Thursday Night Meltdown 10th November 2005

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Latino vs. Kudo

With the show around halfway through, there’s already been plenty for the fans to discuss, and next up is what is sure to be a fiery contest as Philip steps through the ropes.

Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from New York, New York….. Victor “Latino” Laureano!

”Ooooooooh Latino!”

There is a surge of cheers as “Lowrider” starts up, and Latino comes out already hyped and ready for the match, slapping his chest with an open palm. He strides to the ring, slides in, and then ascends the turnbuckles to take in the view before returning to terra firma.

Once he’s back, “Poison” hits, and the fans roundly boo the Entertainment Champion as he appears on the stage.

Philip: And his opponent, from Kyoto, Japan, he a member of KYSPBA, a member of the R3 Armada, and ACW Entertainment Champion…. Kudo Yasuda!

Once again, Kudo’s address earlier hasn’t won him many fans, and he scowls a little as he approaches the ring. Latino shouts at him as he enters, trying to get a mental advantage, but Kudo’s not about to fall for such a trick. He simply takes up a fighting stance and smirks a little as the referee completes his checks, and then calls for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Both Kudo and Latino have no shortage of confidence; they look one another in the eye, and don’t break eye contact as they circle the ring. For all the bravado it’s clear that they’re taking each other seriously, so it’s a good 20 seconds before they come close enough to reach one another. When they do, the distinct styles that each specializes in comes to the fore; Kudo launches into a blaze of kicks which puts Latino on the back foot, but when Kudo overstretches, Latino retaliates at once with a burst of rapid forearm blows and hooked punches with more of a street style, emphasizing power over precision. The result is that both men take a number of hits, and after about two minutes of this they are forced to pull back a touch and consider their next moves. Clearly closely balanced in terms of raw strength, the two men continue in this pattern for quite some time – Kudo gets a pin chance when he’s able to land a spiral dropkick from the second rope, and gets a 2 count, but Latino responds by whipping Kudo into the corner and following him closely behind to deliver a splash almost as soon as Kudo hits the turnbuckles. Constraining his foe, Latino delivers a stream of body blows and shoulder tackles, giving Kudo no personal space whatsoever, and then caps things off by holding his foe’s head and launching himself off the ropes into a spinning neckbreaker that has exceptional force. Latino makes the pin, and gets slightly more than a 2 count; Kudo gets a foot up on to the botton rope, and as the two men slowly pull themselves back up to their feet, they can both tell that it is going to require more than just pure strength in their moves to overcome their opponent. The crowd is firmly with Latino, but with Kudo’s awesome reputation, even his most ardent supporters wonder if he can pull this one off…

Kudo himself has noted Latino’s ability to soak up punishing blows and still retain enough presence of mind to stop his foes getting into a rhythm of attack; so he decides that a less direct method of victory may be more effective. As Latino comes forward toward him, Kudo holds his hands up as if initiating a grapple; sensing a chance at the Three Shots, Latino also holds up his hands. But Kudo has an ulterior motive; as Latino comes in range, he grabs on to one of Latino’s extended arms and slips behind his opponent, pulling his own arm tight across his neck. The fans roar as they see Kudo is trying to fully apply the dragon constrictor, and this isn’t lost on Latino either; As Kudo tries to bring Latino to his knees so that he can apply the leg lock, Latino resolutely resists, and starts backing up toward the turnbuckle. To protect himself Kudo jumps up so that he is balanced on the middle ropes, and a stalemate ensues; Kudo cannot apply the leglock without Latino crushing him against the unforgiving turnbuckles, and Latino cannot free himself from Kudo’s grip. Without the leglock the process is slowed down, but Latino is becoming drained of energy; the fans shout and try to revive him, and Latino responds, straightening his bending legs much to Kudo’s chagrin. With a supreme effort he pushes his own arm away from his throat, twists around, and kicks Kudo in the gut; this finally breaks the hold, and without pausing Latino digs deep into his reserves to lift Kudo up and then drop him backward in a stalling suplex. The fans go nuts, but this is not the end of Latino’s plan; as Kudo lies stunned on the mat, he climbs back up the turnbuckle and sends the audience wild with Coqui’s Flight. It connects, and the crowd counts with the referee, 1….2…th – Kickout! Kudo breaks the pin, and pushes an amazed Latino away from him. The two men catch one another’s eye and see what they have done to each other, and they are slowly getting on their knees when out of nowhere the bell rings. The fans and wrestlers are confused; they’ve lost all track of time, and so Philip’s announcement though accurate still comes as a surprise.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been informed that the time limit on this match has expired… therefore the result is a draw!

Both men are just about on their feet as Philip finishes speaking. They stare at one another for what seems like an age, and then simultaneously turn away from one another. They exit the ring, and Kudo walks directly to the back while Latino tarries a little to greet some more of the fans in the front; clearly though, this “battle” has merely been suspended for the time being.

But as Kudo reaches the curtain, a figure rushes out, and knocks him to the ground. The fans get on their feet to see what is going on, and it is the unmistakable El Rey, being egged on by Gerald as he stomps furiously on Kudo. Security rushes to try and break it up, and the assaulters beat a quick retreat; Kudo stands up, his lip bleeding, and shouts after them as the security people check to see that he’s ok. The fans can only wonder where this will lead, as the show cuts to a break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The game has just begun… (Credit: DD)

The scene opens up in the Untouchables locker room. It’s pretty calm, which is actually quite surprising considering the recent activities that have gone on inside and outside the locker room in recent weeks. But this time the area is eerily silent. There’s no Jonny eating pizza on the couch, nor is there Jake in the toilets with a porno magazine. The silence is abruptly broken as Daredevil storms into the room, shutting the door behind him. He’s clearly troubled about something, with a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead. Upon closer look, he is out of breath as he rests down on the couch, and looks around clearly with a dose of paranoia amongst his actions as he almost drops the TV remote in nervousness. He tries to relax, but continuously looks back towards the door, as if expecting somebody. He continues doing this for about thirty seconds, before slowly calming himself down.

DD: It’s all in your head…it’s all in your head…

He tries to concentrate on watching TV, but suddenly the door swings open. Dan’s heart skips a beat as he darts behind the couch. He looks up however to see Jake standing at the doorway, holding a six pack of Carlsberg. Dan’s heart rate abruptly drops as he calms himself down.

Jake: What the hell happened with you? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something…

Dan: Close, but not quite. Say Jake, have you ever felt that as a result of something you’ve done in the past, it may come back to kill you?

Jake pauses, taking time to think about the question as he places the six pack on the table.

Jake: Hmm…can’t say that I have Dan. What err…what makes you say this?

Dan: Ok…

He pauses, brushing himself up before telling Jake of his story.

Dan: It happened, oh let’s say about two years ago…it was a low point in my wrestling career in Britain, and I had gone back to my roots. I had become a football hooligan with the football team Cardiff City. We used to travel to different places, depending who our team was facing and basically have fights with the football hooligan firm from the opposing team…

Jake: So wait a second…you went all around the country, risking life and death, just to have a few fights?

Dan: In a sense…yeah…but it’s not the point. The point is there was this one incident…

Dan looks up at Jake.

Dan: Have you ever heard of Chelsea?

Jake: The flower show?

Dan: No, dickwad. The football club, the one who is owned by a Russian billionaire. But the fact is they also have the hardest football firm. I take it you haven’t heard of a Headhunter Smiley?

Jake almost gulps at the sound of it.

Jake: No…what is it?

Dan closes up on Jake, using his finger as a knife

Dan: They cut you here, and here (pointing at the corners of Jake’s mouth) and then they kick you in the nuts, thump you in the stomach, give you nipple cripples, anything like that to make you scream.

Jake: And then what?

DD smirks

DD: Your cheek…ripped from mouth to ear…

Jake stands back from Dan, taking in what he’s just heard.

Jake: Wow…and I thought what Stalin did during the Purges was bad…

Dan: But the point is I took out their son. I broke his neck. And now they’re coming for me.

Jake: Who?

Dan: The Chelsea Headhunters. I saw them at the subway not 5 miles from me. They’re after me Jake…

Jake: Whoa man, take a chill pill. You’re getting all paranoid and shit. You better sit down, take an aspirin or something. Me? I gotta go pick up the pizza at the door. Damn secretary doesn’t send it straight to our door.

Dan: Ah, true. Ok mate, later.

Jake: Later. And remember, they can’t get in here. Security will have them covered.

Jake leaves the room, and Dan jumps back on the couch, looking slightly more relaxed. He turns the TV off ‘mute’, and continues watching the Rena and Stimpy show. He laughs along with the cartoon, occasionally shuffling and turning the volume up and down to his preferred volume. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door, and Dan looks a little disgruntled, but doesn’t even look at the door.

Dan: Rena if that’s you then you know you’re allowed in.

Suddenly the door bursts open and Dan turns around, to see his worst dreams come true. Five men, two large and three about average size walk through the door, each with a skin head and wearing leather jackets. Underneath is the writing on the wall for Dan, as he notices the five Chelsea football shirts hidden under the jackets. One of the larger men cracks his knuckles, and each have a smug frown on their face. One man steps forward, talking in a broad Cockney accent.

Large Man 1: We’ve come to send you a message. Regarding Mr. Mike Turner.

Dan suddenly starts to get a little cocky.

Dan: Ah, how is the man? Oh, and how’s his son as well? Still wheeling his way along life?

Average Man 1: Yeah, you fucking sheepshaggers…you lot are so fucking stupid, yet you’re just a bunch of wankers. Ever remember when the Birmingham Zulus destroyed your little town in the middle of sheepshagger country?

A small smirk appears on the face of Dan.

Dan: Listen mate. So we got thrashed by the Zulus, but come on man. They’re the best fucking firm in the land. And at least we had something in us. Remember back in ’96 where you didn’t even have the guts to turn up?

A couple of the more average sized lads step forward, clearly offended at what Dan had just said, but the larger men just hold them back.

Large Man 2: Look Dan, we ain’t here for no chit-chat. We’re busy people, and we didn’t come across the Atlantic for some small talk.

He turns to the two average-sized lads. Dan immediately looks concerned as the two start grinning.

Large Man 2: Stan, Joe, you know what to do.

Dan tries to escape but the two are too strong, and grab him by the shoulders, pinning him up against the wall. Dan struggles but the other average sized man quickly comes up, punching him hard in the stomach. Dan winces in pain, but is helpless as the first large man brandishes a knife.

Large Man 1: We couldn’t help but hear you speak to your little pal about the Headhunter Smiley. Well actually we’ve stopped doing that for years, but we thought how bad could it be if we had one more victim?

Dan screams but one of the men covers his mouth with his hand. DD can do no more but struggle, and even he knows that it will be to no avail.

Large Man 1: So the left cheek first, or the right? Your choice Dan…

Dan drops his head. He knows he’s lost and just gets ready to take his brutal act of inhumanity. However just as the knife closes in on his cheek, the room is full up with security, and the Headhunters turn, dropping Dan is they try to escape. The security guards outnumber the Headhunters almost by two to one, and manage to capture all five with no resistance whatsoever. As the security guards lead them out of the door, one by one, the first large man looks back and snarls at Dan.

Large Man 1: Turner’s waiting for you Dan.

Dan just sinks his head lower than before, completely silent and scarred, not physically like it could have been, but mentally…

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: I'm the cream! (Credit: Santiago Rivera)

Scene opens up backstage with Santiago Rivera standing by awaiting the crowd to simmer down a bit.

Santiago: Okay everybody, I'm just gonna lay it down right now.

Santiago begins to pace back and forth a little bit.

Santiago: I know I'm not the best, I've never said that I would be the best, and or I am the best. Now I regret even wanting to join the Senatorial Stable........I'm just dragging them down. No wonder we aligned ourselves with The Armada, they needed to make up for me. Hell I have a match with BK London tonight for the International title. I don't deserve it, I just came to the arena earlier today and saw the card and read off to myself that I was in the main event for the title. I don’t deserve that. I mean what have I done here? Lost, that's what I've done. If I'm just more bait for BK for bite on, then go ahead BK. You may beat me now but just you wait till that one day for gods sake people I'M THE CREAM!

McNally:...What?

The crowd is kind of confused by this.

Santiago: Ya know, back in the good ol' days they had milkmen. And every day those milkmen would drive up and deliver your pint of milk for you. When the drop it off in the morning, it's totally mixed and the cream is on the bottom and mixed into the middle. But as day continues and it gets hotter and the day just continues, that cream which was once on the bottom, slowly, begins, to rise up. That's me, I'm the cream. I'm starting off at the bottom and these first few weeks are my training. These frist few weeks are my first couple of hours. Until I begin to rise up. It may take a while but after a lot of work, I will be at the top, just like that cream, and from there hey! People can take that cream and put it in their coffee, as for me they can take me, and put me in main events. So people just wait and see, because I'm Santiago Rivera, and with me. Impossible is nothing.

He smiles and the scene begins to fade out.

End of scene.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: ACW Light-HeavyWeight Title Match
Fallen Souls vs. Bre Double T

It’s time for things to get a little more serious with the first of the night’s title defenses. Philip is on hand to introduce the protagonists.

Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Light Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger – from Rochester, New York, he is a member of KYSPBA and the R3 Armada…. Bre Double T!

”Enter Sandman” hits, and Bre gets a decent reaction; the fans are pleased to see him back in action after his training break, and Bre looks fitter and tougher than ever as he jogs down to the ring and slides in. He gets up on the ropes and draws another pop before descending and doing a few stretches to warm up.

Then, “Eden” plays, and FSX gets a louder welcome by dint of his longer service in the company; the belt glitters in the spotlights as it rests on his shoulder.

Philip: And his opponent, from Seoul, South Korea, he is a member of KYSPBA and the Senatorial Stable… he is the reigning ACW Lightweight champion, Fallensouls!

FSX slaps hands with several fans on his way down to the ring; he jumps over the ropes, and holds up the belt to the crowd before handing it to the referee. He and Bre acknowledge each other with a quick handshake, but the fans know that this is a serious title challenge, and they await the outcome with interest. The referee checks that all is in readiness, and then signals for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Bre doesn’t waste any time getting to grips with FSX; the pair tie up and there is a brief struggle before Bre hooks FSX’s leg and manages to throw him to the mat. He follows with a knee drop and rolls the pair of them into a super-fast pin that almost catches the ref on the hop; the count is about 1.5 when FSX breaks out. Bre flexes his muscles with a smile that is neither friendly nor cruel… it is simply confidence, and FSX can tell at once that he needs to step up and prove why he’s the champ in the first place. Not that this is a problem for him; FSX thrives on strong competition, and Bre finds himself with his hands full of all sorts of trouble as FSX makes a sudden dash at him and delivers a clothesline that almost spins Bre around on the spot before he drops to his knees. FSX hits the ropes on the opposite side and comes thundering back toward Bre; he feigns a step up into a kick to the head that makes Bre duck, and then instead drops into a baseball slide. With his head down, Bre gets struck in the temples with both of FSX’s feet, and the crowd gives an “ Ooooooow!” expression of sympathy; FSX turns his dazed opponent over into a cover, and gets a solid 2 before instinct kicks in and comes to Bre’s rescue. Bre gets up, and FSX comes in close again, but this is an error as Bre grasps his foe and produces a Belly to Belly suplex of incredible power that makes the ring shudder on impact, and makes FSX give a sharp cry of pain. Bre elbow drops on to FSX’s throat, and then makes a cover of his own. He gets a 2 count for his efforts, and the “original asshole” is right back in the game as the two men get back to their feet and stare one another down before charging across the ring….

The impact is mighty; Bre has the greater momentum, but FSX drops his shoulder and drives it into Bre’s chest. Bre staggers, but stays on his feet and as FSX swings up an arcing kick, Bre rolls underneath it and executes a neat german suplex. FSX rolls backward on landing and ends up on his knees; Bre dashes at him, attempting to plant his boot into his face, but FSX dives aside and Bre ends up getting caught on the ropes with one foot on either side of the bottom two. FSX takes advantage, and whacks Bre with a kick to the back before grabbing on to his hair and trying to give him a friction burn to the top of his forehead from the ring rope. Bre, however, is not prepared to tolerate this, and throws FSX out over the top rope so that he has time to extract himself from his predicament. FSX makes the best of the situation, and rushes to the nearest turnbuckles. He climbs up, and then takes flight into a hurracanrana – Bre sees it coming and tries to counter, but FSX’s momentum is too great. Both men end up on the mat, and Bre lies still, breathing heavily; FSX, in his hurry to gain victory, scrambles over – and then Bre springs the trap, kips up, and applies his half Boston crab while FSX is still kneeling on the mat. FSX’s eyes shoot open – Bre has the move expertly applied, and the referee checks to see if FSX gives up. FSX thrashes and twists, while Bre fights to hang on to him; the whole thing rests on a knife edge, and FSX’s arm hovers… but then he makes one last desperate lunge for the ropes, and Bre’s foothold slips, allowing FSX to make the break. At once FSX is on his feet, and he knows exactly what he has to do; he kicks Bre in the ribs, and then uses all the strength he has to nail his Evenflow DDT at maximum power. He pins, and almost by sheer will keeps Bre’s shoulders down for the 1,2,3 – Bre’s kick is just a fraction too late, and FSX knows just how close he came to losing his title.

Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW Light Heavyweight Champion…..Fallensouls!

Bre’s disappointment is clear as he lies on the mat. FSX stands up and accepts his belt back, and then helps his opponent to his feet; they shake hands again, getting a cheer of approval from the fans. Bre slides to the outside, and takes solace from the fans pushing forward to see him as he walks to the back; FSX remains in the ring to celebrate a little longer, as the show cuts to a shot of the backstage area….

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Finally back on familiar property (Credit: Jonny Spade)

The scene starts up with Jonny and his pal Damien sitting in the front seats of a car and Damien looks around his surroundings which are unfamiliar to him and to most watching at home (and possibly to those in attendance). Jonny turns the wheel of the car into the drive way of a house. The house from the outside looks to be a big house (not tall but wide) with a stone front and 2 columns in front of door way. Jonny turns the keys off from the car and opens the car door and looks around the property of the place and shouts.

Jonny: I AM HOME!!!!!

He walks to the front door steps up the stairs that leads to the front door. Jonny looks at the door closely and moves his head up and down slowly looking over every little detail of it. The camera man does the same and notices the intricate details on the doors and is able to come to the conclusion that the front door is 8 feet high doors made of solid wood oak. Jonny knocks on the door and you can hear the solidness of the door based on the knock Jonny gives. Jonny continues to bang for 3 minutes but nothing happens then almost forgotten about Damien talks…

Damien: Maybe they aren’t home….

Jonny: ….wait….what day is it?

Damien looks at his watch which has the date on it…

Damien: It is uh……Tuesday November 8th 2005

Jonny slaps his hand on the solid oak making a loud thud sound

Jonny: That’s IT!…

Jonny runs back the car and goes into the driver seat, Damien follows him into the passengers seat and the camera man not wanting to be left behind, takes the camera off of his shoulders and jets back into the backseat of the car and Jonny looks at the camera man and Damien.

Jonny: You guys got your seatbelts on?

Damien and the camera man both together: Yes.

Jonny: Don’t bother it will only be a 2 min drive…..

Both Damien and the camera man start to take their seatbelt off

….just kidding, what you think I am crazy there could be a cop somewhere I don’t want to risk anything.
Jonny smiles to himself as he backs out of the drive way and Damien and the camera man put their seatbelt back on and Damien looks at Jonny while waiting to make a right turn.

Damien: Why no seatbelt for you Mr. Not wanting to get caught by cops?

Jonny: 'cause I’m driving your not.

Damien shakes his head to that comment and laughs to himself. Once Jonny makes his right turn and sees that the streets are empty he, as the saying goes, “puts the pedal to the metal”, Damien’s head goes right back to the seat and so does the head of the camera man. Luckily, for both of them Jonny was right it does take 2 minutes. As he slows down the car they can see a little red house at the corner of a street intersecting the street that they are on. Jonny makes a left turn into the driveway of the house, and parks it in the driveway.

Jonny gets out of the car along with Damien and the camera guy and walk up the steps to the front veranda. Jonny says to Damien

Jonny: Go ring the doorbell fast.

Damien shrugs and proceeds to do it. He pushes the button for the door bell fast and quickly. And from inside the house an old female voice is heard “Bene vengo la presa i suoi cavalla”. Jonny hears this and can't help but laugh to himself and Damien whispers to Jonny…

Damien: What was that she said?

Jonny: She said if you keep on pushing it we will be having more sausage tonight.

Damien laughs more and then realizes what he means and quickly stops. Jonny laughs louder and relaxes an arm on his shoulder and tells him not to worry and the door opens and the camera then focuses on in the house and sees a short old lady there in a house apron. The camera focuses back onto Jonny and he lets out a big smile and says

Jonny: NONNA!

He then has to bend down really low to give her a hug (since she is only 5’0) and then after a few seconds he lets go and goes into the house and gives the rest of his family hugs as well. Damien, feeling like the odd man out here walks up to the family members and gives a firm handshake to them and then goes back to where he was standing, next to the camera man, and a light voice is heard coming from Damien’s voice as he talks with the camera man.

Damien: …..so his cousin over seems kinda hot doesn’t she?

Camera Man: mhmmm

Luckily no one heard that and Jonny is seen at the dinning room table with cousin’s and family members sitting around it too Damien noticing that a spot of the sofa is open, he decides to take a seat there, on the other hand the camera man moves closer to Jonny as he talks.

(Jon’s) Mom: So Jonathan you got to tell me what are you doing here un such short notice?

Jonny: Well, for this month and the next, ACW is doing a World Tour and for this week they did a stop in Canada. Specifically speaking, Monday was in Yellowknife there doing a show and Thursday they are doing a show at the ACC so….Here I am!!

Mom: Well that’s great son. So when are you going to be leaving again?

Jonny: Saturday.

Suddenly the camera man jerks his camera to the side and Jonny’s uncle shows up on camera and he said in Italian…

Uncle: Posare quella macchina fotografica fa celebrare il suo tempo.

Camera man: uh…what he say?

Jonny: *giggles* He said were getting drunk tonight! Wooo! … put simply I mean.

The camera man, not one to pass up a free drink puts down the camera on the counter top, and takes a glass that has some liquor in it and raises the glass along with the family and about 17 more glasses are raised up and the clinging of sounds could be heard throughout the house. Everyone then takes a sip from their glass and rests back on the counter top, he then notices the camera there again and reaches behind it to turn it off and the scene ends.

End Scene.

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Segment: IT'S A TRAP! (Credit: Hitman)

Backstage, the Hitman is furious inside the Senatorial Stable locker room. Hunter looks on at the frustrated Hitman. A knock is heard. Hunter answers it and it is none other than Chairman Gingerdude.

Hitman: Ah, there you are.

Ginger: Why didn't you just stop my office?!

Hitman: Never mind that... I WANT BK TONIGHT!

Ginger: Now you know damn well I can't do that! BK already has a match with your good friend, Santiago. You'll get your chance at him later. Now, if that's all, good day.

Ginger steps out of the office while Hitman tears some hair out. Without even thinking, he picks up a nearby lamp and throws it to the ground in rage then storms out of the locker room. FSX walks up, evidently just returning from his own match.

FSX: What was that about?

Hunter: It appears that our Jolly Green Giant is about to go Hulk all over BK... I just hope Hitman doesn't hurt anyone we know...

The scene shifts to the hallway. Hitman mumbles curse words under his breath then he stops in his tracks. The camera shifts to BK as Hitman growls and gives full chase to BK. Hitman approaches a dark room. He flicks the lights on and gasps in horror as he sees Athena bound to a chair. Hitman goes over to her which gives enough time for Danny Richards to run in and blasts a steel chair over the back of Hitman's head. Athena starts to cry as she sees Hitman getting stomped on. Danny then drags the lifeless carcass of Hitman over to a closet then opens the door and throws him in.

Danny: He's in place! Go!

Danny motions to someone as Athena looks on in sheer terror. A cherry picker is then seen as it slowly makes its way over to the door. It stops so the door is completely blocked and cannot be opened. Athena cries and yells curses at the man driving the picker... BK London. BK steps out and high-fives Danny Richards.

BK: It's like a great man once said... "I love it when a plan comes together."

BK and Danny then walk off while Athena struggles to get free from the chair.

End scene.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Blast from the Past (Credit: Tornado, DD)

Philip steps into the ring holding a mic. The crowd go crazy knowing this can only mean one thing, it’s time for the next match. Philip stands patiently in the centre of the ring, waiting for quiet. The crowd noise drops, the fans know the drill. Philip raises the mic to talk but before he has chance to open his mouth 40 Oz by D12 hits and the lights dim. Philips whirls round as a small pyro goes off and Tornado enters the arena to a small pop from the crowd.

Tornado walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He gestures to Philip, he wants the mic. Philip complies before stepping out of the ring and taking his seat.

“Cut the music!” shouts Tornado.

“I guess most of you are wondering what I’m doing interrupting the show tonight, right? Well as you all know, I’m new to ACW. However, few of you know about my career before now…”

Tornado pauses to gauge the crowd reaction, he is met by mostly blank faces.

“I am here tonight to let YOU know just who I am! Roll the footage…”

An unfamiliar arena appears on the Alphatron, as the camera zooms in the crowd can see Tornado pulling himself to his feet using the ropes, however, Tornado looks younger there, he can’t be much older than 19. The crowd can Tornado’s opponent, a face unknown to them, stood behind him. The opponent advances on Tornado as he finds his feet, but Tornado stands still with his back to his opponent who goes for a pumphandle slam but receives 3 vicious elbows to the face. Tornado then jumps up into the air, doing a backflip and connecting with the Pele Kick. He takes a moment to hype the crowd, gesturing to the top rope.

As Tornado climbs the turnbuckle a mystery figure slips out from under the ring. It is clearly a man but his face is out of shot, he has a steel chair in his hands. Tornado is oblivious to the threat as he taunts his opponent from the top of the turnbuckle, preparing for The Whirlwind. The mystery figure jumps quickly up onto the apron and clocks Tornado on the head with the chair, you can now clearly see that it’s Daredevil. DD laughs as he climbs into the ring, with Gold around his waist, and brutally attacks Tornado with the chair hitting him repeatedly, before dragging him to the corner and lifting him onto the turnbuckle. DD places the chair close to the centre of the ring and climbs to the top rope before proceeding to lift the near unconscious Tornado. He holds Tornado aloft, mocking the fans, before delivering a top rope Shellshock into the chair.

DD picks up his belt, which is lying in a corner of the ring, and carries it over to where Tornado is lying, he isn’t moving. DD holds the belt above Tornado’s head and screams the words, “You’ll never get your hands on MY title, BITCH!” The remix of the Welsh National Anthem hits and DD walks out of the arena to huge boos from the crowd.

Sirens can be heard but the picture fades out, the camera focuses back on Tornado, who is leaning on the ropes watching the footage.

He stands back up, then spits out the words, “They said my career was over, they told me I might not be able to walk ever again. They were wrong but I lost my life for nearly FOUR YEARS.” The extreme close up shot shows Tornado’s face twisted in a grotesque expression of rage. He continues to talk.

“The years I lost are supposed to be the best years of your ENTIRE LIFE but I had to spend them going in and out of hospital. For four years I battled my way back to fitness, for 2 months after that incident I COULDN’T MOVE, for another 8 months I COULDN’T EVEN WALK.”

Tornado pauses, fighting to keep tears back.

“I almost lost EVERYTHING because ONE MAN was paranoid about losing his title, because DAREDEVIL was AFRAID of me because he knew I had the ABILITY to win his title. Well shall I tell you what? He’s STILL SCARED. He knows I still have the ability to beat him.”

Tornado drops the mic and climbs over the ropes and 40 Oz by D12 hits.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: ACW International Title Match
BK London vs. Santiago Riviera (Credit: BK)

Though there’s no local interest in the penultimate match, the fans are still very keen to see how this encounter will play out… they know that neither man wants to lose here. Philip is ready and waiting to get started.

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW International Championship, coming to the ring, now residing in Austin, Texas, weighing in at 232 pounds, Santiago Rivera!

"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to hit and the Toronto crowd gives little cheers to the Senatorial Stable member, he walks out onto the stage and begins to beat his chest and continues to walk down the ramp. He slaps some of the hands of the fans in the front row and then walks up the ring steps. Santiago, very athletically, hops over the top rope with ease and hops up to the middle rope before saluting his small amount canadian fans.

Philip: And his opponent, coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 232 pounds, he is the ACW International Champion, The Boy Wonder, B-K London!

"Diamonds" by Kanye West blares through the speakers and BK London walks through the curtains to a decent pop from the crowd, a reaction that can only appear in the city of Toronto. BK walks down the ramp with the International Championship fastened tightly around his waist and he looks at Santiago from ringside. He begins to unfasten the International Championship and drops it ringside, meanwhile Santiago is in the ring just waiting for BK to enter. BK finally does and the match is on its way.

McNally: You can bet after what happened earlier tonight to the biggest member of the Senatorial Stable that Santiago is out for revenge.
Edison: Your absolutely right McNally, this could get DAAANNNGERROUUUSS!

As BK slides in, Santiago doesn't waste a second and goes to work on BK for his attack on Hitman of the Gods earlier. He fires at him with stomps to the kidneys and then he starts clubbing him with forearms to the neck. BK is attempting to rise up while being buried by this onslaught and Santiago kicks him fiercely in the abdomen. Santiago whips BK off the ropes and as BK rebounds Santiago hits a picture perfect dropkick to BK knocking him down. As Santiago springs up to his feet the crowd begins to boo him, not usually custom for a face to get booed in ACW but this is Toronto. Santiago picks up BK and rests him in the corner, he chops him hard in the chest and the crowd responds with a resounding "WOOOOOOOO!!". BK holds his chest in pain and he keels over but Santiago picks him up to a vertical state and chops him hard across the chest. BK begins to wail in pain and Santiago whips him into the opposite corner. Santiago sprints at him and attempts to hit a Stinger Splash like move but BK bursts out the corner and spears Santiago down in midair. A pop emerges from the crowd and BK rises up to his feet holding his neck and acknowledges the pop before stomping away at Santiago.

McNally: Wow, what a spear from BK London! That could injure Santiago's ribs, a suprising move from the International Champion, yet strategic.
Edison: What's even more suprising is that the Canadian crowd tonight seems to be on the side of BK?
McNally: Well you know what they say about Canada, it's like bizarro world up here.

He manages to get Santiago under the bottom rope and continues stomping him away, then BK gets an idea. He bounces off the ropes and then hits a baseball slide right into the abdomen of Santiago, knocking him onto the ground on the outside and hurting his ribs further. Santiago holds his abdomen in pain, he continues to writhe and as BK attempts to head out the ring the referee stops him and tells him to wait. The referee sticks his upperbody through the middle of the top and middle ropes and asks Santiago if he is ok, while on the otherside of the ring BK slides out and begins to walk around the ring. Santiago slowly begins to rise to his feet, managing to use the announce table as a support but BK catches him by suprise and knees him in his gut. BK continues to repeatedly knee Santiago in the abdomen and then picks him up and drops him, rib first onto the top of the announce table. The referee warns BK to get back into the ring before he starts the count but BK, of course, doesn't listen. Santiago drops back down to the mat and he is in serious pain, holding his gut on the ground, while BK is removing the padding from the ground, revealing the bare concrete.

McNally: What's BK do- Uh-oh. I don't like the looks of this.
Edison: HE'S REVEALED THE CONCRETE! WHAT COULD BE IN THE MIND OF THE CHAMPION?!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The crowd begins to cheer for this action by BK, and BK smiles himself. BK picks up Santiago and sets him up in powerbomb position. The referee immediately halts his count and rolls to the outside, he tells BK to stop and to get back in the ring but BK lightly shoves him down. As the referee is down, Santiago drops to his knees and he hits BK with a low blow.

Edison: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!

BK's face is priceless as he is hit in the family jewels. Santiago then springs up and hits a Angle Slam, similar to his Syracuse Slam, and BK lands back first on the concrete.The crowd is shocked and a Holy Shit chant ensues as BK is nearly reduced to tears in how much pain he sustained from that move.

McNally: What a move by Santiago! These two better get back in the ring before this ends in a double count out. Is...Is BK crying?
Edison: Of course not! There's no crying in wrestling! Probably something in his eye, this Toronto arena isn't very clean.

Santiago gathers the strength to pick up BK and roll him into the ring, he manages to climb onto the apron and he is waiting for BK to get up. BK begins to stumble around the ring on his way up, he finally manages to get up to a vertical base and he slowly turns around. Santiago then springboards off the top rope and attempts a Hurricanrana but BK ducks and Santiago lands on his feet behind BK. BK quickly rises up and turns around at the same time Santiago does and goes for a Running Step-Up Enziguri. BK is about to nail the other foot to the side of Santiago's head but Santiago ducks and now locks in the Make or Break, formerly known as the Corporate Lock.

Edison: MAKE OR BREAK! MAKE OR BREAK! THAT'S BK'S MOVE!
McNally: Santiago could very well end this match up with a manuever like this. We've seen BK defeat many opponents on different occassions with this move.

BK screams in pain as he recieves a Taste of his own Medicine. He attempts to crawl towards the ropes but Santiago pulls him back to the middle and the crowd isn't happy. BK pushes himself up with his arm and rolls forward, launching Santiago into the corner. Santiago quickly stops himself before hitting the hard turnbuckle, and he turns around and runs toward BK but BK tosses him across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. BK springs up to his feet and beats his chest, and the crowd supirsingly cheers. BK now stalks Santiago as he is slowly getting up, BK slaps his thigh, possibly signalling for the Shades of Michaels. Santiago uses the ropes to help him up and he slowly turns around, BK charges forward and he is indeed attempting the Shades of Michaels but Santiago grabs BK's leg and sweeps the other one from under him. Santiago manages to lock on a leg-lace and he turns, completeing the Sharpshooter. Santiago gets major heat from the Toronto crowd for using Bret Hart's finisher.

McNally: The crowd isn't taking to lightly for Santiago using Bret Hart's finisher.
Edison: With BK's injured back after that slam to the concrete, it's gotta be over after this!

Santiago continues to put more pressure on the already hurt back of BK and BK attempts to crawl towards the ropes. He finally almost lunges for the rope while still in the submission hold, and he clutches it when he grabs onto it. Santiago is forced to release the hold and he does. Santiago gets into a little disagreement with the referee while BK is trying to get up. Santiago goes back to work on BK but BK grabs him by his tights and launches Santiago through the top and middle rope, out to the floor below. BK rolls out the ring under the bottom rope and he picks up Santiago but Santiago punches him in the abdomen. Santiago punches him again and then whips him toward the steel barricade but BK manages to hop over the barricade to prevent damage. Santiago walks toward BK and BK hits him with a suprise stiff elbow to the nose. Santiago drops down to one knee and holds his nose, checking if its broken or bleeding and it is indeed bleeding. BK hops back over the barricade and takes advantage of his bloody nose and quickly applies a headlock while battering him with a barrage of right hands to his nose. He then shoves Santiago down to the ground and then rolls back into the ring to break the count. BK rolls back out the ring and he picks up Santiago and smashes his head into the steel steps. BK rolls him in the ring and then picks him up, he attempts to whip him into the ropes but instead he reverses it and sends BK into the ropes. BK hits the ropes awkwardly and he manages to get stuck when the ropes are wrapped around both of his arms.

McNally: He's trapped! BK's trapped!
Edison: GET HIM OUT OF THERE REF!
McNally: This could mean the tide is turning in Santiago's favor in this match.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

BK attempts to free himself before Santiago can notice but Santiago turns around and smiles devlishly. Santiago backs up and he hits BK with a huge spear to his abdomen, BK's wails in pain and the referee backs up Santiago and helps free BK and BK falls to the outside of the ring in the process. Santiago attempts to go to the outside now but the referee stops him, Santiago then shoves the referee out the way and goes for BK. Santiago sticks his head through the top and middle rope but is met with a chairshot to his head from BK. Santiago falls backwards on the mat and is layed out in the middle of the ring.

Edison: THE CHAIR SHOT! THE CHAIR SHOT!
McNally: What a desperate attempt from a champion to win the match!

BK tosses the chair aside and quickly capitalizes by rolling into the ring and covering Santiago. The referee counts ...

ONE!

McNally: NO! NO! NO!

TWO!

McNally: NOT THIS WAY! NOT THIS WAY! NOT THIS WAY!

THR--KICK OUT!

McNally: HE KICKED OUT!
Edison: WHAT?!
McNally: HE KICKED OUT!
Edison: WH- HOW?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!

Both BK and the crowd can't believe it, BK looks at the referee and then corners him in the corner telling him that was a three. The referee strongly denies and says it was a two. BK is now infuriated and he walks back toward Santiago and picks him up. BK signals for the end and he sets him up for the Revolver but Santiago escapes by wrenching BK's arm and pulling him toward him for the powerslam. BK lays out on the mat and Santiago signals for the double flip moonsault he dubs the "1000th Trip to Hell". Santiago climbs up to the top rope but BK can be seen showing signs of life in the ring. And like a cat BK springs up to his feet and runs up the ropes, Angle Style, but unlike Angle instead of a Belly to Belly Suplex, BK delivers a Top rope Release German Suplex to Santiago.

Edison: HOLY **** !
McNally: That's gotta be it.

Santiago hits a back flip in mid air and lands hard on the canvas. BK drops down to the mat and both superstars are layed out in the ring. BK manages to turn over to his stomach and crawl over to Santiago. BK pushes Santiago over onto his back and covers him for the.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

The bell rings and a huge amount of cheers emerge, not just for BK but for the impressive match both BK and Santiago put on.

Edison: And that's all she wrote!
McNally: The Toronto crowd is definitely showing respect for the champion!

Philip: And the winner of this match, and STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, B-K LONDON!

"Diamonds" by Kanye West blares through the speakers and the referee awards BK back his International Championship. BK grabs it and clutches it in his arms, hugging it. He crawls over to the ropes and rests in the corner while holding his belt and he raises it up in the air. The crowd begins to cheer for BK now but then BK's celebration is cut short when "I Love It Loud" hits.

Edison: OH MY GOD!
McNally: IT'S HITMAN! HITMAN OF THE GODS!

BK's eyes widen and the words "Oh shit" can be seen mouthed. BK attempts to get up but he is far too tired and "The Wrecking Ball sent from Greece" makes his way down to the ring, and he is furious. BK drops his title and Hitman hops up on the apron and steps over the top rope to enter the ring. BK fires away at Hitman with some stiff punches to his jaw but they have little effect on him. Hitman proves to be one hell of a powerhouse when he grabs BK by the neck and Gorilla Presses him in the air. Hitman then drops BK rib first onto the top rope, BK holds his ribs in pain and then falls out the ring.

BK lays in the fetal position on the ground and begins to attempt to crawl away but Hitman grabs him by the leg. BK is pulled back towards Hitman and the crowd laughs as BK grabs onto Philip's leg to keep him from getting demolished. Hitman picks up BK and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. Then Hitman looks at the announcer's table and signals for them to get out of the way. He removes the protective thing from the announcers table and then throws the monitors to the sides of the annouce table.

McNally: This won't be good!
Edison: GET OUT OF THE WAY!

BK is slowly rising up to his feet and Hitman hoists him up on his shoulders. The crowd begins to cheer for Hitman and Hitman completes the move he calls "Zeus' Anger" (F-5) through the announce table.

Edison: DAAANGERROUUUS!!!

A "Holy Shit" chant comes from the crowd and Hitman looks down at the fallen BK in a rage. BK is attended to by referees and officials as we fade out of the scene.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Fallout Commercial (Credit: DD)

…The alphatron suddenly bursts into action, and silences the murmuring amongst the fans…

Voice: Anthony Kalb…Former three-time Fallout champion…

Beau James…Record-breaking SSW champion…

These two men, now separated by only that which is the SSW strap face off against each other, one on one once again. Last time Anthony Kalb, then Junior champion managed to defeat his long-time rival but failed to capture the SSW title. Now eight months on, he finally has that second shot at glory. Will Anthony manage to surpass all the rules regarding the SSWF title and capture the belt? Or will he become just another victim to the record holder that is Beau James? There’s only one way to find out, and that’s by tuning into Saturday Night Fallout, back where it belongs at the ACW Arena!

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 8: Jonny Spade vs. Macho Man RDK

As the shot returns to the arena, the commentators have just been provided with a replacement table after the shenanigans earlier. While the crew finishes plugging all the electronics back in, Philip goes to work on announcing the biggest match of the night. There’s no title on the line, but then there doesn’t need to be…. This is about personal pride.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event tonight is a non-title singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Yellowknife, Canada, he is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, and current ACW World Champion… the Macho Man, RDK!

There is a storming cheer as “Macho Man” hits, and RDK emerges into the spotlights; a huge number of his Canadian fans have traveled in for the show, and they rise to greet their hero now. RDK carries his two belts down the ramp, and gets on the apron, holding them both aloft to another cheer. He steps through the ropes, greets Philip, and then passes the gold to the referee.

There is a pause, and then the place goes bonkers as “Bodies” hits; Toronto’s own favourite son steps out on to the stage, and the strobes capture the frenzied cheering in a series of frozen moments.

Philip: And his opponent, from this fair city of Toronto, Ontario, he is a member of the Untouchables and former three-time ACW Tag Team Champion….

(The pop just gets even bigger)

Philip:……The Ace of Spades, Jonny Spade!

Jonny was expecting something a bit out of the ordinary, but the scale of the reaction has clearly surprised even him. Looking a little overwhelmed, he can’t resist jumping over the barriers and taking a circuitous route to the ring; the fans cluster, trying to get close enough to pat him on the back. Eventually he pops out of the mass between the announce desks, and ascends the steps to the ring; he walks around, listening to the reaction, as it slowly dies down. The referee calls both men together and, satisfied that all is well, gives the all clear for the match to start.

Bell Rings.

The arena is fractured into two distinct and very vocal camps; the Macho Man’s supporters are as enthusiastic as they are everywhere, but Jonny’s got the hometown effect behind him at maximum strength. Though they’ve taken each other on before on many occasions, this seems like a particularly important clash to both men, and they move toward each other with a modicum of caution. Their fingertips touch, and then they’re almost drawn together into a grapple by some sort of force; powering against one another the result is a stalemate for about 15 seconds before RDK starts to make a little headway. Jonny, however, does not panic, and releases the hold, whipping RDK against the ropes; the short distance means that RDK rebounds straight into a big boot, and stumbles back against the ropes where Jonny is able to lay down two or three clear shots on his foe before RDK recovers and defends. Using upward underhook-style punches to the ribs, RDK gets himself back on a level with his opponent and then produces a smart suplex; Jonny rolls back to his feet and then immediately uses the self same move on RDK. The Macho Man isn’t slow to rise either, and raises an eyebrow at his opponent; Jonny smiles, and then copies this too, and the crowd laughs at Jonny’s bravado. The imitation only stretches so far, however, and the next move is 100% “Spade”; the S-drop #4, to be precise. Jonny drops into a pin straight afterward, and gets a clear 2 count before RDK kicks free. Both men stand up, and RDK shows that all actions have consequences, whipping Jonny across the ring and then executing a backbody drop; as Jonny lands RDK is already at the ropes, and he bounces off the second one for a slightly elevated leg drop and pin. It gets a 2, and Jonny flexes his muscles, showing that he still has plenty left in the tank as the fight continues.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

For about 3 minutes, the match switches between the two men as they each try and ultimately fail to build up a substantial lead over their foe. Jonny uses a powerful gutbuster to earn himself another 2 count, and RDK has a similar effect from his energetic swinging neckbreaker. But the real change in gear comes when RDK overdoes a left hook and misses Jonny completely; as he twists to try and face his foe again, Jonny takes a gamble and dashes forward to launch himself into a spear. It connects with great power, so much so in fact that both men are carried out through the middle ropes to land in a heap on the outside; the crowd surges forward, abrely contained by security, to see their heroes up close as they get up and restart their battle on the outside. Jonny makes the best of it at first, and startles the announcers by whipping RDK directly toward their table; the force shoves it back so that Max McNally is caught between the table and the barrier (“Fast” Eddie lives up to his name and gets out of the way). As Jonny approaches, RDK gets himself up on the table, and Jonny jumps up to join him; the fans get a unique view of the two titans battling it out, and then Jonny sends them nuts by powerbombing RDK off of the table directly into the front rows. There’s an enormous sound of chairs going everywhere, and no one moves for a few moments; then, slowly, both men stand up, and RDK makes it to his feet a fraction ahead of Jonny. He grabs his opponent and slings him back over the barrier before following, and then pushes him back into the ring; it’s impossible to tell at this stage if Jonny is badly dazed or just letting RDK do all the work to tire him out. Whatever the case, the pair just about make it back to the ring to avoid a countout, much to the relief of the fans; they do not want a cop-out result, and neither do the protagonists.

Chants of “Jon-ny! Jon-ny!” and “Macho Maan!” are circling the arena, and the atmosphere is quite unlike anything experienced so far on the tour; the fans almost seem to be “living” this match with the participants, and each heavy blow is greeted with a low cry of sympathy. RDK pulls out all the stops to try and wind the match up; he hampers Jonny by pulling off a headbutt that leaves him dizzy, and then delivers a DDT to set Jonny up for the Macho Moonsault. With the fans roaring, RDK goes up top and raises his arms before going for the move; Jonny tries to shift, but doesn’t get fully clear and takes a hit, and Jonny’s fans groan… 1…..2…. – but Jonny gets his arm up, and the whole arena gasps in surprise. RDK knows not to waste time; the move obviously did not fully connect, and so he switches to a more surefire technique. As Jonny struggles to his feet, RDK measures the distance, and then runs in to deliver the Jabroni Buster; his fans pop like crazy, but Jonny’s do not give up and shout for a miracle…. and the place almost explodes as Jonny’s shoulder rises. His eyes snap open, and he forces his way back to his feet; RDK tries to move back, but Jonny is too quick, and he sweeps RDK up into the torture rack, holding it for a good 10 seconds before completing the Towerhacker bomb. What happens next is anyone’s guess; Jonny pins with a fervent expression, willing RDK to stay down – but RDK busts out at the cusp of 3, and the fans can’t quite believe the efforts that both men are going to. With his eyes alight with determination, Jonny lifts RDK straight off the floor and nails the Jonormous slam; he pins again, and this time half the fans think that the referee has counted the 3. Their cheers however are cut short; RDK’s arm is up, and the referee gives him the benefit of the doubt. Half the fans are relieved, the others furious, and the noise is almost deafening, but in the middle of it all, Jonny remains calm. As he and RDK get up, he signals for the move that he was really building to all along…. the Silver Spade, and the fans see how carefully Jonny has made use of his arsenal; RDK is wavering even as he stands up straight, he can’t possibly take another hit. Jonny feels his ears almost bursting with the noise, and his heart thumps as he approaches; he grabs RDK and tries to lift him, but RDK resists with all that he has left, and the crowd can barely take it…. and at the last second as Jonny tries for the Rockbottom lift, RDK breaks out of the crossbody hold, and shows off the move in its unadulterated form. The audience goes berserk, and RDK drops into the cover, having pulled off the great escape once again for the 1,2-

NO. Jonny kicks, Fast Eddie almost has a coronary, and the shouting from backstage can be heard by the fans closest to the entrance. Weak, exhausted, RDK and Jonny stumble to their feet; they’re both ready to drop, and still they cannot be split. Their eyes meet, and then they draw their last cards, and rush at each other, a final do or die moment-

It’s so close that only a slow motion replay reveals exactly what happens. They collide, but Jonny has his head lower, and RDK predicts this, holding is arm across his chest. Jonny headbutts the hard bone, and is stunned for just a critical second as RDK’s arm snaps forward, locks on, and allows him to complete the Macho Slam.

Neither man has anything left; RDK practically slumps into the pin almost by default. They can’t even move right away as the 3 count is given, and the bell rings.

Philip: Here is your winner…. the Macho Man, R-D-K!

The crowd is on its feet, cheering for both men without reserve. There’s no point pretending that Jonny isn’t bitterly disappointed, he had so wanted to win here… but there is no doubt that he pushed RDK to his absolute limit of endurance. The Macho Man struggles to stand, and he looks as if he’s still groggy when he does make it to his feet; as he regains his composure, he looks over in Jonny’s direction, and then slowly walks toward him. He holds out a hand, and Jonny takes it… and the handshake becomes a hug to the loud approval of the fans. RDK and Jonny both hold their hands up high, and the cheering just gets louder; they have both thrilled their fans tonight, and the crowd has nothing but praise for both men as the show comes to its conclusion.

It’s back to the USA for the last show before MachoMania…. and what promises to be a unique event. ACW expects…. can Hunter deliver?

Will there be more movie “tributes”?

Which stable will come out on top in their multiple clashes?

And will there be a marriage guidance councilor in the building?

All will be revealed on Warfare.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[hunter]

Awesome show. ROCHESTER HERE WE COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!

[BK London]

And there ends a good show..onto Hunter's show of craziness.