Thursday Night Meltdown 5th May 2005

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Thursday Night Meltdown 5th May 2005

Schedule of Matches:
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Rei Vs. Rena Vs. Jessie - Triple Threat No DQ

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Coldfire vs. Lost Boys

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Predators vs. Davey & Jake

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Latino vs. Vinnie

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Daredevil vs. Cernunous

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Bk London vs. TNT

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AK and RDK vs. Julien and Angelo Giovanni

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Yoko Satoshi vs. Kross - World Title

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Opening Segment: New Fur, new colours? (Credit: Yoko)
Meltdown opens not with a view of the arena from the inside, but in front of the ACW arena, and we immediately cut to backstage, where Yoko is seen arriving at the building. Yoko walks through the car park carrying Mr. Floppy, a question enters her head.

Yoko: Mr. Floppy, what exactly did Mr. Grayson do that fixed you so fast?

Mr. Floppy: I'm not really sure.

Yoko: What do you mean?

Mr. Floppy: Remember when you fixed my eyes and you told me it was going to hurt, and to do that thing I do?

Yoko: Yeah?

Mr. Floppy: Well, when I'm like that, I only remember things like vague dreams. He took me to a room in the back, and said it was going to be quite painful. He told me if I could phase out, to do so. So I did, and when I woke up a few minutes later, I looked awesome again. I mean, look at me!

He lifts one of his little paws in an attempt to flex and show off his new coat.

Yoko: And you don't remember anything?

Mr. Floppy: Well like I said, things are vague. I can hear everything when I'm like that, and I remember THAT well, but nothing else, except vaguely. I remember there being a lot of blue, and I think he was looking into my eyes really hard. Also, everything tasted purple for a minute. That's about it, though.

Yoko: You mean...grape?

Mr. Floppy: No, purple.

Yoko starts to question it, but just shakes her head. They continue into the arena.

End Segment.

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Segment: Hell in Heels (Credit: Rena)
Rena’s music hits and the crowd booms into a mixed scream. Some booing, screaming and other who don’t give a fuck. Rena’s popularity had suddenly hit quite low with her old-school bitch routine, but she didn’t want it any other way. She appeared from the curtains, sliding to the middle of the ramp. The ring was empty, and she had a few things to say the Diva’s division, and the whole roster of ACW. As she entered the ring, she smiled and was handed a microphone.

Rena: I’m really sorry Rei…I know it’s probably hard pinning a few matches for you…one that went horribly wrong, and didn’t end up happening. But I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Tonight I’m making a match, and it will feature you, me and Jessie. I wish you luck, and hope that I don’t kill you tonight, because I wouldn’t want to break that pretty little face of yours…but it’s already tarnished…it’s been tarnished since you said I do to that man they call a wrestler. I know that Ridley could kick the shit out of him in an instant. I—<br>
Rei’s music hits as she walks onto the ramp, holding a microphone in her hand. She growls and shakes her head.

Rei: Rena, Rena… Don’t you ever learn? I’m not tarnished because I’m married…you’re just too used to being a slut. Let’s count… 1. Amo…2. Latino…3.Ginger…4.Vinnie…5.Yoko, and even now…. Ridley. WOW, what a track record…do you keep a book for all those names?

Rena: Listen here you bitch, you wanna say that to me…say it to my face, in the ring- tonight!

The crowd pops, and Rei smiles. She could finish her off tonight, and save the time.

Rei: You’re on.

She leaves the ramps, leaving the embarrassed Rena standing in the ring. Rena quickly pulls herself out of the ring and stomps down the ramp, heading to Ridley’s lockeroom.

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Segment: The Deal (Credit: Daredevil, AJK Caveman)
The scene opens up, and Daredevil is alone, upset and in tears. There is a knock on his door, and he jumps, but immediately answers it. Jessie is on the other side, and DD’s expression turns to concern

DD: Did they touch you?

Jessie: Did who touch me?

DD: Them…AJK or McCarty?

Jessie: Me? No, last week I was wrestling in a match, and as far as I’ve been aware, I’ve not done anything this week.

DD’s expression turns to joy

DD: Thank God. I thought they had kidnapped you

Jessie: Why? What happened?

DD looks concerned again, and goes towards the video player. He pushes the tape into the VCR, and it plays. It shows the scene from last week, with the bodybag. Jessie places her hand over her mouth, completely shocked

Jessie: Oh my god…<br>
DD: I know. But so long as it is not you, it is ok

Jessie: But DD…what if it’s somebody else? Your sister, or mother?

DD immediately looks concerned again

DD: This is HIS fault! Jack fucking McCarty is going to pay for what he’s done! If he had never stuck his nose in our business, none of this would have ever happened! The wasted International Title shot, AJK fucking Caveman…<br>
Jessie: Listen, calm down. Look, I will take a look at some documents. There has got to be a loophole in a contract somewhere

DD: To be fair, I don’t think any paperwork is going to solve anything. This is scandalous. Putting his hands on something that is mine? I cannot take this anymore…<br>
DD looks completely enraged, and throws a vase onto the floor. Jessie looks surprised, and gives out a little scream, but understands his anger and puts a shoulder around him.

Jessie: It’s ok. Why don’t you just challenge him to a match at Spring Into Hell?

DD: The contract, if you haven’t forgotten?

Jessie: Screw the contract. Just go out there, and challenge him! What’s the worst that can happen?

DD: The bodybag?

Jessie: Well…why don’t you just wait around a little. If I find anything, I’ll tell you

DD: Thanks a lot. Well I think I have a match tonight. Do you know who it is against?

Jessie: Cernunnos, I think

DD’s face turns pale with shock, and immediately looks at unease

DD: HIM!?!

Jessie: Yeah. Well, good luck. I’m gonna take a while with these files

DD: Ok, later baby

DD kisses her on the cheek, and leaves. Jessie looks around, before grabbing a file and searching through it as we fade out

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The crowd are excited after the first few clips, and are ever more pleased when Philip enters the ring

Philip: The following match is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall. Coming first, from Cardiff in Wales, Jessie Hall!

Take a Look Around hits and Jessie Hall comes out to a reasonable pop from the crowd. She enters the ring, smiling and prepares for her opponents

Philip: And the second challenger, from Okinawa, Japan, she is the women’s champion, Rei Peacecraft!

Rawkfist hits, and Rei comes out to a huge pop. She comes down, belt around the waist, and enters the ring. She looks at Jessie, and then waits for the final challenger

Philip: And finally, from New York, Rena Matheson!

Work It by Missy Elliot hits, and Rena comes out, to a mixture of cheers and boos. She smiles and ignores them, and enters the ring, immediately eyeing Rei’s title. Philip leaves the ring, and the bell rings

Rena immediately grabs Jessie, and throws her at the ropes. She waits for the return, but Rei quickly jumps up and hits Rena with a knee smash. Rena knocks back, instantly groggy, and Jessie returns with a front forearm smash. Jessie then turns and gets into a headlock with Rei. Jessie seems stronger, hitting several blows to the chest, but Rei is too quick, and grabs a punch, following this up with an armdrag. Rei then grabs Rena, who’s just gotten to her feet, and throws her at the ropes. Rena reverses it, and Rei returns with a stunning hurricarana, knocking Rena headfirst over to the turnbuckle. Rei then grabs Rena’s head, and hits it once against the bottom pad. Rei then pays attention to Jessie, and they lock into another headlock. Jessie this time wins, kneeing Rei in the gut and delivering a scoop slam. She smiles, and jumps to the top rope. She jumps, attempting a Moonsault, but Rei moves at the final moment, and Jessie lands hard on her stomach. Rei crawls over and makes the count, but Jessie kicks out. Rena slowly makes it to her feet, and notices the two on the ground. She runs and jumps up, making a very impressive elbow drop onto the two. Jessie feels it worse, getting knocked in the face, and rolls out the ring, seeking medical help. In the mean time, Rena grabs Rei up and hits a DDT into the ring, before making a pin attempt herself: 1…2…kickout by Rei.

The former women’s champion looks very annoyed, and lifts Rei up again. She grabs her by the hair, and tries to throw her across the ring. Rei, however, holds her ground and Rena tries again. Rei again holds her ground. Rena is getting restless and pauses, and this allows Rei to lift Rena into a Double-Arm DDT! Both women are on the ground knocked down, and the referee begins his count. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Rei slowly moves towards Rena. 6… 7… 8… She lifts an arm up, and flops it over Rena’s body: 1… 2… thr-kickout by Rena! The women’s champion is annoyed to say the least, and gets up, arguing with the referee. They argue for a couple of seconds, before Rena rolls Rei up! 1…2…kickout by Rei! Rei is pissed off completely, and both divas lock into a headlock, and neither shows any sign of unlocking it. This goes on from seconds to tens of seconds, and still no sign. Eventually, Jessie rolls into the ring and hits a double clothesline. She lifts Rei up, but Rei hits a kick to the stomach, followed by another kick to the same area. She jumps to the top rope, and delivers the Celestial Fire (Top Rope Hurricarana)! Jessie flies to the ground, and Rei appears hurt. Rena smiles, and covers Jessie, 1…2…3! Rena screams in joy, and Rei looks completely shocked at the result

Philip: Here is your winner, Rena Matheson!

Rena exits the ring, and Work It hits. She eyes Rei, making a title belt impression and smiling, as she leaves for the backstage, leaving Rei annoyed to say the least as we cut to backstage

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Segment: The Chef is in the House (Credit: Angelo)
Scene opens to Angelo walking down the hall, wearing a toolbelt and his chef hat as he whistles a tune, also carrying a small, skinny bag.

Angelo: Gonna get me some of that super sugar crisp..AHH, here we go.

Angelo walks into a room and you can here a shower going and snooring. Angelo then comes out with two dufflebags, with name tags on them. "GooeyGarth" and "JonnyG." He then continues walking down the hall.

Angelo: Really want myself some of the suuuuugarrr super...sugggggar crisp.

Angelo continues whistles, then stops at another door and drops the bags then pulls out a hammer and swings it at the door, breaking the name plate off.

Angelo: Oh....you can slide them off. Oh well, its broken not like thats gonna effect anyones lives.

Angelo puts the hammer away then picks the bags up and the name plate then starts walking again. Some workers look at him weird since they see the italian, with a chef hat, tool belt, and two dufflebags walking down the hall whistling. He then suddenly stops, then does a spin and keeps walking.

Angelo: I'm on FIIIRE, nobody gon' put me out

Angelo then throws the bags, flipping and spinning just about landing near each other near a door and he slides the name plate out of the door which reads "Janitorial Storage" then Angelo is shown slipping the other one in that reads "Macho Man RDK." Angelo gives an evil smile and readjusts his chef hat.

Angelo: Now thats a spicy meatball!

Angelo opens the door then yells "Whoa" as he throws the duffle bags in there one at a time, then closes the door.

Angelo: Hmm...I wonder what was in those bags..oh well.

Angelo starts walking away and whistling again then a door is heard flying open and hitting the wall, then voices are heard

Jonny: WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES !

Gooey: WHERE IS MY MORTAL KOMBAT GAME AND MY NACHO SNACKERS !

Angelo: hehehehehehe

Angelo justs keep walking

Scene Fades

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Segment: Operation: Bulldoze Blow up Neighborhood (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens up BK London is show on his cell phone pacing back and forth around the room. He's wearing his ring attire and begins to go to his sports bag to pick up something, it appears to be a yellow sheet of paper with lots of very small print on it. BK doesn't seem to happy as he is talking on the phone.

BK: Listen....I have the permit right here with me which enables me to bulldoze any damn neighborhood I want. I'll bulldoze right through Mr. Rogers' neighborhood if I damn please to.

More murmuring is heard on the phone as BK's patience is beginning to grow short.

BK: I don't care if some half ass Puerto Rican wants his house back, this neighborhood is the exact measurements for the new estate I want to build and no one, AND I MEAN NO ONE is going to take this away from me.

The murmurs continue over the phone.

BK: Ok you say a few weeks from now the whole neighborhood will be ready for the construction?

*Murmur

BK: Ok, let Operation: Blow Up Neighborhood commence, but one thing...You see that little house the Puerto Rican was acting up about on Warfare?

*Murmur*

BK: Yeah that one, you leave that house to me.

The camera moves out the door as BK his heelishly smiling to reveal Latino standing by the door, BK London is oblivious to this and he continues talking as Latino mouths the words "I will get you BK".

Fade Out

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Match 2: Coldfire vs. Lost Boys (Credit: Hunter)
Philip enters the ring and fans settle down a little after the previous segment.

Philip: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a tag team bout! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 465 pounds, from Charlotte, NC, the team of Iceman and Blaze, Cold Fire!

"Shoot to Thrill" hits the speakers as Cold Fire walks out to a moderate amount of cheers. The fans are eager to see what these newcomers can offer in the tag team division. They enter the ring and stretch, waiting for their opponents.

Philip: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 365 pounds, from Orange Country, California, the team of Memnoch and Uriel, the Lost Boys!

"Cry Little Sister" blasts through the airwaves as the Lost Boys walk out, also to a moderate amount of cheers. They may be outsized by Cold Fire, but they don't fear them as they walk bravelt towards the ring. They get in and taunt the crowd, then slowly take their places in the ring.

Bell Rings.

Blaze and Memnoch start out in the center of the ring. They lock-up in the center, but blze easily pushes Memnoch away. Memnoch looks up at him and sees that using brute strength won't work. He gets up and kicks Blaze in the shin, then quickly hits a neckbreaker. Blaze gets up rather quickly and Memnoch hits him in the head with an enziguri. He covers: 1... kickout! Blaze stays down for a few moments, then is able to get up and stare down Memnoch. Memnoch slowly backs up and tags in Uriel, who jumps in the ring and charges at Blaze and elbows him in the face. Blaze is unaffected, and he gets tired of simply getting hit. He blocks one of Uriel's punches and lifts him up and slams him via a spinebuster. He covers, but Uriel kicks out. Blaze tags in Iceman, who jumps over the tope rope and hits the nearby Uriel with an elbow drop.

Blaze picks up Uriel and whips him into the ropes, and upon his return, Cold Fire hits him with a double hip drop. Blaze goes back to the apron as a result of the jeers of the referee. Iceman covers Uriel but he kicks out rather quickly. Iceman quickly leg drops Uriel two times, and on the third time Uriel moves out of the way. Iceman grabs his backside and gets up. Uriel uses the opportunity to charge at Iceman and attempt to kick him. Iceman grabs his foot, spins him around, and lifts him up into a suplex. Uriel drops and grabs Iceman around the waist.

Uriel: GERMAN...SUPLEX!

Uriel proceeds to perform the moves that he so casually named. He kicks up and waits for Iceman to kneel, and when he does, he lets out another "fearsome" yell.

Uriel: THAT JAPANESE MOVE!

Uriel hits That Japanese Move, which happens to be a Shining Wizard. He goes for the quick cover: 1...2...no! Iceman kicks out. Uriel, shocked at the lack of pain shown by That Japanese Move, runs over to Memnoch and tags him back in. Memnoch charges at Iceman, who is now on his feet, and jumps up onto his shoulders. He attempts a hurricanrana, but Iceman counters and powerbombs him. He goes for the cover, but Memnoch kicks out rather quickly. Iceman picks him up and attempts the Permafrost, but Memnoch slips off his shoulder and locks in a dragon sleeper. Being so near to his corner, Iceman is able to tag in Blaze, unknowingly to Memnoch. Memnoch smiles, thinking he has the match won. That is, until Blaze comes in and clotheslines Memnoch. Blaze then charges across the ring and connects his boot with Uriel's face, who falls down to the floor. Blaze then goes back to Memnoch and lifts him up and stalls, letting Iceman jump off the turnbuckle and hit a moonsault-reverse DDT, causing Blaze to hit Memnoch with a spinebuster, a move that they together call Hot Ice. Blaze pins Memnoch and gets the easy victory.

Philip: Here are your winners......Cold Fire!

The fans cheer Cold Fire's amazing show of strength and teamwork. They hope to see more out of this up an coming team. Cold Fire celebrates and then together they walk out of the ring and go backstage, leaving the Lost Boys to get a few cheers at a hard attempt to win. They also exit the ring a little later.

Fade Out.

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Segment: The Search (Credit: Hunter)

The scene fades into a hallway that is dimly lit. The camera travels down the corridors in a neverending loop until it reaches a door labeled "Senatorial Office." The door opens and Hunter looks directly at the camera.

Hunter: ...fine. Come on in.

The camera shakes up and down. It seems the camerman is using the camera as a communication tool. That or he's a moron...

Hunter: Man, we really need some new electricians.

The camera notices Hunter's glance has moved up towards the dim lights. He sighs and walks in, followed closely by the cameraman. The door closes and the camera pans around the room, showing that it's empty except for Hunter and the Senator, who is seated in front of a computer.

Senator: Okay, I am ready. Are you?

Hunter nods and walks behind Senator.

Senator: So...uh...how would we find it?

Hunter: I don't know. Google it.

Senator types a few keys and moves the mouse around. Their eyes are deeply focused on the computer screen, as if the information they're searching for can be used to halt life or death. In Hunter's case, it may be true.

Senator: Ah, yes, here we go. I did not know that there were websites that list every registered license plate.

Hunter: Neither did I. But Google can do anything, man.

Senator: So, what was the license plate?

Hunter: It was from New York, I'm positive about that.

Senator: Why are you so sure?

Hunter: I saw the Statue of Liberty at the bottom.

Senator: Ah. So, what was the actual license.

Hunter: XL-no...XR-no...XRL...A...Oh, I got it! XRL-3A!

Senator turns around and types it into the computer. The computer answers back with a beep.

Senator: ...it does not exist.

Hunter: Did you put a space in?

Senator: Yes.

Hunter: Well...try another combination! XLR-3A, RXL-A3, X3L-RA, A3R-XL-

Senator: Stop! You are going too fast!

Hunter moves over to another chair and sighs as the many beeps the computer makes rack his brain free of sanity.

Hunter: Dammit...

He takes a piece of paper next to him and writes down the license plate, or rather, the fake license plate.

Senator: Well, there might be a combination you have not figured out yet.

Hunter: I'm not crazy! I know that it was that! Wait, I know! The stalker makes license plates! That way, he could easily make his own without anyone else finding out, and he wouldn't have had to register it!

Senator: Is that possible?

Hunter: I think so.

Senator: Well, why XLR-3A, or whatever it is?

Hunter: I don't know. Maybe it was the only unregistered one of them.

Senator: Maybe.

Hunter keeps writing. Suddenly, he stops and drops the pen. He gazes at the piece of paper. Senator notices his frozen glance.

Senator: What is it?

Hunter slowly looks up at him and, realizing that he's there, slowly walks over to Senator and gives him the piece of paper. Senator looks at it and slowly puts it down on the table face up.

Senator: Well that would explain it...

The camera moves over to the table and zooms in on Hunter's scribblings. Among them stands out one word that is circled on the paper.

R3LAX[/b]

Hunter: That son of a bitch...

Hunter takes the piece of paper and crumples it up and throws it on the ground. The camera follows him as he steps into his locker room and sits down on the bench and sighs. He slowly takes his duffle bag and puts it on his lap. He reaches in and stops his movements. His muscles tense up and he goes numb. He slowly reaches out and looks at what he's grabbed, which appears to be a piece of paper. We cannot make out what it says, however. Hunter reads it to himself.

Hunter: An address?

He looks around.

Hunter (calling): Senator?

Senator (calling back): What?

Hunter: Do I have a match tonight?

Senator: I do not think so.

Hunter: Uh...in that case...I'll...uh...take the rest of the night off.

Senator: Okay.

Hunter crumples up the piece of paper and throws it in the trashcan next to him. He grabs his bag and walks out the door, cameraman slowly trailing behind him.

Fade Out.

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Segment: First Rites (Credit: Cernunnos)
The scene fades in to a room lit sparsely with candles. In the center lies a burning pentacle, in a low blue flame. In the center of the pentacle stands a dark, robed figure. The figure is holding a censur on a chain, and a white smoke pours out of it. In it's other hand, the figure holds a wicked looking knife, the hilt is slightly visible over the figure's hand.

The figure hangs the censure from an altar standing outside the penatcle. It takes the knife in both hands and turns about face. A low chanting begins to rumble inside the room. The figure then spikes the knife into the ground outside the opposite side of the pentacle. The figure turns around to the altar and picks up a vial of liquid. It uncorks it and begins to sprinkle it around the pentacle, and it flares up.

The figure lights a torch illuminating most of the room. The chanting continues as the camera zooms in on the hood of the cloaked figure. It brings it's hands to it's hood, and lowers it. It reveals the practitioner of the ritual. We see the face of a women with long, red and black, hair, an ashen grey face, black lips, and piercing yellow eyes. The chanting is continued, as a second, much taller robed figure approaches from behind. He begins to talk in the same low rumbling voice, that can was heard in the chanting.

Cernunnos: Was the ritual successful?

Demensia: Most successful.

Fade to commercial

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Match 3: Predators vs. Davey Marvel & Jake Cheng
We come back from the break, and the crowd are murmering to themselves, waiting for the next match

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Firstly, at a combined weight of 495 lbs…The Predators!

Stay Together for the Kids hits, and the Predators enter, collecting a fair amount of jeers from sections of the crowd. They ignore it, and get ready for their opponents

Philip: And at a combined weight of 411 lbs, they are both members of the New Breed…Davey Marvel and Jake Cheng!

Tougher than Leather hits and the New Breed enter to a sizeable pop from the crowd. They smile as they make their way to the ring, and enter it.

Bell Rings

Predator and Davey start, so Wolf and Jake go through the ropes into their respective corners. The two start with a grapple, and Davey uses his whole pound of extra body weight to shove Predator into the corner. He hits a couple of back hand chops, before throwing Predator at the ropes. He comes back, and Davey hits a powerful Shoulder Tackle, and the crowd ‘ooh’ at this. He attempts an early pin, but Predator easily kicks out, and the match continues. Davey lifts Predator up and they lock up into a headlock. Predator wins this time, hitting a knee into Davey’s stomach, following it up with an early attempt for the Pedigree, which is blocked by Davey. Davey tries a snap suplex, but Predator lands on his feet, breaking out of the hold and hitting Davey with a strong lariat. Predator gets up, and tags in Wolf, who immediately jumps into the action, and hits a hard elbow onto Marvel. Wolf lifts him up with incredible ease, and throws him into the corner. Davey feels it hard, and Wolf runs at him, hitting a shoulder block. He follows this up with a barrage of punches, far too many to count, but certainly over 20 of them. Davey crouches over at the turnbuckle, and Wolf sees this as a perfect opportunity, running up and hitting a Big Boot, knocking Davey almost senseless. Wolf attempts the pin, but only gets a two count. He lifts Davey up, but the crowd cheers him on as he punches back, and tries an Irish Whip. Wolf reverses it, but Davey returns with a Lou Thesz press. He then jumps off, and tags in Jake, much to the great relief of Davey, and the fans.

Jake immediately jumps in and attacks Wolf. He tries to wear down the big man with numerous kicks, and eventually Wolf is down to his knees. Jake smiles and hits a Shining Wizard, almost knocking Wolf out. He goes for the pin, but Wolf kicks out. He gets off, and lifts Wolf up. He tries a suplex, but he cannot lift Wolf, and Wolf reverses it into a standing suplex. Wolf then tags Predator in, who lifts Jake up, and hits a Flowing DDT. He tries a pin, but Jake just kicks out of it. Predator looks slightly annoyed, and lifts up Jake. But Jake fancies his chances against Predator, and hits a spear completely out of the blue. Both men are down, and both tag team members are begging for a tag. Predator is closer to his corner, and eventually manages to tag Wolf in. Jake is much further away, but after the tag manages to use a final burst of energy, jumping up and tagging in Davey, to the delight of the fans. Davey jumps in, hitting a spinning kick to Wolf. Wolf gets up again, and receives a clothesline for his trouble. Predator gets up, and Davey tries a spinning heel kick, but misses. Predator turns him around and unexpectedly hits the Pedigree! He attempts the pin, and the referee counts it. Predator counts it himself, but when he doesn’t hear a third count, he stares at the ref. The ref points out that he wasn’t the legal man, and Predator starts an argument with him. Jake doesn’t stand for this, and rugby tackles Predator to the outside of the ring. Wolf gets up, and tries a pin on Davey, but he kicks out. Wolf, quite annoyed, lifts him up, but Davey hits a kick. Wolf crouches down in pain, and Davey sees the chance, hitting the Midnight! He makes the cover, 1…2…3!

Philip: Here is your winner, Marvel and Cheng!

The New Breed members celebrate their win, and wait in the ring to share the celebrations with the fans. The Predators, meanwhile, argue over how the referee cost them the match, as we fade to backstage

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Segment: Confrontation (Credit: Hunter)

Before the camera fades in, a loud motor can be heard. When the scene finally does fade in, we can see that the camerman is in the backseat of a car. The driver sitting in front of him is Hunter. The loud noises and sputtering made by Hunter's car show us exactly how bad it is. Hunter seems to be glancing at addresses.

Hunter: No...no...no...yes!

Hunter pulls up and parks the car, then gets out. The cameraman slowly follows and does the same. The camera zooms out enough so that we get a clear view of the building that they have just pulled up in front of: a warehouse. And by the looks of things, an abandoned warehouse.

Hunter: You're kidding. Great, now I'm gonna be worried about Mr. Pink jumping out and popping a cap in my ass.

The cameraman chuckles. Hunter turns and looks at him, and the cameraman becomes silent. Hunter turns back around and slowly walks towards the warehouse. He opens the door and walks in, followed by the cameraman. The first thing seen is obvious.

Hunter: Darkness. Great.

The camera turns a few times, but it's movement can barely be seen because of the darkness. Hunter is about two feet in front of the cameraman, yet he can barely be seen.

Hunter: I'm going in.

He chuckles and disappears entirely from view. The cameraman doesn't even attempt to follow. Suddenly, a loud crashing noise can be heard.

Cameraman: H-H-H-Hunter?

A foul voice pierces through the darkness.

??: Sorry, but he's a little busy.

Hunter: Y-You...son of a bitch...

??: Now now, that's not nice.

There is another crash.

??: Hunter?

No response.

??: Good, I got him. It's so hard to see in this goddamn darkness.

Cameraman (whispering): W-Why don't your turn on a-a-a light?

?? (chuckling): I don't believe I will. It would ruin the fun.

Suddenly, the camera drops and falls on its side. A metal pipe clangs to the ground. The cameraman's growns can be heard.

??: Oh come on! I didn't hit you that hard! I barely through it...

There is a strange squeeking sound that is heard approaching. It stops, and the camera shows us the person's feet from the side. They are barely visible, though, so they may not be alone. The camera suddenly gets picked up and it is pointed directly at someone's face. Through the darkness, though, only a mouth can be visible. The mouth is grinning, and just as quickly, it speaks.

??: Do you know who I am?

Cameraman: ...no.

??: Good. Take this camera and show the footage to some people.

Cameraman: Who?

??: It doesn't matter. Then, at this same time, come back on Monday night. Until then, stay the fuck away from this place.

The camera gets thrown at the cameraman, who luckily catches it. The squeeking gets farther away, then stops.

?? (chuckling): Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. I pity you.

A swift hit is heard and Hunter groans. Then, the sound of someone being dragged is heard. A metal contrapment is opened, and something is thrown in.

??: Until Monday, Hunter.

Hunter groans and the metal contrapment slams shut. There is a silence, until it is broken by the cameraman sneezing.

??: Are you still here?

The cameraman quickly stumbles to his feet and opens the door.

??: Hang on a sec.

Though the door is open, the stalker still can't be seen. Something then is thrown at the camera. The camera looks down and shows a pair of car keys.

??: Now go!

The cameraman picks up the keys and closes the door, all the while a chilling laugh is heard.

Fade Out.

[scrawn]

Segment: The meeting (Credit: Vinnie Dulario)

The scene cuts away to an area of the parking garage. The crowd hushes as they notice two cars, parked facing each other. One is immediately recognized as the stretch limousine of the Lansing mob boss, Mickey. The other is a small rental, a black Camry. Both cars have their engines running, the lights providing the only illumination back here.

The driver of the limousine steps out, a tall, stocky man wearing a comically small hat. He opens the rear door, and Mickey steps out. The driver straightens Mickey's tie, and then allows his boss to pass as the pair walk in front of the vehicle. The Camry's door then opens, and the crowd jeers as Vinnie Dulario steps out, clad in an expensive suit and his trademark reflecting shades. He walks in front of his vehicle, also, crossing his arms as he stares down Mickey.

Mickey: I was afraid you weren't going to show, and I'd have to come looking for you. You know I hate to go looking for people.

Dulario: That thought occured to me. I was thinking of the ways I could be murdered. I figured if I showed up, a bullet in the head wouldn't be too bad. Especially if I didn't see it coming. I've seen enough brains splattered on the walls to think it's painless. The last thing to go through someone's head, other than that bullet, has to be, "What's that sou-?"

Mickey chuckled lightly.

Dulario: It sounds a helluva lot better than some of the stuff I imagined.

Mickey: Enlighten me.

Dulario: Oh, you could, say, knock me unconscious with a blow to the back of the head, then drop my still-breathing body into a shallow grave. Then, when I awakened, you could slowly drown me by saturating the soil with an ordinary garden hose.

Mickey: Oh?

Dulario: Oh, there's more. A personal favorite horror of mine. Dark room, tied to a chair, nothing in there. This is the fun part, breaking the victim down before you kill him. Keep him in that room, with nothing, for days. Wait until his mind caves. Then, once he's insane, you can hook up several car batteries and jumper cables. Hook them to his nipples, with a dimmer switch. Every hour, slowly increase that juice. It makes a nice betting game to see which will kill him first. Starvation and dehydration, or the juice.

Mickey: You are one sick son of a bitch.

Dulario: You could get sexual. I know you have a lot of sick fucks who enjoy this type of shit. Ever rupture some internal organs without breaking the skin?

Mickey: Savage beatings? Yeah...

Dulario: No. I'm talking a roll of duct tape, some astroglide, and an air compresser. Make sure you get an air-tight seal on that anus.

Mickey: Where do you come up with this stuff? I thought DeMarc was a sadistic genious...but you...

Vinnie pauses for a moment before removing his shades.

Dulario: Look me in the eye and tell me. How's it going to be? The revolver, the river, or the rooftop?

Mickey: Are you accepting defeat? You're just going to let me kill you?

Dulario: My sister is safe. You'll never find her now. DeMarc is...

Vinnie pauses and looks at the camera directly, then turns his gaze back to Mickey.

Dulario: Let's just say you're never going to see DeMarc again. I think he went on an extended vacation, "Down Under". Everything that I wanted to do, I've done now. If you kill me, so what? DeMarc is gone, Maggie is safe, the world will be one psycho short, and I'll finally be OUT.

Mickey slowly nods, catching Vinnie's meaning. He slowly reaches into his jacket pocket, and pulls out a small handgun. Vinnie stares at the weapon, not flinching or showing any sign of fear. Mickey shrugs, then with a deft movement ejects the clip from the weapon and pulls back on the slide, sending the chambered round to the concrete floor. Vinnie raises an eyebrow in question.

Dulario: So this is going to be slow and painful, then?

Mickey: Vinnie...do you have any idea how much money that fight raked in?

Vinnie smirks, then tosses up his hands in defeat.

Dulario: So, that's it? I'm still a cash cow?

Mickey: You're still very profitable for us. Now, I've been thinking that you don't want to do this. You never did. You only fought to save your sister last month. Right now we have no leverage with you, no way to make you fight. You don't fear for your own life, you actually devalue it quite a bit. You don't care about money, never did for as long as I've known you. Besides, I'm not giving you any more of a cut than you already have. Not good business. But...

Dulario: But?

Mickey: But I think you're going to stay. No, I KNOW you're going to stay.

Dulario: What?

Mickey steps up close to Vinnie, facing the larger man eye to eye.

Mickey: I know what I did to you. You can't push a man and not expect him to push back. DeMarc...expendable. He was good, but not good enough for me to keep the gloves on when dealing with his future. Vinnie...we awakened the beast in you again. I saw that look in your eyes when you fought off all those security personel, the officials. You fought through them all, just to get at DeMarc. Pulling a gun on national Pay-Per-View? Sloppy. Sloppy as hell. But, as long as nobody goes looking for DeMarc...

Mickey chuckled a bit, then continued.

Mickey: Wherever he went on vacation...then we're fine. You're going to stay here because you like it. You're not a normal man. A normal man can't think of the most barbaric, interesting, and entertaining ways to take people out of commission like you. You're a sadist, you have no conscience, no remorse. You're a man who gets off on hurting others. It's your dream job. You're going to stay here, you're going to enjoy it. And in the proccess, you're going to earn a nice nest egg for yourself, and make me a VERY rich man.

Vinnie scowled at his boss as Mickey kept going.

Mickey: I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to let you do your work, and we're all going to be a happy bunch from now on. Maggie won't be touched, you have my word. By the way, you hid her out with Antonio at his old junkyard. Don't you ever tell me I can't find somebody...EVER!

Mickey points at Vinnie, stabbing his finger at his chest.

Mickey: But, it's all good. We're good. As long as the money keeps flowing.

The hate and anger can be seen building up behind Vinnie's eyes as Mickey flashes his million dollar grin. He straightens his suit jacket, then turns around and heads back to the limousine. The driver and bodyguard open the door, and Mickey starts to step inside. Before he does so, he tosses a look over his shoulder at Vinnie.

Mickey: I want ratings, champ. Numbers. Go to it.

Mickey steps inside and the driver closes the door, then enters the limousine from the front. The vehicle leaves the scene, leaving Vinnie staring ahead into the darkness.

Dulario: I love making people pay, you're right about that, Mickey. You seem to have an outstanding debt...

Vinnie turns and enters his rental. The scene fades out as he starts the car and speeds away.

Fade Out

[scrawn]

Segment: A Week Off (Credit: Blade)

The scene opens in the ACW Gym. This time we are shown Blade who is hitting the same punching bag shown at fallen. A quick look at the hinge at the top reveals that it is now double reinforced, showing that the ACW crew has been smart to make sure it does not break next time so easily. He pouches it a few times before going to the opposite side of the bag. The camera pans along with him and as it moves toward the door, it shows Rei in the entrance. Blade notices her after a few more punches and visibly smiles under his mask, and then turns and goes to the other side of the bag once again. She comes up and kisses him on the cheek and he stops for a second and grabs to bag to make it stop form shaking.

Blade: Hey love

Rei: Hey honey

Blade looks down and notices the diva belt drapes around her tiny waist

Blade: You look even better in gold, not that your half bad otherwise.

Rei Blushes lightly

Rei: Thank you….but I don’t know how long I can hold it….those girls are quite fierce.

Blade: Bah you can handle them, just use that kick I showed you if things get real tough.

Rei: Maybe.

Blade: Trust me, it works like a charm.

Rei instinctively step back and blade moves into a side stance to deliver a hard standing hook kick to the bag making it slam wildly from side to side and making the newly reinforced hinges audibly creek under their stress.

Rei: Yes, well I don’t think I have quite the power that you have, darling.

Blade: Sweetheart I told you it isn’t the physical power that matters, simply the mental power.

Rei: I know, and I’m working on it.

Blade: just center yourself before you attack and you could take anyone down I guarantee it.

Rei: Uh huh. Well I have the centering myself part down, the hard part is finding a way to do that in the middle of a wrestling match.

Blade: Yeah…that is a problem, it definitely takes some work to figure out how to do it during a match, but you will get it eventually.

Rei: I hope so, competition is getting tougher.

Blade: it always does.

Rei: Heh, I suppose you would know huh.

Blade: Yup.

Rei: Anyways…….I see you’re making good use of your time off.

Blade: Indeed I am.

Blade takes a few hard punches to the bag once again

Blade: I suppose I should be grateful. Ginger said if it weren’t for my contract being so iron tight, he would have fired me. So in comparison, a week long suspension isn’t so bad.

Rei: Not really, plus you did need a week off.

Blade: True, it was nice on Monday to have our anniversary dinner. I cant believe its already been a year since I proposed.

Rei: Yes it was nice to have you all to myself for once.

Blade: It was nice to let you too, trust me.

They both share a quick laugh

Blade: This Davey thing really has me bothered.

Rei: Why do you even care what he thinks anyway?

Blade: I don’t know….I guess he just knows the right buttons to push with me somehow

Rei: Well just don’t go overboard, he seems to be really nice actually

Blade looks at her and raises an eyebrow

Rei: I mean in his other promos, I don’t know what it is with you two your both nice expect for when it comes to each other.

Blade: It’s just………I can’t shake the feeling that he wanted to let that sword take him over, remember he did grab it.

Rei: Yes but are you absolutely sure that he wasn’t already under the control of it at that point, and he was compelled to grab it while under its power?

Blade: I thought I was, it was supposed to be how it worked, but most of the ancient texts are very hard to translate and errors are common, so it is difficult to be sure of anything when it comes to these sorts of items.

Rei: Well there you go, maybe that all it is then?

Blade: NO!!

Rei is visibly shocked by Blades tone of voice and takes a step back

Blade: I’m…….I’m sorry, it’s just, my instincts keep telling me that he is not to be trusted for some reason.

Rei: Are you SURE your instincts could be wrong honey?

Blade: Rei, you know my instincts are never wrong.

Rei: True, but there IS a first time for everything.

Blade: Indeed, but I would still rather trust them, at least for the time being , and keep my suspicions.

Rei: Whatever you want, just make sure that If you two end up in a match, you don’t go too far.

Blade: If we ever face off, you know I wont go easy on him, and why do you care anyway?

Rei: Like I said, he seems nice. Normally you go after the bad guys, but this seems different, and I guess MY instincts have me worried that you may be going after a “innocent”, so to speak.

Blade: well in this business you fight all types. While it is true I normally fight those who are cruel or “evil” in some way, sometimes what we perceive as bad, is in the eye of the beholder.

Rei: I suppose you may be correct. Oh well, I have to get going.

Blade: OK Rei, we still on for tonight?

Rei: Winks aren’t we always?

Blade: True, well I will see you then.

Rei: uh huh.

The couple embrace for a second and kiss before Rei walks back out the door of the gym. Blade after watching her leave, goes back to the bag, letting out all of his frustrations, both of Ginger and Davey, out on it, as the camera fades to black.

[scrawn]

Match 4: Latino vs. Vinnie Dulario (Me)
Philip enters the ring, and the crowd impatiently wait for this match to start

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Firstly, from Lancing, Michigan, Vinnie Dulario!

For Whom the bell tolls hits and Vinnie enters to a huge amount of jeers from most parts of the crowd. He ignores them, and enters the ring, waiting for his opponent

Philip: And his opponent, from New York, Latino!

Lowrider hits, and Latino enters to a huge pop from the crowd. He smiles and them, and walks down the ramp, eyeing Vinnie. He enters the ring, Philip leaves and they get ready to fight

Bell Rings

They lock into a headlock, and Vinnie gets the upper hand, kneeing Latino in the stomach. He follows this up with several chops to the chest, and an Irish Whip. Latino comes back, only to be on the receiving end of a standing Armbar. He winces in pain, but runs forward, and manages to escape from it. He looks back, and sees Vinnie running at him. He catches Vinnie’s neck, and slams him down to the mat in the Powerslam move, and tries an early, unsuccessful pin. They both get up, and engage in another headlock. Vinnie wins again, using a stiff punch to Latino’s face, and the crowd are beginning not to like his actions, and the boos start. Vinnie stops and laughs at them, before returning to Latino, and delivering a Vertical Suplex, ending with a hard, awkward slam in the ring. Vinnie jumps up, and delivers a couple of knee stomps to Latino. He smirks at the crowd, and they start booing again. He lifts Latino up, but Latino starts punching Vinnie slowly, gaining momentum from the crowd. He hits an Irish Whip, and hits a stunning Superkick in the center of the ring. Vinnie is dazed, and Latino attempts the pin, but Vinnie manages to kick out at two. Latino looks quite flushed, and was hoping the match to end there. Nonetheless, he gets up, along with Vinnie, and attempts another superkick. Vinnie catches the kick, and follows it up with an eye-gouge, which causes the crowd to boo again. He eventually stops, and Latino runs around the ring like he lost his eyes. He doesn’t see Vinnie hit an Irish Whip into the corner, which is followed with a large barrage of punches.

Vinnie is starting to get the upper hand, and Latino through the punches manages to get his view back, and he immediately grabs Vinnie by the throat, and throws him into the turnbuckle! Latino then grabs him by the neck and throws him into the center of the ring, getting all pumped up, and hits a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault! He jumps straight off Vinnie, and lifts him up. He then signals for the three Shots! He lifts Vinnie up, BOOM onto the mat! Lifts again, BOOM onto the mat. He lifts him up a third time, but Vinnie manages to turn it into a DDT, followed by a quick pin, but Latino just kicks out. They both slowly make it back up, and rest at opposite ropes. They both seem to catch their breath at the same time, and run at each other. Latino tries a clothesline, but misses, and Vinnie slides out the ring. He grabs a lead pipe, and slips it next to the turnbuckle, so the referee doesn’t notice. He re-enters the ring, and Latino grabs him by the hand, delivering a Russian Leg Sweep. He then signals for the Coqui’s Flight, and goes to the top rope! But Vinnie grabs the lead pipe, and the referee notices this just as Latino lands the move. The referee immediately signals for the bell, and the crowd boo again at Vinnie.

Philip: The winner of this match via disqualification, Latino!

Latino remains in the ring, holding his stomach where the lead pipe hit him, and Vinnie walks up to him. He lifts him up, hitting a few blows to the stomach. But Latino suddenly catches a punch, and starts attacking Vinnie himself! He waits for the moment, then hits the Last Night’s Hangover! Lowrider by War hits, and he leaves Vinnie, who oddly looks like he’s enjoying the pain of the move, which the crowd watch at oddly, as we cut to commercials