Monday Night Warfare 21st January 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 21st January 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Silencio vs The Libertines

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Jin vs Maximillion Richmond

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Jon Taylor vs Jonny Hughes

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Hunter vs Rattlesnake

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Jay Zero vs Fallen Souls - Light Heavyweight Championship - Hardcore Match

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: It's Official (Credit: Hunter / Jake)

As the first scene of the evening opens up, the fans find themselves in an all-too-familiar locale, this being the interior of Chairman Gingerdude's office. The illustrious chairman is sitting in his chair behind his desk, his hands folded together atop said desk. Directly before him sits the ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter, his legs lazily balancing on top of Ginger's desk. His title, shiny as always, is draped across his chest, and he slightly rubs it while looking straight ahead at Ginger. He does not break his gaze, regardless of the fact that Jake Cheng is a few feet to his right, also sitting in a chair. Yin and Yang stand on either side, and while Jake is also staring at Ginger, the two bodyguards are staring violently at the champion. Although every man in the room is very aware of the tensions inside, no one acts, amazingly enough. Soon, the tension breaks, if ever so slightly.

Ginger: I think you've crossed into a new dimension of childishness.

Pause. Ginger looks at Hunter, who raises an eyebrow.

Hunter: What, me?

Ginger: Yes you.

Hunter: What'd I do?

Ginger: You kidnapped two men!

Hunter: Ah, no. Kidnapping would involve having them in my presence, tied up with a gun aimed at their faces. I delivered them tied up into a cab, there's a difference. What's more, it's not very "childish" of me; you find me an infant who can go through with such a clever ploy and I'll reconsider.

Ginger: That's beside the point, Hunter. Lucky for you, the cab driver had a conscience and drove them back.

Pause.

Hunter: He WHAT!?

Jake: I guess he had bigger pockets than you thought.

Hunter: Fuck off.

Ginger: Enough!

Both men return to silence as Ginger clears his throat.

Ginger: Now, as I announced on the previous Meltdown, there WILL be a match between the two of you at Ragnarok and the title WILL be on the line.

Hunter does not react to the announcement, but Jake smirks slightly.

Ginger: I also said I would tell you what the stipulation was a little later. Well, the time has come.

He pauses for dramatic effect, until...

Hunter: Any day now, Ginger.

Ginger: I was just trying to make it---

Hunter: Dramatic, yes, I know. But you're not going for an Oscar here, you're just announcing a stip. On with it.

Ginger grits his teeth and clears his throat again.

Ginger: Fine, the two of you will fight in a Seek and Destroy Match.

Pause.

Hunter/Jake: A what?

Ginger: A Seek and Destroy Match. In so many words, it will be a falls count anywhere match, but before you can pin your opponent, you must first be in possession of something.

Jake: What?

Ginger: The ACW World Championship.

Both competitors raise a simultaneous eyebrow.

Ginger: Seeing as you both like to hide that title for no apparent reason and to mess with everyone, we will do so to you. The title will be hidden somewhere within the confines of the arena. The first thing you must do is find it. After this, you must attach it to yourself, and then and ONLY then can you pick up the victory, via pinfall or submission. Naturally, there are no disqualifications, so anything goes.

Hunter: Won't it take a while to find the title?

Ginger: You'd assume so. But actually, I've already decided where it will be. And it's in a rather obvious place.

Hunter slightly rubs his beard at the thought of this.

Jake: Clever.

Hunter: Indeed.

Ginger: The last man standing will prove himself to be the TRUE World Champion, as he will already have the title secured around his waist. As you've no doubt guessed, it is named as such because you must SEEK the title, and afterwards you DESTROY---

Hunter: The opponent, got it. Well if that's all, Ging, I'll best be on my way. I've got myself a match to win.

Ginger: Knock yourself out.

Hunter smiles pleasantly and nods before hopping up to his feet. He takes the title and is careful to put it on the shoulder closest to Jake, as if to taunt him one more time. A moment later, the door closes behind him and his footsteps fade. The bodyguards continue to look at the closed door, but Jake has put his eyes back on Ginger. Ginger simply shrugs and returns to his paperwork, but Jake remains silent, pondering just exactly what he is in for.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Meet the Wrestling...'s? EP. 1 (Credit: FSX)

Quite the evening that it's turning out to be, isn't it? Based off the overwhelming reaction that has been heard so far for ACW's star performers you would think so! But as time progresses with nothing of interest taking place, it is likely that they will become quite bored and hassled by the fact they are sitting in a steamy, sweaty building with nothing of incredible interest to watch. Boredom..yes...serene boredom. But wait! Something must be about to occur, as for no apparent reason everyone is beginning to rumble and mumble about themselves again. By the sound of their talking, it must be something epic too! Brain Chop to the gut epic! But what could it possibly be?

LADIES....GENTLEMAN....YOUR TIME OF RECKONING HAS ARRIVED!

Many in attendance look around frightfully as a boisterous tone suddenly is heard echoing through the arena, though it is slightly familliar..The disembodied voice let's himself echo for a few more moments, before their is utter silence again..and the Alphatron shows a small picture of a boy in the distance, sitting on what appears to be a rock shaped as a chair, well many other boys slowly fade in to picture and are seen pointing and laughing at the lad.

NOT LONG AGO...A BOY EXISTED! HE WAS RIDICULED AND TEASED FOR HIS HIDEOUSLY DISFIGURED FACE! HE CRIED MANY NIGHTS!....UNTILL....

The screen appears to flash with rays of light as all of the other boys disappear, and a man that is clearly being lowered down from some unseen location on a string appears, laughing brilliantly as many gawk confused at the show.

AN ANGEL FROM THE FUTURE APPEARED, AND SAVED HIM FROM MOCKERY! THE BOY WAS GRATEFUL, YET UGLY, SO THE ANGEL REWARDED HIS LIFE BY SURGICALLY ATTACHING A MASK TO HIS FACE! THE RESULT COMES TODAY....and shows itself...in true form!!!

The image seems to spin around several times as it zooms in and out on occasion as no one can make any sense of the bizarre show...before the picture finally comes to a stop and shows an adult wearing a mask, seeming to pose in front of a waving Mexican flag. He raises his right arm and points up to the sky as the image slowly becomes black and white, reading 'Current time, 200x' in the lower right corner as he laughs proudly.

Now that you have met the man...it is time to meet his family!

Many other faces quickly flash across the screen, before three other individuals appear suddenly next to the original man, all of them wearing masks and laughing in the same fashion that he is. After another moment, the flag begins to spin behind them, and a moment later they all seem to be spinning as well as a corny theme song begins to play boisterously in the background as they all appear to be running in place.

MEET. THE. WRESTLING'S!

Everyone in the crowd seems to be silence as each of the members of the family does a pose and says their name, before nailing someone with a wrestling maneuver. I do mean A wrestling maneuver. Each and everyone of them appeared to hit the Double-Jump Splash on the same anonymous individual as he seems to sell the move just as much for each of them, even though two of them are simply kids who could hardly deliver the move successfully. Another odd thing to mention may be they all happened to have...no..real name. Mr. Wrestling, Mrs. Wrestling, Wrestling Lad, and Wrestling Girl individually all high-fived after finishing their assault on the poor guy.

This crazy family will never stop believing....in being the best they can be. The humor never stops in the Wrestling household, and you won't be able to stop holding your sides as you take a look into their lives. Prepare yourselves! IT BEGINS NOW!

Many look around speechless as all of this seems quite...odd. Why is their a scripted wrestling luchadore black-and-white reality show taking place? Who in their right mind would think up such a thing? What is going on? Well, at least we won't have to wait very long to find out. It seems the first 'episode' of this new show is starting!.....Right now?


EPISODE ONE
SENTON PILOT EPISODE STRIKE FORCE!


Meet the Wrestling's is live in front of a filmed studio audience.[/b]

The attention now seems to be on a fairly dressed up house, if a single room that doubles as everything counts as a house. It seems to come complete with beds, a kitchen, a television, and a closet door in the middle of the room as all four of the Wrestling gang take a look at each other, each of them displaying what is sure to be a trademark smile. The fact that everything is in black-and-white is quite misleading to the actual detail of the room. After a few moments, Mr. Wrestling takes a good look around the 'house', before stretching his arms and letting out a laugh.

Mr. Wrestling: Family! We are finally home! In such a ritzy neighborhood, we are bound to have many adventures.

Mrs. Wrestling: Indeed we are, error 3023!

Mr. Wrestling: ...

Mr. Wrestling stares back at his 'wife' for a moment, before she gasps and gives a TV-friendly shrug, laughing to herself. It seems their reading off a teleprompter...? A poor one at that.

Mrs. Wrestling: Why, I mean husband of course!

Mr. Wrestling: I'll bet you do, wife! What a wonderful day it is to live in a wonderful new home. Now kids...why don't you pick out your bedrooms?

Wrestling Lad: You bet we will, Father!

Wrestling Lad laughs to himself as he runs off and sits on a bed, roughly a foot away from where he was standing, as Wrestling Girl shakes her head and sits on a bed right next to her.

Wrestling Girl: God, do I ever hate doing TV...

Mr. Wrestling: What was that?

Wrestling Girl: Uhmn..I..I mean...I think we should all do some Wrestling! But where? We're not in the safe graces of Tijuana anymore!

Mrs. Wrestling: That is true. It is going to be a shame that we can no longer compete with Tijuana Amaraso Continental Organization! Wrestling...

Mr. Wrestling: Yes, TACO was good to all of us. But we can find a place bigger and better then TACO here! In fact, we can teach the TACO message to everyone!

Wrestling Boy: Yeah! We can show the world!

Mr. Wrestling: Indeed we can, So--

Suddenly their is some fumbling and crashing heard off in the unseen distance, as A man is heard cursing quite vocally. All of the Wrestling's seem to freeze up and panic somewhat upon hearing this, quickly running into a huddle as they discuss silently just what they are going to do. It seems their expecting whoever made such a fuss. There's another moment of silence, before the door to the room is suddenly shoved open and a man in a towel appears. But who?....FSX?! What a surprise!

FSX: What the fuck is going on here?! What is...er..

Fallen seems to pause for a moment, shifting the towel to make sure it's covering him as he looks at the family in the room, a bit taken back as he takes a look at himself and gasps.

FSX: Why am I in black-and-white..?! Who are you people?!?! Get the hell out of my locker room!

Mr. Wrestling: Uh..um....I have no idea what you mean, Brother! But it sure is nice that you've come to visit us!

FSX: ...Brother..?

Mrs. Wrestling: Uh..right! It's always a pleasure to see you, Brother-in-law! Even if you've forgotten to dress yourself! Ahaha!

FSX: I was taking a shower. Now I was planning on getting ready for my match later tonight..not having a family of gypsy luchadore's take up housing in my damned locker room!

Wrestling Girl: Easy there, Uncle! If your not careful, you'll end up exposing yourself to us!

Fallen seems a bit taken back at this, making sure to cover himself again as their suddenly seems to be piped in laughter out of nowhere. FSX can only shake his head as he hears this, taking a few steps back.

FSX: Right...well...uh..can I at least get my stuff back?

Mr. Wrestling: What stuff? Did you leave your clothes here? We only just moved here, Brother! How could you of already...VIOLATED MY WIFE?!

Mrs. Wrestling: What? No such thing occurred, Husband!

Mr. Wrestling: Why are you trying to break up our family, Brother?! WHY?!

FSX: You know..I'm just going to go..

All of the Wrestling gang seems to be crying in unison now as Fallen quickly makes his way out of the room, unsure exactly of just what happened as he quickly dodges the wires he's before tripped over and takes a run for the Senatorial locker room. What exactly just happened? Why did they commandeer Fallen Souls locker room, of all people? Why is this black-and-white reality show also a sitcom and soap opera? Why do I have a sick feeling we're going to get answers to these questions?! Find out next time, on Meet the Wrestling's!

...Oh lord....

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment(OTA): Training...partners?
Credit: Jon Taylor and Jonny Hughes

With only one show left before the next PPV things are certainly hotting up in the land of ACW. With feuds coming to a head tension is mounting, and things only look set to grow bigger. One feud that is currently wrecking havoc in ACW is the Senatorial Stable Vs The Entourage, the members of both of the stables look determined to end of the careers of their opponents. However, it isn't just each other their stable war has affected; it is the other competitors also. On the last Meltdown The International Champion; Jon Taylor found out just how fast this particular feud is escalating, when he was struck around the side of the head with a steel chair by Entourage member Alex Richmond. As was Taylor's opponent - and Senatorial Stable member Jason Freeman - for that matter. In a war set to be settled by a traditional 4 Vs 4 man stable match at Ragnarok it sends home the truth that each member of the two stables are determined to make an impression and an impact - whether it involves innocent parties or not.

However, there is one particular match on this edition of Warfare which has the attention of many fans; ACW International Champion Jon Taylor Vs ACW Entertainment Champion Jonny Hughes. Although, neither title is on the line this is still a very interesting matchup, which neither would want to lose. Although the match against Jason Freeman ended in a no contest due to the attack by Alex Richmond it still answered many questions, as it was clear that if Richmond had waited any longer to strike the match would have ended with Taylor picking up the victory via submission with his signature move; the Triangle of Perfection. The near ending of the match obviously helping to spur Taylor on and put the previous weeks of the New Year behind (where he succumbed to Adrian Flamingo and Atomic Kitsune in losses) and reinstate confidence and his belief in himself his confidence. Taylor now supported and trained by Bill Wright appears to be a changed man - for the better. With a new confidence and an even tougher work ethnic, which many of even the best in the business wouldn't be able to keep up with; Taylor appears to be back on track with his career. Keen to be fully prepared going into another big match against Jonny Hughes, Bill and Jon scheduled a short training session before the match, to reinforce the hard work and training that Taylor has undertaken since he was reunited with his former trainer.

The scene opens with Bill standing in the centre of the ACW training area. Bill is wearing is usual blue tracksuit which has a white stripe down the left hand side, and is setting up some exercises to put Taylor through his paces for his match later that night. In the room there are several pieces of equipment including a few sets of weights, a boxing bag and a few mats in the centre of the room. There is also a ladder on the floor, designed to improve quickness around the ring.

The door of the training room opens; Bill looks over to see if it is who he is expecting. It is. Taylor enters the room with a small sports bag in his right hand and he is wearing his wrestling attire.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Hey, sorry i'm late - Anderson wouldn't take no for an answer, I had to give the slip around the corridors.

Bill chuckles.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Not to worry, speaking of Anderson, I had a confrontation with him earlier - luckily he wasn't sure who I was so I just said I was a fan and he left quicker than you could thatmanisaqueer.

Taylor smiles, obviously having clashed with Anderson on more than one occasion agrees with Bill's remark.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Chuck your bag over here and we'll get started.

Taylor throws his bag over to Bill, who places it on the side of room.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Right I think we'll start with the weights first today.

Taylor appears disappointed at having to do the weights first.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Don't give me that look, Jon. You may be a great technical wrestler but a one dimensional wrestler will be defeated by a more than one dimensional wrestler.

Taylor appears to take offense to this comment, protesting that he isn't a one dimensional wrestler. Taylor, however, follows Bill's instructions and proceeds to lift the weights. Although, clearly not a fan of weight lifting he accepts that he needs strength as well as technical ability. As with anything Taylor puts 100 percent into the exercise, and when Bill tells him that's enough Taylor is clearly red in the face and slightly out of breath, showing that he was putting in the effort needed.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

See it isn't that bad. Anyway, let’s try some submission wrestling.

The words submission wrestling light up Taylor's face like it is the 5th of November. The two men head over towards the mats situated in the middle of the room. Bill takes off his tracksuit to reveal amateur wrestling style attire in a dark red colour. The two men are standing in the centre of mats, with a small gap between them. Bill signals to start and immediately goes to take down Taylor with a double leg takedown; Taylor manages to scout the move a split second before Bill shoots and sends Bill crashing to the floor by simple moving out of the way. Taylor allows Bill to get back to vertical base before continuing. This time it is Taylor who tries to shoot first, though Bill manages to grab Taylors extended arm and twist it, the pain is immediately evident on the face of Mr. Wrestling. Bill attempts a suplex, though Taylor stops it by hooking his right leg inside Bill's. In attempting to do the suplex this forces Bill to relinquish the arm hold he had on Taylor. Taylor capitalises on this, immediately turning around and stepping back at the same time, both men circle each looking for an opening to shoot. Bill attempts a dummy attempt, though Taylor is wiser to it. Taylor trying to be patient sits back and waits for Bill to make another move, but Bill appears to be doing the same as Taylor, waiting for his prodigy to strike. Taylor decides he has had enough of waiting and recklessly shoots in; expecting Taylor to do this Bill simply steps out of the way and sweeps the legs of Taylor sending him crashing down to the mats. Not one to miss out on an opening Bill immediately goes down to the ground, and despite the resistance of Taylor manages to work an armbar, forcing Taylor to submit.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Remember, Jon - patience is a virtue.

Taylor makes a face to suggest he has heard the saying a thousand times before. However there is something that catches his attention. There is a loud noise outside of the room, and the door immediately swings open, hitting wall. Bill and Jon both look over to see what it is, and see Taylor's opponent later on that night standing in the door way.

Jonny Hughes | The Shooter

Excuse me Gentlemen.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Erm…I think you'll find that we reserved the gym for a private session.

Jonny Hughes | The Shooter

Well, that’s star power for you Mister Taylor. Perhaps when you main event a pay per view you’ll understand.

Hughes smirks at this comment, obviously proud of what he sees as a ‘zinger’, before making his way over towards the matted area in the corner of the room, he drops his sports bag to the floor and unzips it. He pulls his shiny Entertainment Title, which has been repaired since we last saw it. He drops to his knees and carefully lays the title down in front of him before starting a series of push ups. Taylor and Wright look on in disbelief at this show of arrogance from Hughes.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Not gonna do any weight training?

Jonny Hughes | The Shooter

I have my training regime and you have yours. I didn’t tell you how to do yours and I’d appreciate it if you returned the favour old timer.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Old Timer?! I should teach you the meaning of respect, Hughes.

Jonny Hughes | The Shooter

Well I’d love to see you try but I have bigger fish to fry and a Pay Per View Main Event to prepare for.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Well after the events of recent weeks i'll have to agree with you and say that you need all the preparation you can get. If it isn't beat Starr being the shit out of you, its Richmond knocking out Freeman with a steel chair.

Taylor smiles obviously pleased with his comment. This appears to get under Hughes skin. Though, Hughes determines that it is best to stay calm considering he is outnumbered and still feeling the effects of the beat down by Starr last week.

Jonny Hughes | The Shooter

Like I already said, a man which as much talent and star power as I has no time to stand and hang around to bicker with you and the old man. I'll see you in the ring, Taylor.

Hughes smirks as he heads towards the door; he appears to be high in confidence. Taylor appears to be in a determined mood, one fuelled even further by Hughes's arrogance. Bill doesn't look to be too pleased with Hughes's comments towards his age, and appears to be focused on making sure Taylor is prepared and ready to choke out Hughes with his signature move.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Relax, Bill. He's only running his mouth as usual.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

He is the sort of guy who makes you really want to inflict pain on them. I have met his type before, and they weren't pleasant experiences.

Taylor appears to be calm, despite the confrontation with Hughes.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Well once we get into the ring later on tonight there won't be any time for him to run his mouth. He may be an arrogant prick but that doesn't stop him from being talented - unfortunately. I have had one previous experience in the ACW ring with him before, in my first match against Senator Steve Phillips. Before Flamingo decided to end the match by assaulting Senator and Hughes I did manage to get in the ring with Hughes for awhile. Although not at the same technical level as myself he poses a threat in a different way. His is a very well rounded competitor, certainly not one to overlook by any means. His Entertainment title prays tribute to that.

Although not a fan of Hughes's by any means Taylor knows when someone is talented - and although he may not respect Hughes as a person he does respect his talent. Bill appears to be partly uneasy about Taylor rating Hughes so highly.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

The one thing I believe you have to do when you are out there is not see Hughes before you, but just another hurdle in your rise up the ladder. I have seen that sometimes you think too much about who are wrestling and what they are going to try and do instead of thinking of what you are going to do. Yes, he may be a talented competitor but you shouldn't be looking to predict what he is going to do, you should be thinking about how you are going to put him away for the pin. You need to work on your killer instinct, Jon. By condensing yourself down to seeing yourself as a technical wrestler you are displaying your weaknesses in full view of your opponents. You should look at becoming the full complete wrestler you can be. It doesn't matter if each match isn't a match of the year candidate, what matters is that you walk out of the ring with the victory. I believe by doing this you can truly make yourself a force here in ACW, and climb up the ladder quicker than you would with your current limited style.

Taylor appears to understand what Bill is saying, though by the expression on his face doesn't exactly seem to be welcoming this advice with much enthusiasm. Bill looks to be dead serious one
what he is saying, unlike usual where he has a sort of tone which indicates he isn't too serious. Taylor sighs, he appears to be accepting that although his heart may lay in the art of technical wrestling his head is telling him that he has to evolve as a competitor and become more complete if he wants to fulfil his goals and full potential.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Hmm...I guess what you're saying is true.

Taylor pauses, he has a tone of uncertainty in his voice.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

To succeed in this business you have to evolve as a competitor or you will be left behind. By focusing solely on the technical side of wrestling I am only making it easier for my opponents to find holes in my game to defeat me with. To truly become the best I can be, I must develop a more full rounded arsenal of weapons in order to truly be considered a serious force in this company.

There is a large pause of silence, which is suddenly interrupted by the slow clapping of Bill.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Now that is what I have been waiting to hear since I arrived here. Jon, it looks like we have a lot of training to do.

Taylor smiles. Right on cue Bill instructs Taylor to do 100 sit-ups. Is this the true emergence of Jon Taylor we have been waiting to see since his debut?

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Swab (Credit: Anna / TK)

Gingerdude: We saved most of your personal effects. Look! Here's Mr. Sprinkles!

Anna eyes her plush kitty, mouth thin.

Anna: It's white.

Gingerdude: Hm?

Anna: Mr. Sprinkles' fur is supposed to be white.

Ginger hastily blows a gust of air on Mr. Sprinkles. The resulting dust cloud elicits a sneeze from Anna. She glowers up at him.

Anna: Thanks.

Ginger coughs.

Gingerdude: All set? Any questions?

Anna: Yes. Remind me why I'm your receptionist again? I don't need the money.

Gingerdude: Anna. You're about to bring a child into this world! Working mothers promote healthy business ethics! It's in all the baby books.

Anna: Ethics...is that like a cheese? It sounds foreign.

Ginger makes a show of checking his watch.

Gingerdude: Wow, look at the time! Lots of paperwork to do, I'm sure you understand. If you need me, I'll be in my office!

As soon as the door shuts behind her, Anna flops her bare legs up on her desk and flips through ELLE magazine.

Anna: Shoes, shoes, Marc Jacobs naked, shoes, ooh, "Using Fashion to Solve Crime!"

She guides her reading with an elegant nail, tracing lines of text.

Anna: "Crime scene investigators...yadda yadda yadda...couldn't recognize Donatella if she danced naked in front of him...blah blah blah...swabbed saliva on a Balenciaga to test for DNA..."

Her eyes widen. She sets ELLE on her desk, stroking her chin.

Anna: DNA testing...I wonder...

A sharp rap on the door interrupts Anna's thoughts. She thumbs a wall button to unlock the doors with a loud click.

UPS Guy: Package for Mr. Gingerdude. Sign here please.

A sharp intake of breath...

Anna: Ohmigosh. You're the real UPS Guy from Legally Blonde!

UPS Guy: Just sign here.

Anna yanks the pen out of his hands and tosses it over her shoulder.

Anna: This is so funny! Did the casting crew actually search for a real UPS Guy, or did you enjoy playing one so much that you went to UPS training school? And is your name really just 'UPS Guy?'

UPS Guy: Please just sign here!

He procures another pen from his pocket. Anna sighs, accepting the pen.

Anna: Fine. But it's no use running from your illustrious acting career. You were great in that movie. Plus you got to meet Reese before her nasty divorce with Cruel Intentions co-star Ryan "Ass of Wonder" Phillippe.

She busies herself with scrawling a loopy signature, adding hearts and twirls wherever possible. Tapping his foot, the UPS Guy scratches his nose with his right index finger, just as Anna satisfies an itch with her index finger as well. She catches the motion and gasps.

Anna: Our eyes are the same color too!

UPS Guy: Sorry, didn't catch that?

Anna shakes her head and slyly moves a hand into her purse, rummaging for a pack of Q-tips. With some difficulty, she finishes her signature with a flourish and closes her fingers around a single cotton swab.

Anna: You know, sir, I've always wanted to mack with a movie star.

UPS Guy: I'll pass.

Anna gets to her feet.

Anna: What?! Are you rejecting my sexual advances? Is it the hair? It's not my fault I didn't use conditioner this morning; my dog ate my homework! Crap, I mixed up excuses again! What the hell is wrong with me?

UPS Guy: It's less the hair and more you being a crazy bitch and all.

Anna knocks over a stapler, a can of pencils, and an entire in-tray of faxes as she grabs a fistful of chocolate brown polo, drawing the hapless actor-turned-delivery guy closer with surprising strength.

UPS Guy: What the hell--?!

Anna: Sorry, it's nothing personal. Well, it is, if you knocked up my mother!

She brandishes her Q-tip like a rapier, moments from jamming the cotton end into a screaming mouth...

Gingerdude: Anna, no!

This temporary distraction is all the UPS Guy needs to flee, muttering darkly about insane wrestling promotions.

Gingerdude: Just what in God's white Earth were you doing?!

Anna: I thought he was my father, so I tried swabbing his mouth for a DNA test.

She explains, as if to a toddler struggling to understand one plus one equals two.

Gingerdude: I'm paying you to bloody work, not conduct DNA tests! See to it that it doesn't happen again!

She clicks her heels and salutes.

Anna: Yes sir!

With a final 'gaaaah,' Ginger enters the refuge of his private office. Anna bends at the waist, picking up her stapler and pencil can. Her eyes spot two petite feet, clad in absurdly high stiletto boots. As she rises, she takes in a bizarre appearance indeed. Anna gags, appalled at the woman's fashion sense.

Anna: Can I help you? With your wardrobe, perhaps?

JOYTOY: Help me? Darling, I’m here to help you! Today I’m giving away FREE health checks and just happened to be in the neighborhood! Now if you don’t mind, please pull up your shirt...

Joytoy now brandishes a scalpel that twinkles serenely in the overhead lights. Time slows to snail's pace. Anna neatly side steps to the left, narrowly avoiding a lunging tackle from the Extreme Pleasure Nurse. JOYTOY crashes to the floor.

JOYTOY *grinning*: ....this shouldn’t take long at all!

Anna: Are you the sales clerk from Saks? I swear I had no idea I was still wearing those panties when I left the store--

JOYTOY hops to her feet. Anna shrugs and dashes out the office.

JOYTOY *screaming*: Don’t you know the key to a healthy pregnancy is early and frequent prenatal care?!

She chases after the fleeing Anna, stilettos clacking dangerously.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Eye for an Eye
(Credit: BK, Senator)

As the show returns, BK London is seen walking backstage through the corridors. His appearance tonight gets him a mixed reaction from the crowd rather than his usual pop, seems like there are quite a bit of Adrian Flamingo fans in the audience who weren't happy with what he pulled on Meltdown. Sharply dressed as usual, with an intense look about him, as he passes several wrestlers, including Jin, JJB, and Kevin Fitsharris, who quickly hits some keys on his phone. London continues down the hallway, with the camera following, and it is not long before ACW's general nusiance, Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson rushes up to London.

Kevin: Mr. London! Mr. London, if you would answer a few...

BK merely sticks a hand in the hapless reporter's face, shoving him aside without a word as he continues down the hallway, turning the corner...right into the path of an advancing Senator Steve Phillips. Anderson follows as well, finding himself even less welcome as he does so.

The Senator: Get lost, Scoop. BK, I know you are not in any sort of mood to talk, but I think you darned well need to.

BK: Forget that, I'm running late, and I don't want...

Senator: Trust me, I have pulled the "busy" card out enough times. You are not too busy. Now, BK, just take a moment out here...

BK: What's it to you?

Senator: I just felt that as a fellow veteran, that a few observations of mine might come in handy for you. After all, we largely do have the same rivals around here, and you have always been a truly dedicated warrior of the ring, I respect that, and want to make sure that you keep your head about yourself. I am hardly a licensed shrink, but I have been there, done that.

BK London: My licensed shrink huh? Hehe, I need a shrink after what I pulled last week on Meltdown. You know, for months on months I always thought about finally getting my revenge on Adrian Flamingo. I always thought about how good it would feel...how good it would feel to know I've settled the score against the man who put me on the injured list. I always pictured the world being clearer, candy tasting sweeter, the colors of flowers becoming more vibrant...but that's not what I've been feeling. For the past four days, its been more of an internal struggle that's been eating me from the inside like...like one of those alien monsters you catch on a Sci-Fi flick. On one hand, I did what I said I would do, I finally put an end to the path of destruction caused by Adrian Flamingo. I took him out, and took him out for good. But on the other hand...remorse. Sure, he wasn't a great guy, but he was a wrestler like all of us. We go day in and day out to entertain the fans as a source of income, and I basically took that away from him. It's not a good feeling Steve, not a good feeling at all.

Senator: It is good that you are having these thoughts. I would be concerned if you lost yourself here. Remember, that is exactly what someone like Flamingo would want, to let such actions take you over the edge...or inactions, perhaps. You took the choice to act, and personally, I think you did the right thing.

BK London: ...well, I never thought I'd see the day when The Senator thought throwing someone off a truck, through a limosuine was "the right thing".

Senator: Look, when someone breaks your leg in this industry, especially in this company, what can you do? If you let it go, and take the high road, you only leave yourself open for worse, and allow the opposition to rest easy. If you act indiscriminate, and take your anger out on any opponent you face, on anyone backstage, you lose your ability to look yourself in the mirror with comfort. This is merely making a statement, a strong one, yes, but a direct, equal statement that really, in this case, was the only proper choice for someone like yourself.

BK London: You know Steve, you might be onto something here. He did do the exact same thing ot me at Heatwave, I guess I just have a but more compassion for others than he does. Thanks for this talk Steve, I really appreciate it.

Phillips merely nods in response, and following a brief handshake, the two go their separate ways, each with a bit of a burden lifted from their respective minds...and in one case, perhaps a rededicated mindset.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Silencio vs The Libertines (Credit: Hunter)

As is common with the first match of the card, both men wanted to simultaneously prove their importance in the federation and also entertain the hell out of the crowd, properly warming them up for the remainder of the show. They certainly did both, and the match started off with a bang as Silencio promptly grabbed Lib as he attempted a clothesline and nailed him with a swift Japanese arm drag. He secured his hold on Lib's arm and turned the move into an armbar, but Lib rolled out of it. The latter then nailed a snap suplex, followed directly by a Lungblower. He went for the quick pinfall, but Silencio managed to kick out. Lib then lifted Silencio up and tried for the X-Factor, but Silencio cleverly reversed it into a sit out powerbomb. He then pulled his legs back and flipped over Lib for a pin, but Lib managed to kick out at the last second.

The match remained fairly quick paced for the next few minutes, and surprisingly neither man remained loyal to a particular strategy. Both would bust out kicks and elbow smashes just as quickly as they would bust out suplexes and powerbombs. Lib managed to nail a fairly graceful Teardrop Suplex, and when Silencio pushed himself up to a kneeling position, Lib ran in for the Shining Enziguri...but no, Silencio ducked, got up to a standing position, and then dropped him down with the Downward Spiral. He then quickly attempted the Silent Serenade, but Lib managed to elbow him off. He then hopped back to his feet and nailed Silencio with a swift kick to the head. Once Silencio dropped down, Lib climbed up to the top rope and signaled for the Pegasus Dive. He leaped off...but Silencio JUST managed to roll out of the way at the last second!

The fans applauded and cheered fairly loudly, all of them clearly anticipating the epic ending of this match. Silencio was the first to stir, and he walked over to Lib, grabbing him for the Pandora's Box. But once again in this match, Lib managed to successfully play possum, and he quickly rolled away, kipped up, and successfully nailed a Big Ben Bomb! He went for the cover...but Silencio barely managed to kick out. Lib then went up top again, this time for his twisting corkscrew moonsault, but Silencio managed to run up to the ropes before he could even get a proper position. As Lib sits on the top turnbuckle, Silencio grabs him and successfully nails the Silent Shift from the elevated position! He had better sense than to instantly go for the pinfall, and instead he set Lib up for the Silence of the Lambs...but this was his fateful mistake. Lib promptly pushed him away and instantly put him into the Crossface. The crowd booed menacingly, but after a few moments, Silencio had no choice but to tap out to end this incredibly competitive opening match.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

As the bell rings both men stand up. Libertines has already left as "Empire" plays over the speakers. Jin starts to walk down the ramp with a microphone, past Libertines. He glares at him but has bigger things to attend to. Jin rolls into the ring and comes face to face with Silencio. He grins before starting to clap slowly, confusing Silencio. Silencio gets passed a microphone but Jin talks before him.

Jin: Good show Silencio, good show. But I think that we could do better?

Silencio: You mean I could do better.

Jin: At Ragnarok bring your A game. Hell bring your A plus game, it won't matter. Why you ask? Because I will, and that means I'l win. Simple as that!

Silencio: Excuse me? If I'm not mistaken, didn't I beat you last month? You barely even layed a touch on me Jin!

Jin: See, back then I was not one hundred percent. I was barely fifty. But now I am, and will prove it. You want a street fight? You have a street fight! You want a rematch? You have a rematch! You wanna bring your bodyguards? BRING THEM! I don't give a fuck, hell you can bring the whole of where ever you came from, they will ALL FALL!

Silencio: Now you see Jin, I WANT you to bring the Entourage, hell, bring any of your other friends, and I'll bring my friends. Come Ragnorak, shit will hit the fan, litterally. With you being that steaming pile of shit and me being that fan. Plus, if I remember correctly, did Starr kick the crap out of you before?

Jin: Is that even a bad thing? It was Andrew Starr, not one of them!

Jin gestures to Silencios freinds, who simply glare at Jin.

Jin: Look, all I'm saying is, expect to lose, because it WILL happen!

Jin grins as he rolls out the ring, leaving Silencio standing there, shocked.

Fade to the break.

(OOC: Post match credit to Jin).

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

‘Humble Beginnings' (Credit: Mo-Jo)

The scene opens and we see Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson climbing some stairs in an old, decrepid, run-down apartment block.
There are random holes in the wall all along the staircase, with some of them looking suspiciously like gunshot holes, in the background sirens can be heard along with intermittent gun shots and people screaming.
Kevin appears to have reached his destination and begins to prepare himself for broadcasting, he fixes his shirt cuffs and adjusts his hair, before taking his 'ACW' branded microphone from the cameraman and readying himself to speak.

Cameraman: "Live in....4....3...2..."
Kevin Anderson: "Kevin 'The Scoop' Anderson here, coming at you from a run-down apartment block in the middle of town. Hardly the Ritz or any other five-star hotel, but ACW fans will be surprised to hear that this very apartment block is home to two of ACW's newest superstars!"

Kevin makes his way down the landing, followed shortly afterwards by the cameraman, he reaches apartment 14 before again addressing the camera.

KA: "This craptastic apartment is home to the ACW's newest Tag Team; 'Mo-Jo'. Having just flown in from a short stay at their parents home in the UK, they have decided to bed down here in the ACW and chosen this apartment as their home for the time being.
With the Tag Team titles officially retired and ACW's Tag division all but dead and buried, it seems a strange move for ACW officials to have signed a new Tag Team addition to our roster, their actions have prompted the rumour-mill to start working in overtime; Do they have plans to revive our Tag Team Championship and rekindle our once illustrious Tag Team division!?
Is this the Tag Team that ACW officials are going to get behind and push to become the new ACW Tag Team champions!? Will 'Mo-Jo' even be able to live up to all the hype and fuss that their arrival has prompted here in the ACW? Well fans, you won't have to wait any longer to find out, because I, Kevin Anderson, the greatest journalist in Sports Entertainment, am here to find out!"

Kevin approaches the door, as he gets closer sounds begin to creep out from inside the apartment. A loud, overbearing snoring sound is heard intermittently, during the lulls of the snore, a TV can be heard quietly in the background, Kevin knocks on the door, rapping his knuckles thrice in quick succession.

Voice: "Shit....the cops....Uhm....one second, I'm not decent!"

A few seconds of uneasy silence pass before the door is opened, the camerman pans up towards the top of the door frame to greet this behemoth of a superstar's face, only to subsequently find out that once the door is opened, the 'behemoth' is 2 feet shorter than he had anticipated.

KA: "You must be 'Little Jo' Jo Kincain, I'm Ke-"
Man: "Oh...my...God! I know who you are!! I've seen you on TV, I've got your DVDs...you're a fricking celebrity, man! Oh man...my friends are never gonna believe this...can I get your autograph!?"
KA: "Well...I...uh...huh?"
Man: "Great! Listen, wait right there, I'll get one of your DVDs, you can sign that for me!"

The man goes back inside the apartment hastily slamming the door behind him, leaving a bewildered KA standing, flabbergasted, staring at a closed door, KA turns to the cameraman, whilst sounds of the man rummaging around in his apartment can be heard through the closed door, KA covers the microphone with one hand before speaking to the cameraman.

KA: "You sure this is the right place? This chump can't be-"

The man bursts back through the apartment door, sporting a DVD entitled: "Kevin 'The Scoop' Anderson - Exclusive!"

Man: "Here! I watched this thing like a hundred times! Please sign it for me!?"
KA: "Eh...but I...uh...I don't have a pen..."
Man: "Oh shoot...of course...okay, wait here!"
KA: "No...but.."

The man rushes back inside his apartment, hastily slamming the door behind him again, leaving a bewildered KA practically lost for words. More crashing around ensues for a few seconds before the man re-emerges once more, this time triumphantly wielding his DVD in one hand and a marker pen in the other.
The man thrusts both of them into KA's hands, KA, still completely bewildered, obliges him and signs the front of the DVD before handing it back to him.

KA: "There ya go"
Man: "Woo-hoo!"

The man turns the DVD case around and reads the message KA has scribed on it.

Man: "To my number one fan....oh damn, that's so cool!...Jo Kin- DUDE! I'm Mo! You ruined it now man, you frickin' ruined it!"
KA: "But..I assumed..I mean, 'Little Jo' Jo Kincain, and you're like...little..."
Mo: "Geez...you ruined it...still, it'll sell on e-bay probably, hey listen I got a poster you can sign! wait right-"
KA: "No! No, I can't...I'm here to speak to you and your brother about you two coming to the ACW"
Mo: "Ooooh! Well, why didn't you say so already!? Geez, we wasted so much time! Well, never mind that, what do you wanna know Kev? You don't mind if I call you Kev, right!?"
KA: "Kev...uh, whatever, Well, ACW fans have been asking, who exactly are you, and why exactly have you decided to come to the ACW?"
Mo: "Good Questions! Well, I'm Mo Kincain, one half of the greatest ever Tag Team in Sports Entertainment history; 'Mo-Jo'! Well, I say half, but it's more of a 60-40...no 70-30 split! I do all the hard work, kick all the ass and get all the girls... Jo kinda just stands around, looking good behind me!"
KA: "And what brought you the ACW?"
Mo: "Are you kidding!? We signed a MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR contract, imagine how many girls we'll get being on an International TV show and having MILLIONS OF DOLLARS to spend!"
KA: "Uh...according to my notes, you guys are on a $400 a week salary"
Mo: "That's what I said! We've been offered a MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR contract......once we successfully complete our trial period!"
KA: "That's not what you said..."
Mo: "SO anyway, we'll amaze the ACW fans, pass our trial period with flying colours and then sign our MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR contract, just like I said! Then I'll probably buy a house, made out of solid gold! And all the pretty ladies can come visit any time!"

Mo brushes past KA and gets in front of the camera, grinning from ear-to-ear before cutting a pose, flexing his biceps and posing seductively for the camera, a miffed KA barges Mo out of the way, knocking him into his apartment door where he connects with a clattering thud. KA then addresses the camera once more.

KA: "There you have it fans, a small, brief glimpse into the mind of half of the ACW's newest tag team; 'Mo-Jo'. Is this the start of the rebirth of the Tag Team division? Have we just seen the future Tag Team champions? I'm Kevin Anderson, stay tuned and let’s find out!"

Mo can be seen grinning and continuing to pose in the background whilst Kevin signs off, the feed drops out just as Mo begins to mouth out his phone number.

[End]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

A Path Paved With Gold
Alex Richmond

As we return from a commercial break the camera fades in to reveal ACW’s resident interviewer, Charlotte King, looking straight back at us. To her right is Alex Richmond. He is wearing an old school black robe, which is covered in seemingly random dark blue details.

Charlotte: Tonight we will be seeing you in action for the very first time when you take on “The Silent Assassin” Jin. Have you got any thoughts about your opponent going into this?

A smirk fixes itself onto Richmond’s features and he pauses for a second before answering.

Richmond: I’ll get to that in a minute Charlotte but first I just want to say...

...It’s about DAMN TIME! ...

...Management have finally given me the chance I so thoroughly deserve – the chance to prove to every single one of you tuning in to see me each and every week that I am as good as I say I am!

Richmond stops for a second but holds the mic to prevent Charlotte interrupting him.

Because, and this part is vital Charlotte, ...I AM!

At that point Richmond smiles at the camera and returns the microphone to Charlotte.

Charlotte: It’s going to be very interesting seeing you in action for the first time, but I don’t think you can take Jin too lightly. As I’m sure you’re aware – he’s no slouch in the ring.

Richmond: Don’t worry Charlotte – I’m not some kind of unprepared amateur. I know exactly what Jin is capable of and, while impressive, he’s just not on MY LEVEL! The fact of the matter is I’m going to chew him up and spit him right back out again! Then I will use his prone figure as the first stepping stone on the road to glory, a road PAVED IN GOLD! Tonight you will see the perfect show of my absolute intention to rise to the top of this company – I am the cream of the crop and you will soon see why!

Now, unless you have any further questions Charlotte, it’s match time and I have to go show “The Silent Assassin” that Money Talks!!

Richmond simply walks off when he has finished speaking leaving Charlotte stood facing the camera on her own and the simple case of signing off to end the segment.

Fade to Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Little Creatures (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)

There’s a fine line in wrestling, and, if you’re a Flamingo, it was crossed last week. If you’re Flamingo, you also know that line can be erased and moved back a few feet so you don’t “cross” it, but that was only the case if you did it instead of someone else. Adrian prided himself on his strategizing but sometimes variable do not behave in the way that you hypothesize and things can go wrong. That was the case of last week when BK London behaved in a way that not even the greatest war generals could predict and Adrian experienced his most violent backfiring to date.

It was Kevin “the Scoop” Anderson’s assignment to find out what was going on. ACW Management hadn’t been able to get in touch with anyone from the hospital or the Flamingo camp outside of a five second conversation with Mickey. It wasn’t exactly a conversation, however, because Mickey simply stated it was a “need to know” basis and “frankly” ACW Management didn’t need to know. So, now it was time for Kevin to do what he did best, get the scoop.

As the cameras opened, Kevin “the Scoop” Anderson was standing out in the parking lot of the ACW arena with a microphone in hand. Anderson looked around anxiously as the bitter cold began to numb his bones and turn his fingers and lips blue. As his chapped lips began to pound away like a machinegun and steam rolled out of his mouth like a dragon, a black pick-up truck screeched into the parking lot and recklessly parked diagonally. Within seconds, a very agitated Mickey Flamingo leapt out of his truck in a much more casual attire from what we’re used to. Instead of the glittery robe, the white boots, and tights that ACW fans had grown accustomed to seeing, Mickey wore black cowboy boots, jeans, and a black leather jacket. As Mickey stormed by, Scoop jumped in front of him to get his attention.

Anderson: Mickey, ACW fans and Management alike want to know, what is the status of Adrian Flamingo? Will he still be able to compete at Ragnarok?

Mickey glared at Anderson with a look in his eye that could melt steel. Anderson took that as the obvious clue to shut his mouth, as Mickey stepped beside him and placed a dry, rough hand on the back of his neck and brought him in close. Mickey wasn’t his usual hootin’ and hollerin’ self, he was a bit more rugged tonight, a bit intense if you will.

Mickey: What the hell is the matter with yew, boy? Do yew not have a bone of common courtesy in that pathetic, limp sack of flesh yew call a body? My nephew is struggling to walk right now, and yew wanna know if he can wrestle?

Anderson: I’m… I’m sorry, Mickey. I’m just trying to do my job…

Mickey: Jest tryin’ to do yer job! Well lemme inform yew about something, my nephew was jest trying to do HIS job last week in a match that yer bosses set up and look where he’s at now! He’s in a hospital bed… in an out of consciousness… eatin’ food out of a straw… and yet the AC-dubya wrasslin’ fans cheer on that low-life BK Londun. Yeah, Addie has done a lot of bad things, but we’re jest human… but what BK Londun pulled was completely and utterly unprofessional.

Mickey let go of Anderson’s neck and stormed off.

Anderson: But Mickey, how is this any different to what Adrian did to BK back at Heatwave?

Mickey quickly turned and clocked Anderson in the mouth, sending the interviewer tumbling to the ground. Anderson cupped his hands over his mouth and slowly stood up on his knees. Mickey’s entire face turned red as he looked and pointed down at Anderson.

Mickey: Don’t yew dare compare my nephew to that scum, BK Londun! DON’T YEW DARE! Scoop, I’ll probably regret doin’ that, but yew left me no choice, pal. If thar is one thing I can get yew to unnerstand underneath that thick skull of yer’s is that my Addie and yer “main man” are NOTHIN’ alike! Now git outta my sight, yew worm.

Mickey kicked Anderson in the rubs, rolling over the interviewer as he stepped over him and headed for the ACW Arena entrance. Kevin slowly sat up and checked his nose and mouth for blood as the scene faded.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Daisymeadow part 1 (Credit: TK)

TAGRUATO CORP.

January 12th, 2008

[11:00 A.M. High above the streets of Toyko.]

Chairman Ganu: We are proud to announce that sales of our energy drink Thundergy have not only surpassed our initial predictions, but have completely shattered what we ever could have imagined.

[The chairman clicks a button on a remote that resides in his right hand. Behind him a bar graph from a projector now displays on the wall, one that backs up his claim.]

Chairman Ganu: Gentlemen, we can barely keep up with production as the demand for Thundergy continues to increase ten fold. The general public seems to be absolutely hooked on this drink and for that I think our research and development team should get a big round of applause.

[The entire boardroom, including Thunderkiss, rises and cheers for the R&D team who resides at the end of the table. Though they look a bit uneasy at all the attention, deep down this response makes them proud and provides them with honor.]

Chairman Ganu: But now we face a another challenge in itself. We cannot allow this product to sink into mediocrity. Our consumers always demand new and exciting products! Though we remain on top of the energy drink market, to remain on top we must keep it fresh!

[The head of Research and Development, Kenji Suzuki, has been waiting for this cue. Upon hearing it, all eyes now fall upon him as he rises from his chair and bows to Ganu.]

Kenji Suzuki: And we believe we can come up with the perfect solution to that problem Chairman Ganu. We have developed a new flavor of Thundergy. We call it, “Rising Sun.”

[Suzuki turns to the rest of his team and they provide him with a tray filled with small cups filled with the new beverage, enough for the entire room.]

Kenji Suzuki: Our marketing team has tested this new flavor numerous occasions, each time bearing successful results. However as we all know, there is only one man’s opinion that matters in regards to this drink’s future. That being said - Thunderkiss...

[With a bow, Suzuki turns to Thunderkiss and lowers to the tray to him.]

Kenji Suzuki: ...we await your response.

[Eager to try, TK takes a cup of the new flavor and toasts the room before downing its contents.]

Thunderkiss: To Chairman Ganu! To Tagruato!

[All is silent as Thunderkiss drinks. When finished, he remains absolutely still for a few seconds before nodding his head in approval!]

Thunderkiss: Oh yeah brothers! That hits the SPOT!



Chairman Ganu: You never fail to deliver to deliver, Mr. Suzuki. With the release of this new flavor and the introduction of SLUSHO to the American market, Tagruato will go beyond anything my dear mother could have imagined!

[With great reluctance, this joyous moment of Ganu’s is interrupted.]

William Wilcox: Chairman Ganu, pardon my rudeness but our busy schedule demands that we return to America right away. I want to let you know that as always it was a pleasure working with you and your fine company. Our accommodations were top notch and I can only hope our appreciation is viewed as such!

Chairman Ganu: It indeed is Mr. Wilcox and likewise. Thunderkiss, may your successes continue!

Thunderkiss: May BOTH our successes continue!

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Jin vs Maximillion Richmond (Credit: TK)

..::ACW::.. ALEX RICHMOND VS. THE “SILENT ASSASSIN” JIN ..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 30 Minutes
Referee: Carter Donovan

-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by SLUSHO! You can’t just drink six! – Slusho makes my stomach happy! *-

Alex Richmond
Age: 25
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 263 lbs.
Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

“The Silent Assassin” Jin
Age: 29
Height: 6'2
Weight: 213 lbs.
Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

”Money Talks” by AC/DC hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowds boos become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans.

Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smirking and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then orders the ref to remove his robe as he rolls his shoulders to warm himself up.

The opening beats of “Empire” by Kasabian blasts out as 'The Silent Assassin' Jin makes his way to the ring. Jin roles in, spits gold mist up, and poses.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Richmond and Jin go to lock up, but Richmond pulls back and gives Jin an arrogant slap across his face. Needless to say this angers Jin to the point where he tackles Richmond to the ground. For a few minutes both men wrestle around on the canvas throwing punches at one another until Jin gets the advantage! Being the quicker of the two men he is able to leap up onto his feet and catch a rising Richmond square in the head with a spinkick! Falling over on his side, Richmond staggers to get vertical but a shining wizard by Jin complicates matters! Sensing an early Jin goes for the cover by one gets two! Fans of Richmond are watching on stunned as he has shown virtually no offense thus far in this his debut match! Luckily for them that statement will no longer be true as Jin pulls Richmond to his feet. Once in that position, Richmond clutches onto Jin and lifts him straight up and down with a spinebuster!

MATCH MIDPOINT: The middle part of this match provides us with a great back and forth battle that has Richmond coming out on top. Tossing Jin into the ropes, he catches him on the way back with a great hip toss! Deciding he would like seconds, Richmond does the same again as he side steps a charge by Jin! Jin pops right back up and grapples with Richmond near one of the ring’s corners. Using his strength to push him back all the way to the turnbuckles, Richmond drops his shoulder and begins to drive it into the midsection of Jin! Blow after blow, Jin begins to have the wind knocked out of him. Stopping after five, Richmond backs up to witness Jin stumbling out of the corner and landing face first onto the mat! It is at this moment that Richmond decides to go for BREAKING THE BANK! Grabbing Jin’s leg, he prepares to slap it on but Jin has other plans! Countering by rolling onto his back, Jin takes his free leg and kicks Richmond right off of him with so much force he goes flying into the top ringpost! As he falls back, Jin rolls him up from behind with a school boy but only gets a two!

MATCH ENDING: Richmond has dominated the final stages of this match by overpowering Jin with vicious strikes. Down on his back, Jin tries to roll out of the way of a series of elbow drops by Richmond but fails to do so. As a result, he is seriously knocked for a look as Richmond lands 5 of them in perfect succession! Pulling Jin up by his hair, he hooks his leg and prepares to lift him up into the air for the BOTTOM DOLLAR! However, In the process of turning off Jin’s lights, a disturbance comes from the crowd. Running down the isle is none other than Demon Inc. members Punished Fox and Ken Dante!

Maxwell McNally: Uninvited guests as 12 O’clock high Eddie!

Fox leaps up onto the apron right in front of Donovan to obviously distract him and it works! As Donovan turns his attention to PF, Richmond drops Jin back down to the mat in frustration. Obviously sensing a trap, Richmond quickly turns around to avoid it to no avail. The only thing he sees before his lights are turned out is a steel chair flying directly into his face, a chair swung by KEN DANTE! Dropping like an electrocuted bug, Richmond pays the ultimate price for this attack as Jin is placed on top of him. Leaving the scene as it was a crime, both members of Demon Inc. can only laugh as they hear the sound of Donovan slapping the mat three times.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

WARFARE WINNER: JIN!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Continuation of a Running Gag (Credit: Anna / TK)

Having narrowly escaped decapitation from the Extreme Pleasure Nurse JOYTOY, Anna Sommers proceeds to do what she does best: gossip.

Anna: And then she yells, "Don’t you know the key to a healthy pregnancy is early and frequent prenatal care?" And I'm like, whatever! She's just one of those women who hates other women, you know?

Unfortunately for Charlotte King, gossip partners in ACW are rare. The stunning backstage interview mixes Splenda in her coffee, eyes vapid.

Charlotte: Yeah, definitely. She hates women. Uh-huh.

Anna: Worse, how am I supposed to find my father now? I was so close to swabbing that UPS Guy and now he could be miles away!

Charlotte: Mmhmm.

Anna: This is life's way of punishing me for gaining ten pounds; I just know it. I'm finally experiencing what it's like to be overweight. It's like hell.

Charlotte: This is character building. Five months and you'll be in the best shape of your life.

Anna: You're right. This is character building. I know now why God hates fat people so much.

Anna turns, feeling her expanding tummy. Seeing an escape route, Charlotte purses her lips and blows, producing a high pitched ring.

Charlotte: Oh! There goes my cell phone. Ringing off the hook. I gotta run--catch you later?

Anna: But I was hoping you could help me find my father--!

Charlotte fumbles for her silent cell phone, walking quickly in the opposite direction.

Charlotte: Sorry, no time! If you wanna find someone, call a psychic or something. Bye!

Anna strokes her chin, sensing the impending arrival of a momentous idea. Before she can organize her cluttered thoughts, someone coughs behind her. She whirls around...

JOYTOY: Miss me?

JOYTOY grabs Anna around the throat and pushes her back first into a nearby wall.

JOYTOY: Pardon me miss, but the examination wasn’t over ...

Anna: Miss you? What examination? Just who the hell do you think you are?!

JOYTOY: Some one who believes that you have no business carrying his seed!

Anna: Seed? I’m not carrying any seed! Are you crazy?

Banking on her assumption that poor fashion translates to low intelligence, Anna gasps, covering her mouth and pointing at the corner behind JOYTOY.

Anna: Look! It's a diversion!

JOYTOY: What?! There's no diversion behind me...is there?

As JOYTOY turns to look, Anna scampers off, squealing all the way. With a snarl, JOYTOY follows, still trying to work out what the diversion was.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Huge gaping hole in the card (Credit: BK London)

An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind, a quote from Mahatman Gandhi. And while that may be true, at the moment - BK London was seeing things a lot better than Flamingo was right now. His fans saw the reason why he had to do what he did last Meltdown, and while some may not necessarily agree with it, they knew it had to be done for BK London's own personal sanity. "The Senator" Steve Phillips, one of the most experienced guys on the roster - a man who's eyes have seen nearly anything and everything that could happen in a wrestling business - saw the good in what BK London did.

BK London himself began to accept his own actions instead of taking it out on himself. But there's one man in the arena tonight, who is feeling the reprecussions of BK's actions last Thursday, and he's feeling it right in his wallet.

The scene opens up within Chairman Gingerdude's office, where BK London is sitting down before the Chairman. Gingerdude's eyes doesn't meet BK London's as he continues to pace back and forth throughout the office. From a close up shot, we see a vein in his head that begins to bulge, which can only mean one thing - he's pissed.

Ginger almost bursts in anger at BK, but he retracts it before he says anything.

He almost does it once more, but once again retracts it.

Finally, Gingerdude walks back over to his big, leather chair and sits down before calming himself down.

Ginger: ...now, I want you to give me an honest GOOD reason BK London, a GOOD reason to why you would send a man falling 20 feet off the top of a truck through a limosuine. Please, a good answer. For the LOVE OF GOD A GOOD ANSWER.

BK London: ...what kind of dumb question is that? You already know the answer.

Ginger: Dumb question, huh? DUMB QUESTION?!

Ginger rises out his seat quickly and slams his hands against the wooden oak desk.

Ginger: Alright, change of question. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't suspend you - without pay - for the next six months?

BK London: Listen, I didn't see you suspend Adrian Flamingo alright. You must've forgotten his attack on me. You must've forgot how he took ME out for comission for FOUR LONG months. And most importantly, you must've forgot the sharp decline in ratings and buy rates for the pay per views EACH of those months that I was gone. As far as I am concerned, Adrian got what was coming to him.

Ginger moves from behind his desk and starts pacing around BK London.

Ginger: Alright! Alright! I'll give you that. But let me ask you another question, WHAT am I supposed to do about one of the most hyped up matches in the past four months now that it has been completely scrapped from the Ragnarok card? We promised BK London vs Adrian Flamingo, now we can't deliver. What am I supposed to do about that?

BK London: I'll tell you what you can do about that alright. You can simply find me, another match.

Ginger: Oh who am I supposed to find on such short notice?

BK London: Well, I've recently been watching The Libertines strutting around here, acting like he is some sort of big shot, why don't you give me a rematch against him?

You can hear the cheers through the walls of the Chairman's office, the fans are liking the thought of that match, the thought of BK London taking The Libertines down a notch - BAM.

Ginger: BK London vs. The Libertines huh? Guess what? - NOT HAPPENING!

Boos for the furious Chairman.

Ginger: I've got plan for The Libertines at Ragnarok, ok? But as far as you go, I think I can set up the perfect match for you.

BK London: The perfect match for me, huh?

Ginger: The perfect match.

BK London: Well guess what? I have a better match.

Ginger: Oh really? And what would that be?

BK London: Well, I'm not going to tell you this in here. I'm going to go out to the FANS, and tell them personally about the match idea that I have. A match idea that could rock the foundations of ACW.

Ginger: It better be good London.

BK London: Oh it will be.

Fade Out.