Thursday Night Meltdown August 4, 2005

[Santiago Rivera]

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Kudo vs. Kalb

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Falk Tallin vs. Angelo

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Formal Wear Match
Rena vs. Daredevil

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Cernunous vs. Hitman of the Gods - True ACW Diety

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TNT vs. Jake Cheng

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Davey vs. RDK

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BK London vs. Wyvern

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[Santiago Rivera]

Segment – ‘Revival’ (by Mr. K.O. Kudo)

As the ACW fans are still cheering from the flashy start of Meltdown, the arena lights suddenly start flickering and flashing in tune to a new theme unheard of by the ACW fans. Everyone’s head turns to the ramp entrance in unison curiously awaiting some explanation to the new unfamiliar entrance.

Finally after giving the fans about 20 seconds of wondering and wait since the theme of “Poison” first hit the speakers, an Asian man in full wrestling gear, black tights, boots, arm bands, and a necklace makes his way down the ramp slowly. The music is still playing and the ACW fans don’t know who this man is, or what to make of him.

The Asian man, instead of taking the stairs up to the ring, jumps onto the apron, pulls on the top rope and flips inside the ring to some surprised “aahhhhhs” from the crowd. The music stopped at the moment his feet landed onto the mat. Anticipating an explanation from this man like much of the crowd, head announcer, Philip Jones has already gotten up from his chair and handed the Asian man a mic. The wrestler clears his throat before beginning to speak:

“Welcome...................to your savior!”

At this point, the crowd is still as confused as ever and you can hear the perplexed melded mutterings of fans to the people next to them. Finally the wrestler in the ring brings the mic up to his mouth again:

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kudo Yasuda, also known as “Mr. K.O.” and with my debut here in this very ring comes the liberation of all the light heavyweights in the ACW!”

The crowd is giving mixed reactions now. Some people want this man out of the ring, some are still confused at what was just said and others are eagerly waiting for more. Kudo delivers.

“You see, I have been through this situation my entire life. Someone holding you down, and completely ignoring the true potential, the very best that you can you can deliver. This is no different here at ACW.”

At this point some boos are beginning to brew from the crowd.

“The junior heavyweights in this business are being vastly underrated. Of course you wouldn’t have ever thought of this because you ignore the lightweights in every fashion. When each and every one of you come to an ACW show, you expect to see the superstar gigantor heavyweights battling it out in the main event.”

Some scattered cheers start from the crowd.

“And the next day when you’re at school and at work, you talk about how great the main event was, but you forget it ever happened a few days later, it’s last week’s news. Yet we are the ones that leave you with matches that command your appreciation and that you’ll be watching again and again, time after time long after we’re dead!
No longer will you completely ignore the junior heavyweight division in this company, home of the greatest match performers in this damn business!”

Again there are mixed reactions from the crowd. Kudo’s voice is getting louder and more demanding with every sentence.

“The lightweights are the ones who wow each and every one of you in this arena and those at home with our performance every night! We don’t need to be in the main event, even though we damn well should be, to give you the 4 and 5 star matches that you mindlessly ignore in the end, overshadowed by the taller men in this industry who catch you hook line and sinker with a few persuasive words. I am going to get back the prestige of the Lightweight and Junior titles and show the world the fiery passion of the light heavyweights.
WE are the future of this business, WE redefine the limits of innovation, WE are the “Alpha” performers in Alpha Championship Wrestling!!!”

The crowd has already split in opinion of this man, some regard him as a godsend telling the truth and some completely disregard every word. Kudo brings the mic back up and seems to have gotten calmer from the last segment of the speech.

“Now that you know my intentions, I’d like to disprove any belief of hypocrisy that the crowd may have.
*Kudo imitating a higher, whinier voice* “But didn’t you just put down guys that talk all night? Look at what you’re doing now, you’re all words!”
*back in normal voice*
“You’re right. That’s why I’m in full wrestling gear and challenging the ACW Junior champion, Anthony Kalb, to a match right here, right now, to show my strength and that I mean business!”

He throws the mic down and the collision with the mat amplifies and fills the arena as Kudo loosens his muscles and awaits in fighting position for Anthony Kalb, the ACW Junior champion to make his appearance.

-End-

[Santiago Rivera]

Is It True? (Credit: Latino)

The scene opens up to Latino and Atomic Kitsune as they are walking inside the arena building. Neither of them have on wrestling gear and they each are carrying their own respective bags. They move past many officials and staff of ACW as they are walking down the hallway. Latino is trying to talk to his wife but it’s obvious she is not too happy after last shows events.

Victor: Mami, I’m sorry.

Alicia: Victor, I’ve heard that too many times recently.

Latino quickly gets in front of Atomic blocking her path. Both stop in the tracks and Latino looks in Atomic’s eyes.

Victor: Alicia…ok I went overboard last Monday. I was angry and I never should have left you stranded.

Now moving closer to her as he grabs her hand.

Victor: Do you forgive me? Chula.

Alicia: Ok Victor, I forgive you.

The couple kiss with a passion that has been missing for the past couple weeks. Atomic wraps her arms around her husband and then the two break apart and continue walking down the hallway.

Victor: Baby you never told me how you came home.

Alicia: Oh….Dan picked me up. He had found me in the parking lot and offered me a ride.

Victor: Ok…he didn’t try anything right?

Alicia: Victor please don’t let that jealously get the best of you again.

The couple is now at their lockerrom door. Atomic reaches and grabs the doorknob. She opens the door and the two steps inside. They both immediately stop as a look of surprise is now on their face. As the camera pans around the room is in a state that was ten times worse last Monday. The table is still flipped over and remains of the lamp are still scattered but this time much more is trashed. Their bathroom door is kicked down and the mirror in that same room is destroyed. Their once new couch is now ripped to shreds and the stuffing that was inside is now all over the room. Their window is broken and most of the wall is spray painted with various use of color. The camera keeps panning and then stops as it seems a word in very large letters spray painted. It’s hard to read due to the lack of light Latino and Atomic walk closer to the writings. The silence is finally broken by just one word.

Alicia: ….Lust!?

Victor: What the hell is this suppose to me?

Alicia: I…I…

Victor: Mira, answer me!

Alicia: Victor….I don’t know.

Victor * now becoming more angry *: Oh you fucking know. Tell me what the hell does this mean!

Alicia: I DON’T KNOW!!!

Victor: The hell you don’t. Tell me! What? Something happened with you and Daredevil in his car?

Alicia: …No….I mean….Victor nothing happened.

Victor: You don’t seem to sure on that.

Alicia: Victor I didn’t cheat on you.

Victor: Do you fucking have feelings for him?

Atomic doesn’t say anything but turns her face not looking at Latino.

Victor: What the fuck! Mira tu puta! Tell me the truth!

Alicia: I didn’t do anything with him. I….

Victor: You know what forget this. You better start fucking thinking!

Latino leaves the room as he leaves Atomic to look back at the remains of what was their room. She turns and looks at the wall and the four letters written in all caps “LUST.” The scene fades to black as Atomic stays staring unsure as to what has happened.

[Santiago Rivera]

Match 1: Anthony Kalb vs. Kudo Yatsuda (Credit: Senator)

As the show returns to the air, the debuting Kudo Yatsuda is already in the ring, warming up, as Money plays, announcing the arrival of Anthony Kalb.

Phillip: He is the ACW Junior Champion, Anthony Kalb, and already in the ring, making his in ring debut, Kudo Yatsuda!

Kalb swipes a microphone on his way to the ring, with a cocky look on his face.

Kalb: Hey you, jobber! Let’s make this clear, I am the ACW Junior champ, and I am the certified star of Fallout! What makes you think that your little Japanese punk-ass can survive in the ring with me? Felix Santana and Cernunnos both couldn’t do so, heck, I even make the likes of the Macho Man RDK look like chumps…so why you? I wouldn’t blame you if you just walked right on out of here…in fact, I’ll let you do that right now, hey guy, ring the bell! Ok, just walk out, yeah right down that ramp!

Kudo merely continued his warm-up throughout Kalb’s rant, coolly assessing his opponent. As Kalb motions towards the entrance, Kudo starts to walk towards the ropes…only to lash out and kick Anthony Kalb right in the knee! Kalb groans with pain, firing away with his acclaimed right fist, dropping Yatsuda, who rolls to his feet from the impact. Kudo charges in, but is met with a huge lariat from Kalb.

Eddie Edison: Lariatooooooooo!

Maxwell McNally: Now that was a crisply executed lariat, notice how Kalb put the rotation of his upper body into it to add power.

Kalb quickly lifts Kudo up into a powerbomb position, going for his Pre-Emptive Strike high angle powerbomb. Getting Yatsuda up on his shoulders, Kalb lifts him straight up in the air…perhaps for too long, as he gives Kudo time to pull his legs up, and in a unique counter, dropkicks Kalb in the face, flipping backwards, landing on his feet. Kalb bounces off the ropes, coming back with a wildly swinging punch, however, Kudo anticipates it, and as Kalb turns back around, Yatsuda leaps into the air, crushing Kalb in the temple with a sick twisting knee strike. Kalb stands stiff as a log for a moment, before crumpling to the mat. The referee dashes over, and checking on Kalb, motions to end the match!

Phillip: Your winner, by referee stop, Kudo Yatsuda!

Kudo stands in the ring for a moment, admiring his handiwork, gives a quick raised fist gesture to the crowd, and heads to the back, while the crowd appears stunned by the unexpected finish.

[Santiago Rivera]

Segment: Man in Black [Credit: Angelo]

Scene is black and all that is heard is wind and the sound of a horses hoof on cobblestone. Camera gives light showing a man with a buggy riding down a path in a park towards a man sitting on a bench with a black coat on with a hat on.

Driver: Excuse me sir, would you like a ride? A storm is coming, wouldn’t want you getting wet now would we?

Man: ehhh why not.

The man gets up and walks towards the buggy and gets in. The driver then signals the horse to go as they begin to move.

Driver: So where to?

Man: Just keep driving.

There is some silence and the man is just staring off to the side.

Driver: So what’s your name?

Man: Angelo………Angelo Giovanni.

Driver: Hmmm, I’ve heard that somewhere.

Angelo: ACW

Driver: ACW arena? Sorry sir I can’t take you there. Really I’m not allowed by the park rangers to really leave this park.

Angelo: No….you heard me from ACW. I’m the International Champion.

The driver turns around and looks at Angelo.

Driver: Hahahaha no kidding.

There is a silence and just then all the trees blow in the wind which has just picked up and thunder is heard in the background.

Angelo: Drop my off here.

Driver: But sir, surely it will start to rain any time now.

Angelo: Just drop me off here

The driver stops the horse and carriage and Angelo steps down then throws a couple of bucks at the driver. There is a roar of thunder and the man drives off. Angelo walks past the camera and then it turns to reveal Angelo walking into a graveyard. Angelo walks by many tombstones going deeper and deeper into the abyss like graveyard. Angelo then reads some of the writing on them.

Angelo: Robert McKinnely. 1987 – 2005. Loving brother and son will be dearly missed.

Angelo takes some steps and reads another.

Angelo: Elise Vasey, 1914 -2005. Loving mother, daughter, sister, and grandmother.

Angelo walks further into the graveyard. There are cracks of lightning and the mighty roar of the thunder. In the background behind Angelo is the site of lightning and the trees are moving much more again. Angelo then stops at one tombstone and smiles.

Angelo: Scott………..Stewart . 1976-2005.

Angelo gives out an evil laugh and loud cracks of lightning are heard.

Angelo: Wyvern Robert an Elise both had something in common. Wanna know what? Well they both experienced death. Elise, living to be 91, Robert 18. Elise didn’t choose her sins wisely Wyvern. She was lazy, the sin of sloth. She was lazy and didn’t take her pills. A week later she was found dead in her 2 bedroom ranch. Robert………he had just graduated. He felt like he was on the top of the world. He and his buddies…..they didn’t choose their sins wisely. Robert and they all drank way too much. Gluttony………the only thing was his friends still have something left in them to realize they can’t drive home. Before they realized, Robert was already gone. He took off in his car and no longer than 5 minutes later, ran a red light and his little car got man handled by an 18 wheeler.

More thunder is heard and the storm is getting worse.

Angelo: These two……they didn’t choose their sins wisely. And neither have you. You see Wyvern, you are greedy. It all started around Fallen Heroes. You’re thinking to yourself “Alright I’m a former Entertainment Champion, the current International Champion and I have a shot at the World Heavyweight Title at Omega Effect.” Wyvern you were greedy. You took what you had for granted. Then come Omega it came and bit you in the ass. Bad karma. You thought you had it all in the bag, that you would be a Triple Crown champion. You didn’t even think about the belt you had over your shoulder. You forgot to defend it within the 2 week limit. Then you thought you had the world title match won, you just underestimated Yoko then boom, you had lost everything. Everything that you had, gone, all because………you got greedy. Wyvern…......watch your back. You’ll have to live your life with your head over your shoulder watching, waiting for it. Because Wyvern, your sins will bring you to your death.

A loud crack of lightning is heard and it begins to downpour. Angelo smiles and tosses the hat onto the tombstone. Angelo turns away and walks into the dark daytime.

Camera does a closeup shot of the tombstone with the hat laying by its side with rain dripping down the headstone.

Scene fades to black.

[Santiago Rivera]

Segment: A Little Conversation (Credit: Senator)

Coming back from the break, the Senator is seen entering the ACW Arena’s training section, and it follows accordingly. When it enters the large area, the Senator is talking to “Textbook” Tim Dwight while a number of ring workers are attending to a half-dismantled ring in the middle of the room.

The Senator: Mr. Dwight, bad as things may be, it is still good to see you.

Dwight: Same for you, although I wish that you were not in this sort of situation. The business is a tough one, but I’ve never seen backstage politics get this bad…

Senator: I know what you are saying there…all too well. That said, I came to you for some advice. No help or anything with my match, in fact, I want you to help Yoko. You know my strengths and weaknesses almost as well as I do, and you have all of ACW’s mighty resources at your fingertips. Make good use of them, my friend.

Dwight: I’d rather not bring you down, but that’s what things have come to. Oh well, at least you’re getting your title shot, you know, that one that you worked for so hard since that debacle we called Fallen Heroes.

Senator: And that is what I wanted to ask you about. What the heck am I supposed to do if, heaven forbid, I win at Seven Deadly Sins? Do I keep the title and defend it for Mercer Stanton? Do I drop it? Do I…

Dwight: No! Do not drop it, if you do that, you only give Mercer Stanton an excuse to put it on a real degenerate…and I’m not talking about the likes of the X-Treme Kid. You want to see this company and that belt defiled even more than Stanton’s rule alone would bring about, then go ahead and drop the belt!

Senator: Very well then, perhaps I will not drop it, although I sure am thinking that might be the right…

Dwight: Look out!

Out of nowhere, one of the “ring workers” comes flying at the Senator with a crowbar in hand, swinging away. Phillips manages to dodge the initial onslaught, sidestepping the assailant, and countering with a series of kicks to the knee, a final one resounding with a popping noise that even Dwight cringes to before he restrains the man. The Senator takes a look at his attacker to see…

Senator: Well, well, Danny Richards, the Rookie Monster. What were you trying to accomplish?

Richards: Damn right, I’m the Rookie Monster…and…I had to…aargh! I had to…take you out! I don’t want Stanton…to win…Ginger may not be perfect…and I may not be doing much right now…but if I took you out, that’d be enough!

Dwight: Calm down now, I don’t think you should be moving with that busted knee, let me call the meds over here to take care of you.

Dwight runs off while the Senator leans closer to Richards.

Senator: Nice try, nice try indeed. I do not blame you in the slightest for trying that. If I were you, I would probably have done the same thing. Sorry about that knee, but I had to take care of myself. Preservation instincts and all that, you know. Well, take care, and perhaps it is for the best that you can not wrestle now…who knows what misery will come next from this horrid mess?

Fade Out.

[Santiago Rivera]

Damn Little Red Light (Credit: Stan the Cameraman and Jake Cheng)

Jake Cheng jumps into his favorite chair in the locker and lets out a long sigh. Stan puts the camera on the table and lays on the couch. Jake picks his notebook up and starts to write his next segment. Stan starts and finishes his mini-can of Sprite in about 5 seconds.

Jake: Stan, I gotta say, that was an excellent segment

Stan: I concur, we really put a lot of effort into that one.

Jake: We had that part where… and then with the thing….wow… just, wow.

Stan: I know what you mean.

Jake: It is weird talking to you with the camera off. You use a bigger vocabulary.

Stan: Heh. Hey, I have to roll. See you tomorrow.

Jake: See ya.

Stan walks over to the camera, then stops. He has a shocked look on his face, vevn though the camera can only see his pelvic area.

Stan: Uh? Jake….

Jake (Now slightly unnerved): What?

Stan: Come look at this.

Jake walks over and stands next to Stan.

Jake: What?

Stan: See that little red light?

Jake: Yeah. So?

Stan: That light means the camera is recording.

Jake:……………………………............................................................................

Stan:……………………………….......................................................................

Jake & Stan: FUCK!!!

Disembodied Voice of the FCC: You can’t say that.

Jake: Damn little red light.

Jake reaches down, and presses a button.

Black

[Santiago Rivera]

Falk Tallin vs. Angelo Giovanni (Credit: Angelo)

Edison: Here we go folks……..its showtime.

McNally: Indeed it is as we await our second match of the night.

The crowd behind McNally and Edison are trying to get on camera and the rest are all talking among them selves as they patiently wait. Just then the arena lights go down to a blood red light color and “Not Listening” by Papa Roach hits and the crowd cheers him on as he makes his way out from behind the curtain.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring weighing in at 265 pounds, Falk Tallin!

Falk slides into the ring after slapping some fans hands on the way down. He takes his jersey off and runs towards the turnbuckle. He gets up on the second rope and throws the jersey into the crowd before throwing his hands up into the air. The music then cuts.

Philip: And his opponent, hailing from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 239 pounds, he is the ACW International Champion! Angelo Giovanni!

The crowd explodes and then “Suffocate” by Finger Eleven blares on the P.A. The crowd is cheering and applauding Angelo. The music keeps playing but the crowd begins to die down as Angelo doesn’t come out. People begin to talk and they wonder where he is. Falk looks around the speaks to the ref.

Falk: Come on, signal him to ring the bell then count him out!

Ref: Sir, come on this is going to be a fa—

Falk: Shut the Falk up and do it!

The ref waves his hand over at the bell keeper.

The bell rings

Ref:……………………….1

McNally: Where’s Angelo?

Edison: I….I don’t know. He was just in that graveyard, do you think he didn’t get back here in time?

Ref:………………………2

McNally: That could possibly be an explanation for this.

Ref: ………………………..3

McNally: Well if Angelo doesn’t get out here, he’s gonna lose this match.

Ref: ……………………….4


Ref: ……………………….5

Edison: Oh no we’re halfway.

Ref:……………………….6

[Santiago Rivera]

The part of the crowd near the entrance way explodes and the rest of the crowd joins in as they see Angelo Giovanni making his way down to the ring with the title in his left hand.

Ref:……………………….7

Edison: Here we go!!!

Angelo is halfway down the ramp and Falk wants the count to go faster.

Ref:……………………….8

Angelo slides in and breaks it then slides out and goes over to Philip and talks to him for a second. The ref comes over and Angelo hands him the title and Philip stand up.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen……..I have just been informed that this match will be for the ACW International Title!

Edison: Wait…but Daredevil is the number one contender!

McNally: Well remember what Angelo said, he will defend it against him whenever he pleases.

The ref holds the title up and lets Falk take a look at it.

The bell officially rings for the restart of the match.

Angelo slides into the ring and Falk and they stare each other down. Falk is the bigger man by 26 pounds and both are the same height. They circle around the ring and Angelo makes a fake shot to the leg. He moves his arm quickly down again making Falk think he’s going for his legs. He does it once again and now Falk is ready. Angelo goes to fake again and Falk swiftly goes for a knee to the head of Angelo with his other leg but Angelo turns his body to the side and grabs the leg which is just in front of him now. He turns back and pushes forward, making Falk go to the ground. Angelo kicks at the back of Falk’s legs. Angelo then takes the leg that he is holding and twists over into a half Boston Crab. The ref gets down and asks Falk if he gives up. He shakes his head no and tries to endure the pain.

Edison: Will he tap? No…OH! An elbow to the back of Angelo’s head!

Falk nails an elbow to Angelo’s head. He hits another, and another. He keeps doing this till Angelo drops the hold. Angelo rolls over to the turnbuckle holding his head. He pulls himself up and Falk is already getting to his feet. Angelo takes some steps forwards and Falk runs forward and dropkicks the knee of Angelo. Angelo grabs the knee in mid-air as he falls face first onto the mat holding his knee.

Angelo slowly gets up holding his knee and Falk runs from the other way and chop blocks Angelo down. Angelo pulls himself up holding his left leg and he turns around into a kick to the gut by Falk. He lifts Angelo up and drops him into a big body slam. Angelo gets up and Falk puts an arm hold on Angelo. Angelo spins around Falk and reverses it, putting it on him. Falk is about to try doing that, but Angelo uses his head and sweeps the leg of Falk forward making him go down face first.

Angelo waits for him to get up. Falk takes his time rising then finally gets up. Angelo drop kicks him in the back of the head making him go forward and over the top rope. He hits the ground with a thickening thud and there is an “oooooh” sound in the arena.

McNally: What a dropkick!

Edison: Amen to that brotha!

The ref begins his count. 1……………………….2……………………………3………………………4………………………….5…………………………………6…………..Falk is to his feet but he is dazed. He turns around and sees Angelo flying over the top rope into a corkscrew. He connects fully and Falk goes flying back and hits the announcers table.

Edison: Hey! Watch where you’re going!

Angelo picks him up as the count has restarted and he tosses Falk into the ring. Angelo climbs up onto the apron and just holds onto the top rope. Falk slowly gets up and looks around. He’s walking backwards unaware that Angelo it behind him. Falk is then seen looking up at what looks like the titantron. Falk takes some steps back then jumps up and grabs Angelo’s head then brings him down into an RKO. Angelo’s throat goes down over the top rope and it springboards him back and he falls off the apron. It then goes to a replay of the move as Angelo is on the ground holding his throat and Falk is in the ring on the mat catching his breath.

McNally: I…I’m speechless. Wow…………..what a move by Falk Tallin.

Edison: That took skill and it looked like he pin pointed when to execute it by looking up at the titantron and seeing how far he was from Angelo! OH wait…Angelo is getting up.

Angelo is on one knee and is trying to pull himself up using the apron. Falk runs and goes for a baseball slide but Angelo spins out of the way and then nails a vicious elbow to Falk’s leg. He hits it again then drags him over to the corner. Angelo moves over and pulls Falk’s other leg through. He grabs the other leg with his other hand then pulls him forward right into the steel post.

Edison: Wait, I thought we were at a wrestling match, not the nut cracker! Hahaha

Angelo rams Falks leg into the post and the ref is telling Angelo to get out of there. Angelo then puts Falks legs in position and his also then drops into an inverted figure four. Falk screams in pain and is tapping and the ref gives Angelo a 5 count to break it. 1……………2………..3…………4……….he breaks the hold. Angelo slides into the ring then pulls Falk out of the corner. Angelo is standing right over Falks head and pulls his legs up. Angelo twists over into a reverse Boston Crab. Falk screams in pain. The ref asks him if he gives up. He replies with a no.

About 30 seconds later Falk is about to tap but Angelo drops his leg right before. He wants to keep punishing him. Angelo slides out of the ring and pulls Falk out. Angelo whips Falk but he reverses and Angelo goes face first into the steel post. He hits the ground hard and Falk tries to capitalize on this situation. He picks Angelo up and rams his head into the steel again. He then throws him into the ring. Angelo somehow gets up immediately and he doesn’t really realize where he is. He’s dazed and Falk slides in. Angelo just kicks him in the gut then lifts him onto his shoulders. He drops Falk into an Italian Decimator and then goes outside the ring. He grabs a chair then looks at it and drops it.

McNally: Old instinct

Angelo climbs up onto the apron and looks at Falk in the ring. He jumps up and springboards off the top rope and hits a Venomous Injection on Falk.

Edison: DAAAAANNGEEROOOUS!!

The ref counts as Angelo is still on top of Falk. 1……2…………3

The bell rings.

Philip: Here is your winner and STILL International Champion. Angelo Giovanni!

“Suffocate” hits and Angelo pulls himself up and takes his title. He slides out of the ring then up the ramp. Falk crawls to the rope then pulls himself to two knees. He puts his hands over his head like he can’t believe he lost. Angelo is at the top of the stage holding his title up.

Scene fades to black and goes to a commercial.

[Santiago Rivera]

Segment: I'm Mercer Stanton Dammit! (Credit: Yoko)

??: It's air tight.

As the scene fades in, we see who was talking. Mercer Stanton is sitting at his desk, overlooking important documents repeatedly, while Elias watches.

Elias: Are you sure?

Mercer: Absolutely. I've looked it a thousand times, there's no getting out of it. There's no changing it.

Elias: Look on the bright side, at least The Senator is going to fight as best he can, he's not throwing the match.

Mercer: This is true, he has honor. But...Yoko! How did Ginger get Yoko?!

Elias: Maybe we came off too strongly.

Mercer: If I'd known we were going against YOKO, I'd have gotten Kiji.

Elias: Don't blame yourself, you wanted Yoko to begin with. You couldn't have guessed she'd be on the other side.

Mercer: I'm not blaming myself, it's a freak occurance.

Elias: Humans make mistakes. We learn from them.

Mercer: This coming from Mr. "I don't know how many kids I have by different women."

Elias: Hey, that was before-

Mercer: And were you implying I made a mistake?

Elias: Well-

Stanton grabs Elias by the collar.

Mercer: I am MERCER STANTON. I don't make mistakes, I know everything that's going to happen, because I CONTROL everything that happens!

He lets go of Elias.

Mercer: I don't know how this oversight happened. Yoko was supposed to wrestle for me, and that was the point of no return. We'll just have to...

Elias: Ensure Senator wins?

Mercer: We can't ensure anything. We have to let what's going to happen, happen. We'll go from there.

He sighs and tosses the match contract in the floor, and leans back in his chair.

Mercer: This little adventure may be over soon, what do you think Joshua and his little girlfriend are up to?

Elias: I can check it out for you and get a report, if you want.

Mercer: You do that.

Elias nods as the camera fades.

End Segment.

[Santiago Rivera]

Segment: Old Flames Burn Bright…In Anger. (Credit:DD and Rena)

Ginger: Ah, Welcome.

He smiled as both Rena and DD pushed their way through the door.

Unison: You wanted to see me?

They looked at each other, a little confused as to why they were asked together. Ginger leaned in his chair and laughed, positioning towards the two who were now sitting in the most comfortable leather chairs.

Ginger: Well you see, tonight I thought it would be so smart to have an old flames match…and since you two are just that…I have decided to put you both in a match. And in fairness, Rena will choose the match.

DD: You’re letting that slut choose it? She’s probably going to choose some furry teddy match! Damn diva-type-whore…

Ginger: Just a minute, DD…If Rena would like to choose that, it is her decision.

Rena smiled towards Ginger, and winked. He smiled back and felt her knee under the desk, only to find a huge prick on his fingers and blood spilling lightly from them. He tried not to yelp, but looked at his hand quietly. It seemed Rena had stabbed him with a pen she had found in her purse.

Rena: I choose…a Formalwear match!

DD: Come again!?

Rena: Yes, we both dress up in formal attire, and the first person to loose all of their formalwear will lose.

DD: Jesus Christ...

Ginger: Great! It’s Settled.

DD: BUT-

Ginger: It’s settled…You may leave, DD…Rena could you stay for a bit?

Rena: Don’t think so honey. Not that kind of girl anymore…I’m a one-man woman.

Ginger: A…come again…?

Rena: One...Man…Woman…

DD: Riiiiiight…

He stands up and leaves, followed by Rena. He turns and looks at her, laughing in her face.

DD: Watch your back sexy…Because I’m going to be there…watching over you like a lion watches his prey…

Rena: Get out of my face you perverted freak!

She slaps him hard, only making him laugh more at her.

DD: Oooh...fiesty tonight aren't we?

((Fade))

[Santiago Rivera]

Title: An Ounce of Prevention

Credit: Kiji, Ridley

The accomodations of the bedroom are surprisingly lavish. Then again, so is the rest of the Abraxite compound, for a secret sewer hideout. The only sounds in the room are the loud snoring of Jif Choosey and the omnipresent hum of some sort of ventilation system. The lights come on, revealing the form of Ridley standing in the doorway.

Ridley: Rise and shine.

Kiji rises to a sitting position and rubs his eyes, bare-chested and tousle-haired. Rose opens her eyes and stirs, but doesn't get up. Jif gives a gruff snort and rolls over, still asleep. Rose leans down and picks up one of her shoes, throwing it hard at Jif. It bounces off his head, and he starts in surprise, giving a yell of horror and managing to thrash violently enough to fall onto the floor in a mass of flailing blankets.

Jif: AHH! IT'S DRAKUL! NIGGA GON' KILL US! ...oh.

He eventually extricates himself from the blankets and turns to face Ridley.

Jif: Sup?

Ridley: Get off the floor. It's time to suit up and go over the plan of action.

The three get dressed and follow Ridley out of the room. A waiting Abraxite beckons to them, and they end up in front of a set of heavy metal doors with a block-letter sign above them that reads "ARMORY". The robed man enters something on the keypad on the nearby wall, and the doors slide open with a soft hiss. The Abraxite bows and stands aside, allowing Ridley and his constituents to pass.

Weapons of every conceivable kind line the walls on racks, and kevlar bulletproof vests hang on pegs on one side of the room. Ridley selects a pair of Ingram MAC-10 machine pistols, a second Beretta, and a kevlar vest, which he dons.

Ridley: Be right back.

He exits, leaving the other three to look to their equipment. Kiji selects a Galil AR sniper rifle and a kevlar vest, then stoops to open his duffelbag, while Rose takes armor as well along with a .22 handgun. Jif selects a SPAS-12 shotgun, but, like Kiji, begins rummaging in his own things aside from grabbing body armor. Ridley comes back a few minutes later to find Kiji dressed in some bizarre kind of black, shell-like armor that completely covers his body except for his face and hands, with a hatchet-like blade affixed to the heel of one shoe. A white number 1 is painted on the back of the armor. Rose looks much the same as before, besides a bulkiness under her t-shirt from the kevlar vest.

[Santiago Rivera]

And the sight of Jif is enough to make Ridley simply shake his head, at a loss for words. He seems to have foregone a shirt in lieu of the body armor, while his bandanna obscures one eye. One leg of his huge urban camo pants is rolled up, inexplicably. With a pocket knife in one hand and the SPAS in the other, he attempts briefly and unsuccessfully to saw off part of the barrel.

Jif: Whatchu starin' at, nigga? I look DANGEROUS!

Ridley: Uhh... sure. Alexandra, I have something for you.

He hands her a box, which she opens to reveal a shiny black leather bodysuit.

Ridley: I thought it would give you more of a tactical advantage than jeans and a t-shirt.

They both grin.

Rose: Tactical advantage... right.

Ridley: Okay, here's the plan. I'll go in the front and draw as many of them towards me as possible while Jif watches the entrance. Kiji goes in the left wing from the back, and Alexandra can use the Abraxites' tunnel to get into the right. Work your way up through the building; kill as many Cryptites as possible, wreak havoc, but try not to kill any civilian employees if you can help it. If they're not shooting at you, don't go out of your way to waste them. They might prove useful later. Got it?

Everyone nods.

Jif: Let's go kick some ass, Butcher.

Ridley slaps a magazine into one of his MAC-10s.

Ridley: I hear that.

End.

[Santiago Rivera]

Formalwear match

Rena vs. Daredevil (Credit: DD, Latino for 3 words)

McNally: Well our next match tonight is the contest between the two former couple, Dan ‘Daredevil’ White and Rena of the Senatorial Stable. Now these two haven’t appeared in a wrestling ring ever since Emperor of the Ring last September, when with the assistance of Bob and a chair, Rena won the match.

Edison: Well that is true Max, and I even remember the first show after Omega Effect when Daredevil and WCW 98 squared up to the stable and Rena and Daredevil ended up bitching about each other. This has got to be one of the most intense matches in the history of ACW!

McNally: Well I wouldn’t exactly put it that way, but this match will certainly be an interesting one.

Edison: Including the hardcore rules stipulation.

McNally: Indeed. Now let’s go to the ring, with Philip Jones.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a formalwear hardcore match! The aim is to strip your opponent of their formal attire. Coming first, from New York City and a member of the Senatorial Stable…Rena Matheson!

"Want Me, Want Me" by Namie Amuro hits and Rena comes out in stunning attire: a black leather/laced suit and dark stockings, stunning the crowd. She also wears knee-high boots, but they cause no problem as she walks down the Meltdown ramp and to the ring. She slowly climbs up the steel steps, and enters the ring very Stacy Kiebler-like. But once in, she stops with the diva-like attitude, and begins stretching, ready for last-minute preparations.

Philip: And from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 225 lbs…Dan ‘Daredevil’ White!

Live and Let Die hits and Daredevil comes out in a blinding white/cream suit with a black tie. Rather than the usual boos he receives from the crowd, they burst into laughter. DD just shouts at them, but also trying to hide his semi-embarrassment as he makes his way down to the ring. He enters, looking at his old flame staring back and trying to hide the laughter.

DD: Go ahead and laugh. But by then end of this match we’ll be seeing whose laughing, slut.

Rena smirks at him as Philip leaves the ring, and the bell rings

The two square up, Rena not being able to hide her laughter at DD’s suit. This gives him an advantage as he runs up to her, knocking her down with a shoulder block. Rena jumps back up, almost looking disgusted at DD, who just smirks at her. She jumps up, and DD attempts a headlock but Rena doesn’t follow, hitting a jawbreaker. DD flies back holding his jaw, and Rena runs at him, hitting him with a hard clothesline. He jumps up, looking disgusted at Rena and runs at her again. But she just grins, hitting a spinning heel kick as he attempts to get near her. DD is quite out of it and Rena smirks as she makes the gentle process of removing Daredevil’s cream top and tie. DD slowly comes to when he realizes he’s down to his trousers and shirt. He sees Rena going down to the trousers, and so hits her with a cheap knee to the face. Rena falls onto her back, pretty dazed, and DD sees an opportunity. He crawls over, grabbing Rena by the feet and removes her left shoe. He then attempts the right boot but Rena kicks him. He catches the foot, but Rena then hits an immensely hard sitting down Enziguri to the side of DD’s face. He falls down and rolls out the ring, slumped.

McNally: Damn Rena could have taken his head off!

Both competitors take an opportunity to rest. Rena tries to grab the boot but the referee makes it there first and hands it to the timekeeper. So she reaches through the ropes to DD, who clubs her in the head with a microphone. She isn’t knocked out, but she’s dozier than ever, stumbling across the ring as she tries to stay on her feet. DD takes advantage of the situation, slipping into the ring and hitting her with a Stunt Bomb. He then removes the right boot, and the leather top she is wearing. It leaves Rena completely exposed, in only her stockings and undergarments. She slowly wakes up, and immediately covers herself. But she remembers that she cannot just hide like that, and so rolls out the ring and lures DD to follow. He immediately does, smiling at the chance he now had of winning. Rena goes around to the announcer’s table and DD continues to follow, before she quickly grabs something and hits DD over the head with it.

McNally: Rena just hit DD with the ring bell!

Edison: He’s surely 100% positively easily out of this match now!

But he isn’t, as he slowly uses the barricade as assistance in getting to his feet. Rena runs at him, attempting a Chick Kick but DD ducks it and hits an STO before falling down to the ground. The two are almost breathless, and they slowly take their time to recover from the recent action as the camera takes time to pan across the arena. It cuts back and the two are still down, but DD is slowly feeling a lot better, and crawls towards the barricade. He reaches his arms up and grabs the top, and pulls himself up with it, before rolling into the ring. Rena meanwhile catches her breath at this point, and slowly crawls over to the ring, rolling in. Both wrestlers use the ropes as assistance, before locking in a headlock. DD wins, throwing Rena into the corner and he aims a run at her. At the last moment though she moves out the way and DD slams into the turnbuckle. Rena then lifts him up so he’s sitting on the turnbuckle, and onto her shoulders in the Hell in Heels position. She lifts him off the turnbuckle, and holds him on her shoulders for an impressive couple of seconds before slamming him in between her legs. She falls back for a second; the pressure on her neck beginning to tell before she crawls over to DD’s abdomen area. She rips off the white shirt, disposing it of ease, before taking off his shoes.

McNally: Daredevil’s down to his trousers! Rena has the match won!

Rena then goes for the trousers, but DD kicks her away. She flies into the referee, who knocks himself out on the turnbuckle. DD slowly makes it to his feet, but walks straight into Rena, who hits a snapmere. She then removes the trousers of Daredevil.

Edison: Rena wins! Rena wins!

McNally: But the referee is down! The match must continue!

Rena is celebrating but stops when she fails to hear the bell. She then goes to check the referee, who is only just coming to. This give DD a chance to cheat and he grabs the trouser, slipping them on much to the disgust of the fans. He gives them the finger, before waiting behind Rena as she continues shouting and the now-standing referee. As she turns around, Daredevil hits a Dangerous DDT, and leaves the ring, collecting something from underneath the apron. He pulls out two handcuffs, and re-enters the ring, resting Rena on the ropes. He then hooks the cuffs so her left hand and right hand are both attached to the rope. She wakes up to see her predicament, but cannot do anything but kick DD as he attempts to grab the stockings. One kick is successful, knocking him to the canvas, but it only makes him more vengeful. He bounces off the opposite ropes, hitting a clothesline on Rena and she flies over the ropes, still handcuffed to them and is hanging off the ropes, feet not touching the ground. DD then slides out the ropes and grabs the stockings, pulling them off Rena. The referee notices and calls for the bell.

Philip: Here is your winner…Dan ‘the Daredevil’ White!

McNally: Damn that Daredevil. He cheated and he knows it!

Edison: But you gotta admit it was mighty quick thinking of him to handcuff Rena to the ropes, and use that as a waypoint to win the match.

Daredevil is about to leave when he turns back and notices the referee unlocking the handcuffs with the keys he found on the apron. Rena is left in her underwear, but still has her dignity as she gets help from the referee to stand up. Rage fills in Daredevil’s head, and he slides back into the ring and clubs Rena on the back of the head with an elbow

McNally: What a cheap shot!

Daredevil then leaves the ring, and grabs a steel chair and a microphone. He sets the chair up in the center of the ring, and lifts Rena onto the top turnbuckle. He then hooks his arms over her head, as the crowd scream and beg for him not to do what he’s about to do. But their screams can do nothing as he hits Shellshock B off the top turnbuckle, and demolishing the chair. Rena is left lying on the ground as EMTs and road agents come down to help her out the ring. But DD grabs the microphone and sends a message out.

DD: Angelo! You made the biggest mistake of your life giving my title shot the final show before 7 Deadly Sins. So now you’re going to have to go through me, and after this week I couldn’t be more prepared to tear you limb-by-limb when I face you next Warfare. And to make it interesting so your fellow stablemates don’t come once again to your rescue, it’s going to be a standard, old-school 15 foot steel cage match. No pinfalls, no submissions, no door to escape to. Angelo, you’re going to be going in there against the man who FINALLY gets what he deserves, and there’s not a damn thing that can stop me. Now play my music.

Live and Let Die hits and the crowd let themselves be heard at DD as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp. But he pays no attention, his mind clearly set on winning the International title next Warfare as we cut to a ‘Don’t Try This at Home’ commercial.

[Santiago Rivera]

Segment: Al' Mighty Thor shall smite you! (Credit: Predator)

The scene opens up with Wolf leaning on the wall of Predator's locker room, the camera widens out and we see both of them, conversing with eachother as Predator sits down on a bench...

Wolf: So wheres my shot?

Predator: When I'm...

Wolf: I SAID WHERES MY SHOT? DON'T YOU SHIT ON ME TWICE BOY! I got you HERE!

Predator: No....No Mr. London got me here!

Wolf: No man...your shittin'....

Wolf then slaps the taste out of Predator's mouth and Predator reels

Wolf: I'm getting that belt man, so at the fallout pre-show, before your Seven Deadly Sins defense, OH MY...pfft, you will take on ME! What do you think of that bitoutch? Yeah I know your shitting right now, but maybe come the PAY-PER-VIEW, you will have cleansed that diarhea out of your shorts and will be ready to step in the ring with Wolf, ONE MORE TIME! You better be ready boy!

Wolf slaps Predator again and Predator just looks at him, in a very pissed manner

Predator: ...NO! I AM THE ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION! I CALL THE SHOTS! Y--...

Wolf: --SSSSSHHHUUUUTTTT UPPPPPPPP!!

Silence

Wolf: Good

Fade Out