Thursday Night Meltdown 21st July 2005

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Segment: Unknown quantities (Credit: Yoko)

We see Yoko Satoshi in her locker room, doing some stretches to prepare for her match tonight. She decides to take a break to talk to Yuki, and opens up her laptop and logs onto AIM. She's immediately IMed.

Charichu006: Good luck tonight!

I Am Meta Knight: Thanks. I might need that luck, I have no idea what this Scarlet is capable of.

Charichu006: It could be a pushover. She could be a Crash Holly.

I Am Meta Knight: Or she could be another Goldberg or Brock Lesnar.

Charichu006: That is true. Be careful, then.

I Am Meta Knight: I will. Hey, how's your friend Hitomi?

Charichu006: She's fine. Why do you ask?

I Am Meta Knight: I dunno. Last time I talked to you, you acted like she was scared of me.

Charichu006: Oh. She doesn't like you too much, still.

I Am Meta Knight: Oh well. Can't change her opinion.

There's a sudden knock at the door.

I Am Meta Knight: Hey, I need to go. Someone's knocking. Talk to you later, Yuki.

Charichu006: Ok. Love you big sister, bye!

Yoko exits out of AIM and closes her laptop, and goes to the door to see who it is. It's Elias.

Yoko: Oh, hello. Mr. Stanton needs to talk to me, I assume?

Elias: He asked me to tell you to stop by when you have some time. No rush.

Yoko: Ok, I'll come in a bit.

Elias gives a quick bow, and walks away down the hall. Yoko goes back to her stretches.

End Segment.

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Match 3: Predator vs. “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards vs. Cernunnos (Ending events credit:Predator)

(Sorry this is short, I had to patch something in at very short notice.)

As the shot comes back to the ring, Cernunnos and Rookie are already there, and Predator’s music is playing.

Philip: And the final contestant, from Winnipeg, Canada, Predator!

Predator dashes down to the ring; he means business and starts laying into Rookie even before “Metallingus” has ceased.

Bell rings.

Predator’s on a real charge this evening; he knocks the sizable Rookie down, and then turns to kick Cernunnos away as he’s trying to sneak an attack from the rear. This succeeds in annoying Cernunnos and Rookie simultaneously; Predator finds himself sandwiched between the two men, and a huge powerbomb from Cernunnos lays him out in the ring. Cernunnos tries a pin but Rookie’s not about to stand for that, and the two big men go at it with mounting fury; their blows are thunderous, and when Rookie suplexes Cernunnos it makes the ring and the entire floor of the arena shudder. Rookie makes a cover and gets just short of 2; Cernunnos breaks free and whips Rookie to the ropes. Rookie hits them and comes back at speed; Cernunnos performs a seriously impressive backbody drop, and Rookie crashes down where Predator was just seconds earlier. Cernunnos doesn’t notice right away that Predator has gone; he starts to stamp on Rookie, and there’s a bit of a sound from some of the crowd who can see Predator lurking on the outside. Cernunnos isn’t in any sort of mood to hang about this evening; he lifts Rookie and delivers the Furor Celtica with enormous force; before he can think about pinning, however, Predator jumps up to the nearest corner, and nails his foe with a missile dropkick. Cernunnos falls like a redwood, crushing Rookie beneath him and technically pinning; the ref dashes in for the count and Predator just makes it in time to pull Cernunnos away. With Cernunnos still dazed, Predator shoves him out of the ring, and then locks in the Predator Crossface on Rookie in the centre of the ring. Crushed and dazed, Rookie is in no state to resist and he quickly taps out; Predator smirks as the bell rings.

Philip: Here is your winner……Predator!

After "Metallingus" begins to fade out, Predator grabs a mic...

Predator: That’s right! You just saw me take down two of the most ferocious players in the ACW today! Two of the top contenders for the ACW Entertainment title! What does that make me? That makes me DAMN good! That makes me worthy of a shot! Jake Cheng, if your listening, accept! I'll see you Monday!

Predator drops the mic as he slides out of the ring and walks up back the ramp to the back, raising his hand as if triumph for him as evident, the other two competitors, Rookie and Cernunnos, eventually get up and also make their way to the back as the scene fades to black...

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Segment: Trashy Finn (Credit: BK)

As we come back from that match BK is lugging around a huge black hefty bag. BK looks like he is lugging it to the incinerator. As he is in front of the door he is stopped by Daniel Ness, Tyrone, and Bruce.

Ness: Hey what’s up BK?

BK: Hey guys, Can't talk now...gotta burn something.

Ness: Ah the old incinerator eh?

BK: Yup.

Ness: Hey, that big ol' bag won't fit in the incinerator...it might y'know be to big.

BK: Eh, you're right. Maybe I'll just drop it off in the trash.

Ness: Nonsense, lets help him make that bag smaller guys.

Bruce and Tyrone step and begin stomping away at the bag. BK looks worried as they mash up the bag.

Ness: Doesn't seem to be getting smaller...get the bats boys…

BK: Whoa Whoa Whoa, that’s ok...I'll take it to the trash.

Ness: You sure…

BK: Yeah I'm sure...thanks anyway…

Ness: No problem…

BK lugs the bag off camera and through the garbage chute.

The cameras cut to the dumpster in the back of the arena and a huge black bag comes though the chute and lands in the dumpster. After a few seconds faint sounds can be heard coming from the bag. Tracy makes his way out of the black plastic dungeon that is the hefty bag and catches his breath.

Tracy: What am I doing here?

Tracy shrugs his shoulders and he gets one foot out of the dumpster before it starts rising in the air.

Tracy: Uh oh.

The garbage truck dumps the dumpster into the back of the truck and puts back down the dumpster before driving away to the dump.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Scarlet Beginnings (Credit: Scarlet)

A slender leg, covered with dark red nylon, poked out of the door to a shabby dressing room fit for the lowliest of wrestlers. The leg's owner fully appeared on camera, to much cheering from the male population of the spectators. Lovely, smiling, and buxom, the woman they called Scarlet walked confidently down the corridor for her first ever interview with Kevin Anderson. Crimson platform sandals flapping, the beautiful Aikido mistress flicked her short auburn neck-length hair back and approached the lucky interviewer. She stood closer to him than was necessary, allowing him full view of her healthy rack. She smiled mysteriously and awaited his first question.

"May I be the first to welcome you to ACW, Scarlet. Very interesting ring attire, did you choose this yourself?" He said, inclining his head to her blood red cocktail dress embroidered with the bird of paradise, and slit on both sides of her legs to provide mobility.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. Do you approve, Mr. Anderson?"

In all of his years of interviewing, Kevin Anderson had never heard a voice so pure, so heavenly, it seemed to have descended straight from above. He could feel a stutter building, and took a moment to compose himself. Scarlet merely waited for him to continue, standing politely with her opera-gloved arms folded behind her back.

"It's very...er...beautiful. Did you have a career in modeling before becoming a wrestler, Scarlet?" He asked, placing the microphone closer to her mouth, so she could avoid leaning in any closer.

"Oh heavens no," she giggled softly, averting her hazel eyes. "I have a background in martial arts."

"Do you think that will help in your debut match against the World Title holder Yoko Satoshi?" At the sound of Yoko's name there was a great deal of mixed exclamations from the crowd. Scarlet continued on.

"I think so. I'm just lucky to be given such a chance at the beginning of my career here," she responded.

"Yes, I can't remember the last time a newcomer was granted a title shot. You must be exceptionally gifted. How do you feel about facing Yoko tonight? There's a great chance you won't make it back in one piece," Kevin said, the hint of a grin forming on his face. Scarlet's expression did not change. She smiled her same mysterious smile at the interviewer and answered him.

"I'm not nervous. I am confident in my ability, and even though the odds are against me, I will never stop trying until I defeat her. If I lose tonight, I will train harder. If I win tonight, I will train harder."

"Do you have a message for Yoko Satoshi?" Kevin asked, almost too eagerly. Scarlet was intense, and he could feel waves of resolve and strength washing over him.

"Yes. Please don't underestimate me, Yoko. I may be new, but I have been training since I was very young. Please attack me with everything you have. Do not hold back," Scarlet said, her tone unchanging, stoic and polite.

"Well, you certainly seem confident. Will the fans get to know you better, Scarlet? Your past right now is shrouded in mystery."

"I think everyone will eventually get to know me better. Until then, you can always e-mail me fan letters to the ACW company building. Thanks!" Scarlet waved, smiled, turned on her heel, and left the camera's eye.

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Segment: From Corporate to Unholy.. (Credit: BK/TNT)

As the scene opens we cut to a framed picture of TNT posted up on the wall, it shows him with is hood on as he makes his entrance. The camera pulls out and it shows what looks like TNT's locker room, this is a first for ACW as usually we just see TNT around the arena when he is captured in a segment. But what is stranger about the scene is that BK London is sitting down on his couch eating his fruits with his legs perched up on his coffee table. The knob of the door turns and in comes TNT who doesn't look slightly surprised about BK being in here.

TNT: And you are here because...

BK: Hey TNT, just because we aren't in the Corporate Alliance anymore doesn't mean we can't be friends. I mean come on we have a lot of history together...you remember EOTR...TNT...you remember EOTR..

TNT: Do I remember EOTR? Pfft, Of Course I do, I whooped your ass all over that ring and Pay Per View. Now, since you haven't answered, Why the hell are you here?

BK: Ok Ok relax...I am approaching you now to make some sort of deal with you..

TNT: A deal huh?

BK: Yeah...you see I've witnessed over the past weeks that you've become noticeably stronger since the Corporate Alliance disbanded, and since you so want a shot at the ACW Title I was thinking…You can help me win the No.1 Contender match and then go on to Heatwave to win the ACW Title for the second time...

TNT: Sounds like you're getting all the glory. What in the hell is in it for me?

BK puts his arm around TNT and looks up into the sky. TNT looks over at BK and BK quickly takes his arm off of his shoulder and continues to pan out the possible event in the sky.

BK: What’s in it for you? Listen, I'm a man of my word... you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours... if you help me win the ACW Title, you are guaranteed for the first shot against me, the champion...hell you can pick the stip…

TNT: Hmm....Yeah...First title shot after YOU 'win' I could pick the Stipulations huh? Well Of course I can beat you without Stipulations....

BK: YEAH!! So what do you say?

TNT: This might work, who knows?

BK: Sooo...you agree?

TNT: Why Not Man? I can see myself winning it later then never....

BK: Great...so I'll see you out there?

TNT: You got it.

BK: You’re a smart man. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to get to.

BK walks out TNT's locker room with a smile while TNT cockily smirks as we fade out.

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Match 4: Jake Cheng vs. BK London - Cage Match - FlashBack Series Match (Credit: BK; ending events credit: TNT)

The fans can be heard getting pumped as the shot returns to the arena; Philip stands in the ring as the cage is lowered.

Philip: This non-title match is scheduled for one fall and its a steel cage match, coming to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds from Brooklyn, New York, BK London!!

"Diamonds" hit and BK walks out to the ring focused, with one purpose...to win. He walks down to ringside and he grabs the cage to see if its sturdy. BK climbs up the steps and into the ring where he receives the most boos of the night.

Philip: And his opponent weighing in at 190 pounds from Dover, New Hampshire, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion, "The Chinese Phenom" Jake Cheng!!

"Black Magic" by Slayer blares through the PA system and Jake walks through the curtains with his title on his shoulder. He shines it up before he walks down to the ring and he stares into the cage. BK stares at him and the title he once had almost a year ago and chuckles before going back to stretching. Jake then gives the referee his belt and enters the ring.

Jake stares from across the ring at his former partner BK London, the two don't share any words as BK could care less about the history they had as Tag Team Champions Top Draw, all he cares about is showing no mercy after his loss against Jade on Monday. The bell rings for the match and the referee signals for the go in this match, the two walk to the center of the ring and they lock up. BK quickly gets in a waistlock and Jake tries to break the hold, and he eventually does and switches into a waistlock of his own. BK elbows Jake, having him release the hold and then he locks on a headlock on Jake, Jake tries to get out of it but BK has it locked on hard. Jake bounces off the ropes and he pushes BK off into the ropes and as Jake bends over BK kicks him in the jaw, Jake rises up holding the side of his mouth and BK hits a picture perfect dropsault. BK quickly makes the cover but Jake kicks out, BK gets up and he immediately stomps away at Jake, stomping a mudhole in his back and then drops a heavy elbow. BK picks up Jake but Jake begins to headbutt BK in his abdomen, he then begins to punch BK but BK punches back. Jake and BK exchange blows in the center of the ring, Jake begins to get the upper hand and he gets BK on the ropes. Jake punishes BK with a knife edge chop to his chest and BK howls in pain. Jake continues choping BK and then whips him off the ropes. Jake capitalizes with a Inverted Atomic Drop and then takes him down with a clothesline. BK is out of it for a second and he begins to get up and Jake bounces off the ropes and hits BK with a facebuster.

BK goes face first into the ground and the crowd cheers for Jake more out of the two heels. Jake climbs to the top rope and he begins to attempt to climb to the top of the cage but BK gets up and he rushes and grabs the leg of Jake. Jake attempts to kick BK off but BK torques the ankle of Jake. Jake screams as he is only inches from reaching the top of the cage as BK applies the Corporate Lock. BK slowly pulls Jake down back into the ring and Jake may tap. Jake begins to kick away at BK with his other leg and he kicks BK into the ropes. BK bounces off the ropes and Jake gets in the Inside Cradle, the ref counts one..two..thr-- and Jake almost had it but BK kicks out. BK gets up and so does Jake but BK levels him with a clothesline. Jake is out of it and BK slowly makes his way to the corner to catch his breath, BK uses the ropes to help him up to his feet and he waits for Jake to get up. Jake slowly staggers up to his feet and BK springboards to the top rope and turns in mid air hoping to hit a Bulldog but Jake ducks and BK lands on his feet. BK holds knee and Jake attempts to hit the Unprettier as he turns him around BK gets out of the move and he drops to his knees to hit Jake with a low blow. Jake holds his groin in pain and BK grabs the arm of Jake and puts one leg on one side and another leg on the otherside of his arm. BK rolls forward and it looks like he is about to lock in the Jujigatame Armbar or the Cross Armbreaker as some would call it. BK wants to hyperextend the arm of Jake but Jake keeps his arms clenched together to prevent him from doing so. BK punches away at Jake's arm but Jake keeps it clenched on for his life.

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BK then rakes the eyes of Jake and Jake breaks his clench and BK locks in the submission. Jake is screaming in pain but he knows he doesn't want to tap, he rolls back and quickly pulls his arm out as BK loosened the submission. BK gets up and turns around and Jake goes for a DDT but BK wrenches the arm and attempts The Mockbottom but Jake elbows his way out of it. He then grabs the inside of the BK's leg and rolls forward into a modified Inside Cradle, one...two....thre-- but BK rolls out of it. BK gets up and he picks up Jake, he whips Jake into the ropes but instead of bouncing off Jake holds on. Jake looks at BK and then gives him the middle finger which peeves of BK. BK sprints toward Jake and Jake side steps BK and BK goes head first into the cage. BK bounces off and begins to reel, Jake capitalizes and he grabs the back of BK's head and smashes it against another wall of the cage. BK reels again Jake does it one more time. BK bounces off and he is hit the the Intermission aka X-Factor. BK is out cold in the center of the ring and you can see he is bleeding from his head, Jake is out in the ring too and the crowd is chanting Jake's name as they want him to pin BK. Jake looks over and he shifts his weight to put one arm over the chest of BK, the ref counts one....two....th--, BK gets his shoulder up and the crowd can't believe it. Jake slowly begins to get to his feet and BK slowly staggers also, the blood drips from the head of BK onto the mat staining it. BK gets up to his feet and Jake sends him reeling with a right hand, BK bounces off the rope and Jake grabs him and it looks as if he is about to hit a Mockbottom of his own but BK elbows out of it. Jake holds his head and turns around, as he faces BK again BK kicks him in the abdomen and drops him with The Revolver. Jake's head is drilled into the ground and BK quickly hooks the leg of Jake...one....two...thr-- BUT JAKE KICKS OUT. JAKE KICKS OUT.

BK is livid in the center of the ring with the blood pouring down his face, BK covers Jake again and Jake kicks out. And he does it for the third time but Jake kicks out again, BK slams his hands against the mat in frustration. BK picks up Jake and he hoists him on his shoulder, he then completes the Gory Special, invented by Gory Guerrero. Jake's face shows and unbearable amount of pain, the referee asks if Jake wants to give up but Jakes shakes his head no. BK bends lower and lower and finally he pins Jake's shoulders down in a Backslide Pin but Jake kicks out. BK is pissed and he pushes the referee down before taking off the ref's belt. BK now punishes Jake across the back with the black leather belt and Jake is bawling in pain. BK then chokes Jake with the belt before ditching the two. BK tells the referee to open up the door as he is walking down, just then out of nowhere Gary hops over the barricade and he smashes the door in the face of BK. BK flips back inside the ring overselling the door shot and Gary gets an inch of retribution for a few weeks ago. Just then Predator runs down and he lays Gary out with a clothesline, Predator then goes over to Phillip and he throws him off his chair. Predator runs back and he slides the chair into the ring. BK edges for the chair and he picks it up. BK gets up and so does Jake, BK swings as if he were Jason Giambi but Jake ducks and BK takes out the referee. BK turns around and Jake hits the Shade of Michaels on the chair into the face of BK. BK is out cold in the ring and Jake is out too. Jake then covers BK but there is no referee. Predator tries to get into the ring but Gary pulls him out and takes him down to the ground with lefts and rights. Gary tosses Predator over the guard rail and they fight through the crowd while back in the ring Jake is trying to escape.

Jake seems to have the case of spaghetti legs as his legs are wobbly as they climb to the top rope. Jake continues up and he tries to climb out the cage but BK is seen getting up. BK follows Jake but Jake is already at the top. Jake is almost out the cage as he seems to be going headfirst but BK climbs to the top and sits there while he applies the Corporate Lock. Jake screams in pain and he is seen tapping but you can't tap on the top of the cage. BK throws his other leg to the outside of the cage and he unlocks the hold on Jake. BK begins to climb down the cage and he lands on the outside. The bell rings and the referee runs over to BK to check on him.

Philip: And the winner of this match via escape, B-K London!!

"Diamonds" by Kanye West hits and the referee raises the arm of the bloody competitor. BK smiles as he is helped up by the referee, BK pushes off the ref as he needs to help. Just then all of a sudden the crowd kind of pops as someone runs down the entrance ramp and stalks BK near the Announce Tables. As soon as BK turns around TNT tries to go for the RKO, but BK is smarter then this and pushes TNT away, BK, In instinct BK tries to hit the Shades of Michaels but TNT sidesteps him and as BK turns around for a short clothesline but TNT catches him and gives him a Novacaine that has BK's Chin clipping the Edge of the Announcer's Table. BK Rolls on the ground holding his jaw. TNT gets up and kicks off the top half of the Steel Steps and goes back to BK. TNT Tries to Drag BK towards the bottom half of the Steel Steps but BK is resisting, TNT starts to knee the sides of Bk's knee and kicking it, TNT finally is able to drag BK towards the steps and puts his leg across them. TNT lashes at the timekeeper and TNT takes his chair, he folds it up and measuring BK, he hits one Chair shot to Bk's Knee, and a Second Thunderous one for good measure. The Crowd flinches at each shot. TNT drops the chair and grabs a mic.

TNT: How DARE you ask me to do your dirty work. This isn't the Corporate Alliance. I'm getting the Number 1 Contendership and winning the Title before you get out of the hospital you Son of A Bitch!

BK grabs his knee while screaming in agony, as TNT stands over him smirking and he slaps his chest Twice and toe kicks BK's head lightly, nudging it disrespectfully.

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Segment: Kiss and Make Up (Writing credit: Ridley, Rose, Kiji)

The shower stopped a full twenty minutes ago, and yet the door still hasn't opened. A lesser man would have been greatly annoyed by now, but the One Man Holocaust is actually more content that there's no source of conflict around. Ridley opens his eyes and listens as the sounds of Rose throwing up penetrate their way through the bathroom door. He shakes his head after a couple seconds, dismissing it as the obvious.

Ridley: Probably never seen a man die before. Well...if there's ONE thing she'll get used to on this trip...

He turns to the large snuff tin he got from Crimson's El Dorado and opens it up, chopping up the cocaine inside with a razor blade. Rose walks out of the bathroom with a towel covering her torso and another around her hair, then pulls the latter towel off and flips her hair back behind her head.

Rose: Well?

Ridley: Well what?

Rose: The hair.

He looks up, and for a second, Ridley stares without truly comprehending. His startled eyes wander over her freshly-dyed tresses, examining the shift from white to black they've taken. As he finally takes the whole sight in, he can't help but admit...it looks good. Great, even. Hell, if this'd happened last year, he would probably have taken her right there and then. As it is, however, it's been a long and stressful day, with more no doubt to follow.

Ridley: Oh...

He goes back to working the razor blade in the sea of white, and Rose's shoulders ever-so-slightly slump as she goes and sits down on her bed. He doesn't care; she can tell. Hell, if this'd happened last year, he would've noticed. He probably wouldn't have been able to keep his eyes OR his hands off her. Eventually, her eyes wander to the now-finely-ground pile of cocaine as Ridley takes an investigatory pinch and snorts it to test its potency.

Rose: I thought you quit.

Ridley: Come again?

Rose: You said you quit using that.

Ridley: I did.

Rose: Then WHY are you doing it right now?

Ridley: I started again.

She's frustrated. He's obviously doing this just to bother her.

Rose: WHEN?

He's getting annoyed. She's obviously doing this just to bother him.

Ridley: Ehh...March or so.

March...about a month after they split up. Does that mean...no, he'd probably stopped using it just so he didn't have to listen to her complain about it. There's no way he'd ever loved her as much as she'd loved him.

Rose: You did it...for me?

Damn right, he'd done it for her. If there was one thing he'd been certain about back then, it was that he loved her. More than anything he could possibly dream of. But right now, there's no way he was going to admit something like that. Besides, it's not like it was mutual.

Ridley: Basically. I didn't have to listen to you complain about it, so it turned out fine.

Ouch. That hurt, and not just on one side. There's a pause while Rose stretches out on her bed, staring towards the ceiling, and Ridley sighs, sliding the container away from him. He's not in the mood for the stuff anymore.

Rose: So...you just started back on it because I wasn't around to harass you about it?

Rolling over, Ridley too stares at the ceiling, and sighs, finally capitulating.

Ridley: ....No, I suppose not.

Rose: Why then?

Ridley: I...

It doesn't come immediately, and he bites his lip before finally saying it.

Ridley: I needed it. To cope with some things.

Yeah, it's prying, but she gives it a shot anyway.

Rose: Such as?

Losing you. Losing you, losing you, losing you, losing you, losing you...

Ridley: Assassins, Cryptities, people in general wanting me dead. The rigors of prophethood.

GodDAMN it, Simon.

Rose: ...I see.

Ridley: Why do you care?

Because you don't need it to fill that hole. You SHOULDN'T need it; you're too strong for it. Couldn't I fill that hole, if I tried?

Rose: Just being concerned. Is that allowed?

Great, Alexandra. Now you've done it...

Ridley: Fine. I'm going to get some sleep.

He rolls over, facing away from her and turning his gaze to the wall, as Rose turns off the lamp. A couple seconds later, she follows suit, and a silence fills the room, a silence thoroughly filled with what could have been.

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Rose's eyes snap open yet again as she shivers violently. The air conditioning's been going all night, and from what she can tell, there's no way to decipher the system to the point of being able to turn it off. She glances at the clock yet again: 3:30 AM. This can't go on all night; there's only one thing she can think of left to do. Slowly rising to her feet, Rose keeps the sheets wrapped around her and steps over to Ridley's side, leaning over.

Rose: Ridley.

No response.

Rose: Ridley!

He rolls over, blinking, and looks at her with a weary, "the hell are you doing up at this hour" look.

Ridley: ....yes?

Rose: Look...it's freezing cold over there, and the air conditioner's been going all night.

Ridley: Mmhmm.

Rose: So...can I sleep next to you?

It takes him a second to process this, and he casts an eye over the sheets.

Ridley: Are you...decent under those?

It's a dumb question, and he knows it as soon as it leaves his mouth. It's not like it matters.

Rose: Does it matter? It's nothing you aren't already familiar with.

Ridley: Touche...all right, hold on.

He rolls over to one side, making room for her, and Rose slides in next to him, relaxing from the newfound warmth Ridley's created by lying there all night. The two lie there, side by side, inches apart, for what feels like an eternity, until she breaks the silence.

Rose: Ridley?

Ridley: Hmm?

Rose: What if I told you I had something you probably needed to know? About us, I mean. Something important.

Ridley: I'd ask if it could wait until tomorrow. I'm not exactly lucid.

Rose: Hmm. True.

Ridley: But I'll make sure to ask you then.

Rose: Promise?

Ridley turns his head to look at her.

Ridley: Yes. I promise.

With that, Rose snuggles in close, leaning her head on his shoulder. Ridley doesn't bother resisting, and leaves his arm around her. It could be that he's just too worn out to complain, but that's clearly not the case.

Rose: Thank you. Good night.

Ridley: Good night.

And for a while, as they drift off to sleep, everything is right again, as it once was.

End.

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Segment: Down the tubes

As the next scene begins, there is an odd scrunching sound. The shot is of AK and Latino’s room, looking pretty much as it always does; the camera pans downward and shows a rustling bag of nachos. A slight adjustment of the angle reveals the rear half of Richard Parker sticking out of the bag, and a pair of feet.

Richard Parker extracts himself and grooms the crumbs from his fur. He then hops up on to the couch where Alicia is stretched out in a dressing gown, with a towel wrapped around her head. She has her slightly dog – eared notebook in front of her.

Alicia: All right, where were we? I think I have time to tell you about the first meeting before I need to finish getting changed.

She looks at the door, but doesn’t lock it this time; her expression suggests that she’s not expecting to see Victor back in here tonight. Richard Parker spreads himself along the line of Alicia’s thigh where she’s propped up on one elbow, almost like a soft velvet puddle. Alicia rubs his head, and then starts to read.

I like traveling on the Underground in London; you can always feel anonymous there, and watch people without any fear of them watching you back. I rode the Central Line to Holborn, and headed for the Piccadilly going north; there were many people which was slightly odd given that it was about 2pm, but then it was a Friday. Most of them separated from my path to go south, probably to Heathrow; I took the less traveled route and emerged on to the platform. Following the instructions that were written in the letter left at my student digs, I walked to a row of seats about halfway along the platform and made myself comfortable.

A train came in, and a couple of minutes later there was another one; it was about 5 minutes then until the third. You have to remember that this was before 9/11, before people started to become afraid of anyone who wasn’t as keen to get out of the labyrinth as they were; I could have sat there all day. Not that I was planning on doing that, of course; in fact the skeptical side of my mind was already gearing up for a substantial whinge about what a colossal waste of time this all was, when –

“Excuse me, are you lost?”

I looked to my left. The man had seemingly appeared out of nowhere; I certainly hadn’t been aware of his footfalls approaching along the mostly empty platform. His clothes were a little shabby, not threadbare but certainly worn. The cynical part of me was already shouting “weirdo alert!” but of course I ignored it and was terribly English about the whole thing.

“No, thankyou, I’m waiting for someone.”

“On the platform? Most people would wait in the ticket hall.”

I thought quickly.

“The person I’m meeting gets lost easily…. I want to be sure that we don’t miss each other in the crowds.”

There was no response to this. Although my reserved nature was doing its best to persuade me not to make eye contact, I fought it and looked at him. The man was just looking back at me, not in a psychotic way but almost in a disinterested manner. The realization came quickly, and I decided to call his bluff.

“Are you just going to stare into space, or was there a point to me coming here after all?”

I thought I saw a flicker of a smile.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

The man got up, and without even looking behind him started to walk off. I knew at this moment in time that this was my last chance to walk away….. but I couldn’t do that, not after coming this far. I quickly followed; a woman coming the other way got into my line of sight for a second, and that was all it took; he was gone. I stopped; the exit was still some distance ahead. Where could he be?

I turned to my left and faced the wall; the only place he could possibly have gone. There were while wall panels there as there were along the rest of the platform – but as I looked closely I saw a little hole at about waist height. A dim and distant memory flared, and I took a deep breath, looked to my left and right, and then when I was sure no one was looking…. I pushed the panel. It swung open and I stepped through smartly, letting it close once more.

The grime on the tiles of the wall and staircase proved that the area hadn’t been used by passengers for several years. I hesitated, looking at the dimly lit stairwell, and then proceeded forward. I felt for the edge of the door and pulled it inward, allowing myself to move out on to the opposite side.

Apart from its abandoned nature, this platform was a mirror of the one I’d just left. It was quite surreal looking at old advertisements; I recognized one or two of them vaguely.

“1994, they closed the shuttle to Aldwych. It seems longer, don’t you think?”

I turned, and looked properly at the man for the first time. He had dark, thick hair which I suspected was fortified with colour; his skin looked a little rough and weather worn, but his posture and stride told me that this was a man of considerable personal pride. He was in fact quite attractive, in the way that older men often are to impressionable younger women. I estimated his age at somewhere between 40 and 50, but it really was no more than a guess.

I decided that forthrightness was the only way to proceed; girlish coyness would probably just irritate him. I took out the letter from my pocket.

“I would like to know exactly what happened to me on the night that I received this, if you don’t mind.”

He looked at me; his stare was like having a drill placed between your eyes.

“Do you want to rephrase that?”

My mind raced. But I went with my instincts.

“I don’t believe that I dreamed those events. So I suppose what I really want to know is what it was that killed me.”

There was a tiny pause, and then the man smiled properly for the first time.

“That’s a better question than I was expecting. Let’s sit.”

We sat on a slightly creaky set of seats. The man took out a thin cigar, and lit it; I noticed that the fire alarms didn’t sound. Perhaps they weren’t maintained here, or perhaps it was something else all together.

“You underwent an assessment. An assessment of your potential as a protector of society at large.”

“That’s interesting, but it wasn’t what I asked.”

“Heh. You like to get a straight answer… I can understand that. I think you already know what they were, but we never use the word you would choose; we call them ghouls.”

“So, if I’m understanding this correctly, what you’re telling me is that these…. ghouls don’t just appear at your beck and call. They can appear in other places, too, places where they’re not needed. And someone has to remove them.”

“I’d call that a succinct summary, yes.”

I didn’t speak again for a couple of minutes. In one way it all made perfect sense…. and in all others, it was the biggest load of hooey I’d ever heard. It was probably all some stunt, Ant and Dec were surely going to pop out at any moment yelling in Geordie accents. I got up and started walking before I was consciously aware of what I was doing. The man didn’t try to stop me; he didn’t need to. My mind was already fighting the battle internally.

I halted at the concealed door; there was one thing which was still bothering me, and having come this far it would be stupid not to ask.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

“If that was an assessment……. then I was absolute shit. I mean, they tore me apart, didn’t they?”

He’d moved closer to me; his voice was soft, and yet it echoed around that space. I felt the air move, a train in one of the live tunnels….

“You were put into an unwinnable situation – the worst possible conditions under which to come under attack. Most people never stop running they exhaust themselves and pass out, and those that do stop running usually get mauled by the lone simulant. We had to generate a whole gang of them before you caved in….. you’ve got a rare talent, Alicia. Not that that surprises me.”

Much later on, that last comment of his would come searing back into my mind, but for now I didn’t pick up on its importance.

“…….so those weren’t “real”, then?”

“They were perfectly real to you. Just not physically dangerous.”

“I was still crap, you know.”

“I can help you to fix that.”

Another pause.

“There’s a strong possibility that I could get hurt or be killed. I’m not sure if I could handle that, I don’t know if that’s what I want. And to be honest I’m not sure if I even believe any of this. You’re asking me to take it on faith that all that you’ve said is true.”

“I am. But I can give you something to help you decide.”

The man handed me a small flat packet.

“Open it when you get home. It’ll explain things a little better.”

I took it, and we looked at one another closely.

“You know my name, and I can tell that you want me to believe you. So help me just a little bit more…… tell me your name, any name, something to call you. Even if it isn’t your real one.”

He sucked air through his teeth.

“In our line of work, names don’t mean much. But you can call me Bioletti. And I hope you will call me, Alicia…… after all, what’s the alternative?”

He seemed to evaporate even as I was hearing his words; I was alone on the platform. I looked around me; if I opened this package, and even considered taking up the offer that I now knew was inside it, then this was a metaphor for the world I’d be entering. The same, but darker, dirtier, and just out of sight of the rest of the population; invisible, and yet solid.

I soaked up the atmosphere for another few moments….. and then turned, and went back through the looking glass to the real world.[/b]

As Alicia finishes the passage, she glances up and looks at the clock on her desk. She starts, and Richard Parker jumps off with a mew of surprise.[/i]

Alicia: Oh heck, look at the time! I’d better get ready….. mustn’t keep Hunter waiting.

She moves off quickly out of the shot, and the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Yoko’s decision (Credit: Yoko)

Mercer Stanton is seen relaxing in his office, with Elias at his side as always. They hear a knock.

Mercer: That's probably her.

Elias opens the door, and it is Yoko Satoshi.

Yoko: You wanted to see me?

Mercer: Yes, sit down.

Yoko sits in the chair in front of his desk.

Mercer: I'm certain you're aware by now about the match at Seven Deadly Sins regarding the fate of ACW.

Yoko: Yes.

Mercer: Has Ginger talked to you about it?

Yoko: No.

Mercer: I thought not. The reason I've asked you is, this is an important match. I also have very few loyal to me. Elias here, he's a bodyguard...He can't wrestle.

Elias coughs loudly.

Mercer: Mr. Dulario's loyalties may not be with me, and he's not up for it. Mr. Giovanni is too risky, whoever Ginger picks will probably demolish him. Ginger will pick no one but the best, and neither will I.

Yoko: What about Kiji?

Mercer: Kiji? No...Not for this, I think. Too unpredictable at times.

Yoko: Then who?

Mercer: The only one left. You.

Yoko: You want me to represent you? Why?

Mercer: Why not? You're the world champion. You'll beat whoever Ginger grabs. So if you could sign thi-

Yoko: No, sorry.

Stanton's smile drops, and then reappears.

Mercer: What do you mean? You said I could rely on you. I've chosen you.

Yoko: I can't, you're just trying to use me.

Mercer: Don't think of it like that, think of it as you helping a friend. It's definitely not "using you."

Yoko: But it's also hurting a friend. I couldn't help take away from Ginger what he created, he's been as nice to me as you have. Not as financially nice, but nice none the less.

Mercer: But...You don't understand, I was relying on the fact that you would do this. There is no one else good enough!

Yoko stands.

Yoko: I won't do it.

Stanton glares at her.

Mercer: Get out. Show her the door, Elias.

Yoko's suddenly grabbed by the back of her jacket collar quite forcefully by Elias, he drags her to the door and pushes her out into the hallway.

Mercer: If you won't help, you may find your title reign ending soon, Yoko. You don't seem to remember how many times I've bailed you out.

Elias: Ungrateful whore.

Elias slams the door in her face. Yoko is stunned at their sudden new attitude toward her, and also angered. She heads back to her locker room.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Hunter

This match is one that has the fans intrigued; both competitors have substantial reputations, and expectations are high. Philip is his usual, professional self as he steps into the ring.

Philip: This is an intergender match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from London, England…… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!

”I’m a Bomb” kicks into life and there’s a rousing reaction from the fans as AK comes out, perfectly presented as always. She jogs down to the ring, pausing occasionally to greet a few of the fans, and leaves her superfluous costume on the outside before entering the ring. She gives Philip a nod in greeting and rests against one of the turnbuckles.

Philip: And her opponent, from Rochester, NY, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable…. Hunter!

The fans shout and cheer enthusiastically for Hunter as he comes out from the back; it’s clear that he has several things on his mind, but he manages to put them to one side for now and concentrate on the contest. The sound of his many supporters gives him a lift, and he mounts a couple of turnbuckles in recognition of them before returning to the centre. As the referee reminds them of the rules, Alicia and Hunter stare at each other, perhaps to see who will break first. It’s a moot point as they’re still watching one another as the ref gives the all clear for things to get moving.

Bell Rings.

Things get off to a restrained start; AK and Hunter circle, each aware of what the other is capable of and not wanting to walk into an attack. The gap slowly dissolves and AK makes the first move, darting forward as if to tackle Hunter but jumping to the side at the last second. She aims a kick at Hunter’s back, but Hunter’s too nimble and he spins around, extending his own foot to block the strike. AK immediately flips into a kick with her other foot and Hunter ducks it with millimeters to spare; the crowd audibly winces at the near miss. AK’s shot leaves her facing away from Hunter, who is able to use a neat german suplex and get in the first proper offense of the match; AK keeps herself rolling backward as she lands so that although she takes quite a hard impact, she’s the first back on her feet. Hunter rolls over on to his hands and knees as he’s getting up and leaves himself open for a roundhouse kick to the head; he keels over and AK dives in for a cover, but Hunter shoves her off well before the 2 count. Keeping his wits about him, Hunter sees that they’ve ended up close to one of the corners, and he uses this to his advantage, so that as AK gets up Hunter is ready with a powerful spear that drives the pair of them back against the turnbuckle. He gets up and swiftly puts the boot in, knowing that he needs to wear his foe down; AK looks to be in a bit of trouble but she’s taken a battering several times before, and Hunter can’t prevent her from getting back up with the help of the ropes. He stays just a touch too long, going for a final hit, and this gives AK the chance to turn things around, grabbing on to Hunter and spinning him 180 degrees so that their positions are reversed. Before Hunter can try and get out of the way, AK pulls off a crowd – pleasing Rico style guillotine kick using the ropes for extra spring, and while Hunter reels from that she hooks his arms and takes him over backward, rolling the pair of them into a pin. On this occasion tough Hunter gets the last word; he uses his weight and keeps them rolling so that it’s AK who finds that her shoulders are down. She breaks free just after the 2 count, and Hunter smiles as she pushes him away and returns to a vertical base.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Knowing that AK likes to bounce around like Zebedee on acid, Hunter’s best ploy is to try and keep her on the solid mat. This is of course easier said than done; Hunter approaches from behind and tries to put AK into a waistlock, but just gets a face full of elbow for his trouble. He has enough presence of mind to grab AK’s arm as she’s trying to move away, and pulls her toward him to deliver a crushing boot to the gut. AK crumples forward and drops to her knees, and this gives Hunter the opportunity he’s been looking for to apply the bear trap. The fans divide as they usually do on these occasions; most of the ladies are rooting for the studly Hunter, while quite a few (slightly jealous) men suddenly develop a feminist streak. Hunter knows that he’s got to drain as much energy as he can from his foe, especially as the chances of his winning via submission are weak; AK is well aware that this is the case, and gathers her strength before powering out of the hold. She takes a moment to recover as the two of them are getting up; Hunter catches sight of this, and makes his move rapidly, lifting AK up and using his famed elbow drop. AK most definitely looks to be struggling to stay 100% focused, and Hunter takes a chance, turning her over and starting to set up the Eighth Sin. The distinctive hold, however, gives the game away; AK resists so that Hunter can’t lock his arms together, and pulls her legs tightly together so that now Hunter can’t extract his arm. She uses her own arm which is hooked to hold Hunter’s adjacent limb, and as Hunter tries to pull away he inadvertently starts to turn AK over, freeing up her own arm on the other side. With Hunter held in range, AK starts to hit Hunter point blank in the face; she lacks his sheer power, but Hunter is unable to protect himself in any way and on about the 5th strike AK can see that he’s starting to get very dizzy. Swiftly she releases his arm from her legs, jumps up to her feet, and hooks up her foe to complete the Falling star. A pin follows, and AK gets 2.5 before Hunter kicks away. He pulls back, trying to make himself a little breathing space, and the fans all lean forward in their seats, with no idea how such a closely fought match is going to pan out…….

For the next 5 minutes or so there’s nothing to divide the two superstars; AK uses the ropes to their fullest, springboarding off into hurricanranans and planchas aplenty, while Hunter positively tries to break a hole in the ring with the number of impact moves he forces AK to endure. With their batteries running low, both know that the end must come soon, and they watch for any sign of faltering nerve in each other; it’s AK who loses patience first and unwisely tries to use her speed to take Hunter on toe to toe. She avoids the first few attacks, but Hunter on;y needs to get lucky once, and when he does it’s with a punch that seriously messes up AK’s snese of direction. Unable to take evasive action, Hunter sees that she’s open for a big move, and with the fans going nuts he fires the Shotgun. The room practically explodes, and Hunter drops into the pin; the ref counts, 1…….2…… - Hunter waits for the 3, not feeling a kick, but the ref has stopped. Hunter looks up, confused, and then sees it – AK’s foot is on the bottom rope. In his hurry to complete the move Hunter did not check his position, and he swears under his breath at his own carelessness; he swears again, this time audibly, when AK lifts her knee and strikes him in the stomach while he’s still leaning over her, looking at the ref. AK rolls on to the edge of the apron; she struggles up, and can see than Hunter is doing the same. With little time to think, AK gets a flash of inspiration; she is standing behind the ropes, and the crowd starts to react as she jumps up to the third. AK jumps up, but not forward – instead she drops on to the rope again, and this time gets a super - high catapult upward, so much so that for a moment Hunter loses sight of her. It’s the critical point – as AK goes up she somersaults, and Hunter’s attempt to catch her is doomed to failure due to AK’s extra velocity. They both crash to the mat, and AK hooks Hunter’s leg and rolls him into a tight pin. The ref’s still down from Hunter’s last attempt, and gives the 3 count just a split second before Hunter frees himself. The bell rings, and the crowd roars its approval for the match.

Philip: Here is your winner…… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!

It takes a couple of seconds for either party to move again; the fans are yelling their heads off in appreciation of the display they’ve just seen. Hunter has an expression that has “Damn!” written all over it; he knows that luck just wasn’t on his side in the final shakedown. Alicia’s equally aware that she at least partially owes this win to good fortune, and as the pair slowly get up she offers Hunter her hand. He pauses for a second, then takes it, and almost without realizing it the pair give one another a hug. There’s a predictable “Ooooh!” from the crowd; the embrace lasts perhaps just a second more than might be expected, and when they do part both Hunter and Alicia have a most unusual look on their faces. Their eyes meet for a second, and it’s as if – but no, Alicia looks away and then at the mat. It’s a very rapid, but telling response; she looks back at Hunter with a smile, and then hops out of the ring, holding up her arms to the crowd. Hunter’s surprised at this, but shrugs it off, and waits a few moments for Alicia to move away before following, keeping his thoughts strictly to himself, whatever they may be…….

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: RDK and TNT’s very long argument (Credit: RDK / TNT)

Once we come back "Macho Man" is storming through the arena and the ACW's very own Show Stopper and Southern States Champion Randy Kanyon comes on down to the ring, slapping hands with various fans. He jumps into the squared circle and reveals a mic whilst keeping his title over his shoulder. He flicks on his sunglasses and then yells into the microphone...

Randy: Finally...

Crowd: The Macho Man!....

Randy: HAS COME BACK....

Crowd: To Thursday Night Meltdown!!!!

Crowd Cheers

Randy: Brudahs, last Monday I was challenged with the "chief of staff" that is The Predator! By god brudah, the man couldn't even fight your Macho Man without the help of KILEY JOHNSON, BK LONDON AND A GODDAMNED HORSE SHOE! And after all that, I still kept the championship!! I'd like to thank Beau James for letting me know so, and would like to tell Predator that he has got himself in store for a match of a life time! THATS RIGHT, the match that The Macho Man himself is undefeated in! The Brass Knuckles On A Pole Match!!! The Ultimate Macho rematch! You will fall just as V-3, Skurai and even Hunter have before you! As long as I have my MachoManiacs, nothing will get in our way!!!

Crowd: OoOoh Yeah!

Randy: And brudahs, since the last look at my list, there HAS been some progress, so lets take a look!

RDK reveals the usual remote and points it at the titantron, clicking a button. A familiar list appears AGAIN.....

LIST OF THOSE WHO HAVE MESSED WITH THE MACHO MAN V 2.0[/b]

BK London- Screwed The Macho Man out of the title on multiple occasions.

TNT - Beat The Macho Man on the biggest stage of them all, hes gonna get it brudahs!!!

Davey Marvel - Frankly, Beat The Fuck Out Of The Macho Man with multiple weapons and gruesome moves. (Update: Hes gone from jabroni to brudah in my book, and I have since got retribution in a steel cage!)

The Senator - Debuted His Stable On Yours Truly, getting away with it. However, that will not be the case for much longer...

Anthony Kalb - Stated He Was Better Then The Macho Man on an edition of Fallout.

Honorable Mentions

Yoko Satoshi - I want the title, Nothing less brudah...I mean...sista...

Latino - Oh by no means am I ripping on you brudah, but I gotta beat you some day! (Update: I did!)

End clip

Randy: So I am making success brudahs! That is indeed evident! Not only that, but a new addition to the list! Another mission for the People's Champion! What I speak of is TNT! Get your jabroni ass out here! OoOoh Yeah!!!

The Crowd boos at the mere mention of the three letter acronym

Randy: OoOoh Yeah, you think you can just mosey on out here last Monday and say your the best then stray away from me when I call you out? You should be ashamed of yourself brudah! I am macho, there is no denying that! You beat me at Omega Effect, true enough! But you think you got the power to do that to The Macho Man TWICE? I think not brudah! I've defeated you on three seperate occasions! For a title, a tournemant and a warm up! You beat me on a fluke and a ppv! Not bad brudah! Not bad! Maybe you are worthy of a shot at the championship brudah? Well lets find out!

'Blood Brothers' By Papa Roach plays throughout the arena to stop RDK in his track. The Crowd Pops somewhat but still there are many boo's. TNT emerges from the curtains wearing black dress shirts and pants, holding a mic.....and he Stops at the Ramp

TNT: ....."Maybe I'm Worthy of a shot at the Championship?" Maybe?! You've got to be kidding me Randy. You know damn well that I deserve a show at ACW World title. Why? Because you stated the Obvious, I beat you at Omega Effect, the biggest show of them ALL! I've also beaten BK London enough times, well More then I can count anyway. I told you, Like I said last week, I'm just THAT Much better!

The Crowd Boo's

TNT: Let me tell you something, Mister Goodie Two Shoes. You're just jealous....

The Crowd boo's even more loudly

TNT: Yeah, you're just jealous because I was in this federation in a shorter time, and Accomplished more then the Macho MAN! Then I hammered the final nail in the coffin after I beat You, Randy at Omega Effect. Now its eating at you from the inside. Eating at you so much that you had to go on a second rate show, Saturday Night Fallout and win some hillbilly Title!!

Crowd: BOOOO

TNT: smiles Thats right, You had to go to fallout and win some un-important title so you can try to hang with T-N-T. Well I can say that I can't blame ya Junior. I mean who wouln't want to be Me. I Have the looks, I have the Moves, I have the Charisma, I have the Ring Awareness, I have the Skills to become the ACW World Champion. You know it! BK Knows it! and the Fans know it!!

TNT Points to the crowd to the whole arena as they boo and cheer for pointing at them all.

TNT: But you know what RDK?! I'm going to prove something that you ask me too......I'm going to prove that I can kick your ass again, right here, right now!

TNT drops the mic and the crowd goes wild as he walks down the ramp and RDK gets out of the ring to meet him there as they stare each other down and talk the trash. RDK has had enough though and he swings a right to TNT and continues to do so, making TNT reel up the ramp. TNT tries to get in some offense but RDK continues. The two eventually end up backstage, TNT ducks a punch by RDK, he gets up behind RDK and tries for a punch of his own but RDK blocks it, pushing TNT into the concession. TNT falls over the concession backstage and knocks over mustard, salt, ketchup and a hot dog machine! The concession manager is not pleased with this..

Manager: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!? AYAYAYAYAHAHAHYYAAAAAAH!

The obviously arabian manager is enraged by TNT, TNT gets up, covered in mustard and ketchup, and he doesn't give a shit what the manager thinks, so he takes a spatuala and smacks the manager in the face, followed by a rebound shot in the ass after spinning 360. The manager cries in pain as he runs out the concession and TNT turns off the lights as he smirks, looking back at the not impressed Macho Man RDK.

Randy: Someone smells disgusting and needs a bath brudah!

TNT: Shut your fuckin' mouth!

And with that TNT leaps over the counter through the glassless window of the concession and the two continue to fight. TNT is feuled by rage and this time is in control, getting RDK powerless with many kicks to the gut, however RDK keeps moving backwards. The two pass Gary who looks on in puzzlement

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Gary: What are you guys doing?

Randy: I got my HANDS FULL WITH A LIVE ON BRUDAH!

Gary: ...OH NO! GARY TO THE RESC-

Gary is cut off by a very rude and smelly Tracy Finn, who just left the men's room

Tracy: -..NO I'll save him!'

Tracy skips towards RDK and TNT and tries to punch TNT but TNT immediatly dodges in disgust and steps back about 10 feet

TNT: You smelly rotten shit bag! Why I oughta spit in your corn flakes and call you junior, junior! Don't you EVER.....EVERRRRRR, touch me! You goddamned disgrace!

Tracy Finn's feelings are hurt as he clutches his face and begins to cry, RDK looks over at him, cocking an eyebrow

Randy: ...I'm sorry brudah...but you smell...

Randy leaves Finn to sulk as he continues his battle with the ever so yellow and red TNT, and this makes it's way into the showers as Gary follows. TNT pushes RDK from him and runs into a stall, locking it

Randy: Why you DIRTY Yellow AND red motor mouth! Get outta there!

RDK slams his fists on the door and while he does that, TNT slides under a wall seperating the stall from another stall and then slides under THAT stall's door. He slowly creeps behind RDK and then lifts him by the legs before chucking him over the stall in hopes of a swirly, which is successful as The People's Champ's visage is soaked in toilet water. Thank god it was flushed, RDK gets up and kicks the stall door down, pissed as a goat on crackers...

Randy: OoOoOoOoOoh NoOoOo!!!

Randy graps a plunger from behind the toilet and thwacks TNT with it time and time again. Gary cheers for the Macho Man anxiously and RDK feels better with his own personal support person at his side. TNT is pissed with this and grabs the plunger, yanks it from RDK, and stuffs it in the mouth of Gary. Gary's eyes water in innocence as he quickly rushses out of the stalls in embarassment and in sickness...however Gary wasn't bright enough to realise this might have been the place to stay if he were to clean up that of a mouth...By this time RDK and TNT are in the showers and TNT kicks RDK away, wiping some more ketchup off of himself...

TNT: So you think your the real fuckin' deal now that I got some ketchup on my face?

Randy cocks his eyebrow before breaking out into laughter

RDK: No Brudah, but I think your the real fuckin' mess, OoOoh Yeah! Don't forget to clean behind your ears!

RDK quickly dashes out of the shower area and shuts the glass door closed, TNT comes to it and bangs on it, wanting out. RDK smiles as TNT realises all shower dials are coveniently on the outside...

Randy: Lets see if we can fix this mess!

Randy turns on the hot water, and TNT runs around like crazy in the huge shower space as he is bombarded with hot water

TNT: AGH FUCK!

RDK switches it to cold

TNT: Ohhh Fucccccck!

RDK switches it to hot

TNT: AGH FUCK!]

RDK switches to cold

TNT: Ohhh Fuccccck!

RDK seems to be having fun so he snaps his fingers and Gary struts over with a stereo, back from his horried encounter with the plunger, RDK winks and Gary stands there stomping his foot in anxiosness. TNT slams against the glass door and nearly breaks it open but RDK has a greater weight capacity...

Randy: OoOoh Yeah! Who likes the beach boys?

The crowd goes berserk, even those who don't like them can't wait to here RDK sing it

Randy: Jesus, I got the singing munchies brudahs! It seems Im obligated to do this once a week!

RDK says this with laughter as he presses a button on the stereo and "Kokomo" by Beach Boys hits and the whole men's room is filled with the song...

TNT: What the fuck are you doing RDK? I'm fuckin' freezin in here!

RDK: I got a message for Latino brudah!

RDK: Latino, don't be low, you prolly wanna to go to, Bermuda, Bahama take your pretty mama!
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't you two go?
Jamaica...


TNT: Off the Florida-

RDK turns up the heat

TNT: KEYS AGH FUCK!!!!

RDK continues to dance

Gary: There's a place called Kokomo That's where you wanna go, to get away from it all!!

Randy: Bodies in the sand! Tropical drink melting in your hand! You two are in love, it's as simple as a rubber band!!! Latino don't let her down!!!

Randy snaps his fingers as he turns the shower to cold and TNT yelps...

Randy: Latino, don't be low, you prolly wanna to go to, Bermuda, Bahama take your pretty mama!
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't you two go?

TNT: Agh fuck I wish I WAS IN KOKOMO! This fuckin' temperature turns fast and RDK's head is slow...THATS WHERE I wanna goooowoooo...way down in Kokomo!!

RDK turns it to pure cold in anger as the song ends...

Randy: I'll see you later brudah...

RDK takes his weight off the door and walks out, TNT comes out of the shower, shaking and drenched....but clean......

TNT: Agh....

TNT notices Gary is there...

TNT: What are you looking at Junior? Go get me a gyro! NOW!

Gary scurries off in horror to the concession to get TNT a gyro as he tries to recover from the horrors of the shower.

TNT: This ain't over RDK....ah fuck, I need a gyro......

Fade Out