Monday Night Warfare 17th March 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: In Memoriam (Credit: Lucrezia)

Much like a regular baseball stadium, ACW employs vendors to provide its loyal fans with confectioneries and the best in greased food that make a man's heart beat a little too hard. The corn dog vendor deftly skirts past a few rambunctious college drunkards lost in a silly verbal altercation.

Corn Dog Vendor: Dogs! Git them dogs! Five bucks a dog!

College Drunkard #1: I don't see no dogs!

College Drunkard #2: That's 'cause all you see is pussy!

The spat soon dissolves into a chorus of hearty laughter. Unbeknown to the frat boys, the AlphaTron flickers to life. College Drunkard #1 follows the shocked gaze of the Corn Dog Vendor and gawks at the screen.

College Drunkard #1: I do see pussy!

College Drunkard #2: Damn!

Catching sight of the Tron, he promptly knocks the tray of corn dogs out of the poor Vendor's hands and sends the simpleton careening to the floor. In considerable pain, the Vendor gazes up at the giant screen, as if to absorb comfort from the beautiful visage bearing down on the arena...

College Drunkard #1: That be Sarin Rossi!

Sarin: Correction--that is Sarin Rossi, as I'm sure you meant to say. Honest mistake.

Radiant as ever, the gifted Flower of Chaos sits in a lumpy armchair, sipping a glass of Chardonnay. It appears she orchestrated a live feed from her residence to the ACW arena. The crowd comes alive with hearty cheers, though Sarin dismisses the acknowledgment with a humble wave of her hand.

Sarin: Hello, folks! Sorry to barge in on you all like this. I won't take more than a moment of your time, and regular programming will resume after I've said my piece.

She coughs daintily and unfurls a folding fan with an elegant snap of her wrist.

Sarin: This message is actually for BK London. I guess my personal conflicts with BK will always be overshadowed by the colossal, history-making feud he had with dear Yoko. He truly brought out the best in Yoko, and in doing so, helped her mature from a violent deviant sociopath to the strong woman she is today. For that, I truly thank you. And to commemorate this wonderful feud, I sent you a gift. Or, more accurately, several gifts...

She pauses to rummage around in her nearby Louis Vuitton before procuring a single, white...

Sarin: Tampon! You see, dear friends, the tampon serves as a perfect symbolic metaphor for the eternal struggle between BK and dear Yoko. For no matter how much blood is spilt, these two fearsome warriors will forever grow, expand, and absorb to become bigger, better, faster, stronger...or however that silly lyric goes.

While the crowd chuckles, Sarin tosses the tampon over her shoulder and crosses her legs.

Sarin: So, BK, when you arrive back at your residence, expect to find a lifetime supply of Kotex, who have generously agreed to sponsor you in all of your future endeavors.

The corners of her mouth twitch, but Sarin does her best to maintain a straight face amidst the gale of audience laughter.

Sarin: Well, it was lovely to see everyone again. Good luck, and do enjoy the rest of the show!

With a final wave, Sarin vanishes as the screen fades to black. The College Drunkards shake their heads, still in disbelief.

College Drunkard #1: Did you know that BK London had a bleedin' puss?

College Drunkard #2: I always knew sumthin' wudn't right wit 'im.

And with that, the screen once more fades to black...

(OOC: Dearest BK: If only I could replicate Sarin's actions and stock your house with tampons myself. Please be content with my heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your several years of hard work, dedication, and excellent writing. You are a man worthy of the highest praise. Enjoy your tribute show!)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Intoxicated by love (Credit: Latino/AK)

The action cuts, with all the finesse of a young teen’s first hesitant snog behind the bike sheds, to a non-descript corridor. It’s empty, but after a few seconds two figures round the corner, a pairing instantly recognizable to the extent that they get a pop from the assembled fans.

Victor "Latino" Laureano has his arm around his wife’s shoulder; he looks a bit less sozzled than previously, even if his gait does waver to and fro to a certain extent. Alicia Laureano has a sage expression on her face; she’s dealt with similar events many times, and her line of patter for persuading the cops to leave her husband in her care is well-polished. She scolds Latino gently as they head toward her locker room so that Alicia can prepare for her match.

Alicia: I should have known you’d find your way out there if there was a show going on. You just can’t resist it, can you?

Latino shrugs with that classic grin.

Latino: Lo siento chula, pero.... this business is in my blood, mi sangre.

Alicia: Yes,.. very much so.

They walk a little further, scuffing the floor tiles, perhaps reminiscing internally. Alicia leans a little against Latino, misty-eyed. He rubs her back as he can feel what she must be going through inside and out.

Alicia: Thanks for coming with me tonight, darling. It just wouldn’t feel right without knowing you’re here.

Latino can't help but smile. His thoughts are littered with reminiscent thoughts of their years together.

Latino: Where else would I be? I may be out of the game but this place brought us together, and I promised I’d always be there for you when it matters.

He squeezes her shoulder; Alicia half-smiles, but for some reason she looks a little troubled. Her muscles tense very slightly, invisible to everyone else, but clear as day to the love of her life. He pauses, and Alicia does the same.

Latino: What’s wrong?

Alicia pushes her hair back out of her eyes.

Alicia: Oh, nothing... nothing I can do much about, I guess.

Latino: Alicia, what is it?

Alicia: Well... as much as I’m certain that what I’m doing is the right thing, I can’t help but feel as if there’s going to be a "hole" left behind here. All the major young talents, and a lot of the more established names... everything just seems a little grubbier these days. But I suppose times must change... people have to do things the way that seems right to them. I always have, and I can’t complain at others for doing the same.

She shakes her head at her own naivety, and begins to walk forward again, but Latino gently holds on to her hand so that she stops again.

Latino: Mira...what matters is that you’re able to be true to yourself, si? I’ve seen all the stuff going on lately, and it’s been intense, but that's how our life has always been. We've been through it all.

Too many get this idea stuck in their head that they have to act a certain way to get on top.? If that’s not what they’re really about, they don’t succeed. You know that just as well as I do. So you know what you can do about it?

Alicia just looks at him.

Latino: You can go out there tonight against Hunter, and you can show the whole of ACW what it should ultimately mean to be part of this fed. Giving 100% when there’s no title, no heated rivalry, no vengeance to extract, no "technical excellence vs entertainment" point to be proved, or anything else like that to act as motivation. Just because this is the greatest job in the world, in the greatest fed, with the greatest superstars, and the greatest fans. You show them that we do this for our own joy...not for trivial accomplishments because at the end of the day all the titles....everything doesn't mean one cent compared to your own happiness.

They gaze into one another’s eyes for a few seconds, and then Alicia throws her arms around Latino, and holds him as if she’ll never let go. She feels a surge of emotion which is beyond classification, love for this mad microcosm and the man it brought, shining, into her life merging momentarily into one and the same…

After what seems like an age, they separate, but still hold each other’s hand. Alicia begins to move forward again, and this time Latino walks with her.

Alicia: Thankyou, Victor... It’s time I got ready.

Latino nods, and they walk past the camera and away, with nothing more needing to be said.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Danny Mainer vs. Jason Freeman - #1 Contenders match for International Title (Credit: Jason Freeman)

There’s a lot at stake in this match, as the winner gets an International title match, and neither men is going to start out with any showy moves. Mainer and Freeman both rush forward, and both are punching each other at once, with Mainer getting a slight advantage with some swift jabs, that Freeman attempts to counter by slightly moving to the left, and hitting a brain chop, that stuns Mainer. Freeman backs up, and then goes for a dropkick, but is deflected by Mainer, and then Mainer jumps to the ground, and puts him in a headlock. Freeman gets back to his feet, and shoves Mainer to the ropes, and as Mainer comes back, he jumps over Freeman for a sunset rollup, which doesn’t even get a one-count. As the two rise again, Mainer throws one more punch, and this time Freeman goes behind him and attempts a backdrop, though Mainer easily flips out of it, and grabs Freeman, going for an irish whip, but then pulling Freeman back into a spinning elbow. Freeman is stunned ,and fails to counter an enziguiri, which sends him stumbling back into the ropes…but he manages to run forward and jump up, hitting a heavy bicycle kick which sends Mainer down to the mat, although Freeman, still have dazed almost missed. Both of the men remain on the ground for a second before regaining their stamina and standing again.

As the opening minutes go by, both men are obviously empowered by this desire to win a title shot. There is a close instant where Freeman tries to hit his swinging arm slam backbreaker, only to be rolled up in a crucifix pin which got a two count, and one where Mainer goes for a brainbuster, only for Freeman to get behind him and hit the inverted fireman’s carry pancake which got a two count as well. Now both men are up and fighting, as Freeman nails a shot to the face of Mainer, causing him to lean against the turnbuckle. Freeman backs up, and tries to run up and hit a double knee, but Mainer moves, and Freeman hits the turnbuckle hard, before falling to the ground. Mainer pushes him over so that he lies on his back, before quickly ascending the turnbuckle and hitting the Falling from Grace! The move almost overshoots, but it does connect, as Mainer pins….1….2….and Freeman puts his foot on the ropes.

As the match reaches the close, Mainer has managed to keep Freeman on his toes with his quick offense, though Freeman has gotten many moves in himself. Now the final moments come, as Freeman begins to try to end things, having just regained some momentum. As Freeman attempts to get behind him and grab him for the Middle of Nowhere…all of a sudden, Mainer swings around and nails a shot to Freeman’s head, and runs forward, trying to hit a tornado DDT, but Freeman shoves him off of it, so that he lands on his stomach. As he gets up, Freeman hits him with a leg lariat, sending him back down, and raises his arms, signaling the end…but just then he catches sight of Thunder Train, walking down the aisle, grinning, and Freeman pauses, glaring down the ramp. Slowly, Train makes his way to the ring, and Freeman clenches his fists, but knows he can do nothing, because if he touches Train he is suspended. Train gets on the apron, and points to his face, as if asking Freeman to take the shot, and for a second, it looks like Freeman may actually do so, but he eventually shakes his head, and turns around, realizing that the match is more important…only he turns right into a Las Vegas Blackout!....Freeman hits the mat, as Mainer covers….1….2…..3!

Phillip: Here is your winner….Danny Mainer!

Train gets off the apron, and walks backstage, obviously proud that he has cost Freeman two matches in a row, and Freeman begins to pound the mat in his frustration as he rises from the ground. Mainer however is happy to have an International title shot, and doesn’t really care much about the circumstances, as he celebrates his victory in the ring.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OOC Segment: #1 Partner/Mod/Friend (Credit: Jake)

Dear BK London,

So tonight is your ‘appreciation night’, so I was thinking , “Hey! I appreciate BK London, I should show my appreciation.” But seriously, if it wasn’t for your legendaryness in CYOAs on PWB, then I wouldn’t have volunteered to be your tag partner for the PWB fed, which means we wouldn’t have become friends at GFWWE, which means you wouldn’t have informed me that GFWCW was branching off, which means I wouldn’t have been here in ACW.

You were my tutor in the beginning and you never stopped believing in me...well except for last month where you were overly thought you would beat me. But it was all in good fun. So before this becomes too long and heartfelt, I just want to thank you one more time: for all the times you get me matches(even though I tend to lose them), for all the times when you give me criticism and for all the times when we can just shoot the breeze. For being a good friend.

-Jake

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The Bombshell?
Credit: Jay Zero

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The scene begins to fade in, cutting out from that wonderful fought match between two great competitors. We find none other than the Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion Limelight and his manager Nicholas Savich walking down the backstage corridors at the ACW arena. Like always, Nicholas is dressed up nicely and Limelight is already suited up for action with his semi-long boxer shorts on with his title wrapped tightly around his waist.

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Nicholas Savich[/color]: Remember, just stay calm and let me do the talking. I doubt we'll need to get physical at all.

Nicholas pats Limelight on the back and directs him towards the left a little bit. The camera switches angles a bit to show that the two have stopped right in front of Chairman Gingerdudes office.

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Nicholas Savich[/color]: You ready? Time to be fake!

Nicholas gets a very wide grin on his face that is nothing but forced. He knocks on the door three times and several seconds later gets a response from inside the office. "Come in." Nicholas looks over at Limelight and turns the knob, stepping into the Chairmans office. The two enter as Ginger is already sitting down in his chair, waiting for the two. Limelight walks over to the desk and stares down into the Chairmans eyes. Nicholas closes the door and gladly smiles at Ginger.

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Nicholas Savich[/color]: Gingy! How's it going! You wanted to see us?

Ginger: Yes. Have a seat; both of you.

Nicholas Savich[/color]: If you insist! Come on Lime!

Nicholas pulls his chair up closer to the desk and sits down. He signals for Limelight to sit so after a few more seconds of looking at Ginger, he does as he's told.

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Nicholas Savich[/color]: Now what can we do for ya, sir?

Ginger: You can start off by explaining just what the hell you were thinking on Thursday!

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Ooooh! C'mon Ginger! Of all people, you don't understand? Limelight and I are fierce for competition! We saw an opportunity to make a big impact, so we took it! No biggie!

Ginger: No biggie? You assaulted MY World Champion with no good cause!

Nicholas Savich[/color]: No good cause? He's been ducking us, Ginger! The man needed a wake up call! There are bigger and better men than him in the business!

Ginger: It's just the principles of the matter! That swift move has you on thin ice! You and your new buddies may have thought it was a fool-proof idea but if you thought you'd ever have a a slight chance at the World Title, think again. You just did this to yourself!

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Ginger! Please! It's not my fault that we haven't been challenged enough! We joined in on the attack because we want more competition!

Ginger: Now that's just silly. If you want more competition, you should prove it otherwise. Like, in the ring for example. Correct me, but didn't Hunter defeat Limelight last Thursday?

Nicholas Savich[/color]: By disqualification, yes.

Ginger: And weren't you the one to get Limelight disqualified?

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Yes. I don't want my monster waisting his energy on washed up World champions like Hunter. I had to save him up for the attack that would really matter later on in the night!

Ginger: Oh, well that's just precious! Really!

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Now, I have something that concerns me. Genocide. Why hasn't Limelight been booked in a match yet?

Ginger: Well -- I don't know. Nothing has caught my eye to really spark up the card.

Nicholas Savich[/color]: So what? You expect the 320 pound beast is just going to sit on the sidelines? Totally unacceptable!

Ginger: Well after your testy attack on those three superstars, I'd say you don't even deserve to be SEEN at Genocide. But since I'm such a caring and compassionate man, I'll give you a chance. How about we set up an open challenge?

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Anything sounds better than nothing.

Ginger: Great. I'll find you a suitable opponent and we'll make sure that you're happy! As matter of fact, I'm already thinking of the possibilities. Jake Cheng's available if I remember correctly! Oh, or maybe Alex Richmond is up for it!

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Yeah whatever, just don't feed us some no-name. Let's get out of here Lime.

Nicholas stands up, and so does Limelight, but Ginger than stops them from leaving the room.

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Ginger: Oh wait! There's one more thing!

Nicholas Savich[/color]: Hm?

Ginger: Do you remember a few weeks back when Charlotte King said she was going to find out what's wrong with you? Well earlier she told me she finally "struck gold."

Nicholas Savich[/color] (Surprised) : ---WHAT?!

Ginger: Yeah! And apparently at Genocide, she's going to drop the bombshell on all of ACW! See you Saturday!

Limelight looks at Nicholas who is completely shocked, possibly very nervous. He shakes his head and storms off in a rage, leaving the Chairmans office in a horrible mood. Limelight follows behind and slams the door behind him.

What could Charlotte possibly know that could have hit a nerve of Nicholas Savich?

The scene fades.

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OOC: Alright, here we go. For at least 4 years now, hell maybe even 5, I've lost track of time -- I've known a man who goes by the name BK London. Yeah, at first I thought he was annoying and whatnot, but then his writing skills started to impress me. Very quickly, he became one of ACW's greatest. I've personally been lucky enough to have worked with BK several times, with three different characters now.

As Angelo Giovanni, BK London and I had a back and forth battle for the International Title which in result ended with the two of us becoming joint-champions of the title, before Angelo quit.

As Santiago Rivera, BK and I were stable-mates in the Corporate Alliance before the group did a 180 and turned on Rivera.

And finally as Jay Zero, I was lucky enough to joint-segment with BK on my debut night. He didn't have a cue who I was; to him, as well as the rest of ACW at the time thought I was just another new guy. The fact that BK actually took the time to help out what he thought was a new guy is just great. I was actually very surprised when he didn't tell me no when I requested to do a promo with him.

His writing has influenced me and helped me improve. Socially, he's a very good friend when you start talking to him. As of late, we've all noticed how busy you've become with school BK, but that still hasn't stopped you from throwing out 2-3 segments a show while still maintaining great quality work. On top of that, you still manage to put together every single edition of Thursday Night Meltdown.

For that kind of dedication and commitment, I thank you BK London. Keep up the good work --- Now:

Let the show go on!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “The Contract Signing” Credit: Jonny Hughes / Nick Durden / T-Kiss

[The last few weeks have been leading up to this moment and now its finally here. As we return from a commercial break, we see that the ring has been transformed into an ACW office, Chairman in included. A long table resides in the center where both Champion and challenger now sit and patiently wait for the contract signing to get started. Receiving his cue from the camera man, Gingerdude steps up to the make shift podium and begins to walk the crowd through tonight’s procedures. When finished, he steps back and a very smug looking Thunderkiss rises from his chair. Making his way over to the microphone, TK rifles through his jacket pocket until he finds what he is looking for. Pulling out a piece of paper, he unfolds it and hands what must be the Genocide contract to his opponent.]

Thunderkiss: Jonny Hughes, its time to put your money where your mouth is. Next Sunday, I’m giving you a chance at the ACW World Title and I’m doing so under very unique circumstances. You say you are a pure wrestler, a “shooter” if you will. Well, alright “Shooter,” at Genocide I’m going to give your chance to shoot away! You should defiantly be able to out wrestle little ‘ol me since I obviously only know two moves, right? Well, since I’m not a man who is afraid to stack the deck against himself I’m going to risk life and limb and propose we have a SUBMISSION ONLY MATCH.

[The crowd sits in stunned silence, not quite sure if they heard the Champion correctly.]

TK: Yes, you heard me correctly. Only submission moves may be used in our match up. No strikes or power moves of any kind! If one breaks the rules well then they would be disqualified.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: He can’t be serious, can he?

Maxwell McNally: Considering that he only knows one submission move, I highly doubt it.

[As skeptical as anyone in the arena right now, Jonny Hughes laughs upon hearing TK’s suggestion.]

Jonny Hughes: Perfect plan for you to retain the title Thunderkiss. Hit me with a punch, lose the match but still walk out champion. Do you really think I’m that dumb?

TK: I thought you’d say that. That’s why I’ve already taken the liberty to write in the following clause: if I hit you with anything but a submission move, then yes, that would be a DQ, but the World Title WOULD change hands!

Maxwell McNally: We’ll, I’ve been proven wrong before.

TK: So tell me Hughes, what do you have to lose?

[TK tosses the pen at Jonny. Hughes catches it, and with a smile he begins to ink his name while replying - ]

Hughes: Nothing at all.

[Competing the contract, Hughes flicks the pen back into TK’s hand and pushes the paper forward into Gingerdude’s hands to make it official.]

TK: You’re wrong. You do have something very important that I will indeed be taking at Genocide.

[Hughes raises an eyebrow in curiosity.]

TK: Your reputation.

[Angered at TK’s cockiness, Hughes launches up out of his seat and rushes him until the two are bumping chests.]

Jonny Hughes: Putting my reputation on the line is worth it for the chance to take everything away from you. Do you think your lackeys will stick by you when I take that title from you? Do you think these idiots will spend their hard earned money on the merchandise of a loser? Your world will come crashing down around you come Sunday and if my reputation is the stake I need to front to ruin your life then so be it.

[Gingerdude tries to butt his way in between the two men to ensure there is no physical confrontation between them here tonight. Seeing as how he can barely garner their attention, it looks as if he may be on the end of a losing effort, that is until ...]

Maxwell McNally: What is that sound? Is that -

“Fast” Eddie Edison *interrupting*: It is! That’s the theme music of ...

[Indeed that is the music of the Henshin Hero himself, Nick Durden. From the entranceway he arrives and his appearance stops both Hughes and TK dead in their tracks. Looking as if there is something he really wants to say, Nick is all business as he comes down to the ring and avoids any exchanges with the fans and the ACW cameras. He stomps his way up the steel stairs into the ring and quickly positions himself next to the man that calls all the shots, Gingerdude.]

Nick Durden: Now hold up just a goddamn minute here. I think the fans would agree with me when I say that a pay-per-view main event just isn't complete without Henshin Hero!

[The fans roar in agreement.]

Nick: Now, I won't weigh this contract signing down with the same egotistical prattling that these other two have so ungraciously contributed. I'll just hand in this contract and let the ass kicking I'm gonna lay on these two at Genocide do the talking.

[It would appear that everyone tonight has some form of a legal document in their possession and Nick is no exception. Handing Gingerdude the “contract” that he was given by Thunderkiss this weekend, Nick looks determined to extract some must deserved revenge. His opponent however, is anything but worried. In fact, he is incredibly amused and once again finds himself bending over in laughter over Durden’s ignorance. Unfortunately for the champ, he has no clue that the only person displaying ignorance right now is himself.]

TK *laughing*: Durden, that contract? It’s a fake!

Nick: Oh, is that so?

[TK does an automatic double take. He can't help but be concerned at Nick's lack of concern.]

Nick: Are you referring to this contract?

[Nick pulls out another contract, this one a seemingly exact replica of the one he just handed in, only it's unsigned. TK can only respond with a most bewildered look.]

Nick: You see, Teeks, if there is a weakness lying underneath that bloated heap of meat you call a physique, it's your lack of attention to detail. Upon closer inspection, you'll see that the one I just laid down on the table there features the distinctive Gingerdude watermark that all official ACW contracts carry.

[Confused by the lack of Nick’s concern over the legality of the contract, TK’s mood plummets the moment Gingerdude looks up at him and states - ]

Gingerdude: TK, this is real..

TK: Wha?!

[TK rushes to Gingerdude’s side and practically yanks the paper out of his hand. Giving it a good once over, he can see this is *NOT* the same sheet of paper he gave Durden this past weekend and is *INDEED* 500% legit. Unsure on how this has happened, TK almost breaks down in his confusion.]

TK: No! This isn’t right! I didn’t give him this! He can’t do this!

[TK looks at Gingerdude in a panic hoping that their well publicized relationship will help pull him out of this mess. Friendships aside, business is business and there is no way Gingerdude wants to put himself or his company in the line of fire in regards to a law suit. With a heavy heart, he breaks the news to his comrade.]

Gingerdude: I’m sorry TK, but this is legitimate and it clearly states that Durden can choose both the time and place for the fight. There is nothing I can do.

[TK drops to his knees and almost pulls the hair out of his head in distress. Meanwhile, a very confused Jonny Hughes charges up and bumps Durden out of his way, not wanting to be left out of this situation.]

Hughes: What is this rubbish?! I don’t care what Durden has there, I just signed a contract with this man myself and you will not deny me my opportunity!

Gingerdude: Well, we do have a problem here don’t we...

[The Chairman takes a step back and takes a moment to examine both contracts. In the past he has had to deal with a few situations like this one, and he knows there is only one true solution that will keep everyone happy.]

Gingerdude: You both have the legal right to face Thunderkiss at Genocide and therefore neither of you will be denied that opportunity. On Saturday, both Mr. Hughes and Mr. Durden will fight for the World Title in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH UP!

TK: WHAT?!



Gingerdude: AND...it will be under the same stipulations that Thunderkiss and Hughes made earlier tonight - submission moves only! Now gentlemen, if you want to bicker over my decision, please come to my office and take a number, but be prepared for a very long wait. Goodnight!

[Wanting to remove himself from this situation AND Thunderkiss as much as possible, Gingerdude takes both contracts and exits the ring. Back inside, Thunderkiss can’t believe what has happened and rolls out of the ring beside himself. Kevin Anderson approaches hoping to get an one on one with his close friend, but an enraged TK pushes him down to the ground as he begins to make a march toward the Chairman’s office. As both Nick and Hughes look on in amusement at his dismay, they both suddenly realize that they now have another factor to deal with on Saturday. How they deal with each other will either provide more challenge for themselves OR for Thunderkiss. Wisely, they make the smart choice.]

Nick: Now I know you and I can hardly agree on the color of the sky these days, but if it's one thing we see eye to eye on, it's that we won't stand to see that pitiful excuse for human existence walk out as World Champion again. What do you say you and I work him down together, and once he's out of the way, let fate decide the true better man?

Hughes: You got it, but the moment he’s out of the match, all bets are off.

Nick: You got yourself a goddamn deal.

[Both men shake hands.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "Invasion of Love - Part 6” (Credit: FSX)

Midnight
3/2/08

It's always great when a magical turnaround occurs, isn't it? When things look there worst and you begin to believe there is no hope left, and suddenly something miraculous happens and there is a turn for the better. Lucky for Tim he had the advantage of trying to find a woman during the month of love and sweet romance, and the FSX was just effective enough as a threat to scare Sheena...well bringing on an attack of many gigantic women. Though his sacrifice to the feminists will never be forgotten, no matter through how much therapy he might endure, he succeeded in his goal. He got Tim a second chance, and without doing all of the work for him he's done everything possible to get our crazy hero laid tonight! Will it work? Probably not, as catching up with Tim and Sheena on their romantic stroll to her home things aren't going quite as planned..

Tim: All I'm trying to say is that you would be perfect for Hentai! You have that sort of animated sex appeal that you don't see in many real girls.

It seems that Tim has already lost track of his grand scheme to act normal for her and win her trust! Oh that crazy scamp! As Sheena's eyes dart back and forth between Tim and a nearby taxi in the distance, she seems to contemplate making a run for it...but that just wouldn't work!

Tim: I'm not making you uncomfortable, right? Because we can talk about something other then your body. I'm just making casual conversation.

Sheena: I asked about you, trying to get to know you. Then you asked if I'd ever done porn. I'm sorry, but what about that is casual?!

Tim: The part where we end up having casual sex! Ahahahaha

As Tim begins to bust a gut at his little joke, Sheena doesn't seem to find the humor in it. Realizing that she's just standing there with a disturbed look on her face, he slowly calms himself down and coughs quietly at the awkward silence.

Tim: My bad.

Sheena: Right...can you just walk me home already so the misery can come to an end?

Tim: What? But the misery has just began!

Sheena: ...What?

Tim: Hmm? Oh...I meant night. The night has just begun.... ... ..Misery to if your in to that kind of thing.

Sheena: You honestly can't get through a sentence without some sexual innuendo, can you?

Tim: In YOUR end-o!

Sheena: Oh, come on!

Tim: I wasn't a very loved child. Probably for the best, though! After all...your falling for me right now!

Sheena: What? No I'm not, your repulsing me-- Ack!!

How smooth of him! Calmly and casually he makes his prediction come through as he pushes her over with ease, grinning from ear to ear as she fell to the ground in a cry. Not sure what part of this will work out on someone over the age of six, however...

Sheena: What the fuck was that all about?!

Tim: Just having some fun. What's your problem, anyway? You haven't been giving me a chance all night. Don't judge me for who I am, or what I look like....or how I smell from time to time, or my poor diet.

Sheena: Well then how shoul--

Tim: Or the fact I've been comparing you to so many naked women I want to fuck, or the fact I thought about putting a top hat over my erection so you wouldn't notice it, or that I'm just trying to lose my virginity, maybe just find someone to care about me.

Sheena: You about done?

Tim: ...Yeah. I'll just go on my way then, since it's obvious you want nothing to do with me.

Sheena: Alright. Bye.

Tim seems a bit taken back at what she said, before nodding once and beginning to sulk off slowly away from her, constantly looking back over his shoulder to see if she had changed her mind as he eventually came to a complete stop and turned around to watch her from about a foot away.

Tim: Pleeease care about me? Please? I'm only acting out because I like you!

Sheena: No. Go away.

Tim: But come on, your so beautiful! Who wouldn't make an ass of themselves with nerves of being in the presence of someone they don't deserve?

Sheena: Fine, alright? You can still take me home, since we don't need to see a large nerd crying in the streets. Now help me up.

Tim: Yay! Victory!

With a rush of enthusiasm and vigor, Tim quickly makes his way over to her once again and pulls her up without much fuss, looking desperate to cling on to her or slap her ass, but restraining himself for the moment. They both stand their for a moment, before slowly walking down the street together in silence. It seems that Tim is using the acclaimed strategy that if he doesn't say anything he has a better chance then if he does say something, which is likely for the best with him involved. They both continue there silent stroll, before a man in a yellow hat jumps out from the bushes!

Man in the yellow hat: Hey you guys! Have you seen CG?

Sheena: I swear to god, if your talking about a monkey I will fucking kill you...

Tim: She means it too. Last person that ran up here making a bad parody got beat up. He was all 'BRING OUT YOUR DEAD! BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!' and she was like 'Nu uuuhhhh' and killed him good! She was like 'Your my dead! DEAL WITH IT!'

Sheena: Yeah, that's quite enough helping there Tim...

Tim: Gotcha.

As they both turned from their little conversation they took an immediate note that the man with the giant yellow hat had disappeared once again, leading them to simply shrug and continue on their way. A look back into those same bushes would of revealed that FSX had escaped his mighty feminist captures, and was giving Tim his last shot at love!....Tonight, anyway.

Sheena: You know, I honestly never took you for the kind of guy that would stand up for me.

Tim: Oh, I'd stand up for you all night long!

Sheena: What...?

Tim: That means I would do whatever it takes to win you back after all the foolish comments that I had made earlier!

Sheena: Oh...how sweet.

Tim: And that I would have an erection when doing so.

As Sheena watched Tim carefully as he made a snide comment under his breath, one has to wonder if his chances are finally getting better now that he's controlling his temptations. They did appear to be getting along better for the time being, and as another man hoped out of an all-new bush he appeared ready to protect her.

Sheena: Oh come on....what now?!

Tim: Wait a second...this guy looks familiar.

Man: What a horrible night to have a curse..

With a strike of lightning the man suddenly disappeared, and the moon was soon to follow it. A moment later, Sheena found herself clinging onto Tim as the street lights began to dim and some insane techno beats began to thump loudly in the background.

Sheena: What the fuck is going on..?!

Tim: There there, I'm sure if we stand in this spot for long enough everything will return to normal! Well we're here, I can distract you with more sexual innuendo if you like!

Sheena: I'd really rather you didn't.

Tim: It'll make you feel better! So...are you like Line Trap secretly?

Sheena: Who..?

Tim: She's this really attractive girl who I used to fap to all the time, and I do mean anytime I had the chance! She was so hot that I could just sing along to happiness I got from fapping to her.

Sheena: Yeah, that's really appropriate for a scary situation..make it disturbing too.

Tim: FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP!

Sheena: Stop singing!!....you better be singing.

As the sound of fapping continued in the cold air of the pitch black night, she shoved him to stop whatever sick thing he might be doing at the time, to which he gave her a pat on the back and came to a stop. Get it?

Sheena: So who was this Line Trap person?

Tim: Hmm? Oh, the twist was that she had a penis! It really was a depressing day for me to find out she was a guy with breasts, but what can you do? Warn people, that's what!

Sheena: So what your trying to say is that you got off to a transvestite and decided it would make me feel better to here about it..? What the hell is wrong with you?!

Tim: Distracted you from the darkness, didn't it?

Sheena: I guess you have a point...

Tim: Now that the story is out of the way, I'm sure something dramatic will happen!

And on cue, something dramatic did. As a bright and blinding light suddenly shot out from the sky, a scream was heard for a split second before being immediately silenced, and when the light disappeared all that was left was a camera on the ground. What has become of Tim and Sheena? Or worse, what has happened to the loyal camera man who has followed them around for all of this? I think it's about time for a shocking conclusion, but one thing is for sure....

ALIENS ARE IMPLIED!!

Fade out.

THE EXCITING CONCLUSION COMES AT GENOCIDE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: That “Other” Match / Credit: T-Kiss



Charlotte King: Thunderkiss, do you have a quick second?

Thunderkiss: No.

[Well so much for that ...]

Charlotte: Not even to give your opinion on who’s going to win between BK London & Adrian Flamingo this Saturday at Genocide?

TK: Now why would I concern myself with that Charlotte? Seriously. I’m a busy man with a lot of problems of his own, but since you DID bring the subject up ...

[Never camera shy, TK turns in its direction and transitions into the role of wrestling analyst so he can eagerly share his opinion with the world.]

TK: Well, first let me say that The Champ appreciates the fact that these two will be going at it earlier in the night because I need to have my crowd hot when I come down to the ring. Though I most certainly would work them up into a frenzy if they were bored, having them already up on their feet ready to scream their lungs out makes it easier for me.

[TK’s egocentric ways make it very easy for him to be amused with himself and he lets out a small chuckle before continuing.]

TK: Now Charlotte, I wish I could grant your request and pick a winner but its much harder than that. I’ve faced both men on multiple occasions, and believe me when I say they each have their own strengths and weaknesses. Flamingo is a natural in the ring. You have to have eyes in the back of your head with that guy because he’ll put you on your back for a three count before you even realize what happened. If Mickey is ringside, I don’t know how any man can go into that situation without being paranoid. BK London is the best pure athlete I’ve ever been in the ring with. He can brawl or pure out wrestle you. He adapts to your style, that’s what so dangerous about him. Add in one superkick that can knock you out in the blink of an eye, and you have a very dangerous man. This match can seriously go either way King and I can’t honestly pick a winner. But hey, maybe I’ll get lucky and a giant construction beam will fall down into the ring and crush them both!

[Before Charlotte and even give him a look of “are you serious,” Thunderkiss flees from the camera shot and heads off towards his original destination.]

[FADE]

-OOC-

BK,
Last month I had Thunderkiss say that you were the franchise player here in ACW. Though that was IC, I honestly do feel the same out of character. The standard you have set should be the example anyone with ACW ambitions should follow. I know I have. When I won the title last month, one of the reasons it meant so much is because in order to do it I had to beat you. It’s a milestone to achieve victory over BK London and it certainly was one of my goals. I knew if I ever want to be remembered as a “great,” I had to beat you, that’s how much you mean to ACW.

I want you to know that the work that you do for us is greatly, greatly appreciated. I don’t know how many people know, but BK actually adjusts his school schedule around ACW posting. That is incredible and should be appreciated by everyone on the entire roster. I can relate on how college work can build up and overwhelm someone. Getting Meltdown posted every week on time with your busy schedule shows the utmost dedication you have for us. Tonight we return the favor and show you our dedication towards you.

I’ve had a blast during the two times we’ve worked together and I look forward to the next. Thank you BK for all you do for us. You are most defiantly a cog in the ACW machine, and without you it just wouldn’t run right.

~TK

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: The Steel Mile (Credit: AK / Hunter)

The show is in its final break of the night, and out in the arena proper the crowd is humming with a rare sort of anticipation. Expectations are high, even in ACW terms, and this feeling has crossed to the crew backstage who are milling around near the small holding area behind the curtain.

There is a momentary change in the atmosphere, a kind of drawing breath, as several pairs of eyes all turn in the same direction and then deliberately shift away, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Alicia expected as much; it’s a strange situation for everyone to approach, and though she is externally looking cool and collected, all kinds of thoughts are running through her head.

There are some people who easily discount the significance of a night like tonight. After all, in a competitive and pressured world, it's almost unheard of for someone in Alicia's line of work to make a clean break, never to set foot in a wrestling ring again. And perhaps they're right; at just a little less than 30 years old, she hardly feels decrepit, or left behind in the skill stakes. There could be one-off appearances, maybe even a return in time in a different capacity; the options are certainly there.

And yet, in another way, there is an unavoidable finality about what is about to unfold. Whatever else the future may bring, Alicia knows somewhere inside of her that this is the last time she can be certain of entering the crucible at her full powers, 100% a WRESTLER with no other commitments competing for a piece of her soul. Silently adjusting the collar of her coat, she smiles a little; this is her one remaining chance to let everything else fall by the wayside, and give herself up to the pure rush, the roar of the crowd...

Her reverie is pierced by a movement out of the corner of her eye, relaxed yet pin-sharp – the trademark of one of her own kind. Hunter is brushing off the complaints of the floor manager that they're dangerously close to slipping behind schedule, and Alicia chuckles at her opponent's brazen approach. Flexing his arm muscles a few times, Hunter casts her a glance with that notorious smirk of his, and Alicia raises an eyebrow.

Alicia: You're looking swarthy tonight. I hope you're up for a fight and a half.

Hunter: If that one half is the half you put up when I beat you, sure.

Alicia rolls her eyes.

Hunter: Either way, I don't plan on letting any sort of other circumstances getting in my way. A match is a match, and I intend on finishing it regardless of the victor.

Alicia nods.

Alicia: Yes, I thought you'd be of that mind. That suits me just fine, bucko. It wouldn't be any fun at all if you folded before the river, after all.

Hunter does not respond; it's one of those slightly awkward situations where neither of them knows what to say. But Alicia has something she needs to express, and she twists the wedding ring on her left hand a few times while she comes up with the right words.

Alicia: Seriously, though...I'm glad to have this match with you, Andrew. I so wanted to have this last chance to push myself as far as I can go...and, if you'll pardon my ego, there's only a handful of people in this company who I believe can stand up to me in full flow.

Hunter: Well, yeah. Two-time champ right here, remember? There's a reason for that, and you'd naturally choose me over the walking ego that is BK London.

Alicia: Well, quite. The thing is, I want everyone out there in that arena to remember this as one of the great matches...and I can't do that alone. No one can do that alone...

She pauses, a sigh escaping her lips, and looks up at the strip lighting above.

Alicia: Because if there's one thing I believe in, after four years in this federation, it's that you don't capture hearts and minds just by blindsiding your rivals, or talking people down, however eloquently you phrase it. That stuff gets you attention, but it doesn't etch itself into the fabric of someone's memory, because anyone could do the same with little effort. In the end, it's all about elevation - for me, for my opponent, for the crowd...so that when that bell rings, everyone feels that they've shared in something extraordinary. If I can do that, then I'll walk out of here with no regrets.

She looks back at Hunter, and a smirk of her own manifests itself. Hunter looks down at his feet, refusing to lock eyes with her, standing quite solemnly.

Alicia: Not that you should take that to mean you're off the hook, mate, I want that three count off of you and I mean to get it, however much I need to kick your arse around that ring.

Hunter: Oh you sure talk the talk, woman, but I think I've proven time and time again in the past that I can hold my own against you. We've had some amazing matches in the past. But the best ones? Well I won them, naturally. And something tells me that this'll be the best match we'll ever put on.

He pauses, and a brief chuckle escapes him. He cannot help himself.

Hunter: Besides, I don't do happy endings.

Alicia catches his eye, and for a moment they are reminded of the things they have experienced together, good and bad alike; the memories are such that no further comment is required. The atmosphere is changing again, and even though neither of them can see through the entrance curtain, they instinctively sense Philip entering the ring, mic in hand.

It's time, and Hunter steps forward. The sound of his entrance theme swells in the arena, and he steps forward for a moment, and then stops. He realizes the consequence of this action, but for that one moment he does not particularly care. He turns back to Alicia and looks into her eyes as she looks back at him, somewhat surprised by his general calm and frozen nature.

Hunter: Good luck.

And with that, he penetrates the barrier and dissolves into the blazing light, as if evolving into something bigger than himself. That precise moment sends a shiver up Alicia's spine, and it's as if static is building up in her as the seconds pass. She knows there is more to Hunter's words than it seems, and for that brief moment, she smiles. The seconds and the static seem to both drag, and pass all too quickly...and then it's her turn.

She takes a breath, and goes forward, crossing the threshold for one last dance...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: Hunter vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune

We cut backward slightly in time to see Hunter appear on the other side of the curtain, as “1776” assaults the collected eardrums of the massed fans. Philip is in the ring, for his last duty of the night.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is our main event and is an intergender singles match, set for one fall! Introducing first, from Rochester, NY… HUNTER!

Like him or loathe him, not one person can take their gaze away from the form of Andrew Hunter as he proceeds down the ramp, and into the ring. The crowd is running hot, and Hunter circles all the turnbuckles, pacing out his territory and looking deadly serious about his intentions. This just gets the fans even more revved up… and then the opening chiming chords of “Fly” by Hilary Duff send things over the edge, the sound becoming all-consuming so that Philip has to bellow to get above it.

Philip: And his opponent, from London, England… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!!

There is that pause, that momentary pause, and then she appears, light overwhelming her from just about every camera in the place. She almost can’t see, and yet she experiences everything with an exceptional clarity, taking in as much as she possibly can. For a few seconds she waits before setting her foot on the incline, and walking slowly down; she walks all the way around the ring, brushing hands with McNally and Edison, before climbing up the stairs and stepping through the ropes.

She too goes to all four corners, pausing long enough to let people grab an image, form a memory to last a lifetime, perhaps. Then the minutae of the pre-match takes over; extraneous clothes are dispensed with, and head referee Raymond Allen Fleming makes sure everything is exactly as it should be.

Alicia and Hunter take one more look at one another, and it’s game on, with no continues.

Bell Rings.

Since neither competitor in this match has any predisposition to long, drawn-out waiting games, it comes as no surprise to anyone present that the action kicks off instantly and, in fact, literally, with AK coming off her mark straight into a lashing kick which forces Hunter to bridge back and dodge it. As he does so, he leaves no one in any doubt of his intentions by dropping low and sweeping AK’s other leg; the result seems certain to be an unceremonious landing on her backside, but AK reacts at top speed to arch her back and catch herself on her hands, backflipping over into a crouch and then lunging forward into a tackle to Hunter’s midsection. The surprise works, and brings both of them crashing hard to the mat; AK smacks Hunter around the head with forearm blows a couple of times and tries to hold his shoulders down, but RAF barely even gets a knee to the canvas before Hunter kicks out.

Having skidded close to the ropes, Hunter uses them to his advantage, and throws himself against them to build sudden and unexpected speed, which allows him to deliver a powerful clothesline. AK’s back takes the hit, and Hunter adds to the pressure with a rapid elbow drop; he hooks the leg, and RAF gets in a 1 count, but AK breaks away without too much difficulty. ACW’s senior referee has to back away swiftly, as the two are already on their feet and the fists are flying; Hunter gets in a couple of glancing blows, then AK stabilizes her guard, parrying off a series of shots and then shoving in a knee to Hunter’s lower midriff. Hunter, though, shows precisely why he’s known as the Master of the Counter, sucking up the pain and getting his hands underneath AK’s uplifted thigh to perform a fast and impressive throw, swinging his opponent right over his head before slamming her down and rolling backward into an instant pin. RAF is there at once, and the first real pin attempt gets a solid two, as well as plenty of approval from the crowd.

Her shoulder stinging. AK knows all too well that she can’t let any one area of her body be subjected to excessive pressure, and for the first time she takes up a fully defensive stance, waiting for Hunter to make the next move. The two-times champion is naturally suspicious of this, and a brief pause results, the two of them circling once, slowly, before both seemingly making the same choice at the same moment and launching themselves toward one another. Hunter has the greater mass, and the greater strength; but AK is quick, and at the last possible second springs upward, planting her hands on Hunter’s back as he gets in range, shoulders dropped down. There is an “Oooooh!” from the crowd as AK thus avoids her foe, and this quickly becomes an “OOOOOH!” as Hunter takes a gamble, comes to a rapid halt, and loses the dice throw as Alicia hooks him up under the arms, and uses all the power in her lower body gained from 48 months of constant training to carry off a perfect German Suplex. They roll in opposite directions on landing, AK the first to reach the vertical, and she underlines her point with a Harley Race knee as Hunter is hurrying to stand. It dazes her opponent so that she can get a proper shot at the pinfall; RAF gives the 2, and then instinct and skill kick in, allowing Hunter, conversely, to kick out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

At this point, AK has two choices; play it safe, and move far enough away to gain some thinking time, or strike while the iron is hot. Still feeling strong enough in herself to choose the high stakes, she nips up and scoots over to the nearest corner, climbing up and turning back to face the ring as quickly as she can. She’s sure Hunter will be right behind her, and she’s correct – she finds herself literally nose to nose with her opponent, and the crowd leaps as one on to its feet as Hunter pulls off a mighty Superplex which makes the entire ring shake. With his hand now firmly on the rudder, Hunter demonstrates his power through another classic technique, a stalling suplex – it’s considerably easier with a lightweight opponent, but he refrains from making the stall too long in case AK has a counter or two of her own up her sleeves. Another pin attempt, and another two count are the payoff; though he may be having the best of things at present, Hunter’s own sneaky side counsels him against being too cocky.

Unfortunately for Hunter, his “performance artiste” side shouts more loudly, and Hunter signals for the Elbow Driver, getting the crowd undoubtedly whipped up, but also piquing AK’s own attention. As he lifts her on to his shoulders, the double-champ discovers his grip is not all it ought to be – AK slips free, catch hold of his arm as she slides back to a standing position, and leans back into the pivot which accelerates her opponent straight into the corner, chest first. Staggering, Hunter grabs the ropes to steady himself and brace against any charging attack – but this isn’t what AK has in mind. Showing that she’s still able to innovate, she runs to the ropes nearby, grabs them, jumps up and twists around to face forward, and then leaps up into a missile dropkick to the back of her foe’s head. She rolls over in the air and lands in a less than pretty fashion - but the payoff is worth it, as Hunter suffers not only a tide-turning crack to the rear of his head, but also takes an impact to the front from the recoil as his head hits the turnbuckle. It’s extremely fortunate that the buckle is padded; even with the protection, Hunter reels and is totally compromised on balance for several seconds, and the noise in the arena peaks as the crowd yell for something special. Gathering her wits, AK knows precisely what to do; she pulls herself up, grabs Hunter, and runs him straight at the corner, going for the Fox Flip. The fans go barmy, and something clicks in Hunter’s brain; even though he’s still confused, muscle memory helps him to once again counter, stopping AK from flipping herself over and instead performing a backbreaker, driving her down on to his knee. AK’s expression visibly crumples in pain as she drops to the mat, arm hanging over the edge of the ring on one side; but Hunter is still dazed, and unable to maximize the gain through a pin.Instead, he has to clutch the ring rope to stabilize himself, as he struggles to get his mental state back in some kind of order.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

A couple of seconds pass, and RAF moves to examine both participants; he wants no injuries on his watch, and begins a 10 count. The distinctive voice rallies the troops, and Hunter and AK both haul themselves back to their feet before the 6 is called; AK shoves her hair back, and with a look of intent closes the gap to her foe. She lets rip with the fastest barrage of kicks yet – Hunter blocks masterfully, but still has to fall back to the ropes, and with a huge effort AK catches him off guard with not a kick, but a swinging arm lariat which sends Hunter over the top rope. He clings on, and Alicia backs up before rushing forward; Hunter lets go to dodge as AK jumps to the top rope, and – leaps right over the gap on the outside to land on the announce table, scattering paper everywhere. The sight of AK, Hunter and a table all within the same small area produces an almighty “TABLES!” chant; Hunter puts his hand on his hip and smirks, indicating that he’s certainly not going to fall for that again. AK raises an eyebrow, and jumps down to solid ground; at once Hunter charges her, and spears her back against the railings. The crowd yells, and Hunter once again takes the lead, landing a series of blows before AK can get clear.

AK is stuck… and so she throws caution to the wind, and brings her knees up to kick Hunter square in the chest. This sends him backward powerfully, and he’s lucky there are no steel steps at that corner; sprawled, he is open to attack, and AK takes full advantage, getting up on the apron before using a moonsault to flatten him further. With the count having largely gone unnoticed, the shout of “seven!” brings them both back to their senses, and their feet; neither wants this to end anything other than spectacularly, and they both pull themselves back into the ring.

The noise, by now, is becoming immense, and something changes in AK’s eyes. She couldn’t feel more alive, and seeing Hunter’s chest starting to heave from the effort so far, she decides to show him, and everyone else, just what she’s made of. Her steps become firm, and she makes eye contact for a fraction of a second with a look which almost makes Hunter’s heart slam itself out of his chest-

WHAM. AK doesn’t hit him on the first pass; instead, she thunders to his right, jumps, twists, and kicks off from the top of the post into an almost horizontal flying leap which connects at enormous force and brings them both crashing to the mat. To those educated in MMA, what follows is the “high mount with strikes”; to everyone else, it translates as WALLOPING THE HOLY FUCK out of your opponent, and Hunter’s brain threatens to quit on him under the ferociousness of the attack. The sheer, off-the-hook power leaves everyone reeling, not just Hunter, and AK pins with the blood still thumping in her ears, 1….2…thr-

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

It’s not so much a pin break as an explosion of will, as Hunter throws AK off and kips up, sending the crowd into a frenzy. There’s not even a millisecond’s pause before the pair clash, and this time it’s utterly even, blow for blow – until AK makes a critical error, and mis-times a shot. Hunter needs nothing more, and almost blows the roof off with a Shotgun of extreme prejudice; he pins, and AK looks to be out of it, 1…2…. NO! Not enough, and AK turns the pin over in a flash, 1-
Hunter breaks free, and leaps up, going straight for the Floyd Kick while AK is bent over. She senses it, drops and rolls; Hunter turns on a dime and comes back, the crowd is impossibly hyped as the gap between them expires…

Hunter connects savagely – but in doing so, leaves himself open for AK to pivot and slam her own foot into the side of his head. They both go down, and the fans, who are already up, almost lose it as RAF counts.

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

7…

At eight, Hunter stirs, and AK is just behind him. They’re both battered and groggy… but a three count is the only one which will do for either of them. Just barely, they both make it to their feet, and even RAF seems to give them that extra half-second before the 10…

Hunter is the one who risks it all, moving in. AK times her move to the split second; she side-steps, kicks him in the gut, and then releases the EMP, right on target. Hunter feels the rush of air, and dodges – and then, without even really thinking, dodges again, so that AK’s second foot also fails to connect, leaving her with her back to him. She’s wide open…

But Hunter doesn’t attack; he doesn’t even move. He waits for her to turn around. It’s a tiny event, but one which holds great significance.

AK dives and rolls under his punch – but can’t avoid the mule kick which follows. She staggers, and Hunter commits, grasping, shifting her quickly into the Torture Rack position, and then nailing the Volcano Driver with every last bit of energy he has in him. AK’s muscles all tighten at once, and then she lies still after the piledriver; Hunter collapses into the pin.

1……….2……3.

He rolls off of her, and lies still, barely even hearing the eruption of sound all around him.

Philip: Here is your winner…. HUNTER!!!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The place is close to a kind of joyful anarchy as Hunter’s music plays. For several seconds, neither superstar moves; there’s nothing left in either tank. In fact, Alicia is the first to sit up, though not by much; she holds her head, every part of her body aching, and for a couple of moments feels the weight of the loss. But it doesn’t endure, because she knows she gave everything, and who can ever produce a better performance than that?

It takes a few further seconds for Hunter to be sure that he’s not passed out and started hallucinating; when the “win” hits, his expression of triumph is quite something. He stands up, and raises his arms, and the crowd responds to a truly epic performance from the two-times champion. Alicia smiles, and picks herself up off the floor; she waits for Hunter to finish posing for a vocal group of fans near one corner, and then offers the victor her hand.

Hunter pauses, and then takes it… but instead of shaking, he holds her arm aloft. And the sound the crowd makes then is the one Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune will hear in her sweetest dreams until her dying day…

It is said that the only thing which can kill a Kitsune is the pain of regret. In its total absence, Alicia experiences a moment of pure joy, and a fleeting glimpse of immortality.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[Lass Sarin]

AK--You left the way you came: gracious, graceful, dedicated, and supremely talented. Mere words don't do your reign justice. Your character will be sorely missed.

And BK, we LOVE you! <3

Fantastic show, everyone.