Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd November 2005

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd November 2005

ACW Tour: Monterry, Mexico

Schedule of Matches:
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Triple Threat Match
Vladimir vs. The Only Reds Fan vs. Rawt

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No-DQ Handicap Match
Kiley Johnson vs Veronica & Bertha

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Kudo vs. El Rey De La Máscara

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Latino vs. Santiago Rivera

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ACW International Title Match
BK London vs. Mr. Aguila

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Chairman for a Day Battle Royal:

Macho Man RDK
BK London
Hunter
Daredevil
Rena
Jonny Spade
Davey Marvel
Hitman of the Gods
Jake Cheng
Andy Starr
Latino
Rawt
FSX
Santiago Rivera
”Force of Nature” Danny Richards

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

There is a thunderously loud cheer as Meltdown gets underway; the show starts with a quick shot from outside the arena in Monterry, with the red sands of Mexico brilliant in the dying evening sun. Inside, the pyros aren’t quite as large, and the sound system not quite so powerful… but the Mexican fans more than make up for it. Cheering and shouting out, many of them have worked hard to get their hands on tickets for tonight. They’re expecting something special… and boy, are they going to get it.

A slightly scaled down version of the alphatron has been erected on one wall of the arena, and the fans turn to it now as the first backstage scene begins…..

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Cymru Fever (Credit: WCW 98, DD)

The segment opens up in the Untouchables locker room, and in particular a pissed-off Daredevil. He’s looking at a banner, and clearly unimpressed with what it says.

DD: Macho Mania?! MACHO FUCKING MANIA?!?! Who the fuck calls a PPV Macho Mania?!

WCW 98: It’s a disgrace, I know. I mean what kind of a name is Macho Mania? It’s ridicolous, it wouldn’t sell, it-

DD: And most of all, it means that I, Dan ‘Daredevil’ White, don’t get to headline my own Pay Per View.

WCW 98: Oh please, Dan. It’s not like we’re in this business for the spotlight anyways. It’s not like it really matters about the names of PPVs to us.

DD: But think about it. If we got to name the PPV this month, it would have meant that we are the ACW World Champion. Did you ever think of that?

WCW 98: ...yes...yes I did. But it’s besides the point now.

DD: Meh.

He scrumples up the poster, throwing it into the bin nearby.

DD: So if you got the chance to name the PPV, what would you call it?

WCW 98: I don’t really know to be honest. Probably something that represented the Untouchables as a stable. Only I don’t really have any ideas, not like it matters much anyways.

DD: Damn. I still want Cymru Fever to take place.

WCW 98:...What?!

DD: Y’know, Cymru Fever. The Land of the Fathers finally gets some recognition as ACW turns Welsh for one night only. But instead now we have TWO shows that that egomaniac MachoMan gets to gloat over. Not only the PPV but ACW is going on tour to sodding Yellowknife.

WCW 98: Ouch, that’s a pain in the arse.

DD: Agreed. But I swear that in the name of sausage dogs, ACW will have Cymru Fever!

WCW 98 just groans, and DD sits, arms folded and nodding his head in approval as we fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Alliances and Deceptions (Credit: Rawt)

While Mrs.Gelale and Rawt walked to the backstage bar, they were involved in a deep conversation.

Rawt: How do you think my next match will unravel? My first triple threat of the season.

Gelale: Well, now you got not just one opponent to deal with, you got two. So just keep your focus, and don't give up.

Rawt: Well, its a good thing someone has faith in me.

Rawt shoots Gelale a smile as they entered the bar. Rawt and Gelale take a seat at the bar and order a dozen wings and two Coronas. By the time there food and beer were ready, the bar was almost completely empty before the door boomed open by an unknown force, as Vladimir Rasputin entered with pride. All the customers and contestents were staring at Vladimir with wary eyes, as he started to walk towards Rawt and Mrs.Gelale.

Rawt: Welcome Vladimir Rasputin, pleasure to meet you.

Vladimir: Pleasure to meet you to Rawt. And who is this lovely lady?

Gelale: I am Mrs.Gelale to you. I am Rawt's manager and girlfriend.

Vladimir: Ahh, well, pleasure to meet you to. Back to business. I have come here on work purposes only. As you know, we have an upcoming match with The Only Reds Fan, well, I am here to offer you a proposition.

Rawt: Hmm, and what would this proposition be exactly?

Vladimir: Team with me against Red, together we shall rule!

Rawt and Gelale stare at Vladimir with a surprised expression on their faces. There was a short pause before the silence was broken.

Rawt: Well...that is a awkward proposition, but... I will have to decline though.

As the words left Rawt's mouth, Vladimir shard the same expression Gelale and Rawt had when Vladimir proposed the proposition. His eyes wide, mouth dropped open.

Vladimir: You...say no? Why would you say no, a new comer should need the fame!

Gelale: I shall also have to say no, being as I am Rawt's manager, I also have a word in the decision. So I agree with Rawt, there shall be no alliance.

Rawt: We have spoken Vladimir, please leave us in peace.

Rawt and Gelale turned back around to continue eating. Vladimir still standing behind them still in shock. Before again, the door crashed open, only to find The Only Reds Fan. He looked around to locate Vladimir and I, when he saw us, he started his stalky way towards us.

Red: Hello Vladimir, Rawt, and Mrs.Gelale I presume.

Rawt & Vladimir: Hello.

Red: I couldn't help but overhear from one of my sources that you two planned to plot against me? Well I am sorry, but I cannot allow that!

Rawt: Its ok, I declined Vladimir's proposition, no need to worry.

Red: You dare play me like a fool? Feel the wrath of my power!

Just as Red raised his fist in preperation to hit Rawt, but before he could do so, Rawt raised his hand to signal stop. Gelale was scared to death as she sat there beside Rawt.

Rawt: Before you attempt to pummel me, allow me to offer each of you a wing, its the least I could do.

Red: Well...I don't see why not, whats the harm.

Vladimir: Yes, I think I shall have one to, I am hungry on the other hand.

As Red lowered his fist, Rawt turned back to the bar where his dozen wings sat in a bowl. He pulled a small bottle of Satan's Blood out of his pocket swiftly and poored a bit on the wings. Gelale showed a smirk as she looked at Rawt. As Rawt put the bottle back in his pocket, he turned to Red and Vladimir, and offered each of them a wing

Rawt: Bon appetite, be very cautious though, they are very hot.

Red: Pfft, hot foods is my specialty, nothing is ever to hot for me.

Vladimir: Oh come on Rawt, there just wings, they can't hurt you.

Rawt: If you say so...

Red and Vladimir took a big bite of their wings and started to work the meat in their mouths. When they stopped chewing, their faces began to turn to a harsh red and steam started speaming out of their ears as they wailed and screamed of pain.

Red & Vladimir: Oh my god! I can't feel my tounge! I can't feel my ears! I can't feel my lips! I think im dying!!!

Red and Vladimir start running around the bar in circles, wailing their hands in the air. All the customers just look and laugh at them, not bothering to help.

Rawt: I told you both that they were hot!

Red and Vladimir fell to their knees in pain due to the wings. They crawled to Rawt's feet and begged for something to drink, but Rawt just pushed them away. Red and Vladimir collapsed onto the ground, unconcious. The burning sensation was to much for them to handle. Rawt and Gelale paid their bill, and got up to leave, but before they left, Rawt kneeled down beside Red and Vladimir, and pulled out the bottle of Satan's Blood.

Rawt: Next time, you try to involve me in one of your charads, I won't go so easy. I call the shots children, so until you can drink more shots than I call. I shall rule.

Rawt stood up again and looked towards Gelale. Rawt grasped Gelale's hand as they left the bar.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment Name: "Kudos" (Credit: El Rey)

The shot returns to the arena. In the center of the ring, a man wearing a black beret paces about. He walks toward the ring announcer, and demands a microphone. With his request satisfied, he walks back toward the middle of the ring, and begins to speak.

G- ¡¡¡MÉXICO!!! (Translation- Mexico!!!)

The crowd cheers loudly

G- ¡Mi nombre es Gerald Cabeza, y soy de la Ciudad de México, bebé! (Translation- My name is Gerald Cabeza, and I’m from Mexico City, baby!)

The Crowd cheers once again.

G- Y... (Translation- And...)

Gerard fidgets around his earpiece, and frowns.

G- My friends, the company does not want me to speak in Spanish anymore…

The crowd boos

G- Yeah, but that’s what we get with people from lazy America, we ALWAYS have to speak in THEIR language, instead of our SUPERIOR dialect.

Gerald walks towards the ropes, and rests his torso on the top rope.

G- Anyway, the reason why I’m out here, as some of you may already know, is because my client, El Rey de la Máscara, is set to debut tonight, RIGHT HERE IN MEXICO!!!

Once again, the crowd goes for the cheap pop

G- Enough of this dilly dallying around, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU….EL REY DE LA MÁSCARA!!!!!

The lights turn off as soon as Gerald finishes speaking. Miseria Cantare by AFI blasts out of the speakers, as the Alpha-tron turns on. Images of a masked wrestler clad in black and white attire appear on the screen. Various angles of El Rey performing The Apocalypse Bomb and the Lightning Strike are played, as a single spotlight shines on the entrance area. El Rey runs through the black curtain, and rushes straight toward the ring. He then climbs on the turnbuckle, and raises his arms. Miseria Cantare begins to die down, and El Rey back flips off of the turnbuckle, and lands perfectly in the middle of the ring.

E- ¡SOY DE MÉXICO!

G- Now Rey, you know as well as I do that we’re not allowed to speak Spanish anymore...

Gerald looks at the audience

G- I’m sorry, folks, but El Rey doesn’t speak a single word in English. That’s why I’m here. Since I currently live in El Sobrante, California, I speak perfect English…

A man stands up in the crowd

Man- Dude, you live in the “left-overs???”

Gerald rolls his eyes.

G- Yes, my friend, I live in the left-overs…I guess when the Californians found the city, they thought it would be full of white trash…

The crowd starts chanting “GRING-GOES!”

G- Anyway, it seems that Chairman Gingerdude idiotically chose to pair up my main man, El Rey, with a worthless wrestler named... “Kudo…”

Gerald smiles, and El Rey smiles with him.

G- Now, I’m not sure what it means in JAPANESE, but I’ll be damned if hearing that name doesn’t make me hungry...

The crowd begins to chant “KUDOS”

G- Hey vender boy, toss me some kudos over here!

As if on cue, two bars of Kudos brand granola are thrown into the ring. Rey and Gerald simultaneously grab the candy bars, and begin to un-wrap them. Rey walks over to Gerald, and he whispers into Gerald’s ear.

Gerald- What my client would like to say is…

El Rey smiles

Gerald- Congratulations on losing the match…

Both Rey and Gerald extend the kudos bars

Gerald and Rey- Kudos!

As Gerald and Rey bite into the bars, Miseria Cantare by AFI plays through the speakers once again. Both men exit the ring, and walk upstage as the crowd begins to chant “El Rey.” Gerald and Rey both wave to the crowd, before disappearing behind the black curtain.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Triple Threat Match
Vladimir Rasputin vs. The Only Reds Fan vs. Rawt (Credit: Latino)

The crowd can’t wait to see some ACW action up close and personal; Philip gets a warm reception as he steps into the ring.

Phillip: This first match up is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat match! The rules of this match are that three men fight in the ring at the same time and the first competitor to achieve a pinfall is the winner! Introducing first from Irkutsk, Siberia weighing in at 215 lbs….Vladimir Rasputin!

The lights turn to an eerie red color as The Hymn to the Soviet Union blares throughout the arena. Vlad walks out waving the old flag of the Motherland. The fans obviously do not care to see him as they boo loudly and many hold up signs that say “In Russia Matches Lose You” and various forms of “Vladimir Sucks!” As Vladimir walks up the steel steps he plants the flag into a ring post and then finally steps into the ring. Vladimir stands near the ropes where he continues to taunt the Capitalist pigs in the audience and waits for his opponent.

Phillip: And his opponent from Columbus, Ohio weighing in at an even 200 lbs….The Reds Only Fan!

As the Reptile Soundtrack from Mortal Kombat starts to play through the speakers the fans stand up giving out a good pop for the superstars debut match. He raises his arms pointing to his baseball jersey that pays tributes to the Cincinnati Reds. Many fans lean over with the arms extended as far as can go. He climbs the steps and glances over at the USSR Flag, shaking his head he jumps over the ropes to enter the ring. Red climbs the turnbuckle raising his arms to the crowd garnering another pop and cheers from the fans. He jumps down as the final competitor is announced.

Phillip: And the final competitor from Berlin, Germany weighing in 220 lbs….”The Crippler” Rawt!

Another One Bites the Dust by Queen starts to play as Rawt comes out from the backstage. The fans start to boo slightly as he walks down sporting his own jersey, a red silk basketball jersey. He pays no attention to the fans as they yell out various words and obscenities at the debuting superstar. He walks up the steps pointing to both opponents and then steps between the ropes. Not bothering to climb the turnbuckle Rawt motions at the Referee to get the match started.

The Bell Rings.

Just as the bell rings Vladimir comes out of nowhere with a clothesline onto Rawt. He falls back a few steps from the impact but just attacks with a clothesline of his own. Vlad now falls back a few steps and now both stare at one another. Vladimir throws a punch and then another and another. He grabs Rawt’s arm and whips him into the ropes. As he runs across the ring, Red performs a modified enzuiguri on Rawt knocking him down on the mat. He lands on his feet and turns around just in time to get a Cold Snap by Vladimir. Red rolls to the side and Rawt, now back on his feet comes from behind of Vladimir with a forearm to the back. He throws two more forearms as he works to wear down Vladimir. Vladimir gives him an elbow to the torso and then quickly gives him a martial arts kick to the leg. Suddenly a yell from the side is heard as the fans are starting to cheer more and more. Rawt and Vlad look to the side as they see Red is diving off the turnbuckle with a corkscrew moonsault crashing into the both men. All three men fall onto the mat and the fans are now cheering more and more as they chant out “Red! Red! Red! Reds’ Only Fan pushes Vladimir on his back and drapes his arm for the cover. The Referee quickly slides onto the mat as he counts.

ONE!

TWO!

Th- The count is broken by Rawt as he pulls Red away from Vladimir. He gets up shaking off the effects from the moonsault and gives Red a firm kick to the face. Rawt now stands over Vlad as he picks him up displaying his strength. He turns around still holding up Vladimir and then slams him down with a powerslam directly on top of Red. Rawt gets back up and raises both as if to already declare himself the victor. He starts walking around the ring as both of his opponents roll off to the side and start to gain some of their senses back. Vladimir grabs onto the ropes and starts to pull himself back up. Red on a little behind him gets in the corner and uses that as support to stand back up. Rawt runs and bounces off the ropes. Vladimir gets in the middle of the ring as he gets his balance back and Rawt comes right at with the Rawt Shot. Vladimir jumps out of the way landing on the ropes nearest him and Red just comes into view taking the devastating move. Red is slammed deep into the mat and Rawt sits back up on his knees. Vladimir comes from behind with a Capitilist Crusher directed to the back of head. Rawt falls down onto his side and Vladimir lands on his feet. He quickly goes for a cover on Red as he hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THR- Kickout by Red just at the last second as the fans stand up with a big pop, ever increasing as the match goes on. Vladimir pushes Red to the side and yells at the Referee. Rawt comes from behind as he tries to lock on a sleeperhold. Vladimir is trying to fight it off but at the same time Rawt is working his best to lock the move on. They both start to stand up as each one is working to gain control of the situation. The fans are starts to cheer a bit though no one is sure whom they are cheering for. Rawt finally locks in the move and works to apply as much as pressure as he can. Vladimir is trying to fight it off but the effects of the move are starting to settle in on Vladimir as his body starts to lose its energy. Off to the side Red is back on his feet and is once again climbing the turnbuckle. He starts walking the ropes with great balance and then with a slight bounce jumps off with a Springboard Moonsault. Rawt pushes Vladimir in the way and jumps to the side escaping the attack. Bodies collide and Rawt takes advantage and he gets behind Red waiting for him to get back up. The fans are giving out a mixture of cheers and boos. Red gets to his feet and turns around face to face to Rawt. He picks up Red and gets ready to finish off with the Bomb Drop, but before he can do so Red escapes the hold he turns 180 degrees in mid-air pulls off a quick hurricanrana slamming Rawt into the mat. He hooks the leg for the cover and just as the Referee is counting one Vladimir comes up with the Siberian Express. He drops down and hooks the leg from the cover….

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Phillip: Here is your winner….Vladimir Rasputin!

Vladimir quickly rolls out of the ring as he raises his arm to the fans as they continue to boo. He starts backing away smiling at his victory as he looks down at his two opponents. Rawt and Red are both livid over their loss and Rawt doesn’t hesitate to push Red out of anger. The fans start chanting slight for Red as he looks around and quickly throws a punch. Rawt throws one back and the Referee quickly pushes both men away from one another. Rawt is the first one to leave the ring still not pleased with the events that has transpired. The fans are still chanting for Red as he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans.

Cut to commercial.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Viva La London! (Credit: BK)

As the scene opens the Arena is treated to a shot of the landing ramp for an airport nearby to the ACW show location. The engine can still be heard purring in the background as the sun shines down and a slight breeze blows. The camera pans over to the airplane and on the side in big bold letters writes out "BK London", they crowd in the arena begins to boo the International Champion knowing he is going up against their hometown hero, Mr. Aguila tonight. Two men then begin to roll a stairway towards the door of the private jet and it locks on as the door slides open. BK London steps out of the plane and slowly begins to make his way down the steps followed by his spouse, Kiley Johnson. BK takes the last step off the stairway and takes a deep breathe. That deep breathe to the fans dismay is followed by a loud cough and BK hawking a loogie and spitting it on Mexican soil.

BK: Ugh. This place smells like burning rubber and ash trays.

BK continues coughing and then Kiley walks up from behind him and turns around while BK takes out some lysol and begins spraying it in the air.

Kiley: So, how much of our life savings did you shell out on a private jet?

BK: Actually, it wasn't worth one cent. Ashlee Simpson owed me a favor, so the entire Simpson family chipped in and bought me AND customized me a personal jet.

Kiley: Ashlee Simpson? What'd you do for her?

BK: I bought 100,000 copies of her god awful album so she could top the Billboard Charts album.

Kiley: What did you do with 100,000 copies of her CD?

BK: Coasters my dear Kiley, coasters. Anyway, where's that guy with our luggage? Pablo! Oh Pablo!

A small but strong mexican-american citizen steps out of the plane with luggage in both hand and he is struggling, as he makes his way down the steps, sweating and walking carefully and slowly to not drop the luggage.

??: Umm. My name is Paco.

BK: Whatever Picasso, anywhoo..I want you to take our luggage to that big green building over there. You see that big green building over there..yeah in there. And I want you there in 3 minutes since we have some matches coming up soon.

Paco: The building is 7 blocks away!

BK: Then you better get-a-moving amigo, andale! andale!

BK begins to push Paco, rushing him and Paco quickly scurries down the streets across traffic towards the building and a limo rolls around to where BK and Kiley is and they enter, smiling and chuckling as the shot of the black vehicle moving closes the scene.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: ‘Global Excursion’ (Credit: Kudo)

‘Poison’ by Takashi Sorimachi rocks the ACW arena as the thousands of Mexican ACW fans erupt in ovation for one of their favorites, Mr. K.O. Kudo Yasuda.

Maxwell McNally: Just listen to this sold out crowd reaction Eddie!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Indeed! These people are enjoying a rare chance to experience the greatness of ACW live. Why wouldn’t they cheer for all of our great stars?!
Maxwell McNally: Yes, and let’s hope this tour is a successful one so ACW won’t be so rare in Mexico in the future!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: You got that right.

The loud intro guitar riffs of ‘Poison’ continue to roar throughout the arena as the fans anxiously await the Entertainment champion. The man to come out of the back and into view however, is not Kudo, but rather a tan skinned man in a dark suit and brightly colored mask with what appears to be gills/fins stretching out from the sides and top. The fan reaction begins to die down a little bit as they don’t know what’s going on. The fans almost begin to shift into boos, thinking the entire thing is a joke until the man in the fish mask turns to the top of the ramp and begins to hail his arms in that area.

Maxwell McNally: Who is this?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What the hell is going on?
Maxwell McNally: He isn’t a part of the ACW active roster, the Mexican fans want to see Kudo!

Before the fans begin to excessively boo, the man in the fish mask pulls out a mic from his suit pocket and begins talking.

Fish Man: KUUUUUUDDOOOOOOO!!!!!

The lights begin to flash along the beats of ‘Poison’ as finally Kudo makes his way out onto the front of the ramp. The crowd now erupts at the unique entrance and show their appreciation for the man’s talent. Kudo has the Armada flag wrapped around his waist and is sporting black goggles as he makes his way to the apron of the ring. The man in the fish mask pays respect and opens up the ropes for Kudo to get in easier. The fans are still cheering one of the most talented wrestlers to be produced in ACW.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: There’s our man!

The man in the fish mask takes his position politely next to Kudo as Kudo grabs a mic from Philip Jones. He waits until the chants of “Kudo” die down before he makes his first words.

Kudo: I bet you’re all wondering who this man beside me is. Well as you are aware, this is the first stop in ACW’s world tour event scheduled over the next 2 months. Right here, in Monterrey, Mexico---

Kudo gets cut off by the burst of cheers that sprouted from the fans recognizing the name of their home country amongst the other English words.

Kudo: Oh, that’s something you recognize isn’t it? Well you see, I predicted this language barrier would happen, so allow me to introduce to you all, a very avid follower of R-3 that I met a day ago, Babble Fish!!

The man in the fish mask raises one arm and acknowledges the small crowd reaction.

Kudo: You see this man is going to be helping me out during this excursion of the world in various events where necessary. I’ve been assured he speaks fluently in over twenty languages, and he’s offered to help spread my words of wisdom during the course of this event.

The crowd that understands English cheers a little bit though the reaction is still low.

Kudo: So, now onto some business. With this ACW world tour, it is a golden opportunity for R-3 to be spread in an international level. And for those of you not familiar with the philosophy, don’t worry you’ll be seeing it up close very soon. Because tonight I’m challenging your native own --- El Rey de Máscara!!!

Babble Fish: Así pues, ahora sobre un cierto negocio. Con este viaje del mundo de ACW, es una excelente oportunidad para que R-3 sea separado en un nivel internacional. Y para los de usted no familiar con la filosofía, no se preocupe le la verá para arriba cerca muy pronto. ¡Porque soy esta noche desafiador su natural poseo --- El Rey de Máscara!!!

The fans let out a very good ovation for the translation and for the challenge to El Rey which would be his debut match.

Kudo: Oh don’t get too excited, El Rey doesn’t stand a chance against me. I’ve seen Mexico’s pathetic luchador style, and it makes me laugh. Do you actually think that a man of my superior talent with the Japanese style of training will fall to a luchador who’s mask is his only source of honor?

Maxwell McNally: Well this isn’t going to turn out pretty…

Babble Fish: El Oh no consigue excitado también, El Rey no está parada una ocasión contra mí. He visto el estilo pathetic del luchador de México, y me hace risa. ¿Usted piensa realmente que un hombre de mi talento superior con el estilo japonés del entrenamiento se caerá a un luchador que tenga máscara sea su solamente fuente del honor?

The fans let out a massive stroke of boos at the statements Kudo just made.

Maxwell McNally: This crowd is anti Kudo now it seems, and with good reason…
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What a change from the ovation he got earlier on.

Kudo(taking in the boos): That’s more like it. You’re looking at the embodiment of the Rudo spirit, and after my match tonight with El Rey, he’ll know it too…

Kudo tosses out his mic as Babble Fish finishes up translating.

Babble Fish: Ése es más como él. Usted está mirando la encarnación del espíritu de Rudo, y después de mi fósforo esta noche con el El Rey, él lo sabrá también!!!!!

Kudo poses on the top turnbuckles as ‘Poison’ hits the speakers again and the boos elevate to an astounding level of intensity. Many fans also begin to twirl the common sound devices used for heels in Mexico to add to the loudness.

Maxwell McNally: What a statement by Kudo. Just listen to this crowd, I can barely hear myself speak!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What did they expect? Rudo Kudo is here and they’re all going for the ride!

The last scenes are of Kudo and Babble Fish walking up the ramp together refusing to slap the hands of outreaching fans. The boos amount to a deafening level due to Kudo’s heel attitude and the badly translated counterpart to them.

-Fade Out-

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Match 2: No-DQ Match
Kiley Johnson vs Veronica & Bertha (Credit: BK)

The second match is one of many in a fierce rivalry; the fans are eager to see who will come out on top this time as Philip enters the ring.

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring from Queens, New York, they are the team of Veronica Jacobs and Big Bertha!

"Rumors" by Lindsay Lohan hits and both Veronica and Big Bertha walk out through the curtains to much heel heat from the crowd. Not much heel heat from the very revealing outfit that Veronica Jacobs is wearing tonight, Bertha continues to walk closely behind her, not showing much if any emotion on her face. They step into the ring and begin anticipating for their opponent and wanting vengeance for their loss against Kiley at Samhain.

Philip: And her opponent, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, Kiley Johnson!

"1 Thing" by Amerie blares through the speakers and Kiley steps out through the curtain to a good amount of cheers from the crowd. She begins walking down the ramp to the ring and back in the ring Veronica sends Bertha down to meet her at the ramp and the bell sounds.

Bertha meets Kiley halfway up the ramp and attempts to clothesline her but Kiley ducks and begins to fire back with a barrage of forearms to the face of Bertha. Bertha begins to reel and Kiley whips her into the ring apron and Bertha recoils off the apron and Kiley follows up with a DDT. The crowd begins to give Kiley a huge ovation and Kiley rises up and soaks in the ovation from crowd, then quickly turns around and sees a scared Veronica in the ring. Kiley slides into the ring and Veronica is about to roll out but Kiley grabs her by the ankle and pulls her into the ring. Veronica thrashes around and kicks Kiley off. Veronica gets up and sprints toward Kiley but Kiley hits her with a backbody drop. Veronica rises up holding her back and Kiley runs toward her and takes her down with a vicious spear. Veronica lays on the ground and holds her abdomen as Kiley hops onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Kiley begins to balance on the top rope and then all of a sudden Big Bertha slides into the ring, grabbing Kiley from the top rope and Gorilla Presses her over her head. Bertha shows impressive strength and walks around the ring before dropping Kiley on her back. Kiley holds her back and Berthabacks up and begins to slap her knee, Bertha backs up and Kiley slowly begins to stagger to her feet. Kiley turns around and Bertha runs toward her, attempting a big boot and nailing it. Bertha hooks the leg of Kiley then all of a sudden a woman hops over the barricade and pulls out Bertha. She begins to take it to Bertha, all of a sudden two other women hop into the ring and begin to decimate both Veronica and Kiley. The referee can't ring the bell due to no DQ and a woman nails Kiley with a Evenflow DDT while the other latches on a STF on Veronica. On the outside the woman whips Veronica into the ring post and then follows up with a High Angle Spinebuster (Alabama Slam).

Finally the bell rings as the referee orders it.

Philip: Due to the actions in this match, the results of this match is a No Contest.

The three divas meet up at the end of the ramp and raise their arms over their heads in triumph as the three divas begin to stir in the ring.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Celebrate (Credit: Latino)

OooOoOoOoOoOOoOo LATINO!

The fans jump out of their seats as Latino walks through the curtains with both arms spread. He has a big smile on his face for obvious reasons of his win from Samhain. He slaps hands with many fans that are in the front raw and the cameras zoom around the arena showing off the many signs that say “Latino” and “The Latino One has returned to Mexico!” The fans are all chanting out “LATINO! LATINO! LATINO!” He jumps on the apron and yells out a “Viva La Raza!” to the delight of the fans. Latino enters the ring quickly and climbs the turnbuckle as he slaps his chest and then points to the fans. He jumps down and quickly asks for the microphone.

Latino: Orale mi raza! Tonight we are in Monterry, Mexico! Hehe you see I have does reasons to be excited tonight. One is of course my great win at Samhain but I’ll get to that in a little bit. Dos is the fact I return to Monterry. You see not many people know that I trained here for a brief time…..3 months exactly but it stayed with me. Me encanta this place and I can’t say that without me being here I wouldn’t be the man that I am today. I-

The fans cut him off as they again start chanting “Latino! Latino! Latino! Latino!” He looks around smiling and waits a few seconds to continue talking.

Latino: Pero I have to move on or else I’ll be reminiscing all night long. As I said earlier this last Saturday I took one step closer to my main goal. I beat Fallen Souls in a match for the Number 1 Contendership of the Light-Heavyweight Title! And come November 19, at our next Pay Per View, I shall become the NEW ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion!

The fans once again start to cheer louder and louder as they want this to happen. Latino climbs the turnbuckle and again slaps his chest to the fans. He looks around to all the fans and then holds the microphone to his mouth once again. Latino waits a few moments for the fans to settle down.

Latino: Pero está noche….tonight we CELEBRATE chicos con mamis, comida, cervecas y todo! Mira people in the back bring it all out.

As Latino points to the entranceway, a mini-parade of Mexican Latinas carrying different trays of food, alcohol, and much more walk down to the ring. Many whistles and cheers from the men are heard as the women hand out the various foods and drinks to the fans. They then enter the ring one by one. Latino holds the rope for then and then walks back in the center of the ring.

Latino: Let me introduce these women to you. This is Gloria, Tita, y Jesica. Hey, hey mujeres don’t touch the merchandise estoy casado…I’m married. ….Pero I know one man that won’t mind it.

Latino looks back at the entranceway and then one word flashes on the Alphatron “Quimby” The fans now go estatic as Mexico’s baby boy has come home. He comes out carrying the Mexican Flag and waves it back and forth with pride. Quimby slaps hands with many fans as he walks down and stops at one section that looks to be family and gives them a quick hug. He walks up the steps and places the flag in the steel post. Quimby enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle raising his arms to the fans as they keep cheering more and more. He jumps down to the ring and stares at Latino with a big smile on his face. The former tag partners give one another a hug and then raise one another’s arms as the fans keep cheering more and more.

Latino: This is about as close as we’ll ever get to a true Spanish Boyz reunion mi gente….and I couldn’t have it any other way.

Quimby (grabbing the mic): Hola mi razaaaaa! Tonight, the Spanish Boyz are back!

* now turning towards Latino *

Mira hermano I’ve been watching you ever since you debuted here and I have to say I’m proud of you. So one you get that match you win it not only for yourself but for me y su esposa, Atomic. Now that I’ve said that I hear that you got some women for me. Dónde está?

Latino moves out of the way as he shows the three women. They each run to Quimby standing on either side of him as Latino grabs him microphone.

Latino: See tonight we got los mujeres, la comida, los bebidos, y mi hermano…so let’s celebrate chicos!

Latino grabs a bottle that one of the women kept and opens it as he drinks it quickly. The fans are cheering more and more and Quimby with the ladies start to leave the ring. Latino stops him before he fully leaves and pulls him back. He whispers something in his ears and Quimby instantly nods. The former tag partners climb their respective turnbuckles and raises both arms to the fans. They jump down and give one another one more hug as they know tonight may be the last time they see one another for who knows how long. Latino raises Quimby’s arm and points to him as the fans are chanting “Spanish Boyz! Spanish Boyz! Spanish Boyz” as the show cuts to commercial.

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Segment: Backlash (Credit: DD, WCW 98, Tornado)

A camera in the back shows a familiar face that we saw back at the Samhain PPV. The man turns around and is Tornado, and he walks down the adopted ACW hallways, with a dumbbell in his right hand. He makes several reps as he walks down the hallway, obviously walking towards the locker room area. He passes one of Gingerdude’s secretaries, smiling at her. She smiles back, and Tornado continues his walk he a smug grin on his face. As he reaches the locker rooms, he stops performing his reps and looks at the doors, searching for his locker room.

Tornado: BK London...no...Rena Matheson...I’ll ‘try’ that later but no...

He walks past a third door, with no name on the front.

Tornado: Hmm, maybe they didn’t put my name on this locker room yet I wonder?

He walks into the room, and tries to find a lightswitch. After a few seconds feeling the walls, he manages to find one, and lightens the room. However unbeknownst to him, Dan ‘Daredevil’ White also stands in the room, holding a steel chair in hand. Tornado turns around much to the dispair of the fans, and DD clocks him square in the head with the chair. Tornado falls to the ground, completely knocked out and DD just smirks at him.

DD: Listen ‘mate’. I may not have the World Heavyweight championship but that doesn’t mean I’m not the hottest star in ACW right now. And Tornado, you picked the wrong guy to mess with.

DD smirks again, and spits on Tornado before leaving.

Fade out.

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Segment: Trick or Treat? (Credit: Santiago)

Scene opens back up to the arena at “Iron man” begins to play over the P.A. round the arena. He gets a lot of cheers for his match on Saturday.

Edison: Wow, what a cage match on Saturday!

McNally: Yeah, I have to say though, that 1000th Trip to Hell off the cell had to be the moment of the match.

Edison: Oh yeah!

Santiago then rolls out on a chair. He throws his hands in the air and begins to pull the chair with his legs gaining speed and then goes flying down the ramp on the chair. He almost goes flying into the apron but he jumps off at the last second and kind of stumbles then pulls himself up. He smiles and looks around the crowd then picks the chair up and throws it into the ring. He walks over and then up the steel steps and slowly enters through the middle and top rope. Santiago then walks over and Philip hands him a mic.

Santiago: Okay tech guy….yeah you back there cut the music.

“Iron Man” begins to die down.

Santiago: Well everyone………..HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN!

That gives a few cheap pops in the audience.

Santiago: Yeah, yeah well earlier I was outside and I was hearing what you all did for Halloween, but now. I think it’s time you see what I did.

Santiago sits into the chair and props his feet up onto the top rope.

Santiago: haha…play the footage.

The alphatron is black as we can hear little kids laughing, and some screaming at something scary as the tron fills with life.

Ding….Dong

A door opens.

? and ?: Trick or treat!

Guy at door: Uhh…aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?

The camera turns to reveal Santiago Rivera and Hitman of the Gods.

Santiago: WHAT? I’m 13, just muscular and sort of tall!

Guy at door: And what about him?

HOTG: I’m 12…..HUUUGE growth spurt.

Guy: Why’s your voice so deep?

HOTG: Puberty…….

The guy at the door shakes his head and puts candy in their bags and closes the door.

HOTG: He SOO fell for it.

Scene cuts to another as it’s just Santiago at the door this time.

Ding dong

Old Lady: Ohh hello!

Santiago: Hi, trick or treat!

Old Lady: Oooh how cute you are! Here’s an apple for you!

HOTG: BOO

HOTG jumps out of the bushes.

Old Lady: AHH!

The old lady falls to the ground and Santiago and HOTG just look at each other and HOTG slowly uses his leg to push her into the house and he closes the door and they walk off.

Edison: Oh my god….

The ‘tron then cuts to another as its Santiago alone again. Santiago tries some string to the door knob before ringing the door bell.

Ding dong

A man who looks like a hyper guy in his thirties that still lives with his mom.

Guy: Why HELLO!

Santiago: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelloooooooooo triiiick or trrreeeeat.

It soon becomes obvious that Santiago is trying to stall him as the camera sees HOTG in the window behind the man in the house. He looks both ways and opens the window and tries to pull himself through. He keeps getting stuck.

Santiago: Doont you just looooooooooooooooove my coooostume?

Guy: Why what are you supposed to be!!!

Santiago: Umm…I’m….

Hitman is trying to pull himself through and already has a leg in. He then pulls extra hard and goes crashing down into a chair which falls over.

Santiago: I’m….LALALALALAA SING A SONG!!!! SING A SONG! LALALALA

Hitman pulls himself to his feet and looks shocked as he sees a dog come running by and he grabs HOTG by the crotch and Hitman starts running. He then lifts the dog up and throws him into the other room. Hitman then gives thumbs up to Santiago.

Guy: Well what are you?

Santiago: I’m….Howard Dean. YYYEERRRHGH!

Everyone in the arena starts laughing.

Santiago: Oh no what’s that!

He points to the inside.

Guy: What? Is it Snuffles?

The man turns and Santiago pulls the string as fast as possible making the door come flying into the guy face and making him fall.

Santiago: God Hitman can’t you do anything right? Now quick get the candy and let’s get out of here!

Hitman runs by and grabs all the bags of candy then sprints out the door and joins Santiago running.

The scene goes back to Santiago in the ring who is clapping.

Santiago: Well I have one thing to say…definitely bring Anthony and Kevin along next year! OH and I’ve learned not to shove an 8 foot man through a window. Well folks, tonight is the good ol’ Chairman of the Day Battle Royale. I’m not gonna be like all those other losers and “guarantee a victory.” I’m not guaranteeing anything, I’m just going to come out to this very ring and try to outlast my opponents. This match isn’t all about muscle or whatever. It’s about brains too, and folks I GOT BOTH! So tonight I guarantee you just one thing. I guarantee that I will go out and do my very best! I am Santiago Rivera, Texas Tough and New York Rough. YYYYEEAARRGH!

He drops the mic as “Iron Man” begins to play and Santiago throws his hands up as he begins to leave the ring with lots of cheers.

Scene cuts to commercial.

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Match 3: Kudo vs. El Rey De La Máscara

The first of the night’s matches with a local interest is up next; Philip is on hand to deal with the formalities.

Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Kyoto, Japan… “Mr. KO”, Kudo Yasuda!

”Poison” plays, and Kudo gets a less than positive reaction after his speech; the crowd boos as he walks to the ring, and Kudo shoots a glance at the fans in the front as he enters. His outward appearance is as icy cool as ever.

Philip, meanwhile, has spotted Gerald hurrying to ringside; accepting the inevitable, he tosses his mic to the new arrival. Gerald nods graciously.

Gerald: Enough of this dilly dallying around, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU….EL REY DE LA MÁSCARA!!!!!

”Miseria Cantare” hits as the arena darkens, and El Rey cuts a startling figure in his black and white as he approaches the ring. The fans all lean forward for a better view, and El Rey takes a moment to pause for the wave of camera flashes before entering the ring. The lights return, and Gerald takes up a position on the outside as the referee runs over the rules and then calls for the bell.

Bell Rings.

The Mexican crowd is in no doubt whom they’re favouring after the competitors’ addresses earlier in the evening; the air is filled with chants in Spanish, and El Rey slaps his chest in a direct challenge to Kudo. Both men are agile and light on their feet, and they pace around the ring with eyes locked for a good 10 seconds before they finally move in close and lock up. The grapple doesn’t last long; El Rey kicks Kudo in the gut and pushes him away before taunting him, once again in Spanish. Kudo glares, but comes right back at his opponent – and this time when they grapple, Kudo suddenly grabs on to El Rey’s mask and tries to pull it off. El Rey wrenches Kudo off of him and looks incredibly angry at Kudo’s attempt to unmask him; the fans, well versed in the significance of the luchadore’s attire, are incensed and boo Kudo heavily. This just seems to make Kudo more determined, however; he uses the ropes to launch himself across the ring at his opponent, and leaps into a spiral dropkick. El Rey falls, and Kudo manages an inadvertent pin as he tries to get hold of the mask straps. The ref counts, and gets 2 before El Rey kicks out, shoving Kudo back and springing back to his feet defiantly. The fans give a loud cheer as El Rey makes use of the ropes himself, this time for a headscissors takedown; Kudo is up quickly, but El Rey is ready and grasps Kudo’s head before leaping into a springboard bulldog. This has a strong impact, and El Rey pins, hooking the leg; Kudo kicks free at the 2 count, and El Rey rolls away rapidly so that Kudo doesn’t get another chance to get to grips with him.

On the outside, Gerald makes himself heard over the general cacophony of the crowd, and urges El Rey not to waste time in beating his foe. El Rey certainly doesn’t look as if he needs any guidance in that area; he throws Kudo into a corner and gets up on the second rope so that he can punch downward. The crowd counts along, and El Rey manages a full 10 strikes, but Kudo is just biding his time, and jumps upward to kick El Rey squarely in the chest. El Rey is punted off the ropes but rolls backward athletically; as soon as he comes back to his feet, Kudo springs off into a variation on the Roaringiri and connects powerfully with his opponent. El Rey is dazed, and Kudo goes straight for his mask again; the two men struggle, and the fans gasp as it slips a little way. Kudo is trying to pull from the back, so El Rey elbows him in the ribs in order to get free; his temper becoming as hot as the Mexican sun, El Rey dashes to the ropes and signals with one hand before taking flight into a sunset flip. Kudo tries to stay on his feet but El Rey’s motion is too great, and the fans shout as the ref drops and counts, 1….2… - Kudo busts out at 2.5, drawing a loud groan from the fans. Kudo smirks, and gives El Rey a thumbs-down gesture before layinginto him with a blistering series of roundhouse kicks; he backs off a little and then goes for the Yakuza Knee, but El Rey ducks it. Not to be outdone, Kudo slams on the brakes and grabs his foe, twisting around and pulling off the KO Exploder. El Rey is badly stunned by the impact, and Kudo takes hold of the edge of the mask; this time his foe isn’t alert enough to stop him, and Kudo’s eyes have a nasty glint as he rips upwards-

-But the crowd’s howling has provided a mask of a very different kind – a mask on the footsteps of an absolutely furious Gerald. Armed with a steel chair, he slides into the ring and smashes Kudo over the back with it in the nick of time to protect his ally’s identity. The crowd cheers, but the referee has seen the attack clearly, and has no option other than to call at once for the bell.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to interference, the winner of this match via Disqualification…. Kudo Yasuda!

”Poison” hits again, and the fans boo for the loss even though they understand the reason for it. Gerald dumps the chair and ushers El Rey out of the ring before Kudo can retaliate; the fans see the pair burning a hole into each other with their eyes, and it remains to be seen what is behind Kudo’s disrespectful actions here tonight, as the show cuts to commercials.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Reflection of a former life (Credit: Rena)

2 months ago I was sprawled across the bathroom tiles, blood spilling around me. I can still feel the thickness against my skin as if the texture and the coldness of it still lingered on within me. I could believe that I, Rena Matheson, would ever do such a thing as to cut myself. I’d like to point my fingers and blame someone for my actions, but my memory isn’t clear as to that part of my story. Oh god…now I’m calling it a story. The story of my life I guess…a few triumphs and failures of an adult pushing through life. And to think now, 2 months later, I would be normal and happy-as-can-be. I’ve been dating Davey Marvel for quite some time now, and I must admit I have had the time of my life. Even though it was I who destroyed the relationship I had with Steve Phillips and even though I felt it was crucial in order to move on in my career and life, I was still heart-broken after it was all said and done. Marriage, I just wasn’t ready for that I suppose.

Davey: You almost ready, babe?

He’s doing up his shirt cuffs, still in his boxers. He gives me this smile and raises his eyebrow slightly, a taste of mystery and romance that just pushes me off the edge. The way he looks, in his long dress-shirt and boxers, and the way he’s staring at me, with his smile and raised brow, makes me just want to grab him and never let go- and I’m not ready to let go. He’s the best thing in my life right now, besides my career, and I don’t want to lose that at all.

Rena: Almost.

He nods and spins around, heading out of the bathroom. I take one more look at myself, my make-up now finished and my hair straightly flowing down my shoulders. And I am smiling, and I mean really smiling. I haven’t smiled this much in months, and it really is thanks to him. I have been a wreck since Steve, and he really has swept me off my feet and carried me until I’ve got over this drama. But during this time of him helping me through this, I never thought it was possible. What, you’re probably wondering, exactly I didn’t think was possible? Love. Sure I said I loved Steve, but did I actually LOVE him? Seriously, I don’t think so. I loved him, as in I loved spending time with him…but I absolutely didn’t love him enough to make sacrifices for him. Sacrifices, at the time, was not what I was willing to partake in through my relationship. I was always seeing the glass half-empty…but with Davey I now see it half-full. What would you choose, crying every night and eventually going insane with loneliness or a happy life where I feel comfortable, secure, loved and joyful? I know what I would choose…and I have chosen.

Davey: I’m ready, hon. You better be ready or I’ll come in there and dress you myself. Trust me, you won’t want that!

That teasing tone he always does, with a hint of sarcasm and humor. He makes me giggle as I put a few things in my purse. Powder, lipstick, a condom, eyeliner and various other trinkets plop in my purse and crush together as I close my clutch-purse with a snap. I place the straps of my black gown and slip into my sling-backs before I check myself in the mirror again. Perfect. I look like a goddamn model in this dress, and he wont be able to stop himself from taking it off…hopefully he’ll wait until after we get out of the car.

Davey: I’m opening the door…

Rena: Ready.

I try to run to the door, as fast as I can possibly run in heels, and brush past him so he can close and lock our hotel room. The keys jingle as he places them in his pocket and rips his hand out slowly. He shakes his head at me and smiles, shortly chuckling at me in a light tone.

Rena: What?

Davey: Just you.

Rena: And?

Davey: And how beautiful you look.

Rena: Thanks. Where are we going?

Davey: Wherever you like, babe.

Rena: How about that new restaurant just down the street? It’s very high-class and all the ritz will be there.

Davey: Sure, but I only care about one person.

Rena: Who?

I knew he was going say me, but it’s one of those dumb thing you just ask someone for the satisfaction that you know they want you.

Davey: Paris Hilton.

I knew he was kidding with that grin slashed across his face, so I lightly punch him in the shoulder. He makes those puppy eyes and pretends as if he’s so hurt by my blow. His eyes almost look real, but then they subside and he holds me against him.

Davey: You know I only care about you. Paris Hilton can wait…

He kisses me. I know one of the reasons I love him. It’s one of those kisses that make your foot pop and fireworks explode around you…even if you’re in a closed building. His eyes are closed shut and I half-smile while kissing him. My body begins to tingle at the softness of his lips against mine. His right thumb brushes against my cheek, his tongue slipping in my mouth. I bite it gently and he continues to probe me with his tongue. I break off, him kissing me on the neck.

Rena: I think we should go, we’ll be late.

Davey: Let’s just stay home…I want to take that dress off.

So he grabs my hand and walks me back into the room, carrying me in his arms. He closes the door and locks it, throwing me on the bed. He kisses my neck and unzips my dress as I fumble for his zipper. After hours of passion, I close my eyes on his heavily-breathing chest and think of what I did to get lucky. And after all, we didn’t even get to the car…

Fade out.

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Match 4: Latino vs. Santiago Rivera (Credit: Daredevil)

The Mexican fans cannot wait for the following match, especially since it has two wrestler of Hispanic background facing each other one-on-one as Philip enters the ring to do his duties.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Firstly making his way to the ring, a member of the Senatorial Stable…Santiago Rivera!

‘Iron Man’ by Black Sabbath hits and Santiago Rivera walks out to the fans, most of which jeer him in context to his opponent for the night. However Santiago doesn’t give two monkeys about the fans as he makes his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring and jumps onto a turnbuckle, jumping down and waiting for his opponent.

Philip: And residing from New York City, Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatino!!!

The fans go nuts as Latino’s name is mentioned, and the silence from the PA System works as the crowd dies down, just for ‘OOOoooOOOoooOOOoooh Latino!’ to hit, followed by the no lyrics version of ‘Lowrider’ by War. Latino emerges through the curtain, getting another huge reaction as he moves to the beat, walking down and slapping hands with the fans. He rolls into the ring but Santiago immediately starts beating him down as we start.

Bell Rings.

Santiago continues his stomping of Latino, and Latino is forced to retreat to the outside. He re-enters, and this time Santiago is halted by the referee, so the match properly starts now. The two lock up, and Santiago wins it, eye-raking Latino before hitting him hard in the chest with several chops. He then whips Latino against the ropes, but Latino manages to show great athleticism in sliding under the legs of Santiago, jumping up and hitting a Neckbreaker. Latino jumps to his feet and grabs the head of Santiago, lifting him up but the Texan fights back. With several shots to the stomach of Latino, Santiago manages to get into a great position and managing to hit a huge Power Slave Slam. The fans shudder as Latino’s head slams off the canvas, but the fan favourite manages to kick out before the count of three. There’s almost no expression on the face of Santiago as he lifts up Latino, throwing him at the ropes. Again Latino manages to slide in between the legs of Santiago, but this time Santiago sits down on the lower back of Latino. Latino winces in pain as Santiago locks in a Camel Clutch, but Latino manages to weasel his way out of it, and grab the ropes. Santiago immediately jumps up and grabs Latino, furiously throwing him into the turnbuckle. Santiago follows it up with giant chops to the chest, and the crowd jeer each one. But these jeers turn to cheers as Latino reverses it, throwing Santiago into the corner and giving him his own chops. Latino abruptly stops, allowing Santiago to stagger out of the corner before planting him with a brilliant dropkick to the face. Latino makes the cover but it isn’t enough to beat Santiago, who gets a shoulder up before 3.

Latino shrugs his shoulders in disappointment, but decides just to get on with it, lifting Santiago back up to his feet. Latino throws him against the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Santiago tries to turn it into the Whisky Stained Washcloth (modified Diamond Cutter), but Latino manages to reverse it into a huge backdrop. He quickly jumps to his feet, and points to the turnbuckle, which sends the crowd nuts. Latino jumps up and goes for the Coqui’s Flight (Frog Splash) but Santiago rolls out the way. Latino rolls his landing (reminding him of his days in the GFWWE) and gets to his feet, only to receive the Burnout Kick by Santiago. The crowd ‘ooh’ at the impact given here, and Santiago rolls Latino over, counting with the referee: 1……2……kickout by Latino! Santiago is slightly shocked as Latino kicks out, and a smug expression of anger appears upon his face. Santiago smacks the mat in annoyance more than anything, and as Latino gets back to his feet the Texan grabs him around the neck, hitting the San Antonio Slice (http://pulolesu.game-server.cc/move/board/41.html) and suddenly the expression of anger his turned to a huge smirk. Santiago jumps to the top rope, going for his spectacular double-flip Moonsault but He instead opts for something else-and hits his customary ‘finisher’ ‘Taste of Your Own Medicine’, going for Latino’s famous Last Night’s Hangover. Santiago jumps, but Latino manages to roll out the way much to the cheers of the fans! Santiago staggers to his feet, and Latino hits the Switchblade Cut! He makes the cover: 1……2……3!

Philip: Here is your winner, Latino!

Latino celebrates in the ring, throwing his arms in the air and jumping onto a turnbuckle, slapping his chest with his hand. He shouts something in Spanish which clearly the Mexicans like, and he promptly jumps off, sliding under the ropes and throwing his arms up in the air one more time before leaving. The camera cuts to the ring, where the referee is asking to see if Santiago is ok before fading out.