Monday Night Warfare 11th February 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Monday Night Warfare 11th February 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Cesare vs. Wolf

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Mo-Jo vs. Red & Partner

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Wade Russler vs. Jin

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Jonny Hughes vs. Jay Zero

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Jason Freeman vs. Andrew Starr

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Jake Cheng vs. Alicia Laureano

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: “Will the Real Number One Contender Please Stand Up?” Credit: BK London, Jake Cheng & T-Kiss

[As the show opens up, the blaring sounds of Iced Earth’s “God of Thunder” usher in another episode of ACW Monday Night Warfare.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well move over Pete Rose & The New England Patriots ...

Maxwell McNally: And make room for Thunderkiss!

[While the announce team continues to chuckle at the events of this past Thursday, Thunderkiss looks anything BUT amused. His main concern is to address the masses, and no one, including the fans, is going to stop him from commandeering a microphone and a camera so he can accomplish this. Now in possession of both, this theme music cuts off and the public relations side of TK kicks in.]

Mr. 500%: I’m out here tonight to clear the air of some very serious accusations against me. To be fair against those who accuse me of cheating, the events they saw transpire at the end of Meltdown would certainly lead one to believe that I cheated to win the number one contendership. But just any well done work of fiction, what you actually saw was nothing more than an illusion of the truth! The propaganda that Mr. London is SPEWING is nothing more than a last ditch effort on his behalf to make himself RELEVANT in the world of professional wrestling. Knowing his fan base is diminishing along with his skill, Mr. London has lowered himself to cheap parlor tactics to make it appear that Kevin Anderson and I somehow rigged the voting process you fine fans took part of. MY FRIENDS, THAT IS 500% SLANDER!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Are you buying this?

Maxwell McNally: I’m buying it as much as I believe you actually have a degree in broadcasting, Edison.

Mr. 500%: To those who do not believe me, I ask you this: did you not see the vicious beating that London inflicted on an interviewer of all people? Mr. Anderson was tortured at BK’s hands until he was forced into saying whatever was necessary to survive! For this reason I can lay no blame on Kevin Anderson and in fact I have pledged to pay all his medical expenses!

Maxwell McNally: Oh what a humanitarian...

Mr. 500%: And to put to rest any rumors that I am making all this up, perhaps everyone should hear it direct from the man himself. Kevin, would you please join me in the ring?

[Thunderkiss walks towards the ropes and props himself on top of them as he watches Kevin Anderson make his way out into the Alpha Zone. However, instead of seeing Kevin trounce down the ramp way like we normally do, we are instead greeted with an image of a torn and tattered man who can only move via wheelchair. As he nears the ring, Thunderkiss leaps out and lifts him out of his wheelchair and carries him into the ring. Fetching his wheelchair next, TK does all that is humanly possible to make the “injured” Kevin Anderson as comfortable as possible.]

Mr. 500%: Kevin, I know this must be incredibly trying for you right now.

Kevin Anderson: I-It is Kiss. I am here tonight against my doctor’s orders so that I can do the right thing.

Mr. 500%: And I want you to know everyone here appreciates that Kevin, everyone. I cannot heal your physical pain, but I can help ease your emotional distress. I am going to hold this microphone up to your lips Kevin and I want you to tell all these people here and those watching at home what exactly happened to you!

[As TK places the microphone a few inches away from Kevin’s mouth, the more vicious side of the ACW crowd kicks in...]

Crowd *chanting*: SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP! *Clap,Clap ClapClapClap* SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP! *Clap,Clap ClapClapClap*

Mr. 500%: If the ACW crowd would please silence themselves for a moment, Mr. Anderson would greatly appreciate it. The poor man has a hard time speaking as it is and you guys are making it 500% worse for him!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Ignoring the crowd, Kevin his recollection of the evens, albeit a very “distorted” of course.]

Kevin Anderson: I would like to state for the record that in no way, shape or form did I rig the ACW fan vote pertaining to the number one contendership poll. I was unjustly and cruelly tormented into telling untruths at the hands of BK London, an action that neither I or my attorney will soon be forgetting.

Mr. 500%: Good for you Kevin, good for you! After we are done here, I will give you the name of my lawyer and his number. He handles cases like this and I’m sure he’d be more than happy to see justice served in this most heinous situation. And speaking of litigation...

[In an effort to ensure the cameras zoom in on his face for a more dramatic effect, Thunderkiss turns toward the primary camera stationed in section three.]

Mr. 500%: Chairman Gingerdude, on Thursday BK London STOLE something that belonged to ME! I won the right to face Jake Cheng FAIR and SQUARE, and If you deny me my opportunity, I’ll see you in COURT!

HELLOOOOOOOOOO

HELLO BROOKLYN!

To the delight of the thousands in attendance tonight, BK London steps through the curtain and makes his way onto the stage. After scoping through the crowd for a few moments, he struts down to the ring to approach Thunderkiss and Kevin Anderson face to face.

BK London: Whoa whoa whoa, Thunderkiss! You're saying that you won the right to face Jake Cheng fair and square? You, I, that little ass sucker named Kevin, and the thousands of fans here know that BK London was ROBBED in the polls. Admit it, Kevin, ADMIT IT! You rigged the polls! You did it!

Beads of sweat begin to trickle down the forehead of Kevin Anderson who's eyes can't even bear to look at BK London. BK approaches him closer, but Thunderkiss steps between the two.

Mr. 500%: He doesn't have to answer anything he doesn't want to in the state he's in, so I suggest you back off!

BK London: Back off unless what, huh? You've seemed to have forgotten a certain superkick to the jaw that you received courtesy of moi. So unless you want a repeat of last Thursday, I suggest you take a step back.

The two look like they're about to go at it at any minute now, the tension between them is off the charts. But strangely enough, BK London steps back.

BK London: But you know what Thunderkiss? Let's put your theory to the test. You say you won that poll fair and square right?

Mr. 500%: Without a doubt!

BK London: Well, let's take this to the fans. Excuse me for a second..

BK London backs up and exits the ring, making his way ringside and approaches a small fan in front. Thunderkiss and Kevin have no idea what BK London is up to, but they don't like where this is going.

BK London: Hey kid, what's your name?

Kid: Zack!

BK London: And who did you vote to face Jake Cheng at Bloody Valentine?

Kid: BK London!

This gets a pop from the crowd, and now BK London makes his way over to the next fan a few seats down.

BK London: And what's your name?

Kid 2: My name's Melissa!

BK London: And who did you vote for?

Kid 2: BK LONDON!

Another pop from the crowd. BK London now decides to get a little more closer to the aciton as he hops over the barricade and walks through the sea of fans. He stops in front of one raucaus female fan.

BK London: And what's your name miss?

Woman: OH MY GOOOOD! MY NAME IS DEEJONAY!

BK London: Deejonay?

Woman: YES! OH MY GOODNESS! BK LONDON, I AM LIKE YO BIGGEST FAN!

BK London: And who did you vote for?

Woman: OH MY GOD! I VOTED FOR BK LONDON! THUNDERKISS SUCKS!

Another wild pop, but Deejonay gets a little too comfortable and grabs the mic.

Deejonay: AND I WANT TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO KEY LOLO AND JEWAKATIMA AND..

BK fights with the female fan to get he mic back before security grabs the woman and restrains her.

BK London: And that's enough of that! Now who else we got?

BK London continues walking throughout the crowd until he spots one of the members of the ACW Arena security team.

BK London: Yo! What's your name?

Security Member: My name? My name is..uh..Slater.

BK London: And Slater, who did you vote for?

Security Member: Well, I voted for you man.

Another pop and BK London continues walking through the crowd until he returns ringside. He then steps into the ring in front of a infuriated Thunderkiss, and smiles once more.

BK London: Unanimous. You see Thu- what's that?

BK takes one step back closer to the camera, and nods.

BK London: Thunderkiss! Fry The Camera Guy has just told me that even HE voted for BK London!

Another pop as Thunderkiss begins to stare down the camera man, who moves behind BK London for protection.

BK London: So Thunderkiss, it's unanimous. The people want BK London going to Bloody Valentine and THAT'S the reason why my name is on that contract. THAT'S the reason why BK London is GOING to Bloody Valentine to face Ja-

Speak of the devil; “Second To None” by Styles Of Beyond goes over the P.A. system and out walks the ACW World Champion, Jake Cheng in full ring gear. He stands at the top of the ramp with the title straped around his waist and a microphone in his hand.

Jake: So I was getting ready for my match tonight, when I hear that there is some discussion going on in the ring, so I thought I’d come out here and throw my two cents in. In my opinion, neither of you should become number one contenders. Cheating, TK, gets you 500% out of the running for my title. But London, I’m pretty sure four votes doesn’t make you the winner either. So what will happen is this-

”Ginger’s Theme” then comes on, along with the Chairman’s face up on the Alphatron. The Asian Extraordinaire isn’t to happy when he sees Gingerdude interrupting.

Jake: No way Ginger! The last time you had an idea, it got corrupted by these two. Let me control-

Ginger: Cheng, I am and Chairman, and what I say becomes law. And I say that I am sick of you three arguing all the time. So I have made an executive decision. At Bloody Valentine, Jake Cheng will defend the ACW World Heavyweight Championship against...Thunderkiss-

The Kiss Army scattered throughout the arena stands up and cheers while almost everyone else, especially Deejonay, boos. Ginger can’t take the heat and decides to keep talking.

Ginger: Woah, woah woah, I’m not done. As I was saying, Jake Cheng will defend the ACW World Heavyweight Championship against...Thunderkiss.....AND BK London!

Now the only person in the arena who is unhappy is Jake Cheng. He almost drops his title in shock, but he regains his composure as Ginger’s image fades from the Alphatron.

Jake: See you two at Bloody Valentine. And boy, will it be bloody.

The Quadrinity walks off stage, leaving the co-number one contenders for the Heavyweight Title alone together in the ring. They stare at each other with unwavering intensity, having only one thing on their minds: “What the hell did Jake mean?”

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Last Laugh (Credit: Lucrezia)

Hand in hand, the Damiano siblings strut down a backstage corridor, cameramen following excitedly behind, eager to catch the bizarre pair in another crazed situation. Cesare relinquishes his hold on his sister's hand to fill a paper cup with coffee. Lucrezia purrs, pawing at invisible pixies in the air. Unsure of what to make of this cat-like pantomime, the camera crew focus on Cesare, his smirk rich with guile. The younger Damiano gazes out a window with a most curious expression etched on his face, almost of longing, but for what?

Lucrezia: Look at all the lollies!

Cesare: Yes, lollies. You ate fifty after destroying those clowns last Thursday.

She dances with outstretched arms, revolving on the spot like some wind-up toy. Her eyes follow the 'lollies,' now scattering about on the ceiling above. Too absorbed in the dancing lights painting pretty pictures in her head, Lucrezia fails to notice stage crew rolling a heavy AV set down the hall. The crew's vision obstructed by the largeness of the machinery, they can't issue a warning in time, and Lucrezia feels the full brunt of the set ram into her. Cesare rushes to his sister's aid. Despite the colossal blow, Lucrezia hops to her feet, barely phased by the collision. She meets the stage crew with a deadly, gripping stare, sharpened red nails twitching beside her dress.

Lucrezia: It should be difficult to get your eyes off my fingers.

Cesare: Lu, dear? Perhaps a quick warm up is in order before your match. I am sure these fine americani would appreciate a demonstration of your brilliant talents.

Lucrezia: Yeah. Such pretty skin, stuck in my teeth soon to be.

Voice: I think not.

Lucrezia and Cesare whirl around. The crew takes advantage of this divine distraction and scampers off. The camera pans over to the mysterious newcomer: it's Fallout's Wolf of course, muscles rippling with threatening power. Lucrezia hisses, claws and teeth bared and ready to strike. Cesare touches her elbow, a gentle but firm gesture that quiets the infuriated woman. Wolf notices this and smirks.

Wolf: Good idea, Cesare. It's not her turn tonight, after all.

Cesare narrows his eyes, glowering up at the mighty warrior.

Cesare: Meaning?

Lucrezia's eyes bulge. She whimpers, clutching her tummy, hopping on one foot. Cesare turns to his sister, trying to restrain her.

Cesare: Lu? What is it? What's wrong?

Lucrezia: Mummy told us grandpa was for dinner, but we got grandma instead!

Comprehension dawns. Cesare, with minimal trepidation, turns to Wolf, almost bristling with fury.

Cesare: You switched us.

Wolf: Yep. Your crazy sister is right. I went to Chairman Gingerdude, who decided to take disciplinary action for this--

He indicates his hand, bandaged after Cesare slammed it in a door last Meltdown.

Wolf: --and book you, not your sister, in a match against me, for tonight's Warfare. Fun, eh?

The crowd cheers, anxious to see Cesare get his just comeuppance. Quite pale, the usually smug Italian is at a complete loss for words. He turns to his sister, who shrugs, considering it a treat to be brutally savaged. Wolf turns to leave, but abruptly stops to face the duo once more.

Wolf: Shoot, almost forgot! He's banning Lucrezia from ringside tonight. Seems to think she's not 'trustworthy.' Well, see ya in the ring!

With another smug grin, he smacks Cesare's shoulder playfully and ambles off to roaring cheers. Lucrezia, still lost in a field of lollies, is oblivious to her brother's despair. Cesare runs a delicate hand through his raven hair. He knew the odds of winning this match were astronomical. Sometimes, it sucked being a genius.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Tag team announcement (credit: Red)

The camera fades into Chairman Gingerdude’s office. The door opens and Mr. and Mrs. Red walk into the office. The chairman looks up from a small pile of paperwork on his desk.

Gingerdude: Well greetings, young couple. How can I help you out today?

Mr. Red: I need to know what we are going to do about this Gabriel situation.

Gingerdude: It is your problem, Red. Not mine. You three need to handle your business.

Mr. Red: Dammit, Gingerdude. You hired the man, now fire his ass.

Chairman Gingerdude leans in to Mr. Red.

Gingerdude: Handle YOUR business. Now, on to tonight. I booked you into a tag team match against Mo-Jo.

Red: Hell no. I don’t do tag matches. You better change that on the card.

Gingerdude: Too late for that. The match is booked and you need to get ready for it.

Red: I don’t even have a partner. That is why I don’t do tag matches. I don’t work well with others. If you say that Mrs. Red, here, is my tag partner I will beat your ass right here in your office. It’s not fair to her.

Ginger: The decision is final. And no, Mrs. Red is not your tag partner. I know that you don’t “roll” with any people in particular so I took the liberty of naming you a partner. You know this man very well.

Red: Who? Rawt? Tornado?

Ginger: You know this man better than those two. In fact, you are accused of killing his dad.

Mrs. Red’s eyes widen in fear as Mr. Red’s fist clench together.

Red: Fuck you, Gingerdude. You can kiss my ass if you think I am doing this. There is no chance in hell you will see me tagging with that son of a bitch. Find me a new partner.

Mrs. Red: You can’t do this to us. This man is trying to kill me.

Gingerdude: Thank your man for that. Now as I said, my decisions are final. Now go get ready for your match or I will call security to escort you out of my office.

Mrs. Red grabs her man by the arm and walks him toward the door while he is still screaming obscenities to the chairman.

FADE OUT.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Who asked you?! (Credit: FSX)

Life is something that many find predictable, and something that many will fall into a consistent pattern with. Why is it such things happen we may never know, but often things will explode from the mold. Odd things are bound to occur when they do. Whether it be an offer you never honestly expected yourself to receive, or a title bestowed upon yourself you never thought yourself capable of, these awards and situations put a renewed vigor and spirit behind the recipient. It can lead to an amazing burst of confidence and ability, and even drive those near the abyss back to the flourishing grasses of success. It truly is mystifying how such unexpected and unpredictable occurrences will lead to such a happiness, though perhaps it's due to a deep belief that these occurrences take place. Perhaps, within us all, there is a hope and belief for such a saving grace..and all we have to do is work and wait for the moment.

Luckily for FSX, it came without much a wait. In fact, after a month and a half back in ACW, and with no expectations of him with this return...likely due to the fact nothing became of him with his last few tenures, he suddenly shocked the world. Again. By winning the International Title when a successful defense seemed all but certain. What does this mean for the future of Fallen Souls? Do brighter things await him as he gets a second chance to do all he dreamed with the title that haunts his past? Will he finally achieve the status of Main Eventer, without having to put together an incredibly complicated match to achieve such heights? Is this all thanks to Thunderkiss? Who knows, but the fact is that only one thing can happen now. One thing to signify that Fallen has won the title, and he will keep it for as long as possible. What's that? Why, a party of course! What did you expect!

FSX: Everybody! Dance!!! NOW!

As Fallen danced and grooved his way through the backstage area, clearly just a bit tipsy, he waved around the title that he won a few days earlier and laughed to himself. Many in the back made it their business to keep a distance from FSX, but those that simply couldn't escape his reach found them in his drunken embrace, as he rubbed the International Title in their face. How awkward.

FSX: CEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES!...Come on! Gotta get up and Cel-e-brate!

Many ran in terror as they were made the target of Fallen's drunken demands, the Korean man racing in the direction of many individuals as he attempted to force them to dance, failing miserably as they push him away. FSX seems to be growing quite irritated by everyones reaction to his presence as he hugs onto his title.

FSX: What's wrong with you people!? This is a time for celebration, and your all acting like you have something better to do!

Cameraman: Well, everyone is trying to run the show and make sure everything goes smoothly.

FSX: Who asked you, floating camera?! Forget these people! Let's go and celebrate with my real friends, those that have a neutral alliance with me! Yeah!

Cameraman: ...Alrighty...

What other choice did the poor 'floating camera' have, after all? It was his job to follow people around and film them! Though I'm sure at times like these he wished he kept his job at the news, or kept doing porn. Everyone knows those are the only two companies ACW steals their workers from! Anyway, it seems there both making their ways to the Senatorial Locker Room! I wonder what crazy stuff is going on in their tonight? Is Hunter doing shots alone? Is Senator ordering someone killed? Is Freeman doing laundry? Well he better be, someone has too! It seems we'll be finding out regardless, as Fallen kicks open the door and rushes into the room waving around his arms. Luckily, he isn't acting like a bird. Strange...the room seems to be pitch black.

FSX: CAW!!! CAWW!!!....Hey, where is everyone? Helloo? Anybody here? Someone having sex with a hooker? Shame on you, person having sex with a hooker! You could be out here celebrating with me! I'd of got you a good hooker, not some cheap hooker!

??: There is no one having sex with a hooker in the vicinity, Xavier. It's just me here.

FSX: Oh...damn. Well, who is me anonymous voice?

Voice: Oh, just a friend. The lights went out so I figured I'd sit around and wait for them to come back on. Shouldn't be very long now..

FSX: Fair enough! Wanna party, friend of mine? I've got liquor! Well...not on me. But Hunter hides a bottle of tequila in the couch, so it's cool!

Voice: ...Your a disgrace.

FSX: What? Why? Because it's couch-tequila?

Voice: Your prancing around like an idiot and waving around that title, where you've only held it for four days so far. Your lucky to of even beaten that Jon Taylor fellow.

There's a moment of silence here, as Fallen thinks about what the guy said. He did have a point, after all...

FSX: Yeah...so..whatever! I'm happy! I finally get another chance at being a champion! Isn't it great?

Voice: No, it isn't.

FSX: ...Yeah, it is! Shut up!

Voice: The last time you held that title it was for a pathetic sixteen days. Pitiful. Why is it you think this time is any different?

FSX: Well...I mean, why not? Wyvern isn't even around this time! I'm good!....Aren't I?

Voice: Just because it was Wyvern who beat you doesn't mean he's the only one that could of. Anyone could of.

FSX: Shut up! It doesn't matter what happened in the past, anyway! I got it again. End of story.

Pacing is heard back and forth now, as the words of this man seem to be getting to Fallen. After all, why celebrate so soon? What if history repeats itself? Really, that's a good question to ask! In fact..

Voice: What if history repeats itself? What if you lose the title in sixteen days again? After all, Bloody Valentine takes place twelve days from now...

FSX: It won't! I won't let it! I mean, I'm going to do everything I can to keep it! It's mine!

Voice: Really? Well let me fill you in on a little secret.

FSX: What's that? That your ugly? I bet you are, sitting in the dark like this!

Voice: Rude. But the secret is simple, if you really thought that you had nothing to worry about, and that things are going to be different, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

FSX: What's that supposed to mean? I don't get it..

Voice: You wouldn't. I'm sure we'll talk again soon agai--

With that, the lights in the room suddenly flashed on as the camera panned to see Anthony Kalb make his way into the locker room, walking to a table to look through some papers as he minds his own business. Fallen looks over to Kalb a bit startled, before having another good look around for the location of the individual he was talking to a moment earlier, spotting no one.

FSX: Hey, Kalb...Where'd that guy I was just talking to go?

Kalb: Who? You were standing alone in the dark. Drunk.

FSX: Wha? No I wasn't! I was talking to some prick! He had this weird accent, and he kept telling me I was going to lose my title. He's probably ugly too!

Kalb: Maybe you were talking to yourself.

FSX: You calling me ugly?!

Kalb: Yeah, but also you were in here alone. No one left when I came in. Only makes sense you were talking to yourself.

FSX: ....Oh....fuck.

Fuck indeed. The last thing that Fallen needs right now is to become some sort of psychotic who talks to himself! Could this really be the case? Is FSX going crazy? Now isn't the time! He's got a shiney title to think about! But there really isn't any other explanation..

FSX: Well...do you wanna at least party with me, Kalb?

Kalb: No. I'm busy.

FSX: Double fuck....

As Fallen slumps back onto the couch, and reaches into the cushion in search of some tequila, one must wonder what will become of his sanity, and his title....Maybe if he just sobers up everything will be ok. Maybe this is all just a temporary situation. Only time will tell.....but one thing is for sure. Shadow Farm sure is interesting!


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Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: No clause, no match
Credit: Jon Taylor

In one of the more shocking events of the past month in the land of ACW, "The Ultimate Competitor" Jon Taylor was defeated for his ACW International Championship by Fallen Souls. Despite dominating Fallen for near the full match it was a counter to a move from Taylor that led to Fallen capturing the championship. However, unlike fellow champions who fell apart after losing their championships (take Hunter, for example) Taylor was not one to feel sorry for himself, he was not the type of person who would sit on their ass all day getting pissed or crying their eyes out because they didn't have the balls to get their title back. No, Taylor was the type of person who would do anything and everything in his power to regain the title which he felt had been stolen from him.

Chairman Gingerdude can be seen in his office, he is looking through a few papers, though it wasn't clear what they were about. He appears to be in a fairly good mood, though it is hard to tell with Ginger. His office looks to be in the same state as usual, neat and tidy. There is a knock at his office door, Ginger looks up to see who it is.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

...Who is it?

There is a pause before the person answers.

Rob Dennis | ACW Staff

Sir, there are two people who are waiting outside who would like to speak with you.

Ginger sighs.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Well, tell them to come in then.

Dennis pauses, he appears to be hesistant.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

What are you waiting for? I don't have all day!

It appears Ginger's mood has changed, for the worse. The sound of moving feet indicates Dennis moving out of the door way, the door suddenly slams open and smashes against the wall making the whole room vibrate. Standing in the door way are the now former ACW International Champion Jon Taylor and his trainer Bill Wright.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Always so we gracious in our entrances, aren't we Mr. Taylor?

As you could imagine after losing his title, Taylor isn't in the best of moods. His expression indicates he is in no mood for messing around. Bill actually looks partly afraid of what Taylor will do.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm, Ginger.

Ginger smiles

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

That's understandable after losing your championship to Fallen Souls this past Thursday.

This only helps to infuriate Taylor who looks like he is about blow.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

Lose? I didn't lose shit. That little shit countered my move into an illegal manoeuvre, if that referee wasn't as blind as Thunderkiss is in his fake eye I would of won by disqualification.

Once again Ginger smiles, though Taylor appears to be equally certain about his statement.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

All jokes aside, what do you want?

Taylor pauses before replying, he looks surprised

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

You know what I want.

Ginger looks to be slightly confused.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Im sorry, but I don't follow.

Taylor appears to be growing angrier and has lost all of the small amount of patience he had left.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

I WANT MY GODDAMN TITLE BACK!

Ginger doesn't take kindly to being barked at.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

I'd appreciate it if you showed some respect. Besides, shouting as loud as you can at people isn't going to get you what you want, Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

It isn't?

Taylor pauses.

Well tell me what will, because as soon as I get my hands on that little shit im not only going to take my belt back but im going kick his ass back to china or whatever far eastern country he's from!

Once again Ginger smiles.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

It's South Korea, I believe.

The anger within Taylor once again builds up.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

I DONT CARE!

Both men's patience appears to have disappeared, and Ginger doesn't look too pleased to have Taylor barking at him once again.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Fine, calm down. There should be a clause in your contract saying that in the event you hold a championship you will automatically receive a match at your time of choosing.

Taylor seems to have calmed down slightly. Bill is still standing in the background, trying to keep out of it.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

Good, I want my rematch tonight!

Ginger seems to becoming annoyed at Taylor's impatience.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Well, if you stop with your demands and let me find your contract, I'll sign the match off.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

Fine.

Taylor seems to have calmed down temporarily; enough to keep his mouth shut it seems anyway. Ginger stands up, he heads over to the corner of the room which has a cabinet. After looking through it for a few moments, he pulls out what he was looking for; Taylor's contract. Ginger returns to his seat, after looking at the contract his expression changes; he looks confused and shocked.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

What's wrong?!

Ginger doesn't reply immediately, he is still examining the contract.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

...the part of the contract where your rematch clause should be has been torn off.

Room falls silent, Taylor doesn't appear to know what to say.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

What do you mean, torn off!

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

It appears as if someone has torn it off of the contract purposely.

Taylor looks to be incensed, Bill's expression show this isn't going to end well.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

So? You and I both know that my contract included a rematch clause.

Ginger appears unsure about how to answer.

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

...well from a legal point you don't have a rematch clause.

Taylor steps forward towards Ginger, Ginger moves back slightly and doesn't seem comfortable with having Taylor too close to him.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

That's bullshit!

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Im sorry Jon but there's nothing I can do. Without a rematch clause I can't grant you a rematch, there were other people waiting for their chance before you.

Taylor puts his hands on Ginger's desk, this makes Ginger jump up.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

You mean to say that after dominating all of my challengers and opponents im being denied a rematch for my title, which I lost because the referee was as blind as a bat?

Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman

Im sorry, but my hands are tied. The only way you can get your rematch is by working your way back up the ladder or if Fallen Souls requests it.

Something inside Taylor's head clicks.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor

Oh, he's going to request alright...because if he doesn't, he isn't going to be the only one who is going to be following in the footsteps of Silencio.

A grin appears on Taylor's face, whatever it is Taylor has on his mind it doesn't look like it is going to end well. Taylor turns away from Ginger, and heads towards the door and simply leaves the room. Bill follows him, though he seems to be a bit uneasy about Taylor's statement, and Ginger himself looks to be confused.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Fashion Victim (Credit: AK)

With the first match rapidly approaching, by now the booked members of the ACW roster should all be present and correct. So Charlotte King, out in the corridor checking her notes ahead of an interview later in the evening, is more than a little surprised to see an unusually late arrival shoving her way in through the doors from the car park, and hurries up with a look of concern.

Charlotte: Wow… don’t take this the wrong way, but you look rough. Everything OK?

Alicia Laureano doesn’t reply straight away; she continues to stomp along the corridor with Charlotte in tow, but then re-gathers her manners, and summons a somewhat pained smile.

Alicia: Oh, I’m fine, really… do you have a minute to talk?

Reaching her locker room, Alicia opens the door, and Charlotte follows her in, closing it behind her. No sooner has Alicia’s kit bag hit the carpet than the floodgates are released.

Alicia: OH. MY. GOD. Charlie, that woman…. She is doing my blasted head in!

Charlotte hops up on the couch, out of Alicia’s racing line as she circles the furniture, gesturing rapidly with a diverting mixture of Latin fire and hacked-off Anglo-Saxon turn of phrase.

Alicia: You know they say an Englishman’s home is his castle? Well, there’s a bloody great queen usurping my throne, a drama queen of epic proportions! Nothing I own, nothing I do, nothing I AM has anything in common with that petulant adolescent in four-inch heels, and believe me, she’s made that crystal clear! The Spanish Inquisition would quail at the sight of Anna Sommers in full flow!

Alicia continues circling, in a manner which is oddly reminiscent of a rabid greyhound chasing a phantom hare. Charlotte can only stare; a few of the audience members are already starting to get a bit dizzy watching the spectacle.

Alicia: My wardrobe has been mauled, mauled! She “helpfully” went through all my things while I was training last week, and threw out the dress I wore on the first night of my HONEYMOON! She almost had an allergic reaction when she discovered I don’t own a single item by Prada, and she left my two-tone Doc Martens out where Pacino could get hold of them! And that was all before she shut Richard Parker in the washing machine…

Her nervous energy expiring, Alicia finally slows down and comes to a stop. Charlotte moves aside on the couch as Alicia flops on to it.

Alicia: I… I know she’s not deliberately trying to irritate my tits off, but she’s doing a fine job nonetheless. Almost every time I’ve gone out in the last two weeks, she’s said something like, “Oh, you’re brave taking on that look”, or even “You’re actually wearing that in public?” I swear, when my paranoid side takes hold, I suspect her of being a brilliant plant on TK’s part, after all there’s precious little else he could do to me which would be so perfectly targeted to drive me nuts. I’ve seldom been so grateful to be booked for a match as I am tonight.

Letting her head fall back against the upholstery, Alicia breathes in and out deeply. Charlotte continues to be silent; she does not need to articulate what remains unspoken, but which still underlies the superficial effects of the situation. Eventually though, she asks the question which is on everyone’s mind.

Charlotte: So… all quiet on the Western front, then?

Alicia sits up, and pushes her hair back with both hands.

Alicia: Until now. But I just don’t know how long this can last, Charlie… something’s going to give, sooner or later. There has to be some sort of better solution, but I have no idea what it may be.

Instinctively, she pulls out her cellphone from her pocket, checks it, and puts it back when she sees there are no messages. It’s almost as if she is uneasy being away from her home, despite its current lodger. Charlotte extends a hand to Alicia’s in sympathy.

Charlotte: Hey, don’t let yourself get tied up in knots. Think about your match later tonight; after all, you’re up against the World Champion.

Alicia nods, with a half-smile.

Alicia: You’re right, of course. I owe Mr. Cheng the best match possible… he seems to have been under pressure from several directions as well in recent times. Perhaps tonight it will do us both good just to focus on one another, and the wrestling. Just the wrestling… yes, that would be fine indeed.

Charlotte stands, and Alicia does the same. A moment passes, and then they embrace briefly, a fleeting expression of friendship on many levels.

Charlotte: Good luck out there tonight, I’ll be rooting for you.

Exiting through the door, Alicia watches her go, and stands looking out into the empty corridor for a few seconds. No one can tell what it is she sees there, but for just a second, the tiniest fraction, she seems sad… and older than her years…

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Cesare Damiano vs. Wolf (Credit: Lucrezia)

Wolf readjusts the bandages on his hand, still smarting from Cesare's retaliatory attack on Meltdown. He stares the younger man down, moments away from spearing the devious youth to hell. Despite the massive size and experience difference, Cesare is no coward, and the thought of humiliating the Fallout star sends his adrenaline pumping. He cooly leans against the ropes, stroking his chin with the back of his hand. This gesture of supreme indifference enrages the usually stoic competitor, and with a howl he rushes forward, inches away from crashing into the much slimmer frame before him. Cesare drops, tugging sharply on the middle rope. Wolf flies out of the ring in a wicked suicide dive, his neck snapping back as he crashes to the unforgiving floor below. The crowd collectively winces--that dive was no picnic. Cesare slips to the outside, barely managing to suppress a giggle. With a mighty tug, he pulls the writhing behemoth up by his hair, smashing his face against the apron. While Wolf staggers, vulnerable, Cesare kicks him into the steel steps. The referee yells at Cesare to return inside the ring. With a scowl he complies, gripping Wolf's tights and hurling him back into the ring with some difficulty. He stomps on Wolf's chest, holding him in place for a casual pin attempt. Before the referee's hand strikes thrice, Wolf grips Cesare by the ankle and tosses him through the air. The crowd pops for the show of strength, and Wolf skips to his feet, massaging the stabbing pains in the back of his neck. Cesare glowers up at him, left in quite a vulnerable position with his legs entangled in the ropes.

Wolf stalks his adversary with more caution, unwilling to let the boy get the upperhand. As Cesare struggles to stand, Wolf snatches him in massive arms, crushing Cesare's ribs in a dangerous bear hug. Cesare dangles in the air like a rag doll, gasping for air, face a mask of pain. Far from submitting, the Machiavellian youth rakes Wolf's eyes with sharpened nails, eliciting a harsh reprimand from the referee. Wolf relinquishes the hold to clutch his eyeballs in pain, staggering about the ring. Taking a leaf out of his sister's book, as Wolf approaches, Cesare explodes with a fast roundhouse kick to the temple, catching Wolf completely unawares and actually knocking the larger man to the floor. He makes another pin attempt, this time more secure. Wolf simply uses his incredible strength to toss Cesare off him well before the three count. He meets Cesare on the rise with a clothesline, followed by a back-squashing jackhammer. Cesare writhes, face contorting with awful pain. Wolf is far from finished, and hauls Cesare back to a vertical base before promptly choke-tossing him into the corner. He signals to the crowd for his patented stinger splash before charging forward at full speed. Time seems to slow for Cesare, as the gigantic animal comes inches away from possibly ending his life. At the very last second, Cesare ducks, smirking as he hears the satisfying crunch of face eating turnbuckle. Seizing his opportunity, he rolls up Wolf in a sneaky school boy, and clutches his tights to get the 1, 2, 3.

Cesare's no idiot, and allows the referee for a quick arm-raise before skirting out of the ring, laughing heartily at the crowd's booing. Wolf's head sears with blinding pain from the missed spear and stinger splash. He stands up on his own to a rousing ovation from the crowd. It seems, however, that the Damiano siblings got the last laugh of the evening.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: I have to fight this???
Credit: Wayde Russeller and Jin

With the crowd still hot and ready for more action, the camera man goes into the parking lot where it closes in on the face of none other than Wayde Russeller, snoring real loud and drooling. The camera goes back a little to show he is resting his head on the giant keg that he brought last Thursday. As he lay there Ginger walks up in disgust and looks at his new employee. He bends over and puts his mouth right by Waydes ear.

Ginger: MR. RUSSELLER!

Wayde jumps up and looks around in a panic. He sees its Ginger and sighs and puts his head back down.

Wayde: Gingie, you crow louder than the roosters back home. Whats with the wake up call anyway.

Ginger: Oh nothing, I just thought that you should know you have your first match tonight, and its REAL soon.

Wayde: Well dang Gingie a little warning would have been nice. Who am I wrasslin with any who.

Ginger holds out the match card for the night. Wayde pulls it close to his eyes and reads.

Wayde: Gin?? No thanks Gingie I prefer beer.

Ginger: Not Gin you idiot! Jin! Now you go get ready for your match and hey, try to stay sober ok?

Wayde: Alright Wildfire, no need to be yellin. What would make you think I'd drink. I'm responsible!

Ginger points at Wayde as if to say "I'm watching you" and walks off. As soon as he is out of the picture Wayde starts laughing and fills his mug with beer. He goes to take a sip when a hand comes out of no where and smacks it out of his hands. Beer splashes everywhere as Russeller jumps to his feet and looks at the man who did it.

Wayde: Partner you better have a darn good reason you just did that! Who are you anyway??

Jin: Who am I? I'm Jin, the greatest striker to step foot in ACW! And it looks like we have ourselves a match, that I'm gonna win. And I REFUSE to step foot in that ring with a public drunk!

Wayde: Oh so your the man who gets the honor of wrestling me first! Well listen here cowboy, lets see what the fans have to say, shall we?

He turns towards the camera

Wayde: Ladies and Yentlemen. If you want to see me get drunk and kick the manure out of this guy, start chanting "We Want Free Beer"

The fans of course start chanting "We Want Free Beer" becoming louder than they've been all night. One beer guy trying to sell beer in the stands actually gets mugged for his beer.

Jin: Your great with the fans, they love muggings!

Wayde: Well how about this Godzilla, how about you take a beer and be on your way and we'll settle this in the ring.

Jin: Fine, but I'm not holding back in the ring! I could do with a cold one anyhow.

Wayde bends over to a cooler full of beer. He secretly shakes it up before turning around and handing it Jin. Jin stares at him but decides to crack the beer. As soon as he does beer shoots all over Jins face. Wayde laughs and by the time Jin clears his face off Wayde is out of there.

Jin: Little dick...

Camera Fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Back In Action (Credit: Jake Cheng)

11:00 AM

It’s amazing how something so violent can look so peaceful. Jake Cheng’s head is the only thing not covered by blackest as he sleeps peacefully on the couch of his apartment. His cell phone vibrates eradically on the coffee table, but Jake is in a world of his own. The phone stops for a minute or so, but then starts up again. This time, Jake’s reaction is to turn his body and pull the covers above his head.

Wing: Jake, wake up!

Jake jumps off the couch, wearing shorts and a muscle shirt, and gets into an on-guard position, like he is going to defend himself against an army of ninjas. After a second, he realizes that he is in his own apartment and that thee are no ninjas around.

Wing: Jake! Let us in!

Jake: What are you guys doing here? Shouldn’t you be collecting or something.

Wing: It’s Monday, we are going to the arena with you.

Jake: Fuck the arena, I’m staying home today. I trained hard yesturday, so I’m going to take a break.

Wing: Bullshit! You slept all day and went to a party last night.

Jake: ...SO! I’m staying home today, I have stuff...

Wing: Guess you’ll just have to forfeit your match then-

Jake: Match? With who?

Wing: Alicia.

Jake: ...excellent.

The standing image of Jake Cheng fades out. The Champion has a match, but little does he know the surprises that wait for him today at the ACW Arena...

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Chintendo Vii?!” Credit: T-Train, T-Kiss

*Disclaimer* Yes, this thing truly does exist.

The segment opens inside the Entourage locker room. However, Thunder Train and Thunderkiss are the only ones inside. Thunderkiss is sitting on a folding chair while Thunder Train leans against a wall in front of him. We enter in mid-conversation, with Thunderkiss telling a story to Thunder Train.

Thunderkiss: ....and that’s how I beat Chef in the Hellz Kitchen match at Ragnarok last year.

Thunder Train: Wow boss, that’s a great story and all....but you didn't beat him, remember?

Thunderkiss: Hah! I’m so glad you have a sense of humor train! I’ve been hearing that joke a lot. You know, just talking about that match gets me all excited to watch it again!

Thunder Train: Thats the thing, YOUR tape edits it so that the first time you go for a pin it cuts out to another match of you winning.

Thunderkiss: .......Train, have you been hitting the peace pipe recently? I mean, its during the show for God’s sake! Can’t you wait until its at least over?!

Just then a knock on the locker room door is heard. Thunder Train stops leaning against the wall to answer it.

Thunder Train: Hello?

Delivery guy *In annoying voice*: YEAH HI! I got a package here for a Mr. Train? Is this you?

Thunder Train: Yeah...thats me.

Delivery Guy: Sign here, please.

Thunder Train is handed a clip board by the man and he signs it. Then the delivery guy gives him a package. Thunder Train takes it then closes the door in the guy's face.

Thunderkiss: What the hell is that?! Keep it away from me until I know what it is! I don’t want another Black and White surprise anywhere close to me!

Thunder Train: I don't know. Let me open it.

Thunder Train opens the box to reveal another box wrapped in bubble wrap. He takes off the bubble wrap and sees Japanese writing all over it. After a moment he smiles then turns around to tell Thunderkiss what it is.

Thunderkiss: Well....?

Thunder Train: Remember how a few days ago you told me to get a celebration present for your World Title victory at Bloody Valentine?

Thunderkiss: Ahh yes... that was before “Epic Fail” London had to stick his nose in my business....ahem sorry...so my Nintendo Wii has arrived?

Thunder Train: Yes sir. Here it is.

Thunder Train hands the box to Kiss who's expression goes from excited to disappointed. The box isn't your average Nintendo Wii box. But rather, a box with a blue looking NES rip off with a rip off the Wiimote on it. All the writing on the box is Japanese and it feels much more light then a Wii box.

Thunderkiss *shouting*: THIS ISN'T A WII? WHAT THE HELL? GIVE ME THAT OTHER BOX!!!

Thunderkiss takes the brown box that it came in and reads the label on the front.

Thunderkiss *still shouting*: Chintendo Vii? CHINTENDO VII?!?!? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU GOT A NINTENDO WII!!

Thunder Train: Oops. Oh well. Maybe it plays the same. Lets try it.

The two open the box and see a weak looking NES and a weak Wiimote. The box you could literally chuck across the arena and play football with. The Wiimote however does feel as if its an actual Wiimote. They plug it into the TV and start it up. There is only one Wiimote, so no multiplayer between them.

Thunderkiss: What are these games? They all look like rip-offs of Wii Sports. AND THEY DON'T EVEN PLAY RIGHT! HOW CAN I FALCON PUNCH WITH A MACHINE THAT LOOKS LIKE AN NES AND USES GAME BOY ADVANCE CARTRIDGES?!?

Thunder Train: I DON'T KNOW!! But you do have a point, it does suck really bad. I mean what the hell are you playing as? A rabbit? I'll send it back later.

Thunderkiss: Good! Now remember next time, I want a W-I-I. Got it?

Thunder Train: Got it! Nintendo Wii.....

And with that Thunderkiss leaves the locker room, while Thunder Train starts to unhook it. However, once he sees that Kiss has left the room, he starts playing it himself.

Thunder Train: I don't see what the big problem with this is...It seems fun....

And with that the scene fades out...

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Take Me Down (Credit: Hunter)

As we return from the commercial break, we are instantly taken inside the interior of Chairman Gingerdude's Office. As per usual, the illustrious chairman is sitting behind his beloved desk, somewhat groggily looking over the papers before him, attempting to make sense of the insanity contained within them. He puts one of them under another and lazily scribbles on his name, and then perks up his head once he hears a loud crash outside. He shudders slightly, fairly certain of what awaits him, and looks up at the door hoping that he is incorrect. Alas, he is not. Andrew Hunter, former ACW World Champion, stumbles through his door and virtually collapses on the ground, randomly mumbling at any given instance.

Ginger: GOD DAMN IT, HUNTER!

Hunter: Turnips...canopy holders...violin bows...star-shaped crescents. Yah.

Ginger: Get the hell out of here!

Hunter stumbles up to his feet.

Hunter: NO!

Pause.

Hunter: I WILL NOT!

Ginger: Hunter, if you don't get out of here now, I will suspend your pay for a month.

Hunter: Go fuck the right ahead, I've got thousands of hundreds saved up for this particular...

He drinks from the bottle in his hand.

Hunter: ...occasion.

And again he drinks. Ginger has almost no patience left, yet amazingly, he manages to contain himself.

Ginger: Please, Hunter, just leave before anything gets destroyed.

Hunter: Destroyed? Fuck could be destroyed here!?

And as if on cue, Hunter trips over himself and lands on Ginger's desk, his bottle shattering upon impact and spreading the dark liquid over Ginger's papers...and Ginger himself.

Ginger: GOD DAMN IT, HUNTER, I'M GOING TO FIRE YOU!

Hunter sits up.

Hunter: No no. You're gonna give me a title shot.

Ginger: Why in FUCK would I do that?

Hunter: Cause I totally said so, man. And you wuv me.

Ginger: Shut the hell up, Hunter, get out! OUT!

Hunter: Please? I'll leave if you do.

Ginger: I have a better offer for you: how about you go wrestle a match, right now, in your current state?

Hunter: Why would I want to do that?

Ginger: Because if you win this match, THEN I'll give you your title shot, and I'll add you to the triple threat.

Hunter: FUCKS YEAH, HO!

Ginger: But if you lose, you're fired!

Pause.

Hunter: Cool. Who's the wrestler face?

Ginger: What?

Hunter: Who gonna die tonight?

Ginger: How about the next person to walk by the door?

Hunter: Sure.

He turns around and looks out the door, but nothing happens. Hunter sighs after a moment and then slowly leans down and begins to lick the table.

Ginger: GOD DAMN IT, SOMEONE GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

And just as he requested, a man instantly enters, and the fans explode into cheers as they see who it is: yet another former ACW World Champion by the name of Skurai.

Ginger: Fine, there you go. WRESTLE HIM!

Skurai: ...what?

Ginger: You're wrestling Hunter. Right now. If he wins, he gets into the triple threat World Title match. If you win, he's fired.

Skurai: What if I refuse?

Ginger: I'll fire you.

Skurai sighs.

Skurai: Fine.

And with that simple declaration, he leaves the room. Hunter stumbles up to his feet.

Hunter: Who was that anyways?

Ginger: The man you're supposed to go wrestle now.

Hunter: What if I don't want to?

Ginger: ...YOU ASKED FOR THE GOD DAMN MATCH!

Hunter: Oh yeah.

Pause.

Hunter: Fair enough. World Title, here I comes.

And with that, Hunter turns to the door again, and after a lengthy period of time, he finally manages to leave the room. Ginger takes a long, deep breath, and then clears his throat, attempting to regain his cool. He looks down at his soaking files and promptly "heats up," but still attempts to remain calm. Naturally he finds it impossible. So he does what he feels is sensible: he licks the brown liquid off his own lips. And then his eyes widen. It's too late.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Mo-Jo vs. Mr. Red & Partner (Credit: Red)

"Lips 2 Da Floor" plays over the loudspeaker system for a few seconds and just as the bass drops in there's an explosion of fireworks and smoke before 'Big Mo' energetically bursts out from behind the curtain dancing around the entrance area and waving his arms around, yelling to the crowd.
A few seconds later 'Little Jo' lumbers through the curtain, completely emotionless, focused only on the ring he stretches his neck out and walks slowly behind his brother 'Big Mo', who continues to jump and dance around all the way to the ringside area.
'Big Mo' then proceeds to slide under the bottom rope and mount the nearest turnbuckle, bouncing on the ropes and cheering out to the crowd, whilst 'Little Jo' pulls himself up on to the ring arpon and slips in between the ropes apparently oblivious to everything that's going on.

“Reds Fan” blares out into the arena. Mr. and Mrs. Red emerge from backstage. They both make their way down to the ring area. Mrs. Red keeps checking behind her and looking for her stalker. Mr. Red slides into the ring and poses on a turnbuckle for the crowd.

“The End is Near” hits as Mr. Red hops down from a turnbuckle. He glares up the ramp as Gabriel Peters comes out onto the stage. Gabriel walks to the ring, glaring evilly at Mr. Red as he approaches him. As he gets closer to the ring, his gaze shifts to Mrs. Red. She walks to the other side of the ring, with her eyes wide as golf balls.

Once all four men are in the ring, Jo motions to Mo that he wants to start the match. Mo heads to a corner and exits the ring. On the other side of the ring, Gabriel grabs Red and throws him over the top rop to the floor and says “I’m starting the match.”

Gabe and Jo circle each other and then lock up. Gabe slowly works Jo back into a corner. The referee rushes over to get between them and break them apart. Gabe quickly breaks it up. He walks to the ropes and stares out to Mrs. Red. She huddles closer to the turnbuckle where Mr. Red resides.

While Gabe’s attention is off of his opponent, Jo capitalizes and delivers a rough clothesline to the back of Peters. Jo stomps away at Gabe for a few moments before picking him up. Jo pushes Peters to the ropes before irish whipping him. Jo delivers a big boot to the face of Gabriel. Jo covers Gabe.

1….

2….

…kickout. Jo gets up and drags Gabriel to the corner. He tags in Mo. Jo picks up and locks a full nelson on Gabe. While Jo is holding Peters, Mo delivers a round of punches to Peters. Jo finally slams Gabe to the mat before leaving the ring. Mo then picks up Gabe and irish whips him into the ropes. Gabe springboards off the ropes and hits Mo with a corkscrew moonsault.

Gabe slowly gets back to his feet and walks over to Red and chops him across the chest. Red gets in the ring and stands face to face with Gabe. Red then grabs Peters and tosses him over the top rope like Gabe did to him earlier.

Red turns to see Mo still lying on the mat. Red springboards onto the ropes and lands a moonsault on Mo. Red covers Mo, but Mo quickly kicks out of the attempt. Red steps back, then charges to deliver a kick to Mo. Mo counters into a quick snapmare.

Mo mounts Red and delivers another round of punches. Red pushes Mo away and both men get quickly back to their feet. More punches are exchanged in the center. Red begins to gain the upper hand as he forces Mo near the ropes. Red goes for an irish whip but is reversed. As he bounces off the ropes, he is caught in an arm drag from Mo. Mo heads to the ropes and makes another tag to Jo. Mo springboards off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Red. Jo climbs the turnbuckle and hits Red with another leg drop. Jo covers….

1….

2….

…Red reaches a shoulder up just a mere half second from the refs hand slapping the mat a third time. Jo shows a small sign of frustration. Jo forcefully grabs Red and lifts him to his feet. Jo then hits a standing belly to belly suplex on Red.

Jo then begins to set up for a chokeslam. He stalks Red, until Red finally makes it to his feet. Red quickly hits a superkick that sends Jo staggering back to the corner.

Red walks over to his corner and slaps Gabe across the face and leaves the ring. Gabe enters the ring and flips off Red. He hits a standing dropkick to Red sending him out to the floor. Jo sneaks up behind Gabe, spins him around, and pushes him into the corner. He punches the hell out of Gabe in the corner.

Jo whips Gabe to the other corner and then makes a tag to Mo. Mo enters and heads to the other side of the ring. Jo whips Gabe in the direction of Mo. Mo tries for a standing dropkick but Gabriel catches Mo by the legs. As Mo hits the mat with a thud, Gabriel slingshots him at Jo. Mo connects with Jo, sending him to the outside to the floor.

Mo staggers backwards and is spun around by Gabe. Gabe quickly hits his End of the World (Tiger Suplex 85) finisher on Mo. Red slaps Gabe on the back and enters the ring. He races over and covers Mo.

1….

2….

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

….Jo slides back into the ring and breaks the count up. Jo gets pissed as the ref forces him to his corner and out of the ring. Red taunts Jo for a minute before turning his attention back to Mo. Mo bounces off the ropes to sneak attack Red. Red sees this coming and rolls through the attack and locks in his famous Red-Lock.

Jo re-enters the ring to break up the submission but is met suddenly and surprisingly by Gabiel, who drops him into a camel clutch and locks in his full nelson. Mr. Red and Gabriel Peters have Mo and Jo locked in their finishing submission and are face to face with each other. Mo and Jo start tapping.

Announcer: Here are your winners, by submission….Mr. Red and Gabriel Peters.

The ref rings the bell ending the match and neither Red nor Peters let their victims go. The ref tries what he can to get both men to release their holds.

Peters finally lets go and delivers a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of Mr. Red’s head. Red collapses to the mat, letting go of his opponent.

Gabriel shifts his gaze to Mrs. Red, who takes notice instantly. Gabriel races out of the ring and tries to chase her down. Mrs. Red races backstage with Gabriel close behind. Mo-Jo have made their way to their feet and see Red laying on the mat. They both look up and see Peters and Mrs. Red disappearing backstage. They both start to help Red to his feet but walk past him and out of the ring. After a moment, Red finally comes to and slides out of the ring to find his lady and Peters.

FADE OUT.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Return (Credit: ??/as if it wasn’t obvious)

The scene opens onto the ACW arena with a jam-packed crowd cheering and chanting as they look forward to more quality entertainment from the writing of the creative time finalized and stabilized by Chairman Gingerdude. A cold crisp air runs through the air-conditioned arena yet even still the crowd are hot and sweaty due to getting enthusiastic by jumping up and down, screaming their voices out and just the general fact that they’re all crammed in like milk bottles in the crate nestled carefully with the rest on the back of the float, driven by an old sweaty man who in urban legend gets more action then any other professions combined. But anyways, as the crowd look forward to get more excitement that only Alpha Championship Wrestling can deliver a chant breaks of “Eh Cee Dubya”. The camera cuts to the commentators table where Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison are sat at the commentary table with the monitors, paperwork and pencils that are standard with most commentary jobs.

McNally: Well this is nice! The crowd is showing how much they appreciate the show here tonight Edison and they’ve got a point. It’s been one Helluva night so far and there’s a lot left to go. Tonight we’ve got Jonny Hughes facing off against one of Entourage, Jay Zero. Jason Freeman will be facing off against another member of Entourage in the Light Heavyweight Champion Andrew Starr and Alicia Laureano will get to go one on one with The World Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng!

Edison: I know, and at the pay-per-view we’re gonna’ have a main event that’s been so hugely anticipated for months now it’s surreal. It’ll be Mister 500% Thunderkiss VS The World Champion Jake Cheng. It’s going to be off the w-

The lights are killed. The crowd is thrown into panic and their hearts start to race as a golden light hits the stage. The titan-tron switches on to show static with a loud crackling for a few seconds before changing to a bean of light spewing out of an open door at the top of a set of stairs with smoke billowing everywhere. The crowd are confused by this image as a golden blast of light flies through the open door on the titan-tron with increasing brightness.

: In the beginning… when either God, Allah, Spongebob or whatever lame-o God you believed in created this world he had an intention. That intention was to entertain his people through the medium of the human compunction to enjoy violence and so our Lord put it on a grand stage for the Human Race to see.

A bolt of lightning flashes smashing into the stage with an equivalent sound effect, the crowd jumps especially the people up with stage seats. The crowd are really confused wondering who this voice is. When this odd prophet continues to speak to the audience in the world.

Edison: Woaho! That was a huge flash of lightning!

: And so, God created a product where men and women just like you out in the audience but less obese could step onto the stage, take the limelight and beat the crap out of others all for the glory and the fame of being “The Best”. My friends, our good lord called it “Sports Entertainment” which has had many creative minds put their own perspective into it it. We’ve had the coliseum and the Gladiators at the height of the Roman Empire, they had Tigers, Lions and Bears! OH MY! Carnivals in England, Boxing, Kickboxing and then ultimately the creative genius up in the sky felt his job was not complete…. He needed to create something that would be so radically different from everyone else, the height of combat and the fun that comes from it. He created Amateur and Professional Wrestling which ultimately was like Cain and Abel but slightly different, Pro Wrestling killed Amateur Wrestling because it was that damn better. Where else in the world will you see people truly kill themselves for glory, money, hot women and the greatest prize of them all… Championship Gold! Nowhere, that’s exactly why it was invented. But when God created it in all his infinite wisdom he did not foresee what was to come, a life-time of cynicism and big meat-headed steroid jockeys who don’t physically wrestle. Merely kick someone in the face ‘till they can’t get up and when God saw what his creation had become, he needed a plan, an ark of sorts. A way to clear the crap, he created a man… a messiah of sorts to Pro Wrestling. Someone who would completely revolutionize it and clear the taint that people like Ultimate Warrior, Triple H and Torak had left!

The screen’s bright light coming through the smoke-filled open door intensifies clearing the fog. The crowd are booing and cheering, slightly confused about what’s going on.

McNally: This guy has a rather long-winded speech most of it being true to be fair but who’s this messiah he’s talking about?

The crowd don’t know whether to cheer

: They created a man who wasn’t the biggest or the strongest in the game but with that slight disadvantage came technical skill to match that of Ric Flair in his prime and high-flying that makes Jack Evans look like a hobo. They went for perfection, the pure technical ability earned from decades of learning the craft, the electrifying charisma, the high-flying prowess and the man who was just that fucking awesome. He’s been here before and now he’s coming back. This man is so incredibly gifted, he is truly blessed and is the very best of pro-wrestling. He is the Divine Light, the Divine Intervention and he’s truly the paragon of perfection. But who is he? Is this man Starkweather? Is this legendary competitor the Franchise? NO! This man is none other then…

Suddenly, a drumbeat starts to kick in followed by a synthesizer as an old familiar tune from the 80’s starts. After a few seconds the vocals kick in as we’re all left in awe of this new theme song.

Male Vocals: You are an obsession
I cannot sleep
I am a possession
Unopened at your feet
There is no balance
No equality
Be still
I will not accept defeat

Female Vocals: I will have you
Yes I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Like a butterfly
A wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you

The beam of light explodes and the lights return to the arena as the crowd pops for none other then “The King of Vegas” Danny… frickin’… Mainer! He storms out of the curtain with a huge grin plastered across his face, his energetic persona coming out as the crowd clap and cheer for him. Danny smiles as he walks over to one side of the stage, he kneels doing a Double Rock-Horns pose before walking to the other side and doing it again. He then walks to the centre stage spreading his arms and legs out dropping his head. He then does the Sabin Pose pretending to fire a single shot from the extended fingers with golden pyro shooting out of the stage to a huge pop from the crowd.

Edison: Wow! Danny Mainer making an breath-taking return to ACW here tonight! I wonder what he has to say!

JOINT LYRICS: You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me
You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me

Male Lyrics: I feed you I drink you
My day and my night
I need you I need you
By sun or candlelight
You protest you want to leave
Stay there's no alternative

Your face appears again
I see the beauty there
But I see danger
Stranger beware
A circumstance in your naked dreams
Your affection is not what it seems

Danny Mainer thunders down the ramp slapping hands with all the fans out on the stage ramp smiling. He then does a gentle jog down to the ring hopping up onto the apron with elegant grace that could only come from Royalty. He then climbs over the second rope with a cheesy grin slapped on. He then stands centre of the ring.

You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me
You are an obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
To make you sleep with me

The music dies down and the lights return to normal while The King of Vegas grabs a microphone from Phillip Jones by leaning through the second rope. Danny then stands dead centre in the ring with the microphone in hand stood in his finest black suit with a golden tie.

Danny: Ladies and Gentlemen! Stop the presses, Danny Mainer is back babeh and bringing back OOOONLY the finest entertainment in the world. God’s Gift, Messiah, King of Vegas, Freakin’ Awesome, What the fuck was that? The Bladesman. THAT’S ALL ME… DANNY MAAIIINEEEEEEERRR! Ladies and Gentlemen, the man of the lights has returned and he’s READY to kick some ass. My tenure in ACW previously was less then desirable what with me damn near getting killed in a Street Fight, attacked by members of Sum 41 and getting beat by Hitman of the Gods and Rena Matheson in a rather painful manner but this time I'm better, MUUUUUCH BETTER and I plan to change things around here. I’m certain I speak for the entire audience when I say that we don't want bad wrestling from the likes of that decrepit old man Senator Steve Phillips or that retarded Ross Lambert! No. DO NOT WANT. We want something much greater then that, we want me, Pro Wrestling’s Finest in Danny Mainer and by God I promise to deliver to you pant-creaming action every single week right here in the ACW ring and THAT, is a King’s Oath baby. ROYALTY… HAS RETURNED TO EH CEE DUBYA!!

Edison: That’s some big promises from Danny Mainer but will he live up to them? I guess we’ll find out in the coming weeks huh?

McNally: Well Danny does seem better conditioned then last time, this could be his big break for ACW!

Edison: I guess only time will tell how well he fares this time around.

Danny raises one arm before dropping the microphone on the floor, his message sent as Obsession hits the speakers. Danny climbs out of the ring smiling as the crowd cheer for him. His energy raising the crowd deafeningly loud as he heads back up the ramp. Animotion plays him out as Danny feels smug, his job done with creating such a huge buzz.

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