Monday Night Warfare 7th April 2008

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Unexpected Guests (Credit: Flamingo/BK London)

As the cameras opened, Kevin Anderson did his best to straighten out that oh so elusive tie that never seemed to want to sit right despite how much he worked at it. With a quick tease of his thick curly hair, Kevin held up his official ACW microphone (not for sale anytime soon) and went straight to business.

Kevin Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, over the past few months, the blood feud between BK London and Adrian Flamingo has been heating up well past sweltering. As it stands, Adrian Flamingo has a victory over BK London who is hoping to avenge his knee problems caused by Adrian and rid himself of him once and for all. However, a few weeks ago, this feud has taken an interesting twist as we are rapidly approaching Fallen Heroes. To make a long story short, Chairman Gingerdude announced a competition between the two where the winner gets to pick not only their entry number into the battle royal, but the other man's as well. Tonight, my guest is Adrian Flamingo.

With a quick smirk and a gallant stride, Adrian Flamingo stepped up beside Kevin. Naturally with Mickey and his new asian counterpart at his side.

Kevin Anderson: Naturally, the first thing I want to say is that I feel Gingerdude stepped over the line last week with his decision over your match with Jason Freeman.

Adrian's smirk got larger as Mickey shoved between Adrian and Kevin and seized the microphone for himself.

Mickey Flamingo: Stepped over the line? STEPPED over the line? That no-good, smooth-dressin' fink got in a gawddamn ATV and jumped that line, the sumofabitch! Now, I dun' know about yew Kevin, but I don't believe there was anytheng in the rules about using old finishers. Plain and simple, we got screwed harder than a 16 year old Jewish girl in a Nazi Germany concintratun camp!

Kevin Anderson quickly seized the microphone back from Mickey with a panicked look on his face. Speaking of crossing lines, Mickey may have just done it. Kevin looked over to Adrian for some kind of help, but Adrian was too busy giggling like a school girl with Alex.

Kevin Anderson: What's with them?

Mickey Flamingo: Them? Pfft, they've been like this for 'ours. I dun't know why, that boy over thar dudn't even speak Anglish.

Kevin Anderson: Well, Mickey, do you think that... well, do you think that Adrian is going to replace me with him? I mean, I've got a lot of people mad at me for all the stuff I've helped you guys pull off!

Mickey Flamingo: Replace yew? Naw, boy, yer one of us! Hell, I'd call yew Kevin Flamingo if I didn't think that the boss would hate it so much! Yer last name may be Anderson, but yer as much of a Flamingo as me or Addie.

Kevin sighed out in relief.

Kevin Anderson: You have no idea how much that means to me, Mick. I swear, if I couldn't rely on you guys to have my back, I'd be a sitting duck for B...

Before Kevin could even finish his name, BK tapped him on the shoulder. Kevin slowly turned around to see a smiling BK London who flinched like he was about to hit Kevin. In response, Kevin took off down the hallway until he was ran face first into a door as it was being opened by an office worker.

BK London laughs.

BK London: Boy, even when I don't touch him, he seems to get knocked out everytime I'm around.

He now turns his attention over to the trio and finds himself staring at the ACW newcomer, Hirosuke.

BK London: And who may this be?

Mickey Flamingo: Don't yew worry who he is!

Ignoring Mickey's comment, he steps past both members of the Flamingo family and stares at Hirosuke, or Alex. Hirosuke stands perfectly still, only returning BK London's stare with a glare of his own. BK can't help but notice the face paint falling from his eyes, the mohawk on the top of his head, and the fact that he's Japanese. All three attributes that neither Flamingo posses.

Mickey Flamingo: What are yew doin'? Checkin' him out!

BK London: So, this the third member of the Flamingo family, huh? I guess they've never heard of the pill where you guys come from.

Adrian suddenly snaps out of his giggling ways, as BK London turns back toward his rival.

BK London: But back to the point at hand, you know, it's a shame you can have me pass out with that little Flamingo Clutch you have, but you can't defeat Freeman without using your finisher. You don't deserve to even be in this competition.

Mickey clinched his fists as he tried to force his way to BK. but Adrian jerks him back by the collar of his robe.

Adrian Flamingo: Mickey, you and Alex check on Kevin. The dumb bastard probably broke his nose.

Mickey grumbled along the lines of "yes, Addie" before grabbing Alex by the neck of his Misfits t-shirt and drug him down the hallway to scoop up Kevin and drag him towards the nurse's station. Adrian turned to face BK while all of this was going on.

Adrian Flamingo: And as for you? Well BK, you're just lucky Gingerdude doesn't understand the concept of loopholes or you'd be the one who was down by one. I don't know why you're fighting so hard to get to me, BK, because at the end of the day I'm always going to be one step ahead of you. You may as well give up now and walk away with whatever dignity you can muster.

BK got face to face with Adrian as his eyes lit up.

BK London: One step ahead of me, huh? From what I see, I'm the one trailing ahead by one in this competition. Listen "Addie", the reason I'm fighting so hard to get a rematch is because I know that I can beat you. I know it. The wrestlers know it. And the fans know it. You and your hick of an Uncle took me out before the match, which put me at a severe disadvantage in the match....but that won't happen again. I now know better than to fall for one of your tricks, I know better than to fall for one of your little schemes. You see, since I returned, I only fueled myself on rage. All I wanted to do was gain my retribution for you injuring me last year, and that rage ended up being my downfall when I fell into your trap. But no more will I let the rage burning inside of me consume me like it has for the past 8 months. You're looking at the old BK London again Adrian, with maybe a dash of the new BK London inside. And let's just say, in your case, that's a recipe for disaster.

Adrian Flamingo: We'll see about that, Family Man.

BK London went to speak again, but two figures rushed past the camera, practically knocking the poor camera man on his ass. The figures were merely a flash of colors as they both pummeled the unsuspecting Adrian Flamingo and BK London. Adrian and BK both made an effort to fight back, but BK was floored with a Polish Hammer that could snap the neck of any normal man. Adrian Flamingo managed to take down and even get in a few blows, but his offense was brought to a halt when he was knocked out from behind with a lead pipe by the remaining figure.

Quick boots to the heads, necks, and backs were finally enough to keep the two ACW superstars down long enough for the cameraman to refocus his camera to reveal - Daniel Ness and El Froggy Mask.

The fans of Fallout know full well who these two are, and both BK London and Adrian Flamingo now know what pain they can inflict, first hand. Once they turned from their respective opponents for Thursday and the two shared a brief staredown as they separated and left down different corridors.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: ACW Championship
Fallen Souls vs. Aiden Joseph (Credit: Dan White)

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the World Heavyweight Championship!

Mixture of cheers and boos, the cheers for the match, the boos for AJ

Philip: Coming first to the ring, from San Fernando, California, weighing at 353 lbs…a representative of the Senatorial Stable, he is the ACW World Heavyweight Champion…Aidan Joseph!

* “White Rabbit” by Collide begins to bounce itself off of the arena speakers ... *

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice ... When she was just small

* The lights dim their way to a complete blackout. On the side screens come two letters - “A” & “J.” One would think that the simplicity of this display would not garner much attention but this line of thought is far from the truth. Immediately the crowd turns into a frenzy sea of spectators, practically clamoring over one another to get the perfect view. *

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice ... I think she'll know

* An explosion heralds the playing of Aiden’s Alpha Tron video. Golden sparks flow down from the top of the big screen onto the stage below - and there he is. Stepping out from the tunnel, he now swims through a sea of gold. Memorized by the experience, he extends his hand outward in front of him and watches the sparks dance upon his skin. Immediately his senses heighten and a euphoria overtakes his body. *

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:

* Calls of “I love you Aiden” emanate from the capacity crowd sounding like a sweet symphony as far as he is concerned. He now stands on top of the ramp way for a few seconds to soak up all the admiration that comes his way. Wanting to touch the thing so many desire, he raises his hand to his mouth and brushes his index finger across his lips. The scene causes mass shrieking from the crowd, loud enough to almost pierce eardrums. *

Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head.

* He hits the isle with a walk that inserts envy into the hearts of those who despise him. Now ringside, he enters by diving his body underneath the bottom rope. Stopping in the middle of the ring, he drives his groin into the canvas a few times causing another uproar from female fandom. As soon as he rises up from his feet, he turns to the crowd and brushes his hair back to get a better look at them. He continues to entertain and It isn’t until the bell rings that Aiden even realizes that this isn’t just another photo op, but rather a wrestling match *

Philip: And the challenger, from Seoul, South Korea, weighing at 192 lbs…Fallen Souls!!

Oh, come on! >.> Make this up yourself, lazy people! It shouldn't be all that hard!

Bell rings

AJ and FSX closely circle the ring, and engage in a lock up. AJ effortlessly throws X to the floor, but X is quick to his feet, shrugging his shoulders. He rushes at AJ, but the world champ simply slams him to the ground in a powerslam. Now AJ is only a few pounds shy of being twice X’s weight, so the former two-time International Champion has to be careful, as he gets to his feet again, this time less agile. The two lock up, and AJ throws X into the turnbuckle. X stumbles out of it, and falls into an Atomic Drop. He holds his manhood as he falls to the ground, and AJ poses for the crowd, generating a massive jeer. But X gets back to his feet. These fans were the ones who booked him into this match, and he’s not prepared to let this opportunity fly by him. He rushes forward, arms flailing, and attacks AJ with as much effort as he can, with the fans cheering him on. He forces AJ into a turnbuckle, holding his hands up to protect his head as X continues the barrage of elbows, forearms and fists.

X leaves the corner, and AJ stumbles forward. X then hits off the ropes, and plants the World Champ with a swinging neckbreaker. AJ’s on his back, and X makes the cover, only getting a two count. He’s frustrated, but gets back to his feet, more determined than ever. He lifts AJ up, and attempts an Irish Whip. AJ reverses it, and X is sent to the ropes, but he ducks AJ’s clothesline attempt. AJ turns around, and is greeted with a hurricanrana. The crowd is getting on X’s side again as he gets to his feet, and begins stomping AJ. The referee however butts in, forcing X away, to the jeers of the crowd. X starts to complain, but doesn’t bother as Aidan gets to his feet. He turns to face X, and the two lock up again. AJ tries to get his hands around X’s head, but X is too quick, slipping under AJ’s arms and behind him. AJ is almost helpless as X leaps into the air and hits a powerful dropkick, sending AJ onto all fours. X gets to his feet again, hitting the ropes and taking AJ down with a knee to the face.

X makes the cover again, but again AJ kicks out after the two. Both men get up, and X is really trying for this win. He kicks AJ down below, hitting the ropes again. He attempts to go for a second hurricanrana, but AJ spins X into a thunderous (no pun intended) Powerbomb, shaking the ring and arena aplenty. It silences as AJ makes the cover, but X kicks out of two! It’s no over yet, as they say. Both men again get to their feet. They lock up, but fatigue is taking a toll on X, and AJ throws him at the ropes, grounding him with a clothesline. AJ lifts him up again, and gets prepared for the Heaven’s Door. But X realises this, breaks out of his death-ness and panics, sliding behind AJ to the floor. He rolls on his feet, hits the ropes and AJ turns in time to see a flying forearm crack him in the face. He doesn’t fall, but clearly hurt as the fans cheer X on. X then hits the ropes again, and this time a baseball slide to the shins does the trick, as AJ falls to the ground like a falling tree, X getting out the way.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

X begins to climb to the top turnbuckle, and looks around the arena. He leaps off, darting an elbow into the chest of AJ. He picks AJ up, and throws him into a turnbuckle, and begins unleashing punch after punch. Each punch drains away the World champ, until he finally has enough, pushing X across the ring. X hits the referee, who falls to the ground, and turns around to receive a clothesline to the face. The hype from the crowd quickly quietens as AJ hits the ropes, planting an Atomic Leg drop. He’s aware the referee’s down, and lifts X up again, forcing him into the turnbuckle. He throws a punch, but FSX ducks it and escapes the turnbuckle. AJ has no time to turn around, and X dropkicks AJ in the back. AJ is firmly in the turnbuckle, as X lifts him out of it. He knows that the Soul Transfer would be too hard to hit on such a big person, so instead bounces off the bottom rope, onto the second, and into the Frozen Motion! The pop is growing evermore as X gets up off of AJ.

He looks around though, and instead of going for the pin climbs to the top rope. He looks around the arena, and smiles, launching himself into the Defiance of Death and planting AJ profoundly. No man would be able to kick out of those two moves and FSX awaits the cover: 1……2……3!!!

Philip: Here is your winner….AND NEW WORLD CHAMPION…FALLEN SOULS!!!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

…gotcha!

There is of course no referee, and FSX looks around, angry that the referee is still knocked down and out. He furiously gets off AJ, and crawls over to the referee, checking the limp, lifeless body that has possibly cost him the World Title. FSX shrugs his shoulders, accepting nothing could be done about it, and lifts AJ up. He kicks AJ in the stomach, doubling him over, and hits another swinging neckbreaker. AJ is almost certainly down and out, and FSX lifts him up again. He attempts to go for the Rainbow STO (it all rhymes!) but as the referee slowly begins to move, AJ sticks a hand out and smashes X hard in the groin. There certainly won’t be any little X’s anytime soon as AJ hits the Goodnight Kiss, and makes the cover, getting a very slow 1-2-3 from the near-dead referee.

Philip: Here is your winner, and still World Champion…Aidan Joseph!!

“White Rabbit” hits again, and AJ is relieved more than anyone to still hold the world title, but the arena is ready to tear him a new one as he rolls out the ring, knowing that he cheated to keep his belt. He walks up the ramp, showing off the belt towards FSX, who is slowly recovering from the Axe Bomber. AJ leaves, and X gets to his feet, getting a hot reception from the fans. But it’s by no means over, and he knows he should be World Champion.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Another Day... (Credit: FSX)

A few minutes later

Sweating, exhausted, and disappointed. I'm sure we've all been in such a situation where things have just gone array and nothing worked out the way you hoped it would. So unfortunate, and occasionally unbearable. After all the promises that Fallen had made over the past few weeks, stating over and over how he had been held back over the years and deserved his chance in the main event, and in the world title picture...for it all to come to this is quite surreal. It seems that Fallen was wrong, or at least it does appear that way following his failure to capture the World Title. Tears hidden in his eyes as he covered them for the moment, ignoring and passing all those that tried to come in contact with him as he stumbled in a fit through the backstage area, he finally found himself in a place of seclusion and allowed himself to break down for the moment, dropping to the floor as he stared to the ground and shook his head in disbelief over what had occurred. How could things of happened this way..? Gripping at his head, he began to curse silently to himself as he ran over the events of what happened..where did he go wrong?

FSX: It makes no sense...how could everyone else of been right? After all these years, how could they of known that I wasn't meant to be the star I always imagined I'd be? How could I just be so..so wrong about everything?!

Letting out a cry he swung back and slammed a fist into the wall, shaking his head in disbelief still as he allowed himself to look up. The camera caught a single look at the distraught face he showed, utterly depressed and defeated, before he shielded his weakness from it once again. Everyone is human, after all, but still he was determined to keep up appearences..but did it really matter anymore?

FSX: I thought everything was going as planned. I really did. I thought I had control over the situation..I thought I had control over my destiny!! Could this all be real? No..no..it has to be a dream. I couldn't of screwed up like this. I couldn't of left everything I had behind for a chance just to blow it! This isn't right! It can't be right!!

Seeming to tremble as he hugged onto his knees for the moment, going through a breakdown in the shadows as everything that he had done appeared for naught, the camera zoomed close to him once again as to get a better look at him. Absolutely pathetic. Had he really surrendered so easily? It's just a setback! Could one match of meant so much?

FSX: Everyone was right after all, I guess... Regardless of everything that man is going through in his life right now, and regardless of the fact he only has the stray fan left in the world...he still managed to overcome. He still defended the title successfully. What advantage didn't I have? I know I had the emotion, why didn't I have the heart?!

Beginning to sob audibly, he clutched at his hair once again as he shook his head and didn't seem to truly care that the camera was watching him anymore. What did it matter? Why should he care anymore?

FSX: I let everyone down..after everything, I couldn't do a damn thing to make things better. I couldn't prove a damn thing, and I made myself a joke. Why did I even believe I could do anything when I so obviously couldn't? Why didn't I just listen to those that were trying to help me? Senator only kept me in his shadows to hide my flaws from the world..that must of been it. He protected me from the shame that was bound to come if I tried to make it for myself..I should of known.

??: I never thought I'd see the day you were so pathetic...

Freezing for a moment, a sniffling Fallen looked up as he heard the voice and seemed to break up even more for a moment as he spotted who it was. Ginger himself was standing their with a satisfied smirk on his face, and why wouldn't he be? Everything that he predicted would happen had happened.

Ginger: Just look at yourself. Your so pitiful!

FSX: What do you want...? Can't you leave me to my misery?

Ginger: Why would I miss the chance to bask in someone else failing? Don't you know me?

FSX: Whatever...you were right. I admit it. The pressure was too much..or maybe I just wasn't good enough. I don't know..but you were right, that much is for sure.

Ginger: Really, your giving up just like that? How the hell am I supposed to get any satisfaction from this if your just going to roll over and die like a baby?!

FSX: I don't care about your fucking satisfaction. All I care about is the fact I let everyone down.

Burrowing his face into his knees once again, Fallen returned to his writhing mess of depression as Ginger could only shake his head in disgust. Though Fallen had never been a true adversary to him, it was still embarrassing to see a man give up so quickly.

Ginger: That's your problem, Fallen. You don't even take a moment to think that you could of won the match.

FSX: I thought I could of. I really did, damn it! I believed I had what it took to be on the top..but I guess I don't.

Ginger: Well, maybe you don't if your gonna start wailing every time you lose a match. Do you think that people just get things right there first try?

FSX: Well, Aiden one all of his first title matches..

Ginger: It takes years for someone to reach the top. Just because he got lucky doesn't mean that everyone will. Others have to fight tirelessly. Never giving up on themselves when they suffer a setback and trying again and again.

Rubbing at his eyes, Fallen takes a moment to look up to the Chairman once again as he seemed to of broken into a motivational speech. This was a bit of an odd scene considering the personality of the man, but regardless it wasn't as if FSX cared if their were ill intentions.

FSX: I've been wrestling for over ten years. I've been training for this for as long as I can honestly remember, and that really isn't very long considering how many concussions I've had to endure. I've suffered temporary blindness and literal insanity. I've fought men on every continent, and I do literally mean every continent. I've done everything I can...yet I still failed to beat a man who was probably taught to wrestle from a two week course. I made promises that I didn't keep, and only proved that things are the way they are for a reason.

Ginger: Oh come on! Everyone endures the same general crap, Fallen! Get over it or just quit the damn business, I could really care less either way. If you want to just give up because of one loss then be my guest, but don't do it because you didn't keep promises. Because you didn't rock the foundation of how things work around here! Do it because you can't get up in the morning and say you love this business. Because you have no will left to fight in you. Because you don't have the passion you once did

FSX: I don't know if I do anymore...

Ginger: Then your clearly not the man I thought you were. Your just a punk with no potential and no chance.

Shaking his head for a moment, Ginger turns around and begins to walk off down the hallway as Fallen once again stares down to the floor. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breathe, before standing back up to his feet and staring over to Ginger as he left.

FSX: Your right...What the hell is wrong with me? This was just a god damn fluke anyway! What am I getting so upset about? I never put any damn time frame on the promises I made anyway! I can still change the way things work, and I can still reach the top. I'm only gonna be stopped if I let myself be stopped! Besides, there's still Fallen Heroes! I've been training for months to win the damn thing so I may as well go ahead and win it! Why win the title on a Warfare anyway? I'd rather win the damn thing at Omega Effect! It'll happen! I'll make the world a believer!

Grinning from ear to ear now, Fallen jumps from foot to foot as he seems to of suddenly been re-energized from what had occurred. Slapping himself across the face twice for what an ass he was making of himself, he nodded his head just once and began a sprint down the hallway in the opposite direction of Ginger. As the camera turned, the Chairman was standing their, watching with a smile as he shook his head.

Ginger: That idiot better put up more of a fight the next time I try to mock him..

What an insane, insane man he is. Perhaps he has a heart after all, or perhaps he really likes to taunt those that have challenged his will. Either way, Fallen looks as if he could be one of those people for years to come still. If he manages to win Fallen Heroes is yet to be seen, but he could. There's no reason why he shouldn't, after all...

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Closing Segment: The Night's Still Young …

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Credit: Jay Zero / Danny Mainer / Andrew Starr / Alex Richmond[/center]

Time is now winding down and the crowd isn’t very anxious to go home. Normally they would have begun to left, considering the Main Event which happened to be the World Title defense just ended. However, luckily for those that stay, they are in store for at least one more thing here tonight.

The shot opens up to the Entourage locker room. The TV is on, displaying the show as it seems the members were watching the title defense, all rooting for Fallen Souls. Alex Richmond clicks the TV off now and tosses the remote onto the couch right next to Danny Mainer. He stands up from the leather chair and walks over to the opposite side of the room and bends down to get something.

Andrew Starr looks at the television and then turns his head away. He turns towards his bag that is resting on a table. He is already showered up from his Fallen Heroes Training Battle Royale match and looks to be ready to leave the arena for the night.

Danny Mainer is seen sitting on couch looking down into his lap, where lies his International Championship Title. He reaches way down and takes a heavy, deep breath and slowly exhales.

Jay Zero sits in a steel chair, also already cleaned up from his match. His hair is just as perfect as normal, but we cannot see his face. His elbows are rested on his legs and his face buried within his hands which are slightly covered by his hair that drapes over them. It’s only assumed that he has been like this throughout the entire match, not even looking up to watch his former best friend wrestle.

The four remaining members of Entourage may not be saying anything, but the silence that fills the room says it all. The emotions that are still running through these men are great. These emotions range from anger to depression. From embarrassment to disgrace. They’ve been betrayed and humiliated in front of thousands of people all by the actions of one man. This was the one man that they thought that they could trust. The one man that they thought would never in a million years throw away his friends for himself. The one man who used to be known by thousands of people as Thunderkiss. But times have changed and so has he. I guess every now and then, you just need an “upgrade.” Thunderkiss is dead now, and the new Aiden Joseph has spat on each of these men.

Alex Richmond stands up and looks at his fellow teammates. He grabs the collar of his black suit jacket and begins to adjust it. He pulls down his Armani shirt a little bit to tighten it and then leans against the wall, looking all around the room. Andrew Starr takes his last drink from a bottle of beer and then places it down on the table. He grabs his bag and hangs it over his shoulder. The silence is finally broken as Andrew pipes up.

Starr: Right then... I guess I will see you all Thursday. Its been fun guys.

Danny:Catch ya' later Starr.

Jay still doesn’t even look up. He just keeps his face buried down. Andrew begins to walk towards the door. He grabs the handle but then doesn’t turn it. He rotates around a little bit and takes a good look of the locker room. Finally, he sighs and opens the door, exiting the locker room. The door clicks shut behind him and Alex lifts his bag up and a the sound of keys rattling together is heard as he pulls those out as well.

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Richmond: Well, guys I promised I'd give him a ride, so I guess that means I'm off too. Take it easy Danny - you too Z!

Danny looks at Alex and nods his head with a smile. Alex begins to walk towards the door with a small smile of his own on his face. This is the most cheerfulness we’ve seen from this entire group all night… Alex turns the handle, hesitating slightly to look back and take in the scene before him, exititing the room as well, going to catch up to Andrew Starr. This leaves only Danny Mainer and Jay Zero. Danny sighs and slowly stands up, flipping the International Title up so that it falls and rests down on his right shoulder. He reaches down to the ground and lifts up his duffle bag and hangs it over his shoulder.

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Danny: Since everybody else is – looks like we should probably am-scray

Danny turns his back to Jay and walks to the door. He stops and looks back at Jay who still hasn’t moved from the same position.

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Danny:] Yo Z? You coming?

Silence. Jay is still completely blank. A few more seconds pass as Danny keeps looking on at Jay, and finally he pulls his face away from his hands and looks up at the International Champ.

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Zero: Nah, I’m gonna stick around for a little bit. Have some things I got to do first. [/color]

Danny: Come on man! The nights young, lets go grab a beer or something, PARTAAAAY!

Zero: I’m good, thanks. Go catch up to Rich and Starr, they’ll probably want a drink or two after what’s happened lately.

Danny: Sure you don’t want to? Last chance bro!

Jay smiles at Danny.

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Zero: Get out of here! Hurry up and go get them before they leave. [/color]

Danny: Alright then! Later Z.

Zero: Later.

Danny looks around the room and opens the door. He finally makes his exit which now leaves only one man. The new leader of the group, Jay Zero. Lately, things have been tough on him especially. His injury, his break up, and now he’s lost his best friend. To top things off, he was thrown the responsibility of leading Entourage to greatness. He was put into the drivers seat with no warning, forced to rise up and become stronger than ever.

Jay slaps his palms of his hands on his knees and pushes himself up and out of the steel chair. He takes a long hard look around the room, turning 360° to make sure he doesn’t miss anything. The smile on his face begins to disappear as he’s forced to look at a poster of Thunderkiss hanging up on the wall. Jay grabs the steel chair in which he was sitting in and with a loud yell he throws it across the room, hitting the poster and denting in the wall. He walks over and grabs the poster, tearing it straight off the wall and he shreds it to pieces before tossing it into a large sized trash can.

The expression on Jays face is one that states just how angry and humiliated he is. He storms over to wear the mini fridge is and he lifts it up, ripping the plug out from the wall. Jay lifts the fridge up high and walks over to the trash can. He opens up the door and out comes many cans of one of the best selling energy drinks out there, Thundergy. The fridge empties out of all the drinks and then Jay tosses the fridge on the ground, not caring what he damages by doing so. The thoughts of all the memories are running through his head and he is just seething with anger right now.

He bends down and gets his hand underneath the leather chair and in one quick thrusting motion, he flips it, making it crash into the coffee table in front of it. Jay grabs the bottle of beer that Andrew Starr left on another table and chucks it against the wall, shattering it and sending flying pieces of glass all over the room. He walks over to another wall and tears down a poster of some random model before throwing that in the trash as well.

Jay now sees one thing that really catches his attention. The one thing that’s been there from the start. This one thing just sends every single memory through his head again. He tries to control his heavy breathing and he begins to calmly walk over to the wall. Hanging on this wall is a large picture that has the smaller Jay Zero in the middle, XS3 to the right, and Thunderkiss to the left; The portrait of the original three members of Entourage.

Jay stares blankly at the picture and then reaches up to take it off the nail that it was hanging on. He turns around, still gazing at it. These three had so many doubters, but they were the ones to rise up and make the best for themselves. They continually over shined their rivals of the Senatorial Stable and kept winning title after title. This group had become one of ACWs bests, evening winning the Best Stable Award at the annual ACW Award Ceremonies. But now – things were different. XS3 and Thunderkiss had problems stirring between the two which led to XS3 leaving. Now—Thunderkiss is gone too, and his new, clean, watered down persona of Aiden Joseph has stabbed his own best friend in the back, looking for a new start. It then came to him … Jay Zero was the only one left.

He turns back around and licks his lips. He grabs the picture in one hand and drops it straight into the trash. Jay turns back around and grabs his bag that was resting on the floor near the couch. He wraps the strap of the bag over his shoulder and walks towards the door. He turns the handle and opens it up, looking at the name tag that is on the door. He slowly slides the name plate and Entourage logo out from the tract on the door and looks at it. After a while, he tosses the logo into the room, bouncing and flipping over from the impact of hitting the ground. Jay Zero begins to now look all around at the mess he has created inside the Entourage locker room and sighs very loudly.

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Zero: …. Life moves on. [/color]

Click!

Jay Zero flicks the lightswitch off in the locker room for quite possibly the very last time. The entire room is pitch black once the door clicks shut. Nothing is left. Nothing at all. Earlier tonight, it sounded as if there was hope. As if things were going to look up again – but this has just proved everything different. Each member has said their goodbyes and they have now left the place they called home for the last time. Jay Zero guaranteed that he’d do what was best for everybody in the group – so it looks like he’s delivered on just that.

From this point forward, everything that was built up is now dead.

Entourage lives …. No more.

The Scene Cuts Out.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[Lass Sarin]

Fantastic work everyone, and great swerves!

[BK London]

Everyone listen to Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" while reading the last segment.

[Jake Steele]

[RESERVED for Promo I forgot to send]

[Jonny Spade]

Send it to a mod and they'll paste it in some where

[BK London]

Jake Steele's promo added.

[hunter]

Nice show all.

[Fallen Souls]

NOT FUNNY, DAN! >.>

[Dan White]

[xs3]

...the Raj is dead?