Monday Night Warfare 19th November 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 19th November 2007

Schedule of Matches:
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Jay Zero vs Dan White

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Marshall King vs Shikari

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Josh The Jersey Boy vs Rena Matheson

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The Senator vs Atomic Kitsune vs XS3 vs Adrian Flamingo

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Jay Zero vs Thunderkiss

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: Segment: One Hundred and Fifteen
(Credit: Senatorial Stable)

Warfare commences with a bang, and as the show goes to the ring, the Senatorial Stable is seen in the middle of the ropes, with Steve Phillips holding his International Title aloft, and a sign standing on a stand behind him, stating "115: International Record." Kevin Fitsharris bumps the sign, but Ricky Falcon is able to keep it upright before it topples over. Hunter punches the clumsy Capitalist in the arm, but before he can retaliate, Phillips obtains a microphone and motions for his fellow Stable members to calm down.

The Senator: Today, we meet here in this squared circle, well, I will just get down to business, and tell you all that we are out here, for I am now the longest reigning International Champion in ACW history! One Hundred and Fifteen Days, I have held this belt, and I have defended it as competently and actively as possbile. This belt carries a long, storied tradition with it, one of heated competiton. It is a symbol of excellence in this company, and I merely hope that I may elevate its standing, as I continue to defend it.

Kalb and Fitsharris start clapping, while Hunter walks over to shake Phillips's hand.

Hunter: Congratulations, I suppose. Just keep in mind that we're gonna have a hell of a better party when I beat both your record and Yoko's record and everyone else's record for holding any title with this puppy. My celebration will be legendary.

Senator: I am quite sure that it will be...Hughes, you were saying?

Hughes: It's great to see this day, although I hope later on, that I may surpass it!

Senator: Of course, I would wish nothing else, than to see the record eventually fall to one as worthy as you.

Falcon: Yeah, umm, I got us all a cake backstage for the occasion.

Fitsharris: Awesome!

Senator: Many thanks, I do appreciate it...just make sure that you locked the room you kept it in, as we all know how voracious the appetites around here can be!

Kalb: Tell me about it, Fitsharris would eat the whole thing himself, if left to it...

Senator: Well, in any case, I do appreciate you all making your way out here to take part in my humble little celebration. Make no mistake, however, I will not let this get to my head, I will not allow myself to grow complacent with this belt. Holding the International Title is an honor, and one that I am duty bound to carry out. Anyone who thinks that I will now just roll aside and hand the belt off...well, they are highly mistaken, and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: To Kill a King (Credit: Shikari)

The show is just opening up when the lights black out and a spot light shines down on the stage. Raining blood by Slayer plays and the English Hunter Shikari makes his way onto the stage with Kidman in tow. Shikari stops at the bottom of the ramp and shows off with a cut throat taunt. Shikari walks onto the apron and lowers the rope for Kidman, who steps in and pulls out a microphone.

JK: Tonight, you will see domination. You will see pain. You will see a young man have his life hanging on by a thread. And Shikari will cause it. Shikari the monster you say. But I think of Shikari as, a king. A warrior. A destroyer of those who appose him and me.

The fans boo loudly as Shikari glares straight ahead.

JK: Tonight we fight, tonight we live. King will be destroyed and it will be because of his own cockiness. He tries entertaining you but you know he will fail. So what if he can do a few slips? Shikari can chuck him into the tenth row with ease!

The crowd are unhappy with Kidman's speech and start booing and yelling.

JK: SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS!

The fans fall silent in a second as John laughs at them as Shikari paces round the ring.

JK: You know I'm the best. But you know what? Tonight I prove it. Tonight, we kill the King!

Smirking, Kidman leads his behemoth back out, to await the commencement of hostilities…

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Hype (Credit: Hunter / AK)

The next segment of the evening starts out in a location that the ACW fans are more accustomed to seeing in the middle of the show: the interior of Chairman Gingerdude's Office. The light streaming through the window shows that this was obviously filmed earlier in the day, and esteemed Chairman sits behind his desk, oddly enough not doing any paper work. Instead, he sits perfectly still and stares straight ahead, his fingers folded together, his expression a mixture of annoyance and confusion. As the camera zooms out, the fans see that he is not alone, as Atomic Kitsune is standing to the right side of the room, while the ACW World Champion, Hunter, is slumped down in one of Ginger's chairs, his feet resting on the Chairman's desk yet again. Ginger does not say anything for a rather long period of time; AK simply folds her arms and avoids eye contact, while Hunter decides to take this opportunity to give himself a manicure with his free fingers. After a moment, the Chairman finally speaks, albeit with strain.

Ginger: ...all I can really think to ask is...why?

Hunter looks up for a moment from his fingers.

Hunter: What an abstract question.

AK rolls her eyes out of Hunter's sight.

Ginger: I don't understand...both of you have been involved in doing PPV promos before. Hell, you've done some together. And yet...now we have a catastrophe?

Hunter: Wasn't really a catastrophe. Wouldn't that involve death?

Ginger: Shut up, Hunter. Please.

Hunter shrugs and returns to his finger nails. Ginger now turns to AK.

Ginger: It's you that I'm surprised at, Alicia. What ever happened to be the conscience of ACW?

AK: Ginger, after everything that’s happened recently, you should know that I have a low tolerance for disrespect of all kinds.

Ginger: Hmm. Well either way, we were able to get back some of the footage we shot from the authorities. From what I understand, it'll be shown at the end of the show. But it will be choppy, awkward, and unfinished.

Hunter: Like your sex life?

Ginger shoots Hunter a dirty look, but Hunter simply smirks as he continues to look at his finger nails.

Ginger: Look, for everyone's benefit, I think you two need to explain this situation. What happened?

Hunter looks up from his nails and looks up at AK. The two exchange a few random glances, until Hunter shrugs and turns away. AK steps forward closer to the light and unfolds her arms.

AK: Well...

Fade Out

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The time for talk is over despite the fact that I'm cutting a promo >_> (Credit: Hitman)

For three individuals, this is just another match. A victory for them would give another notch in their belt and bragging rights. But for one individual, this is more than just a match. This is a chance to break out of the darkness and get back on track in ACW. Is victory attainable for this particular individual or is failure awaiting him on the other side of the curtain? That question, combined with the situation with one Exemplar, has driven the individual to a breaking point… And anyone who is in his way tonight may feel some of the wrath.

In the back, the aforementioned individual has been revealed as XS3. Adorned in his ring attire and a baseball cap, XS3 is seen sitting down on the ground, leaning against the lockers. There is no emotion on his face, only aftereffects from staying awake, wondering what will happen next in ACW. He finally notices the camera in the room and turns his head to face the lens. The crowd can see the look on XS3's face a lot more clearly. It doesn't look all that good.

XS3: "Tonight, I have an opportunity to enter the ring with three outstanding individuals… Scratch that, two outstanding individuals and Adrian Flamingo. The two individuals, of course, are Alicia Kitsune (Laureano if you want to get technical) and Senator Steve Philips. Now, you're probably asking… 'Why say such a thing about Adrian Flamingo?' Folks, I'm going to be completely honest here: I've sat back and watched him transform from 'Astonishing' to 'Serious as the next guy'. Since then, what's he done worth noticing? Break BK's leg? Possibly force Wyvern to retire? Granted, those were brutal things that he did and for whatever reason he did them, that's up to him to decide. But everyone knows that karma can truly be a bitch. And that's exactly what Flamingo will get in the near future. I probably won't be the one to dish it out tonight but he will get his just desserts, mark my words. Oh, and Flamingo? If you're watching this, you dropped the ball in our tag match a couple months ago. Don't think I won't forget about that too easily."

XS3's look still does not change as he continues on with his promo.

XS3: "Up next, we have Alicia Kitsune. Now, much like with Senator, I have tasted defeat at the hands of AK. That match showed me how much I was willing to accept pain and take whatever life threw at me. Tonight, I must go head to head with her and two others once again. But unlike last time, I'm not going to let her just hit me like that. I will put up a fight and I will attack like a pitbull that was just let out of his cage. AK may have taken out the eye of my good friend, Thunderkiss, but now that she's apparently moved on from this whole feud, I think she knows now that high heels aren't going to be the best weapon of choice for the rest of her career."

A faint smile is the only thing seen on XS3's face before it slowly fades away. There is no emotion once again.

XS3: "Finally, we come to ol' Sennie Steve. I admit it, I got my ass kicked by him at Emperor of the Ring. Everyone saw that. But what didn't kill me only made me stronger. Tonight, I WILL prove it to Senator by going toe-to-toe with him once again. I don't care if AK or Flamingo want to get involved, tonight is my night to prove who I am to the world."

XS3 then stands up from his seated position and adjusts his cap. He turns to the camera with his look still on his face.

XS3: "And Exemplar, don't think I haven't forgotten your little sneak attack. You may have taken me out but you forgot one thing, pal: You didn't finish the job. And that's a crucial lesson that you have forgotten. But don't worry, you won't be around for much long to rectify your mistake. At Best. PPV. Ever, Thunderkiss is going to own your soul and that's not fate and it's not destiny… It's just the way it is."

And with those words, XS3 is on his feet and pushing his way past the cameraman, out the door and towards the ring for some ass-kicking.

Fuck, I hate writing descriptions in between lines.

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment Title: I wonder how many times I can get out of making up segment titles until somebody notices? (Credit: Freeman)

The camera zooms in to show the locker room of Jason Freeman…and as it zooms around, it seems that everywhere, there are tapes! If what’s in the TV is any indication, it seems that Freeman has his room filled with tapes of Senator matches, and he sits intently, in a chair, taking notes as he watches. For weeks, Freeman has been studying Senator’s matches trying to study his style, study his moveset, study his strategies…everything…all in preparation for when Senator finally lets Freeman have his match. What’s the problem then? That match is not happening. Senator denied Freeman his shot, and Freeman couldn’t be angrier. Surprisingly, however, Freeman didn’t find his anger out of control. Deep inside himself, he knew that he would get his match, simply because he knew that he wouldn’t stop trying until he finally did. Eventually Freeman looks the camera, as the match on the television ends, and Senator raises his arm victoriously, as Freeman frowns.

Freeman: Well my loyal ACW fans…

Freeman pauses, knowing full well that nothing but boos will follow this statement, and he impatiently stays seated, making it clear that nothing further will be said until there is silence.

Freeman: Right, thank you. Anyways, here’s the deal. You guys have not seen me in action recently, and I’m sure you’re wondering why?

A lone fan takes advantage of the silence to shout out “Who cares?!” And of course laughter follows from the crowd, and random anti-Freeman chants begin to break out from various sections. Freeman again goes silent, and waits.

Freeman: Okay, well whether you care or not, I’m telling you why. I haven’t been booked, because I’ve been busy? Do you guys want to know what I was doing? Well, to save the snappy responses, I’ll just tell you that that’s a rhetorical question. THIS is what I was doing.

Freeman motions out, and the camera follows his arm, towards the stacks of tapes, and a bunch of sheets of paper, with notes scribbled all over them. Freeman looks at the stack with a bit of impatience…

Freeman: Yes, I’ve been studying every single thing to do with The Senator Steve Phillips. Every move he will make, every counter he knows, and how he tackles every kind of match with every type of opponent…it doesn’t matter, I’ve been studying it all. All in preparation for one match. One match which…is apparently not happening.

Freeman can’t hide the bitterness in his voice as he utters this line, but he continues on anyways…

Freeman: I say apparently, of course, because the only person who says this match isn’t happening is Steve Phillips himself. Now, I can understand why he doesn’t want to face me. He’s terrified of me.

The crowd goes wild with boos at this outrageous statement, but Freeman merely smirks, making it obvious that he said this merely to get a rise out of the fans. His smirk fades as he continues on seriously.

Freeman: Okay, okay, I know, I know. The real reason was because he thinks that he’s beaten me enough times that another match isn’t necessary. A fair claim, I suppose. He has beaten me numerous times, but I was not ready then. I was overconfident. I jumped right into the match thinking that since I had finally gotten a match against him, I had already won. That was a ridiculous thing to believe…but it was a mindset I was trapped in. A mindset which was my downfall in the end. This time? This time I’m ready. This time I’m prepared…and this time I know that I have a tough match ahead of me, and I know I may lose, and because I know that…I won’t…There is nothing Senator can do to me that will stop me, and keep me down.

Freeman sighs, his whole speech would be much more powerful if there was indeed a match in the future, but for now, nothing was concrete. Nonetheless, he continues under the assumption that a match WILL be happening sometime.

Freeman: Now, of course, you all remember when I spit in Senator’s face. It was something I don’t regret. It was something that I needed to do, and it was something that I believe was a turning point in my career. But it was merely the beginning…It is not until I finally defeat Senator that I can truly look at myself, and say that I KNOW that I earned respect. And if Senator doesn’t want to give me that chance, he does not have to. He doesn’t have to give it to me. I’ll take it. That’s all I have to say about that. And as for tonight? I assume I’ll just be doing the same thing I’ve been doing every night.

Insert obligatory Pinky and the Brain reference here…but seriously, Freeman sits back down to watch some more Senator matches, a task that he assumes will take him until midnight…as the camera fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Jay Zero vs. Dan White (Credit: Hunter)

The first match of the evening clearly held a very distinct and interesting history to it: Zero is one of the members of the Entourage that Dan had sworn revenge on, and as much as Zero wanted to defeat him, he knew full well that he would have to conserve his energy if he was to face TK later on in the evening. Dan, on the other hand, realized full well that if he could weaken up Zero to the point where he has almost no energy left, then he could have TK destroy him and potentially annihilate the entire stable. But that, to him, is, of course, wishful thinking. For now he simply has to start with the ever popular lariat, followed by a series of knee strikes, all of which culminated with a terrific hurracanrana. Although not a match ending combination by any means, the close pinfall that Dan received for his efforts did make him feel rather good.

The match went back and forth with a series of vicious strikes that clearly showed their hatred for each other. After a few minutes of this, they switched to slower, yet more powerful grapples. Zero lead this off with a leaping neckbreaker drop, and then just to change the mood again, switches over to strikes with a vicious looking Zero-Sen Kick to Dan's jaw. Dan recovered promptly and dodged another kick, and then busted out a jumping Tornado DDT. Clearly not very happy with the pain that this causes Zero, he proceeds to climb up onto the top turnbuckle and signals for the Lone Dragon. He leaps off...just Zero rolls away just seconds before Dan crashes and burns. The former quickly sneaks up behind the latter and lifts him up, and then hits him with the Crucifixion! He covers, but Dan kicks out.

In the heated finale of this truly memorable...nah, I'm overselling it. I know, you're surprised. It took me up to the third paragraph to finally break character. Which character? Why, the character of the omniscient third person narrator, of course. Either way, back to the action. Dan instantly nails his ever popular Spinechiller, and then attempts a Snap Dragon after lifting Zero back up, but Zero was able to duck and instantly hit his Multiple Rotation Satellite Headscissors into an Arm Drag. Dan recovered, albeit he was slightly dazed, and was not aware enough of his surroundings to see Zero start up his three jab combo, followed by the knee to the gut, followed by his ever popular and ever beloved Head Butt. He then lifted Dan up and locked him into the Zero Chance, but Dan went completely against the name of the move and flipped out of it with the help of the ropes. He tries to grab Zero for the Stunt Bomb, but Zero quickly ducks, lifts Dan up, and instantly nails a vicious Zero Darkness, which is enough to keep Dan down long enough for a three count.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Everything in Moderation (Credit: Flamingo)

Shortly after Monday Night Warfare comes on the air, the camera cuts to Chairman Gingerdude’s office where the head honcho of ACW sat behind his desk, a little perturbed at the moment. Wearing one of the finest suits many wrestling fans will possibly ever see, Gingerdude sat with his head in his left hand as he rubbed his temples. Unsuspecting viewers would probably think that Gingerdude was attempting to give himself the Iron Claw, but Baron Von Raschke he was not. If Gingerdude had had it his way, however, he would’ve applied the Claw to the other man in the room with him.

Gingerdude: As much as I hate admitting this, you’re right. I can’t have one of my championship matches at risk for Best. PPV. Ever. ACW fans have a level of trust in me that when I say a match will happen they know it will happen and, as much as I hate doing this, you can have your extra security.

The camera comes back to a delighted Adrian but quickly grabbed his head and groaned. Gingerdude raised a suspicious eyebrow as he watched Adrian clutch at his freshly wrapped head. Was this legit or not, he wondered. His train of thought was interrupted by Adrian before he could draw his own conclusions, however.

Flamingo: Oh, sir! You have no idea how elated I am right now! If I could, you would see me jumping up and down with joy, but that doctor said that BK London’s unfair attack on me on Meltdown has messed up my equilibrium. It just warms my heart to know that ACW has a chairman who cares about his employees the way you do, sir.

Once more, Gingerdude as he raised a cautious eyebrow, he stood from his desk and walked over to his office door. After brushing out the wrinkles in his suit, he placed a hand on the doorknob and turned back to Adrian.

Gingerdude: Right, well Adrian, since your masked attacker has yet to reveal himself, once can’t help but believe that he is, in fact, BK London. I mean, it’s only logical that BK would be gunning for you right now. You put him out of action by breaking his leg after costing him the ACW World title, you mocked him publically for weeks on end, and just this past month you sent his soon-to-be ex-wife running from the arena in tears. Plus, the way he hits the Shade of Michaels is just too perfect to be anyone BUT BK London… and if I know BK, he’s going to be relentless with his assaults. So, I decided to give you the best security I could find…

Gingerdude turned the knob of the door and ushered in two men, both dressed like they were prepared for war. Each man stood at full attention in solid black body armor, combat boots, and a black helmet that covered each man’s face with a thick black face-shield. Both men held riot batons and, by looks alone, seemed to have the strength to smack someone in knees so hard with the baton that the knee would be able to bend in the opposite way. Adrian walked to most men, looking them up and down as Gingerdude continued.

Gingerdude: Note, Adrian, these men work for me, so if you give them an order it has to go through me to be approved. That means they will not help you administer sneak attacks or interferences during any and all of your matches, nor will they do those things outside of this arena, outside of this company, or even outside of this business. Furthermore, you will only have their services until Best. PPV. Ever. where they will report back to me after your matches with Senator and BK London. Also, it’s important to note that I’m not doing this to protect you, persay, but to protect the interest of the ACW fans in attendance and the viewing parties at home. You’re going to get what’s coming to you, Adrian Flamingo, but I’ll be damned if it’s not under some sort of control. Do I make myself clear?

Adrian continued to examine the guards up and down, trying to find some sort of imperfection with the men. After seeming satisfied with them, Adrian swung a punch at one of the men, who simply caught his fist and twisted his wrist. After a few seconds, the guard released Adrian who clutched at his wrist.

Flamingo: Ow! Damn Gingerdude, these guys are good. I just got one question, though, how can I be sure one of these guys isn’t BK London? After all, every time he’s attacked me, it’s been different. How do I know if this is the “dress up like a guard and beat the hell out of Flamingo” day?

Gingerdude smirked at Adrian.

Gingerdude: Well, Adrian, I’ll have you know that I checked both of these men’s backgrounds before I hired them. I’ll assure you that neither of these men are BK London.

A curious Adrian tried to peek under one of the men’s visor, but the hand that was trying to pry up the face-shield was smacked away by a heavy gloved hand.

Gingerdude: Don’t do that.

Flamingo turned to Gingerdude with a smile on his face.

Flamingo: Thank you, sir; you’ve made me the happiest girl in the world!

Adrian proceeded to give an extremely uncomfortable Gingerdude a hug before walking out the door with his two big bodyguards in tow. Adrian was as giddy as a schoolgirl.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Guilty as Charged?

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Credit: Jay Zero and Thunderkiss

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Returning from the commercial break, we open up to the Entourage locker room. Thunderkiss and Andrew Starr are both in the room, sitting comfortably. After a brief moment, the locker room door opens and in comes the duo of Stefanie Collins and Jay Zero. Jay looks a bit tired after his match with Dan White and is holding his arm, rotating his right shoulder to try and stretch it out. Thunderkiss looks up at the stablemate entering the room and gives him a look of repulsion.

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Zero: Ugh, Stef, can you get me some ice from the freezer and put it in a bag please? [/color]

Stefanie: Yeah, sure.

Jay tosses the Light Heavyweight title onto the table and walks over towards an open seat. He plops himself down, letting out a groan in pain. As Stefanie walks by the other ‘Raj members, she lets out a friendly hello.

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Stefanie: Hi Andy. Hi Kiss.

Starr nods his head at Stefanie, also smiling at her. Kiss on the other hand grunts “Mm” and keeps looking at Jay.

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Zero: Ahh, man. I think I pulled something when I lifted Dan. He’s gained a few pounds after we kicked him out of the group. Speaking of worthless pieces of meat, where’s Freeman at? [/color]

Jay chuckles to himself, but nobody else seems to find it funny. In the background, we see Stefanie grabs a bag out of a box on the counter towards the back of the room and bends down to pour some ice into it. Jay looks over at Kiss and finally sees the dirty look he’s getting from Kiss.

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Zero: Hey Bigman, you alright? [/color]

Thunderkiss: Hm. Very intersting you'd be asking me that question now. Isn't it?

Zero: … What? [/color]

Thunderkiss: Well lets see Zero. First, I get my eye ripped out by a whore, and while I'm gone, the only thing that concerned you was becoming leader of the Entourage! Then on Thursday, I have Skeletor come down and kick the shit out of me. Where was Zero during all this? You got me! So to answer your question Zero, I'm not doing so good, but if you were smart enough, you'd probably would have figured that out yourself!

Kiss stands up, enraged a bit as he leans over Jay’s body in the chair. Stefanie looks concerned and walks towards Kiss a little bit.

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Thunderkiss: Hm, but you know what Zero? Perhaps you ARE smart enough to figure it out. Perhaps this is EXACTLY what you want!

Zero: WHAT?! [/color]

Stefanie: Kiss, I think you should ---

Kiss swings around and yells at Stefanie for interrupting him.

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Thunderkiss: BITCH. SHUT. YOUR. MOUTH.

Zero: Kiss, what the hell are you talking about? Are you on that medication right now? [/color]

Thunderkiss: YOU WISH! My mind is clearer than it's EVER been! Lets look at the facts! The day I came to visit, just WHO was it standing over a bloody XS3? It was YOU. When I was getting my ass kicked last Thurday, just WHERE exactly where you Zero? Perhaps you were closer than I thought!

Jays eyes bulge out as if he’s insulted to be accused of working with the man.

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Zero: Are you JOKING me right now?! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? [/color]

He tries to stand up, but Thunderkiss pushes him back down into the chair. Stefanie and Andrew look on, wanting to do something, but are afraid of the counterreaction of Thunderkiss.

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Thunderkiss: You're not going ANYWHERE ... TINY MAN!

Zero: No! You back the fuck off man. I didn’t do shit! [/color]

He gets up and pushes Thunderkiss back. He grabs his Light Heavyweight title and walks over to Stefanie.

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Zero: I come in here all the time and bust my ass for this bullshit? Ever since Samhain it’s been the same ole charity case from you! Oooh boo hoo, I lost my eye! Boo hoo, I got beat by little miss Atomic Kitsune! Boo hoo, I’m becoming a fucking ‘tard! Seriously man, get a fucking grip! [/color]

Obviously, Jay has now become irate. He grabs the ice pack from Stefanie and begins to head for the door.

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Thunderkiss: So where are you going now? Going back to Seymour I'd bet!

Jay swings around, and now just looks at Thunderkiss as if he’s lost his intelligence as well.

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Thunderkiss: You son of a bitch! And to think I respected you too!

Zero: You’re out of your fucking mind right now. [/color]

Thunderkiss: Why are you getting angry? Huh?! MAD THAT I FOUND YOU OUT?!

Zero: No, I’m angry because you’re blaming me for this stupid shit! You JUST called me a tiny man too! How in the hell can I be Exemplar if I’m a tiny man?! That guy manhandled you! Finally, someone came who could throw you around like a rag doll! Not so high and mighty now, are you? [/color]

The vein in Thunderkiss’ neck starts popping out. He lunges forward, faster than normal and grabs Jay by the collar. He yanks him up and throws him back into the wall. Jay’s back crashes into it the wall slightly denting it. He hits the ground hard, holding his back. Starr now knows it’s time to jump up. He runs towards Jay and holds him back as he tries getting to his feet and fighting back. Stefanie also runs to Jay and helps Starr hold him back as he begins screaming out at Kiss who is laughing at him.

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Zero: YOU KNOW WHAT KISS? I DON’T NEED YOU OR THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A GROUP THAT I’VE BEEN CARRYING FOR THE LAST FEW MONTHS! I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! [/color]

Thunderkiss: Carrying?! Yeah right. You couldn't carry this group .. or my jock strap for that matter! Now come on! Be a man! Why don't you attack me to my face tonight Exemplar!?Tonight! You! Me! One on one in the ring!

Zero: OH YOU’D LIKE THAT WOULDN’T YOU?! [/color]

Thunderkiss: I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU BOW TO ME, THAT'S WHAT I'D LIKE!

Zero: Y’know what?! FINE! You got it sleazebag! [/color]

Thunderkiss: Sleazebag? Hm, you sound a little self rightous friend! I wonder where you picked that up from? Don't forget to wear the Exemplar costume!

Zero: Whatever douche bag. See you in the ring. [/color]

Jay pushes Starr back and then bends over and grabs his Light Heavyweight Title. He grabs the bag of ice and throws it back at Thunderkiss, hitting him in the chest. Jay and Stefanie both make their exits from the locker room.

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Thunderkiss: Well Starr, it looks like Freeman was right all along about that guy.

The scene begins to fade out with the shot of a one eyed, irate Thunderkiss with an evil smirk on his face. What’s going on between Jay and Kiss? Guess we’ll find out later tonight.

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: Mel Gibson (Credit: Hunter/AK)

She doubts that today will be a good day. It's not necessarily because of what she has to do, but it's more along the lines of who she has to do what with, if that makes any sense. She has worked with Hunter before, and she knows how stressful it can be. So when Atomic Kitsune closes her car door behind her and looks up at the series of buildings before her, she cannot help but sigh. She slowly begins to walk towards the closest building, figuring that it is clearly where she must be, as shown by the large groups of people that are scattered around, handling their own business. She does not particularly pay close attention to what they are doing, as she is currently on a "let's get this over with" sort of mind set. Just then, a small little man with a head set and a clip board runs up to her.

Assistant: Mrs. Laureano?

AK: Uh...yes.

Assistant: You're a bit late, I'm afraid. But I doubt it will be a problem. The director told me to come get you the moment you arrived.

AK: Well, that's all right. Where is he?

Assistant: Come with me.

The assistant pushes open the nearby doors and walks through, AK in tow. AK is forced to stop for a moment, as she is taken aback by the size of the warehouse that she is in, and to add to that, she is taken aback by the large set inside. It seems to be some sort of barren, desert-like landscape, albeit with a slightly red tint. She shakes it off and continues to walk in the direction of a large chair, the back of which contains the word "DIRECTOR" in large letters. She can see the back of the head of the person sitting in the chair, and before the assistant even says a word, she groans.

Assistant: Mrs. Laureano for you, sir.

The chair swivels around to show AK the face of her director, and she groans once more, primarily due to the rather melodramatic pose that he takes in the chair. Hunter sits in a rather relaxed manner, a glass of wine in his hand, wearing a loose fitting bath rope, and occasionally toying with his ponytail. He looks over AK for a moment, and then rubs his World Championship, which hangs on the arm rest to his left.

Hunter: Thank you, Dexter, that will be all.

The assistant nods and quickly leaves, and Hunter takes a quick sip of wine, looking back at AK.

AK: So...why you?

Hunter: What, for the position of director?

AK: Yes.

Hunter: No one else could even begin to tackle what I have in store. This promo will demasculinate Spielberg.

AK: So Ginger just let you direct the whole thing, without worrying about any of the...bias, shall we say, that'll come of it?

Hunter: Basically. But milady, fear not, there is no bias. EVERYONE knows that I'm the best for this and any other job.

AK sighs as Hunter puts down the glass.

AK: Right, well, what's the plan?

Hunter: Well my vision is as such: we open up on that barren landscape you see before you. It is clearly a post-apocalyptic wasteland, not far removed from what you would see in the Road Warrior. The last survivors will flock to me, for I am the savior of the human race. Then you show up and make some sort of challenge to my power. I didn't bother writing your speech because it'll surely be worse than mine...

AK rolls her eyes.

Hunter: ...so you can write your own. That's basically it in a nutshell.

AK: So...I just show up and challenge your power?

Hunter: Yes.

AK: Well...fine, I suppose.

Hunter: We've filmed the majority of it already, I'm still in the middle of a few scenes. We'll be ready for you within the hour.

AK: Is there anything else I should know?

Hunter's expression changes ever so slightly, but enough to signal to AK that there is definitely something removed from the norm.

Hunter: SOFIA!

AK raises an eyebrow as Hunter returns to his neutral position, and a few moments later, a young blonde woman appears wearing a short bathrobe, not all that different from Hunter's.

Hunter: I just need you to see your outfit, and then you can be on your way. Sofia?

The young woman removes her bath robe, and AK instantly widens her eyes. To say that it is barely there would not be an inaccurate description. Hunter sips some more wine.

AK: Christ, Hunter, you must be out of your mind.

Hunter: It's been suggested.

AK: There's no way I'm putting that on. Hell, it looks about five sizes too small.

Hunter: Oh it's meant to be like that.

Pause.

AK: Hunter, what on earth would make you think I'd wear that?

Hunter: To provide realism.

AK: ...I beg your pardon?

Hunter: Well after the apocalypse, clothes will become non-existent, and everyone will walk around wearing rags.

AK: That's not a rag, Hunter, that's something I'd expect to see in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue!

Hunter turns to the model for a moment and looks her up and down.

Hunter: Really?

He looks back at AK.

Hunter: I was going for a Playboy lay out. One page before the good stuff.

AK simply stares at Hunter, who continues to sit perfectly still in a rather nonchalant manner.

Hunter: Right, well, Sofia, take if off and give it to Alicia.

Sofia reaches for the top of the outfit, but AK stops her with a quick hand.

AK: Do take it off, I can see it must chafe like hell, but you can keep it because I definitely won't be wearing that.

Hunter: Yes you will. And you'll enjoy it. Much like I will.

AK scoffs.

Hunter: Come on, Alicia, you've done more with less.

Hunter grins, but before AK can smack the taste out of his mind, Dexter reappears.

Assistant: Mr. Hunter? They're ready to shoot your scene.

Hunter nods and puts down the wine glass, rising out of the chair and getting to his feet.

Hunter: Excellent.

He pulls his hair out of the pony tail and spreads his hair behind him, and then promptly drops his bathrobe. Unfortunately, AK is a split second too late to avert her eyes from the tiny loincloth that Hunter sports, one of a particularly European style. Let it be known that he is wearing nothing else.

Hunter: Does this properly accentuate my groin?

Dexter nods, but AK is too busy looking up at the ceiling. Hunter follows her gaze for a moment, and then smiles.

Hunter: It's not THAT high up, dear.

He chuckles for a moment, and then walks past AK, finally giving her a chance to lower her eyes again. She does not say anything, and instead she keeps her eyes very wide. She slowly turns around to make sure Hunter is gone, but she then turns around again when she sees his naked back side. Her eyes widen even more, and she then shakes her head slowly. Many a psychotherapy session will be needed after today.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The sheer amount of noise which comes from the direction Hunter has walked in tells AK that she won’t find anywhere peaceful in here to try and salvage some shred of credibility from this situation; there are extras milling around everywhere, and toward the back of the sprawling set technicians are manipulating long lengths of what looks like pyro-related wiring. Clearly Hunter’s ego isn’t the only thing set to explode today.

Leaving through the same door she entered by, AK emerges back into the parking lot. Around the back, she can see one of ACW’s outside broadcast vehicles being used to cut and mix the footage as the rushes are completed, and she wanders toward it since there seem to be fewer people there. Leaning against it, she finds a surprise in the form of ACW’s resident “private eye” and Fallout interviewer, Rich Marlowe.

AK: Doing a little Saturday overtime, Rich?

Marlowe adjusts his fedora and gives AK a slight nod in greeting.

Marlowe: You know me, I never miss a good scoop. Though currently I’m taking a breath of air to recover from the sight of Hunter’s ass at close range.

AK looks at him sideways.

Marlowe: ….I was hiding behind a stack of post-apocalyptic garbage and he backed up to frame a scene, ok?

He shudders a little. Alicia pats him on the shoulder.

Alicia: Be strong, tough guy. You wouldn’t happen to have scoped out any out-of-the-way places where I can put together some kind of speech for this debacle, would you?

Marlowe ponders this for a moment, then points to his left.

Marlowe: No one’s been in that building all day, it looks like a storeroom or something. If it’s unlocked you shouldn’t be bothered there.

AK: Thanks.

Leaving Marlowe to fiddle with his SLR, AK walks over to the slightly shabby building and tests the doorhandle. Fortuitously, it opens with a creak, and AK lets herself in, passing through a second set of double doors to find herself in the main space. Feeling the wall next to the door, she finds the light switch and flicks it on.

The interior is bigger than it looked from the outside… and it’s full with rack upon rack of professional costumes. Quite forgetting herself for a few minutes, AK wanders around, examining the multiple rails of exquisite clothing. Her inner child would happily spend the day trying them on; as she gets her bearings, she can see that the storeroom is arranged in a series of themes, the complete wardrobes for several productions which are being held. AK suspects that a lot of shooting is on hold due to the ongoing writers’ strike – it probably explains how Hunter was able to afford to rent out an entire studio lot for the day.

As nice as it is to daydream, it can’t last; with a sinking feeling, AK brings her attention back to the present. She has to come up with that damn speech, half of which she’s sure will end up on the cutting room floor. Brushing her hand along a line of garments, she alights on what looks like some sort of Star Trek-style futuristic uniform, and flirts with the idea of giving Hunter two metaphorical fingers by showing up in it, for a laugh…

The idea comes as surely as night follows day. AK shoves the uniform back on the rail, her brain firing up as she remembers seeing something else in the storage room. Hurrying around, it takes her a couple of passes to find the right spot – but when she does, the pieces fall into place at lightning speed. A smile creeps across her face, and at once she nips back to the outer doors, pushing them open and peeking out, furtively. The truck is still there, but Marlowe isn’t.

Turning around, she closes the door and walks back into the room, scanning it carefully.

AK: Come out, Rich. I need your help.

Marlowe materializes from behind some plastic jungle foliage.

Marlowe: I must be losing my touch. Anyway, if you want my services-

AK: I know, and believe me, if you can help me pull off what I’ve got planned, you’ll get the story of the year as your payment.

Marlowe’s eyes narrow.

Marlowe: Details first, if you please.

In answer, AK steps over and whispers into the journalist’s ears. The seldom-fazed Marlowe’s eyebrows nearly accelerate upwards off his head.

Marlowe: …Are you nuts?! There is no way you’d get away with that. Hunter’s running this place with security like Fort Knox, and I was practically manhandled off the premises by the “Great Dictator” when I showed up the first time, and I had a valid ACW press pass.

He bristles, clearly angry at his prior treatment. Knowing his prior history with the Senatorial Stable, AK can appreciate Hunter’s standpoint to a certain degree – but nonetheless, it gives her excellent leverage where Marlowe is concerned.

AK: You’re right, Rich, alone I can’t hope to succeed. But you obviously managed to run rings around security to get back in here without Hunter knowing – and working together, we can accomplish the near-impossible, and take him down a peg or three. So what do you say?

Marlowe folds his arms, his trenchcoat rustling. His caution over falling further into the ACW bad books is tempered by his bruised personal pride… and the temptation is just too great. Besides, as long as he’s careful, no one needs to know he was ever involved…

Marlowe: ….Ok, you’ve got yourself a deal.

Alicia smiles.

AK: You’re a star, Rich. The only question remaining is, do we have enough time to put this into action? Hunter said he’d be ready for the pivotal scene in an hour.

Marlowe scoffs lightly.

Marlowe: And you believed him? This is Hunter we’re talking about. He’s bound to take every shot at least five times… plus if he makes too much progress, I’ll ensure a few technical faults slow him up.

AK: Excellent. I’m going to get part 2 of the plan underway… you go and make sure the routes we need are still secure.

Marlowe: I’m on it. To the Revolution!

He disappears almost too quickly for the eye to track; AK takes a deep breath, knowing that she’s now committed to either producing one of the biggest surprises in ACW history, or a catastrophic fall from grace. Extracting her cellphone from her pocket, she speed-dials a number.

??:…….Alicia, hi!

The voice is immediately recognizable as that of Charlotte King. AK leans against a nearby stack of prop boxes.

AK: Hi Charlotte. Listen, I’m having a nightmare here with Hunter and his so called “Best Promo Ever”… drastic action is required. You still have direct upload rights to the ACW Email and Cellphone Newsflash service, right?

Charlotte: Of course.

AK: Brilliant. I need you to send out a very special all-points bulletin right away. Head it, “Unique chance for true ACW fans to star in PPV Spectacular…”

AK continues to talk, checking her watch. She has between two and three hours to prepare the ground for her scheme, and she’ll need every minute.

On set, Hunter has no idea that he’s about to become the hunted…

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Marshall King vs Shikari (Credit: AK)

This match may not have the highest of card positions, but both competitors are clearly punching well above their weight in a contest which is gripping from the moment the bell sounds. With Kidman ordering him to take no prisoners, Shikari powers forward and for a moment it seems the smaller and lighter King will be swept aside… but instead he sidesteps after a few shots, and trips Shikari over, performing a leg drop to the back of the head. The beast bellows in anger, an exclamation only exceeded by that of his master’s yell.

The next few minutes follow a semi-cyclical pattern; King manages to frustrate Shikari by staying one step ahead, but Kidman keeps his cool, and a well-chosen tug on King’s ankle, or other distraction, allows Shikari to corner his prey. The crowd winces at the strength of Shikari’s blows, and the first real pin of the match follows a blistering Shikari Combo (bearhug to corner turnbuckle slams to Spinebuster). Such a series of moves would challenge just about anyone on the roster, so King’s kickout at the 2 mark is undoubtedly impressive.

Knowing he has to get back into the match, King evades Shikari’s relentless pursuit for a few more moments, and then turns the tables, opening up with his renowned dropsault. The crowd pops for the young buck, and King pins – but Shikari throws him off bodily at the 2 count. King’s fire is not put out, however, and he begins targeting Shikari’s lower legs; he strikes hard, but Kidman again makes his presence felt, distracting the referee and allowing Shikari to use the ropes to choke his opponent. The crowd boos, a sound which Shikari almost seems to like; he perhaps gets a bit carried away, as the referee sees him throw a closed-fist punch, and gives him a formal warning.

The match continues to sway this way and that; King hits his Poison Rana (inverted Frankensteiner) and Skikari takes a big hit, but then kicks out of the pinfall without needing his mentor’s assistance. The crowd continues to boo, but Shikari’s training is a notch above the norm, and just when he should be starting to fatigue, he comes back with a second wind of frightening intensity.

In the end, King is unlucky; he mis-times a spinning wheel kick, and Shikari plucks him out of the air, lifts him up, and introduces him to The End. It’s devastatingly strong, and King just can’t kick out in time – but he’s far from crushed, and the crowd is already anticipating one heck of a rematch as the show cuts to a break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “When it Rains, it Pours” (Credit: T-Kiss)

Earlier in the Day

[It’s been a miserable week for Thunderkiss. His “grand” return was anything but all thanks to a new sense of vision and one mean son of a bitch in a skeleton get up. His wounds have healed but his spirit has not. The only thing Thunderkiss latches onto at this moment is hope for the future and that is what has brought him to the office of the Chairman this Monday morning. His thirst for revenge still running deep, he raps on the Chairman’s door hoping he will help quench it.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Thunderkiss! Please come in.

[Thunderkiss enters the room and Gingerdude motions for him to have a seat. TK ignores his gesture and instead places himself directly over the Chairman’s desk, his head bent so that both men’s eyes are on the same level.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Well, you asked to see me and here I am. What do you want to bother me with today?

Thunderkiss: I want a rematch with AK.

Chairman Gingerdude: You *HAD* a rematch with AK.

Thunderkiss: And it ended with some masked crackerjack wailing on me because of YOUR lack of security!

[Gingerdude leans back on his chair, brings forth his hands and interlocks them together with his fingers. A small sigh escapes from his lips and his mind contemplates what to say next. He doesn’t look at Thunderkiss in the eye. Perhaps it’s out of fear. Perhaps its out of guilt. Either way he knows the next exchange will be neither friendly nor easy.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Even so Thunderkiss, what I saw prior to that incident made me realize that perhaps your return was a bit premature.

[As soon as he hears those words, Thunderkiss begins to shake his head back and forth as if he was trying to shake them back out of his ears. This action gives way to another as the fist of Thunderkiss goes smashing into Gingerdude’s desk top.]

Thunderkiss *screaming*: Not this AGAIN! Yeah, I had some “ring rust,” but who wouldn’t after almost three weeks of sitting out!?

Chairman Gingerdude: Ring rust doesn’t cause you to constantly miss your opponent by feet.

[If looks could in fact say it all, then right now the look Thunderkiss is giving the Chairman would be screaming murder. Once again the Chairman looks away while he does his best to hide his current level of discomfort.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Look Thunderkiss, nobody wants you back at 100 percent than myself. You know how much I value you as an asset to ACW. It is exactly for this reason that I suggest you take some more time to get yourself back in order.

Thunderkiss: Take some time off! Did you forget that I’m the number one contender for the ACW World Title?

Chairman Gingerdude: Yeah.... about that.

[The situation continues to deteriorate itself to a dire level, just as Gingerdude predicted. Before continuing, his eyes motion towards a panic button located underneath his desk in an effort to reassure himself of his own safety.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Based on your performance this past Thursday, I’m afraid to announce you are no longer the number one contender.

Thunderkiss: What?! You are INSANE?! Who could you possibly put over me?!

[The Chairman takes another deep breath before responding. Deep down he knows no matter how he puts it the end result will not be pretty. Therefore he sucks it up and simply blurts out the truth in the form of a very familiar name.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Well, technically it was Hunter’s choice to make-

[Eyes bore into him; Ginger cuts the pre-amble for the sake of his health.]

Chairman Gingerdude: -Alicia.

[Hellfire begins to flow from his heart into his veins. Everyman has a breaking point, and TK has easily overshot his with the knowledge of this revelation. Something deep inside takes control of his body and makes his hands clutch both sides of the Chairman’s desk. With one jolt upwards, the desk becomes airborne and meets its demise as it crashes into the nearby wall. The beast within unleashes a shriek that unsettles the mighty Chairman.]

Thunderkiss: ARGH!

[“Well, there goes that panic button,” the Chairman thinks to himself. With nothing in front of him for protection, he can only hope that TK will realize the consequences of harming him. Will this be enough of a deterrent?]

Chairman Gingerdude: I do hope you know that is coming out of your paycheck.

Thunderkiss: Fuck you, and fuck your money! You son a of bitch, you’re even lucky to HAVE me! Half your roster has abandoned you yet I continue to carry this company on my G’Dammed BACK! I lose my eye making you money ... and what do I have to show for it?! Nothing! This is the thanks I get!? Since you’re such an ungrateful fucktard, perhaps I need to go give the HWL or GWF a call, considering they have been knocking on my door for MONTHS!

Chairman Gingerdude: I would like to remind you that you are under contract ...

Thunderkiss: I didn’t sign a contract to be your bitch or anyone else’s. Enjoy watching your buyrate tank at “Best. PPV. Ever.”

~!~SLAM~!~

[Thunderkiss exits slamming the door behind him. As he does, a self portrait of the Chairman goes crashing to the floor, an image that pretty much sums up the moment. Kicking desk debris out of the way, he is able to locate his pager. He is connected with his secretary the moment his index finger manages to press the call button.]

*BEEP*

Secretary: Yes Chairman?

Chairman Gingerdude: I’m going to need a new desk...

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Operation-Flirtation (segment: Rena, Hunter & Senator)

Rena had been sitting at the window ledge for thirty minutes now. When she entered, it was only Senator in the room. She wanted to run back out screaming, but as a woman of composure, she decided not to back down and continue into the office. He looked up shortly to see who it was who entered, but went back to the newspaper he was reading. She placed down her purse and took off her coat, placing it on a comfortable chair. She didn’t know what to do, and instead decided to grab a small pad of paper from her purse and doodle at the window ledge. Just as she was about to finally say something to him, Hunter walked through the door. He was wearing black tear-away pants and a black t-shirt with the logo of some band that she didn’t quite care for. He set his title belt down across a chair in the corner and fished through a duffle bag he brought with him.

Instead of shooing Hunter out before she spoke to Senator, she thought of a better idea. She would make him jealous! Of course, why didn’t she think of it before? Hunter and Senator are forced to work together due to being in the same stable, and if Senator noticed them flirting he would flip. She flipped her hair, jumping off the window ledge and glided over to Hunter. He was wiping himself off with a small white towel. Working out? Maybe.

Rena: Hey Hunter...

Hunter: You can't have a title match.

She laughed a fake girlish laugh. Hunter furrowed his brow and looked down at her.

Rena: I just wanted to say how great you look in those sweat pants...

Hunter: ...well thank you very much.

Rena: And that t-shirt...100 percent cotton?

She ran a freshly-manicured finger down the material on his chest. He shot her another raised eyebrow, not exactly sure what she was up to.

Hunter: I don't know...could be some polyester or some shit. I don't particularly care for fabrics. As evidenced by the word "DEATH" sprawled across my chest.

Her faux laugh was now in full roar, slapping his chest lightly.

Rena: Oh, Hunter...you're just too funny!

She looked over. That bastard didn't even look up from his paper to see what was going on. She cleared her throat.

Hunter: Rena---

Rena: AND YOU LOOK SO SEXY TODAY!

Hunter: I KNOW. BUT WHY ARE YOU YELLING?

He didn't even stir. That bastard! Hunter was still completely confused about the entire ordeal, but Rena had had enough. She pushed Hunter back into his corner.

Rena: Jesus Christ, I'll have to think of something else.

Hunter: What, are you trying to piss him off?

Rena: Get out of here.

Hunter: Bitch, you don't own this room---

Rena: I'm going to own your balls if you don't pack your shit up and run out of here in two seconds.

Hunter: Why, couldn't find a donor?

Rena: GET OUT!

Hunter: Fine, fuck.

He packed up and left, leaving Rena and Senator alone again. Rena growled, pushing the newspaper out of Senator’s face and looking him in the eyes.

Rena: What the hell is with you?

Senator: Excuse me? You are the one who just had a tantrum by throwing my financial statements on the floor.

Rena: Okay, it was a kiss.

Senator: Yes it was.

Rena: But why aren’t you talking to me?

Senator: I just have nothing to say right now. You have only been here fourty-five minutes or so, and I am rather busy at the moment.

Rena: So you’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen…

Senator: Rena, the last time we spoke you were screaming at me and then throwing yourself out of my limo. I can hardly pretend that it did not happen, but I merely have nothing else to say about those events.

Rena: That what you said was a mistake!

Senator: It is NOT a mistake.

His sudden surge of anger put fear in Rena, who sat down quickly as if she was being pushed by his audible force. He flattened his tie and calmed himself down in record timing, taking a seat again.

Senator: We cannot have a relationship, not at this point in time. I have already explained why, and I care not to do it again, not right now.

Rena: al…alright…I’m just going to…yeah.

Rena, shaken, stood up and grabbed her purse and the coat she brought in. She had to leave, as soon as possible. She picked the newspaper and threw it on the desk. He looked at her with apologetic eyes.

Rena: I’ll fax you the report on gun violence tonight-

Senator: Rena, I-

Rena: And make sure you…you fax me the stats on single parents.

Senator: Hey, Rena, slow down, I did not say that you had to...

But she wouldn’t hear any of it. She clearly walked out the door and shut it behind her. He thought about running after her, but he wasn’t the central character in a silly teen romance film. She would cool off, wouldn’t she? She had to…Was it that Rena had to finally realize what he had been try to tell her, or is it Senator Steven Phillips who needs to stop running from the truth?

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Josh the Jersey Boy Vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: Shikari)

Tale of the tape sponsored by ammunition, unlawfully shooting your neighbor since 1976!
Name: Josh The Jersey Boy
Short name: JJB
Weight: 230
Height: 6’2
From: Jersey city, New Jersey
Finishers: Welcome to New Jersey, Jersey’s Finest

Name: Rena Matheson
Short Name: Rena
Weight: 153
Height: 5’8
From: New York, NY
Finishers: Hell in Heels, Fade to Black

The opening of Clint Eastwood begins, as the fans wait for JJB. The spotlight on the tope begins to search for JJB, but JJB is nowhere to be found. When the song begins to pick up, JJB is seen in the crowd and he sings the song with them. When JJB leaves the barriers, he heads into the ring and begins to smoke a cigarette. JJB puts out his cigarette before his opponent comes to the ring JJB then waits for his opponent.

Lighters up by Lil’ Kim plays and Rena Matheson makes her way out onto the stage to a mixed reaction and some wolf whistles. She strolls down to the ring and stretches as JJB smirks in a “this is going to be easy” way. JJB and Rena walk up to each other and smile, before Rena takes JJB out with a sweep kick! JJB hits the mat hard and climbs up. Rena slaps JJB across the face but he won’t fight back. Rena sighs loudly then smashes Josh with a vicious chick kick. JJB hits the mat but as he gets up hooks Rena’s leg and plants her with a T-bone suplex. Cover, 1…2...KICKOUT! JJB gets up and moves away from Rena. Rena reaches her feet and ducks a clothesline then follows it with a jawbreaker. JJB holds his mouth and stagers to the ropes. JJB approaches Rena but she plants him with a drop toe hold then an Indian death lock! JJB screams in pain and starts clawing his way to the ropes.

After a long struggle JJB gets to the ropes after a long struggle and grabs on. 1…2…3…4…Rena lets go. Rena is first up and keeps her momentum with an armdrag to wrist lock. JJB climbs to his feet with the hold still locked in and starts elbowing Rena in the face before some boxing punches then some double knee strikes. JJB gets Rena to the ropes and elbows her in the face before whipping her to the ropes. Rena stops herself from rebounding back to JJB and when he charges jumps up and puts him in a head scissors. Rena grabs onto the ropes as JJB turns away and drops back into a hanging head scissors choke. At the four count Rena let’s go and back flips to the floor. JJB gets up to the ropes and yells at Rena, who pulls out his legs. Rena gets onto the apron as JJB gets up and gets with a spring board hurricanerana. JJB rolls to the ropes and receives a few well placed kicks and stops as he gets up, then Rena hits him with a cross leg hook michinoku II! JJB is in pain as Rena gets him up and slaps him. JJB reels around and Rena pounces with the fade to black! Rena tightens the hold up and JJB has no choice but to tap.

Winner: Rena Matheson