Monday Night Warfare August 6th 2007

[BK London]

Monday Night Warfare August 6th 2007
ACW: Night of Rematches

Schedule of Matches:
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Adrian Flamingo vs OLYMPIA

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Hunter vs Jake Cheng

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Garbage Truck Match
Alicia Kitsune vs Rena

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Falls Count Anywhere
Jason Freeman vs Thunderkiss

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BK London vs Yoko Satoshi

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Tap Out or Knock Out II
The Senator vs Kudo Yasuda

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[BK London]

Segment: If This Isn’t A Call for A Challenger, I Don’t Know What Is (Credit: Wyvern)

Amazing. The cameras that are positioned backstage at Warfare catch the recently scarce glimpse of the ACW World Champion Wyvern, as he roams down the corridors. Walking around aimlessly, Wyvern really exudes he has no idea what he’s up to. Upon the rare sighting, Kevin Anderson rushes up to the rune-faced champion, trying to get an interview.

Kevin: Wyvern! Wyvern!

The repetition of his name being called makes the rather stoic champion turn around, who gives Kevin a look of pure indifference. Kevin, knowing well he’s got security within earshot, decides to go for an interview.

Kevin: Wyvern, can you elaborate on your recent sporadic nature? You show up here and there, but you’re never around much like you used to be? Can you comment on the status of your future here in the ACW?

Wyvern: Seriously, Kevin. Has all of the talk about Entourage and the Senatorial Stable waned down, for you to actually take note of the most superior force in the decrepit ACW?

Kevin: Umm…if you’re referring to your stable, Wyvern…I’d hate to break it to you, but you’re quite…disorganized? The only one who makes a consistent appearance is Starkweather.

Wyvern: Meh. If you really want a reason for why I’m not around much, maybe you show take a look at yourself. You’ll get the answers you’re looking for. I’ve got to find something better to do.

With that, Wyvern turns away…and straight into the path of Chairman Ginger, which elicits a large pop from the crowd viewing the feed through the Alphatron. Wyvern looks very displeased at Ginger’s presence, and Ginger is likewise.

Ginger: Well, well…you managed to pull out a victory at Seven Deadly Sins. I was afraid you wouldn’t have been able to pull that victory out, given the muscular atrophy of such a sedentary lifestyle you’ve had as of late.

Wyvern: Har. Let’s give you a round of applause.

Wyvern mockingly begins to clap, at which Ginger grasps his hands, stopping Wyvern from doing so. Wyvern shoots him a piercing glare.

Ginger: You won’t do anything.

Wyvern hastily pulls his hands back, and adjusts the title belt that rests on his shoulder.

Wyvern: What’s your point?

Ginger: I’m tired of your absenteeism. You call yourself a man who will remold the ACW, even in such a depraved way that you once spoke of. However, you’re a farce. You’ve pulled out some great matches with the title, but you’ve done nothing in way of establishing any new credibility. As the Chairman of Alpha Championship Wrestling, I’m issuing a decree to you. From now on, I’m going to keep you on a short leash.

Wyvern: Sorry, I’m not your lap dog.

Ginger: No, you see, I’m not looking to start anything with you. Such employer-employee bias is so cliché nowadays. I’m actually putting my foot down with you.

Wyvern: And how so?

Ginger: First off, I’m fining you for each and every penny that the ACW World Title belt cost.

The crowd goes wild for the announcement. Wyvern looks completely irate and in shock. Even for a high level roster talent, that’s a very large portion of his salary.

Wyvern: Couldn’t you have just charged me back at the point of incident?

Ginger: You didn’t let me finish.

Wyvern: What now?

Ginger: You can avoid paying the cost of that. But there’s a major catch.

Wyvern: And that is?

Ginger: For the next 45 days, you show up at every Warfare, Meltdown and Pay-Per-View. You don’t need to have a match, but you need to make a presence.

Wyvern: Sounds easy enough.

Ginger: Does it? Given your track record, it’s not. But there’s another catch if you choose option two.

Wyvern: Hmm?

Ginger: I will strip you of the title if you no-show any event until Emperor of the Ring.

Wyvern goes wide-eyed.

Ginger: Don’t make me do it. I don’t like you, but I don’t want to deny you of a fruitful reign. But…also, I’m going to let you know for Heatwave, you NEED an opponent. If you don’t have one, no matter what excuse, I’m going to consider that a no-show. And with that, good day, sir.

Ginger walks off, as a dumbfounded Wyvern looks on. Can he keep his title, and actually be present to add prestige to it?

End segment.

[BK London]

Segment: I’ll Hide Behind A Smile (Credit: Flamingo)

As Adrian arrived to the ACW arena for his match against OLYMPIA, he was in a bit of a conundrum - he had no clue how to approach this match. Even though he and OLYMPIA had faced off twice in ACW and numerous times in independent promotions like Chikara, he never had a strategy that didn’t involve using brass knuckles, pulling the tights, and using the ropes as leverage. That little golden rod was nearly impossible to put down and he had the wrestling fans behind him for some ungodly reason. OLYMPIA never wrestling in ACW for any length of time longer than a week and once he appeared, he was gone until he was booked again. Who did he think he was, anyway?

Adrian nonchalantly grabbed a chair in the craft services room and planted his elbows firmly in the table after tossing the mask he has won from OLYMPIA on the table. As Adrian stared down into the mask, looking for some sort of method behind OLYMPIA’s madness, he realized that OLYMPIA was unlike any other luchador he had ever faced. Unlike most luchadores, OLYMPIA didn’t play fairly in the bet match - not like Adrian did anyway. Regardless, he had to admit it was pretty fucking cheap to have a second mask. It was even cheaper that he continued to wear it like the match had never occurred. Regardless, Adrian felt at the peak of his game lately.

Not just at his game, but in his casual life. Ever since he took Starkweather’s advice, life couldn’t have been any smoother. No more anxiety attacks, no more frustrations, and no more mocking laughter. He was a free man… however he had something picking at him. Nothing too big, but enough to be noticeable… enough to piss him off entirely at times… and enough to make him want to pull his hair out. If there was anything that pissed off Adrian, it was a self-imposing bully; which is what he had encountered a few weeks back. When you grow up from a better off family than most, there is no such thing as getting in a lot of trouble. In fact, there wasn’t too many problems that a few dollar bills couldn’t fix or make people forget it ever occurred. DUI’s, fights, school violations - all of them fixed with a signature on a personalized check from his father so Adrian would grow up with a clean record.

Adrian gazed up from the table and stared at ACW Interviewer, Charlotte King who was lightly sipping coffee from a Styrofoam cup as she anxiously waited for the beginning of the show. He knew how to get the great Avenger’s attention again. As Adrian stood up from the cafeteria table and slid the OLYMPIA mask over his face, he looked Charlotte up in her blue dress suit attire. He tapped Ms. King on the shoulder and held his arms open wide.

“OLYMPIA”: “OOOOOLYMMMMPIIAAAAA!”

Mrs. King was a little more than surprised, but saw through Adrian’s disguise. She wasn’t too thrilled with him at the moment, and hadn’t been since their confrontation a little while back, but she decided to give him the benefit of a doubt. Perhaps he was there to apologize in his own weird way.

Charlotte: “What is it, Mr. Flamingo?”

Adrian kept his arms outstretched and didn’t move an inch as he cried out once more…

“OLYMPIA”: “OOOOOOOLLLLLYMMMMMMPIIIIAAAAAAAAA!”

Now Charlotte’s patience was running out. Her facial features went from pleasant to painfully annoyed as she placed her hands on her hips.

Charlotte: “Mr. Flamingo, I’m not amused. Now, is there anything you want or are you just here to act like the infantile jerk you are?”

Adrian dramatically grabbed at his hearts with both hands and hung his head down low.

“OLYMPIA”: “Oooo-lym-pi-a? Oh, Charlotte, I have come to profess my undying love for you! I have watched you from the dark corners of the ACW hallways too shy to approach you. I know I’m not the most muscular, the most handsome, hell, I’m not even the most talented… but I just wanted to know if maybe… you’d wanna… go out sometime?”

Charlotte continued to be unamused and was about to give Adrian a piece of her mind, but “OLYMPIA” cut her off.

“OLYMPIA”: “I assure you, that once you’ve been with a man from the 5th Dimension, you’ll never be with another man. Mostly because our mate dies after intercourse. I’m not kidding, you know how they say that Superman’s ejaculations are like shotgun blasts? Mine are like atom bombs. No kidding, Harry Truman told me to bang the hottest chick in Hiroshima and well… we all know what happened from there. So, Mrs. King, is tonight a good night to start World War 3?”

Charlotte faced switched from annoyed to outraged as she unleashed a hell of a slap upside Adrian/OLYMPIA’s head. Muttering something about “chauvinistic pigs”, Charlotte stomped out of the room as Adrian smiled and pulled the mask off of his head. For a little thing, she had a lot of power behind her slaps. Regardless, that should get his attention… if not, Adrian could think of something that would.

[BK London]

Segment: Journey to the East part I.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
4:09 pm.

Japan is so beautiful this time of year. As I step out of the airport into the hustle and bustle of industrial Tokyo, I see the beauty of the home I left behind. I decided to sit at a park bench in a small park located next to the airport. I can hear the loud engines of the planes as they fly off into the sky, but my eyes are focused on the Sakura trees. They have blossomed quite well, a bloom that will be short lived. Each individual pink flower moves with the air like a beautiful dancer, but is held tightly by their branches. An intimate dance which will soon end come fall. I soon become aware why our Japanese customs view these trees as transitions in our own lives. We have blooms beauty and elegance, but we have times where we go without. It is with these words that I decide to move on.

I am waiting for a taxi, but something catches my eye. A rickshaw pulled by a muscular man is just a few feet away from me. The taxi pulls up to my feet, but I decide against it. Paying the man, I step into the rickshaw and smile. I am reminded of my childhood as I look out the window and see the wheels spinning around, the beauty of Tokyo whirling past me. It’s not a main form of transportation now- only strictly for tourism- but the experience in the rickshaw brings me back to a simpler time; A time when I was too young to care about careers and choices. He places me back to where I once was, and I pay him again for his troubles. Donning a wide-brimmed hat, I finally find a taxi. I decide to stay in a hotel for the night before making my travels. I step into an elegant hotel, lined with gold and which shined like a new penny. The woman at front desk bowed before me.

Woman: Hajimemashite.

I almost speak to her in English, but her language catches me off guard and I bow.

Woman: You speak English?

Rena: I do yes, but I also speak Japanese. I’m enquiring about a suite.

Woman: A suite, yes? Just a moment.

She shuffles quickly over to her post, tapping the keyboard quickly. She smiled, grabbing a key-card from underneath her. Her English, I note, is impeccable for her age. She seems to be about 45, an age I believed all women were too traditional to modernize.

Woman: Name?

Rena: Rena…

I think; Western or Eastern name?

Rena: Rena Kimura.

Woman: Okay! And…..here’s your key!

Rena: Arigato.

She smiles and bows once again. As I walk to the elevator, I realize I would hate working in such an establishment. Bowing all day would kill the back, but it really does show how through so much modernization we still keep some tradition. The elevator slave, as I like to call him, helps me into the elevator and smiles as I ask him to go up to the top in perfect Japanese. As we begin to move he asks me to sit on the small chaise and wait.

Worker: It is a small journey to get up this building.

And I believe him. I remember wondering if it was really a hotel or a business office you see in New York scraping the skies. I sit, obligated because he asked me to so politely. It’s quite comfortable for a seat you only sit on as you wait. Life is waiting, but if there was always a chaise through life I’m sure we wouldn’t go through it with such anger.

Worker: Business?

Rena: No, visiting family.

Worker: Oh, they live around this area?

Rena: In Tano, actually.

Worker: Such a small community!

Rena: They’re traditional.

Worker: They must be proud having such a relative with good fortune.

Rena: Something like that…

I’d explain to him the truth, but there aren’t enough floors for a story like mine. I only stop the chat and wait for the floor. Jesus, I’m glad I decided to sit. We finally reach it, and I hop out of my chair as graceful as I can. I take my suitcase with me and wheel it from the elevator. I pay the man, who was kind to me, and bow gratefully. Out of many things, I was taught manners and appreciation in Japan…a kind where is not so common anywhere else in such abundance. The door closes and I leap up from my bow. I wonder, as I walk down the hallway, if I still have the perfect form I was always praised for. I finally reach my room and swipe the card through the lock.

Rena: Here we go…

I hear the familiar click, bringing me back to my travelling days in ACW. Opening the door, I gasp at the beauty which appears from nowhere. It has a modern-traditional theme, casting a spell on the renter the minute they open the door. There is a small Koi pond in a far corner, while a quiet stream of water trickles from a sculpture of rocks to imitate a small garden. I sit on the bed, which I can feel the expensive sheet beneath my hand, and gaze throughout the room. To me, it seems like a loft and not a room. It stretches for miles compared to the places I’m used to being in. Quite comfortable living, I’d say. For now, enough with being intoxicated with the beauty…I’m tired…I look at the clock and it reads 7:54pm. Time to sleep. I slip under the covers and turn off the lights. I don’t even bother taking off my clothes before I slumber off.

[BK London]

Segment: “Cashing In” (Credit: Kudo)

When Kudo Yasuda wants to get somewhere, he walks there with an undeniable stride of confidence. On this occasion however, the light heavyweight savior treads with a noticeable limp and assists himself lightly with a cane on one hand, with the Seven Deadly Sins briefcase in the other. One thing that hasn’t changed is his serious, and now angry, demeanor. Kudo finally reaches his destination: Commissioner Dan White’s office. He barges in, well as forceful as he can, given his situation.

Dan(lifting his head up): Kudo! What can I do for you?

…

Geez, you look terrible.

Kudo slams the briefcase on the desk in front of Dan White.

Kudo: Open it.

Dan: Now now, let’s not forget the pleasantries; we’re both civilized men here right? Now first thing’s first, how are you doing? That was one hell of a match you and Scott Andrews put on at Seven Deadly Sins. I’m sure the fans thought so too. So how are you feeling?

Kudo: …How am I feeling? You want to know? I’ll tell you. At the moment, I’m feeling like I was just knee deep in a pool of piranhas chewing at my shin for dinner. And you know those little mallets doctors use on your knee to test your reflexes? Well at the moment I’m feeling like someone just pounded on my knee just like that, but with a sledge hammer. I’m feeling absolutely pissed off ----!!

Kudo throws his cane against the wall, breaking it into 2 pieces.

Kudo: Pissed off because I’m using that damn cane like an old handicapped man. But you know, what I’m feeling most right now is anxious Mr. White. Now I waited a long, slow week to finally set foot back in this office. I’ve been staring at this briefcase from my hospital bed the entire time I was there, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let another day pass by before I claimed my prize.

Now open it.

Dan: Well let me look back at the contract…

Dan pulls out from under a bunch of papers, another paper, a copy of the contract for the SDS ladder match.

Dan: Now it says here, that the winner of the ladder match, the man who brings down the locked briefcase - that’s you of course –

Kudo rolls his eyes.

Dan(reading and paraphrasing): The man who brings down the briefcase will present said briefcase to the commissioner the following show where it will be unlocked and its contents will be awarded to the victor.

Dan places the wrinkled paper down.

Kudo: So here I am. Open it.

Dan: I’m afraid I can’t do that Kudo. You see, the contract clearly stated that you were to present the briefcase to me at the following show from Seven Deadly Sins. And that meant Meltdown. As you can see, it is Warfare now, and so I don’t have the key anymore. Management runs these kinds of things Kudo, I’m not the bad guy here. It’s how things work.

The camera zooms in to Kudo’s face, who remains absolutely still. Almost frighteningly still.

Kudo: …what did you say?

Dan: I’m sorry, but I can’t open that briefcase for you tonight. But I tell you what I will do. You leave that briefcase with me and I’ll be sure to do everything I can to get it open. Besides, you don’t want to have to worry about this tonight, you have a huge main event match with the Senator.

Kudo continues to stare at the surprisingly calm commissioner in disbelief and frustration, his injuries from the very match that brought him the briefcase all of a sudden proving to be the cause of its futility. As Kudo assesses the situation further, he gets angrier and angrier, his jaw showing visibly through his cheek as he clenches it. However through it all, he maintains that no matter how screwed he feels now, Dan White is right about getting ready for his big rematch with the Senator. Kudo unclenches his jaw and says calmly:

Kudo: Just…open it.

Kudo walks out, grimacing at first, but walking through his pain without the cane, leaving the locked briefcase on top of Dan’s desk. The commissioner grins as the scene comes to a fade out.

-Fade Out-

[BK London]

Segment: Another Rematch (Credit: Jake, Michael)

INT. DAN WHITE’S OFFICE – EARLY SHOW

JAKE
C’mon Dan, look at the card. Jake versus Hunter three has to be bigger than a plain old singles second on the card.

DAN
Jake, you know I can’t help you. I don’t book the shows. I can’t move your match higher on the card. But I could...no.

JAKE
What?

DAN
Fine. Just because you need all the help you can get to win. You can pick the stipulation of the match. And you have to go tell Hunter since I am swamped with work.

JAKE
Fine. Deal. Thanks Dan.

DAN
Yeah, well....you owe me.

Jake shakes hands with his friend and turns to leave the office. He opens the door but has no way to get out. A man who probably won’t let him through without a fight, Nick Durden, blocks his exit. The crowd cheers as Nick walks into the room like Jake isn’t even there. Cheng steps back, and steps out of the way. But Nick shuts the door behind, looks Jake in the eye with a look of disgust and keeps going to Dan’s desk.

DAN
Umm, I don’t believe that you have an appointment.

NICK
Appointment? That’s a good one, Dan-o. You almost had me believing you actually had other important things to do. Tell ya what, you just give me what it is I want, and I’ll leave you so you can play solitaire or surf for Midna porn with Thunderkiss, savvy? I need a match.

DAN
Sorry, the card is full, but maybe you could make an appoi...

NICK
Oh, you thought I meant tonight? Pshaw. What I’m taking about is bright lights, fireworks, white doves, matchup banners made by BK London. I’m talking about Heatwave, August 25, Nick Durden vs. Jake Cheng.

The crowd cheers but Jake cuts in.

JAKE
What are you talking about? Why does he deserve a rematch? He was losing anyway. Two seconds later and he would have been lying flat on the ground anyway and I would have been back in the ring.

NICK
And if your dad had pulled out two seconds later, I wouldn’t even have to put up with your insolence.

JAKE
Fuck you. You don’t deserve to share the ring with me. Why don’t you go win a title or two and win some matches, then you can talk rematch.

NICK
I don’t deserve to share the ring with you? Oh yeah, because scrubs like Andrew Williams and Scott Levi are quite the intimidating opposition. You listen here, Jakers. You should realize that I’ve surpassed you already. I just haven’t had my opportunities yet.

JAKE
And yet, you still need that certain something to surpass me. What is it? Oh that’s it. Talent.

DAN
Both of you twats shut it!

They both fall silent at turn toward an obviously frustrated Dan White.

DAN
So this is how this will happen. There will be a match at Heatwave. Jake Cheng vs. Nick Durden. And it will be...well you know what, I’ll let you two sweat a bit. Good day. Now get out.

EXT. DAN WHITE’S OFFICE

[BK London]

Segment: Little Red Lie (Credit: BK)

Just as we return from commercial, we see Gingerdude making his way through the secretary's area of his office to his own personal room. He greets the new secretary hired this week while passing through and turns the knob to his office door. Once he enters, he is taken back a little when he sees someone in his locker room waiting for him.

Ginger: Ah, so what can I do for you this evening...BK..

The camera swings over to BK London sitting on the edge of the Chairman's desk. He rises off the oak wood desk and makes his way towards the Chairman, getting right in his face.

BK: What you can do is put me in a match against Thunderkiss, TONIGHT!

This statement gets a roar of approval from the crowd, but it appears Gingerdude doesn't share the same idea in mind by his less than estatic expression.

Ginger: As enticing as that sounds BK, I'm not going to sign that match for tonight.

BOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ginger: Both Thunderkiss and yourself already have respective matches tonight, and rather NOT ruin the big anticipated encounter at Heatwave. So, the answer is no.

The boos continue to pour in from the crowd, and BK London doesn't very happy himself. He can still feel the shot from the trophy shot that Thunderkiss gave him in the back of his head last week on Meltdown.

BK: No, huh? Well, I guess we all can't get what we want huh?

Ginger: That's right. I'm glad your taking this so well.

BK: Well Ginger, it's all about the maturation I've been going through. I understand that I always can't have everything I want, I'm no longer the kid that was staring you in the eye just three years ago.

Ginger: I can definitely see the change..

BK turns and begins to make his way out the locker room.

Ginger: WAIT A MINUTE!

BK stops.

BK: What?

Ginger: You're not going to fool me with this one, BK London, I'm asking you not to jeoporadize my Falls Count Anywhere Match with Thunderkiss tonight.

BK: What?! Of course I won't, I mean I have a match with Yoko to prepare for, why would I do that?

Ginger: You've done that too many times before BK, I mean it this time.

BK: Of course man, I'm not going to do anything.

Camera cuts behind BK where his fingers are crossed.

BK: You've got my word.

BK exits the locker room as Ginger heads back to his desk to attend to more work, and the scene fades out with a devilish smile across BK's face.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: I’ve Been Gone Too Long (Credit: Flamingo)

As the camera returns from commercial, a gold clothed head appears slowly up into the camera’s view. As more of it gets into the frame, it’s very apparent it’s OLYMPIA… that is, until the blonde hair is seen poking through the bottom of the mask. The black Adrian Flamingo t-shirt was another giveaway.

“Salutations, wrestling fans! It is I, OLYMPIA, here to grace you with my presence! Now, I know it’s been some time since you’ve last seen me. Hey, the 5th Dimension is a pretty big playground and sometimes you get caught up staring into the infinite abyss of unicorn dust that you forget about all prior commitments. Hey, though, I’m back in ACW tonight to have one match, and then disappear until the next random booking occurs. So, I know I remember ACW, but does ACW remember OLYMPIA? In case you have, ACW, I’ve gathered some handy dandy little factoids that’ll surely job your memory!”

“OLYMPIA” proceeded to reach into his back jean pocket and remove some white index cards and a pair of reading glasses. After carefully placing the glasses over the black star in the middle of his face, “OLYMPIA” cleared his throat.

“Oh yes, this is a good one! Did you know that leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9 percent of germs, but I can kill 100 percent of whatever the hell I want?”

“OLYMPIA” proceeded to loose his shit and laugh hysterically, but then unexpectedly snap upright. Adrian Flamingo resumed control of this interview, and slowly pulled the OLYMPIA hood off of his face. Adrian glared at the camera through his hair that partially covered them.

“Yeah… I didn’t really think these jokes were too funny either. In fact, I’m pretty sure no one really finds OLYMPIA that funny anymore. So, what do you say, funny man? This is your 3rd ACW encounter with Adrian Flamingo, and so far you’ve got jack on me. I mean, our first match ended in a draw… and our second? Well, our second match is why I have this…”

Adrian held up OLYMPIA’s mask and gazed into the eye ports of the mask, as if he was searching for a soul in there. A vision or a power source behind the man known as OLYMPIA. Surely, a man who wrestled three times in the company’s history could not be as over as he was. Adrian continued as he kept his eyes locked onto the empty portholes.

“You know, OLYMPIA, in a standard bet match, the loser is forced to agree to the wagered stakes. Well, here I am holding your mask, and yet there you are continuing to masquerade with another one on. Are you aware what they would do to you if this was Mexico City? Could you face the consequences if we were in Mexicali? They’d hunt you down, OLYMPIA, they’d torch you. They’d hang your golden rod ass from the highest tree in town and there wouldn’t be enough palm-strikes in the world that could stop them. Fortunately for you, this is not Mexico City. This is America, where stipulations and bets are not always followed through and are easily forgotten after a small number of years. Unfortunately for you, you’re not facing the same Adrian Flamingo you faced all those months back. Nope, the Adrian Flamingo you faced is dead…”

Adrian tilted his head to glare at the camera with a smirk on his face.

“I’m what’s left. I’m stronger, I’m faster, and I’m far better skilled than that hack you stood across the ring from in your last ACW match. Don’t believe me? Do me a favor and watch my match from Seven Deadly Sins. I don’t quite recall OLYMPIA receiving a standing ovation the last time he was in ACW, but do you blame the crowd? OLYMPIA is nothing but a fad spun up by the chubby member of a moderately successful independent tag team. Your moves are contrived, your jokes are horrible and nerdy, and well, you’re far over-hyped. I mean, if there are truly two types of people in the world: those who have lost to OLYMPIA and those who haven’t faced him… where exactly does that leave me? If memory serves me right, and it does, I’ve YET to lose to you. So, that would mean that I’m a part of some secret third party that consists of people who have consecutively kicked your ass - me being the only one there. So, OLYMPIA, you’re the only man in the world that can give 110%… well, if I’ve faced you at your best, I hope you can crank it up to 11 for your own sake.”

Adrian giggled as he slid the OLYMPIA mask over his hand and proceeded to play with it like a puppet.

“I think that went really well, don’t you Olympia?”

“OLYMPIAAAAA!!!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. OLYMPIA, I’ll try to be more careful next time…”

“OOOOOOOOOO-LYYYYYYYYYYMMMMMM-PIIIIIII-AAAAAA!”

Adrian chuckled as he placed his own forehead into his palm as the scene faded into commercial.

[BK London]

Match 1: Adrian Flamingo vs OLYMPIA (Credit: XS3)

Philip enters the ring with his mic in hand.

Philip: "The following contest is a rematch from Winter's Discontent 2006! Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California, standing 5'11" and weighing in at 199 lbs, he is Adrian Flamingo!"

The sounds of "Hello" by the Rollins Band enters the arena. As the drum portion kicks into the song, the video flashes to highlight clips of Adrian who stomps his way on stage and holds his arms out to welcome whatever reaction he receives. After inhaling either his love or hatred, he confidently walks to the ring with a smile on his face. After sliding into the ring, he holds one arm up into the air as he climbs the turnbuckle and holds it there until it’s either time for his opponent to make their way out, or for the match to begin.

Philip: "And his opponent..."

The fans are already entering the cheering like madmen stage and they hold up various signs that show their support for their hero.

Philip: "...he also stands at 5'11" and weighs in at 170 lbs, he... is..."

Philip and the Fans: "OLYMPIA!!!"

The arena lights go out. The intro to "Through the Fire and Flames" begins on the house speakers, golden strobes and a huge golden mask dominated by a black star in the middle of the face flashing onto the JumboTron flicker to the beat of the drums. As the song begins in earnest, OLYMPIA takes the stage. He is wearing a golden cape with white on the in-side, and he pauses to pose with both fists touching one another over his chest. He goes down the ramp, slapping every hand put in his direction all the way around the ring before climbing the stairs and jumping in over the top rope, climbing the opposite turnbuckle to signal to the crowd once more.

Bell rings.

OLYMPIA gets the crowd on his side with little to no difficulty whatsoever. Flamingo is less than impressed and he rushes towards OLYMPIA, getting his opponent to join him in a collar and elbow tie-up. As the crowd chants for their hero, Flamingo gets in a quick side headlock, which OLYMPIA counters into a hammerlock followed by spinning Flamingo around and arm dragging him to the canvas. The crowd pops as OLYMPIA keeps his grip on Flamingo's arm, trying to force his opponent to submit in order to redeem himself of the loss at WD '06. However, Flamingo wants to go 2-0 against the 5th Dimensional Hero so he rises up from the canvas and nails OLYMPIA with a clothesline that causes him to roll backwards once he hits the ground.

Flamingo mocks the fallen OLYMPIA by flexing mightily to the crowd that boos him before stomping on OLYMPIA a few times. He picks up the fan favorite and holds up his hand before striking OLYMPIA with the testicular claw. The referee warns Flamingo that if he keeps it held, he'll be disqualified. Flamingo lets go at 3 but looks on at a damaged OLYMPIA. As the female fans get jealous at Flamingo for actually putting his hand on OLYMPIA's junk, OLYMPIA regains his stamina and unloads with a killer knife edge chop on Flamingo, who cries out. OLYMPIA then ducks under a chop and spins Flamingo around. In a flash, OLYMPIA turns and backflips over Flamingo before hooking his arms around Flamingo's waist and nailing the Zero-G Suplex for a close two count.

The crowd keeps on cheering for OLYMPIA, who picks up Flamingo and gets another chop in. OLYMPIA then chops Flamingo again but a third attempt is in vain when Flamingo ducks under and tosses OLYMPIA out from under his legs. Flamingo then hits OLYMPIA with a stunner variation and pins for a two count. Flamingo then applies his cut-throat camel clutch to OLYMPIA, who refuses to quit. The crowd tries to get OLYMPIA up to his feet and he finally does so, elbowing Flamingo in the midsection. However, Flamingo gets a quick knee to the midsection and whips OLYMPIA into the turnbuckle. Flamingo then punches OLYMPIA and knocks him down in the corner in a seated position. As he backs up, the crowd boos him as he attempts the A.D.H.Knee. At the last moment, OLYMPIA nimbly rolls out of harm's way, causing Flamingo's knee to strike the turnbuckle.

OLYMPIA then gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, preparing to connect with the ever deadly 1.21 Gigawatt Strike, much to the delight of the fans. But before the fans can even utter the words "Great Scott!", Flamingo ducks under and brings up the 5th Dimension Warrior on his shoulders. The OLYMPIA fanbase (which is everyone in the arena) is booing full force as Flamingo nails the 1980 Flamingo Special. Flamingo covers and gets the 1-2-3.

Bell rings.

Philip: "Here is your winner, Adrian Flamingo!"

"Hello" hits and the crowd is booing full force. Not because Flamingo won but because OLYMPIA lost. And that's a great reason to boo. Flamingo exits the ring after getting his arm raised and heads to the back, ready to fight another day. In the ring, OLYMPIA gets to his feet and is met with echoing cheers and praise. He points to the fans before leaving the ring and heading to the back. Although he lost, OLYMPIA will have time to relax with a slice of pizza, topped with broken glass, gold dubloons and teeth of his enemies.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: Journey to the East part II.

Sunday, August 05, 2007
10:06am

The day began as it always had. I woke up and stepped out onto the balcony to have a cigarette, a habit I picked up soon after I moved to America. Through the screen I could hear music pouring from the mahogany alarm clock, fashioned in an antique look. A Japanese artist is singing an updated modern take of ‘best of my love’, which is very well done especially with the impeccable English phrasing. Maybe I’ll check out the rights to the song and see if I can have as an entrance when I return home, note to self: talk to Ginger. The upbeat and light-hearted vision of the song encouraged me to bounce around the room in my panties after I had put out my smoke. No matter how upbeat or light-hearted the music made me feel, I soon realized I was to see my mother in the afternoon. I took a shower and did my make-up at a glacial pace. In a traditional mood, I unpacked an elegant kimono my father had bought for me when I left for the States. After I remembered how to properly put it together, I was all dressed. I had no traditional shoes, though, so heels would have to do. A knock came to the door as soon as I was almost finished closing my suitcase.

…: Housecleaning!

A cheery voice sung through the door. I grabbed everything I brought, looked around quickly and hurried to the door. I was still fumbling with my earring when I opened and let her in.

Woman: Hajimemashite.

I bow, and allow her in. I didn’t even stop to have a small chat; I just let her do her thing as I slipped out and down the elevator. A new man was there, and as I sat in the comfortable chaise the same conversation ensued as the day before. It was the same front desk lady as I entered the front hall. She smiled, bowed and thanked me for coming. The typical Japanese, I bowed as well and thanked her for her hospitality and complimented her on the establishment. Of course she isn’t the owner, but human beings have this belief that if they tell at least one person that is attached to the subject, it is all that needs to be said. She tells me that a transit bus will be arriving shortly, and wishes me a fortunate day. I wish her the same and take my luggage to wait for the bus, sitting on a bench beside an older gentleman. He’s one of those men who dress in suits and sit at the bench and read the stocks all day, and I can tell because he flips to them numerous times while I sit beside him, as if he hopes they would have changed by the time he looks again. He looks up and smiles towards me, lowering his papers.

Gentleman: What a beautiful sight.

Usually I’d be a bitch, stick up my nose and flip my hair. In Japan, I get to play coy and sweet. It’s a role I like to switch once I come here on trips. I kindly smile, and look into his eyes. He’s not Asian at all, a mix of a European heritage I assumed. His almond-shaped eyes beamed towards me.

Rena: Thank you.

Gentleman: Traveling by bus? Such a beauty, on a bus!

He laughed at this, and so did I. I really had nothing back to say, as I was never hoping for a conversation with him.

Gentleman: Married?

Rena: Somewhat.

Gentleman: Somewhat? Either you are, or you aren’t.

Rena: Well I am. There’s just not much in the marriage, I suppose.

Gentleman: Then why stay with the man?

I stop and think, but then I wonder who he thinks he is to be asking such personal questions. Instead of looking insulted I smile and continue on. I’ve never really spoken about it so what the hell, right?

Rena: He works in the same business as I do and we have a lot of working time together.

Gentleman: And it would be awkward as divorcees?

Rena: Exactly.

Gentleman: Well that’s no excuse to stay in an unhappy marriage.

Rena: I never said I was unhappy in it.

I’m beginning to get defensive and he can tell. He drops the entire conversation and he goes back to his paper. By now, I’m getting frustrated and want to continue this conversation without just dropping it.

Rena: It’s just not much of a marriage.

Gentleman: Well you just need to think it through. Do you really want a life like that?

He didn’t even look from his paper. I was about to answer, but the bus shuttled into the parking spot. I nodded my head, still in this ridiculous kimono, and hurried onto the bus. I paid the man, and sat down. He looked back and asked where I was headed, to which I replied. He gave me a confused look, but started the bus and continued on the route. The bus was packed with different executive-like people and various teenagers in street clothing. I felt odd sitting alone with a traditional kimono when modernity was swarming around me like a hive of bees. I sat back and looked out the window. Tano would be quite the drive from Tokyo, especially with all the stops this man was making for the passengers. I listened to a couple behind me argue, a baby in the distance crying, kids talking about the newest single of some artist. Nothing out of the ordinary compared to what Americans do, but I was intrigued because it was said in another language. I closed my eyes, and I think I may have drifted off.

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[BK London]

Segment: Working Hazards (Credit: Hunter)

As we return from the commercial break, we are instantly treated to a view of award winning ACW interviewer Kevin Anderson, who stands perfectly still, mic in hand, awaiting his cue. When he receives it, he opens his mouth to speak, but promptly closes it when he hears a noise coming from down the hall. He turns his head slightly as he continues to listen to this noise, which sounds like slow, loud, footsteps. The camera turns to show an empty hallway, although the footsteps are seemingly coming from around the corner. Eventually they stop just before the corner, and Kevin continues to stare blankly at this area, not daring to take his eyes off of it. Suddenly, there is a loud inhalation, followed by a booming voice.

Hunter: TONIGHT...WE DINE...IN HELL!

And with that, Hunter jumps out from around the corner, Leonidas face on, and lunges at Kevin. Kevin recoils back and shuts his eyes tightly, awaiting impact...but nothing comes. He slowly opens his eyes only to find Hunter standing right next to him, leaning against the wall, blowing bubbles with his bubble gum. He turns to Kevin nonchalantly and slowly nods his head.

Hunter: What's up?

Kevin says nothing, and instead regains his composure, clears his throat, and looks back into the camera.

Kevin: Uh...ladies and gentlemen...I'm here with ACW wrestler Andrew Hunter, who tonight will have a match with Jake Cheng. Hunter, what are your thoughts on---

Hunter: SPARTA!

Kevin flies back off camera as Hunter remains in his neutral position leaned against the wall. He cannot help but slightly chuckle to himself, but he promptly clears his throat and once again resumes nodding.

Hunter: Well, I can't say I'm entirely pleased with facing him. On one hand, I've had worse enemies...like Dan, but that one's too much of a pussy to even consider facing me. Oh, and RDK, but he's...like...dead, or something.

Kevin slowly and carefully walks back into the shot as Hunter continues, ignoring him.

Hunter: But it should be interesting. I've faced him...how many times, now, Kevin?

The latter looks startled at the direct acknowledgment of himself, and he slowly stutters as Hunter stares at him.

Kevin: ...I...I...

Hunter draws closer to him, forcing Kevin to draw back, but then Hunter quickly recoils.

Hunter: Thirteen times, Kevin, I have faced him thirteen times in various match ups. And do you know how many times I've won?

Kevin: ...I...n...not...really...

Hunter: Well do your research, then, Kev. I've won eleven of those times. And tonight, I plan to make it twelve. Again, if they wanted to throw me some sort of difficult opponent or something like that, they should've thrown me someone who's actually beaten me more than two times. Hell, fucking Jonny Spade would've been a better opponent. But I suppose I'm not allowed to complain, am I?

Kevin stutters again as Hunter looks over at him.

Hunter: Rhetorical question, Kevin, don't worry about it. Anything else?

Kevin: Uh...I...

Hunter: What, do you have a gun in your mouth or something?

Kevin pauses, and then resumes his awkward stuttering.

Hunter: Vowels, Kevin. Christ, go watch Fight Club or something.

And with that, Hunter walks off screen, leaving Kevin all by himself. Kevin turns to the camera and lifts his mic, but just before he can say a word, Hunter comes up behind him and slaps him on the shoulder. Kevin jumps up, but Hunter remains perfectly cool.

Hunter: By the way, sorry about that whole Spartan moment at Seven Deadly Sins. Is your chest doing okay?

Kevin: ...I...uh...w...

Hunter: Good. See you later.

And with that, he disappears once again. Kevin turns back to the camera and clears his throat for what may be the hundredth time, and then raises the mic to his lips yet again. He's finally confident enough in his ability to actually say something, but mere seconds before he does, Hunter comes back into the shot, sneaks up behind him, and pauses just inches away from Kevin's ear. He has only one word for him.

Hunter: SPARTA!!!!!!!!!

Kevin literally flies face first into the camera, and the last things we hear are (in chronological order) the sounds of breaking glass, an unintelligible groan, and a chorus of laughter, the latter coming from only one person, oddly enough. One does not need an imagination to paint this scenario...

Cut to Black

[BK London]

Segment - A little challenge (Credit: VorteX)

The scene fades in to an overhead shot of the ACW arena, which as always, is absolutely packed. The fans are extremely eager to get on to the next part of the show, which soon comes upon them in the way of “Out of the Ashes”. Vortex appears at the top of the ramp, and strolls down slowly with a confident but agitated swagger about him. The fans cheer loudly for Vortex, and even though he claims to be neutral it seems that he’s becoming more and more of a face these days. Vortex walks up the ring steps and into the ring, and grabs a microphone.

Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.

The fans continue to cheer as Vortex paces the ring, looking like he definitely has a few things to get off of his chest.

Vortex: At Seven Deadly Sins, I had the biggest win of my career no doubt. What was really great about that win was it was done cleanly, under my own power, and most importantly without the aid of foreign objects…such as chairs.

The fans continue to be very loud and the atmosphere in the arena is electric, it seems as if the roof may be blown off at any moment from the ruckus going on.

Vortex: Last week however, I did not win. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, as I’m not one to let a simple record get me down. The way I lost however, is what has me agitated. I wholly expected Dan White to get a cheap shot on me, and to the best of my ability I tried to prevent it. Alas, I still was hit with a chair…only to kick out. After Dan went running out of the ring like a scared little girl, his cohort XS3 decided to blindside me for a quick win.

A “Dan is a girl” chant starts up in some section of the arena, and a few puzzled fans discuss the meaning of ‘cohort’. Nevertheless, they still cheer on and Vortex starts to speak again.

Vortex: The thing is most of my losses are unclean losses. Well, I’m more than tired of that. I can say, in the future, those who blindside me, hit me with chairs, and overall beat me in a shady manner will get the same in return….TENFOLD.

A large pop from the crowd ensues, and the tension in the arena rises just a little bit higher. The fans know that Vortex means business.

Vortex: I could spend all night going on about revenge, but I have other more important things to discuss. I think it’s about high time I stop sitting on my ass, and I think it’s time I go after a little gold of my own.

Another pop from the crowd and the arena tension rises to a peak, because fans always love a good title match. Vortex continues to pace around the ring, surveying the fans and squinting against the hard lights above.

Vortex: You know I could be bold and go after the World Heavyweight Title. Yes, I know you fans would love to see that, but as it stands doing so would be far more reckless and stupid than rational. I could go after the Tag Team….

As Vortex’s voice trails off a large “someone lost them” chant starts up, and Vortex is forced to laugh a little before going on.

Vortex: Well I think you fans are smart enough to gather why I’m not going after those. I could go after the Entertainment Title…except it just changed hands and I’m all about giving someone a fair run before trying to steal there gold. The only rational choice for me here is the ACW Lightweight Championship. Jake’s had it for what seems like forever, and he always holds those quazi something or other matches, and I think it’s about time I participated in one.

This creates a thunderous noise from the crowd, and it seems as if the world is coming to an end from all the sound that’s going on. The fans really know how to push a match happening, and they start to chant again and yell even louder.

Vortex: Yes, this Thursday on Meltdown…I want a match for the LHW title. The last match Jake and I fought in never had a real ending; however I’m going to see to it that this one does. I don’t think there is much left to say…besides BOOK THE DAMN MATCH.

Vortex drops the microphone, and “Out of the Ashes” hits again. Vortex leaves the ring and the scene fades out to the sound of massive cheering and thunderous applause.

[BK London]

Segment: Prayer II (Credit: Michael)

Our scene opens up inside of what appears to be some generic, bare-bones room. We can see a small twin-sized bed placed smack dab in the middle of the room. A rather annoying beeping noise begins to sound across then room, and it causes a lump of blankets to stir on the small bed. We see feet poke out from the edges of the crumpled blankets, and soon enough, a tatted up arm. Fans of the sport of professional wrestling would recognize that tattoo of the logo for Blue BrainWash soda anywhere. A hand strikes the alarm clock, silencing it swiftly. The covers are thrown off of the man, and Nick Durden reveals his cheery face.

Cheery is obviously a bit of an exaggeration. Nick appears to have his game face on this morning. As he sits on the edge of his bed, he begins to slap himself in the face. Maybe this helps Durden dust off that last little bit of lingering sleepy from his noggin'. Or he could just be a quirky bastard. Either way, what Nick Durden does next is quite different for him. Nick hops off of the bed, and kneels down in front of it. Durden buries his face in hands of prayer as he begins to speak.

"Forgive me father, I believe that I have sinned. I have forsaken my first love. The man you see before you today is much different from the one you last encountered. When I last prayed to you...when I last spoke your name, I was a very different man. I had a very different set of priorities. I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye on everything, Lord."

There's a pause in Durden's speech for several seconds. Eventually, a slight chuckle resounds in the room.

"I haven't been the greatest servant, I know. I've always walked my own path. I've lived life as I see fit, taking on challenges in my own way. Even should my own sense of honor cause me to stray from your path, I'd walk it with my head held high. I'm a very proud man, but I'm not ignorant enough to know that pride can be a very dangerous thing. Even so, pride has always fueled my actions. Maybe even moreso than the honor I like to tout. I'm such a proud man that I hate to see my legacy fade. I hate being a not-so-distant memory. It's not easy being the king of the hill one moment, and then just being a legend the boys in the back reminisce about when they need good material for a promo a few months later."

Nick shakes his head and eventually unclasps his hands. Nick pounds his fists on the bed, but his eues remain closed. He's serious about this little 'conversation.'

"At the moment, my pride is consuming me. I can't help but look at the state of professional wrestling without me and be a little miffed. Men like Wyvern are being touted as perhaps the greatest of all-time. Men like Latino, Alicia Kitsune and Randy Dallas Kanyon...those wars they fought out in the squared circle are being forgotten. Currently, I'm only happy about one thing I'm seeing in ACW. A man to whom, ironically, I cannot stand being compared.

A smile crosses Mr. Durden's face as he speaks of Jake Cheng.

"His career is certainly one to model your own after. He’s had many impressive title runs, and is well-versed in the art of high flying. If there's one thing that will bring warmth to my heart when it comes to this business, it’s that I’ll be able to carry on such positive parts of his legacy.”

Durden stands up and finally opens his eyes. They look as if they're going to consume the viewer. We haven't ever really seen such a strange look from Durden over the years. Nick stands to his feet and walks across the room. He goes into the bathroom, and proceeds to run some water from the sink. He splashes the water in his face quickly, and begins to examine his visage in the mirror. Nick looks himself in the eyes for a few seconds, before closing them again promptly.

"Which brings me to my point, Lord. I'm very close to gone when it comes to professional wrestling. I'm not over the hill. My body isn't too worn from the years of fighting. My fighting spirit isn't broken. So then, what's troubling me, you wonder? You're God, right? I'm sure you already know, but I'll say it anyways. I've forsaken my first love."

Durden begins to pace around the bathroom, placing his right index finger and thumb on his chin stubble.

"There was a time when professional wrestling was all that I cared about. The thrill of competition sustained me. Winning new championships, adding notches into my belt validated my existence. I was passionate to be making a living as a fighter. It's all I ever wanted to do. I’m climbing to the top of the ladder in professional wrestling because of passion, honor and pride. But my first love, professional wrestling, is no longer my only love. I've been blessed with a woman who’s given me things I didn’t even know I needed. I have friends that will stick by me through thick and thin have always been blessings placed along my path. These days, all of my time and energy is devoted to pleasing my girlfriend, being a good friend, and living a satisfying life. Things have changed. But even through my happiness, thoughts of the squared circle sometimes seep in. That's why I pursued this rematch with Jake so fervently. One smackdown, dragout, 'anything you can do, I can do better' match for the ages? You know I'm down. But I need my passion back."

Nick smiles widely, and begins to grind his right fist into his left palm.

"I'm getting excited just talking about it. Mostly because this is a match a lot of people assumed they would never see. Bret Hart never got to fight Kurt Angle, y'know? I see so much success in this man's future. Maybe someday he'll have a legacy that stacks up to the wrestling immortals. I get to test my mettle against a stallion whom I have all the respect in the world for. Regardless, I'm still a tad troubled. What was it you told the churches back in biblical times, when they lost sight of your vision? You told them about how they had lost sight of their first love. You rebuked them, and you told them how they needed to straighten out. Lukewarm follwers just aren't kosher, eh God? I want to make sure that I'm a fiery hot, born again Nick Durden for Heatwave. Jake deserves to get his ass whooped by the best. And my fans deserve to see Durden's prime."

Nick crouches down on his knees, and places his hands in the prayer position once more.

"Lukewarm passion isn't going to give my fans what they deserve. It's unacceptable. So please Lord, I need you on this one. Let's create another masterpiece. A fight for the ages. Strip me of my pride, and replace it with wisdom. Guide my fists, Lord. Make my mind sharp. And most of all...and I mean this God, put your protection around Jake himself. I don't want to be responsible for snuffing out his candle. Does he stack up to all that I am? I don't know, but very soon we're going to find out. Maybe he has the faith to move a mountain. There's only one thing left to do. It's time for the world...to get down with the Sickness ‘cause there IS...NO...CURE.

Nick opens his eyes, and when he does he looks directly at the camera. The glare in his eyes now shows that inner peace that we're used to seeing in Durden before the big fight. We see our hero smiling, as the feed fades to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Aye Aye, Falcon. (Credit: Jay Zero / Ricky Falcon)

The scene opens up to the Alpha Championship Wrestling arena, full of it's diversity. Some show boredom, others a bit drunk. And then theres those thousands of screaming individuals who are here for the sake of wrestling and entertainment....so this is where this man enters. "Unbroken" by Monster Magnet blares out, shooting noise waves into the masses as it enters their ear lobes. A darkish shade of electric blue fills the arena and "Jay Zero" lights up the Alphatron as his video begins to play.

Recognizing this, the returning former Entertainment Champion, Jay Zero immediately begins to be booed. About 10 more seconds into the light show that goes with the video and music, Jay Zero struts his stuff out onto the stage, wearing black tights with white tassels dangling off the end, and also sporting his Entourage T-shirt with a black leather jacket on top. He has a microphone already gripped tightly in his right fist as he stops at the very top of the stage, looking out into the eyes of all his "Zerologists." Deserving some credit, Philip stands up from his seat at ringside and gives the proper introduction.

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Philip: _Ahem... Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome BACK to Alpha Championship Wrestling, the former Entertainment Champiiiooon! JAY....ZEROOOOOOOO!

Jay throws his arms up as high as they go to bask in his glory that isn't being properly given to him. Philip sits back down, adjusting his suit in the process. Jay tries to pump the crowd up, but nothing.....

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Edison: What the? I thought he was suspended!

McNally: Same for me! According to Philip....he's back!

Not receiving the cheers he was expecting, Zero shakes his head, which barely moves the big sculpture of hair on his head that's jointed all together with about a full can of hairspray. He walks down the ramp way, barely acknowledging the fans ringside anymore. He hops up, placing one knee on the apron and grabbing the middle rope with his left hand.

He yanks himself up and enters through the ropes. Zero looks out once again into the thousands of fans in attendance as the music fades out and he begins to talk. As it fully dies down, the smaller chants and hollers can be heard before Jay licks his lips, and pulls that microphone up to his lips.

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Zero: Oooh---boys and girls of ALL ages! Never to fear, it is I, your hero! That's right babe, it's me, JAY ZERO! [/color]

He pulls the mic back and spreads his arms out for a pose as some cameras flash, yet more boos are mostly the main reaction.

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Zero: Now, now, don't be so harsh on me! As you all SHOULD know, I am just returning from a rather "un-called for" vacation! Yes, I know, you all call it by it’s technical name of a suspension, but it was still 3 weeks paid vacation in my eyes![/color]

He takes a deep breath as he laughs and licks his lips.

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Zero: Now I know during my near month suspension you all saw me on a little side trip with Entourage to Vegas and I may have seemed a bit joyous--y'know, without a care in the world, however, that was my time off! I couldn't give a damn about ACW! I couldn't give a rats ass about whose fighting who! Or...or whose on their chase after whatever title! [/color]

He pauses for a few seconds.

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Zero: But now like I said, I'm back! So folks, that doesn't mean I'm going to be the "happy-go-lucky" guy that you saw while I was on vacation. You're not going to see that weak Jay Zero without a care in the world! Ohh no! You people are going to see the normal, opportunity seeking genius that will strike at any given time, Jay Zero!

That's right baby! I'm back to business! [/color]

He pulls the mic away, posing and gleaming under the spotlight as the crowd boos the incredibly cocky man.

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Zero: So without any further ado, let me address my thoughts on what's happened these few weeks! Ahem---One! Me being suspended for giving Jason Freeman, EVERYTHING and a little bit more of what he deserved for cheating me out of my big Omega Effect moment!

I believe that was a horrible call by Chairman Ginger in order to attempt taking back a leadership role! Well Ging, that clearly didn't send a message to anybody, as my buddy Dan is basically still calling shots around here!

Two! Me being stripped of the Entertainment Title for no real reason whatsoever... Just another attempt to try and send a message to Entourage, which also did not work because here I am, back to work, and what else do you think I was going to do Ginger? Let it all go?

HAH! Only a weak man who didn't fight for what he believed in would give up and buckle his knees over that bull shit! And you all know me by now, I'm not some weak coward like most of your "hero's" around here like Senator or BK London! I'm going to do what's right, and win my Entertainment Title back, the title that I NEVER LOST may I add! [/color]

The crowd boos and a "Shut Up!" chant even starts up.

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Zero: Ever since I was stripped, look at what's happened! Thunderkiss lost his International Title! BK has ANOTHER Number one contendership match! Sarin's back and bitin' the Snake! Yoko's about to explode and kill some bitches! And probably the WORST of all......that undeserving and untalented, flaming piece of shit, Ricky Falcone, won the Entertainment Championship Title! [/color]

Not liking him as well, the crowd boos Falcon's name.

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Zero: Face the facts people! ACW's gone to the shit hole since Jay Zero was stripped of that title and thrown off the scene! So Ginger, looking at what's happened lately, I'd highly suggest giving m----[/color]

Just before Jay can finish, "Party Like a Rockstar (Instrumental)" by Shop Boys, plays over the arena. Out walks Ricky Falcon to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. The fans seem glad that someone is finally here to shut up Jay, but they wish it was someone else. Ricky is wearing a pair of sunglasses and a pair of black sweat pants and a t-shirt that says "Falcon's Fury." The Entertainment Title sits on his shoulder as he makes his way down to the ring with a microphone in hand. When he reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and goes through the ropes.

Ricky: Well, well, well, look who it is. How's your vacation been Jay? I mean, it must have been the best vacation that you've ever taken. But you see, while you were gone, I decided to take advantage of an opportunity that the same person who suspended you gave me. And I won this, the Entertainment Championship.

Ricky holds up the title to boos that fill the arena.

Ricky: And ever since I have won this, I have been getting shit on by critics and other superstars, saying that, "Ricky Falcon shouldn't be the champ. Jonny was screwed. Theres much better wrestlers out there who could kick his ass." Personally, I'm sick of it. And I proved last week, that I deserve this title by beating both Jonny Spade and Ross Lambert. What happened the last time you were in a Triple Threat match, Jay? Thats right, you lost. Not only did you lose, you lost at the biggest stage of the year, Omega Effect. And you call me, undeserving? Ha, unlike some, I actually beat my opponent at Omega Effect, but not only did I beat him once, I beat him twice.

Zero: Well then….speak of the moron! First off, I’d like to thank you for restating what I already said! Second off, yeah congrats Falcone, you did win tha—[/color]

Ricky: It’s Falcon!

Zero: Whatever! Yeah, you did win that Entertainment Title! The one I never even lost! So now you come out here to talk about deserving and bring up your Omega Effect win? BIG WHOOP! You beat a Grade D Cook, the very same man who almost lost his hand to Thunderkiss in a Kiss the Cook, Hells Kitchen, whatever the hell match it was! Then, Jonny Spade? Don’t get me started about that loser who we all know is nothing without his partner Gooey Garth! Falcone, everybody into that Battle Royale, including your sorry ass couldn’t even stand 5 minutes in the ring with the true champion of Entertainment, Jay Zero! [/color]

Ricky: Oh that’s true isn’t it? Huh? Hm?

Zero: Yeah actually it is! [/color]

Ricky: Well Jay I’m just so full of compassion for you, but sorry bud, you and I aren’t even in the same department! You’re nothing but the ground predator, roaming for your chances for survival, but I’m the Falcon, the one soaring high above you, just taunting you with my talent and skills! You see, I can sweep down and STRIKE any time I want! But for now, this Falcon’s just gonna fly!

The crowd boos Ricky.

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Zero: Well then since you seem so confident in yourself, I bet you wouldn’t mind seeing who the real champion is would you? [/color]

Ricky: Find me a mirror and then no, I wouldn’t mind!

Zero: Oooh, we got a clever one here. Not just clever, but a coward as it seems too! [/color]

Ricky: Whoa, WHAT? I’m no coward!

Zero: Then you wouldn’t mind putting that title up on the line against me now would you? [/color]

Ricky: Jay, like I said! You and I aren’t even in the same league! Everyone knows that I’d just tear you apart!

Zero: Well that’s just a risk I’m willing to take! [/color]

The crowd is neutral on this whole situation, however it seems as if they’re siding with Zero a tad bit, cheering for him.

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Ricky: Er--…uh….eh….No! I just won this title and only I call the shots on when I defend it!

Zero: Oh really? Well Falcone, it looks like you’re just shit oughta luck! [/color]

Ricky: And what’s tha—

Before he can even finish, Commissioner Dan has already made his way out, standing behind the Entertainment Champion on the top of the stage.

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Dan: What that’s supposed to mean Rick is that you can back your way out all you want, but you’re going to answer to the real authority around here!

Falcon spins around, surprised to see Dan here. Know he realizes he’s been pulled into a trap.

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Zero: So Falcone, next Monday it’s going to be you defending that Entertainment Title against me………and to throw a kickin’ spice to the mix. It’s going to be in a Barbed Wire Rope match! [/color]

Dan: And that has the Commissioners Stamp of Approval! Hahaha!

Ricky: You can’t do that!

Dan: Oh I can!

Zero: Haha, see you in a week, and ummm….keep my title warm for me, okay? Cause FALCON, after I’m with you, you’ll be nothing but another bitch on the endangered species list! [/color]

Ricky looks back and forth between Zero and Dan, realizing he’s been duped as the crowd half cheers, half boos for the match call.

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Edison: BARBED WIRE ROPE MATCH! Ohhh maaaan!

“Unbroken” hits as the scene starts to fade out.

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End.

[BK London]

Segment: Journey to the East part III.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
1:08pm

I opened my eyes, as if time had not passed. I felt like it, but the passengers had changed. We were now in deep country area, and high modernity had turned to a modern-traditional style. Girls in kimonos talked with girls in skirts. I looked around, and noticed I was not too far from my destination.

Girl1: He is cute, isn’t he?

Girl2: Go talk to him!

Girl1: No! Do you see the way he’s looking at her

And by her, she meant me. I turned my head around, and she slunk back in her seat. She had noticed I heard her, and when I turned to such a reaction it was confirmed who she was talking about. But who was this he, and where on the bus was he? I saw him after a short while of looking around in a way that didn’t look like I was searching. He smiled at me and waved. That young girl had impeccable taste because he was adorable. He had a Jet-Li aura surrounding him, something I was delighted to see. He seemed my age, so I decided to smile and wave back. Well, I suppose that by waving I meant to say “COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!” because he moved over to my seat like his ass was on fire. The girl was only more angered by this and was now pouting as well as still hiding in her seat.

Man: Hi.

Rena: Well hello.

Man: You’re not from around here, are you?

Rena: No, I’m not-

Man: I knew you didn’t look familiar. I’m Kenji.

Rena: Nice to meet you, I’m Rena Matheson.

Kenji: Matheson? That’s not a normal name you hear being talked about in Japan. But you do speak Japanese, are you European?

Rena: No, I used to live in Japan when I was a child. My Japanese name is Kimura.

Kenji: I see, so where are you now?

Rena: I moved to USA a few years ago to pursue a career in wrestling.

He was completely consumed into my story. He nodded and looked as if he was one-hundred percent interested in what I had to say. He asked me about wrestling, where I wrestled and if we ever travelled to Japan.

Kenji: So when is your next match in Japan?

Rena: We just left Japan about a month ago. I assume we’ll be back sometime, though.

Kenji: Alpha Championship Wrestling?

Rena: Yes.

Kenji: My cousin went to see that! He said it was actually really good for western wrestling.

Rena: Well I’m flattered. I’ll have to tell everyone back at home.

It was a joke, but he agreed as if it meant the World to me. I looked out the window and noticed something very familiar. We were on the road to the village. As we stopped, I looked at him and shook hands.

Rena: Nice to meet you.

Kenji: You too!

He got out of his seat to let me out. He bowed and let me out into the aisle, grabbing my suitcase and handing it to me.

Rena: Thank you.

Kenji: No problem, Ms Rena. I will see you again?

Rena: I do hope so.

I really didn’t care, but giving this guy hope was like giving the Titanic a few more lifeboats. The bus hurdled off as I stepped out of it, racing off into a plume of dust. I put down my luggage and look up into the village, giving a great sigh before I continue walking.

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