has joined the group. Alicia recognizes her as one of the diva makeup assistants; the newly arrived woman is monopolizing the conversation, and her slightly higher tone of voice and repeated touching of her hair and chest tells every woman within sight that she’s doing all she can to get the men’s full attention.

As Alicia watches, the second woman moves slowly around, and then gently places herself between the first woman and the young man with glasses. The men don’t even really notice this happening, but to Alicia the message is totally clear; glasses guy is being squeezed out of the equation. As the second woman keeps the conversation going, the first has to repeatedly look back and forth so as to follow it, and gradually she starts to mimic the second woman’s flirting patterns. Unlike the second woman, however, the first directs her attentions solely to the tall man that she entered the room with, slipping back to her previous demeanor, and the second woman smiles as she tones down her own speech and gestures, content now to let things take their course. She seems to take pleasure in bringing the two together, either unaware or unconcerned of the knock-on effect that this has.

Glasses guy almost lets his mask slip for a split second, and Alicia sees his eyes flicker for a moment with anger and jealousy, a reaction that is too swift to be false. He says nothing, of course; it’s nothing to do with him who his co-workers choose to associate with… and the first woman carries blithely on, unaware of the sadness and discomfort she has caused.

The young man takes a step back. He has no wish to cause a scene, and after all, he has to go back to the production room and do his job alongside her. Alicia’s heart goes out to him - she is momentarily distracted as she hears the coffee machine finally coming to the end of its cycle, and tuts as she catches a glimpse of her rear in the shiny chrome. It gets tougher as you get older to keep yourself in trim.

The tall guy is flexing his muscles, showing off, and the first woman giggles; Glasses guy conceals his reaction again and turns away. He can’t see the superficial qualities of the interaction, or that much of the woman’s enjoyment comes from her control over the situation and a chemical rush as opposed to any deeper bonding between the two. Alicia ponders why our hormones drive us to seek out physical “gifts” that can only wither with time, over and above the qualities of character that we desire and need in our friends and partners to support us through a lifetime of trials…

As the group collect their drinks from the vending machines and head back to work, Alicia is more convinced than ever that while her physical preparation for the upcoming match is crucial, it will be her mental strength that will make or break things for her. After all, that’s what most people fail to recognize or appreciate until it’s too late…

She picks up her coffee, and, still thinking, walks away in the direction of her locker room.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: ACW Tag Title Match
Cold Blooded Killers vs. Jake Cheng & Jonny Spade

The first of the night’s title matches is imminent. With suitable gravitas, Philip enters the ring.

Philip: The next contest is a tag team match set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first-

Out of nowhere, “Hold Ya Head” hits, and BK is booed as he comes out from the back. He walks to the announce desks and calmly takes up a position next to the resident commentators.

McNally: Folks, it looks like BK London has decided to join us for commentary on this match.

BK: What, you thought I was here to bring you Girl Scout cookies? Every time you open your mouth, McNally, my opinion of you drops.

Sound is unavailable for Max’s reply, as Philip re-takes control of proceedings.

Philip: Uh, as I was saying, the challengers… they are members of the Senatorial Stable, from Hollywood California and Denver, Colorado… “The Natural Born Killer” Lex De Larocha, and “The Scarlet Assassin”, Scott Andrews, known together as the Cold Blooded Killers!

New Noise” by Refused hits (ACW, evidently leading the way by recycling music) and CBK emerge to an unusually positive reaction. Maybe it’s general dislike for the Untouchables, or maybe it’s just anticipation of a good match to come – either way, Lex and Scott are as cocky as ever, entering the ring together and making belt gestures.

A small pause, and then “Bodies” hits.

Philip: And now, introducing their opponents… firstly, from Toronto, Ontario, he is a member of the Untouchables and one half of the defending tag team champions… Jonny Spade!

The crowd cheers as Jonny comes out on to the stage, having quickly prepared after his altercation with BK. He poses, and then waits for Jake to join him.

Philip: And his tag partner, from Hong Kong, China, he is a member of the Untouchables, one half of the defending ACW Tag team champions, and ACW Light Heavyweight Champion… Jake Cheng!

”Petrified” hits, and Jake gets more boos than Jonny did, but the crowd is still hyped and continues to make a racket as Jake and Jonny walk to the ring. CBK smirk and taunt their foes, but the arriving pair ignore this, and hold up their belts defiantly. The referee clears the ring of gold, and then calls for the starting men; Jake and NBK step forward, and Jonny and Scott go to their corners.

Bell rings.

NBK and Jake face one another, taking a moment to assess their position before they start to circle, quickly drawing in close to one another. NBK has a size advantage over the lightweight Jake, and is also itching to take out some anger after the events of Meltdown, and so he begins with a powerful stream of punches, that force Jake to use all his defensive skills.

BK: Heh, look at that. Jake’s outclassed already.

McNally: Well call me old fashioned, Mr. London, but I prefer to reserve my judgments until I’ve seen more than 5 seconds of a match…

NBK finds a gap in Jake’s armor, and hits a powerslam; but Jake braces and minimizes the impact so that he’s up again in mere moments. NBK is no slowcoach, but he can’t match the speed of a fresh Chinese Phenom, and Jake runs to the ropes and uses them to hit a spectacular headscissors takedown. He transitions this directly into a pin, and gets a count of 1.5. from the ref before NBK kicks out, looking a little annoyed. His response is immediate; he skillfully guesses which way Jake is going to dodge as he punches, and then catches hold of him to deliver his reverse Fisherman’s brainbuster. The crowd cries out, afraid that what promised to be a great match has been cut short, but Jake’s will is strong and he kicks out of the resulting pin at the 2 count.

Edison: Kickout by Jake! The guy’s got guts, no doubt about it.

BK: Bah. Edison, you wouldn’t be able to spot real guts in an offal factory.

Scott calls for the tag, and NBK obliges him as Jake shakes the stars from his head. There is a pop as Scott enters the ring, and the Scarlet Assassin gets right down to business, delivering a fierce barrage of blows to Jake and trying to move him backward into the CBK corner. Jake’s too smart to allow this easily, though, and boots Scott in the gut so that he can slip aside. He taunts the challenger, and Scott comes after him; Jake dodges at the last possible second, and Scott is unable to prevent himself running on to the turnbuckle.

Edison: Oof, that looked like it hurt, Max.

McNally: An uncharacteristic mistake from Andrews, there… Jake can’t rely on too many of those.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

As Scott staggers back, Jake runs to the turnbuckle, leaps up, and then delivers a flying clothesline to bring Scott down on to the mat. Realising it’s too early for a pin, Jake stomps Scott viciously, seriously annoying him as he does his best to get back on his feet. Scott attempts to take Jake on head to head again, but Jake won’t stay still and keeps moving away. Deciding not to play that game, Scott stops in the middle of the ring and shouts at Jake, trying to goad him. The crowd also gets in on the act, and Jake throws himself into the ropes, building speed for a running attack. Scott braces, ready to counter, and as Jake jumps into a headscissors Scott grabs him and tries to sit out into a powerbomb. Jake, however, swiftly shifts his legs into a bodyscissors and applies a front headlock; this ends up planting both men on the mat, and a stalemate ensues.

BK: Well this is enthralling. Are you going to just stand there and gawp, Spade?

Jonny hears BK, and shoots him a glare; Jake releases his leg hold and pushes Scott over so his shoulders touch the mat. The referee sees it and runs forward to makes the count, 1….2..- Kickout by Scott, and he just about manages to dislodge Jake in the process. Knowing he has to act fast, Scott jumps up, grabs Jake, and makes the crowd yell with his Reassuring the Kill MkII. It certainly looks like a nasty move, and Scott confidently pins, 1…2… - Jake manages to kick out, but he needs to tag, and putting aside his concerns for later Jonny calls out to Jake. Jake scrambles, trying to reach his corner, and Scott tries to restrain him, but Jake is too determined and strong and there is a cheer from the crowd as Jonny launches himself into the match.

Edison: Here comes Jonny Spade! Watch this guy go!

Jonny, in time-honored fashion, knocks Scott down, and then hits a powerslam on to NBK who dashes in to help. Jake hits Scott with a legdrop as his parting gift before the referee enforces the changeover, and the crowd cheers and chants as Jonny delivers the S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker) to the legal man for CBK. The crowd is on its feet and watches expectantly as Jonny pins, 1…2…th- Scott gets a shoulder up, and the surprise is clearly audible all around – with one notable exception.

BK: Call that a pin? Please. Stop polluting the airtime, you amateur!

If Jonny hears BK, he gives no outward appearance of having done so. He stands and pulls Scott up to his feet, readying for another big move, but Scott instead kicks him in the abdomen and then suplexes him in the general direction of the CBK corner. He tags in NBK, and the pair deliver their Release German Suplex / Spinning wheel kick combination. Scott makes himself scarce, and the referee counts NBK’s pin, 1…2..- Jonny kicks, and NBK curses. It’s clear just how much he and Scott want these tag titles; the crowd watches as NBK gets up, raises an arm, and then applies a standing crossface hold. Jonny struggles, and the crowd gets incredibly loud, willing him on, but there’s little Jonny can do, and as the referee raises Jonny’s arm for the first time, letting it fall back, everyone works out where this is heading.

McNally: This looks like the White Lion Suplex to me, Eddie. If it hits, this match is over.

Edison: Well, I think-

BK (cutting him off): What’s that fool Lex doing? Don’t just stand there, finish the-

BK’s warning turns out to be timely; Jake has seen enough and leaps over the ropes, tackling NBK and breaking the hold before the referee can stop him. This of course has Scott leaping into action as well, and all hell threatens to break loose as Scott throws Jake to the outside, but is immediately evicted from the ring himself by Jonny. In the chaos. NBK sneaks up behind Jonny and tries to strike him, but Jonny turns and extends a foot at full power, with the result being that both men hit each other hard, and they drop to the mat.

Edison: Both men down! And their teammates are going wild…

Indeed, Jake and Scott are both yelling for the tag, despite being quite worn themselves. Jonny and NBK respond and the switches happen simultaneously; the crowd roars as Jake and Scott charge at one another. Scott holds out an elbow and knocks Jake back, but Jake sees the ropes and uses them to leap into a flying tackle. Both men hit the mat and roll, coming back up to their feet; Jake is marginally ahead, and uses a huge jumping kick to make Scott’s head spin…

On the other side of the ring, Jonny can see that NBK already has one foot on the ropes, ready to break any pin that Jake might be going for. Jonny quickly jumps off the apron, and as Jake hits his Intermission (X-Factor), he reaches NBK just in time to prevent him entering the ring. The crowd yells out, and the referee starts to count, 1…2…-

It’s hard to tell whether Scott’s kick comes just before or after what would have been the three, since the referee never gets there. Instead, he sees Jonny and NBK fighting on the outside, and BK has taken off his mic and looks about ready to wade in as well. As the referee tries to get everyone to calm down, Scott and Jake get up; Jake punches Scott hard, and then knocks him back, trying to get him into position for the Final Chapter. But he gets a little too close, and that’s all Scott needs; he nails the Head Shot faster than most people can actually register, and Jake crashes to the mat. NBK shouts at the referee, who turns and sees the pin; he drops, counts, and Jonny just isn’t quite quick enough to reach Jake in time. The ref’s hand is down for three, and the bell rings as the arena explodes with sound.

Philip: Here are your winners… and NEW ACW Tag Team Champions… the Cold Blooded Killers!

NBK rockets into the ring as Scott leaps up, as if he has springs in his feet. The pair share a manly hug, clearly thrilled by their success, and they have no qualms at all about taking the belts from the referee and parading around the corners with them. Some of the crowd boos, but others clap and cheer for the outstanding match performance.

As CBK celebrate, Jake rolls out of the ring; Jonny can only apologize for not making it in time to save the match, but Jake reassures Jonny that he understands. They both look at BK, who is applauding CBK for their victory, and Jonny becomes even more fired up to get his revenge when he goes one on one with BK tonight.

BK may be enjoying himself at the moment…but who will have the last laugh?

Fade out to commercials.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Can't Fit Through the Kitchen Door (Credit: ??)

As the AlphaTron lights up, the fans are treated to a rather unpleasant view of Aurelia applying makeup in her private bathroom. Prior to signing with ACW, the middle aged widow went through a traumatizing mid-life crisis where she feared her skin complexion resembled that of a medieval leper. She took to lathering her face daily with a variety of creams, moisturizers, and other cosmetics designed for skin repair. Though finished with that stage of her life, Aurelia retained the unfortunate habit of applying more makeup than necessary. As such, the Revlon foundation she vigorously rubs into her cheeks only accentuates the wrinkles on her face. Humming "Tip-toe through the Tulips" and tapping her foot to her off-tune beat, she finishes the laborious process and stashes her cosmetics away in an obnoxiously large handbag.

Aurelia: Dan? Capone? Be a dear and fetch me my cellular phone, please.

She commences fixing her hair, then pauses after realizing she received no reply.

Aurelia: Capone? Are you outside? Ugh, probably drinking more steak sauce, no doubt.

Grumbling, the plump public relations officer squeezes past the doorframe and pops out into her room.

ACW fans are quite accustomed to hearing screams. A requisite of becoming a wrestling fan is the acceptance and acknowledgement of grunts, groans, and blood curdling shrieks that accompany a traditional match.

They aren't prepared for this.

Aurelia: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

The camera pans around the room, granting the audience permission to survey the horrors upon horrors.

In the center of the room, tied to an overhead light, a rope hangs, its taut noose embracing the neck of an impossibly realistic dummy of Ms. Aurelia herself, complete with frilly white blouse and stubby rings. The camera zooms in closer and inspects the inscription scrawled across her shirt in red ink.

"Fatty fatty two by four can't fit through the kitchen door."

Aurelia's initial fright is replaced with a rage so powerful the ground seems to shake with every mighty breath she exhales.

Aurelia: CROCJAW! DAN! RED! CAPONE! THE REST OF YOU! IN HERE NOW!

Footsteps are heard, and the Triple A cronies rush over. All of them attempt to enter through the door at once. This proves to be a very stupid move, for a full twenty seconds are spent fighting over entry. Aurelia finally grabs Dan by his oily locks and tosses him inside. The rest trip over themselves and fall flat on their faces.

Aurelia: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON GUARD!

Triple A cowers in fear. Crocjaw finds his voice somewhere and shakily replies.

Crocjaw: W-we w-w-went for a quick b-bite, that's all...

Aurelia smiles kindly down at her men, and lets out a shrill giggle.

Aurelia: Oh my, heeheeheee, how stupid of me! You all went out for a quick bite! I should have known...oh heeheehee...

Relieved, Crocjaw and the rest join in the gaiety of Aurelia, laughing along with her. Without warning, Aurelia's hand rears back and smacks each member across the face, her fingers leaving cruel welts on their cheeks. The grunts instantly revert back to a fetal position. Aurelia stares down at them, imperiously, glowering in rage. When she speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper, but the others catch every word.

Aurelia: I don't care if it takes you all year, you will find the person that did this and you will not receive a single dime on your precious paychecks until they are caught. UNDERSTAND?

Voice: That won't be necessary.

Aurelia and the rest whirl around. Standing in the doorway are Ash and Aoyama, holding a struggling Daisy, covered in red paint with a rope around her waist.

Aoyama: Looking for the anorexic bitch?

He tosses Daisy roughly to the floor. She lies, quivering, head bowed. Aurelia pauses for a few seconds, before delivering a powerful soccer-styled kick to Daisy's head. She cries out in pain and flies backwards.

Aurelia: Leave us. NOW!

Ash and Aoyama cast Aurelia a curious glance before following the cronies out of the room.

Aurelia: I would have thought...that at this point in time, you would have finally learned your lesson. What else must I do, Miss Daisy? Fire you? Would you like that? ANSWER ME!

Her voice barely over a whisper...

Daisy: Fatty fatty two by four...

Aurelia: SHUT UP!

Grabbing a fistful of Daisy's hair, she slams her super model face into the ground. Daisy shrieks, but her resolve is strengthened. In a surge of strength, she leaps to her feet, pulls her fist back and delivers a fierce right hand to Aurelia's chin. Aurelia yells and takes a step back. Taking advantage of her vulnerable position, Daisy lets out a battle cry and dives on Aurelia. She finds the buttons of her shirt, grins for the camera, before ripping Aurelia's blouse open. The crowd lets out a groan of disgust, Aurelia _sags_ backward. Humiliated and outraged, Aurelia protects her modesty and turns her back to the camera, before scampering out of the room. Daisy pants heavily before flopping down on the couch, breathing a sigh of relief and wiping sweat from her brow.

Ash: Miss Daisy?

Daisy yelps, frightened to death, but Ash does not attack.

Ash: Miss Aurelia is in a state of extreme duress and cannot say this herself. However, she made it quite clear that she wishes to challenge you to a match this Thursday, on Meltdown.

Fueled by the crowd's reaction, Daisy jumps to her feet and nearly screams her reply.

Daisy: I ACCEPT!

The crowd cheers, though Ash displays no emotion. He merely nods and exits the room. Daisy stares after him, eyes narrowed, fists clenched.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "Pardon the Interruption" (Credit: ??)

The crowd is relaxed, taking a breather between matches. However, as is now somewhat commonplace, an unbidden message suddenly appears on the alphatron. There is no sound to accompany it, so it takes a few seconds before it is widely noticed.

The POISON will spread…
There is no escape…

3-25-06…
Pray…[/size][/center]

The message vanishes as mysteriously as it appeared. What does it mean? Many people have theories, but are any of them correct?

Only Genocide will reveal that, and the scene fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW Entertainment Title Match
Tornado vs. Rawt (Credit: Tornado / Jonny Omega)

We return to the arena and focus in on the ring where Philip is patiently standing. His mic hand hangs limp at his side as he waits for the noise to die down to a reasonable level. When all is present and correct he brings the mic up to his lips.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for th--

He is cut off as the Arena goes dark, “The Bitter End” by Placebo bellowing out of the speakers, with only 2 green spotlights in the shape of the Greek letter Omega, they flash about the arena until they focus on the entrance ramp, out comes Jonny Omega, a confident strut like walk down the ramp slapping fans hands as he goes, he then gets on the apron and poses for the fans in the front row, points at some hot chicks, winks at them and enters the ring, climbs the ‘buckle and poses for the fans.

McNally: What is Jonny Omega doing here? He’s not even involved in this matchup.

Edison: Who cares? With Omega at ringside, fireworks are guaranteed!!

He climbs out of the ring and pulls up a chair next to McNally and demands a headset.

Omega: Hey guys, just thought I’d join you guys to make sure Tornado doesn’t pull any more of his tricks. It seems like that guy is incapable of winning without some form of cheating.

Edison: Welcome, it’s good to have you here.

We cut back to in-ring and to a particularly purple-faced Philip.

Philip: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Title. Introducing first, he is the challenger. Weighing in at 300lbs…Rawt “The Crippler” Ross!!

”Another One Bites the Dust” hits and Rawt walks out to an uncertain response, the crowd despise Rawt but they clearly hate Tornado’s guts as well. Gelale is ominous by her lack of presence; she decided against accompanying her man to the ring due to her match tonight. Rawt walks down to the ring, totally focused on the task ahead of him and climbs into the ring.

Omega: There’s the NEXT Ay-Cee-Dubya Entertainment Champ right there, that man I feel will pick up the 1-2-3 here tonight and ens Tornado’s ACW Entertainment Title reign before it begins!

McNally: In fact Omega, history would dispute that point. Tornado has faced Rawt on three occasions and has been the victor three times out of three.

Omega: History is exactly that, history. What matters is what these two men have been doing recently. Tornado has only won once since losing his Junior Title and that was only because Kudo had injured his knee.

Philip: Introducing his opponent; he is the current reigning and defending ACW Entertainment Champion, ”The Next Big Thing”…Tornado!!

The arena is pitched into darkness as the opening beats to “Bring Da Rukus” rumble out of the speakers. Light is restored as the music kicks in and simultaneously pyros burst out of the stage and Tornado storms through the curtain. He wears an ugly expression as he poses with the title; provoking a shower of boos to rain down upon him. He sprints to the ring, leaping onto the apron followed by flipping forward over the top rope. At this point he appears not to have even noticed his mammoth opponent and has his eyes securely fixed on the guest commentator. He shouts at Omega as he leaps onto the turnbuckle, highlights the title around his waist by running his hands horizontally across it and backflips into the centre of the ring. Not only does he flip into the centre of the ring but he flips into Rawt’s huge boot which makes contact with the back of his head.

Omega: Oh what a shot! I tell ya Rawt’s got the S.O.B. scouted, that’s a great strategy right there.

Tornado crumples allowing Rawt to roll him over and pummel Tornado’s head with punches. Each contact is met with a loud cheer from the fans who boo loudly as Tornado jabs his thumb into Rawt’s eye.

Omega: BOOOOO! Typical cheating tactics from Torn-aids-o; he knows he’s losing so he has to resort to a thumb to the eye.

McNally: If you ask me it’s quite a clever move on Tornado’s part. It gets Rawt off him and gives him an instantaneous advantage.

Omega: Tornado just loves breaking rules doesn’t he, he breaks ACW’s rules and he breaks the law, that guy killed somebody, the man should be in a cell!

Tornado performs a kip-up and hits the blind Rawt with a Rapid Roundhouse Combo, finishing with powerful Hook Kick which sends Rawt sprawling over the ropes and into a heap on the floor. Tornado then climbs on the nearest turnbuckle to complete his entrance routine, backflipping and landing on his feet mid-ring. He hands the ref the title and slides out of the ring.

Bell Rings

Tornado attempts to sap Rawt’s energy early on and locks on the Ground Headscissors on the outside. It appears, at least for a second, to work. However, unluckily for Tornado, Rawt utilises his undeniably impressive power and rises up to his full 6’9” stature, twisting Tornado into the powerbomb position as he does so. He hits Tornado with a powerful Powerbomb. He accidentally, or at least that’s what he tells the ref, smashes Tornado’s head off the steps when Powerbombing him then rolls into the ring on the 7 count to protest his innocence. Meanwhile, Tornado clutches his head and thrashes in pain.

Edison: That, my friends was Daannnngerrrousss!! He nearly took his fucking head off!

Omega: Ring the bell now, Tornado is done. Give Rawt the title, this one is over!

In the ring Rawt is still protesting his innocence to the ref, twice having to have restrained the ref from DQing him. On the outside, after what would be easily a 15 count, Tornado shakily gets to his feet and shakes his head to clear the drowsiness. He slowly, and quietly, climbs onto the turnbuckle Rawt is facing away from. Once on the top he poses, running his hands across his waist to signify he will be retaining his title, then whistles loudly. This attracts Rawt’s attention who turns right into Tornado’s Top Rope Zerosen Kick which connects with his face; the ref, encouraged by Tornado being back into the fight decides against DQing Rawt and gets back to paying attention to the action. Tornado runs at the ropes and goes for the Springboard Moonsault which Rawt easily dodges by simply rolling out of the way.

Omega: Amateur, doesn’t he know about building your offence before getting cocky and going for your high risk moves? How he captured 2 titles in ACW I’ll never know.