Monday Night Warfare 23rd July 2007

[BK London]

Monday Night Warfare July 23rd 2007

Schedule of Matches:
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Dr. Phate vs Josh The Jersey Boy

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Scott Andrews vs Nick Durden

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Yoko Satoshi vs Davey Marvel

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Fallen Souls vs Kudo Yasuda

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Quadrinity Light Heavyweight Challenge - Light Heavyweight Championship
Jake Cheng(c) vs Scott Levi

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Strange Bedfellows Tag Team Match
Alicia Kitsune and Thunderkiss vs Starkweather and The Senator

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[BK London]

Segment: What's the secret? (Credit: FSX)

The night is still in it's opening stage, and many are yet to even reach their seats at this point. What can we honestly expect with this warfare however, seeing as Seven Deadly Sins is fast approaching. One will initially assume that now is the time that matches are announced, and situations generally begin to make sense to even the simplest of fans. On the other hand, however, it would be quite a bit more entertaining if a surprise was in order. When it comes to Fallen Souls, however, by the expression on his face, it appears he has no interest in the upcoming Pay Per View, or Warfare itself this evening. In complete silence, he is sitting in the senatorial office, staring at the ground as thoughts appear to be racing through his mind. Coming off the tough loss from Jake this prior meltdown, one might assume that he believes he no longer has what it takes to compete. No longer has the ability to go the distance. Then again, there is always the chance that something else may be troubling him.

He lets out a quiet sigh as he finally makes his first initial move, reaching out to pick up a nearby binder of some sort. Opening it, he sighs once again as he appears to flip through it slowly, laughing at key moments but generally showing an expression of remorse and regret.

FSX: Really....where have all the good times gone? The times when my friends were here by my side, and I could count on them to the end of the world... If only I'd been by their side when they needed me the most.

A tear appears to form in his eye, before he quickly wiped it away, and returned to looking through the binder. Slowly, the camera moved to a position behind him, so that it could finally get a better look on just what he was viewing. Despite the fact most of them appear to be torn up quite a bit, the binder appears to be a photo album in disguise, displaying many pictures of Fallen Souls and his past associates from the R-3 ARMADA in top form, most of which displaying the good times that they had. He continues looking at them for a few moments, before stopping and taking a good look at the co-leader of that group, and the man that was trying to convey a message strongly to all those who would dare listen, Kudo Yasuda, who happens to be his opponent tonight. He stares at the photograph for a moment, before a look of frustration comes to his face.

FSX: If only you'd properly understood the situation I was going through at the time, I could still be helping you realize that dream. Helping you show the world that Junior Heavyweights are the most talented, yet shunned athletes in Professional Wrestling. If only...

He shook his head a moment later, and closed the album suddenly with authority. Soon after, he tossed it to the side of the room and rested his head in his hands, shaking it a bit as he contemplated the evening before him.

FSX: I never actually thought we'd appear in the ring as rivals, but I suppose I really don't have a choice at this point. What I really never thought was that you'd of grown so strong on your own.

With that he looks up, a striking glance of determination visible in his eyes as he stares off to the wall.

FSX: But if this is how things must go, then so be it! I won't hesitate to give you everything I have when we do meet in that ring, and I won't hesitate to do whatever needs to be done to get the win.

He stands now, a broad smile coming to his face, as he raises a hand in justice.

FSX: I will do everything in my power to stand up for the ideals you implemented me as I helped you realize your goal, and I will show you all of the flaws that you have resorted to in your ways since I have left your quest!

The camera moves back from the scene quickly as Fallen suddenly moves up onto the small table in front of the couch, standing on it with a passion.

FSX: It will be a match for the ages, but it will also be a telling defeat! A lesson for you, as you continue to strive to show the world your dream!! It will be the first step in my redemption as a man here in ACW, and your first step toward rede--

Man: Uh..excuse me, sir?

A notable look of frustration crosses Fallen's face, as he has apparently lost his heroic and unusually serious train of thought, turning to the lowly intern that had caused the distraction.

FSX: What the fuck do you want?! Can't you see I'm busy here?

The intern looked quite surprised at first, taking a good look around the room before shrugging a bit.

Intern: Uh...doing what? Talking to yourself?

FSX: ....Shut up! What do you want?!

Intern: Oh..right...well the Senator has informed me that you are spending far too much time in here prior to your matches, and he is quite distressed over the fact that he must do his paper work elsewhere. He informed me that you should probably just sit in your own locker room, assuming that's all your going to do.

Fallen appeared as if he was going to raise his voice once again to the intern, before stalling and sitting back down on the couch.

FSX: Oh..really? Well, I don't want to be a bother or anything.

Intern: It's quite alright, I'd think. He doesn't mind you being in here, it's just that between the fact that Hunter has been living here, and you've been spending most of the events here, he has little time to finish his work.

FSX: I must apologize then..er..my bad. I can really take this elsewhere. Sorry..

As Fallen stands, and walks to leave the room, the Intern again stalls his movement by moving in front of the door.

FSX: What now..?

Intern: Well, I heard your speech and I found it to be quite admiral actually..trying to set your former pupil right, and all.

FSX: Oh..well thank you.

A cheeky grin comes to FSX's face, as he gives just a bit of a bow to the admiring Intern.

FSX: I did have quite the amazing weekend.

Intern: I can tell through your words. But still, I have to wonder...

FSX: Hmm..? What?

Intern: Well... Isn't it true that Kudo has succeeded more now in his mission to prove that Junior Heavyweights are the most important thing in Wrestling, then he did when you were around?

FSX: ...Just what are you implying?

Intern: Well, it's just you were kind of dead weight...not tha--

Fallen doesn't even wait to hear the Interns explanation for his words, and quickly simply lays him out with a Rainbow STO. A disgruntled look on his face, he kicks the intern stiffly in the neck as he lay there on the ground, a small smirk coming to his face, before he shook his head and looked around quickly for a place to put the body.

FSX: Oh shit..oh shit..Steve is gonna be pissed!

As he hears approaching footsteps, however, he quickly does the most logical thing and sprints out of the office, crying out loudly as he apparently made his way down the hallway. A few more seconds pass, before a confused Kevin Fitsharris makes his way into the office.

Kevin: Wonder why Fallen was in such a -- Oh my god!!

Fitsharris looks around quickly for anyone else in the room, before he also hears footsteps approaching the office, and stares back at the intern.

Kevin: Not again...

Despite the fact one may come to wonder just what Kevin meant by 'again', one must also be curious as to just what will go down this evening between Fallen Souls and Kudo Yasuda. Is this truly a matter of Junior Heavyweights putting on a great show, or is there going to be a message sent? Based off Fallen's earlier words, one may assume he plans on showing Kudo that he still does have the same superior skill he did nearly two years ago, though that is quite doubtful. What will become of the contest? What did FSX DO exactly over the weekend? And perhaps most importantly, what will become of the intern?! Only time will tell, as it is bound to be an exciting night!

Fade to Black.

[BK London]

Segment: First ACW Interview


:: Our scene fades into view with a medium shot of ACW correspondent Kevin Anderson standing in front of an Alpha Championship Wrestling banner, microphone in hand. Anderson is standing in the midst of what appears to be a small interview area in the backstage area of the current venue. Anderson is decked out in a black ACW logo t-shirt and khaki pants, said shirt tucked into his waist partially. There seems to be a look of slight trepidation on his face as he prepares to speak to the camera.::


Anderson (maintaining a confident tone of voice; speaking to the camera): Ladies and gentlemen, "The Icon" Dr. Phate.


:: The camera pans over slightly to the right, giving us a medium shot of "The Icon" Dr. Phate, a hint of anger across his face. We can see that Phate is wearing a black "ICONS LIVE FOREVER" t-shirt with crimson block lettering and ivory wrist taping. His teeth seem gritted beneath his closed lips as the microphone creeps into play from the far corner of the shot. A mixture of cheers and jeers (mostly jeers) emanate from the viewing audience as soon as Phate is seen on-screen.::


Anderson (partially off-camera; stable tone): Dr. Phate, rumor has it that you have challenged "Yokoberg" herself, Yoko Satoshi, to a rematch of your incredible match from last week's Monday Night Warfare at Seven Deadly Sins.

Phate (slightly annoyed; looking right at Anderson): Wow, Kevin. Who's lap you have t'sit on to get that info, Poncho? (shaking his head in annoyance) You're wrong. I didn't challenge "Missus Satoshi" to a rematch. I challenged "Hoe-Ko" for a chance at redemption.

Anderson (back on-camera; quizzically): Redemption? For yourself?

Phate (annoyed; looking toward Anderson): Not for me, idiot. Redemption...for her.

Anderson (on-camera; slightly amused): This is gonna be good.....

Phate (annoyed; looking toward Anderson; cracking his knuckles): Something funny, "Kev"?

Anderson (a bit scared): .....No?

Phate (amused; looking toward Anderson; smirk on his face): Good. Allow me to elaborate then. I went into my debut match last week with nothing to lose. The only thing I had to do was look good. And I looked damn good....good enough to beat her in the middle of the ring. I take her to a place she hasn't been in ages and what does she do? HUG ME.

Anderson (confused expression; shrugging): .....?

Phate (annoyed; looking toward Anderson; adamant): There's no hugging in wrestling, man!


::The crowd erupts into chuckles as Phate looks around in anger, his upper lip quivering. He is obviously fuming as the chuckles subside and he begins to regain his composure.::


Anderson (confused expression; shrugging): I think she meant it as a show of respect for pushing her to the limit.

Phate (annoyed; looking toward Anderson): When I want your opinion I'll BEAT it into you, "Kev". Until then shut your mouth when you talk to me.

Anderson (confused expression; looking at Phate): .....?

Phate (annoyed; looking toward Anderson; adamant): As far as I'm concerned, she is the one with something to prove - she needs to prove that the "newbie" almost Lariat-ing her to hell was a fluke. She got away last week. On July 28th she won't be so lucky. (looks toward camera; addressing Yoko) Hope to see you at Seven Deadly Sins, "Hoe-Ko"....I'll be the one preparing you to count the lights, chump!

Anderson (confused expression; looking at Phate): With that being said you DO have a match tonight against Josh The Jersey Boy. Are you looking past him and straight to Yoko Satoshi?

Phate (annoyed; looking toward Anderson): You're a regular Geraldo, ain'tcha? I look past no man, poncho. (looks toward camera; addressing Josh) Yo, Joshua. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Dr. Phate. They call me "The Icon". NOT because it looks nice on shirts. Not because it's marketable. It's because I earned it. It's because I live, eat, breathe, drink, and URINATE this business. I have bled buckets and shed pails. I have broken my left knee, my right hip, and every finger on both hands. Why? Because that's what ICONS do. We live and die with the sport. I don't care if you're from Jersey, San Diego, Sarasota, or the whorehouse on Crenshaw NO neighborhood could prepare you for what you're in for tonight. Tonight, Joshua, not even the TREE can save you from the pain I'm planning to inflict on you. And when it's all said and done? Every one of those useless twits sitting in the audience and the couch potatoes diggin' in their belly buttons at home will see you for what you really are - just another wrestler. And while legends die and wrestlers come and go ICONS LIVE FOREVER! (looking back toward Anderson) Interview over.


:: Phate walks off camera to a chorus of boos and a rather large chant of "You Suck!". Anderson, a bit annoyed by Phate and obviously relieved the interview is over, turns to address the camera.::


Anderson (feigning a smile; calm tone): Back to you guys.


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[BK London]

Segment: “Infatuated.” Credit: AK/TK

[Her life has been turned upside down. Violated. Wrecked. It hasn’t been an easy few weeks for Alicia Laureano, and unfortunately, life is about ready to throw her another curve ball she must deal with. Arriving to the arena earlier tonight, she found herself with some unexpected and unwanted company, company that goes by the name of Thunderkiss. He sat there, for hours, just waiting. Waiting for the moment in which she arrived and stepped inside her home away from home so he could catch a glimpse of her eyes. His desire was granted as he saw both of them widen as far as they possibly could upon the surprise of seeing him. While he tries to burn that image into his mind forever, he speaks ...]

Thunderkiss: Oh, I’m sorry to startle you my dear. It seems I have that habit as of late. Good ol’ BK doesn’t care for my unannounced visits either, but I just say that trusting someone inside your locker room while you’re out is the first step in building trust between one another.

[Thunderkiss flashes his “master key” to the ACW building in front of Alicia before tucking it away in his pocket, while grinning ear to ear. Alicia on the other hand, has had far too many experiences this month with “uninvited guests” violating her space and she damn sure doesn’t need another ...]

Thunderkiss: And trust is something we desperately need, Miss Kitsune.

[Thunderkiss puts the emphasis on her subtitle, incorrectly labeling her as “Miss”. Accidental... or intentional?]

Thunderkiss: For you see, Fate has finally brought us together, as a pair. And based upon what I’ve been hearing from the other boys, this couldn’t have happened at a better time in your life.

[Thunderkiss rises over to the chair and walks over to Alicia, each step brimming with confidence. She looks up at him, just wishing he would go away but wanting to hear what he has to say all at the same time.]

Thunderkiss: Now, what happened to you is very unfortunate, my dear Alicia. And what is even more unfortunate is that you didn’t have a man to take care of you at the time ...

[Her pulse quickens, and her mouth is ready to make a move, ready to burn this man to the ground for insinuating that she needs someone to take care of her, or even worse, that someone else let her down ...]

Thunderkiss: And if the rumors are true about your “fan”, let me tell you something muffin cakes, I’m the perfect man for the job. You see dear, Thunderkiss is not a sneaky little man who plays weasely little mind games. No, no I am not. Instead, I am a man who has learned to deal with his problems by sticking them with a knife straight between the eyes.

[Alicia winces a little, and it’s not clear if she’s uncomfortable at Kiss’s words, or her own momentary amusement at that particular image. She still continues to hold back her emotions, since she knows how dangerous such things can be. This coming from the same man who drugged Jason Freeman? The man whom let his own personal army win the International title for him? Hypocrisy has a name, and its name is Thunderkiss.]

Thunderkiss: I’ve also heard that Mr. Phillips has voiced his desire to give you assistance. What a complete and utter moron. What’s he going to do, bore your little “fan” to death with one of his blabbing speeches?!

[Alicia’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. She’s put up with the rest of Thunderkiss’ verbal rubbish, but that one’s not going to get away unchallenged.]

Alicia: Steve Phillips is a good man.

[TK snorts at the ridiculousness of the idea.]

Thunderkiss: A good for nothing loser! Don’t look for the help of others Alicia. All the help you need is right in front of you. I’ll solve your little problem Alicia, and perhaps, when I’m done, you can help solve one of mine.

[Thunderkiss looks Alicia deep in the eye and raises his hand to her face, rubbing his index finger down her cheek in the process. He gets about halfway down before Alicia raises her own hand, grasps his wrist, and slowly but firmly pulls it back away from her; she’s stronger than she looks, when she has sufficient motivation. With almost any other woman, Thunderkiss’s other hand would be quick to fly, but instead he backs up, not wanting her to scorn him and ruin this moment he’s been waiting so long for.]

Alicia: I know about your “problem”, Kiss, it’s the same one shared by the entire male sex. They say that women are searching for one man to fulfil their every want and need, whereas in an ideal world, men would like every woman to fulfil their one want and need. Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but you’ll have to look elsewhere for satisfaction on that front.

[Thunderkiss turns his back on Alicia, as if he has to reach deep down within his very soul to pull out the following words. Seconds later, he finally prepares himself and spins back around, his eyes connecting with hers.]

Thunderkiss: There is something I need to tell you. Something I’ve held inside for far too long.

[Alicia turns her head to the side and gives Thunderkiss an inquisitive look. Kiss breathes in once more before delivering the bolt:]

“I’m madly in love with you.”

[Alicia has done her best to hide her emotions thus far, but she cannot conceal her surprise at this statement. She has to rapidly get her head together to prevent herself from staring, slack-jawed.]

Alicia: You’re kidding, right?

[Thunderkiss shakes his head.]

Thunderkiss: No. It is a burden I have had to carry since the moment I laid eyes on you.

[Completely stumped, Alicia has no immediate response to this. She puts one hand on her hip, and finally opts for an honest and concise response.]

Alicia Kitsune: Well I’m afraid you are going to have to live with that burden Thunderkiss, you know I’m marri -

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: So what?! Like that means anything? The fool got himself kicked out by Scott Andrews of all people. That’s not a man -

Alicia: And YOU would know what a real man is, would you? You don’t know the first thing about my husband, much less possess any understanding of him.

[He’s, to put it mildly, fucked up royally. The suddenness with which her voice chills takes even the usually unstoppably cocky Thunderkiss back by a couple of steps. Her emotions threaten to break like the levees of New Orleans; the words crack across him like a whip, and sting far more greatly. Anger from wounded pride overcomes him.]

Thunderkiss *shouting*: I don’t have to know a fool to know if he is weak!

[Alicia glares, but reins herself in, determined not to get into a full-blown argument. Just having Kiss around is giving her a creepy feeling, different but not entirely unrelated to that she’s been having around certain other individuals lately.]

Alicia: Alright, look, I want you out. Out of here. Right now.

[AK walks over to her locker room door and pulls it open, leaving no space for argument. She looks Thunderkiss square in the face and makes a motion for him to get stepping. Thunderkiss scowls, giving her a look she’s witnessed before. It is the same look he’s given Christine Irvine and Rena Mathison, moments before he changed both their lives forever. But Alicia knows that look, and is having absolutely none of it-]

Alicia Kitsune: Now what are YOU going to do to me that’s not already been done?! Is this the part where you beat me up to show me how tough of a man you are?! Or perhaps try to force yourself upon me? Someone you supposedly “love”? Am I going to find YOU in my house tomorrow?!

[Thunderkiss is still visibly angry, but his voice is stable.]

Thunderkiss: No. I could never hurt you. You are different.

[Thunderkiss begins walking to the door as if he has had enough, not even looking Alicia in the face. She keeps thinking to herself, “just please, keep moving, just get out of here.” One foot is already out the door, and the second one is almost there as well, and that’s when her hopes are crushed as Thunderkiss’ arm flies back and blocks the door from closing. In a maniacal way, he turns his head to her as if it was on a swivel and proclaims...]

Thunderkiss: Tonight, I’ll show you. As I said, I’ll take care of your little problem. When the dust is clear you’ll realize just what a terrible mistake you are making...

[Thunderkiss is pushed out the door before it slams behind him seconds later. This act does not agitate him, for he is preoccupied by the motions of doing something he’s been tempted do to for the last few minutes. He reaches inside his jacket pocket, and pulls out a pair of panties, panties obviously taken from Alicia while he was alone inside her locker room. With his eyes closed, Thunderkiss raises the panties to his nose and slowly begins sniffing, making sure each precious whiff is not wasted.]

Thunderkiss *sniffing*: Mmmmm. Oh yes, that sweet, sweet scent. I must have you Alicia. I must have you ...

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: Your World is What You Made It (Credit: Flamingo)

In a very familiar setting as just a few days ago, a much more relieved Adrian Flamingo laid on his back in the cool, soft Venice Beach sand and stared up at the sky above him. It was a clear sky that night, and every star was in full view as they lit up the sand around him and shown down on him. At that very moment, Adrian felt like the sky. He didn’t have any clouds in front of him blocking his true celestial beauty and dull his light. No, now he was free… of himself… if that made any sense.

To go into perhaps a little more detail, there was always a part of him that was “Astonishing”, so he took that part and ran with it. It got him noticed, it got his name out there, and it made people like him. Problem was, by being “Astonishing”, it hindered his true talents. Adrian had guys say that he didn’t know how to wrestle because of his throwback moves. He had all of the nauseating comparisons to other wrestlers follow or come before his name. Frankly, he was sick of this one aspect of him, that one sliver of personality, outshining everything else about him. At first, however, he bit his tongue so he didn’t rock the boat.

However, Adrian’s patience and temper were like a pressure cooker, and sometimes it showed. When he was facing Nick Durden in the Ice Coffin match and Durden vowed to end his career, there wasn’t anything too “astonishing” about Adrian’s pre-match interview, was there? No, he was furious, he was pissed. Why? Because he felt like he was taken seriously. It happened a lot in ACW, people just didn’t take him seriously, but Adrian was usually very good with his temper. Do you blame them though? Here was this good-looking blond from California wearing huge feathered boas making references to his genitals in every interview. They probably pissed themselves laughing. All of them, MASAKI, Kudo Yasuda, Scott Andrews, BK London… none of them took him seriously… but they would soon.

The truth about Adrian Flamingo isn’t anything ground-breaking or earth-shattering. The evidence was always there when once in a blue moon, one of his promos were… different. Maybe he wouldn’t start off laughing… maybe his smile wouldn’t look right… or hell, maybe his eyes were little bit wider than before. There was always a piece of Adrian Flamingo, the down-trodden school boy who had had enough, who tried to desperately crack the shell of his “Astonishing” counter-part. He had literally been trapped in his own creation… but not anymore.

“Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo was gone, and he was finally free to show the world what he could really do. A smile crept across Adrian’s face as he stared up at the bright stars and Scorpio, Draco, Orion… all of them smiled back. Is this what Vincent Van Gogh felt as he painted “Starry Night”? Was it this surge of freedom and anticipation that helped his shattered heart beat? Well, Adrian had never been too much of an artist, but he’d like to think so. Step 1 was done. Step 2 was underway - reinvention. Step 3 was still a long way from realization.

It was time to show ACW how he really ticked and that he wasn’t sunshine and lollipops 24/7. In fact, Adrian Flamingo was a rather angst-ridden man, not of the depressed self-doubt persuasion anyway. No, years of biting his tongue, holding his breath, turning the other cheek were now gasoline for his machine. His pistons pumped on his anger and his rage greased the gears that moved the wheels. However, currently, he felt alive… awake… reborn under the Californian night sky.

He requested a match for 7 Deadly Sins… a Fatal Fourway against Fallen Souls of the Senatorial Stable, and two rookies, but that was then and this was now. For now, he would enjoy his next few days off before the Pay-per view, enjoy the salty air, and anticipate his return to ACW. Adrian Flamingo stared back up at the sky and sighed in wonder. His star could finally burn as bright as it was destined to… thing is, would it go supernova or just burn out? Last Thursday marked the end of his frustration and Sunday would mark the birth of something.

Happy Birthday, ACW. Before you know it, things will change. He’ll show you, you’ll see.

[BK London]

Segment: Enter the Sandman (Credti: JJB)

Maxwell: Well JJB is about to hit the ring.

Eddie: Yeah he's such a cu-

Maxwell: You can't say that on tv remember Eddie.

Eddie:Let me rephrase myself, he's such a talented wrestler and demonstrates remorse at every turn.

Maxwell: Yeah he's the bomb.

*Panama by Van Halen hits as JJB hits the ring.

Maxwell: What he did to Rena last week was sickening.

*JJB hits the ring as he grabs a mic

JJB: As you all know my opponent Dr.Phate, has a "Phate" that is very bleak.

*The fans shout "What?"

JJB: I hate that chant, I hate it!!!!!!!!

*JJB looks like he's twitching uncontrolablly, JJb then reaches out of his pocket and takes a pill.

JJB: Anyway if you guys didn't see TNM last week then here it is.

*The clip from last week shows on the titantron
Rena gasped and coughed for a few moments, sitting kneeling in the ring before raising an arm to her adoring public. She stood up and prepared to leave, before being spun around by an irate JJB. She smiled a bit uncomfortably, and offered him a handshake, only to be nailed by the Jersey Driver (Flipping Piledriver). Everyone in attendance booed him loudly, as he laughed to himself, kneeling over her convulsing form as he flipped off the crowd, believing he had gotten the morale victory tonight... Perhaps though, he has gotten the asshole victory.

JJB: Play it again!!

*The clip plays again

JJB: AGAIN!!!!!

*JJB laughs as the clip is being played over and over.

Eddie: Damn I could use a nap.

JJB: That was fun, I even have a lock of her hair.

*JJB takes out the bit piece of hair he has of Rena nad smells it.

JJB: That smells so good.........

Maxwell: This is sick and perverse.

Eddie: I wish someone will shut him up.

Maxwell: Umm he's up against Dr.Phate.

Eddie: Yeah I knew that.

*JJB now sits and waits for Phate to show up.

[Fade]

[BK London]

Segment: When Phate meets JJB (Credit: Phate)

:: Our scene fades in from black with a shot of "The Icon" Dr. Phate perched in the center of a weathered wooden bench in a locker room area. The locker room is almost empty; a few preliminary wrestlers saunter about, taking showers after wrestling in this evening's dark matches. Phate, oblivious to everything going on around him, is looking down slightly, his visage one of concentrated thought as he allows his fingers to overlap and intertwine. The white athletic taping on his wrists seems to shimmer from the shadow exuded from his upper torso, as does the crimson lettering emblazoned on his ebon t-shirt. He seems to be mumbling something indistinguishable, a cacophony of words not for our ears...although it sounds strangely like, "There's no hugs in wrestling. No hugs, no remorse, no half-stepping. Respect me properly or pay."

He begins to rock slightly, his body swaying in a somewhat tantric manner, when a stage hand comes into the locker room and taps him on the right shoulder, breaking up his reverie. Phate's gaze suddenly jumps upward and his eyes fix on the stage hand; a look of fear comes across the stage hand's face, prompting the young gentleman to step back and recoil a tad.::


Stage Hand (a bit creeped out; shaky voice): Uhm, Dr. Phate, I just came by to let you know that, uhm, your match is next...sir.


:: Phate, his gaze never leaving the young interloper's frame, slowly rises from the bench, a low cracking noise coming from his back as he straightens up. Phate proceeds to loosen his neck, shoulders, and knuckles, each emitting a cracking noise, his eyes transfixed on the stage hand.::


Phate (still staring at the stage hand; calm tone of voice; angry expression):....Thank you. I lost track of time. (motions for the stage hand to go ahead of him; eerie smile) Shall we?


:: The stage hand, obviously creeped out, walks away as Phate begins to bring up the rear. The smile is gone; replacing it is a look of pure anger, almost a lust for violent interaction.::


Phate (angry tone of voice; leaving the locker room; almost looking straight toward the camera): .....Let's go give Josh a hug.

[BK London]

Segment: “Entourage Does Vegas. Part 1” Credit: T-Kiss

[Its was a long flight, but even longer for the poor passengers who have had to deal sitting side by side by the Entourage. To entertain themselves, they made off color comments and harassed the other passengers whenever the opportunity arose, which needless to say, happened a lot. Their travel across the skies luckily came to an end just a few hours ago as they have now touched down in the city of Sin, Las Vegas. As soon as TK stepped out of the plane and saw the landscape, it was as if he was stepping back into the past. This is his hometown, after all, and it greets him with both good and bad times. If he had a choice, he would have rather gone somewhere else, since the bad memories easily overpower the good. However, he didn’t want to ruin this night for his teammates, and even more importantly, didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to blow some of Gingerdude’s money. How they are “efficiently” blowing it, however, is up to debate as we see the group standing outside their room located in a roadside shack, just feet away from the highway. Based on first impressions, this dump obviously couldn’t have cost much ... as Jay Zero has figured out.]

Zero: What a DUMP, who booked this?

Thunderkiss: Well, don’t look at me. I was going to book our rooms for us since I know this town like the back of my hand, but I was told by a certain someone that they could handle it.

[TK, XS3 and Zero all turn around and look at Dan. Dan puts his hands up in defense and shrieks ...]

Dan White: What?!

XS3: You don’t think we could have splurged a bit more on the hotel rooms, could you Dan?

Dan White: I was just trying to get the best deal possible! The more money we save for the casinos, the better!

Thunderkiss: Well, at least it’s a step above Motel 6.

[Thunderkiss tries to open a nearby window shade, only to have the shade come clear off its hooks and fall to the floor.]

Thunderkiss: Or maybe not.

XS3: Well Danny, I hope you can open your wallet just a little wider.

Dan White: Why’s that?

XS3: Because I’m about ready to show you what happens when a rockstar enters a cheap ass motel room.

[XS3 reaches over and grabs the desk chair from the table and then proceeds to send it flying into the TV. Glass shatters and smoke fills the room heralding an uproar of laughter of the Entourage. And just like that, the flood gates are open and Thunderkiss and Zero join in the fun. Dan leaps out of the way as the bed goes sailing past his head into the wall. Another crashing noise attracts his attention, that being Zero smashing the bathroom mirror just feet away. As he pulls himself up to his feet, he lets out a small sigh and responds...]

Dan White: Ah .. What the hell.

[Dan gives into temptation and joins in the fun, grabbing the phone off the night stand and sending it like a fastball through the window. The rest of the group applauds White’s decision and encourages him further.]

Thunderkiss: That a way Danny!

[For the next 4 minutes, the Entourage continue to beat the living hell out of hotel room only stopping when there is absolutely nothing that will break in two. When this time arrives, all four men stand in the door way admiring a job well done.]

XS3: One of the best I’ve ever seen gentlemen. I think its time we “check out.”

[The men proceed to the nearest elevator and make their way to the reception desk. TK lags behind while the other three men walk out the door, stopping in front of the night receptionist. Her eyes widen at the sight of this huge man stopping in front of her causing her fingers to reach for the panic button. She holds it like that as he hovers above her and begins to speak.]

Thunderkiss: We’re checking out of this dump. Feel free to bill Alpha Champion Ship wrestling for any damages that may have occurred toots! Hahaha...

[Thunderkiss continues to laugh as he turns around and becomes the last man to exit the hotel. The receptionist breaths a sigh of relief as he walks out of the door, hoping he doesn’t change his mind. Luckily for her, he doesn’t as he continues on a path to join his friends, and upon doing so, offers the following suggestion - ]

Thunderkiss: Hey, before we find another place to sleep, how about we go pay Danny Mainer’s little casino a little visit?!

[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 1: Dr. Phate vs Josh The Jersey Boy (Credit: Jonny Spade)

The scene comes into the ring where it shows Josh and Dr. Phate already in the ring as "You're The Best" by Joe "Bean" Esposito fades off of the PA system. The ring as the bell rings to signify that this match is underway.

*bell rings*

Both men circle the ring while staring at each other waiting to see who is brave enough to make the first move in this match up. Since neither make the first move, they both go for a tie up in the center of the ring which results in Dr. Phate getting in on the attack first. He grabs hold of Josh’s arms and wind up to give Josh a huge headbutt that sends him down to the mat. Josh though gets back up quickly and tries to throw a punch at the Doctor but the punch misses completely and Josh spins and Dr. Phate catches him from behind and delivers a quick back body drop to send him back down to the mat again. Dr. Phate then picks him up and whips Josh into the opposite side of the ropes. However, in the middle of the whip Josh reverse it and sends Dr. Phate into the ropes, although Josh thinks he has him out smartened, Phate comes back on the return, ducks the clothesline attempt by Josh and when Josh turns around Phate gives him a super kick that lands right on the upper chest that makes him fall backwards and same with the Doc. With both men on the matt the ref proceeds to start the 10 count. At 3 both bodies start to stir and Dr. Phate makes his way over to Josh and makes a cover the ref counts and it only gets him a 2.

After the pin attempt both men start to get up but slowly since they had gotten the wind knocked out of them. Both men get up onto their knees and once on their knees start punching each other in the faces back and forth. Once they are both on their feet, Doc pushes Josh backwards into the turnbuckle behind him and walks up to Josh and starts going nuts on Josh with punches and kicks to the body of Josh. Josh falls down to the mat but the Doctor isn’t through with him and lifts him back up to his feet but then lifts him up even higher up and perches him up onto the turnbuckle and stands up on the top turnbuckle, and attempts completes a double underhook suplex to Josh but Josh pushes him off the top rope to the ground below. The Jersey Boy then follows off with a Diving Sunset Flip off the top rope to stack Dr. Phate up for his first win in ACW.

Phillip: Here is the winner of the match…..JOSH “THE JERSEY BOY”!

JJB music hits as he gets up and makes his way back stage after a match that he is glad that he had won. Dr. Phate gets up a few moments later and makes his way back stage thanks to the help of the ref as Dr. Phate holds his neck after the nasty fall he took, as the scene ends.

[BK London]

Segment: I Want to Make a Vending Machine That Sells Vending Machines, But They'd Have to Make Them Real Fuckin' Big! (Credit: Stark/AK)

Never ever let it be said that Starkweather is a man that wines and dines with kings, and rides in limousines... and... those other things that various people with a lot of money who wrestle say. No, Starkweather has taken a moment to dig a few quarters from his pocket that he typically uses for the toll booth on the way to his house by car from the airport to get a snack from one of the various vending machines. This particular one is near the entrance to the arena, and he makes sure not to press the H button twice to acquire the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that he desires. He presses the HH button and the little corkscrew device in the machine whirrrrrs slowly to drop his desired candy to the bottom of the booth. He bends down to pick it up, humming a tune lightly to himself.

He catches a glimpse of movement reflected in the machine’s glass front, and stands up straight.

Alicia curses under her breath; he’s spotted something, and she can’t slink away now in case he’s already realized it’s her. Gathering her wits about her, she rounds the corner looking as nonchalant as she can, and stops next to the doctor, digging in her pocket for some change.

Alicia: Why do all your coins have to be round? I miss Sterling, there’s something comforting about money with edges.

Starkweather's polite smile and his single step back to allow her access to the machine are somewhat strange, but he is currently preoccupied with opening the small package of miniature candy bars.

Stark: There's something altogether unique about currency you could kill someone with, I suppose.

A short pause, he unwrapping one of the cups and holding it up before speaking, after that taking a bite out of half of the confection.

Stark: I would imagine that you've met your tag-team partner for the night?

Alicia sighs, and stabs at the keypad. A bar of Cadbury’s dairy milk trundles forward; one advantage of having Ginger as Chairman is the supply of essential English confectionary which is provided. In typical fashion, the bar gets stuck just before it drops down from its slot, and Alicia curses, slapping the side of the machine.

Alicia: Sod it… yes, TK’s been around for a “pep talk”, which was as pleasant as I imagine contracting the Ebola virus must be.

A low smirk from the good doctor, who sets his fattening selection on top of the nearby soda machine and raises a hand at the unhappy Nuclear Neko before grabbing the heavy machine by the base, lifting it about two inches from the ground with a grunt before dropping it. The tilt and the jar finally unbalanced the candy that she so desired and it fell to earth with a low thud before he stood back and made a dismissive gesture.

Stark: There you are. Luckily they don't seem to have bolted the vending machines here down with actual security about to keep the peace. In any case, I could very well see what you mean. I wouldn't be at all comfortable teaming with someone you literally cannot turn you back to against myself and a man whom I would not take the time to spit on if he were on fire. But I can just imagine how badly you'd like to get me alone in the ring.

Retrieving her chocolate, Alicia grumbles a little internally; she’s not having the best night, and she could do without more mental molestation from her impending opponent. She pockets the treat, and skirts around the subject.

Alicia: Well, imagining is all you’re likely to get this evening, doc. Thanks for the helping hand, but you ought to be more careful; I’d hate to see you end up as a Darwin Award winner.

A light smirk from the good doctor meets her words, and he simply shrugs and steps back to retrieve his candy. He peers at the wrapper and cocks his head before holding it up, label facing her. His tone is remarkably nonchalant, as if he is talking about the weather to an old friend.

Stark: Have you ever noticed the apostrophe between the E and the S? That would likely mean that a single man made this candy initially. Do you think that on the candy company's website they have in the end user license agreement the owner reserves the right to confiscate any and all peanut butter cups? As if Mr. Reese would walk around that corner and demand my remaining peanut butter cup.

Alicia: Ah, but then would that apply to the original Mr. Reece, or to any person calling themselves that? I suspect some good lawyers could make themselves a lot of money debating that question, and at the end of it we’d be no richer in wisdom that we are now.

She folds her arms, a little gesture to Stark that he should either stick or twist since she’s not going to provide any more potentially valuable insight without a direct question.

He quirks his brow with a light smile at the wordplay. It's not often he gets this from anyone but his consort Ms. Saito, and he'll drink it in as best he can before the pleasantries are over. He eats his remaining cup in silence, leaning against the soda machine before wiping his hands and turning back to her.

Stark: Who scares you more? The misogynist violent monster or the intelligent calculating one?

Alicia muses, fiddling with the chocolate bar in her pocket and breaking it into squares inside the wrapper.

Alicia: Hmm… that’s a trick question, I’ll wager. They’re just different sides of the exact same beast, depending on which direction you approach it from. At least, that’s always been my experience. Both can hurt you, and both eventually succumb.

She scratches her head.

Alicia: I feel as if I’ve walked into the middle of some bizarre mid-80s fantasy film. Next you’ll be asking me the riddle of the sphinx, or the one with the liar and the truth teller. I wonder, though… which do you enjoy more, Dr. Starkweather? The elation of solving a riddle, or the labyrinthine chase for the solution?

A light chuckle meets her somewhat rhetorical question. He decides to grace it with an answer of his own.

Stark: I'm afraid that I am the only one that has ever supplied the riddles. The other men and women in this organization are frightfully straightforward. I haven't had the pleasure of having to unravel a riddle in quite some time, that is why I find your position regarding me to be somewhat intriguing. It's interesting that you always look at me as if you are expecting to be struck at some point.

Alicia might potentially take offense at this, but she can see the truth in the doctor’s words. She gestures lightly with one hand.

Alicia: Oh, well that’s such a straightforward thing that I thought you’d have understood that from the start. I don’t trust you, and why should I? Practically everything you have done in ACW has brought misfortune or misery to one person or another.

She doesn’t expect him to challenge that perspective, but is interested to see how her conversation partner will react.

He merely shrugs off the last comment as a given and continues in with the real root of what he is attempting to discern.

Stark: It's not mistrust in your eyes, Ms. Laureano. It's something else. It's... How to say it... Something of a degree of apprehension. As if you don't wish to interact with me based solely on my reputation.

A slight hesitation, he turning to view the assortment of drinks the machine contains.

Stark: That... Or I remind you of a painful memory. Keep in mind that this is my forte, Ms. Laureano. The longer you speak to me, the more I know about you.

The sense of unease that has been nipping at the back of Alicia’s neck sinks in its teeth properly. The repulsion that she feels is suddenly very strong, but she knows that she needs to be controlled in her retreat.

Alicia: That is indeed a timely reminder, doctor, and I believe that we’ve exchanged enough information for one night. Anything further will have to come in a more tactile form… I’ll see you in the ring.

She has enough willpower to give him a smile before she departs; her stroll is perhaps just a little too calm.

He clanks a dollar from his wallet into the machine and out pops a carbonated orange beverage which he opens with a "ffsssh." He leans back and watches her go... There's definitely something there. He merely has to press the correct button to make the side of her that he has not yet been privy to come out. There is a monster in everyone, and no one is better at making it rear its head than him.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Eye of the X (Credit: FSX)

Thursday July 19th, 2007 -- Shortly following Meltdown

The scene opens to find a very distraught Fallen Souls, which is surprising as most events that take place with FSX have long and quite overdone openings, though that appears to not be the case. He appears to still be feeling the effects of his recent match with Jake Cheng, as there is a bit of a limp in his step, and a few odd bruises over his body. One may wonder just why he is still walking around without a shirt at this time of day, but those same people would of already left the arena. Slowly, he appears to be approaching the Parking Lot, which is quite notably empty the second that he reaches it. The event must of been over quite a while earlier, as there are just two lone cars there. As he makes his approach of a pitiful looking smart-car, he notices a man leaning against it. Something about this man is strangely familiar however, though he can't seem to put his finger on it. Before he can even reach him, however, another man steps out of the shadows and stops him. What a twist, as they would say.

Man: Hold on just a moment, my friend.

FSX: Who the hell are you?

Man: Oh, I'm just a passing man with something to say.

The man smiles, which leads Fallen to take a step away from him, staring him down quite coldly.

FSX: Are you one of those super fans..? Because I saw what happened to fucking BK!

Man: What..? No no no, I don't even like you!

FSX: Really? Why not? I like you...

Man: What..? Didn't you just say you didn't?

FSX: No...I just said I saw what happened to BK...Didn't have to be mean.

Does Fallen Souls have a concussion? The world may never know, but the man seems to just shake off this odd exchange and continue on with what he was saying.

Man: I have a proposition for you...

FSX: Sounds cool.

Man: Right...Anyway, I'd like to book you in a special contest at the upcoming Seven Deadly Sins event.

Suddenly, Fallen walks up to the man and grins, offering a hand. Apparently the thought of wrestling on a PPV makes him feel quite a bit better over losing the Jake, as he hasn't done that in a good year now.

FSX: Well why didn't you say so? I'm in!

Man: Don't you even want to hear what I get in return? I mean, I could be trying to rape you!

There's quite a long pause at this comment, as Fallen again slowly takes a step back, apparently beginning to judge the distance between himself and his car.

Man: Wait! I'm not, I'm just saying that I could be!

FSX: Oh....So what do you want then?

Man: All I want to do is film the process for my new reality show. I call it 'Going the Distance'.

FSX: Really? Well, I've never been on television before! Unless of course ACW counts. That and Korean soap operas.

Man: You were on a Korean soap..?

FSX: I was Doctor Lui Kim on Tan Fu Sho last fall! It was great fun.

Man: Well..hmm..maybe I should find someone else then

FSX: Aw, come on! It's Korea! It doesn't matter!

Man: Well...ok. Finding a replacement on such short notice would of been a pain in the ass anyway.

A smile comes to Fallen's face, as he contemplates being on reality television. It may be the most embarrassing form of entertainment, but at least it pays moderately well.

FSX: So all I have to do is let you guys tape me training for a match against...uh..

Man: Adrian Flamingo, among others. The only requirement is that you follow our training regime, and listen to our trainers.

FSX: Er..you guys have special trainers too? I don't know.. I kind of like to do my own thing.

Man: The pay is two hundred fifty thousand dollars.

FSX: So, who am I training with?

The man turns away, and now motions for the man that was previously leaning against Fallen's shitty little car. With a gasp, FSX nearly falls over himself when he sees Burt Young walk into view. The actor, famous for playing such roles as Bobby Baccalieri Sr. on the Sopranos, and drunken Paulie in the Rocky films, appears to of aged horribly, but the fact of the matter is he looks prepared to train someone.

FSX: Oh my god, it's Paulie!

Young: What the..? I've done othe' stuff ya kno', kid!

Man: Indeed, Burt Young will be your first trainer.

FSX: Oh, awesome!! So, I'll be like Rocky Balbo--

Man: COPYRIGHT INFRINGMENT!!..er..I mean..You'll simply be known by Fallen Souls. That's all. Alright?

FSX: Sure, I guess...though that's alot less fun.

Burt appears to shake his head in disgust, as he turns away and starts walking back to the car, notably smashing a window so he can unlock the door, and go in. Fallen stares on in shock as his alarm system went off, slowly looking back to the man who made this all happen.

FSX: MY FUCKING CAR!!

Man: Er..I'll pay for that later. Anyway, Burt will drive you to the first location! Are you ready?

FSX: Fuck...I guess so.

Man: Good, now move along! We need to get this all taped before Monday!

FSX: Wha..? Why? Seven Deadly Sins isn't until next Saturday.

Man: Yeah, I know, but the show debuts on Tuesday.

FSX: Heh..what is this, Fox?

The man looks nervous for a moment, before Fallen's eyes widen as he realizes the situation. He really should of seen this coming however, as Fox puts on all of the random reality shows.

FSX: Nooo..no..no fucking way!

Man: It'll be fun!

FSX: Fuck no!

Man: You can be Rocky!!

FSX: Well....hm..It'll be a fun story to tell Hunter later.. Alright.

With a newfound look of grimace on his face, Fallen shakes his head and makes his way over to his now broken and beaten car, entering the passenger side and not even managing to close the door before they were off, to train for an incredible contest! As the camera returns to the man who set this all up however, he appears more relieved then anything.

Man: Thank god someone was stupid enough to do this.

With a smirk, he turns to walk back to his own car. One can only wonder now, though, once again, as to what the hell is going on. Is Fallen Souls honestly going to go through with this poorly conceived concept? Should Burt Young really be driving? He didn't look sober. Will this all end in a law suit? We'll likely get answers sooner, rather then later...

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: “The Way to the Top” (Credit: Kudo)

The scene opens up to a shaky start; you can see a man physically pulling the cameraman towards him. As the screen gets back into focus, you can see that that man is Kudo Yasuda.

Kudo: ACW’s always trying to look for good business ventures and prospects, well maybe they’ll take notice to how I’ve eliminated the need to have a third string interviewer standing here with me to get what want to say. Hell I don’t even need you; I could just hold that camera up and film myself talking. But these arms and shoulders are meant for carrying gold.

The cameraman is tempted to shrug his shoulders, but he does his job and continues filming almost like a stone statue.

Kudo: That’s what’s wrong with you people. You take your job and do it like you’re a machine. In fact, you’re not even the machine, you’re like a bolt and a screw in the political machine of ACW. But don’t worry, bolts and screws are important too. A minuscule importance sure, but you have your purpose. Meanwhile, I’m a man of action, of determination, and of progression, and I am readily working my way to the top through all the nooks, kinks and rust of this machine.

How am I going to get there you ask? Well obviously the best way to get the most out of my talents is to replace those that are undeserving of their place above me. Again, you’d think it would be common sense that the best wrestlers, and the most entertaining performers would be your champions and your main eventers. But that’s not exactly how it works is it? While I have devoted my time to trying to gain us light heavyweights some damn respect through the regulations of ACW, I have been taking one step forward and two steps back. Now I am bypassing all of the pleasantries and just going for what I want. I’m taking what is rightfully mine, but the thing that continuously stands in my way are wrestlers that this company has been babying in front of me. Certain people seem to understand this fact, and together with Wyvern, Starkweather and Umeko, I tried to show the world that I can weave my way around and get to the top with all kinds of sleaze and corruption that surrounds us.

But there’s one person I am trying to show the most. Scott Andrews. Last year Scottie Boy and I competitively fought several times and quite frankly – we had our differences. And now we both seem to be intelligent people, but he chooses to try and play rogue vigilante and change the rules, whereas I choose to take advantage of them. That was the key all along to get to the top, and in order for me to get there, I have to outrace him now. I used to take 1 forward and 2 back, but now I’m going to be taking one step forward and kicking Scott Andrews back two steps to prove my point and to reach my goal.

The way to the top isn’t easy, not unless you know how to make it that way. But people like Scott Andrews remain in my way and choose to make it difficult for me. He is the rustiest part of an old system that’s breaking down and he remains that stubborn piece that slows down the ascension of the machines of the new era.

Kudo grabs the camera from the cameraman and films himself at an awkward angle.

Kudo: An era that will be lead by people like me…

Kudo throws the camera back at the man who continues to film Kudo as he heads on back to the locker room.

-Fade Out-

[BK London]

Segment: The Power of The Dark Side (Credit: Scott)

His rage was held in last week even after enough reason was given for a considerable beat down; in Scott’s eyes anyway. He sits in his part of the Senatorial locker room, wrapping his hands in white tape. He finishes one hand and bites the end off the tape before placing it down on a spare nearby stool. As he tightly binds the loose end around his arm he hears a knock at the door.

Scott: Come in…

A shadow passes over Scott as the camera turns and reveals Tim Dwight standing in the doorway.

Scott: Hey, Tim. How’d you get in here?

Dwight: Steve let me in.

Scott: Oh, right, well what can I do for you today?

Dwight moves closer and takes a seat on a fold out chair.

Dwight: I heard about what happened last week in the corridor with my students and - - -

Scott: - - - who told you about that? It was nothing, trust me.

Dwight: Well, if you must know it was Kudo…

Scott’s face turns sour.

Scott: What did he have to say then? Nothing good I’ll bet…

Dwight: He told me you drew a picture of me and pinned it to the notice board, then he actually showed me the picture. Is this what you really think of me Scott?

Dwight holds out the drawing.

Scott: This is all backwards, Tim, you’ve got it all wrong! It was Franchise and X-Treme Kid who did that drawing!

Dwight: Oh really? Then why is there a Scott Andrews signature on the back?

Scott gazes in amazement as he sees an imitation signature on the back of the drawing; the dollar sign has been scribbled out.

Scott: Look, this is just Kudo trying to get back at me! Don’t you see what he’s doing?! I would never do something like this!

Tim looks away in thought, contemplating whether or not to believe Scott.

Dwight: I sincerely hope not. Look, I’ll take your word for it Scott, it does seem a little out of place for someone like you…I’ll keep my eye out for Kudo as well.

Scott: Thanks, Tim.

Dwight: I better head off now. Good luck in your match, Scott.

Scott: Cheers, Tim. I’ll see ya’ later.

After Dwight leaves the room, Scott picks up the drawing from the seat and rips it in two as his temper shines through. His face glows a dark red as he breathes heavily and sits back down again to apply tape to his other hand. Nick Durden had better be prepared to fight a man in a foul mood. I hope for his sake Scott has calmed down a bit before they meet.

FADE OUT.

[BK London]

Segment: No More Lies (Credit: Hunter)

As the scene slowly fades in, the first thing that comes into view for the audience and the television viewing fans at home is a pair of dark feet. The camera slowly moves up along the length of this mysterious figure, until it is finally revealed to be one Kevin Anderson, ACW interviewer extraordinaire. He smiles into the camera sheepishly, turning his head every which way every few seconds, and when he notices the bright red light on top of the camera, his eyes widen. He fixes his collar slightly, opens his mouth, and then promptly closes it. He looks around once again, and then clears his throat, slowly bringing the mic up to his lips. He opens his mouth yet again and pauses, stuttering for a few moments. Clearly at a loss for words, he attempts to combat the awkwardness by simply flying right into the action. And thankfully for him, it is less awkward than that entire previous spectacle.

Kevin: Uh...ladies and gentlemen, I'm...supposed to be here with former ACW World Champion Andrew Hunter, but he seems to be...erm...not here. So, I suppose we can just---

?: Fear not!

Kevin turns to his left and his eyes widen again, partially out of surprise, partially out of relief. Hunter appears beside him, wearing his trademark sunglasses and trench coat, a wide grin on his face.

Hunter: I...have arrived.

Kevin: Oh...well...excellent. So, ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with former ACW---

Hunter: Yeah, they know who I am and what I've done. I'm the goddamn best here, Kevin, you see to continue to forget that.

Kevin: Yes...well...I...

Hunter: Ah, it's okay. I know someone in your petty state would continue to forget about the greatness that is...beheld before you. So...umm...ask your questions!

Kevin: ...sure. Well...I suppose the easiest thing to ask is where you have been all this time? I know you've been back for a month---

Hunter: Then surely you also must know that, when I returned, I clearly stated that I would keep those things to myself. You have no right to know, nor no business in asking.

Kevin: Well technically---

Hunter: Technically nothing, Kevin. Walk away.

Kevin remains still. Hunter shrugs, and Kevin slowly turns back to his mic.

Kevin: Well...anyways...it has been reported that the new Commissioner, Dan White, is planning on kicking you out of ACW.

Hunter: Not ACW, but the Senatorial Office, as it has been my temporary residence for the past month. And not planning, alas, but succeeding.

Kevin: Would you like to comment?

Hunter: Not particularly.

Pause.

Kevin: Well...do you have another place to stay?

Hunter: I suppose the most obvious, easiest, and overall most intelligent thing to do would be to buy my own place, considering I have enough money to do so.

Kevin: Is that what you're doing?

Hunter: Of course not! I'm saving up that money for something better.

Kevin: Like?

Hunter: A PS3. I want me some Metal Gear Solid, bitch.

Kevin: But...don't you already have enough money?

Hunter: Never underestimate its price, Kevin. Next question.

Kevin: No, wait...previous question. Where are you staying?

Hunter: I talked it over with him, and Fallen Souls has agreed to temporarily house me in these...agonizing times.

Kevin: I see. Well, lastly, why have you requested a match with VorteX for Seven Deadly---

Hunter: Sins, right, I'm sure everyone knows the name of the show, Kevin. Why do I want the match? It's quite simple, really.

Dramatic pause.

Hunter: I want to destroy him.

And to directly parallel this, a long, awkward pause.

Kevin: Uh...why?

Hunter: I've stated it outright already, haven't I? He ruined my legacy. Now don't get me wrong, I'm still the greatest goddamn tag team wrestler in all of ACW. Nay, the world. Nay...the universe. The point being that I'm just that goddamn good. But because I will not be the Lethal Lottery Tournament for a second year in a row, surely when people consider who the greatest tag team wrestler in the universe is, they will doubt my name because of this unnecessary setback. Now, of course, they will still agree that is me. But that doubt is unnecessary.

Kevin: So you want to destroy VorteX because he will make people doubt you?

Hunter: Simply put.

Kevin: I...suppose...that makes...umm...

Hunter: Sense. Precisely. I will defeat him for being the weak link of Symph Onyx. I will destroy him for ruining my spotless legacy. And lastly, I will...annihilate him for simply sucking at life and in the ring. Seacrest fucking out.

And with that, Hunter simply walks off screen, leaving a bewildered Kevin all by himself. Kevin looks at the screen and attempts to speak, but once again those moments of awkwardness, silence, and difficulty rear their ugly heads and prevent him from speaking. So, giving up, he simply airs the "cut throat" sign.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 2: Scott Andrews vs Nick Durden (Credit: Kudo)

Match: Scott Andrews vs. Nick Durden (Credit: Kudo)

Madball’s “For My Enemies” blares over the arena as the ACW faithful let out a big cheer for Scott Andrews, the vigilante. Scott rolls into the ring and poses as his music dies down and a big hearty ‘Henshin a go-go baby!’ strikes the speakers and “What I Want” by Daughtry starts up. Nick Durden makes his way to the ring with cheers of his own. After the bell rings, it’s all business though for the both of them.

Durden starts the match off with an arm drag but Scott Andrews rolls back to his feet and throws some punches and follows it up with a dropkick. Durden follows by getting back to his feet quickly as well, and ducks a clothesline from Scott and brings him down with a leg trip. Durden holds onto the leg and tries to apply an ankle lock, but Scott pushes him off with his other foot and rolls back to his feet, both men pausing as they recompose themselves, garnering cheers from the crowd. The two tie up and wear each other down almost equally using an assortment of grounded headlocks and moderate grapple moves.

By the mid match, Nick has the advantage and hits an opportune inverted DDT and goes for the pin. 1—2---no. Scott gets his shoulder up but Nick quickly grabs it and goes for an armbar. The crowd senses the danger, and Scott knows full well he’s in trouble if he stays in the position, but he is adept enough to scramble and wrestle back to a position on his feet and summon enough power to lift Durden up a bit and drop him back down, breaking the armbar hold. The fans clap for the show of strength as Scott shakes off the damage done. As Nick gets back to his feet, Scott goes to work now, chaining several suplexes together, a vertical suplex, a back drop, followed by a quick German suplex that gets Nick right on the back of the neck. Scott holds the bridge – 1,2,kickout.

Scott goes for a pin again, but 2 is all he’ll get at the moment. Nick is lifted back to his feet and Scott drives his boot into his midsection and then takes him down with a drop toe hold which leads Scott to go for the Vigilante Vice, but Nick fights his way onto the ropes. As both men are back up, Nick fires back with some quick strikes, to try and get back into the offensive groove, and he gets in some nifty kicks and a good combination with punches and finishes with a spinning heel kick, taking Scott down. Nick drops to his knees in exhaustion as he goes for the cover, but he gets 2. Nick pulls his way back to his feet and looks at the top rope which seems to be calling for him now. He proceeds to bring Scott into a better position as he goes for his rope assisted move. Nick goes for a split legged moonsault but Scott immediately explodes back to his feet and catches him with a Spider German suplex! The speed of the exchange sends Nick flying further than usual, but Scott is still determined as he remains on the top rope, to get in the final move. The ref is checking on Durden to make sure he’s okay and the fans get louder and louder as Scott repositions himself on the top rope and Nick gets back to his feet, stumbling. The fans are getting really loud now and the ref is still by Durden’s side, making sure he hasn’t injured his neck when finally Scott leaps out and hits the Heatseeker on Nick!

Scott knocks the referee face down and off his feet as he lunges forward. The length Scott had to jump to hit it is impressive, but he connects with it and the added momentum sends him rolling back to his feet only to be met with a crushing Yakuza Knee from a running Kudo on the apron, right into his skull! Scott falls back and lands on Nick’s body as the referee regains his composure after taking the earlier fall. Kudo quickly drops off the apron now and the ref begins counting.

1-2-3.

The entire thing happens in a span of about 6 seconds, and it is clear now that the crowd’s loudness was perhaps warning of the impending trouble Kudo was bringing as he made his way down the ramp almost unnoticed. Kudo turns back around as he hears the bell, and to his surprise, he sees Scott Andrews named the winner, unaware that he had unintentionally given Scott the pinfall victory. Kudo merely smirks and is perhaps satisfied with just hurting Scott and getting into his head.

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