Monday Night Warfare 5th June 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: Hardcore Payphone IV
Hunter vs. “Welsh Dragon” Dan White (Credit: Hunter/Dan)

The lights dim just as we return from the commercial break. Given the variety of phone-related objects and other miscellaneous memorabilia, the fans are quite sure that they know what the next match is. And so they simply cheer their approval, as they have wanted to see this match for quite some time. Philip walks into the ring and smiles slightly as the variety of objects continue getting spread about the ring. And then, just like, it begins.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is the fourth Hardcore Payphone Match, and it is scheduled for one fall! The goal is to pin your opponent using any means necessary, and the usage of the random objects thrown about the ring is especially encouraged. Now unlike past HPM's, this one does not allow submission or quitting of any sort. The match can ONLY end if there is a pinfall, and in no other way. The winner will earn himself a World Title shot against Atomic Kitsune in a week's time!

The fans cheer this announcement as the opening music to "These Walls" begins to play, prompting some fans to get on their feet and cheer (they do not believe in the heel/face system).

Philip: Introducing first, from Rochester, NY, representing the Senatorial Stable, this is Hunter!

At the moment that the chorus for "These Walls" hits, Hunter walks out and allows the fire to explode all around him, just as it usually does. He slowly walks down to the ring, cracking his fingers and neck, mentally preparing himself for what he thinks will be a complicated and simultaneously legendary match. He slides into the ring and briefly poses, then goes into one of the corners and looks around at all of the weapons, all the while smiling gleefully.

Philip: And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, representing the Corporate Alliance, this is the "Welsh Dragon" Dan White!

A remix of the "Welsh National Anthem" hits the speakers as WeDrag walks out, much to the jeers of the audience. He waves them off, even giving the "lucky" few a flash of the bird as he continues walking down the ramp. He slides into the ring and stands in the corner opposite to Hunter, and he also briefly admires the weapons around the ring. But then, for whatever reason, he shakes off his smile and returns to a serious state. And it's on.

Bell Rings.

The fans' cheers have reached their peak as the two men stand in the middle of the ring, staring down one another longingly. Deep inside, they both remember the events that transpired on the previous Meltdown, how they fought and fought, and the viciousness and the anger around the two of them, and how it scared their friends and stablemates. This may not even be a match, this might simply be a fight. Well, one part's right, anyway. Hunter is the first to act, and he launches at WeDrag full speed, attempting to connect with...well, no one's quite sure. Hunter's good at spontaneity. When he gets close enough, he simply goes for a powerful lariat. WeDrag ducks this and elbows Hunter in the head. Hunter stumbles back, then returns to his original position and spins around for a kick to WeDrag's head. WeDrag blocks his and then lunges forward. Hunter grabs his arms and launches him at the ropes, and when WeDrag returns to where Hunter is, Hunter moves out of the way. WeDrag bounces back against the ropes, and at this time Hunter spins around and nails WeDrag with a vicious lariat, which sends WeDrag flying to the outside of the ring.

Hunter: What now, bitch?

WeDrag slowly gets to his feet and smiles. He looks down at the weapons to his right, and then to the weapons at his left. He looks back up at Hunter and is slightly surprised that Hunter has not yet leaped over the top rope and attempted to take him down. The two stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, WeDrag staring with a slight grin on his face, and Hunter with the same. But then, for whatever reason, Hunter loses this grin. He looks at WeDrag questioningly...and then his eyes widen. WeDrag takes a step back, and then spins 180 degrees and begins to walk up the ramp. Hunter looks at him in shock, wanting to run down after him and stop him. But he can't...for whatever reason, he simply cannot go stop him. And because he doesn't, WeDrag continues to walk up the ramp, until eventually he disappears backstage. Hunter (and for that matter, the rest of the audience) stare at this scene in complete shock. There is an uncontrollable silence...until the referee walks over to Philip and begins to talk to him, and then Philip's voice comes over the speakers.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that due to Dan White's walking out, this match will be declared a NO CONTEST!

The fans boo angrily as Hunter continues to stare at the stage, never once seemingly being aware of just exactly what is happening. And then moments later, it dawns on him.

Hunter: Wait, what about the title shot?

Referee: It goes to no one.

Hunter: But he walked out! I should get it!

Referee: The rules state that the title shot goes to the "winner". And you can only win if you pin your opponent, which is now impossible.

Hunter: Well I'll go after him, I can find and pin him!

Referee: It's too late, Hunter. Let it go.

The referee exits the ring and leaves Hunter all alone inside of it. Hunter has been through no contests before (hell, he had one a few days ago), but never one where he lost something that he truly wanted...especially since he was not the one who lost it for himself. And then his anger takes complete control of him, and he charges out of the ring, quickly running backstage. What he searches for is simple.

What he finds is not.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Confrontation (Credit: Hunter / WeDrag)

The segment fades in to see a more-than-torrid Hunter, still wearing his wrestling gear, storm down the corridor. He bursts through a double door, causing a crew member to drop a hotdog. Hunter looks back...BIG MISTAKE!

Or not, really, as he turns around not to see a fist, or a baseball bat, or a mace or anything like that fly into his face. He continues storming down the hallway, clearly looking for someone.

Fade in to the "Welsh Dragon" Dan White. He hovers around the parking lot, but he has a very sordid look on his face. Some would suggest that it’s been put on for the camera, however, as he wanders past a few of the cars, eyeing up the more important details, such as whether they have alloys or not, and whether the seats are leather, and whether or not they have coat hangers to hang your suit up in the back. He reaches a jet black limousine, and appears to be waiting for someone. The chauffeur hasn’t yet arrived, so he has to wait a little longer as he rolls up the sleeves to his black shirt. He takes off his sunglasses, polishing them with his palm, when a door is heard slamming open in the background.

?: All right, what the fuck was that all about?

It’s Hunter, as expected, and he was looking for Dan, as expected. Dan smirks as he turns away, resting on the back of the car, lifting his glasses to the light. He smiles, getting the results he wants.

Dan: Ah, perfect.

Hunter: Answer the question!

He sighs rather nonchalantly.

Dan: You first.

Hunter: I...what?

Dan: Exactly. Now I have dinner arrangements in ten minutes, so if you excuse me my good man, I best get going…

Dan walks over to the door, but Hunter is guarding it, arms crossed.

Hunter: So that’s fucking it? You decided to walk out on the match, and a chance at the World title, which would inevitably have lead to one of us headlining Omega Effect…for a date?

Dan chuckles to himself, with a look of confusion smacking Hunter across the face.

Dan: Listen mate, you’ve contradicted yourself. Again.

Hunter: ...what are you talking about...?

Dan: What ever happened to Mr. “I Don’t Care About Titles”? I mean you had your chance at the Tag Team Titles, and fucked that one right in the arse. So what gives? Why are you so fussed about claiming a title?

Hunter: Dan, it’s not about the fucking title and you know that. I needed that match against Alicia---

Dan: So fight her in a standard match, non-title.

Hunter: Then what would the point in that be?

Dan: You see Hunter you’ve contradicted yourself again. I thought you should have grasped the English Language by now. How old are you…24, 25?

Hunter: Again Dan, what the fuck are you on about? It wouldn’t be about the title, and you goddamn know it!

Dan: So why are you getting worked up over me walking out?

Hunter’s silent for once. Thank the lord, is all one can think.

Dan: I thought so, too. And that’s my theory standing corrected. Now if you excuse me, I have a date to catch.

Dan shoves past Hunter, and opens the door. Hunter still looks a little confused, but realizes something, as Dan shuts the door.

Hunter: Wait…theory? What the fuck are you…HEY!

The car zooms off out of the car park. Turns out the chauffeur was there all along. Dan escapes the arena, and one can only imagine the size of the grin embraced across his face. But what’s this about a theory? Hunter stands, lost, confused, pissed-off-to-no-end, and it signifies that this will not be the last time these two square up against each other, in the ring, or elsewhere…

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Time to get serious.. (Credit: FSX)

Can you feel the hate? The despise of the actions that take place around you?...NEITHER CAN I! BECAUSE IT'S OOC TIME!

Hey everybody, time for a quality moment from Fallen Souls himself. It's anniversary time, and another year seems to have come and gone...but we've all been brought more together right? Closer with a more dysfunctional family each passing day...But enough of that…

ACW has meant a lot to me in my stay thus far...It's been there through the tough times I've had in life, and accepted me for different choices I've made with life...something that can never be forgotten.... It's given me some of my greatest ideas, and it's given us all great friends...but what is the truly greatest thing of ACW? What keeps us all together in our times of need? This answer will vary from person to person...so you know what that means? ACW is a different place to everyone.

Whether it be Kudo (You'll always be Kudo to me man ) and his strive to be entertaining...or Rose and his strive to always come back. (Woman to Woman to...Sexist? WHAAAA? >.>)

Whether it be Hunter correcting everyone, or Latino helping everyone....Torak scaring people or Rena fu...er...>.> I'm just kidding around. Anyway, suffice to say, it's a place of fun and entertainment...brought out by many different people being brought together...there may be the occasional fight or disagreement, but things are settled here…where in other places they could end lives (You know those situations..)

Anyway...enough of the twisted emotional rant ;D I just leave you with this... Despite how much you could hate someone, or disagree with someone, or want someone to leave forever...you have 50 other people that make it all better!

- FSX

P.S. : I forgot to mention what makes ACW special to me...that'd have to be people caring when it seems no one else truly does...that's all I have to say.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A long overdue address (Credit: Wyvern)

Just as the crowd catches their breath from a quick commercial break, their attention is quickly drawn to the Alphatron, as “Trip Like I Do” hits, to a overwhelming response. The crowd quickly gets to their feet, anticipating the arrival of the recently returned Wyvern. The arena takes a purple hue, as Wyvern steps through the entranceway, dressed in street clothes. He takes his time to make his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the privileged people who’ve managed to land front row tickets to ACW events during the stretch before the “big one”, Omega Effect. He walks around the entire ringside area doing this, before climbing into the ring. He mounts a turnbuckle, and raises a fist high into the air, which elicits a nice pop. He hops down, and signals for mic to the stagehands at ringside. One of them complies, and hands Wyvern a mic. Wyvern walks towards the middle of the ring, and tries to speak, but before he can, he takes in the atmosphere of the crowd. Another “Welcome back Wyvern” chant delivers a familiar smirk from the ACW veteran. He allows the chants to die down for a while, before starting to speak.

Wyvern: Wow…has it really been this long? Aside from my little foray at Bloody Valentine this year, the last time I’ve addressed anyone was almost ten months ago, ten entire months! Things have definitely changed around here, but yet, some things just seem the same. First off, while in my absence, we’ve seen that Hunter even trump what I’ve been able to, and we’ve seen AK FINALLY get what she’s been more than capable of attaining. However, to my dismay, we’ve got a few people who just can’t let go of the past. What do I mean? I mean, we’ve got the Corporate Alliance, AGAIN, people. Failed alliance redux anyone? Then we’ve got BK London, who STILL can’t get it through his head that the fans will accept him, much akin to 50 Cent headlining Ozzfest. And then, we’ve got Predator, who for the lack of a better word, fails. Nothing beats being someone’s bitch, huh? Face it Pred, your last flicker of hope was at Bloody Valentine in 2005, when I subsequently snuffed out your futile attempts at glory.

Wyvern takes a break from his rant, as the crowd pops at the comments he had just made. He slides his hand over his hair, pushing it behind him, as he pulls the mic back up to his face and speaks again.

Wyvern: However, this isn’t really the time or place to talk about what has or hasn’t changed. I’m more or less here to address a few basic questions I’m sure you, the fans, want answered. First and foremost…

Wyvern reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a mask. It’s the mask of the Rabid Jackalope. Wyvern thrusts it up into the air as he begins to speak again.

Wyvern: Yes…I was the Rabid Jackalope. While my antics might have been puzzling to all of you, let me make it clear that it was simply to keep in touch with the ACW, without letting my name affect anything. And yeah, when I posted my blog on the ACW website about not showing up at Fallen Heroes, yeah, I kept my promise…as Wyvern. However, I needed to see the action unfold. And I’ve got to say, I’m surprised at the outcome of the event, as I really expected only one winner. Anyways, I’m starting to ramble on. The point of being behind this mask was merely to illustrate that I’m unpredictable, and that I can get the best of anyone when they aren’t expecting the unexpected!

Sure, I acted like a total idiot in the middle of the ring, week in and week out, but in doing so there were a few tricks that I picked up in the process. What they are, I’ll never tell. Tell you the truth, the whole Jackalope thing was quite fun. It allowed me to actually participate here in the ACW, even if in a very non-serious manner, and enjoy once again, entertaining you fans in the audience.

A “Wyvern” chant overpowers Wyvern for a moment, as he waits for the crowd to yet again die down before speaking.

Wyvern: So where I have been all this time, you might ask? In reality, following Seven Deadly Sins, I only really went on a sabbatical for about a month. Truth be told, I needed at least that much time off. I was beginning to notice a significant loss of work ethic in my daily routines, in and out of the ring, that was resulting in less than satisfactory performance, namely at Omega Effect. Also, as if it weren’t obvious, I needed to reflect on what I had done in the wake of losing what I had pursued. I became too greedy. I won the Entertainment title, it wasn’t enough. I won the International title, it wasn’t enough. And then, when I won the rumble at Fallen Heroes, I saw an attempt to sate my lust for the gold. I failed, and thus, I reacted the only way that I knew how. And I’ll admit it was wrong. Thus, I needed some time off to get myself to understand the error of my ways.

However, let’s not confuse that with a lack of desire to try to climb back up to championship status and try once again to claim the most prestigious prize in the ACW, as I plan on eventually making another run at the title, but I’ve got things to prove to myself first. Anyways, after my time of reflection, I decided to start training again. With no set dates or events, I had full control over my workout plan, and I’ll definitely go on the record and say it proved to be extremely beneficial. I’ve managed to get my knee that I had injured prior to joining the ACW back to good health, and no longer do I wake up feeling as if it was on fire, as it did during my first tenure in ACW.

So, things were going well with my free time. Then I received a phone call from my once-best friend, Davey Marvel. He called to ask a favor, to help him get himself out of a bind with the Untouchables. Obviously, this was no more than a trap, as I was laid out by my former protégé and colleague, down with a severe concussion. I had considered signing back with the ACW full-time at the end of that event, but due to the circumstances, I had no choice but to reconsider. Doctors were amazed that I hadn’t sustained long-term effects from the concussion, but even so, I had to make sure if returning to the ring would be in my best interest.

So I sat around my house, and trained at the same pace I had before, trying to decide whether or not coming back to the ACW would be worth the potential consequences. However, as you all can tell, I’m not born to live the standard life of a 9-5 worker. Shortly after recovering from my concussion, I began to grow bored of my life, as I began to miss being in the ring, in front of such eager fans, doing what I do best, entertaining and performing at the best of my ability. So, on the eve of my 30th birthday, the same time most people experience the dawning of a mid-life crisis, I had resolved mine. I decided to throw myself back into the mix here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. I figured to myself, what’s the point of living if you’re not going to do what you’ve been dreaming about?

Thus, I gave Ginger a phone call. Simply put, the conversation was maybe a total of 45 seconds, and that’s a generous estimate. It went along the lines of, “Hey, I’m coming back”, “Alright”, and “I’m faxing your new contract.” That contract was signed a few months back, and now I can say I’m glad to be back in the ACW. However, I wanted some more time to ready myself to push myself to the limit yet again, so I decided to adopt the Jackalope persona to at least sate my downtime, while I set the date for my full-time in-ring return at the anniversary of the night that humbled me, Omega Effect. And thus, I plan to make amends for my less than stellar performance and behavior on June 24th, you can bank on it!

The crowd pops loudly, as Wyvern’s explanation of the events that led to his return has concluded. However, it appears he is not done speaking, as he pulls the mic back up to his face.

Wyvern: That brings me to my next point to address, and that is my opponent for Omega Effect. Rattlesnake, you’ve been on quite a roll, haven’t you? You’ve defeated your fair share of opponents, especially some very high-caliber talents along the way. However, your biggest downfall here in the ACW won’t be in your wrestling prowess, but rather the running of your mouth. You claim to be a vision of greatness? Well, I’m not really going to go on a limb here, but you still haven’t proved yourself to me. Truth be told, I still think you’re green behind the ears, and need to prove yourself in more than just crapshoot matches with the top-tiers.

And I’ve got to make a stand, and serve to correct your little mistake you made last week. You stated that I had attacked you in your weakened state, while YOU clearly threw the first punch. Let it be known that I had no intention of giving you what I have in store for you at Omega Effect. What better way to give your opponent a heads-up on what to expect? Now, let’s not give credit where credits due, as you are a tough son of a bitch. However, don’t confuse that with making you greater by any means. You decimated Brian Carnage last Thursday, and to that, I’ve got to say, who hasn’t? You say that each match up until Omega Effect will serve as a message for what’s to come? Well to that I say, you had damn better bring your “A” game, if you haven’t already. For instance, tonight you’re going up against the only person I’ve faced that’s been able to put me away, Yoko. Do yourself a favor and don’t try to send a message tonight, as you’re in for quite the monumental challenge.

Oh, and before I forget, I wanted to bring something else to your attention, Rattlesnake. It appears that I haven’t been able to come up with a fitting stipulation for our encounter at Omega Effect. However, I’ve got a plethora of ideas. You know, I could make it a standard submission match or a hardcore match, but both just seem way too passé. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a good answer this coming Thursday, maybe even sooner. I’m so indecisive right now, but all I know, is that I’ll push you to the very limits of your potential. It’ll be your…baptism or burial, pending on the outcome. So, as a good sportsman, I wish you luck tonight, as you will definitely need it. I’ll be watching.

With that, Wyvern throws the mic aside, as he exits the ring. As he makes his way to the back, he sports a facial expression that just reeks of intrigue. What kind of match could he possibly conceive to push Rattlesnake to his limits? As Wyvern exits the main area of the arena, one could conceive that anything’s possible.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: How does one exactly train for a Hardcore match?
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from commercials, the Senator is seen standing in the Dwight Gym with Tim Dwight himself, while the team of Ken Williams and Jason Daniels spars with the recovered Mark "The Axe" Miller and the spectacular Firefly in the practice ring.

Tim Dwight: It is good to see Mark back in the ring here. That was quite a scare with the fall he took in that Philly High Rise BBQ match.

The Senator: Agreed. I just know that such matches take a great toll on the body. What is exactly the point of a deathmatch? I never saw the point, really.

Dwight: You know, I don't quite know if I could answer that, Steve. From speaking with the Bingo Hall Mutants while they were here, I think it stems from a need to not just physically defeat your opponent, but to viscerally demonstrate the fragility of the human condition and to replicate the circumstances of armed conflict, which these people consider to be the purest form of nature. Those who specialize in such matches often do so out of a general hatred of their fellow peers, other times, they seem to have something missing upstairs, a certain...

Senator: Shoot, Tim, I sure did not ask you for your psychological analysis of the average garbage wrestler! You do know that I have to train here!

Dwight: No, I do not think that you really do have to prepare much, at least, physically, you don't. That's the point I would have arrived at, if you hadn't cut me off, oh-so-rudely!

Senator: Heh, well, I have studied enough on Mr. London, his tendencies, and his moves.

Dwight: Right, and physically, you have certainly trained enough, at this point, it is just a point of preserving your existing skills, rather than developing new ones. In this match, yes, weapons will be involved, but I know how you feel on their use. Just as with the Great KUDA match, you will have to take advantage of BK's aggressiveness, and turn it against him. Use your distrust of weapons to an advantage...but do not let it overcome your will to win, and do not be afraid to take desperate measures should the need present itself. In short, to prepare for this, you need to achieve the proper mindset, do not hesitate to be more aggressive than usual, but also do not let bloodlust get the better of yourself in the heat of the action.

Senator: Very well then, so in all things moderation could be the distilled point of the day here?

Dwight: I suppose that you could put it that way. Look, Steve, I do not exactly have a great deal of experience in these matches, preferring to save my health for clean competition. However, I have observed and worked with many people who did have such experience, and I'd like to think I learned something from them. I can't guarantee that my advice will give you the win, especially since BK has a clear advantage here, but as long as you keep your head in the game, you always have a chance.

Senator: Sure...woah!

Suddenly, a stumbling Jason Daniels nearly runs into Phillips, clearly winded.

Jason Daniels: Uhhh, this...uhhh...sucks!

Next, Firefly runs off the ropes, flying out of the ring and into Daniels with a perfectly executed plancha, sending his sparring opponent crashing into a set of chairs, as Dwight and Phillips leap out of the way.

Senator: Well, if I am to cultivate the proper mindset, I believe it would be an advantage to avoid being knocked out by flying luchadors, and that, Mr. Dwight, is nothing...but the truth, and I'm outta' here!

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: ACW International Title Match
RDK vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: Rose)


The fans go ballistic as Philip enters the ring to announce the title match coming up....

Philip: The following contest if for one fall and is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, from Yellowknife, Canada, he is the ACW International Champion…The Macho Man RDK!

"Macho Man" hits and the crowd go completely wild as the Macho Man RDK walks out and straight down to the ring, holding the International title in on hand. He climbs one of the turnbuckles from the outside and throws his belt in the air, which gets a sizeable pop from the fans before dropping the belt on the outside of the ring and watching for Fallensouls as Philip continues to announce

Philip: ...And his opponent, the challenger, Fallen Souls!!!!

”Eden” hits the P.A. to a positive reaction, as Fallen Souls walks through the entranceway. He is ready for this oppurtunity, and wants to take RDK's belt. FSX runs down to the ring and slides in as RDK awaits him and the bell rings...


Bell Rings

McNally: Now let's get this match under way!

FSX rises to his feet and runs at RDK to be caught into the Rock Bottom. RDK hooks his leg. The move has hit the ring with tremendous force...RAF goes to count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

.....THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....?

Edison: DANGERRRRROUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW International Champion...The Macho Man R-D-K!!!!!

"Macho Man" hits the P.A system as RDK rises to his feet, being awarded his championship strap. The crowd are shocked but cheering for RDK on his unexpectedly short match and victory. FSX is in a daze but clearly not happy at all. RDK goes to a turnbuckle and raises his championship...this is to prove something to BK London...yes it is indeed....RDK is indeed still kicking, and he could prove to be as good or even better than ever after a win like this....

Fade Out...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Happy Anniversary! (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)

As the camera fades in, we see Yoko in her locker room, lying on her couch relaxing. Sarin emerges from the bathroom wearing a pretty blue dress in place of her ring attire from earlier, and she is towel drying her hair.

Yoko: Have a nice shower?

Sarin: Positively divine. You should have been there.

Yoko: Hmph.

Sarin: Hey, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your match?

Yoko: I’m stretched out, psyched up, and completely ready. Now I’m saving energy for it. The warm up process should involve rest, sometimes.

Sarin: You’re not worried about him?

Yoko: Oh, I am. Rattlesnake seems to be following in the path I followed when I came here. Though obviously he doesn’t have anyone warping his mind like I did, so he’ll rise to the top even faster.

Sarin: So you think he has a chance of winning?

Yoko: He definitely has a chance of winning. But he won’t, if I can help it.

Sarin: What if he does?

Yoko: Then my year long streak of wins ends, and he crushes Yokoberg. I’ll never live THAT one down. But it would be poetic in a way.

Sarin: How so?

Yoko: Tonight’s the two year anniversary show. A night of new beginnings and old traditions. It’s the perfect time for The New Main Event Killer to beat The Old Main Event Killer.

Sarin sits down at Yoko’s feet on the couch.

Sarin: I don’t know why they keep calling you the old one. You STILL beat everyone they throw at you.

Yoko: You speak the truth.

Sarin: So you’ll beat him too. That’s what Yoko does.

Yoko: What, you’re allowed to refer to me in the third person but I’m not?

Sarin: Exactly.

Yoko play kicks Sarin in the side, causing her to laugh.

Yoko: So are we going out later?

Sarin: Of course! It’s ACW’s anniversary! We’ll go out to dinner, no doubt signing autographs for fans who spot us, and then continue the celebration at the hotel. Maybe we’ll take a shower; you’ll certainly need one before we go to bed.

Yoko: Maybe we can celebrate a little bit to pass the time until the match.

Yoko lifts her left leg up onto Sarin’s shoulder, smiling at her.

Sarin: Yoko, you’re saving your energy. Remember? I’ll feel like it’s my fault if you lose.

Yoko: I won’t lose, and we’ll just do it real quick.

Yoko makes a pouty face and flashes Sarin the irresistible puppy dog eyes. Sarin sighs.

Sarin: Fine. But when you lose, you’re not blaming me.

Yoko smiles as Sarin repositions herself and begins to lower her head, which vanishes underneath Yoko’s skirt. Yoko closes her eyes.

??: Um…

Yoko’s eyes shoot open and look across the room. Someone is standing there.

Yoko: Yuki?!

Sarin’s head flies out from under Yoko’s skirt at mach speed and they both hastily stand up. Sarin covers her mouth with her hand while Yoko pulls down at the edges of her skirt, as if trying to hide the already hidden.

Yuki is indeed standing there.

Yuki: I um…I didn’t mean to interrupt.

Sarin notices she’s carrying a small suitcase.

Yoko: What are you…How did you get here, Yuki?

Yuki: The anniversary show is a big event, right? I talked to our parents, and they decided to let me come stay with you for a few days! I was going to surprise you.

Sarin: You certainly did do that.

They both walk over and hug Yuki.

Sarin: It’s good to see you again.

Yoko: You’re just in time to see my match. We’ll get you into the front row, come on.

Yuki sets down her suitcase as they walk out of the room.

Yuki: I’m sorry that I-

Yoko: Don’t be. We were just…It wasn’t important.

Sarin: Yeah, you probably just saved your sister from losing the match.

Yuki: I thought about it on the way over here. If you two need privacy while I’m here, just tell me and I’ll leave you alone for a while.

Sarin: That’s a very mature decision that we might take advantage of later. But we’ll show you around town first and get you situated in our hotel room. Tonight, we celebrate!

Yoko: What do you feel like eating?

Yuki: Real American hamburgers.

Sarin: Then that’s what we’ll eat.

The camera fades out as they head onward to get Yuki a front row seat.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Announcement (Credit: Jake Cheng)

As we fade from the last AMAZING segment, we get a close up of the announcer’s table where Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally.

Maxwell: Well, Eddie, I have just received word of a match set to take place on Thursday’s Meltdown. The Light-Heavyweight Champion, Santiago Rivera and his former stablemate, Hunter versus The Trinity Jake Cheng and the Welsh Dragon Dan White.

Edison: That’s set to be a good match. The hatred between Santiago and Jake grows every week and we know there has always been tension between Hunter and Dan.

The commentators discuss the match further, but since the rest doesn’t really matter, I’m not going to bother typing it.

Fade Out.

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Match 8: Main Event Part 1 - Rattlesnake vs. Yoko Satoshi (Credit: XS3/Tornado)

Never has the buildup towards the match been this big. This has been the most anticipated contest for quite some time now. One who has been a former world champion and has kept an undefeated streak alive. The other one who has been on a roll as of late with no signs of slowing down. A clash of two future hall of famers will soon begin on this, the second anniversary of ACW, the place where fate gathered them together.

All the tension and anticipation is now put to rest as 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.

Then "Flower of Carnage" hits and the fans go absolutely loopy with cheering. Yoko makes her way onto the stage holding up her two titles for all the fans to see. Alongside her stands Sarin, who also wields her titles for all the fans to see. The two walk down the ramp, slapping hands with fans they pass by, before entering the ring. Yoko steps onto the second turnbuckle and raises her arms in the air, much to the audience's delight. She hops down on the ring and stares down her opponent for the evening who nods back.

Philip then joins the three in the ring and guides the microphone to his mouth, ready to commence with the announcing duties.

Philip: "Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and it is between the Old School Main Event and the New Era Main Event!"

The fans are popping like mad as the camera focuses on Rattlesnake first.

Philip: "Introducing first, the superstar to my left... Hailing from Orlando, Florida, he stands at 6 foot 8 and weighs in at an impressive 277 lbs... he is a former CPW Xtreme Chaos Champion, CPW Devastation Champion, OCW Intercontinental and Tag Team Champion along with many other titles in his career... he is 'The Vision of Greatness' RAAAAAAAAATTLESNAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!"

Rattlesnake holds up his arms once more to a now mixed reaction. He acknowledges his Snakelings in the crowd before the camera focuses on Yoko.

Philip: "And introducing his opponent, the superstar to my right... from Okinawa, Japan, she stands at 5'6"... she is accompanied to the ring by her partner, Sarin Rossi... she is the longest reigning ACW World Champion, a former 2-time ACW Lightweight Champion and Diva Champion and is currently one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions... she is YOKOOOOO SAAAAATOSHIIIIIII!"

The fans give off an absolutely thunderous reaction as Sarin takes the titles from Yoko and slowly heads out of the ring, not wanting to interfere with Yoko's business. Yoko and Rattlesnake slowly step to the center of the ring with a purpose in their eyes and a goal set in their hearts.

***Bell rings***

Even though the match has officially started, the staredown still commences. Lightbulbs go off within the arena as fans try to capture this Kodak moment. RAF, the selected referee for the evening, looks on calmly as Yoko and Rattlesnake finally take their minds off of staring and circle each other cautiously. Rattlesnake slaps his chest to signify he is ready before locking up with his smaller opponent. Rattlesnake forces Yoko down to the mat and simply smirks at her. Yoko's face does not express any emotion or anger as she only wants to continue on with the match. The two lock up once more and Rattlesnake gets the advantage over his 5'6" opponent by forcing her back to the corner. Yoko is certainly no stranger to having fought bigger opponents than her and she manages to avoid a chop by ducking under Rattlesnake's arm. Yoko delivers an impressive knife edge chop to Rattlesnake's chest which echoes throughout the arena. Rattlesnake cries out but only slightly as Yoko chops him once more. Sarin nods on the outside while Yoko tries for a whip to the ropes. Unfortunately it is countered with a whip from Rattlesnake followed by a shoulder block to Yoko. Rattlesnake bounces off the ropes to follow up but Yoko manages to roll out of the way then leapfrog her returning opponent before catching him with a dropkick to the chest.

Rattlesnake stumbles back into the ropes as Yoko begins to chop away. RAF warns Yoko to let Rattlesnake out of the ropes and she does so, obviously having some sort of respect for Rattlesnake's in-ring ability. Just before Yoko can deliver a running move, Rattlesnake stops her with a knee to the gut then follows up by springing Yoko off the ropes into a vertical suplex. Rattlesnake makes a quick cover and RAF counts but only a one-count is produced. Yoko is then picked up and on her feet as Rattlesnake bounces off the ropes in front of her and connects with a clothesline, knocking down his well-respected opponent. Rattlesnake again makes a cover but again, a one-count is produced. Rattlesnake shoots RAF a glance to which RAF replies with a "Don't screw with me" look. Yoko gets up with no assistance and this time, manages to successfully duck a clothesline and deliver a drop toe hold, sending Rattlesnake's face to the canvas. Sarin cheers on Yoko, who applies a side headlock to her opponent. After a few short seconds, Rattlesnake rises up from the proverbial darkness and delivers an impactful back suplex to the canvas, almost knocking the breath out of Yoko. Rattlesnake holds up his arms, much to the chagrin of the fans who paid to see this contest.

Once more does Rattlesnake bounce off the ropes but instead of letting Yoko move, he drops an elbow across her temple, trying to knock the wind out of her once more. It's no joke that Rattlesnake is a big guy. Not as big as a certain 7'6" monster but pretty damn tall to say the least. Rattlesnake has been in the driver's seat for quite some time now and he further proves it by picking up Yoko and hooking her up for a pump-handle slam. Just before she is dropped to the canvas, Yoko creeps out of the way and delivers an inverted DDT to the mat. Yoko drops on Rattlesnake for the cover and RAF is quickly on the scene, counting twice before Rattlesnake tosses Yoko off of him with authority. Yoko pulls off the same taunt Rattlesnake did earlier, garnering a pop from her devoted fanbase as well as Sarin. The former World Champion then shows why she's not a slouch within the squared circle by awaiting the rise of Rattlesnake then the fall of Rattlesnake courtesy of a swinging neckbreaker. Yoko makes a cover and Rattlesnake forces his arm off the mat just microseconds before three.

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Yoko decides to take a huge gamble by heading up to the top rope, something she's not really used to in this sort of environment. Rattlesnake sees her perched and stops her by grabbing her in mid-air and dropping her into the corner with his classic Snake eyes move. Yoko stumbles out of the corner and Rattlesnake greets her with a lift towards the center of the ring then a spinebuster that nearly sends her through the canvas. Rattlesnake is quick to cover but only a two-count is produced from RAF. Rattlesnake does not get frustrated yet as he picks up Yoko by her hair and cinches her in a painful torture rack. RAF asks Yoko if she's willing to give up but Yoko replies with a quick "no". Rattlesnake tries to apply more pressure but Yoko relies on her in-ring ability and shifts gears, rolling to one side and catching Rattlesnake offguard with a crucifix pin. Only a two count before Rattlesnake's foot reaches the ropes. RAF stops his count and Yoko releases the pin. Both wrestlers get to their feet and Rattlesnake now turns the tide on Yoko by lifting her onto his shoulders for the Snakebite. The crowd cries out as Sarin gets a look of shock on her face. Not to worry though as Yoko wriggles free and manages to pull off a spectacular headscissors that sends both her and Rattlesnake to the outside. They hit the concrete hard as the fans cheer for the action they've seen thus far within the ring.

Yoko leaps to her feet and advances on her downed opponent, not willing to lose her advantage. She drags him to his feet and whips him into the steps, sending a massive clatter throughout the arena which causes many of the fans to wince in pain. Yoko smiles, her confidence growing as she rolls Rattlesnake back into the ring. Rattlesnake, however, isn’t the type of guy to take something lying down and manages to get up and stomp Yoko as she follows him into the ring. He doesn’t let up, stomping on her head until the ref has to drag him away. As the ref lectures him Yoko uses the ropes to get to her feet again, charging at ‘Snake and managing to take him down with a powerful Running Jumping Clothesline. She covers but barely manages to get a 2-count; it’ll take more than a Clothesline to defeat a future World Champ, even if it is Yoko who is dishing it out. Both competitors rise to their feet simultaneously and stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring.

They circle each other cautiously, both knowing that neither has gained an advantage so far. ‘Snake makes the first move, locking Yoko into a grapple and driving her back into the corner. Rattlesnake tightens his grip as he kicks Yoko in the stomach while pinning her in the corner. He hangs Yoko in the Tree of Woe and cockily struts across the ring. He charges towards Yoko, hitting her with a big Corner Splash which sends her crumpling to the mat. He follows it up with numerous vicious stomps, a cruel grin crossing his face as he practically kicks Yoko out of the ring. As Yoko thuds into the floor Sarin rushes over to check that she’s ok. However, Rattlesnake follows Yoko out and makes like he’s going to attack Sarin, who rushes out of the way. Stupidly, Rattlesnake decides to follow Sarin – probably an attempt to get at Yoko – but only gets a crotchful of boot for his troubles. Also, it allows Yoko to recover a little bit and get her bearing back. She goes round to where Rattlesnake is rolling around clutching his private area and pulls him to his feet, throwing him back into the ring. She follows him in and drags him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. As he catapults back across the ring he is met by a Standing Dropkick by Yoko. She covers…

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…she almost pulled off a surprising victory there but ‘Snake managed to get a shoulder up before the ref slapped the mat for a third time. The majority of the crowd groan, they were so close to seeing Yoko grab a victory there. Rattlesnake leaps to his feet, the vehemence painting itself all over his face. Yoko attempts to heave Rattlesnake to his feet but he blocks her by hooking his arms around her legs and tripping her, diving on top of her while raining blows down upon her. Yoko puts up her arms to block Rattlesnake’s punches, throwing him off in the process. She performs a kip-up as ‘Snake finds his feet. They lock up in the centre of the ring, both parties struggling to gain the upper hand. After 5 seconds that honour falls to Yoko who delivers a swift kick to Rattlesnake’s midriff, causing him to double up and allowing Yoko to hook his head under her arm and deliver an Even Flow DDT. However, ‘Snake doesn’t stay down for long and, showing his resilience, summons another level of offence and takes Yoko down with an authoritative Spinebuster. He doesn’t let up though, hauling Yoko to her feet and lifting her up for a Hanging Vertical Suplex – holding her up while the blood rushes to her head before slamming her into the mat. He covers…

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…Yoko kicks out literally moments before the 3-count, however, ‘Snake seems encouraged by getting close. He raises Yoko up and hits her with his 4 Jab Combo which he follows with his ‘Snake Dance’ (roughly resembles a snake slither) which proceeds a powerful Clothesline. Feeling his momentum building he stalks the dazed Yoko Satoshi, stationing himself behind her. As she gets to her feet ‘Snake fastens his grip around her waist and lifts her over his head, hitting an impressive German Suplex whilst keeping his hands clasped. This allows him to roll through and hit a second, bridged, German Suplex to complete the sequence known as ‘Poisonous Venom – Chaos Theory’…

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…Yoko manages to kick out again, but the look of confidence grows on Rattlesnake’s face. He rises to his feet before his adversary does and crouches, preparing to capitalise on his current momentum. Yoko finally reaches her vertical base and charges at ‘Snake who ducks down to hoist her onto his shoulders. He pauses for a second before hitting The Snakebite (F-5 into Diamond Cutter). He hooks the leg…

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…somehow Yoko manages to kick out, Rattlesnake simply sits there stunned as Yoko slowly crawls towards the ropes. He is still sat in a state of shock as she reaches them and begins to pull herself to her feet. ‘Snake finally gets up as Yoko shakily gets to her feet, he whips her into the ropes but she ducks his attempted Clothesline. As he spins around to face her she hits him with the YKO, practically knocking him out. She covers…

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…by some means Rattlesnake kicks out at the last millisecond, he must have reached deep down inside himself to pull that off. Yoko looks totally distraught – she thought she had that one wrapped up. She rises slowly to her feet, nearly all her energy drained from the epic contest that has taken place so far. She pulls a stunned Rattlesnake to his feet. Summoning up her last ounce of energy in an attempt to put Rattlesnake down once and for all, hitting him with the Flying Guillotine. She rolls him over and hooks his leg…

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3…Rattlesnake throws his shoulder momentarily after the three count, but it is already too late.

Philip: And the winner, by pinfall…Yoko Satoshi!!

Rattlesnake looks shocked at first, and then pretty disappointed as the crowd roars their approval at the epic battle they just witnessed. Sarin slides into the ring and celebrates with Yoko, who looks totally drained of every single ounce of energy; the fans know it could so easliy have gone the other way, and their respect for Rattlesnake's skills has gone through the roof (though such a thought won't be much consolation to him until the rawness wears off.

With the fans still cheering, the show cuts to its final break...

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Segment: Retro Segment #31 (Credit: Sarin and Yoko)

November 15th, 2005
Okinawa, Japan
Satoshi Family Household

It's evening, and Okinawa's favorite superheroines have chosen to take the night off, exhausted from a recent mission to rescue hostages in a bank robbery. Sipping on hot coacoa and watching the news, Sarin and Yoko snuggle up together, cozy in their flannel pajamas and bellies full with delicious homemade sushi. Yuki wanders in, dressed in her pajamas, carrying a cute teddy bear.

Yuki: What are you watching?

Yoko: Just the news.

Yuki flops down on the couch next to Sarin, snuggling next to her. A few moments later, the 8:00 news flashes on.

Sarin: Ugh, I hate this channel. Yuki, change the news station, please.

Yuki: Make Yoko do it.

Sarin: Change the channel, Yoko.

Yoko: Make Yuki do it.

Sarin: Whack her with your bear, Yuki.

Yoko narrowly avoids a bear-swing from Yuki, growls, and changes the channel.

News Anchor: We interrupt the United States President's speech to bring you this very important update!

Yoko: God knows he has nothing important to say, already.

Sarin: Hush!

News Anchor: The criminal death toll in Okinawa has increased exponentially in the last week. Three more men were slain today, bringing the death toll up to nine. “Roadblock,” real name Ano Hideo, “Jimmy the Exploder,” real name Johnathan Crestmore, and “The Knightmare,” real name Koji Koji…Is that written right? Yes? And “The Knightmare,” real name Koji Koji, were all stabbed to death while attempting robberies.

A black and white security camera photo of a slightly blurry figure comes up on screen. Yoko and Sarin gasp silently.

News Anchor: This image is the clearest shot on record of the perpetrator. She is a female, dresses like a court jester, and uses makeup and an eye mask to conceal her identity. We at this news station have taken to calling her “Jinx” due to her appearance meaning death. If any of you at home have any information on the identity of Jinx, please call your local police.

News Anchor #2: It raises an interesting question, don’t you think? Is what she’s doing really that bad? Jinx is eliminating the criminals instead of sending them to jail, like Gatogal and Frost. Speaking of which, where have they vanished to? They’re afraid of being killed too, I would bet, since they’re criminals too.

News Anchor: They’re not…This isn’t the place for a debate. I’ve said that before. Now for tomorrow’s weather forecast.

Yoko: Sarin!

Sarin: Oh God, why can't she just stop? This is horrible!

Yuki: Aren't you guys going to do something?

Yoko: We must. I can't stand watching her kill people like this. It's so wrong!

Sarin: Definitely. Yuki, we have a job for you. You need to research every site available for information on Jinx. See if she has a criminal record we could follow. Above all, we must get to crime scenes before she does so we can safely place villains in custody before she kills them all.

Yuki nods and scurries off, eager to accomplish something for her idols. Sarin sighs, massaging her temples.

Sarin: I've been getting slight headaches, too. Nothing big, but sometimes I feel like my head is about to explode.

Yoko rubs her shoulders in concern.

Yoko: You should see a doctor. The stress of fighting villains every day--

Sarin: No, it's not that, sometimes I think my dreams--

Yuki: I found some information! Come here!

Yoko and Sarin quickly dash over to Yuki's computer area, Jinx fresh on their minds...

To Be Continued…

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Match 9: Main Event Part 2 - Hardcore Match
BK London vs. The Senator

On a night that’s been filled with fond memories and hopes for a bright future, it’s perhaps fitting that the second half of the double-header main event features two of ACW’s longest serving and most famed superstars. The crowd is riveted to its seats as the shot cuts to Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison.

McNally: Only one more match remains, Eddie, but I think I can safely predict that this will become an instant classic.

Edison: Couldn’t agree more, Max.

The announcers quieten down as they see Philip entering the ring – a little older and perhaps a little more filled out, but as much a part of the ACW “furniture” as the desk the announcers are sitting at.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight our second main event match will be one of ACW’s legendary Hardcore matches, and it is set for one fall with no time limit. Now entering the arena, from Washington, D.C., he is the founding member of the Senatorial Stable… the one, the only, the irreplaceable, Senator Steve Philips!

The roar from the fans almost manages to obliterate “Hail to the Chief” as it plays, and the cheers only get louder when the Senator himself appears on the ramp. He has his wrists thickly taped for protection, but otherwise comes to the ring as he would for any other match; as the camera tracks him it shows a tantalizing glimpse of various objects placed around the outside, and trash cans filled with all sorts of goodies positioned on at the corners on the inside. The Senator enters the ring and circles it in a stately manner, shaking hands with Philip as he does so.

McNally: Listen to that… you can’t manufacture or purchase a reaction of that magnitude. Vince McMahon, please take note.

Edison: Heh, I doubt he’ll be watching this kind of show…

McNally: I know, Eddie, I know, and that’s the reason that that the big promotions are losing ground more and more… this is wrestling created and directed by fans, for fans.

The camera cuts away as McNally continues to expound on matters philosophical, and back to Philip.

Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn New York, he is the headliner, the showstopper, the prodigy, boy wonder and sole survivor… BK London!

The crowd begins to boo furiously as BK emerges, but their reaction is every bit as powerful as the cheers that greeted the Senator moments ago. BK smirks, and holds his arms up as pyros go off on all sides before stalking down to the ring; he circles it once, checking out the materials available to him, before sliding inside.

Edison: BK’s got to be considered the hot favorite here, Max, going on his past record.

McNally: That’s true enough, but if anyone can adapt quickly to a new situation, it’s Steve Phillips. Ok, it looks like they’re ready to begin…

Raymond Allen Fleming is ready and waiting to referee the match, and as Philip takes his leave, RAF reminds both participants not to get too carried away before calling for the bell.

Bell rings.

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The Senator has clearly thought about how to open the match, and as he and BK circle eye to eye he watches closely in expectation of BK making a swift grab for a weapon. On this occasion, however, BK chooses not to go straight for the arsenal stored in the various trash cans, and instead ties up with his opponent in the centre of the ring. The Senator is able to hold BK back for the first 10 seconds or so, but the Hardcore legend is not holding anything back and starts to get traction, pushing the Senator backward. The Senator tries to defuse the situation by twisting out of the grapple and whipping BK away, but BK reverses it and the Senator hits the ropes to rebound directly into BK’s Tilt-a-Whirl facebreaker knee smash.

McNally: Ouch, I felt that!

Edison: A super-aggressive start from BK here…

BK is indeed pulling out all the stops, contrary to all expectations; the Senator is still trying to recover his senses fully as BK jumps up, and starts to strike him at speed with powerful blows to the upper body, circling around and forcing the Senator to move fast to keep up. The Senator is not deterred and lays down a few stiff knife edge chops of his own, only for BK to block and then rake him across the eyes before moving into position and executing the Waffle Face. The crowd boos as BK makes the first cover of the match, 1…2- and Senator kicks out strongly.

Edison: Hmm, I’m sensing a method emerging. I wonder…

The crowd cheers as the Senator rolls back up on to his feet, and once again has to adopt a defensive position as BK attacks him with renewed vigor. Sensing the parallels with his match at Spring into Hell, the Senator is quite prepared to ride out the worst of BK’s attacks, but BK is not so blinded by aggression as KUDA was then and he maneuvers the Senator back into the corner, up against one of the trash cans of weapons. The violence-loving crowd pops, but BK once again ignores the presence of the various items of hardware, and instead demonstrates his London-Plex to set up a pin for another 2 count.

McNally: I think I get it now, Eddie… BK’s trying to use his youthful stores of energy to wear down the Senator’s own stocks.

Edison: That’s exactly what I was thinking, Max, that would explain BK’s use of his more powerful moves without the normal buildup process. If the Senator isn’t careful, BK could snatch a win in record time…

As the fans at home watch, they can see that the commentators’ assessment makes a great deal of sense; BK is constantly on the move, forcing the Senator to either chase him or defend in turn and picking on any small chance that arises to deliver a strong move. This state of affairs endures for another couple of minutes, and as he rises from an overhead belly to belly suplex, the Senator is racking his brains and calling on his vast store of wrestling knowledge to come up with a way to stymie BK’s plan. As he backs toward one of the corners, just such an idea presents itself and BK is too intent on maintaining the constant pressure to spot the danger in time. Turning around in a 360 circle and spinning on one foot, the Senator grabs the trashcan that is occupying the corner he is in, and throws its contents straight at BK, pelting him with a whole host of implements and creating a most effective distraction. As BK protects himself, the Senator tosses the trashcan up over BK’s head so that it lands on its side behind him, and then lets rip with a stream of stiff, MMA-style punches…

Edison: Look at the speed!

McNally: Something good’s coming, I can feel it…

The crowd is thrilled as the Senator batters his opponent, and then tops things off perfectly by throwing himself against the ropes and hitting a mighty Partisan Kick, sending BK backward on to the conveniently positioned trashcan and flattening it utterly. The crowd roars as Senator makes the pin, 1….2…-

McNally: Oh, nuts!

BK grabs the first thing that comes to hand, and belts Senator across the temple with it; the item turns out to be a kendo stick, and the Senator rolls off holding his head but still alert enough to get back on his feet. Conveniently armed, BK comes after the Senator and raises a couple of red marks on his arms, but Senator rapidly gets a hold on the stick and the competing pair manage to break it in half.

Casting aside the pieces, both competitors are now surrounded by a cornucopia of objects but they ignore them and move close, attempting to prove their superior power over one another. As chops, punches and kicks are exchanged, the Senator finally finds his stride and the crowd cheers loudly as he works BK over with rapid elbow strike combos, and then an awesome lunging Roundhouse kick. As BK reels, Senator goes for his legendary backslide but BK holds his ground and the situation develops into a test of strength that has everyone on the edge of their seats.

McNally: This is too close to call…

Edison: Come on Steve, show BK who’s in charge!

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With both men struggling for the backslide, the Senator’s greater skill seems like it’s about to win the day – but at the critical moment, BK tenses and backflips over his foe to land in front of him, and-

McNally: REVOLVER! The revolver out of thin air!

Edison: Daaannngerous! Here’s the pin, 1,2-

Senator kicks out, and the crowd yells in delight; BK’s mood is worsening by the millisecond, and scanning the ring with an expert eye he nips sideways and snatches up a barbed-wire wrapped 2 by 4. The Senator is just rising when BK rushes him from behind and wallops him across the back, dragging the barbs across the Senator’s skin and leaving bloodied scratches, much to the fans’ dismay. The Senator grimaces as BK hits him again and rolls over on to his back, and as BK leans forward from the downstroke, throws up his feet and locks on to BK’s neck, dragging him down to the mat.

Edison: Triangle choke, that will at least buy the Senator some thinking time.

BK’s thrashing means that the Senator can’t hold him for long, and after a few seconds the pair separate. They rise at almost exactly the same time, and BK is marginally quicker with his kick to the gut and DDT; eschewing a pin he rolls over on to his feet and then moves over to empty out another of the trash cans. He kicks the pile of items to spread it out, and smiles when he sees something that catches his eye. BK takes hold of the object and holds it up.

McNally: Oh no, surely not that…

Edison: Has the man no SAWL?!

The sound of the crowd puts Senator on red alert, and he manages to jump back up and duck as BK comes running at him. Instead of carrying on, however, BK pivots on one foot and turns, hooking his arm around the Senator’s neck and pulling him close – before viciously applying the Cheese Grater he’s just found to his foe’s forehead. The sharp edges of the grater quickly scrape off a lot of small patches of skin from the Senator’s forehead, causing it to start oozing blood as well as hurting like a bitch. Becoming seriously pissed off for the first time in the match, the Senator elbows BK off, swings around and-

Edison: Capture Bomb!

McNally: With AUTHORITY! Pin, 1…2…-

The crowd groans as BK kicks free at the 2.5 mark, but the Senator is already on the move, heading to the corner which has now been freed up by the removal of the trash can. He gets up on the turnbuckle, and uses the height to make his leaping calf lariat both thrilling and extremely strong. The crowd roars once again and BK pitches over, looking pretty dazed as he pulls himself back up to a standing position at the ropes. The adrenalin is still flowing for the Senator, however, and he rushes over next to BK, jumps up to the second rope and from there launches into a springboard enziguri at close range. BK is sent tumbling forward to the outside, and the fans shout for more as the Senator slides out after him.

While the outside of the ring is not as stacked with items as it might be for a “Fans bring the Weapons” stipulation, there are still a few bits and pieces scattered around for the participants to make use of. BK wastes no time in going for a steel chair, the ever-reliable favorite, and the Senator narrowly misses being blasted in the face with it as he closes the gap to his opponent. The fans in the front get a close-up view of the action as BK pursues the Senator around the ring; trying to turn the tide the Senator jumps to the apron and from there goes for a second calf kick, but BK gets the chair up in defense and the end result is that both men take some of the impact. The Senator is slightly slowed by the effects of his calf hitting the chair, and BK capitalizes on this to the fullest, grasping the Senator and launching him head-first into the security barrier. As the fans look on with concern, BK sets his chair into its normal standing position, takes a hold of his groggy foe, and then makes the fans cry out by executing a Brainbuster on to the chair.

McNally: That looked seriously strong… I can’t see if the Senator’s moving from this angle. I hope he’s all right.

Edison: It’s not over yet, Max, but BK’s firmly in the ascendant now…