Thursday Night Meltdown, July 28th, 2005

[Yoko Satoshi]

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Spider vs. Predator – Entertainment Title

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Daredevil & Mystery Partner vs. Hunter & Senator - Tag Titles

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Davey vs. TBA

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Elias vs. Craig Lewis

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RDK vs. Falk

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Women's Title Rumble - Pinfall/Submission/KO/Elimination
Kiley
Rena
Sakina
Scarlett
Demmy

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TNT vs. Wyvern

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Yoko vs. Jonny - World Title

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[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Odelay IS a real word. Look it up in the Beckionary. (Credit: TNT/BK for segment, Yoko for title)

The show begins with a panoramic view of the ACW arena, fans cheering loudly as they realize the show is about to begin.

Backstage...The Camera goes down the hallway and shows none other then TNT with his Wrestling Attire and a TNT T-shirt on and smirking. He has the lovely Charlottoe on his left side looking up at him and with a micrphone on hand, we all know whats going down.

Charlotte: Ahem, TNT.

TNT looks down at her smiling at her, making he blush.

TNT: What is it?

Charlotte: Well...I just wanted to say, Three days ago on Monday Night Warfare you were given the night off because Gingerdude did not want you to injure anymore people...How did you feel about that?

TNT: Let me tell you something Ms. Charlotte...I hope that BK London and Randy Dallas Kanyon know that I am serious. Those jackasses need to know that I'm not some old joke, like each of them are. They need to know that I am the future of this business and they are going to go down the ladder and become nothings in the shadow of T-N-T. And about how I feel about the Day off that Ginger told me to take...well that really doesn't matter because...all I did was think about how great it was to smash and dash on BK London. You got anything else you must ask?

Charlotte: Well...Yes...tonight could very well be your toughest opponent yet... The Winner of the 2005 Fallen Heroes Battle Royal...Former International Champion, Wyvern.

TNT: Pfft...Wyvern? All I have to say about him is he doesn't impress me. So what if he won the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, I would've won that if it wasn't stolen from me by some jackass he was to fat to win the lightweight title. The Fact of the matter is....thats all in the past and it ain't going to help him tonight when he goes one on one with one of the best in the Industry. He thinks he was so great main eventing Omega Effect...well what happened? He choked and lost, I'll tell you the difference if I was in his position, I would've freakin won and in a sense I did, I beat a living Legend at Omega Effect, I made him bleed and I made him suffer and Wyvern, I'm going to do the same to you....RDK..BK...you guys better watch tonight, cause I'm going win...1...2...3

TNT: So what I am trying to say is..

Before TNT can get his final reasoning out his eyes begin to budge as he catches a glimpse of something coming towards him. A person wearing a black tanktop, camoflauge shorts, and a knee brace rams TNT into the Meltdown themed interview set. The black tanktop character is seen thrashing TNT while TNT is pounding away on his back. Charlotte runs of screaming as officials from the back break the two up. The referees are holding back the character and it is revealed to be none other than BK London. The veins are seen bulging from the neck and head of the ill-tempered BK. The fire in his eyes reveals the rage towards TNT that is consuming his body at the moment and with super-human like strength he tosses the 4 officials off of him and continues to go after TNT with stiff right hands to the face.

TNT doesn't take this lightly and fires back with right hands of his own, the intense battle between the two continues down the corridor knocking down anything in its path. As the scuffle continues down the hallway TNT rams the back of BK's head into one of the locker room doors creating a huge dent. Blood begins to trickle down the back of BK as he holds his head and gets down on one knee. BK looks up and he dives at TNT spearing him on the ground and he begins punching him. The referees finally restrain the two and TNT gets in a last hit as he kicks BK in his knee with the leg brace, BK's knees buckle below him and he falls to the ground holding his injured knee in pain. The referees try to grab TNT to make sure he doesn't do anymore damage but he pushes them away. TNT looks down as he is about to do some more damage but he does his trademark smirk and walks away.

BK begins to clench his knee the the referees attend to him and help him up, BK begins to smile as the cameras fade out.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: Predator vs Spider, ACW Entertainment Title (Credit: BK)

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Entertainment Championship, coming to the ring from Salt Lake City, Utah, Spider!!

"Black Out" by Himsa hits and the crowd begins to heavily boo Spider. He walks down the ramps and the crowd jeer him on Warfare. He quickly ignores them as he has the chance to become a 2 time Entertainment Champion. He enters the ring and walks around anticipating his opponent to come down.

Philip: And his opponent from Winnipeg, Canada, he is the Entertainment Champion, Predator !!

"Metalingus" hits and the crowd boos Predator more than Spider. He struts down cockily with the belt around his waist and enters the ring. He quickly takes it off and hands it to the referee to get this match under way. The ref gives it to the timekeeper and he signals for the bell.

The match starts off with Predator and Spider in the center of the ring, Predator walks around like he's a dusty style cowboy and finally the two lock up in the center of the ring. Predator locks on a headlock but Spider uses his impressive strength to push Predator off of him, Predator bounces off the ropes and attempts a Shoulder Block on Spider but Spider is too big for him and Predator goes down to the ground. Predator gets up as Spider chuckles, Predator gets off the ropes and bounces off it again now attempting a clothesline but Spider hardly budges. Predator can't figure it out and he walks up to Spider, he tells Spider to look up and Spider does so. Predator stomps on the foot of Spider and Spider hold his foot in pain as the crowd laughs, Predator now bounces off the ropes and Spider levels him with a big boot knocking him out like a sack of bricks. Spider grabs Predator around his neck and raises him up to a vertical state, Spider then tosses Predator into the corner back first. Spider backs up and then he runs full force into Predator, Predator walks out groggily and then he flops down to the mat. Spider picks up Predator and sets him up in the corner before chopping him in his chest. Predator holds his pain as he is suffering from a tremendous amount of pain, Spider chops Predator again and Predator's knees buckled below him. Predator's eyes bulge out of his head Benoit style. Spider picks up Predator but Predator pokes him in his eyes.

Spider is blinded for the moment and Predator follows up with a jawbreaker, Spider holds his jaw in unmeasureable pain as he also bit his tongue too. Predator dropkicks Spider into the turnbuckle and now rolls him up with a School Boy. Spider kicks out and Predator slams his fist on the ground as he was hoping to finish off Spider early. Spider rises to his feet and Predator quickly climbs up to the top rope with cat like agility. Spider gets up and Predator takes him down with a Missle Dropkick and quickly goes for another cover, this time hooking the leg but Spider gets his shoudler up right before three. Predator looks at the ref and begins to tell him that was a three but the ref insists that it was a two. Predator looks insanely pissed and he picks up Spider, Spider staggers around a bit but Predator gets him into the corner. Predator attempts to whip him into another corner but he doesn't budge, suddenly Spider pulls Predator towards him and sidesteps in the nick of time to send Predator over the ropes. Predator drops down and a smack is heard against the thin mat. Predator holds his back in pain and he begins to get up, Spider looks around and makes his way to the otherside of the ring. Can the big man fly? He looks to both sides of the crowd and he bounces off the ropes. As Predator looks up Spider takes him out with an incredible Corkscrew Body Press.

Spider gets up and yells a war cry, the crowd cheers for him and he gets up and tosses Predator back into the ring. Predator rolls toward the otherside of the ring and he gets up onto his knees, Spider walks toward him and Predator pulls him by his tights neck first into the second rope. Spider holds his neck in pain and Predator bounces off the ropes and attempts to take him down with a spear but Spider kicks him in the face. Predator is layed out on the mat and Spider puts his head between his legs. Spider now attempts the Spider Bite (Powerbomb to RKO) but as he turns Predator Predator grabs his arm and both go down. Predator locks in the Crossface and Spider is in a lot of pain. Spider shows impressive strength to lift Predator up while the move is still in. Predator sees he's by the ropes and Predator pushes off himself off the ropes and lands back on the mat in Crossface position. Spider has no choice but to tap out.

Philip: And the the winner of this match and STILL Entertainment Champion, Predator !!

Predator: You know what? I'm too good for the entertainment title! You all boo me cause there is no Davey, there is no Jake, well guess what? They are NOT good enough!

Crowd boos

Predator: As far as I'm concerned, I will be BURDENED to hold this championship until I find someone worthy of it's coveted gold! So you know what, come prancer come dancer, donner and blitzen, Im gonna defend this title show of the month, starting at 7! See you later, crowd of ACW!

Predator leaves as he takes his title and slides out of the ring, thinking to himself who might be worth of the title as Spider staggers to his feet as we fade out to commercials.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Taking the Toll (Credit: Latino & Daredevil)

As the scene opens up, Atomic Kitsune comes into view. One can only wonder what has been flying through her mind as she looks side to side. She pushes past ACW staff and officials and turns the corner. The camera follows quickly and suddenly both stop in their tracks. The camera slides to the left and now Latino is in view as he is standing in the doorway. His distraught is a lot more obvious by his appearance. It’s clear that he hasn’t shaven in days and his hair is barely combed. His clothes are not as clean as he usually keeps them and as the audience looks to his right hand he has open bottle of beer in his hand. He tries to take a step forward but he stumbles to the left and leans against the wall. Atomic rushes to his side trying to keep him up.

Alicia: Victor, what are you doing? Get rid of that beer.

Victor: ….what? Wha..what do you mean? I can drink it. Who gives a fuck!?

Alicia: It’s all over the locker-room that if Stanton sees you, you’ll be suspended on the spot.

Victor: What? ….Yea right. Baby…mami…..I’m-I’m

Alicia: We’ll talk about it later. We need to get you out of here.

Victor * shaking his head *: No…no I can do this on my own.

Alicia: Victor, please we can’t let anyone see you.

Atomic looks side to side trying to make sure no one is around. She puts Latino’s right arm around her neck as she tries to stand him up. They don’t move much of anywhere as they take the first step and Latino passes out falling flat on his face on the floor. A loud SMACK! is heard and then a low groan is followed as Latino hits the ground hard. Atomic is now starting to worry as she knows from experience how hard it is to lug Latino around in this state. Suddenly, a voice from behind startles her.

??: What the hell happened here!?

Alicia: It’s ok. Victor, just lost his strength and I’m just trying to get him up. Dan please don’t tell anyone.

Daredevil * with a slight grin * : No it’s ok. I won’t tell anyone. Here let me help.

Daredevil grabs Latino’s free arm and now with his help Latino is lifted up. His head falls back and he is dragged out the door slowly. The door is finally closed as the trio is outside of the arena. Latino is sat down on a chair and Daredevil now looks at Latino and then at Atomic.

Daredevil: What happened to him? He looks like a tramp.

Alicia: I don’t know..I mean we had a big fight a few days ago that just went to far. I mean maybe he deserved it…but I just don’…

It’s obvious all the recent events are starting to catch up on Atomic as now tears are rolling down her face. Daredevil steps closer but at the same time keeps his distance as Atomic keeps talking.

Alicia: He’s just been like an animal recently. Completely different and it scares me sometimes. I hate it. I really wish he would stop this drinking. I wish he knew what his drinking is doing to us.

Daredevil: It’s ok. It seems like he's having more trouble with the bottle lately. But you really shouldn't worry about it. I went through this period one time, but with the right men, he should be fine.

Daredevil leans in and gives Atomic a hug. She leans in close wanting a comforting shoulder to cry but stops before she can get any close to him.

Alicia: I’m sorry Dan but…we need to get Victor out of here.

Daredevil and Atomic lift Latino up and the camera slowly starts to fade as it watches the trio once again. As the screen just reaches a full black screen Atomic’s voice can be heard as she says, “Thank you Dan.”

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Segment: Some Cheering Up (Credit: Jake Cheng, Stan the Cameraman)

All is dark, except a rectangular box of light. As the camera moves closer, the box of light is actually a TV.

Announcer: Headshot!

A character in full body armor falls to the ground, with the message on the screen:

Respawn in 5..

d1|Quiksilver|lb – 24
The Man – 24


Now it is realized by parts of the audience that someone is playing Halo 2 on Xbox Live. Soon we see a cross hair zooming in on a golden character, also in full body armor. The golden character stops moving, the perfect opportunity for the player. A perfect opportunity missed...

Stan*from behind the camera*: HEY JAKE, WHATCHA PLAYING?

Jake Cheng jumps, sending the cross hair to rise above the indented target, the other player’s head. Jake was already press the fire button when Stan yelled, so the bullet flew over his opponent, giving away his position. “The Man” lobs a plasma grenade into Jake’s hiding spot, which isn’t that good as everybody who’s played this game knows it. Unluckily for Jake, the plasma grenade sticks to Jake’s left foot as he tries to back up and explodes.

Announcer: Game Over

d1|Quicksilver|1b – 24
The Man – 25


“The Man’s” voice can be heard threw the speakers of the TV, as he owns an Xbox Live headset.

“The Man”: You suck. No wonder you lost to Predator.

The Man has left the game.


Jake turns the Xbox and TV off, leaving the room in total darkness.

Jake: REVEEEEEEEEEEEEEENGE!

Stan snickers, and turns the lights back on. When he looks back to Jake, Jake is giving him the “don’t talk and do your job” glare.

Jake: Predator you’ve made my life a living hell. This is worse than the time I lost that singles match to Angelo. My girlfriend even dumped me because I lost! You wouldn’t know what that is like to have a girlfriend. I can’t believe my life is going downhill. I never cared about that title. I just used it to get back at Davey. The only thing that title can help you do is relive the past. The past where you defend you title once a month to Gary. Gary was the only person back then who wanted the title. Wyvern and Davey brought respect back to that title. Looks like you screwed that up by begging for your match. Now you interfered with my plans for Davey Marvel. Stan and I will think of something. He gave me the idea for the match tonight.

Stan: I did?

Jake: Yes, Stan, you did. Sometimes you are smarter than you think.

Stan: Really? That’s the nicest thing....

Jake: Predator, you better start watching your back. No one is going to for you anymore.

Stan: Well I guess Kiley could. She would probably do a better job than he could.

Jake doesn’t even smile.

Stan: Oh c’mon Jake, admit that was a good one. You haven’t done anything productive for days. You have been sitting here in the dark most of the time. I am going to cheer you up before the match tonight. And I am the only person stupid enough to try.

Jake: Got that right.

Stan sighs.

Fade Out.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Original Recipe (Credit: Kiji, Ridley, Rose)

A few tense minutes later, Ridley breaks the silence with a sigh.

Ridley: Hecate... it's a shame. I always respected her. And King. They led the Crypt with honor and fairness.

Kiji: I didn't mean--

Ridley: I know. It was an accident. Still, though...

Rose: What will happen to her daughter, Belladonna?

Ridley: Who knows? Garm will probably keep her out of trouble. We're here.

They've arrived in front of a Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant. It's significantly nicer-looking than most of the other buildings in town, which is pretty sad, if you think about it.

Ridley: We'll be meeting some friends of mine.

He enters the restaurant, Rose and Kiji following close behind.

?: BUTCHER, MY NIGGA!

A well-built black man in a plain blue workshirt and a red bandanna sidles over to them with his hands outstretched, one of them clutching a chicken leg. He hugs Ridley enthusiastically, which makes him look more than a little uncomfortable.

Ridley: You're getting grease on my trenchcoat, Jif.

He turns to his rather startled-looking companions.

Ridley: This is a... friend of mine, Jif Choosey.

Jif: You gotchoself one o' them scary-ass Japanese muthafuckas! Looks like that nigga Jet Li and shit!

Ridley: Jet Li is Chinese.

Jif: Oh...

Ridley: That's Kiji, Jif. He's helping me in my current endeavor.

Jif claps a slightly bemused-looking Kiji on the shoulder and takes a bite of chicken, then notices Rose and effects a clumsy bow.

Jif: And Miss Kay-zar, o' course.

Ridley: Well, let's get some lunch. We three can share a bucket.

Rose: I'm... not really hungry.

Ridley lays a hand on her shoulder, briefly, an unexpectedly compassionate gesture. Rose has evidently lost her appetite after the incident in the alley. The three make their way to the counter and place their order, and follow Jif back to his corner table. Two men are already sitting there--and, eerily, they look almost exactly alike. Save for a few minor differences, they're identical twins. Ridley, Rose, and Kiji grab chairs from another table and take up seats next to Jif and the other men.

Ridley: Faust, Sickle. How've you been?

One man makes a vague gesture with his hand; the other mutters "okay". Ridley looks around the restaurant to ensure that they won't be overheard. Fortunately, they're the only customers in the place; the only other person visible is a bored-looking teenage girl working the cash register, her jaw working as she chews a piece of bubblegum.

Ridley: I called you because I have a plan. We're going to take out the Crypt once and for all.

Sickle's face shines with boyish excitement, and Jif whoops loud enough to cause the cashier to stare. Faust, however, looks almost angry, his nostrils flared.

Ridley: ...Is there a problem? What's the matter, Faust? Don't have the balls to stand up for the Angels?

The other man hesitates for a moment, and when he finally speaks, it's in an oily, sardonic voice with more than a hint of bitterness.

Faust: You're not one to speak of courage, Malachi. Where have you been for the past decade?

He pauses in mock contemplation, squinting and biting his tongue as though in deep thought.

Faust: Oh, yes, I remember--you ran away and sold yourself to the idiot masses as a GOD-DAMNED WRESTLER, while we were left here to rot. While you were on TV rubbing up against sweaty men in spandex, we were dying. Fuck you.

His eyes burn with anger, and he looks almost as though he's about to spit, but he just smolders at Ridley without further comment. An incomprehensible storm of angry talk erupts at this; after a moment, Ridley draws one of his knives and slams it into the center of the table.

Ridley: SHUT UP. Faust, you simpering, sniveling worm, you should thank your gods that I don't kill you where you sit. You can't even begin to comprehend my motivations. Feel free to leave, and maybe you'll be fortunate enough to die in an alley somewhere; it's too good for you, but at least you'll no longer embarrass us with your cowardice.

After a minute of very nasty silence, Ridley yanks his knife out of the plastic tabletop and sheathes it.

Ridley: As I was saying... we're going to take down Drakul. Any suggestions?

The room falls silent for a minute as everyone, with the possible exception of Faust, ruminates.

Sickle: Why don't we just storm the place?

Ridley: Don't be a fool. The Crypt has grown enormously since Drakul took over. It's barely even a street gang--more like a corporation with a private army.

A wide grin spreads over Jif Choosey's face.

Jif: Oh, you gonna love this. First, we go to the Deadpool, head out back wit some shovels, an' start diggin' a tunnel towards tha Omni Complex. Then we dig up into the boiler room, an' turn all the boilers up to they maximum powa, so they blow up. Then we get our asses outta there.

Ridley: ...Jif, that's completely ridiculous.

Jif: Why you always gotta be hasslin' me, nigga? Okay, okay, check this. We go to the Deadpool, get this Japanese nigga here--

He jerks a thumb at Kiji, who looks confused.

Jif: --to hack into Drakul's computer and steal all them Crypt niggas' G's. Asians is ALL good at that math shit, he can do it no sweat.

Ridley: Just... no. And why does it always come back to the Deadpool?

Jif: Well, a nigga gets thirsty when he workin'. Get some Jack, and maybe a little smokey-smoke--

Ridley: God damn it, this is a ground assault, not a block party. Does anybody have any SERIOUS suggestions?

Jif: Wait, I know! Butcher, you can beat up some pizza delivery nigga and take his clothes, and then go up to tha front door all like, "I got a pizza for Mistah Drakul. Where that nigga be at?"

By now, Ridley's buried his face in his hands.

Ridley: Gods, what next? Will you suggest we get in by delivering a singing telegram?

Jif: You know, that ain't half bad, except it gotta be a rappin' telegram, I can lay down some FLY-ass rhymes...

Nearly an hour later, Ridley sits with his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, while Rose has laid her head against his shoulder, looking half-asleep. Kiji plays Anaconda on his cell phone while Sickle watches over his shoulder, and Faust idly shuffles a deck of playing cards, over and over. Jif continues talking animatedly to no one in particular.

Jif: ...so we go to the Deadpool, right, and see if they gotta plane. Prolly not, but you gotta make sure, you know what I'm sayin'? Anyway, we get a plane from the aiport, or where the hell ever, and fly up above tha Omni Complex, and then Butcher can skydive out and parachute onto the roof, 'cause I ain't jumpin' outta no damn plane.

Ridley stands up abruptly, dislodging Rose.

Ridley: We'll... discuss this later. Jif, let's just go to your apartment. It's probably not a good idea to stay in one place for too long.

The remaining five eventually rise from their chairs, stretching, and accompany Ridley out onto the street.

End.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: Daredevil and Captain Mystery vs Senator and Hunter, Tag Team Titles (Credit: Daredevil)

Philip enters the ring once again tonight, microphone in hand. He smiles as he places it to his mouth, prepared to announce the next mach.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW Tag Team Titles! Coming first, the champions. Weighing at a combined weight of 440 lbs…Hunter and The Senator!

Hail to the Chief hits and the Senator Steve Philips and Hunter walk out to quite a number of boos from most sections of the crowd, but also a few cheers dotted about. They walk down to the ring, arms in the air and the title belts around their waist as they climb up the steel steps and into the ring. The two slowly remove their straps and hand them to the referee, who duly hands them to the time keeper on the outside. They wait for Daredevil, and his mystery tag partner.

Philip: And from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 223 lbs…Dan ‘the Daredevil’ White!

Daredevil walks out to Take a Look Around, looking a little reluctant now to be out there. He looks at the crowd around him, who are furiously booing and jeering. He ignores them as he walks to the foot of the ramp, and collects a microphone.

Daredevil: So here is my ‘mystery opponent’. From somewhere in England, weighing somewhat something…Sgt. Pilko…

The crowd look slightly surprised as the sound of Machine Guns covers the arena. ‘I predict a riot’ then blasts from the PA system as AJK Caveman comes down in his old, army attire. He walks down the ring, looking a lot bigger in terms of muscle than his last outing at Omega Effect, and walks straight past his brother and into the ring. Senator and Hunter watch him as Daredevil slowly enters the ring. Philip leaves and the match gets ready to get underway.

Bell rings.

Daredevil starts off in the ring with Senator; their memorable battle at Genocide still clear in the fans minds. Daredevil attempts a front headlock, but Senator immediately darts to Daredevil’s side and locks in a reverse Hammerlock. He holds it in for a short period before DD runs towards the ropes, breaking the hold. DD bounces back towards Senator but Senator skilfully hits an arm drag. Daredevil gets straight back to his feet, and eyes the Senator as they close into a headlock. This time Daredevil wins the offence, throwing Senator at the ropes and hitting a perfect Roundhouse kick to the chest of Senator. He goes down and Daredevil makes the cover, only for Senator to quickly kick out. Daredevil gets up, and immediately tags his brother in, be it a hard tag. Pilko jumps into the ring, and quickly downs Senator with a clothesline. Pilko lifts the Senator up, smirking at him before throwing him against the ropes. Pilko attempts a big boot but Senator catches the foot, hitting a Dragon Screw. He gets a small pop as he lifts the man back up, and attempts to through him into the corner. But Pilko uses his almost 100 pounds extra strength to reverse the whip and Senator himself feels the impact of the turnbuckle. Senator bounces back and Pilko lifts him up for an X-5. He hesitates for a second, allowing Senator to catch his legs over Pilko’s head and flip him in a hurricarana! Pilko rests against the ropes as Senator makes a much-needed tag to Hunter.

Hunter jumps in, and Pilko sees a man more matched for him in terms of strength. They get into a grapple, and Hunter manages to win it, lift Pilko up an a Turning Spinebuster. He goes for the cover but it is quickly reverses it in to his own pin, which Hunter kicks out of. Both men jump to their feet, and Hunter hits a high-impact lariat on Pilko, nearly decapitating him. Pilko remains on the ground, before Daredevil makes the blind tag and re-enters the ring. Daredevil jumps in and Hardcore Payphone from the previous Monday suddenly goes right through both men’s heads. DD smiles at Hunter as he runs, knocking him to his feet with a shoulder block. Hunter jumps back up, staring at DD for a second before locking into a headlock. Hunter wins it, throwing DD against the ropes but Daredevil has this new energy, jumping onto the ropes and bouncing over Hunter’s head, who followed him. DD then attempts a DDT but Hunter manages to reverse it into a stalling reverse Suplex. Hunter looks at DD, rolling him over and making the pin 1…2…thr-DD kicks out at the final moment. Hunter gets up, looking at DD again and lifts him to his feet. He signals for the Shotgun, lifting DD up into the air. But as he gets prepared to drop DD, he falls to his knees, allowing to DD to escape. He turns to see Pilko aiming another punch, and he hits it incredibly stiffly, downing Hunter. DD makes the pin but a mere punch isn’t enough to keep Hunter down, and he kicks out. DD makes it back to his feet before Hunter, and throws him into the corner. He tags Hunter in and the two brothers co-operate, and hit Hunter with a double Suplex. Pilko then stomps Hunter repeatedly in the stomach area, and he winces with each kick. Pilko stops the ambush, and lifts Hunter up.

He hits an Irish Whip, but Hunter slides through the legs of Pilko and attempts the pin. Pilko kicks out, but gets up only to be hit with the ‘Rage’. Pilko falls and Hunter makes the pin, but he just gets a shoulder up. Hunter is a little annoyed, but nonetheless lifts Pilko to his feet. But Pilko hits a cheap shot in the stomach of Hunter, and proceeds to hit the X-5. Hunter smiles as he makes the pin 1…2…3! He jumps up in excitement, as DD smiles, before the referee notices that Hunter got his foot on the ropes. Pilko notices it and complains to the referee, claiming that his foot was put on after the pin. The referee waves it off and the match continues with Hunter making a needy tag to Senator. Senator jumps into the ring, and immediately hits a hip toss on the large man. Pilko jumps back up and runs at Senator, but he slides into the right leg of Pilko, reducing him to one knee. Senator then locks in a Scissored Sleeper. Pilko attempts to break free but it’s held on too tight. Slowly, Senator is forcing Pilko to sleep and Daredevil hurls abuse at the Senator from his post. Eventually, Pilko manages to slowly, step-by-step creep towards the ropes, and catch it with his foot. Senator is forced to let go of the hold, and smashes a knee to Pilko as he makes it to his feet. He signals for the Partisan Kick, bouncing off the ropes but Pilko hits a knee into the stomach of Senator, and goes for the Jacknife Powerbomb. He lifts Senator up and prepares to land it but Senator reverses it into a Hurricarana!

Pilko flips up onto his arse, but a little dazed from the move. He tags his brother in, and Daredevil goes to work with the Senator. They lock up in a headlock, and Senator wins it, taking DD to a ground side headlock. Senator then lock in a reverse ground Hammerlock, but DD manages to roll over and escape the hold. He throws Senator to his corner and Pilko attacks him, which causes Hunter to go over and attack Pilko. Meanwhile, DD and Senator fight in the ring and DD hits an Irish Whip to Senator. He tries an Enziguri, but Senator ducks the following kick and hits DD in the stomach. Outside, Pilko ground Hunter with a couple of punches and watches as Senator bounces off the ropes and hits a Partisan Kick! Pilko tries to stop the pin but is too late as Senator grabs the three-count. But Pilko immediately jumps onto Senator as he rises to his feet, hitting him with a chokeslam out of the blue.

Philip: Here are your winners, and STILL tag team champions, Hunter and the Senator!

Pilko grabs DD and leaves him outside the ring as he walks off. But Hunter enters the ring, holding both belts, and looking at Senator’s downed body. He slowly feels rage filling his body, forgetting about the match completely and his face goes red as we fade out.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Bad Day (Credit: Hunter)

As the scene opens up, one can make out the shape of Hunter walking down the hallway. He still has his tag team title around his waist, but he's less than pleased about what happened after the match. He grabs the back of his head again, making it appear that there's still a slight pain in it. He's in a bad mood, and he's obviously trying to get back to his haven (or, in other terms, his locker room). He turns the corner and runs into someone.

??: Hey, watch we're you're going!

Hunter looks up at the face of Zephyr, the rock and roll wrestler who basically shows up when he pleases.

Hunter: Yeah, whatever. Get out of my way.

Hunter moves past him but Zephyr stops him.

Zephyr: Woah, hang on a sec. I think I deserve an apology.

Hunter: You deserve a swift kick in the ass if you try to stop me again.

Hunter moves past him but Zephyr does in fact stop him again.

Zephyr: You know Hunter, I like you. But you're being an ass right now. Here, let me cheer you up.

Zephyr reaches behind him and pulls out his trademark guitar. He begins plucking away at the strings. Hunter doesn't stay to enjoy the festivities, so he keeps walking down the hall. Zephyr grabs him again.

Zephyr: Look man-

Hunter's had enough. He spins around and punches Zephyr in the face, then kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him on the floor. He takes off his title and hits him in the head with it once he rises. He throws his title away, then grabs Zephyr's guitar and smashes it over his back. He picks him up again and throws him into the nearest wall. He then grabs a nearby chair and smashes Zephyr in the head, then powerbombs him onto that same chair. Zephyr's body twitches a few times, and then stops moving completely. Medics quickly run in and start surveying him.

Medic: Dave? Dave? Are you all right?

Hunter grabs his title and turns around, obviously pleased with his work. But in a matter of seconds, he becomes displeased again and completely forgets about what he did. That is, until Gingerdude runs up to him and stops him.

Ginger: Hunter! What was that?

Hunter: What? He got in my way.

Ginger: You can't just attack someone like that. If it was a match, I'd allow it. But you just butchered him!

Hunter looks over at Zephyr's body. The medics lift him onto a stretcher and wheel him out.

Hunter: Whatever.

Ginger: No, not whatever. I don't care hw big of a draw you are to ACW. You can't just walk around here and do whatever you want.

A medic approaches them.

Medic: Sir, his back's broken. He may never wrestle again.

Hunter smirks, but Ginger's furious.

Ginger: That's it. Hunter, even though you did something like that, I can't fire you. The board wouldn't allow it. You're too big. But I can suspend you. So...you're suspended until next Monday, the Warfare before Seven Deadly Sins.

Hunter: Okay.

Ginger: No pay. Now get out.

Hunter smiles again, then turns around and walks out the door. He doesn't seem to care about his suspension, nor does he care that he left all of his belongings behind. He simply gets into his car and drives away, leaving Ginger hanging his head and trying to contemplate what just happened. But Hunter's already done that for him. And the results won't be too good for either of them.

Fade Out

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: You Don't Even Know What You Want! (Credit: Rena)

In the darkness, there are noises of distress and physical fights.

..: Don’t Touch me!

!?: I heard you liked that…

…: GET OFF OF ME! NO!

!?: Shut up, you stupid bitch!

…:…Get…Off…NOW!

The darkness is destroyed as a single bedside lamp is turned on. A tear-filled face appears almost immediately, sniffing terribly for a reason no one can see. As she moved her face a bit, a man dressed in all black began to kiss her neck.

Rena: I told you know!

!?: I don’t care!

She grabbed her throat, and began choking her. She began to tremble and beat on his back for her breath.

!?: That’s what is going to happen to you if you don’t shut your fucking mouth!

He let go of her, and she immediately grabbed her throat so he couldn’t get a hold of it anymore. She tried to move him, but he wasn’t going to let her.

Rena: I don’t want this…

The man kissed her cheek, and whispered close into her ear.

!?: You don’t even know what you want…

He ripped off her clothes, inspecting every inch of her body. Tears streamed down Rena’s face as he grabbed and poked at every part of her being. He smiled, and began to kiss her chest. With hatred, she kicked him in the stomach in hopes to get him off of her. He was violating her in a way she wasn’t comfortable anymore.

!?: You fucking Bitch! Now I’m going to have to get more secure!

He slapped her hard in the face, and began tying her hands and feet to the bedposts.

!?: Now you’re going to shut you mouth…and I’m going to have some fun.

Rena: No! please I’ll—
She was cut off with tape slapped across her mouth. Now, only mumbles of sadness and anger penetrated through the harshness of the tape. He smiled at her dismay, and grabbed her all over once again. She continued to wiggle, but she knew nothing would become of it.

!?: You like this, you whore!?

She cried out as he forcefully pushed himself inside her. He laughed as tears began to now flow out of her eyes.

!?: How do you like being the real whore now!

He pumped her with his fury, grabbing at her in such a forceful way that she began to tremble in fear for her life. He started to slap her through the sex, laughing at her pain and suffering.

!?: It’ll all be over…don’t you worry…

Then it was. He moaned and groaned and finally had his way with her. He laid on top of her for awhile, but his face still blurry from the darkness. She was trying to control her breathing, after crying for what seemed like forever. He finally got up, kissed her hair and got dressed. He laughed at her, and then untied her. She laid on the bed as he left, her pillows soaked from the tears. The door slammed shut, a laugh coming from behind it. And—

She woke up, panting from her all-to-real dream. Why, after so long had it come back to her? It seemed like decades after is had happened, though she knew it wasn’t. She looked around, still in the hotel room they stayed at wherever they went.

Senator: What’s wrong?

He kissed her neck, repulsing memories throughout Rena’s body. She jerked away and pushed herself to her feet, reeling towards the dresser with the bourbon.

Rena: Don’t touch me…

Senator: Are you ok?

Rena poured a glass, and chugged it down her throat. She shook her head, and turned towards Senator.

Rena: Fine. Just…a nightmare.

Senator: Ok then…you sure?

Rena: Yes.
He laid back down, and watched her head out to the balcony.

Senator: Don’t be gone long…

Rena: I won’t. I just need fresh air.

He nodded, and closed his eyes. She opened the glass doors, and headed into the opened area. She began to take in large, heaping breaths after closing her eyes and allowing a few tears form from her eyes, and plummet to the ground.

Rena: I can’t tell him…As if he would believe me! Why can’t I just forget it? I know it just happened recently…but why can’t I move on?

She gripped the balcony, and looked over into the window which showed Senator sound asleep in the bed.

Rena: I love him so much…that I don’t want to lose him. Why can’t he just be around anymore?

She sighed, and headed back into the room. She closed the door quietly, and then slipped back into the large king-sized bed. Senator woke up, and smiled at her. She moved over, and put her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his stomach.

Rena: I love you.

Senator: You too.

She looked up and kissed him, and closed her eyes again…hoping that this time she would be able to sleep.

End.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Reunited (Credit: Ridley, Rose)

Several hours have passed, and a suitable veil of night has slipped over the Inner City. While dozens of isolated lights can be seen from the windows of assorted buildings, the darkness remains dominant on the roof of Jif's apartment building, which Ridley currently occupies. From his perch on the air conditioning unit, he casts his gaze over the streets, searching for god only knows what...or perhaps for nothing at all. It's hard to tell, and we'll probably never know, because he breaks his reverie to look at Rose as she sits down next to him. For a second, they look out over the street together, and then Ridley leans back and sighs.

Ridley: It's been a long two days...

Rose: It has, hasn't it? Certainly an...enlightening experience.

Ridley: Yeah.

He ruminates on that for a second, and it occurs to him that given the amount of stress this entire situation has placed on him, it must be overwhelming for Rose, to whom all this is an entirely new thing. Although he's not sure why, a pang of guilt overtakes the Archangel of Suffering, and he rests a hand on Rose's shoulder again, almost unconsciously.

Ridley: Look, Alexandra...I'm sorry I got you into this. I thrust you into an unfamiliar, dangerous environment, and one that, for obvious reasons, you're very uncomfortable with. I wish you hadn't had to get involved, and for what it's worth, I apologize.

A brief silence follows as Rose allows a half-smile, covering the hand on her shoulder with her own.

Rose: I came here of my own volition, as I reminded you earlier. There's nothing you need to apologize for.

Ridley: I do wish it hadn't had to turn out like this, though. Those were better days.

Rose: Mmm...if we were anything during our little whirlwind romance, we were happy, weren't we?

With a brief exchange of glances, the two look back out over the city, listening with a far-off expression. Apart from the occasional purr of a passing car, it's silent, but not in an eerie way; the night is completely tranquil, in a morose kind of way. It reflects their moods well enough.

Ridley: Did you ever think it was a mistake?

Rose: That what was a mistake?

Ridley: Our, uh...lack of a relationship these days, I suppose you could say.

She sighs, pressing up closer against him despite the heat.

Rose: Every day of my life.

Ridley: Yeah...likewise. I wondered every night where we'd gone wrong, and never really came to a conclusion.

Rose: Perhaps we were too impetuous for our own good. Tensions were high at that time, and we were both frustrated, too much so to see clearly.

They stay that way for what feels like an eternity, leaning against each other as they look at the crescent moon hanging over them. A silver-tinged fog, probably induced by the humidity, wafts over the area and has just enough time to settle before Ridley speaks again.

Ridley: Last night, you said there was something I needed to know, and I did promise I'd listen to you tonight.

She smiles, not too surprised, but pleased nonetheless.

Rose: You remembered.

Ridley: So...do I still need to know?

Rose purses her lips, not entirely sure how to start. She removes Ridley's hand from her shoulder and clutches it between both of hers, trying to find the words.

Rose: ...........

Ridley: ...Alexandra? You're trembling.

Indeed she is. Their palms are already slick from her sweat.

Ridley: What is it?

Rose: I couldn't help but notice that some things had been...well, different for the last few months, and I finally got them examined recently. And well...I suppose I got what I wanted.

A pause.

Ridley: I don't...you got what you---

It hits him. WOW, does it ever hit him, like a freight train carrying several small planetoids downhill.

Ridley: Alexandra...you mean...

Rose: Yes, as surprising as it was to me, too. I'm going to have a child, Ridley. Strange, isn't it?

Ridley can't help but stare for a couple seconds, consumed by his complete shock, into Rose's light blue eyes. Any doubt she might've had about his reaction has been, thankfully, erased, and she breathes a sigh of relief as she rubs her palms across her knees to rid them of the sweat.

Ridley: So whose is it?

Another pause, this one as Rose turns to look at Ridley with a somewhat-amused, yet slightly frustrated look.

Rose: Ridley...there's only one person it COULD be.

He gapes, comprehending and yet not comprehending, with no small measure of shock.

Rose: It's YOURS. I'm carrying your baby. There's no other explanation; we must've conceived it several months ago, just before we split up.

For all means and purposes, the words are going in one ear and out the other. Ridley's still processing what just happened, and more importantly, what COULD have happened if they'd gone through with their murderous intent for each other.

Rose: Are you even listening to me, Ridley? This is serious; we have to deal with the consequences of bringing life into the world, especially at a time like---

And that's as far as she'll ever get, because the kiss he gives her upon coming out of his reverie immediately shuts her up. Ridley's arm slides around her shoulders and pulls Rose in tighter as their tongues collide in a violent crescendo of writhing. For just a second, time itself seems to stop while they're locked in their embrace; even the fog ceases its crossing of the city until they finally pull back.

Ridley: Does that answer your question?

Rose: I figured you weren't listening.

She grins, and they embrace again as if they're never going to let go, reunited after months of harsh separation.

Ridley: I love you, you know that?

Rose: I do. I don't think I ever stopped knowing.

End.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Plan A (Credit: Jake Cheng, Stan)

Stan: Ok, you ready?

Stan stands in front of the camera, outside the locker room of Jake Cheng.

Stan: This plan is full proof, but just incase I made a plan B. I have my Darth Vader Voice Changer and my lightsaber. Let’s do this.

Stan enters the locker room as quietly as possible. Jake is sitting in a lotus position with his eyes closed. His headphones are blaring, but what is playing is impossible to tell. Stan approaches Jake, with his “secret weapons” hidden.

Stan: What are you listening to Jake?

Jake: You don’t want to know.

Stan: Let me listen.

And with that, Stan snatches the headphones faster than Jake can reacts, which is probably the only time that will happen. Because the volume at maximum, Stan didn’t need to put it to his ear or to the camera. No words are heard at first. The next four words will not only force Stan to rip the headphone out of the socket but they also have made this band a complete laughing stock for several years.

CRAWWWWWWWLING IIIIIN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!

Stan throws the headphones down.

Stan: Dear God! Something is seriously wrong.

Jake opens his eyes.

Jake: Leave me alone Stan.

Jake shuts his eyes, and Stan pulls his Darth Vader voice changer over his face.

Stan: Join me Jake. Together we can rule ACW.

Jake opens one eye up and shuts it again.

Jake: Since when does Darth Vader want to rule ACW?

Stan: Since he decided he can’t rule the world. He is going to start slow. Jake, join the dark er...the camera side of the promo.

Jake: What is so special about the camera side?

Stan: We have DENTAL!

Jake opens his eyes again.

Jake: Hmm, very compelling. Do we get lightsabers?

Stan: No. We do get these plastic lightsabers to strike fear into our opponents so they don’t try attacking us.

Jake smiles for the first time in three days.

Jake: So I get dental and a plastic light saber to scare my opponents.

Stan: Yes, and if worse comes to worse, we have a back-up plan. You blind your opponent with your shiny teeth, then beat them to a pulp with the lightsaber.

The two can’t help but laugh for a bit.

Jake: Thanks Stan. I needed that.

Stan: Any time. Am I getting paid extra for this?

Jake: No.

Stan laughs.

Jake: I am serious.

Stan: Damn.

Fade Out.

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Match: Davey vs. Captain Mystery IV (Credit: Jake)

The crowd waits in anticipation for the next match of the show. The nearly sold out ACW arena suddenly gets quiet as Philip gets into the ring.

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall. First, from Ann Arbor MI, Davey Marvel.

The crowd cheers as the former two-time Entertainment Champion makes his way to the ring. He doesn’t follow his normal entrance routine, as he wants to get right to his match. TNT by AC/DC begins to play over the P.A. system.

Philip: Next, weighing in at 276 lbs, from Dallas, Texas, Stan the Cameraman!!

The crowd goes nuts as Stan bursts out of the back, in a Red ACW, as black pants, similar to Jake Cheng’s. He gets to the ramp and performs a quick Randy Orton style taunt, much to the crowd liking. The crowd’s cheers turn to boos when a face appears on the Alphatron.

Jake: You actually thought that when I made the match, I would wrestle you. You assume too much. And Stan said he wanted to wrestle a match. So I put two and two together, and even Predator can figure out that that makes four. It might just take him a bit longer. Well, I’ll leave you too your match. Good luck Stan.

Jake disappears from the screen as Davey calls him a coward among other names.

Bell Rings.

Stan gets right down to business, and holds one hand up, signaling for a Test of Strength. Davey roots himself in his stance and makes a move at Stan’s hand with his own. Before Davey can grab Stan’s hand, he pulls away and begins laughing at Davey. The crowd laughs too, as Davey fell for one of the oldest jokes in the book. Stan turns his back to Davey, an amateur mistake. Davey bounces off the back ropes, to gain momentum, and drop kicks Stan over the ropes, onto the outside.

Davey poses in the ring, while Stan collects himself at ringside. Stan enters the ring again. The two lock up, but Stan takes advantage. Stan goes behind and hits Davey in the back of the head with a elbow. Davey turns around, but gets clotheslined by Stan. Stan taunts again with the Randy Orton pose. Davey gets up sooner than he expected, and is caught off guard. Davey throws a gut kick, setting him up perfectly for a single-armed DDT. Davey then “drops the bomb” on Stan. Davey ends it here when the ref gets down to count. One.....two......thr. Davey pulls Stan up off the mat, as he is not finished sending Jake a message.

Stan finally rises to his feet. This gives time for Davey to set up for the Coming with Everything. Stan uses all of his energy, and lifts his leg up into the air, hoping Davey will hit it. Luckily for him, he does, face first. Stan is filled with adrenaline and hits a Hogan-esque leg drop and goes for the pin. One......two.....*kick out* The leg drop isn’t as powerful as Stan thinks it is.

Stan sets up for another big boot as Davey rises to his feet. Stan goes forward but Davey jumps out of the way. And of course, the referee standing behind Davey gets hits and is out cold. For now...

A hooded cameraman enters the ring trying to get a better view of the match. Davey notices him first, as he is behind the resting Stan.

Davey: Jake, I know that’s you. You’re trying to help Stan win. Don’t think you’ll fool...

Davey flips the hood to see just a scared cameraman. While this is happening, Jake sneaks out of the crowd and into the ring. Davey turns to see Jake clutch his throat and deliver a Jakie Drop. Jake quickly gets to ringside, as Stan has “woken up” the ref.

Jake: Finish him Stan!

Stan put Davey’s head between his legs hooks Davey’s arms. He then lefts Davey into the air before sitting down, slamming to the front side of Davey’s body into the mat and covers. One....two........thr......ee.

Philip: And the winner of the match, Stan!!

Stan jumps out of the ring and meet Jake, who is already at the top of he ramp. Stan gives a bow to the crowd before disappearing into the back, leaving Davey in the ring. Alone.

Fade Out

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Ellipses a mile long are not cool, stop using them. (Credit: Demmy for segment, Yoko for title and extreme segment edit[did not remove ellipses])

The screen fades in on Demmy looking rather smug sitting on her couch. She stretches as her cell phone rings. She reaches over and picks it up.

Demmy:"Yello......Oh hey, how's it goin'?............Everythings cool. Won my last two matches so things are goin' pretty well.........Yep got me a match for tonight too..........Some chick.......Sakina........Heard of her?.......Shouldn't be too bad.......I faced guys worse than her back in XCWF............I remember her from Theo's fed though....She was trained by the chick that had a fight with that Ridley guy........He creeped even me out and I drink blood for Christ's sake, so she must be pretty tough.............But I fought and BEAT Malenko so don't count me out.........Hehe......Yea....."

Someone knocks on the door...

Demmy:"Hey...I gotta go but call me at about.......11.....ish...ok?.....Kay...talk to ya later.....Bye Kita......Come in..."

The door opens and it's a production assistant.

PA:"Ms.Christian?.....I was told to give you this package and this note....."

Demmy:"Aww....It's probably from my friends back home.....they're coming to see me take on Sakina tonight....."

The PA looks at Demmy with widened eyes....

PA:"You're taking on....Sakina?"

Demmy:"Yea.....why do you look so shocked?"

PA:"You've got balls Demmy....you really do."

Demmy:"Why is that?"

PA:"I know guys around here who wouldn't even look at let alone get into the ring with her...."

Demmy:"Why?"

PA:"Have you ever seen that woman fight?"

Demmy:"No....Listen you little spaz...If I can beat The Great Nemesis Malenko I think I can handle some chick trained by The White Rose....It's not like she's just like her..."

PA:"You think you can beat her?"

Demmy:"I don't think I can beat her...I know I can...."

Suddenly, the room begins to shake violently, and something bursts through the wall. Debris flies everywhere.

: OH YEEEEAH!

Demmy coughs. As the dust clears, she sees the massive form of...Yamata no Orochi! He's gone through changes though. He now has giant purple dreadlocks, glowing eyes, and is brandishing a pair of mechanical dragon wings on his back. ...For some reason, he has a pair of Mayor McCheeses for legs. Above his head, he holds a steamroller effortlessly.

Demmy: What the f-

Orochi: WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!

He tosses the steamroller on top of Demmy, crushing her. Orochi McCheeses his way back out through the hole in the wall.

...Suddenly, Demmy's eyes open. It was all a dream. A rather confusing dream. She stretches as her cell phone rings. She looks alarmed, but reaches over and picks it up.

Demmy:"Yello......Oh hey, how's it goin'?............Everythings cool. Won my last two matches so things are goin' pretty well.........Yep got me a match for tonight too..........Some chick.......Sakina........Heard of her?.......Shouldn't be too bad.......I faced guys worse than her back in XCWF............I remember her from Theo's fed though....She was trained by the chick that had a fight with that Ridley guy........He creeped even me out and I drink blood for Christ's sake, so she must be pretty tough.............But I fought and BEAT Malenko so don't count me out.........Hehe......Yea....."

Someone knocks on the door...

Demmy:"Hey...I gotta go but call me at about.......11.....ish...ok?.....Kay...talk to ya later.....Bye Kita......Come in..."

The door opens and it's a production assistant.

PA:"Ms.Christian?.....I was told to give you this package and this note....."

Demmy:"Aww....It's probably from my friends back home.....they're coming to see me take on Sakina tonight....."

The PA looks at Demmy with widened eyes....

PA:"You're taking on....Sakina?"

Demmy:"Yea.....why do you look so shocked?"

PA:"You've got balls Demmy....you really do."

Demmy:"Why is that?"

PA:"I know guys around here who wouldn't even look at let alone get into the ring with her...."

Demmy:"Why?"

PA:"Have you ever seen that woman fight?"

Demmy:"No....Listen you little spaz...If I can beat The Great Nemesis Malenko I think I can handle some chick trained by The White Rose....It's not like she's just like her..."

PA:"You think you can beat her?"

Demmy:"I don't think I can beat her...I know I can.....Wait, this just happened in my dream!"

She waits for the room to start shaking, but nothing happens.

Demmy:"...Hm. Nevermind."

She shrugs as the camera fades.

End Segment.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: The school of hard knocks (Credit: AK. ...FROM BEYOND THE GRAAAVE)

As the next scene gets started, the crowd recognises Alicia at once. Instead of being in her room, however, she’s sitting up on the arena roof, enjoying the view now that it’s not permanently being occupied by other parties. Richard Parker is once again present, walking along the roof edge with perfect poise.

Alicia: I can do that too, you know.

Richard Parker gives her a look that says “Yeah, but I look cuter doing it.” Alicia pats the ledge that she’s sitting on, and her feline companion hops up next to her. Alicia has her notebook to hand.

Alicia: So, shall I go on with my life story? This bit’s a little gruesome I’m afraid.

She flicks to the right page, and takes a long look out over the skyline and its lights before beginning to read.

I’m sure I don’t need to waste ink telling you about every single lesson that we crammed into those four weeks; in fact, only one sticks perfectly in my mind. We went through a rigorous physical training programme, and discovered that the cool moves we’d seen the pseudo ninjas doing were heavily biased toward defence and escape rather than attack. I’ve already told you about the acrobatic skills, and we also learned wilderness survival, first aid, and general teamwork.

I didn’t see any of the other people I’d arrived with again; we all seemed to get assigned to different groups, and certainly in mine there were people at all different stages of progress. It made the first week in particular extremely hard as I struggled to keep up with the others, but that kind of pressure either makes you fold or come up to speed in record time, and fortunately I was in the latter category.

We didn’t get to weaponry until around halfway through week 2, and by then I’d learned the cardinal rule – there are a thousand or more ways to kill a human, but only one way to destroy a ghoul. The brain must be crushed, shot, blown up or burned; anything that will render it incapable of directing the actions of the body housing it. The safest method is of course from a distance, and we learned to shoot handguns, rifles and even machineguns, though this was purely in case we were left in a situation with nothing else to hand. The weapon of choice for a distance shot was a Carbine or similar; and I developed a quiet liking for the use of double silenced pistols, though Bioletti most certainly didn’t approve. Unnecessary risk, he said.

Hand to hand combat, while never a preferred option, seemed to be one that was required on an alarming number of occasions, according to the field personnel that instructed us. I already told you that Bioletti presented me with the Falcata that was to save my skin on countless occasions; I grew to cherish it, polishing and sharpening it with care every day. It was my specialist weapon; others chose to use katanas, machetes and one or two gifted individuals were allowed to train with the Shaolin spade, one of the most seriously impressive pieces of kit you could wish to handle.

All of this training, of course, was useless if we were unable to face that which made the whole operation necessary. That pivotal moment came on the 19th day.

We entered the room; there were six of us. Chase, the only one of the Sideem who I met in training, wasn’t in my group for this exercise, and so my memories of the others are vague – except for one man.

Erikkson was incredibly talented, scoring record marks on almost every test he turned his hand to. He also had the ego to match; as we checked our gear (we had to wear a complete kit) he bossed us around. It wasn’t his language so much as his tone.

“Let’s pick up the pace guys! We can beat the all time record, just stay calm and let me do my thing!”

He certainly looked more confident than the rest of us. I was painfully aware that this was my first “live” exercise.

The door was sealed shut, and we started to move out, watching each other’s backs. The first one came out of a side door about 5 metres ahead of us; Erikkson, in the lead, popped off a rifle shot and felled it in one. He laughed; the rest of us breathed a sigh of relief.

The exercise continued; we moved on, and the gaps between us hearing or seeing a ghoul got smaller. I took out a couple, but it took 2 or 3 shots, and on the third I had no time to line up a firearm. Instinctively I went for my blade and decapitated my attacker; the head rolled, still snapping, and the guy behind me almost jumped out of his skin as it touched his foot. Erikkson, seeing this, simply muttered “wuss” under his breath and pressed on without waiting to see if he was ok.

Finally we came to a larger open space; several doors opened up and we found ourselves surrounded. As we fought to mow them down, I couldn’t help but be in awe of the teams that had captured these ghouls from infected areas; my only instinct was to survive, and that meant killing the bloody things as fast as humanly possible. After about 5 minutes, there was a ring of corpses around us; carefully we climbed over them, being very sure to make as little contact as possible, and cheked the rooms they’d come from. I heard a blade swish as someone took out a straggler; Erikkson waited for everyone to come back out, and then removed his balaclava and gloves, stowing away his weaponry.

“Heh. Piece of – “

The grating above gave way so quickly that no one had time to react, least of all Erikkson. The ghoul dropped on to him, already moaning hungrily, and Erikson screamed as it sank its rotting teeth into his shoulder. Blood started to flow, which just made the thing more agitated; we all pulled our firearms, and the bloke to my left got his shot off a second or so before me. Both bullets found the mark, practically exploding the creature’s head, but technically the kill was his. Not that either of us gave a flying fuck about that at that precise moment.

Erikkson struggled to his feet; he looked to be in shock. He held a hand over his wound – it wasn’t over a critical artery but the amount of blood was still substantial. None of us spoke; the silence was crushing. When Erikkson finally did speak, it was in a voice we struggled to hear.

“Guys…….”

No sound; not even breathing.

“Someone…..please…..what do I do?”

There was rising panic in every syllable. We all took a step back; we had been told countless times that the victim of a ghoul bite was effectively sentenced to death, and possible reanimation. Even severing a bitten limb was only effective 10% of the time, and Erikkson’s wound made even this desperate act impossible.

“Damn it……. HELP ME!”

He moved with the same speed we’d seen countless times before, only now it was terrifying. He went for the other girl in the group, an attractive blond with a kind heart; she screamed in terror, and I saw that she’d sustained a small cut though her glove. If Erikkson made contact and fluids were passed…….

No one seemed able to move as Erikkson clawed at her, begging for something she could not give him; his blood was streaked down her clothes, he was trying to grab her hand. I felt my grip tighten around the PPK in my own, and someone else entirely seemed to move my body for me as I moved in for a point – blank shot.

“ERIKKSON!”

The loudness of my voice made everyone else jump; Erikkson spun around, and I looked right into his eyes.

“Sorry.”

It looks pathetic on the page like that, doesn’t it? But it was the only word I had, the only one that would come to me. I don’t remember seeing the bullet; all I saw as the splash of crimson on his forehead, and his uncomprehending, petrified expression as his knees gave out. It wasn’t in black or white or slow motion….. it just happened.

There was quiet for a moment, and then the girl started crying; out of the corner of my eye I saw another guy mouth “fuck”. Everything sort of went into autopilot from there; the doors to the room opened and we were swarmed by staff and instructors; they took the girl away for decontamination, and the rest of us were all taken away separately. I handed over my arms without protest; everything was still numb as I was taken into a little office. I just sat, wondering if my fate for executing a fellow trainee was to be dealt with in a similar manner.

After what seemed like an age, Bioletti came in. He didn’t bother to sit down.

“Tell me in simple words why you did that, Kitamura”.

I stared at the wall; I couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Erikkson had become fully contaminated, sir; there was an immediate threat of him spreading that contamination. I acted to prevent that from happening, sir.”

I heard Bioletti exhale.

“I see.”

A pause.

“Firstly, it’s Bioletti, dammit.”

Another pause.

“Second, I want you to go to your quarters and collect your things, then report back here. You are being advanced to floor Omega with immediate effect.”

I had no idea what that meant, but stood up and nodded. Bioletti gently turned me so that I had to look at him, and what I saw amazed me; he almost looked proud.

“Alicia, you did a brave and necessary thing today. I would never make light of the killing of a human, but Erikkson would have died anyway, you know that. Your actions probably stopped his stupidity from claiming more than one victim.”

I nodded again; words were still too much.

“All right. Off you go.”

I didn’t speak for most of the rest of the day; only when I was transferred to my new bunkroom, and found that Chase was waiting for me, did I break down and cry, letting the pressure and the guilt unload. I still feel great sadness when I think of Erikkson, perhaps because he was just foolish, and perhaps because he was the first person I had ever seriously hurt, let alone killed.

He was to be the first of many, so many…

The wind is whipping around viciously as Alicia finishes reading; even so, her shivering seems to be due to more than that. Richard Parker has curled himself up into a tight ball, and Alicia picks him up. She puts a hand over her chest.

Alicia: It still hurts, you know, in here. But a bit less now I’ve divulged that sordid part of the tale… like drawing poison from a wound.

She looks out over the city.

Alicia: Erikkson, if you can hear me, I meant what I said…. I’m sorry.

Richard Parker mews, indicating that he’s getting cold. Alicia nods, and feeling a little more unburdened than before, she heads to the stairwell and back down to the warmth of the building and its occupants. The show cuts to commercial.

Fade out.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: Elias vs Craig Lewis (Credit: Yoko)

As the show comes back, Philip is standing in the ring, accompanied by none other than Craig Lewis, back from his injuries. They're having a quick talk, when Philip is informed that they're back on.

Philip: The next match is scheduled for one fall! From Manchester, England, and already in the ring, the returning Craig Lewis!

He gets a pop, as everyone remembers his upset victory over Latino.

Philip: And his opponent, from Crystal Lake, Illinois, Elias Voorhees!

Fans look at each other, partially shocked by the use of Elias' last name, which they'd never heard before. They quickly forget about it though as Moonlight Sonata begins to play. Elias comes out, dressed in his usual attire, certainly not wrestling gear. Mercer Stanton is right behind him, smiling. As they reach the ring, Elias climbs into it, and Stanton stands at ringside. Philip exits as the referee enters, and he signals for the bell.

Bell Rings

Craig goes into his wrestling stance, approaching Elias. Elias however just stands there, unsure of how to approach this. As Craig reaches him, he goes into a grapple with Elias. Elias quickly pushes him away and punches him square in the jaw, and then backs away. He was not expecting a grapple. Figuring it'll turn into a fist fight, Elias takes his hat off and places it on one of the turnbuckles, and then faces Craig, who is now rubbing his jaw. He approaches him again and raises his arms for a grapple, but Elias does not. Craig stops in his tracks. He's realized Elias has no ability in wrestling whatsover, just general fighting.

Craig grabs Elias' arm in a split second and whips him into the ropes before Elias can register what's happening. Elias bounces off of the ropes, which is a very new experience to him, and comes running back, attempting to stop and hit Craig. Craig sidesteps though, and drop toe holds Elias. He quickly rolls onto Elias' back and puts him in a headlock while he's down. Such an obvious drop toe hold would have never caught an experienced wrestler, and now Craig is sure he can take down Elias.

Elias is upset at being made a fool of, and slowly rises up to his feet, headlock still applied. He drives his elbow hard into Craig's stomach and pushes him away as his grip loosens. Craig is barely stalled though, and lunges back at Elias. Elias is still trying to catch his breath from the headlock, and panics. He reaches into his coat, and there's a blur of silver. Craig stops completely as Elias holds his revolver to Craig's chest, while panting heavily. The arena goes silent, and the referee signals for the bell immediately, but doesn't dare go near Elias.

Bell Rings

Philip: The um...Winner of this match, by disqualification, Craig Lewis...?

Stanton enters the ring, smiling still. Elias looks at him, and puts his gun away. Craig quickly hops out of the ring and runs to the back.

Mercer: Now do you see? An amateur bested you, you panicked, and your reflex was to pull your gun. Instant disqualification. If this were Seven Deadly Sins, I would have just lost.

Elias: I'm sorry. I failed.

Mercer: You failed nothing, there was no way you could have won. You have no training, you're not a wrestler. You're simply a bodyguard. The best bodyguard I've ever had. You just don't work well with rules.

Elias: Right...

Mercer: Shall we go then, since this little display is over?

Elias nods and retrieves his hat, and they exit together, while the audience is still partially frightened.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Segment: Speedy Recovery (Credit: BK)

The segment opens up with a shot at the ACW crowd, the people are still hype from the last match and the matches that are about to come. Suddenly "Ginger's Theme" blares through the speakers of the arena and the chairman walks through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd. The crowd pans through the crowd for Ginger signs and they eventually see one that says "Ginger fears Jarrett" but it is ripped up by security in no time. Ginger walks up the steel steps and slides his feet across the apron before stepping into the ring. He walks over to Philip and he takes his mic and then Philip exits the ring. Ginger walks around the ring for a few seconds before putting the mic to his mouth.

Ginger: You know, over the past few shows you haven't seen any matches dubbed the Flashback series match because of the match at Seven Deadly Sins...as you know it will be The Macho Man RDK...

The crowd gives RDK a huge pop as Ginger even acknowledges him with a small golf clap.

Ginger: ....versus the self proclaimed "Hardcore Legend" B-K London..

Massive heat for BK London engulfs the arena as Ginger continues to walk around the ring with a mic in his hand.

Ginger: But due to certain circumstances beyond my control BK London is in no condition, to work Seven Deadly Sins thanks to the attack of TNT..

A mixed reaction for TNT is heard. The camera then cuts to several signs that acknowledge TNT.

Ginger: So that obviously means we are handicapped for a match at Seven Deadly Sins...but you see I could just give RDK the No.1 Contendership...but thats not how we roll. We must earn it, and I stress a lot of emphasis on the word "earn" these days. So at Seven Deadly Sins...taking his place...it will be The Macho Man RDK vs TNT in a rematch from Omega Effect..

The crowd gives that announcement a huge ovation and Ginger pats himself on the back for that idea.

Ginger: But not..

A cell phone begins to ring loudly in the arena, could it be? Could Eddie Guerrero be making his appearance in ACW. But sadly no, it is Ginger's. Ginger pulls his cellphone out of his pocket.

Ginger: You will all have to excuse me for a second....

Ginger goes into one of the corners of the ring and opens of the phone.

Ginger: Hello...

Some mumuring is heard over the phone.

Ginger: Yes I know it was a great match but...

The murmuring gets louder and Ginger has to pull the phone away from his head.

Ginger: Ok Ok but..

The murmuring continues.

Ginger: Hmm...thats not a bad idea. You've got it. Goodbye...

Ginger hands up the celphone and places it back into his pocket before walking back to the center of the ring.

Ginger: Believe it or not ladies and gentlemen, that was BK London himself...and he just told me some great news. It appears that he has made a quick and miraculous recovery from his busted knee and he will be returning to ACW this monday...

The crowd boos that announcement.

Ginger: So once again one of the main events for Seven Deadly Sins has been changed, it will now be The Macho Man RDK vs TNT vs BK London...in a Triple Threat Match...but one more thing has been added to the match...but you see BK London wants to tell you that next Monday...and trust me...it will be big.

"Gingerdude's Theme" hits and he exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp. The cameras follow him and before he makes his way back through the curtains he mouths "It will be huge" before we cut to commercials.

[Yoko Satoshi]

Match: RDK vs. Falk Tallin (Credit: Latino)

Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Yellowknife, Canada…RDK!!

Macho Man by the Village People starts playing as RDK comes out through the curtains. The fans give him a huge ovation as he walks down to the ring slapping hands with many fans. He walks up the steps and steps between the ropes, entering the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle raising his arm to the crowd as the are still on their feet cheering more and more.

Phillip: And his opponent from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….Falk Tallin!!

The arena gets bathed in a blood red light, and flares begin to dance on the side of the entrance ramp as "Not Listening" Hits the pa system. A Falcon appears on the titantron and black and blue strobes begin to flash. Falk steps out from behind the curtain and stands still in the middle of the platform as he is surrounded by a tube of white flares. He stays in the tube for a few seconds before dashing out to the right side and hyping the fans on that side, then moving to the left and doing the same. He moves onto the ramp and walks down, throwing his hands up in his signature taunt. He gets to the end and slides into the ring, and runs towards one of the four posts and chucks his jersey into the crowd after throwing his hands into the air. He jumps down and runs to the opposite posts throwing his hands into the air again and throwing his hat into the crowd. He jumps down moves to the middle, and flashes his taunt again, causing a flame to spiral up the ring post and off the top.

* The Bell Rings *

The match starts out as Falk rushes RDK with a clothesline to the back of the head. He starts hitting strike upon strike on RDK’s back and then whips RDK to the ropes. The crowd is now chanting “RDK! RDK! RDK!” Falk looks around in surprise and gives RDK a dropkick to the face upon his return. He tries for an early pin but RDK kicks out before One is even counted. Falk gets back up and tries for an elbow drop but RDK rolls out of the way. In a flash, he is on his feet and starts striking Falk in the face repeatedly. The fans are cheering more and more. He grabs Falks arm and whips him into the nearest corner and follows through with a big clothesline. RDK grabs Falk as he falls and picks him up on his back. He falls back pulling off the Samoan Drop. RDK kicks back up and looks to the crowd as they cheer louder and louder. They keep chanting his name “RDK! RDK! RDK!” more and more as it reaches deafening levels. He looks back to Falk whom is now up to one knee. He gets up and gives RDK a dropkick to the knee. RDK goes down a bit but stays back up. Falk reaches up and starts punching RDK in the face more and more. Now both men are on their feet and are trading punches back and forth. Falk ducks a punch and tries to give RDK an inverted Atomic Drop but RDK knees him in the gut. He grabs a hold of Falk and lifts him up for a suplex. Just as he goes to fall back Falk breaks out and lands on his feet behind RDK. He turns him around and quickly gives RDK an inverted Atomic Drop. RDK hops around in a circle from the pain and Falk takes another advantage he jumps up and pulls off a DDT. He looks around to the fans that still give off a good amount of pops. Falk raises his arm and then grabs RDK. He whips him into the turnbuckle face first and then sits him up on the top turnbuckle. Both men are now standing on the top turnbuckle and Falk picks up RDK. Trying to keep his balance, Falk now holds RDK in an f-5 position. Looking around to the crowd, he throws RDK around but RDK turns it into a DDT. Both men come crashing down onto the mat as Falk’s head is driven deep into it. The crowd is going insane now as they are cheering their heads off. RDK is the first to get up and Falk is slowly on his way as he tries to use the ropes for support. RDK grabs a hold of Falk and lifts him up in a Spinebuster position. He quickly slams down Falk pulling off the Macho Slam. He hooks the leg for the cover One…Two…Three!!!

Phillip: Here is your winner…RDK!!

As Macho Man hits the speakers once again RDK raises his arm to the fans. He climbs the turnbuckle as the fans are cheering more and more. As he comes down, Falk is just making it to his feet. The two meet eye to eye and RDK extends his arm. Both men shake hands as the fans pop even more. RDK leaves the ring slapping hands with many fans.