Thursday Night Meltdown 13th October 2005

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Thursday Night Meltdown 13th October 2005

Schedule of Matches:
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Lather, Rinse and Repeat Match
Rena vs. Paris Vs. Sakina Vs. Alexis

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Kurt Ashmore vs. Austin McLane

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C. P. Madison vs. Jearus

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Gauntlet Match
NBK vs Duo Kino, Ace, Falk Tallin

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Hitman of the Gods vs. BK London

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ACW Entertainment Title Match
Predator vs. Kudo

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Jake Cheng vs. Jonny Spade

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ACW Light-Heavyweight - Ladder Match
Davey Marvel vs. Fallen Souls

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Opening segment: An Unscheduled Meeting (Credit: RDK)

The show opens up with many fireworks and the like, showing the crowd hyped up and ready for the show, however it begins with the alphatron lighting up, and we see The People's Champion RDK with his ACW title over his shoulder...that's not all however, for his brother Julien is right beside him and they are speaking to each other...

Julien: Thanks for bringing me to see the show tonight man! I love live events! It feels like anything can happen!

Randy: OoOoh Yeeah brudah! No problem! Mach or Nach, I'm happy to bring my brother to the arena!

Randy pats Julien on the back and the two begin to walk down the hall. It seems like another great night in ACW history is in the making for sure. The two turn a corner and see something however. A very tall man, rivaling that of the height of Hitman of the Gods. He bears sunglasses and a black dress suit. It seems he has been waiting for them and he folds his arms.

Mystery Man: Mr. Kanyon, you have been asked to come with me, if not, you will be taken with force. It's your call.

RDK and Julien both cock and eyebrow and look at each other, they then look back at the man.

Randy: Who wants to see me? And why must I come with you brudah?

Mystery Man: I guarantee answers upon arrival. Please, follow me.

The man points down the hallway to the exit sign...

Randy: Uhh...brudah has a match jabroni! No time for meetings!

RDK tries to run off but the mystery man grabs Julien.

Mystery Man: I am aware of the fact that you do NOT have a match tonight Mr. Kanyon, please, follow me.

RDK pauses for a few moments...Julien then starts up...

Julien: ---HIIIIYAAAA MOTHAFUCKA!!!

Julien, using his vast and seemingly unlimited strength, flips the man over top of him and makes him land flat on his back, his spine smashing against the cement floor. RDK looks on in astonishment and is frozen for a few seconds before looking back at Julien...

Randy: ---Great job brudah! OoOoh Yeeaah!

The two start to walk away but then the exit door swings open....Three other mystery men are there.

Mystery Men: Stop where you are Mr. Kanyon!!!

RDK and Julien see this and begin to run however they are halted dead in their tracks as both are shot with tranquilizer darts. The original mystery man gets to his feet, holding his back.

Mystery Man: Take Mr. Kanyon away. We'll leave his brother here, he's of no use to our boss.

The three mystery men bag RDK up and take him away down the hall and through the door as the scene fades out...

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Segment: Destiny (Credit: Kurt Ashmore)

(Kurt Ashmore is seen in a locker room in the backstage area. He has his head in his hands and is sitting on the concrete with his legs crossed. He begins to shake. The light in the room turns off. Then, a solitary light flickers on. It is right above him. He lifts his head up and begins to stare off.)

Ashmore- You know what, there comes a time in a persons life...where he is faced with a maddening decision. He is thrown to the wolves and is forced to make or break what seems like an endless cycle. For me, my life has been a sick cycle carousel. This carousel keeps going around and around. I know it seems cliché…but it is painfully obvious that I must do what I had no intentions of doing. I have to dig deep within my bottomless bag of emotions and make sure that tonight…Austin McLane does not walk out of this arena alive. You see folks…Austin is what I like to call…a martyr. He will suffer for my cause. My cause is to wear gold around my waist. Some people were made to work in the meat department at Pathmark…and others…like me…were destined to vengefully take what is rightfully theirs. What is rightfully mine is the ACW Junior title. You see, that belt shall be my way to advance in the hierarchy that is ACW.

(He takes a deep breath and then begins to talk deeper and with a purpose.)

Ashmore- Our current junior champion is nothing more than a “never was”. I assume he came out here and bragged about how great he was. I can see just by looking at him in the backstage area…he cannot measure up to me. I am the chosen warrior of pain and suffering. Do you not see the scars that reside on my body? Each one has a story…each one has a purpose. However, the only scar that matters is the one you cannot see. It is the one in my soul. Austin McLane…I may exasperate now…but when I defeat you tonight in the middle of that ring…I will be the one that they remember. You will be just another forgotten name in the laundry list of superstars who have fallen victim to my “Free Spirit” finisher.

(The lights dim as we fade out.)

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Match 1: Lather, Rinse and Repeat Match
Rena vs. Paris Vs. Sakina Vs. Alexis

It’s time for the first match of the night, and it’s a novel one; there are what look like shower heads attached to the ring posts, two large and two narrow, and all around the ring there are plastic sheets with water catching trays in the bottom of them. Philip clambers over all the equipment to enter the ring.

Philip: This is a “Lather, rinse and repeat” match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Charlotte, NC, Alexis Noir!

”Loverboy” by Mariah Carey hits, and Alexis comes out wearing a bikini which draws plenty of admiring looks from the mostly male crowd. She enters the ring as Philip holds the ropes for her.

Philip: Second, from Anatalya, Turkey, Sakina Khalida!

”Hepsin Senin Mi” starts to play, and Sakina gets a warm welcome from the fans, who are pleased to see her back in an ACW ring. She is wearing a full swimsuit rather than a bikini, but the effect is still striking and elegant. She waits over to one side in the ring as Philip continues.

Philip: The next contestant, from San Francisco, California…. Paris Summers!

”All American Girl” hits, and Paris generates lots of noise as she enters the arena; she strides to the ring looking confident that she can handle whatever surprises this match has to offer.

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

”Be Yourself” hits, and there is a loud surge of cheering from the crowd; however, there is no sign of Rena on the stage, and everyone in the ring seems genuinely confused. After about a minute and a half, the referee decides he won’t wait any longer, and sends Philip out of the ring; the fans are puzzled and disappointed, but quickly turn their attention to the ring as the match gets underway.

Bell Rings.

The three women are not sure whether to engage with one another, or investigate the unusual fixtures which are placed at the four corners of the ring. Sakina, never having been the sort to favour gimmicks over good old wrestling skill, makes her move and locks up with Paris. As the pair grapple, Alexis, who is really not that much of a wrestler, moves to the corner and takes hold of one of the shower heads. She discovers that it is attached to an extendable hose, and has a trigger attached at the top; creeping close to her opponents, she takes aim, and then presses the button. At once a powerful stream of water is unleashed, and judging by Sakina and Paris’ cries, it’s not all that warm, either; Alexis giggles, but her amusement is cut short when both Paris and Sakina turn their attention on to her, and send her flying on to her back. The mat is now wet all over, and squelches when Alexis lands; Paris makes a cover, but Sakina pulls her away well before the 2 count. Paris gets back up and responds by suplexing Sakina, and then sees that she’s close to one of the smaller metal attachments. Like the shower head, it’s on an extendable tube and has a trigger. As Paris is investigating this, a scream catches her attention; Sakina has placed the unfortunate Alexis into her Butterfly lock with scissors, and Alexis already looks close to tapping out. With little time available, Paris presses the trigger and points the hose at the other two women; instead of water, it dispenses a thick soapy substance – shampoo. The men in the audience have eyes like dinner plates as the scantily clad ladies struggle and slip about in the goo; the lubricating effect of the haircare product allows Alexis to squirm free, and Paris breathes a sigh of relief.

The mix of water and soap creates a third substance; a copious amount of bubbles, and as the women move around on the mat, the ring floor gets covered in them. Alexis gets a breather as the bubbles hide her from Sakina and Paris, who are equally happy to take one another on; the bubbles only multiply as Sakina takes a run across the ring, and pulls off a beautiful running Enziguri on Paris, with a lovely rainbow effect from all the spotlights bouncing off of the bubbles. Sakina pins, and the referee drops for the count – but then realizes that he can’t actually see if the pin is good or not. The confusion only increases as Alexis dives on the ref, thinking he’s one of the other women, and the crowd roars with laughter; Sakina gets up, puts her hands on her hips, and decides that she needs to do something to improve conditions. She takes hold of one of the shower heads, and lets rip, hosing down everyone and everything; fortunately the liners around the ring catch all the water, and Sakina even takes her revenge on a clutch of wolf – whistling guys by pointing the shower head at them and proving that men shriek under an unexpected cold shower just as much as women do. Her little trick has a further consequence though – Paris moves in behind her, and executes a german suplex bridging into a pin. Sakina just barely escapes before the 3 count, and Paris attacks again, full of confidence – but she doesn’t see that Alexis has spread just a small amount of soap in her path. Paris slips up and lands on her back, and Alexis eagerly covers – but Sakina pulls her away, and makes the crowd react loudly by slamming her down and performing the Morning Glory (moonsault leg drop) from the top rope. he pair are close to the edge of the ring, however, and just before the count hits 3, Paris rushes forward and shoves Sakina off of Alexis and right out of the ring. There’s a splash as Sakina lands in the water reservoir, and Paris pulls Alexis away from the danger zone before pinning herself. Alexis is still out from the Morning Glory, and Paris doesn’t have to do anything else to secure the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner…. Paris Summers!

”All American Girl” plays, and Paris happily accepts the cheers of the crowd, who applaud all 3 women for their part in the match. Philip distributes towels to the ladies as the show cuts to a commercial.

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Segment: Impressive (Credit: Madison)

The scene opens to the Backstage Area of the ACW Arena, where the lights shine just as bright as on the stage. For the most part it's deserted, except for the occasional Show Technician walking by. On screen we see the face of ACW Reporter, Kevin Anderson, dressed in a usual Business-type Attire, with Microphone in hand.

Kevin Anderson: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight, I'm here with one of ACW's New Superstars, C.P. Madison.

The camera zooms out to see the English Wrestler standing next to him, dressed in his Wrestling Attire and a black ACW T-Shirt. The Crowd gives a small pop for the new Wrestler as he gives a small wave to the Camera.

C.P.: 'ello.

Kevin: C.P., on September 19th, you made an impressive debut against Felix Santana, Jr.-

C.P.: Yes, and I beat the Photographer Son of a Rapist.

Kevin is somewhat taken back by C.P.'s comment, while C.P. just grins.

C.P.: Oh, continue.

Kevin: And now your second match is against a member of the Armada, Jearus. Do you have a strategy for tonight against him?

C.P. responds by his eyes going wide in surprise.

C.P.: Wait wait wait....Are you saying I'm going to wrestle Lord and Savior, Jesus H. Christ?

Kevin looks at C.P. like he was crazy.

Kevin: What? No! I said Jearus. JEE-RUS.

C.P.: .....Oh, Jee-RUS.....Okay.

Kevin sighs as the Crowd can be heard laughing and C.P. comment.

C.P.: Well, I've seen some matches with Kudo and Fallen Souls, so Jearus had to do something in order to hang with them. So, I'm expecting some skilled wrestling.

Kevin: Are you afraid of the Armada coming into play in your match?

C.P.: Not at all. I'm not a part of the Untouchables, so why should they have to interfere? Because Jearus sucks and he needs help? He can't be worse than Joboo.

Kevin shoots a confused look at C.P. and his answer.

Kevin: Who?

C.P. raises an eyebrow at Kevin.

C.P.: Y'know, Joboo? Major League? If you steal his Rum you get owned?

Kevin's expression is blank.

C.P.: Wow, Anderson. I'm British and I know my American Movies...Can't say the same about you, I guess. Regardless, I'm not worried about interference and stuff like that.....

C.P. strokes his chin in thought.

C.P.: One thing I AM worried about though...

Kevin: What's that?

C.P.: .....Tell me, Kevin, what did you call my debut match in ACW, again?

Kevin: ...Uhm...."Impressive"?

C.P.: Yes. "Impressive"........Well, IMpressive to me means there's room for IMprovement. It ain't good enough. See, It was after one Victory Slam and a Boston Crab, Felix was tapping out. The Boston Crab may hurt, but c'mon......When was the last time you saw somebody tap out to the Boston freaking Crab?

Kevin thinks for a moment, Before opening his mouth to speak.

C.P.: Walls of Jericho doesn't count.

Kevin closes his mouth.

C.P.: You see? No offense to him, but Felix....He was small time. All I could get from him was "Impressive". But tonight, when I go out there to face Jearus, I plan on being more than "Impressive".....Jearus, I've never seen you. Your matches, your Armada....I don't even know what you look like. But tonight, I'm gonna go out there and do something more than "Impressive". Tonight may not be an Em-Oh-Tee-Why-See, but it's the beginning of my Match of the Year Candidates.....And maybe more, to come. Impressive? That's what I'm worried about.

Kevin: Thank you C.P.

Kevin turns to the Camera.

Kevin: That was C.P. Madison on his match against Jearus tonight. This is Kevin Anderson...Signing Off.

The scene fades out.....

C.P.: Seriously, Anderson. You've never seen Major League??

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Segment: Change of Plans (Credit: Latino)

The camera shot opens up to Fallen Souls as he’s getting ready for his match later on. He finishes a stretch and then a shadow creeps up and now starts to cover part of him as he looks up wondering who it is. Fallen looks up with a smirk and grabs his title as he stands up straight. The camera zooms back as it reveals Latino is the one standing face to face with the Light-Heavyweight Champion.

Fallen Souls: Well what is it? What, are you here to get that shot at this? (Pats Title on the shoulder)

Latino: Oh no you see I can wait for that title shot, but I came here to tell you something. Yo-

Fallen Souls: And what would that be my Hispanic friend?

Latino: Well you know how I want that title shot very much. So-

Fallen Souls: And why is that? Why do you want this prestigious title so much?

Latino: If you can let me finish a sentence maybe you’ll find out. Anyways I’ll leave my explanation for later. The news I have for you will be very, very interesting. You see I just came from out jefe’s office and after a little pleading and making a nice agreement with El Jefe, Ginger, and he’s changed your match for tonight. You see instead of this ladder match being for that great title of yours it’ll be for a different reward.

Fallen Souls: Wait what!? What deal? What the hell is this reward?

Latino: Calmase chico. That reward is a surprise for the winner of the match. Let’s call your match a Random Reward Ladder Match. So it could be a World Title shot or just some ticket dinners at Denny’s. I don’t know. The only thing that I do know is that tonight that title will not be leaving your waist and that means my title shot that I will get is still mine. So you go enjoy your match and I’ll be right here waiting for you, perhaps to congratulate you?

Latino begins to walk away but Fallen Souls is definitely not done with the conversation. He holds on his title and then runs towards Latino. He gets in front of him and pushes Latino back.

Fallen Souls: What about your deal? What deal did you make with Ginger? A title shot?

Latino: Heh, no I don’t need any title shots except one as you already know. My deal I made with him I’ll reveal when I’m ready. So if I were you I’d keep getting ready for that match. Adios chico.

Latino walks away as the camera centers in on Fallen Souls. He looks at his title and then back at Latino still trying to piece together what just happened. The scene fades to black as he turns around wondering what could be up next for him.

Fade to Black.

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Match 2: Kurt Ashmore vs. Austin McLane

The crowd is ready for more action, and so everyone settles quickly as they see Philip take up his mic once again.

Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall…. introducing first, from Calos, California…. Austin McLane!

Austin’s theme plays, and the fans give a reasonable reception to him as he walks down to the ring. Austin checks his boots, and finishes his warm up as Philip continues.

Philip: And his opponent, from Olympia WA… please welcome Kurt Ashmore!

Metalingus” plays, and the enigmatic Kurt appears in front of an intrigued crowd. He has a very focused expression, and seems not to notice the fans much at all as he gets to the ring; he enters, and just walks back and forth, watching Austin. The referee completes his checks, and gives the all clear to the timekeeper.

Bell Rings.

Kurt’s expression hasn’t changed one bit since he entered the arena; he stares with cold eyes at Austin, as if regarding something a little less than human. Austin, meanwhile, isn’t about to be rattled by his opponent’s apparent mental conflict, and just gestures to him with a hand in the time – honoured “come and have a go” fashion. Kurt obliges, and the pair tie up; they are reasonably well matched in terms of raw power, and the lock up endures for several seconds until Austin kicks Kurt in the right knee a few times, putting him slightly off balance and enabling Austin to complete a neat suplex. The two are on their feet again without delay, and Kurt returns the compliment with a few stiff knee kicks of his own until Austin breaks it up by whipping his foe to the ropes. Kurt rebounds, and a classic confrontation ensues, which Austin wins by lifting Kurt into a powerful spinebuster and going for the first pin attempt of the match. The count doesn’t quite hit the 2 mark, and if anything Kurt’s mood just gets darker as he forcibly shoves Austin off of him and gets back on his feet. His strikes now have twice the fire, and Austin struggles to stay on his feet under the onslaught until Kurt kicks him in the midsection and then takes a leap from the nearby ropes to deliver a double Ax handle. Austin stumbles, and Kurt manages to bring him down with a Samoan drop, making the pin straight away. The ref is on the ball, and Kurt earns himself a solid 2 count before Austin kicks free. The fans are divided over which of these two fresh talents to side with, and chants for both men can be heard echoing around the arena as they pull themselves to their feet and stare one another down, each looking for some weak point in their opponent to exploit.

The standoff doesn’t last long; Austin makes the first move, and makes a grab for Kurt, who jumps back, seemingly not keen to tie up with his foe this time. This only persuades Austin further that he’s found the right pressure point, and he comes after Kurt more persistently, so much so that Kurt is forced right up against the ropes. Here, however, is exactly where Kurt wants to be; he springboards into a Hurracanrana…. But Austin catches him, and adds extra impact to his counter by dropping Kurt over the top rope to the outside. There is a thud as Kurt lands, and Austin’s supporters cheer as he paces around the ring, holding his arms up in a display of defiance. Kurt, however, isn’t put off; he moves stealthily around the ring, and then rapidly ascends the turnbuckle which is out of Austin’s line of sight. Everyone expects a blind attack – but instead, Kurt yells at Austin, who whirls around and is shocked to see Kurt there. Without thinking, Austin rushes to the corner – and as he comes in range, Kurt drops off of the turnbuckle and dropkicks Austin in the face. Austin is laid out on the mat, and Kurt signals for the Ashmore Jam (flying leg drop) which he performs with consummate grace. Austin, however, has enough sense to try and get out of the way, and the result is only a partial connection which gets Kurt a count of 2.5 before Austin gets a leg on the bottom rope. The momentum, however, is still with Kurt, and as he promised he signals for the Free Spirit; Austin isn’t quite quick enough to respond as he gets back on his feet, and the move connects this time without question. Austin falls, and has no reply as Kurt pins for the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner…. Kurt Ashmore!

It’s been a concise and convincing demonstration of Kurt Ashmore’s potential, and the fans applaud Kurt as he rises to his feet and has his hand raised by the referee. Austin rolls out of the ring; he looks disappointed at the loss, but he’ll have chances to bounce back, and the future for both men shows considerable promise as the show cuts to a break.

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Segment: Welcome to my world (Credit: BK)

As we fade in from commercial the crowd is electric and beginning to anticipate the next thing to happen on this so far crazy ACW night. Just then the crowd is hit by the sounds of "Diamonds" by Kanye West blaring though the PA System. The crowd begins to dive into a frenzy of boos as BK London struts through the curtain onto the stage in a fresh and crisp $500 suit with another pair of his dark sunglasses. He begins to make his way down the ramp slowly and looks at the crowd from side to side and simply brushes off the boos before hopping on the apron. He enters the ring and the lights begin to return to normal and the boos continue to be as loud as ever. BK removes the sunglasses from his eyes and he grabs the mic from Philip.

BK looks around and then realizes that he isn't carrying his International Championship, something that he usually isn't seen without. He snaps his fingers and in and instant a woman begins running down to the ring from the curtains with the International Title in hand. As the camera gets a closer look it looks to be former ACW Diva, Dixie. She hops into the ring and places the title over the shoulder of BK and quickly fades back into non-existence.

BK: What? A champion of my caliber shouldn't be straining himself carrying his International Championship around all over. I am the freakin' International Champion, you know what that means? Of course you people don't know...all you people care about are your MTV..and your Britney Spears...and all of the other mainstream crap that is diminishing whatever braincells you have. What it means is that overseas, across nations, across continents, my fame, my stardom transcends all boundaries and I am world renowned.

The crowd begins to boo the International Champion and BK doesn't look too happy.

BK: Shut the hell up! I don't come to your job at the local restaurant or nursing home and begin booing you do I?! Have some freakin' respect!

Even more booing ensues and chants of "Asshole" begins emerging from the crowd. BK stands in the ring and he places his sunglasses inside his pocket on his jacket and begins to flip off the crowd which gains more heat.

BK: You know what? I don't have to take this. You sons of bitches are the most disrespectful people I have ever seen and if you don't have enough respect for your International Champion, then maybe I should just get out of here.

The crowd gives that a huge pop and BK walks towards the ropes and steps through with one leg and stops. He looks up and then steps back into the ring to the crowd's disappointment, he steps back out and the crowd cheers, and then steps back in and they boo. BK continues to play towards the crowd and laughs as he steps back into the ring.

BK: You know, I didn't think it was possible but you country yokels are as dumb as you look. But I came out here tonight to talk about one person and one person only, and that’s Kudo Yasuda.

A mixed reaction emerges from the crowd, some boo him for his heelish ways and others cheer in spite against BK.

BK: *chuckles* Yes, Mr. Yasuda. MISTER K.O. Thinks he's a tough guy, wants to hit a new plateau in ACW because apparently all the midcarders have become victims of his Yakuza Knee strike...pfft. I've seen this same act a million times, a superstar who thinks they are the next big thing, can talk a big mess...wants to use me as their stepping stone. Yes, I've said this thousands of times over and over again and I will continue saying it until every superstar in the back gets it through their thick skulls. Mr. Yasuda, Kudo if I may, if you play with fire little boy....you will get burned.

BK adjusts the title on his shoulder and now begins to walk around the ring.

BK: About a few weeks ago I managed to tune into one of RDK's many energetic sermons which all of you manage to eat up. He seems to have a list of all the superstars he has beaten and who is left to conquer. Kudo, unlike you my track record is amazing...I mean your biggest win is against RDK and I have slain that giant multiple times. Most of the good, if you can call them good, Untouchables have fallen to my feet on more than one occasion, I've defeated Hunter, Senator, Yoko Satoshi, Rena, Latino, AK, Skurai, Angelo...hell, not only did I defeat Angelo-- I freakin' killed his career. He's over standing in the unemployment line after I whooped his ass for this very belt. So what makes you think, YOU out of all people, think that you can be the one who brings me down.

The camera begins to close in closer and closer to the face of BK London and even the sweat dripping down his face can be seen.

BK: Kudo, you want to play with the big boys...Ok...you can play. In this ring, you are in MY world, You play by my rules, and like everyone who I stated a few seconds ago...you will learn the hard way not to mess with The Boy Wondah! The Headlinah! Showstoppah! and Main Eventah! B-K London!

"Diamonds" by Kanye West hits and BK London places on his sunglasses and steps out of the ring and muttering is only heard by the crowd. Could BK London actually beat this hot and up and coming star? or can Kudo actually topple this huge superstar, the heelish smirk as BK London walks up the ramp tells the whole story....

Fade Out.

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Match 3: C. P. Madison vs. Jearus (Credit: Latino)

Match 3 approaches, and Philip is once again on hand to do the honours.

Phillip: This next match is scheduled one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first from Blackpool, England and weighing in at 226 lbs….C.P. Madison!

"Flesh Into Gear" by CKY starts to play as Madison comes out to the cheering crowd. He slaps hands with a few fans as he walks down to the ring. He grabs a hold of the ropes and climbs on the apron and slides into the ring between the middle ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm as the crowd give out a loud pop for Madison. As he jumps down his opponent for the night is announced.

Phillip: And his opponent part of the R-3 Armada weighing in at 195 lbs…Jearus!

Jearus comes out to a "Missile Stage" pyro, but only one projectile hits at the entrance. As the smoke clears, Jearus is seen standing at the entrance and he immediately runs and head first slides into the ring Jearus quickly pops up as he gains leverage and then turns staring directly at Madison. From there, its get ready for the match.

* The Bell Rings *

The match starts out quick as Madison doesn’t waste any time and gives him a running lariat. Jearus gets taken down by the impact of the move and Madison rolls and as he grabs Jearus’ leg and rolls him over as he expertly applies the half-leg Boston Crab. Jearus starts pressing against the ring trying to lift himself and at the same time Madison keeps applying more and more pressure. Jearus struggles to lift up and then quickly performs a roll sending Madison on his back. Jearus rolls onto his and bounces off the ropes. As he comes off Madison springs back with a second lariat this time knocking Jearus out of the ring as he falls between the ropes. The fans give out a nice pop for C. P. stands on the second rope pointing down at Jearus. He yells out to the fans and raises his arm as they keep cheering their heads off.

The Referee starts counting as Jearus rolls on the outside and grabs onto the apron. Madison, now with a rush full of adrenaline, runs back into the ropes and bounces off. He runs across the ring and directly towards the turnbuckle. C. P. runs up in one fluid motion and then dives off with a missile dropkick. Jearus flies off to the side and Madison hits the hard mats with great impact. The fans start to chant “Madison! Madison! Madison!” The Referee restarts his count back to one as both men are laid out along the outside.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Madison and Jearus both start to get up as the word “FOUR”echoes throughout the arena. Madison walks over to Jearus and gives him a kick to the shin. C. P. tries for a spinning toe hold but Jearus escapes early on and gives Madison an elbow to the jaw. Jearus quickly grabs Madison as he hears “SIX”and rams C. P. into the apron and then rolls him back inside the ring. Jearus climbs the apron and then the turnbuckle from the outside. He yells out to a few fans and then jumps off with a flying elbow drop landing it perfectly onto Madison. He quickly hooks the leg for the pin. The Referee slides onto the mat and slaps his hand onto the ring.


ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by C. P. as the fans stand up with another pop and yell out “Twooooooooooooo!” Jearus looks at the Referee with a huge surprised look on his face. He gets up and starts yelling at him as Madison starts to get up. He comes up from behind Jearus and goes for a release German Suplex. Jearus flips over and with great agility lands on his feet. As Madison gets up Jearus quickly takes him out with an Enzigiri and then lands on his feet. Madison is dazed for a few seconds and Jearus performs another Enzigiri again landing on his feet. The clap is heard and Jearus jumps with a pincer kick. Madison falls down onto the mat from the repeated attacks to the head and Jearus lunges for another cover.


ONE!


TWO!

THREE!

Phillip: Here is your winner…. Jearus!

Jearus quickly rolls out of the ring as it’s clear Madison is not happy over what just occurred. The fans are booing loudly and a few throw random garbage at Jearus as he ducks a few and heads out. Back in ring C. P. Madison is still not happy with how the match ended. The fans start cheering more for him as starts to leave the ring and the show cuts to commercial.

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Segment: Livid (Credit: Hitman of the Gods)

Twice has he succumbed to that deadly move. Hitman has lost twice in a row to Kudo and words cannot describe how angry he feels.

We cut to the arena as "I Love It Loud" by KISS plays and the fans leap to their feet as they see Hitman of the Gods walking down to the ring with his guardian angel, XS3, following him. Hitman does not look pleased as XS3 high-fives some fans. Hitman and XS3 get into the ring and Hitman has a mic. XS3 leans on the top rope as his client speaks.

Hitman: "I admit... I'm not in the most agreeable of moods. And I'll tell you why! I was this close… THIS close to getting my hands on the World Title!”

Hitman then rips out some of his hair while XS3 looks on.

Hitman: "I put everything into that match! But it just wasn’t enough..

XS3 is silent. Never has he seen his client, no, his friend this upset. Hitman is now seen on both knees.

Hitman: "This won’t be the end…. I don't care what I have to do to get another shot! I will destroy whoever stands in my way, and move on with my guardian angel until I finally get my chance to shine!"

XS3 then gets off the top rope and gets a mic and speaks.

XS3: "Hitman, I know you're upset right now but what YOU need to focus on is YOU. You're not going to get anywhere by beating yourself up.. Concentrate on your match with BK London tonight."

The crowd boos at the mention of BK London as Hitman takes control of the situation once more.

Hitman: "You're right. Y'know, ever since I joined the ACW, I have been cheered by you, the fans. Words can't describe how much I respect you guys. I thank you from the bottom of my heart and BK London..."

Hitman looks around at the crowd and gets them and XS3 to join in.

Everyone: "YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE GODS!!!"

Hitman and XS3 then slide out of the ring and they walk up the ramp, discussing Hitman's strategy. It appears that whatever anger Hitman had in him, it's gone for now...

END SCENE

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Match 4: Gauntlet Match
NBK vs Duo Kino, Ace, Falk Tallin

Up next is one of ACW’s famed Gauntlet matches, a contest which has the potential to both make and break those engaging in it. Philip has all the details.

Philip: This is a four man gauntlet match… participants can be eliminated either by pinfall, submission or countout and the last man standing wins. Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, he is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions… the Natural Born Killer, Lex De LaRocha!

”Natural Born Killa” booms into the arena, and NBK comes out oozing confidence. He struts down to the ring, and simply laughs at the crowd’s booing, showing off his toned frame to all the ladies present.

Philip: And his opponent, from Orlando Florida and currently residing in Culver City, CA…. the Red Star, Duo Kino!

”Ride on Shooting Star” plays, and Duo gets a big pop from the fans as he comes out; he runs down to the ring, bursting with energy, and gets up on a couple of the turnbuckles before returning to the centre of the ring. The ref reminds the pair of the rules, and then gives his approval to the timekeeper for the match to start.

Bell rings.

NBK looks Duo up and down; he wears an arrogant smile, and then looks around him as if to say, “is this really the guy you want me to fight?” Duo raises an eyebrow, and then lets his body do the talking; he throws himself against the ropes, and clotheslines NBK down. Lex springs back to his feet, looking seriously annoyed; Duo now has his full attention, and NBK takes revenge at once with a HHH – style knee smash. Duo reels back, and NBK presses his advantage, battering his foe back into the corner and then moves around so that he can produce a reverse powerbomb straight onto the turnbuckle itself. The crowd shudders a little at the impact; NBK starts to pull Duo toward the next of the four corners, but Duo recognizes the danger, and thrashes around until NBK is forced to release him. Given that the fans aren’t all that keen on NBK, they start to chant for the Red Star, and Duo takes heart from their encouragement; he smashes NBK with a couple of European Uppercuts, and then holds his arm up as NBK staggers, stalking his foe and signaling for a big move. The crowd pops as Duo delivers a spear, and then jumps right up again to go for the Star Buster (Muscle Buster); it hits, but as Duo pins, NBK gets his arm up at the 2 count and rakes Duo across the eyes for good measure. Taken by surprise, Duo is unable to prevent NBK from getting to his feet first, and NBK gathers up Duo to execute the Hail to the King with great force. There’s no way for Duo to protect himself, and NBK makes the pin without delay to secure the 1,2,3.

Philip: Duo Kino has been eliminated! Now approaching the ring, opponent no. 2, from Woodstock, New Brunswick….. the man without fear, Ace!

”Man without Fear” hits, and Ace gets a decent pop as he rushes out of the back; he slides into the ring just as Duo rolls out, and the bell sounds to let things commence without any delay.

Ace is no fool, and he knows that he’s got to make a strong start before NBK can recover significantly from the first round. He launches into a fierce barrage of forearms and kicks that force even the super – confident NBK to adopt a defensive position. The crowd cheers, and they just get louder when the camera catches NBK scowling at them; their support, however, can’t soften the sledgehammer – like impact of NBK’s triple clothesline, and by the time NBK finally releases Ace, Ace is looking decidedly shaky on his feet. NBK prepares for a Pounce, but as he rises into it, Ace doges at the last second, and then hits NBK with a rapid german suplex. Ace holds on and tries to string the move into a chained version, but on the second lift NBK resists, and then elbows his way free. Reacting quickly, Ace whips NBK into the ropes, and then delivers a huge belly to belly suplex utilizing his foe’s momentum; he goes for a cover, but only gets a count of 1.5 for his trouble. Even so, NBK looks a little dizzy from the move, and Ace is encouraged to try it a second time; he whips his foe without difficultly, but this time on the rebound NBK springs his trap to hit Ace with a lightning pounce, and this time the move is successful. NBK “prowls” a little around his opponent, drawing more boos from the fans, before making the pin; he gets a 2 count from it, and can sense that Ace is starting to fade a little. NBK knows he can’t let Ace get a second wind, and so pulls him back up to his feet – but Ace isn’t ready to give in, and the fans cheer in surprise as Ace boots NBK in the gut, and then executes his “Falling from Grace” (Blue Thunder Driver). Ace dives into the cover – and NBK grabs him as he lands, and rolls over, rolling him up! The fans are stunned, and the ref has already counted the 3 before Ace can summon enough strength to break free of NBK’s lion-like grip.

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Philip: Wow! There’s the second fall, and Ace is eliminated! Which means, now approaching the ring, the third and final opponent…. From Toronto Ontario, Falk Tallin!

”Not Listening” by Papa Roach blasts into the arena, and Tallin walks calmly down to the ring. He steps up to the apron and into the ring, and just gives NBK a simple glance, giving absolutely nothing away. The referee calls for the bell.

NBK pulls himself up to his full height, making himself as intimidating as possible; he’s dealt with both his previous opponents without any significant problems, but the lactic acid in his muscles is quietly telling him that he can’t afford to be too liberal with high – energy moves. He and Tallin circle; Tallin’s approach is quite different to that of his gauntlet compatriots, and he makes no attempt to initiate an attack on his foe. After about 30 seconds of this, NBK’s patience is exhausted, and he makes a sudden run at Tallin, who responds with an arm drag. NBK though keeps hold of Tallin, and chains on an arm drag of his own. Both men pick themselves up; Tallin gives a small nod, and then commits fully to the match, storming forward with a string of chops to the chest. NBK sends forward some blows of his own, and for a good two to three minutes, the pair are closely matched, each firing off suplexes and slams in various styles and trying to wear one another down. As the time draws on, NBK starts to realize that he stands little chance of winning from this position – for every strike he inflicts on Tallin, he seems to take one in return, and with his reserves of energy already being tested, this isn’t a sequence that he can hope to maintain until Tallin is exhausted. A completely different technique is required, and NBK smiles briefly as it becomes clear to him what he must do; as Tallin grapples, looking for another power move, NBK abruptly breaks and steps behind Tallin, and locks in the Lion’s maul. The fans shout, urging Tallin to resist… but Tallin’s own careful positioning for his foe in the centre of the ring now critically counts against him, and he is unable to reach the ropes or break out of NBK’s expertly applied hold. After almost a minute of pain, Tallin has to admit defeat and tap out, and the bell rings as the gauntlet reaches its conclusion.

Philip: That’s it… the winner of this gauntlet match, the Natural Born Killer, Lex De LaRocha!

”Natural Born Killa” plays again, and NBK takes back his tag belt, parading it around the ring and showing off his muscular physique. The fans boo his arrogance, but all have to admit that the White Lion has produced a formidable display tonight, cementing his position as one of ACW’s strongest rising stars.

Fade out to a “Don’t try this at home, idiots!” commercial.

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Segment: Misunderstanding? (Credit: Artemis)

In a brightly-lit backstage corridor, the newest addition to the ACW roster leaned comfortably against a crudely painted wall, listening to an i-Pod. Neck bowed and eyes closed; Artemis was in a deep state of meditation. A cry of greeting broke his silent reverie. Looking up and removing the two small white earphones, Artemis smiled kindly to Paris Summers, ACW’s resident beauty queen.

Paris: Hey, you’re the new guy, right?

It was obvious from the way she stared that she liked what she saw. Artemis nodded in confirmation, a bit embarrassed from the looks she was giving him. He glanced sideways, hoping to see a way out.

Paris: Damn! The scenery around here has improved 200 percent! Where’d you get that body?

Artemis stared at her. He was 138 pounds.

Artemis: Er…lots of hard work.

Paris: I _love_ skinny dudes!

She leaned in closer to him, running a hand down his abs.

Paris: A six pack! Let me see--

Before Artemis could protest and give a long commentary on the double standard on men relating to sexual harassment, someone interrupted their conversation, to his immense relief. His happiness extinguished immediately when he heard _his_ voice.

Santana: Three days in ACW and you’ve already scored with Paris Summers? Don’t be too proud of yourself, almost every guy here has taken her out for a spin.

Artemis rolled his eyes, but Paris gave a hurt cry and stalked off the screen in a huff, deeply offended.

Artemis: Look, Santana--

Santana: No, you look. I’m ACW’s finest man here. You just can’t go around bangin’ the chicks ‘round here without my consent.

Artemis: I’m sorry, I didn’t realize they were your property.

It was a testament to Felix’s stupidity that it took him over ten seconds to realize Artemis was being sarcastic.

Santana: Yea that’s right smart mouth. They _are_ my property. So why don’t you go back to the crap hole you sprang from, buddy.

Artemis rubbed his temples, as if suffering from a headache. As a matter of fact, he was.

Artemis: Felix, this animosity is baseless. There’s something you should know--

Santana: Shut the hell up Arty or whatever you call yourself! Your ass is mine next Warfare! I’ll prove to you and the rest of the world that all the girls here wanna get with me!

He too left in a huff. Artemis stared after him, a look of pure incredulity on his face. Shrugging, he inserted his earphones and turned up the music on his i-Pod before leaving the corridor as well.

End.

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Segment: Revolution (Credit: ??)

The crowd is hyped up and just then the lights of the arena go out. There is chatter among the crowd as they wonder what's wrong.

McNally: What's going on here?

Edison: I don’t’ know, seems like our lights have gone out but I don’t think we've lost total power.

Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen we are experiencing some technica--

The alphatron comes to life, interrupting Philip as the crowd talks among themselves about the alphatron which now reads:

IT'S TIME FOR A REVOLUTION


Edison: What the?

As the crowd chatters wondering what this could mean the scene fades to a commercial.

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Segment: Title Jeopardy (Credit: RDK)

Once we are back the alphatron lights up again, and we see RDK being hauled into an abandoned house by the Mystery Men, it is indeed dark outside at this time, so nobody seems to be around. The men take RDK out of the sack and tie him up before taking him downstairs to the basement. Inside it is dark and cool, a light is turned on and a man wearing a hood is shown on a big leather chair. He cracks his neck before crossing his leg. He then gestures to one of the mystery men, and signals that he desires his cane. The mystery man hands the man his cane. He uses it to rise to his feet and begin to goose step around the basement, circling the now somewhat conscious RDK, who is just awaking from his chemical induced sleep. The man begins to speak in somewhat of a tune, and a mystery man gets on a dusty piano while two others pull some violins out of nowhere. The fourth one snaps his fingers as the man begins to act snide...

Hooded Man: "Well, well, well, what have we here? Macho Man, huh? Oh, I'm really scared!
Here’s the champ everybody's talkin' about! Ha, ha ha!"[/b]

The man twirls his cane around and looks over to then mystery man snapping his fingers, the mystery man chuckles as the hooded man looks back at RDK who sits on the floor, still tied up as he twirls his head around, dizzy...


Valmont: "You're jokin', you're jokin'! I can't believe my eyes! You're jokin' me, you gotta be! This can't be the right guy! He's ignorant! He's ugly! I don't know which is worse! I might just split a seam now, If I don't die laughing first!"[/color]

The mystery man begins to snap both fingers and the piano goes into a deeper tune...Then the man takes off his hood and RDK is immediately startled and totally awake as he realises who it is...The man begins to parade around the room full of confidence...

Valmont: "When Mr. Valmont Kanyon says there's trouble close at hand! You'd better pay attention now! Because you’re in NO position to stand! And if you aren't worried, there's something very wrong! 'Cause this may be the last time now, that you hear a decent song!"[/color]

Valmont twirls around as the four mystery men go side by side by him and begin to join in vocally...

Mystery Men: "Ohhh!!!!"

Valmont: "WHOAH!!!"[/color]

Mystery Men: "Ohhh!!!"

Valmont: "Ohhh!"

Mystery Men: "Ohhh! He's Mr. Valmont J. Kanyon!"

RDK is so angered and confused by this he just responds back...

Randy: Release me now or you must face the macho consequences! My brudahs are expecting me, so please don't be a jabroni and come to your senses!

Valmont halts his goose stepping parade for a second and looks at RDK...then begins to chuckle before continuing his song....

Valmont: "You're jokin', you're jokin'! I can't believe my ears! Would someone shut my child up! He's drownin' in his tears! It's funny, I'm laughing! You really are too much! And now, with your permission, your reputation will be mine and such!"

Randy realizes he still has his ACW title with him by chance, barely dangling off his shoulder. He uses his head to keep it on his shoulder proper....he fears the worst....

Randy: What are you going to do?

Valmont: "I'm gonna do the best I can!"[/b]

The song stops as all four mystery men cease their musical recreation and advance towards RDK. They, with little effort, take RDK's title from him. They then hand it over to Valmont, who strokes it before sitting back in his leather chair...

Valmont: Ah, that injury did quite the damage to me Randy, but I was able to make a full recovery! Your lucky your friend Ridley isn't around anymore, or it'd be both of you here....

All four mystery men crack their knuckles and then simultaneously slam their left fists into their right hands...Valmont puts the title over his shoulder and RDK, angry, stares Valmont in the eyes...

Randy: Bru--father! What do you want!? I thought we settled our dilemna! Why do you come back to make me miserable?

Valmont takes the title and puts it on a metal anvil. He then points out another anvil being held by chains on the ceiling above the anvil with the title on it...

Valmont: Soon as I was out of injury, I thought fuck it, leave him alone...but then I continued to watch, and realized that a number of things had changed since my departure...your friend Ridley was gone and you had achieved the ACW title...Randy, that is not acceptable. I cannot stand by while you succeed! You have betrayed me, and I still have not got my revenge, and even though I considered leaving you alone before, I realize now that I cannot die peacefully until I know that you lie before me unsuccessful and without a direction in the world! And if destroying your title is what I have to do...then so be it...

Randy: ---WHAT!?

Valmont: I cannot have you as champion! Soon as they find out that the ACW title has been defiled and broken, they will blame it on you, thus firing and releaving you of your ACW contract and championship!

Randy: BRUDAH NO!

Valmont: Well I'm sorry my son! I really am! But you pushed me to this point! I just brought you here so I could see the look on your face when your dreams and life shatter in an instant! Your only other alternative is for you to surrender your life to me! And redeem yourself perhaps by taking Julien's place by my side! Giving me all your profit you make and letting me be your manager! What do you say Randy? You know, I'll give you time to think, I have a stop watch here, digital. You have one hour to decide what your fate is, and if you can't decide, then we will drop the anvil on your ACW title and your life will be ruined! The chain’s right here RDK...

Valmont grasps the chain that has the power to trigger the anvil's descent

Valmont: And the clock is ticking...so make your choice, you do not have much time....hahahaha....

Fade Out....