Monday Night Warfare 12th November 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Flamingo's music continues to sounds throughout the PA system as he basks in the "warm ovation" he's receiving from these ACW fans. Another day, another member of the roster defeated - and he feels as if he is on cloud 9.

But suddenly on the outside, we see members of security scrambling around the ring - appearing to be chasing something - or someone. As Flamingo looks one way, distracted by the frantic security members - the same masked superstar slips into the ring right behind him with the OLYMPIA plastic mask on.

A deafening pop emerges from the crowd as the masked man begins pummeling Flamingo with a series of rights and lefts. Flamingo manages to get a few hits of his own in, but they aren't enough to do much damage to this crazed masked man. Chants of "BK! BK! BK!" fill the arena, and now a member of security manages to enter the ring. Within seconds he is flattened with a huge lariat.

Another member of security slides in the ring, but this time he is leveled, courtesy of a superkick. A third member of security enters the ring and is sent sailing over the top rope, with the masked superstar using the security member's own momentum against him. But with this distraction, it gives Flamingo a decent amount of time to recover. Flamingo takes the OLYMPIA imposter down by the legs and reaches for the mask. A struggle ensues between the two, with "OLYMPIA" battling to keep his identity concealed from the crowd. Finally, a simple thumb to the eye bats Flamingo off temporarily and the maskes superstar slips back under the ring.

About 10 more members of security race down the ramp from the back, and the masked superstar decides this is a much appropriate time to make his exit. He hops over the barricade and escapes into the crowd to the delight of the fans, and the few members of security are right behind him. Flamingo holds his eye, as he climbs up to the second turnbuckle and points towards his advesary in the crowd. He doesn't look to pleased being jumped for the second time in just four days, especially by someone he doesn't know. But the crowd has an idea of who this masked wrestler could be, as the chants of BK continue to echo throughout the arena as the segment fades out.

OOC: Post match credit to Flamingo, and “he who must not be named”. <_<

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Acceptance

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Credit: Jay Zero / ?

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The camera swoops around the arena as we return from commercial break and begins to focus on the AlphaTron as “Unbroken [Hotel Baby]” by Monster Magnet blasts out thunderous beats into the eardrums of the ACW fans. The arena turns blue with spotlights waving in and out all over the place while a chorus of boos break out. The Light Heavyweight Champion Jay Zero walks out onto the stage with the title wrapped snuggly around his waist and his girlfriend Stefanie Collins right by his side. He’s wearing long, faded blue jeans and a leather coat with what looks to be a Jay Zero t-shirt underneath. Bringing back his old school look, Jay is sporting his black and blue boas around his neck tonight.

Stefanie is looking very good as always tonight wearing tight blue jeans that hug her curves and compliment her long legs and a white tank top, showing off just a bit of cleavage to the lucky front row fans. Jay slides into the ring and immediately walks over towards the side closest to Philip who stands up from his seat and hands a microphone to Zero. Stefanie is just entering the ring now, slowing bending over to tease the fans that are lucky enough to be behind her. The music begins to fade out as Stefanie and Jay walk towards each other, meeting in the center.

Stefanie has a big smile on her face as she looks at Zero and then out into the crowd, while Jay just looks somewhat angry, staring out. There is no more music, but the noises from the crowds are loud enough to fill the arena with a mood of general dislike and hatred.

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Zero: Well. Looks like I’ve proven my point here. [/color]

He pulls the microphone away and keeps looking out into the crowd. His lips scrunch up a little bit.

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Zero: Here we are! Monday Night Warfare! And still-nobody has stepped up to accept my challenge! [/color]

The crowd boos at the lack of contenders, mainly because they’d like to see someone beat down Jay and take the title away from him.

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Zero: So ACW, thank you! Thank you for proving my theory that you all are nothing but cowards! Seriously! Not ONE of you backstage wants a shot at this title?! Are you all REALLY that afraid of a challenge? Y’know, normally, I think fear would make a spark up a man. Get what I’m saying? I thought fear would give a man a little adrenaline rush into doing something! Ah, yes, that’s right! “Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.” Job 18:11 from the bible! All I’m trying to say here, is that I’m giving ACW a chance here. I’m trying to be a good champion. I don’t want to be a sad sack of a champion that most of you have seen around here lately! I don’t want to just sit on this title I want to defend it! Now, I give you all these open opportunities, and for what? For me to suffer in the end because I won’t be remembered as the best Light Heavyweight champion ever?! [/color]

Obviously, Jay Zero seems a bit angry, and upset at the fact that nobody will step up.

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Zero: I mean, what else do you want? I’m a goddamn Messiah sent from God himself, and now I can’t even get a singles match booked on these shows?! What’s wrong with ACW? Nobody is willing to face me anymore! Why? Because! I’ve become too powerful! They fear me for I am the higher spirit in this forsaken place! [/color]

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” is chanted loudly by the masses.

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Zero: Shut up? Oh, so you all are trying to just SILENCE me now?! That’s it! I’m sick of this entire place! You all should be on your knees right now, kissing my feet and praying for forgiveness on your tainted souls! Stefanie, I don’t know about you, but I’m through playing games with these people AND ACW! If they want to see this title or me again then too bad! I’m done here! [/color]

He drops the microphone and marches off towards the ropes. The crowd is booing Jay heavily, as it appears as if he may have just quit, or just become too heated. As Jay steps out onto the apron, Stefanie calls out to him, looking to calm him down, but something much bigger happens.

OOOOOooOOOOOoooOOOOOo LATINO!

“Lowrider” by War hits the sound system and the arena erupts instantly into cheers. Jay looks up at the stage, waiting to see if this is what he thinks it is. Without any time being wasted, the former World Heavyweight Champion, Latino pushes past the curtain and makes his way out onto the stage. Jay looks irate, yet somewhat relieved at the sight of Latino. He slowly makes his way back into the ring as the music fades out to the voice of Victor Laureano himself. He waits for a few seconds as the crowd rave slowly dies down and he says......

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Latino: HEY, YO! Mira chico, I hear you talk....talk....and talk. You say that no one is coming out to challenge you for that title. Well, look right in front of you.

The crowd lets out a cheer as they now understand what Latino is implying. Jay Zero looks around with a look of surprise as he holds his title. He adjusts it a bit and then responds back with a few choice words.

Zero: You? Haha—ho-hold up! You? Have you ever even seen this title before? Have you ever been in the same room as it? Pft, are you even ABLE to contend for this title, Victor? What are you weighing now? 260? 270? You’ve sure let yourself go a bit since that one important title reign! Hahaha![/color]

Latino: While all that might be true I am always up for the challenge. That title that you hold is the one that I have never held. Let's take a quick look back shall we!?

Back in a little known fed called GFWWE I was just a little Latino learning his craft and I had one of my first big chances to win a title just like the one you have. I was close....so close but it was all taken away from me. Fast-forward years later and I face off against the lines of F-S-X and once again I was close but still no cigar.

Now I have the chance once again.....

Zero: Hey uh, Vic, you got a point here? Are you just going to mumble on about nothing or are you going to challenge me? 'Cause I don't know about you, but I'm an important guy with things to do! If you want to lose to me, then just accept the challenge already and enough beating around the bush. [/color]

Latino: You see....I'm not here because you said some comment about me or my wife. I'm not here because you may or may not have taped me doing stuff that I shouldn't be doing. It's not even like you got the lead in a shampoo commercial over me. No, none of that weird stuff. I'm here for one reason and one reason only...... your title.

And now that I think about it.... I don't want to wait for any big show or pay per view. Let's do this right here, right now.

Latino takes a step back as he gets ready for a fight. Zero holds his arm out as he puts out a word of caution.

Zero: Whoa, whoa. Calm yourself ya’ Latin Lunatic! What's going on with you, man? Did you take a few sips of grandpa's old cough medicine before coming out here? Damn! You're rambling on about NOTHING here! Shampoo commercial? The hell?! Lay off the booze, Latino and listen up!

First of all, you think I’m looking for a blockbuster, match of the year here? You think I’m looking to blow the roof off this arena? Pft, if so then you obviously don’t know ACW. I knew what my options were, and trust me bud, I wasn’t getting my hopes up! Second of all, I knew in the end somebody would finally step up, but you’ve kind of shocked me tonight. Not gonna lie. And now the fact that you’re willing to straight up fight me right here right now for my title---that’s going a little past my expectations. You want the shot at my title? Sure, why not? You got it. But you fight on my terms Victor and tonight just isn’t good for me, comprende amigo? [/color]

Latino: Oye chico, we will fight and when we do...when that bell is rung my arm will be raised up and I will be holding that title around my waist!

Zero: Well we’ll see about that, won’t we? Hahah….[/color]

"Lowrider" hits the speakers as Latino backs out of the ring staring back at what has clearly been public of his desire. He points back Zero whom holds up his title with a notion of you'll never hold this. The crowd drowns out any noise as they cheer like madness and show cuts to a commercial.

* Cut to Commercial *

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Jester's Dance (Credit: Hunter / AK)

The scene slowly fades in to reveal the ever shiny ACW World Championship, placed carefully atop the shoulder of the champion, Andrew Hunter, as he leans precariously on a nearby wall in the ACW backstage hallways. His mood is one of general relaxation, and one not to be hindered by any sort of uncommon occurrence. Well, almost any. As is normal in Hunter's line of work, occasionally something happens that you cannot expect. Today, the main thing on his mind is who he could choose to wrestle for his beloved title at the supposed Best. PPV. Ever. He closes his eyes slightly and begins to dream away at the possibilities, a variety of names coming to mind, but none of which satisfy them. And, as is customary in a situation such as this, he is suddenly thrown to the ground, his title flying a few feet away, and he himself is forced to eat off the floor.

AK: Oh, bugger it, sorry!

Hunter quickly stumbles back up to his feet and grabs at his title desperately. Once it is safely back in his hands, he turns back to this new nuisance; Alicia brushes herself down, having rounded the corner without seeing him.

Hunter: Watch where you're going you wench!

AK is not one to be treated in such a hostile way, so it really is no surprise when her mood turns slightly sour at this response.

AK: Wench? When did we slip back to the Middle Ages? And you'll excuse me for not thinking that anyone would be stupid enough to lean on the very edge of a wall.

Hunter: Excused. Now, leave me!

AK rolls her eyes, but does not budge. Hunter notices this, of course, and turns to her sharply.

Hunter: Are you daft, woman? I said andale!

Alicia puts her hands on her hips.

AK: Why is it that every single man who ever gets that title suddenly regresses several evolutionary stages? There are enough Neanderthals around here as it is.

Hunter scoffs.

Hunter: Maybe I've been a Caveman all along, and all I had to do was win the title to officially become one!

AK: I don't doubt it.

Hunter: Your arrogance amuses me.

AK: Can't say the same, unfortunately.

Hunter says nothing. For about two seconds.

Hunter: What do you want anyways?

AK: Nothing, you just got in the way.

Hunter: What, a match? Is that what you'd like?

Alicia furrows her brow.

AK: I don't particularly---

Hunter: Oh, for MY World Championship?

AK: When did I---?

Hunter: Well you can go FUCK yourself! That's right! This belt is for men only!

Now he’s done it. Alicia looks at him incredulously.

AK: That is quite possibly the most stupid thing ever to be said within these walls. There’s never been a more feminine-dominated world title in any federation. Which is precisely why I held it---

Hunter: On a fluke.

AK pauses for a moment. The term "too far" may be appropriate.

AK: Ohhhhhh, now I see where you’re heading. Listen, sunshine, you were the one who decided you were “no longer interested” in the title way back when. With all due respect, which at this point in time isn’t all that much, I’m sure you knew you weren’t going to walk out of the Asylum as champion, so you threw in the towel. It hardly matters; I went in that match intending to win, and I’d have done so regardless of what you chose to do.

Hunter: Sure, you keep thinking that with your pretty little head. Now, honestly, why are you still here? Doesn't Latino need to get his pants ironed or something?

AK: Why do so many men believe that being sexist is the most offensive thing they can do to a woman?

Hunter: I'm not being sexist! I believe in equal rights for women...

He turns away slightly.

Hunter: ...I believe every man should have one.

AK rolls her eyes.

AK: Whatever, Hunter. I’ll catch you later, assuming your ego hasn’t swollen far enough to choke you where you stand. Or lean, naturally.

Hunter opens his mouth to speak, but by now AK has already turned around and left him alone to his idiocy. He slightly closes his eyes and attempts to look menacing, but the look rarely works. Today is no different. After a few moments of feeble menace, he throws his hand forward lazily and turns away, dead set on finding a more secure wall to lean on...

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW International Championship
The Senator vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::ACW::.. INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH ..::WARFARE::..

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Andrew Starr
Age: 29
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 250
Hometown: Kelso, Washington

Senator Steve Phillips (c)
Age: 40
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hometown: Washington, D.C.

“Are You Dead Yet” by children of Bodom hits the sound system. Out comes Starr, looking focused and ready to go! Tonight he draws supports from the Entourage/Kiss Army crowd, and he’ll certainly need them for he faces a daunting task tonight. Yes, he has a chance to win the ACW IN Title, but to do so, he has to go through the man who is on pace to break the record of consecutive days held - Senator Steve Phillps. And speaking of the Senator, he is now on his way to the ring ...

With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, The Senator steps into the entranceway, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. Phillips then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the entrance. The Senator then walks to the ring, shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before stepping up to Starr who now stands in the middle of the ring!

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Starr and The Senator meet in the middle of the ring in this big Entourage Vs. Senatorial Stable match up for the ACW International Title! Starr and The Senator bump chest a few times before Starr takes the upper hand by insulting the legendary Phillips with a big smack across the face! That certainly woke the Senator up for he takes Starr by the head and tosses him down to the mat! Starr responds by kicking Phillips in his knee, instantly keeling him over! He then combos with a big European uppercut that knocks the taste right out of the Senator’s mouth! The Senator is so stunned that he falls right into the Spinebuster known as the BODY GUARDSLAM and gets a few stomps for good measure shortly afterwards! Starr leaps down and covers the Senator, but it is far too early for a pinfall in this match up! The count reflects this and Phillips is out at one and a half. Starr picks up the Senator and begins to nail him with stiff rights and lefts, tenderizing him like a piece of meat! After getting warned by the ref, Starr ignores him and continues to pound away. This causes the ref to step in between Starr and the Senator,

MATCH MIDPOINT: Starr positions himself on the top rope and sets himself up for a body splash! Phillips’ great ring awareness senses Starr hovering above him. This causes him to be two steps quicker and he manages to catch Starr on the way down where he hooks him into an easy German Suplex position for a CAPTURE BOMB! Starr’s back goes slamming into the mat and the wind is driven right out of his body! The Senator goes for a pin but somehow, Starr miraculously kicks out! Phillips rises with a handful of Starr’s hair and whips him into the ropes! Starr comes back and gets his head almost knocked off with a WASHINGTON LARIAT! Once again The Senator covers and once again he comes up with a two count! Starr’s resiliency is shining here tonight! He wants some gold, and he wants it bad. The Senator with another pick up and he hooks Starr’s face for a LIBERALIZER! He goes off running, but Starr puts on the breaks! Andrew takes both hands and pushes his head out of Phillip’s lock, reaches up and grabs his head and sends the IN Champion down with a HUGE Inverted DDT! Both men lay on the mat catching their breath as the crowd goes wild!

MATCH ENDING: Phillips goes for a Lunging Roundhouse Kick but Starr drops and leg sweeps the International Champion down to his back. Starr hits the ropes and comes off with a strong FALLING STARR! He blasts The Senator in between the eyes with it and he has the champion in trouble! Andrew kips up and pounces his way over to the far ropes where he sits like a panther waiting to strike. As soon as the Senator is back up on his feet, Starr runs at the Senator full speed, catching a boost from the opposite ropes. Andrew sticks out his arm for a lariat but the Senator blocks and counters! Phillips grabs Star’s head, twists it around as he moves his body around Starr and then takes him up, over and down with a TWISTING HEAD SPIKING BACKDROP SUPLEX! The fans EXPLODE out of their seat at this new move and the Senator himself looks a little amazed at the results! Not taking anything for granted tonight, and for that matter, his career, the Senator leaps on Andrew Starr and hooks the leg, pulling it as far back as he can! The referee registers the count!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

WARFARE WINNER: SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Crimes and Punishments (Credit: AK)

With the sounds of the arena’s response to the International title match still echoing around the halls, the camera switches backstage to the quieter environment of Ginger’s office. There is a knock at the door, and the ACW Chairman puts aside the remote for the television across the room, muting the sound as he does so.

Ginger: Come in.

The door opens, and Alicia Laureano enters, pushing it shut behind her with a neat action. The observant might spot that Ginger looks just a little… contrite? Nervous? Whatever is was, it’s gone by the time Alicia reaches the chair in front of his desk.

Ginger: Have a seat.

Alicia: Thankyou.

She sits; the formal air of proceedings masks a hint of discomfort which is most definitely lingering in that corner of the room. Ginger clears his throat.

Ginger: I trust that the short hiatus which I authorized for you in the wake of Samhain has been beneficial?

Alicia nods. A flicker of wry amusement passes across her features, not that Ginger notices.

Alicia: I’m back up to full capability, thank you. Which is just as well, assuming the backstage prattling is half-accurate.

Ginger chuckles, though it sounds a little false. Alicia continues to regard him with a mild neutrality.

Ginger: Yes, well… that is the reason I asked to see you this evening. There’s been quite a lot of engagement in the last week or so between our legal team and W.C. Wilcox, who-

Alicia: -Is Thunderkiss’ agent and general dogsbody and yes-man. I’m familiar with him and his role.

Ginger pauses for a moment before continuing. His body language resembles that of someone about to take a flying leap into Arctic waters.

Ginger: That is correct. Following the events on the 28th, Mr. Wilcox was not slow to present an extensive list of grievances to ACW management, citing a number of contract infringements on your part and requesting that appropriate action be taken on his client’s behalf.

Alicia raises an eyebrow. Ginger threads his fingers together.

Ginger: In response, our head of Legal, Alvin Levinson, provided Mr. Wilcox with an equally lengthy list of contract breaches committed by his client. The resulting mess, I’m sure you appreciate, has taken quite some time to sort out.

Alicia: I’ll bet it has. Al sent Victor and I such a nice thank-you note after his wedding do at Easter… he’s a very thoughtful individual.

Ginger huffs inwardly. Trust Alicia to be friendly with the people holding sway with the board.

Ginger: I’m sure he is. Anyway, having taken all the issues into account, it has been decided that a “clean slate” approach is the best for everyone involved, and for the company. Therefore, no disciplinary actions will be applied to either yourself or to Thunderkiss.

There is a moment of silence as Alicia considers this. Ginger seems to brace for some sort of negative response, but eventually Alicia just shrugs.

Alicia: I suppose that’s the easiest course of action for everyone. We both crossed a significant line, after all.

Ginger appears to visibly relax in his seat; he even smiles. Alicia, though, keeps her gaze on him steadily.

Alicia: Now that’s out in the open, let’s have the rest of it. When do you expect medical to clear him to wrestle again?

The smile fades from the Chairman’s face. He takes a deep breath.

Ginger: Well… to cut a long story short, the board has agreed to allow Thunderkiss to return to active competition, as of November 15th.

A further pause. His face is an open book, and Alicia reads straight off the page.

Alicia: He wants a rematch, doesn’t he?

Ginger sighs, a touch wearily.

Ginger: Yes.

Silence forces its way between them, but Alicia pushes it back, regarding Ginger coolly.

Alicia: Just as I thought. I accept.

Having already opened his mouth to fire off a speech on “contractual obligations”, Ginger is left static by this development. Alicia cocks her head on one side.

Alicia: Ginger, let me clue you in on something here. If I had a problem being in general proximity to, or competing against Thunderkiss, I’d have handed in my notice two weeks ago. I know the value which the company places on him as an asset, and I completely understand that position.

She leans forward, resting her arms on the desk.

Alicia: But you need to understand that the situation has changed. Thunderkiss is now what I would term “damaged goods”; and when I get in that ring with him on Thursday, I’ll show you just how far his stock has fallen.

Ginger regains his composure as Alicia draws back.

Ginger: That’s as maybe; very well, you may go.

Alicia nods; she stands.

Alicia: Ok. For the record, Ginger… I wasn’t trying to blind Thunderkiss that night.

Ginger nods in return.

Ginger: I understand-

Without warning, Alicia leans in, hard, hands on the table, practically nose to nose with the Chairman.

Alicia: I was trying to KILL the bastard. So if you’d be so kind, recommend to Mr. Wilcox that his client doesn’t provide me with any further justification to remedy my error. OK?

She pulls back, smiling at Ginger in a way that is mirthless, sharp, and somehow eerily familiar, before turning and exiting without another word.

Ginger slumps in his chair for a moment. He wipes his brow; Thursday’s going to be another one of those days…

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: This is real deal; this is the real Jon Taylor
Credit: Jon Taylor

It is Monday the 12th of November, which means another show of Warfare. The show has already started, and the crowd are already on the edge of their seats. In the past 2 weeks a lot has happened in the world of ACW and a lot still looks set to happen. Another great show has been scheduled for this week with two championships being defended. The debut of a new tag team and the world champion in the main event also make this show look to be another great edition of Monday Night Warfare. As always several different chants can be heard going throughout the crowd such as; "We want more", "Where is TK?" and "Bk, Bk, Bk" the crowd members can also be seen sporting merchandise of their favourite wrestlers like always. Suddenly the lights dim down, and everyone can be seen turning their attention to the Alphatron, it turns black and then fades into a person who looks to be ACW wrestler Jon Taylor. He looks like he has something to say to the crowd.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Although I do not have a match this week on Warfare, I thought it would be rude not to address my fans, so here I am. On the last Meltdown I did not only defeat one man - I defeated two men. I did only not only win a wrestling match - I won a no disqualification match. I proved to all the people who I thought I was a one trick pony that I can leave my comfort zone and still get the job done. Against DiaVolo and Andrew Williams I did not only leave my comfort zone I leaped from it and comprehensively beat my two opponents. I beat the new Entertainment Champion in his first match since he was awarded the championship and I beat a fellow impressive roster member in the form of DiaVolo. Even with my lack of preparation I still managed to pull it off.

I may still have my doubters, I may still have people wanting me to lose - but a 5-1 win/loss record doesn't count for nothing. I have been here a little over a month now and in my past 5 matches I have emerged victorious. I may have lost my debut but I think I have made up for it with my recent displays. I can still sense that people don't know whether to take me seriously, many think I can't keep this up, some think I have been lucky - I know I haven't. I can tell you all out there right now that this is the real deal; this is the real Jon Taylor. The only reason I have been able to do as well as I have been doing is because of hard work and determination and nothing else. I give my all out there each and every match, and yet people still doubt me. Y'now what? I like doubters. They give me a challenge. I enjoy proving each and every one of them wrong. Since coming here I haven't been given easy opponents, I haven't been given new people to the business -I have faced established people here. I can tell you now, the only thing you’re doing by thinking I am not worth worrying about because I have only been here for a short while, is shooting yourself in the foot.

I have worked harder than you can imagine for years, I have trained as hard as possible and I am not going to roll over and play dead like most of the people expect the new guys will. This may be the reason why my repeated challenges have been turned down. I am disappointed that still no one has stepped to take the challenge, I mean after all - im only a rookie, right?[Taylor rolls his eyes]. Well, just so you all know the challenge is still open. I am still waiting. The fans are still waiting. Just name the place, time and day and I will be there. I don't care who you are, I don't care if you've been in ACW since its beginning - just remember to bring your A-Game - because I can guarantee that I will.

The screen slowly fades away from the picture of Taylor, Taylor looks like he means business - he appears to be very intense. The crowd have gone crazy, Taylor has built up quite a following in the past few weeks, the commentators can be seen discussing what Taylor has just said as the show goes to a commercial break.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment “Thunderkiss: The Real World. Part 4" Credit: T-Kiss

[The next morning Ken wakes up. As he pulls himself out of bed, he remembers the craziness that he called “last night.” Could it all have been a dream? Certainly, there is no way possible that Thunderkiss crossed over to his own reality! He must have been drunk. Yes, that’s the perfect explanation for all the weirdness that has transpired in the last 12 hours. As he heads out of his bedroom door way and into the living room, his theory suddenly goes up in flames.]

Thunderkiss: So what are we doing today god?

[There he stands - Thunderkiss. What is he going to do with him? Its not like he can keep him here all day until he figures out a way to send him home. Can he even be sent home? These are the questions that push Ken’s mind to the limit, and he has had enough. What he needs more than anything is to get out and get some fresh air, and while he’s at it, obtain some reference material at his local bookstore to help him figure out this mess.]

Ken: Going to the mall.

[Knowing full well he can’t leave TK at home, heaven help him, he decides to take him with. From the moment they step outside, heads begin to turn in their direction and it’s a trend that follows them all to the mall. People gawk awkwardly at Thunderkiss as they obviously mistake him for someone else, but he doesn’t mind. He’s used to heads turning his way in the ACW dimension, so this part of his new surroundings makes him feel as if he was back at home.

After a road trip that included TK forcefully taking command of Ken’s car stereo, flipping slow cars off and waving to motorists that shouted “Hey Hulk” towards him, they finally pull into the mall parking lot. Ken maps out the shortest trek possible to the bookstore to ensure any “incidents” are kept to a minimum. Hoping his plan works, he leads Thunderkiss out of the car and through the large mirrored doors of the building.]

Ken: Just follow me.

[He walks at a fast pace, nervously looking in each direction for autograph seekers or crazed fans to avoid. The only people he notices is a large pack of college aged girls heading right towards them. “Oh G’Dammit” he thinks to himself. “Here we go.”]

Thunderkiss: Hey ladies!

[The girls give TK “the look” a few times before they nervously giggle and run away, hoping he will follow.]

Thunderkiss: Your Earth women are extremely hot.

Ken: Uh TK, you’re from Earth as well. Just not this one.

Thunderkiss: Huh?

Ken: Nevermind.

[And then it hits him: with TK by his side, the sea of women would be endless. There would be no more pretending to be somebodies boyfriend to seal the deal anymore. No more acting nice, or pretending to love someone ... just a horizon filled with naked women that would fulfill any of his wishes. Perhaps its in his best interest NOT to send TK home. But no, that just wouldn’t be right ... would it? Before he can struggle further with this moral conflict, he is interrupted by the shouts of another.]

Random Guy: Yeah! GO HULK!

Thunderkiss: That is like the 10th time today somebody called me “Hulk” or “Hogan.” Why does everyone think I am that guy?

Ken: Alright, look. I’m going to honest about something. But you have to promise NOT to get all mad and violent, because I don’t want to go through another round of that.

Thunderkiss: Thunderkiss doesn’t make promises.

Ken: Well sorry then. I can’t answer your question.

Thunderkiss: Alright fine. So tell me! What’s up with this Hogan dude and I?

[Ken walks Thunderkiss into the Borders bookstore. A small crowd of onlookers now gather on the outside and watch their every move. Ken feels uneasy at all the attention. TK, who is used to it, just takes it in stride. Soon both men reside in front of the magazine racks. Ken’s eyes scan the rack and they find just what he was looking for: the newest issue of Pro-Wrestling Insider. He takes the copy, flips it open and after a short minute, finds exactly what he was looking for. He hands the magazine over to TK and waits for a reaction. It doesn’t take long.]

Thunderkiss: WHAT?!

[If all heads weren’t turned in his direction, they are now. Believe it or not, Thunderkiss sticks to his word and calmly “walks it off,” magazine still in hand. Avoiding a theft report, Ken quickly drops down money for it at the front counter and scurries to the Thunderman’s side.]

Thunderkiss: Rattlesnake is ... THIS GUY?! And why is BK London white?

Ken: Well, that guy is known as Kurt Angle here and he IS white. BK just took his image and changed his skin color.

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: When you say “BK” ... you mean the guy who MADE BK?

Ken: Yup. We pretty much just call each other by the names of our characters, so a ton of people call me TK.

Thunderkiss: So wait, you talk to all the others? You know ..... the people who made us?

Ken: Sure do.

Thunderkiss: You don’t talk to Senator Steve Phillips do you? What about Alicia Kitsune?

Ken: Of course! They are both terrific people.

Thunderkiss: OH FUCK ME! You traitor!

Ken: Look, I don’t think you understand the concept of this game.

Thunderkiss: I understand it well enough to know you are conspiring with the enemy!

[Ken rolls his eyes. “It’s going to be a LONG day,” he thinks to himself. Just a few seconds ago, he debated keeping Thunderkiss here. Now doing a 180, he no longer entertains that thought. Its time to find a way to send the big guy home - pronto.]

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “November 15th” Credit: T-Kiss

[As we return from a barrage of worthless commercials our TiVo’s will cut out anyway, we see a nervous looking Eddie Edison readjusting his headset as he looks up into the rafters.]

Maxwell McNally: What’s wrong Edison?

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, I’m just waiting for the Unknown One to blow up our table again.

Maxwell McNally: Well you’ll be glad to know we now have 100% fireproof tables all thanks to our Chairman!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Ha! Take that, Unknown One!

Voice: Too bad you don’t have a 100% unhackable TV signal as well

Maxwell McNally: That voice ...

“Fast” Eddie Edison: It can’t be!

[Oh it is. Going into his bag of tricks, tonight TK pulls out his infamous “show hijack” technique. Within a matter of seconds, the image of both McNally & Edison is snowed over in static, only to be replaced by Thunderkiss moments later.]

Thunderkiss: Relax, Thunderkiss is here. Ladies and gentlemen please, would you bring your attention to me.

Thunderkiss: Well, in case the image of me standing here right now doesn’t send you the message I am hoping for AK, let me say it in three simple words. You failed Alicia. You failed to put the bad dog down, and now he’s coming back to bite you right on the ass. Next Thursday night on Meltdown, you will have to look at your handywork, pardon the pun, DIRECTLY in the eye. What will you do Alicia? Run? You tried that last time. AND IT DIDN’T WORK.

[With his hand, TK motions to whomever is holding the camera to zoom in on his face. Once the desired effect is achieved, Thunderkiss continues his rant.]

Thunderkiss: Do you realize what you DID to me?! Do you realize the pain I endured?! Ohhh no, there will be *NO* running Alicia. You will stand and face this....

[Thunderkiss removes his sunglasses and for the first time the ACW audience sees the vacant crater that TK’s left eye used to call home. Several gasps come from the crowd and even more heads turn away from the Alphatron repulsed.]

Thunderkiss: Look at me! LOOK AT IT! Now isn’t that a “pretty” sight?

Maxwell McNally: Good God ....

Thunderkiss: Well, on the plus side, I can now play a mean game of Put-Put Golf on my face! HA! Now don’t be envious my little whore flower .... you’ll get a chance to own your own course as well! Not only am I going to return the favor by plucking out one of your eyeballs with my teeth, I’m going to do both. TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE! Can’t beat that deal, can you? I thought not.

[And just then, another voice joins the fray. It belongs to a female, though is completely unrecognizable. It catches Thunderkiss completely off guard and causes him to jerk his body in its’ direction.]

Mystery Voice: But baby, my scalpel is hungry ... and I want to feed it. At least give me her 2nd eye!

Thunderkiss: Shhhhh, hush! It’s not time yet.

Mystery Voice: *Hrmph*

[He turns back towards the camera looking very apologetic.]

Thunderkiss: Pardon the interruption Alicia. I am truly sorry about that. You see, “that” is one of my many surprises for you this Thursday. Like I said, It’s going to be a *HELL* of a night babe! Before I go, I will leave you with some advice. Tonight, go home to Latino and hold him close. Gaze into his eyes; remember his image. In just a few days, you will no longer be able to do so, so enjoy it while it lasts. And don’t forget to pet your pussy too! Meow!

Maxwell McNally: We’ve had just about enough of this!

Thunderkiss: Dammit Maxypad! How many times have we gone over this?! While I’m running the show, you don’t interrupt me! Gah! I swear! Good help is hard to find these days! Anyway, you can have your stupid show back ... “sorta.”

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Sorta? What does he mean by that?

Thunderkiss: Ahhhhh Alicia. I used to think we were a match made in Heaven.

[Thunderkiss reaches down and hits a button on his control panel. Instantly, the following image pops up on millions of television sets worldwide.]

Thunderkiss: Now ... I just want to send you there.

[For the next few minutes, ACW technicians fight to remove the still image from their television signal causing the show to go into yet another commercial break. They succeed, and all returns to normal. If you call Warfare normal, that is.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Hunter vs Jason Freeman (Credit: Shikari)

[glow=red,2,300]Hunter Vs. Jason Freeman[/glow]

The scene returns to the arena following the last commercial break of the night.

Hunter is first out as the introduction for Behemoth's "No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers and the lights slowly fade to black. Then, a voice rings through the speakers:

...and Hell followed with him...

Following this, the lights erupt into a crimson color, and some fire appears on either side of the stage. Hunter makes his way out onto said stage, poses briefly, and then walks down the ramp as the song continues to play. He slides into the ring and raises his arms as the lights and the song fades out. Hunter is pumped as Freeman’s music starts blasting out. During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.

Bell Rings.

Hunter and Jason pace around each other and lock up. Hunter starts pushing Jason to the ropes but Freeman pushes back, putting them into a standstill. Hunter smiles then boots Freeman into the gut twice before planting a boot into his ribs. Jason reels back giving Hunter time to hit a running forearm. Hunter tries lifting Freeman up but he punches his way out then lands knife edged chops sending Hunter back. Jason runs in and hits a standing dropkick to Hunters jaw causing him to trip down to his knees then hits a humiliating brain chop. Jason poses to then fans but Hunter jumps up and hits the dynamite on him! Cover!

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Hunter starts punching Jason repeatedly in the face, turns him over and locks in the bear trap! Freeman screams out in pain and tries crawling away but Hunter puts more and more pressure on. Eventually Freeman rolls out of the hold but Hunter puts in a body scissors and chin lock! Jason elbows his way out then retreats to the corner. Hunter runs in for the killing spear but Jason jumps up so he stands on the second rope before leaping over Hunter and rolling to the middle of the ring. Hunter runs in and hits a big knee to the gut before planting Freeman with a Samoan drop. Hunter stands up and backs off. He raises his hands high to the delight of the fans as Jason clambers up. Hunter looks in Freeman’s eyes. “THIS IS SPARTA!” can be heard all over the arena as Hunter boots Jason square in the chest, laying him out. Pin.

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This time Hunter is angrier as he elbows Jason square in the face. Both men get up and lock up and Freeman gets the upper hand. Jason gets Hunter up and hits an inverted fireman’s carry pancake. Freeman grabs Hunter by the back of the head before wiping his face on the mat. Hunter tries getting out so Jason knees him in the ribs the picks him up. He locks in a headlock but Hunter turns it into paradise now! Jason screams and tries to crawls to the ropes, but Hunter grabs his legs and locks in the land lock! Freeman is in plenty of pain his back is starting to give as Hunter bends him horribly. Freeman JUST gets a finger tip on the rope. 1...2...3...4...Hunter lets go but Freeman can barely stand. Hunter picks up Freeman and hits a massive dragon hammer! The referee checks on Freeman and helps him up to his feet but Hunter hits a big killing spear through the ropes!

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Hunter is up and rolls Jason in before following himself. Jason rolls out of Hunters way and lays him out with a glory driver! Both men retreat to the ropes and taunt each other, pumping themselves up. They both run at each other with clotheslines but pull out to the left and run off them ropes. They charge at each other with shoulder blocks but just check each other into the corners. Jason runs in with a cloths line but Hunter ducks and hits a pendulum back breaker. Hunter locks in a shock lock on the screaming Freeman. Jason raises his hand about to tap but just wont do it. Jason rolls around and UN hooks his arms but gets put in a bear trap! Freeman gets out of THIS hold as well but Hunter pulls his arm around Jason’s neck. Hunter claws out onto his knees then to his feet. Freeman elbows his way behind Hunter and grabs his arms before kicking his legs out and putting him in a surfboard stretch! Hunter rips one arm free and hits a sit out arm drag! Hunter lifts Jason up into a suplex, SHOTGUN!

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Philip: Here is your winner… Hunter!

Hunter raises his arms high as Freeman recovers; rolling out of the ring, he gesticulates at the World Champ, who responds with a characteristic smirk. He’s well and truly on top of the world… but time is ticking, and sooner rather than later, the title he covets has to be put on the line. But against who?

Speaking of titles… Latino wants gold, too. But can he first win the fight to trim himself to a fighting lightweight status?

Who on earth is Exemplar? And what does he want with the Entourage?

Questions, questions… as so often happens, the only way to find out the answers is to watch Thursday Night Meltdown. Or read the spoilers on the internet. Of course if you do that, BK will be round to rearrange all your stuff and download lots of porn and spyware on to your PC. And not the good kind, either. “Mature Ladies”. That’s all I’m saying…

Ahem.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[shikari]

Good show.

[hunter]

Mature Ladies FTW. Good show, all.

[Commissioner Zero]

Nice show.

[marshall]

I'm losing track of time. I wanted to make a segment, but apparently I have no clue what the date is >_<

Good show BTW

[xs3]

Nice show.