Thursday Night Meltdown 24th November 2005

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A problem of scale (Credit: RDK/AK)

As the next scene starts up, the shot shows what for many people is a familiar sight; the dressing rooms of Madison Square Garden. This particular one is temporarily home to the ACW World Champion, the Macho Man RDK, and there is a loud and sustained pop from the fans as they see RDK finishing his preparations for his match later in the night. He adjusts his hair, and regards himself in the mirror with a look of satisfaction.

Randy: Lookin’ good, ooooh yeah…

There is a knock at the door. RDK’s eyes travel to it for a second before he looks back at his reflection.

Randy: It’s open, come on in.

The door opens up, and RDK smiles as he sees who it is. After another couple of seconds, Alicia walks into the shot, raising another pop.

Alicia: Wow… you’re already dressed. How do men manage to get ready so fast?

All sorts of potential ideas cross RDK’s mind; he tries to choose a tactful answer.

Randy: Because… we just put on the first clothes we find in the bag or the dresser and hope for the best?

The crowd laughs. Alicia smiles and sits down on the wooden bench in the room.

Alicia: So… this is quite some match we’ve been put in tonight.

RDK’s expression becomes a little more serious. He comes over and sits next to her.

Randy: Sure is. One guy neither of us knows much about, and the other…

Alicia: ...is seven and a half feet of trouble. I’m used to being at a disadvantage, but I’ve never fought someone so much bigger than myself before. What do you suggest we do to deal with this situation?

RDK thinks for a moment.

Randy: Ah, I see what’s on your mind. Who’s the biggest wrestler you’ve fought, sista?

Alicia: ……….Kaban- I mean, Kane. Ages ago. And Torak, but that wasn’t strictly a match.

Randy: Those guys weren’t exactly flyweights, and you managed to handle them. You’ve got stronger since, so I think that you can take our Greek demolisher, no problem… just stay on your toes, and you’ll do fine. And if you get into trouble, just dial 1-800-MACHO! OoOoOoOh Yeah!

The crowd cheers loudly, loudly enough for RDK to hear them backstage and cock an eyebrow at the camera. Alicia can’t help but laugh a little.

Alicia: Nothing ever dents your confidence. I don’t know why I let myself get worried when I’ve got you as my partner.

RDK glances both ways, and then leans closer so that he can speak quietly, as if confiding some big secret.

Randy (whispers): You want to know why the Macho Man isn’t stressing about these jabronis?

Alicia (whispers back): Yeah… why?

Randy (still whispering): Because… (he suddenly ups the volume to maximum and stares directly into the camera) The Macho Man and the Atomic One are going to kick their Candy Asses so hard, they’ll go flying across the Atlantic-

Alicia (cuts in): -and make a crash landing at Heathrow just in time for Warfare! That’s what we call “Taking care of business”-class travel, courtesy of the ACW Tag Champions!

The crowd cheers as RDK and AK both slap hands and finish the promo with a confident gaze to camera, as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Latino vs. Hunter (Credit: Tornado)

The crowd go wild for Philip as he steps into the ring holding his mic. The anticipation for the next match is huge and the crowd let it be known by the volume of their cheering.

Philip: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Rochester, New York…HUNTER!

“Painkiller” hits and Hunter receives a huge pop, from the eager fans, as he emerges. Hunter appears to be in no rush as he takes his time walking to the ring before sliding into the ring and posing on the turnbuckle. He takes his sunglasses off and throws them into the crowd, some lucky fan is going home with a great piece of memorabilia.

Philip: And his opponent…from New York…Victor “LATINO” Laureano.

The crowd goes wild as ‘OooooOOOOooooOoOoh Latino!’ echoes throughout the arena and Latino appears. He proceeds to walks down to the ring as “Lowrider” kicks in but the music is almost drowned out by the chants of ‘Latino, Latino’. Latino grins as he slides into the ring and steps on the turnbuckle, slapping his chest which sends the crowd into a frenzy. Latino then hops off the turnbuckle and readies himself for the match to come.

Bell Rings.

The two men lock up in the centre of the ring and there is an initial stalemate until Hunter takes the initiative by kicking Latino in the gut. Hunter seizes the opportunity, performing a snapmare followed by a dropkick to the back of Latino’s head. Latino clutches his head as Hunter dives on top of him, going for an early pin. Latino kicks out before the referee can even count 1.

Hunter seems unsurprised that he didn’t get a count and gets back to the job in hand. He grapples Latino quickly, going for a suplex, however it’s reversed and Latino hits a hanging vertical suplex. Latino wastes no time, quickly lifting Hunter to his feet before performing a dropkick to his knee. Latino drives an elbow into the back of Hunter’s head and covers. Hunter kicks out before the 2 count and rises straight to his feet.

Latino and Hunter trade blows, it goes back and forth for 2 minutes before anyone gains an advantage. Latino blocks one of Hunter’s punches and wastes no time in driving him back with the shuffle jab combo, finishing with a discus lariat. Latino sits Hunter up but sends him straight back down with a dropkick to the face. Hunter sits straight back up and avoids Latino’s next attempt at a dropkick. Both men are now on their feet and Latino bounces off the ropes and charges at Hunter who uses Latino’s momentum against him, unleashing a turning spinebuster.

Latino’s face contorts with pain as he feels the impact of the move and the crowd wince as they hear Latino’s spine connect with the mat.

Hunter climbs to the top, going for the equinox but Latino manages to roll out of the way. He rolls Hunter onto his back and covers, hooking the leg. 1…2…kick-out. Hunter emphatically kicks out as Latino gets an unlikely near-fall. Latino is first to his feet and takes pull advantage, propelling himself off the ropes and taking Hunters legs out from underneath him, with a dropkick’ as he rises. Latino pulls Hunter to his feet and Irish Whips him off the ropes; however Hunter clutches the ropes as Latino attempts a dropkick to Hunter’s head. Latino leaps instantly to his feet as Hunter charges at him, hitting the killer spear. Hunter once again propels himself off the ropes as Latino rises, he can feel the momentum swinging in his direction as he lands the dynamite, kicking Latino in the stomach and hitting a huge DDT. Once again Hunter climbs to the top, looking for the equinox. This time Hunter hits the devastating move and covers, forgetting to hook the leg. 1…2…Thr-NO. If Hunter had hooked the leg this match could be over now.

Hunter lifts a stunned Latino to his feet and hits a couple of forearms to Latino’s face. Latino ducks the third forearms and hits Hunter with a dropkick to the back of the head. Hunter gets quickly up and Latino hits him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex into the turnbuckle. Hunter clutches his back as he falls to the canvas and, seeing an opportunity, Latino drives an elbow into the spine of Hunter. Latino drags Hunter to his feet and hits him with an inverted atomic drop to lariat combo. Hunter rises slowly to his feet as Latino climbs to the top before hitting a moonsault to the standing Hunter. Latino quickly follows up with a cover. 1…2…Thr-NO! Hunter kicks out and rolls under the bottom rope to take a breather.

Latino, refusing to let Hunter get his breath back, slingshots off the ropes, going for a pitbull’s pounce. Hunter manages to dive out of the way, leaving Latino to helplessly clatter into the safety back with a sickening crunch. Hunter picks Latino up and throws him into the ring as the referee counts to 3. Picking up Latino, Hunter targets Latino’s weakened back with the backbreaker stretch. Latino lets out a scream as Hunter applies pressure but he refuses to submit.

The crowd cheer as Latino repeatedly shakes his head as he referee asks if he submits.

Hunter relinquishes the hold slamming Latino into the canvas with a scoop slam. Latino lets out a howl of pain as he hits the mat hard. Hunter covers, 1…2…kick-out. Hunter drags Latino to his feet, he is clearly frustrated at Latino’s refusal to quit and takes his frustration out on Latino by hitting him with the thunderstorm, bouncing Latino’s head violently off the canvas. Hunter climbs to the top rope and hits the lag drop from the top rope. Hunter smiles knowing he is in full control as he makes the cover, 1…2…Thre-NO! Somehow Latino manages to kick out again.

Hunter drags Latino to his feet once again, lifting him onto his shoulder and hits the land mine dolphin. Latino lands on his back and Hunter moves in for the kill performing the APM from the top rope. He rolls Latino over and makes the cover, hooking the leg. The referee counts 1…2…3.

Philip: And here is your winner…HUNTER!

The crowd jump to their feet, applause exploding all around the arena as Hunter climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms in triumph.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A serious challenge (Credit: Bre)

The scene fades in to what appears to be the R3 locker room as Fallen Souls and Kudo appear to be speaking about something not audible to the crowd. Kudo points to something off camera. The Camera pans over to Bre Double T who is entering through the door threshold at that moment. FSX and Kudo walk over to welcome their stablemate.

Kudo: What's up Bre?

FSX: Haven't seen ya in a while, I thought you'd be at the Rochester show.

Bre: Yeah, I got a little caught up and didn't really have time to stop by the arena during the show, so I had them tape something for me.

Kudo: Yeah, I saw that, not bad.

Bre: So Fallen Souls, hear about tonight?

FSX: Yeah they got us going one on one. That should be a fun little match, I need a match like this after facing Latino on Saturday.

Bre raises an eyebrow

Bre: What does that mean?

FSX: Nothin' man, Latino was just a pretty difficult match up, even though he got pretty banged up. By comparison, it's just a lighter load to deal with.

Bre folds his arms

Bre: So you don't think I'm any kind of challenge

FSX gets a slight grin of annoyance on his face

FSX: Look Bre, I don't mean anything by it man, let it go. Besides, I already beat you once, I don't see why this would be any different.

Bre: Well---

Kudo decides to intervene

Kudo: Bre, I really don't think he means anything by it.

Bre: I disagree, I think that he DID mean something by it. If you're so confident, why don't you put the Light Heavyweight belt on the line?

FSX is a bit surprised at this proposal

FSX: I don't know, I mean I just defended it against Latino. I'm still a bit beat up

Bre: Beat up huh?

FSX: Yeah, just a little.

Bre: Look, either put the belt on the line or not.

FSX: Alright, you got yourself a title match, but you had better be at your best, you can't be half assed out their. You gotta go full board.

Bre grins

Bre: You’re gonna see a different Bre Double T tonight. I'm off to the bar!

Bre walks out of the room and heads down the hall.

Kudo: Hmm... that doesn't seem very different.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: ACW Tag Title Match
Atomic & RDK vs. Hitman & Santiago

Match 6 offers a tantalizing tag match for the fans’ delectation. Philip stands in the ring, and waits for quiet before commencing his announcements.

Philip: This is a tag team match, set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers… from Austin, Texas and Mount Olympus, Santiago Rivera and the Hitman of the Gods!

”Iron Man” hits first, as Santiago and Hitman come out together with Athena in between them. They walk down the ramp, with the fans marveling at their combined size and strength; this is a tough challenge in anyone’s book. The music chainges to “Going Postal” as they reach the ring, and Athena remains on the outside as the two men enter and raise their arms to the fans.

Then, “Falling Stars” kicks in, galvanizing the audience as the Tag Champions’ shadows are seen just behind the curtain.

Philip: And their opponents, they are the defending ACW Tag Team Champions… from London, England and Yellowknife, Canada, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune and the ACW World Champion, the Macho Man RDK!

RDK and AK come out to a very loud reception; they walk down to the ring slowly, greeting the fans at the barriers, before entering and facing their opponents. Santiago smirks, and Hitman folds his arms in quiet confidence; the referee calls for order, and RDK steps forward to start the match for his team. Santiago is equally keen, and the two men start to circle as their partners move to the apron, and the referee gives the all clear for the match to begin.

Bell Rings.

RDK’s fans are starting as they mean to go on; they chant for their hero as RDK and Santiago pace around, watching one another closely. RDK’s confident smile conceals his intense concentration, and he picks up the slight flex in Santiago’s muscles before his opponent makes a run at him, allowing RDK to sidestep his foe’s first attack. Santiago reaches the ropes and bounces off of them; RDK goes for a big boot, but Santiago skids to a halt, catches RDK’s foot and then flips himself into a powerful kick that brings RDK down to the mat. Still holding on, Santiago demonstrates his ability to capitalize on a situation, and wrenches away at RDK’s leg until the Macho Man is able to kick him off; moving fast, Santiago rushes to his corner and tags in Hitman. Showing a surprising turn of speed for such a large man, Hitman gets into the ring and lifts RDK up before he can get fully on his feet, delivering a huge powerslam that makes the audience recoil in surprise. Hitman drops and uses his weight to try and hold RDK down, but RDK gets his arm in the air at the 2 count, and knees Hitman in the gut to give himself a second or so to slide out and get back to a vertical base. RDK turns things around rapidly, taking advantage of the time it takes Hitman to rise back to his knees to deliver plenty of kicks, and then uses a dropkick to the head to pitch Hitman over on to his back; the crowd gets noisy as RDK pins, and Hitman responds with a kickout at the 2 count. Pushing RDK away, Hitman sticks to the strategy that he and Santiago have devised; in his eagerness to wear down his opponent, RDK gets a little too close to Hitman, and is subsequently whipped back into his opponent’s corner, where Santiago’s elbow is conveniently sticking out while leaning on the turnbuckle. Hitman approaches and tags back to his partner, and gives RDK a parting gift of a chokeslam before letting Santiago continue the assault.

So far, it’s been all about the challengers, and Santiago looks a little smug as he stamps on RDK. It’s not a wise move; RDK has made more comebacks that almost any other superstar, and as he gets up he dodges a swinging punch from Santiago and whips him to the nearest ropes. Santiago bounces off, straight into a Samoan drop that RDK gives huge elevation to; RDK covers, and gets a 2 count for his efforts. The crowd is once again chanting, and RDK takes a leaf out of Santiago’s own book, throwing him roughly into his own corner where AK just happens to have one foot up on the post, checking the lacing of her boot. As Santiago reels, RDK tags and AK gets up on the turnbuckle to launch a neat missile dropkick. It brings Santiago down to the mat, and instead of pinning, AK quickly locks in the Catch-22. Santiago’s expression shows the pressure he’s under, but he refuses to panic; after about 20 seconds he is able to turn over and kick himself free. He scrambles for his own corner, and AK goes after him; she makes a diving grab, but is a fraction too late, and contact is made between Santiago and Hitman. This sets the crowd off at once; AK rolls back to her feet, and finds herself staring at what can only be described as a very fine set of pecs. She very slowly looks upward, as Hitman looks down; the scene is amusing, and the crowd laughs, particularly when Hitman puts one hand over his eyes as if looking for something a long way away. The comedy lasts only for a few seconds, as AK makes a sudden move and ducks behind Hitman; she kicks out hard at his knee and brings him down a little, but Hitman has dealt with such tactics before and pivots around with a mighty arm outstretched. AK is knocked almost halfway across the ring by the force, and Santiago shouts eagerly to Hitman to finish the job as he gets back to his feet…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

AK is dazed from the impact, and only RDK’s yelling from the sidelines rouses her in time to scramble clear as Hitman moves in to pick her up. Hitman has a clear advantage as AK backs away, trying to stay out of his reach, and losing her bearings for a second AK drifts a little too close to Santiago’s position on the ring apron. With a sly whack to the back of the head, Santiago distracts AK for a critical second, allowing Hitman to catch up to her, and even RDK looks very worried as Hitman shows off his incredible power, lifting AK right over his head – he routinely lifts greater weights in training, though they don’t tend to shout or struggle to quite the same extent. Hitman signals for Zeus’ Anger, and the fans know that the move is more than enough to finish off most wrestlers; it’s a fact not lost on RDK either, and he rockets into the ring, tackling Hitman as he starts the spin and causing the whole group to crash to the mats. The crowd yells out, and all three superstars are dazed as they pull themselves up; Santiago takes advantage of the chaos and while the referee is admonishing RDK, dashes in and goes for the Mexican Destroyer on AK. This, however, doesn’t sit well with his foe, who breaks free before the move can be completed and uses her “spin the bottle” throw to send Santiago hurtling into Hitman.

Hitman sees it coming, and manages to catch Santiago so that he doesn’t hurt himself; the referee, having just managed to get RDK to leave the ring, now turns around and sees both men together. The ref looks at Santiago, accusing him of cheating; Santiago denies it, and this suddenly gives AK a sneaky idea. Rather than contest his lie, AK stuns Santiago by backing him, and claiming that a tag was made while the referee’s back was turned. The ref, believing this to be a totally plausible explanation, tells Hitman to leave the ring, and it suddenly dawns on the challengers what AK is trying to do. Hitman protests, but the referee has made up his mind, and as he makes Hitman back off, AK kicks Santiago in the gut and then suplexes him with a big effort to land him close to the ropes. With the crowd going nuts, RDK slips into the ring, and lifts Santiago up so that he’s sitting on his shoulders; AK jumps up on to the corner post, and sets off a wave of camera flashes as she leaps into an elevated Hurracanrana for a spectacular double team. RDK rolls out of the ring, so that as the referee turns around again, all he sees is AK pinning. The ref drops and counts, 1..2.. – but AK abandons the pin as she spots Hitman coming to make the save, and tags to RDK. The Macho Man is already crouching on the turnbuckle, and he raises his arms before jumping into a flying clothesline that knocks Hitman down… right on top of the unfortunate Santiago. As Hitman rolls off, RDK makes the cover, and there is no way Santiago can respond in time as the referee counts the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here are your winners, and still ACW Tag Team Champions… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune and the Macho Man, RDK!

The fans cheer loudly for the result; Hitman helps a rather flat Santiago to roll out of the ring, and RDK and AK give the pair of them a wave as they back away. Santiago looks quite pissed off at the outcome, but his confidence is still high; the crowd is certain that this won’t be the last challenge that this promising team makes, and the two teams continue to taunt one another-

-but then without warning the lights flicker in the arena and then turn off. An evil chanting is heard echoing around in the darkness, and the fans’ attention turns to the ACW entrance screen which has come to life. Footage of an ominous graveyard is shown, the scenery is filled with death and decay. "Spell Bound(By the devil)" by Dimmu Borgir plays, and the footage continues, row by row the camera moves through the graveyard. A deep and powerful voice cuts through the air.

Voice: And as you walk through the valley of the shadow of death, you will learn to fear evil once again…..

The footage cuts out leaving a black screen with a burning cross on it.

Little girl: You have nothing to fear, but fear himself. Now I lay me down to sleep...

The fans are left in silence once again as letters burn themselves into the screen…

He is coming...

The lights return, and it’s clear that no one in the ring or outside of it has any idea what has just occurred. RDK and AK look at one another; they’ve both seen this sort of thing before, and it never leads to anything good. The fans continue to wonder what it all means, as the show goes to commercials….

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: ACW Light Heavyweight Title Match
Fallen Souls vs. Bre Double T

The penultimate match offers the crowd an unexpected bonus; it is now a title confrontation. Philip is on standby as the camera points to him, but suddenly the lights dim…

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits and the crowd is building with anticipation. Then, Finally, We see Bre Double T over in the upper decks of the arena hanging with the crowd. He is banging his head and so are the many around him. He begins heading toward the ring. He eventually gets to the guard rail and jumps over it and heads 2into the ring as he is announced by the ever adaptable Philip.

Phillip: From Rochester, N.Y., weighing in at 210 pounds, the challenger in this Light Heavyweight Title match, BRE DOUBLE T!

Bre gets on the ropes, and gets a strong reception from the crowd, most of whom are residents of Bre’s home state. Only when he has returned to the centre of the ring does “Eden” hit, making the crowd pop all over again.

Philip: And his opponent, from Seoul, South Korea, he is the defending ACW Light Heavyweight Champion….. FallenSouls!

FSX walks out carrying his belt; he has one or two bruises from his match at Machomania, but otherwise looks to be in good shape. He slides into the ring and holds up his belt to the fans, before allowing the referee to take it and do the same. FSX and Bre briefly shake hands, and then the referee signals for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Bre gets right to work, moving in on FSX and delivering a few swift forearm blows as soon as the bell sounds. He can’t catch FSX napping for long, though, as the champ adopts a fighting stance and drives Bre back with a rapid stream of kicks toward the midsection that force Bre to retreat just a fraction. Unwilling to be coerced into a style of fighting that doesn’t suit him, Bre comes forward again and initiates a grapple; he and FSX struggle to get a hold on one another, and FSX thinks he’s on top as he takes hold of Bre’s head. Bre, however, counters out of this with a gut wrench suplex, the force of which breaks FSX’s hold on his opponent. Bre drops into a pin, his eyes alight with the desire for gold, and gets close to a 2 count. If FSX hadn’t taken his stablemate entirely seriously before, any such notion is now dispelled from his mind, and the change in attitude is very clear as FSX rolls back to his feet and lashes Bre with a couple of fast roundhouse kicks to the ribs. Bre grimaces, and FSX gives him a confident, almost arrogant look that is like showing a bull a red rag. Seriously pissed off, Bre charges his opponent – and only realizes his mistake when FSX executes a perfect launch kick, propelling Bre straight into the corner turnbuckles. The crowd winces, and with Bre still stuck in the corner, FSX moves in and stomps his foe’s back without reserve. Bre turns around to defend himself, whereupon FSX hops up on the ropes and switches to mounting punches, the crowd counting along with him; he reaches eight, but then Bre rallies, lifts FSX up and walks forward into the centre of the ring before sitting out into a strong slam that makes everything shudder. Bre leans forward to pin, but FSX locks on with his legs and rolls the pair of them over to reverse the situation, and the ref drops and counts, 1,2 – Bre thrashes free at just past the 2, but looks very surprised that FSX was able to turn things around so quickly.

Both men get up quickly on their feet, the crowd is getting into the match and there is support for both champion and challenger. FSX is still on something of a charge, and he batters Bre with punches and kicks, attempting to quell his foe’s resistance and wrap the match up in record time. Bre takes several hits, and FSX tops off the sequence with his famed Rainbow STO, which as always materializes out of nowhere and takes Bre completely by surprise. FSX pins and gets 2; Bre rolls back on to his feet, and as FSX moves forward again quickly Bre retaliates with a backbody drop, and then adds a leg drop to it before going for a cover of his own. He gets exactly the same result, a 2 count, and as he gets on his feet he throws up his arms, getting the crowd fired up and cheering for him. It’s a strategy that pays immediate dividends; FSX rushes forward and clotheslines Bre down, but Bre springs back up to his feet even before FSX reaches the ropes on the other side, and so as FSX rebounds, instead of seeing his foe on the canvas he runs straight into an armdrag, and Bre holds on to the arm to set up an armbar. FSX struggles to get free, but Bre’s face is scrunched up with concentration and effort, and FSX’s expression becomes one of real pain as Bre puts as much pressure as possible on his opponent’s limb. FSX manages to force them both up on to their feet, and finally frees himself, whipping Bre away from him; Bre reaches the ropes but holds on, and as FSX sees this, he dashes forward to knock Bre over the top to the outside. Bre sees this out of the corner of his eye and turns to counter, and the result is that the pair end up falling to the outside in an untidy heap.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The landing is not gentle, and it takes a few seconds for Bre and FSX to get back up and face one another again. Blows are traded, and Bre whips FSX toward the barriers; the fans at the front are startled, then thrilled as FSX steps up on the rail and backflips to land safely, turning around just in time to block Bre’s next attack. Stepping away from the rails, FSX produces an excellent Fisherman’s suplex; the crowd roars as FSX gets up and stomps Bre a few times, but Bre isn’t about to put up with that, and he strikes back by performing the exact same move on FSX, much to the crowd’s amusement. Sliding back into the ring, Bre gives FSX a taste of his confident attitude and taunts him to get back in the ring; FSX gives Bre a cool stare, and then jumps from the floor to the apron and from apron straight into a springboard Hurracanrana. The speed surprises Bre and everyone else, and the crowd yells as the move connects; FSX goes for the cover, and pins, 1….2…- Bre kicks out at 2.5, and FSX simply nods and signals for the Frozen Motion. He wastes no time going to the ropes, and leaps into the move – but Bre rallies and rolls out of the way, so that FSX makes an unscheduled connection with the mat. With adrenalin surging, Bre gets on his feet and starts moving FSX toward the corner, setting up for the doubled over; but FSX recognizes the danger and slams on the breaks at the ropes, whipping Bre away from him. Bre hurtles across the ring, and FSX prepares for an enormous clothesline; Bre comes charging back, and FSX swings… and misses as Bre ducks under. FSX is annoyed, but it’s far worse than he realizes; he’s still standing close to the ropes, and as he has his back to his opponent, Bre flips using the ropes and grabs on to FSX’s neck to nail a variant on his Doubled Over finisher. The crowd is stunned, and makes an extraordinary sound; Bre, though, hears nothing as he checks that FSX’s feet are clear of the ropes, and pins, hooking the leg. The ref drops and counts….

1…

2…

3!

Only then does Bre become aware of the outside world again, and what he’s just achieved; he looks amazed himself for a few seconds, and doesn’t quite believe it until Philip confirms the result.

Philip: Here is your winner…. And NEW ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Bre Double T!!

As the bell echoes throughout the arena Fallen Souls starts to look around dazed as to the last few seconds of the match. He looks to his left and sees just as Bre is handed the Light-Heavyweight Title. Fallen, still in shock, gets to his feet and watches as Bre leaves the arena with the belt around his waist, celebrating all the way. The fans all around the arena are booing Fallen and he slowly leaves the ring as it starts to sink into him that his illustrious reign is over. Just as he starts to walk up the ramp, Latino lunges at him as he gets into the camera’s view. The two men start to fight like wild animals as now both are filled to the top with emotions. Latino throws a punch and Fallen throws one of his own. Latino backs off and finally the camera picks up some dialog.

Latino: You ruined it. I was suppose to win that match and win that title!

Fallen Souls: Wha-

Before FSX can say another word Latino attacks with a lariat and then quickly lifts up Fallen Souls onto his shoulders. He puts him in a position and then runs FSX headfirst into the steel post. FSX falls off Latino’s back and leans against the apron as his face starts to run Crimson red. Latino knees him the stomach and then delivers another fury of punches as pure anger is running through him. Latino grabs the steel steps and positions it near the entranceway. He then grabs a hold of FSX and lifts him up in the air with stalling vertical suplex. Latino takes a few careful steps onto the steps and drops down with a brainbuster. Fallen Souls’s head slams into the steel and is now laid out unconscious. As Latino starts to leave the Officials run past him. They rush to FSX aid and a couple yell out for the EMTs. The medical staff run down and lower the stretcher. The begin to lift FSX onto it and he starts to show signs of life as he tries to sit up despite the request of the staff surrounding him.

EMT 1: Fallen Souls you have to lay still!

EMT 2: That’s right, you don’t want to injure anything else in your body.

Latino re-appears with a steel pipe as he swings it directly onto FSX’s forehead. Blood splatters again as Latino pushes the staff out of the way and Latino flips over the stretcher causing FSX to hit the mats hard. Latino smacks FSX again with the pipe across the face and then once more across the back. He drops it as he looks around to all the staff and fans nearby. They rush back to FSX as Latino leaves and many more EMT’s rush down to help aid the former champ.

OOC: Ending events credit to Latino, entrance to Bre.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

No-DQ Match
BK London vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: BK)

OOC: If you haven't already read Scott's post at the top of page 3, I recommend that you do so before reading this.

No-DQ Match
BK London vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: BK)

It’s been a long night of action at Madison Square Garden; some people are starting to think they’ve been here for days… but that’s irrelevant now, as Philip enters the ring to announce the final match.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s main event is a No Disqualification Match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Denver Colorado… the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews!

”Stronghold” plays, and Scott emerges to a less than friendly welcome from the natives. He taunts the crowd on the way to the ring, slides in and waits impatiently for his opponent.

Then, “Diamonds” plays, and the roof shifts a bit as BK walks out proudly into the spotlights, to face his home crowd once again.

Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York… he is the current ACW International Champion…. BK London!

BK slaps hands with a few fans on the way down to the ring. On entering, he gets up on all the turnbuckles, accepting the adulation of the crowd before returning to the centre of the ring. The referee knows that the situation is unstable, and qwisely calls for the bell straight away.

Bell Rings.

The two men are trading punches even before the bell has completely faded away; after their confrontation earlier, they have a score to settle with one another. The crowd understandably favors BK, but this is of no concern at all to Scott, who hammers away at his foe with closed fists and a simmering anger that is rapidly rising to boiling point. The ferocity of the attack forces BK to whip Scott away from him to halt it, and Scott capitalizes by rebounding into a charging elbow that connects sharply and makes BK stagger back a couple of steps. Scott smirks, and mercilessly taunts his accomplished opponent, letting his arrogance have free rein; the crowd boos, and Scott just flips them off as well. This, however, gives BK the chance he needs to spin things around, and he clubs Scott in the back before delivering a powerful german suplex, bridging over for the first pin of the evening. Scott breaks free at the 2 count, but BK’s made his point, and he underlines it with some more trash talking as Scott gets back on his feet. The two men circle, eyes locked and glaring daggers at one another; they then lurch forward without warning and tie up, with plenty of hair pulling and scratching in the mix. The struggle is resolved when BK knees Scott in the gut and hoists him up into a vertical suplex position – but Scott fights back and topples himself over BK’s head so that the pair end up back to back, with Scott hooking BK’s arms. With a burst of strength, Scott lifts BK and then lets him slide down into a pin; it gets 2 before BK is able to thrash free, and the international champion looks a little surprised and very pissed off as he rolls back to his feet.

BK paces around, rallying the New York crowd; the fans start to chant “BK! BK!” but Scott just smirks again, and causes the sound to falter a little as he dashes forward and clotheslines BK down. Striking the ropes, Scott bounces back for a second attempt, but discovers to his cost that the first hit was a “gift” from his opponent; BK kips up and counters into a spinebuster which has power out of proportion to the size of the man delivering it. BK goes for a cover, and gets just short of the 2 count; the fans are getting loud again, and rather than get up, Scott rolls to the outside and heads for the timekeeping corner. Philip skitters away from his seat before Scott punches him out of it, and most of the crowd boos as Scott folds the chair and waves it at BK menacingly (a few bloodmarks can be heard cheering for the threatened violence). BK, buoyed up by the home side, folds his arms in response as if to say “Oh, a chair. How original.” Scott, however, is undeterred, and gets up on the apron – before throwing the chair directly to his opponent. BK catches it, and looks a little surprised, but perhaps not so much as Scott had hoped; as the Scarlet Assassin springboards into a dropkick, BK tries to help him live up to his name and blocks the move by swinging the chair and deflecting his airborne opponent. The result is not a complete success for either party, as Scott takes a painful impact to his legs while BK loses his grip on the weapon, sending it a few feet across the mat. Ignoring the pain, Scott jumps up, and punches BK fast between the eyes; the blow lacks the strength to do more than stun BK for a second or two, but it’s enough; Scott flips the bird to the fans again, and then performs his “Reassuring the Kill” combination, dropping BK on to the steel chair and adding an extra elbow drop on to the end before making a confident pin. 1…..2… - BK kicks at 2.5, but the crowd is taken aback by the close call, and their cries become more urgent…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The situation is not lost on BK, who is slowly getting up as Scott stands and taunts him, enjoying every second of his impressive performance against his experienced opponent. If there’s one thing you should never do, however, it’s underestimate a man like BK… the crowd is still firmly behind him, and as BK gets up, he stares straight at Scott and challenges him to attack. Scott needs little persuading, but as he approaches, BK ducks under his kick, and then sends the crowd off into a cheering frenzy as he executes the Revolver. The reaction obviously pleases BK, as he foregoes a pin at this point and springs back to his feet, shouting now and ripping into his foe. To his credit, Scott does not disintegrate into a directionless ball of anger; he comes straight back and BK and rocks him and the fans with a stream of huge punches, precise and vicious until BK is leaning back against the ropes. Backing up a little, Scott signals and then runs forward; he stuns everyone with a gorgeous Hurracanrana that sends BK over the top to the outside, while Scott grabs the ropes to prevent himself from following.

BK lands hard, but is quickly back up; the crowd know what they want to see, and BK looks to the left and right before lifting up the apron cloth, and searching for something underneath. He emerges with a large, heavy box, and puts it on the apron; Scott knows this can’t be good, and tries to knock BK down as he gets back up. BK though is having none of it, and punches Scott back before jumping over the ropes; as he and Scott go toe to toe again, there is the sound of a cellphone ringing. As the two men battle fiercely, Philip is seen picking it up.

Philip: Ringside… a diverted call? For who? I’m afraid it’s a bad time- oh? All right, I’ll ask him.

The crowd is intrigued as BK hits a DDT on Scott; Philip waves at BK, who gives him an annoyed glance.

Philip: Um…BK?

BK glares.

BK: That’s Mr. London to you, peabrain. What the hell do you want?

Philip: Er… there’s a call… it’s your mum.

The crowd laughs a little, and BK looks annoyed.

BK: What does she want?

He doesn’t get any further, as a now fuming Scott slaps him across the face and then delivers an arm wrench followed by a kick to the face. BK staggers, and Scott signals for the Assassination; but before he can complete it, BK struggles free and responds with the London Plex. As Scott tries to rise quickly, BK glances at Philip again.

Philip: She says… did you remember to pick up the turkey for dinner this evening?

BK looks at the camera, then at the audience, and then at the box on the apron. The crowd catches on at once, and BK smiles at the huge upsurge in sound as he opens it, and pulls out a mighty specimen of a bird.

BK: Oh, I got it all right. You can tell her I’m tenderizing it right now…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Philip stands open mouthed, trying to think of a polite way to describe BK’s actions as BK chases Scott around the ring, flailing the turkey and trying for a direct hit. Scott almost rescues the situation by hitting the ropes and shoulder tackling BK, but his opponent stays on his feet and smacks Scott across the chest with 25 pounds of prime poultry. Scott stumbles, and slips to one knee as BK looks back at Philip with a sly grin.

BK: Ask her if she wants it stuffed, will you?

As BK hefts the turkey into an appropriate orientation, the crowd spontaneously starts up with a chant of “STUFF THE TUR-KEY!” which must surely rank as one of the strangest ever, even in ACW. BK taps his foot as Philip relays the message….

Philip:….. No, she says she already made the stuffing for it.

BK looks a little disappointed, and the crowd boos. Scott, understandably, looks relieved, and then sees the chance he’s been waiting for; he grabs the turkey out of BK’s hands, and uses it in a most original fashion, dropkicking it like a football so that it wallops BK in the face. The crowd cries out in dismay as BK pitches forward, and Scott smirks as he signals for the Scarlet Fever; he’s inches away from grabbing BK and almost certain victory, but BK rolls aside at the last moment, and as Scott turns around, BK nails the Shades of Michaels to a huge pop. Scott collapses, and there’s only one way to finish a match like this; BK snatches up the discarded chair, drops it on top of Scott, and then gets up on the corner post. He raises his arms, and the noise is incredible as he leaps into the Brooklyn to London, landing with an almighty crash. There’s no way Scott’s getting up from that one, and the crowd goes bananas with delight as BK pins for the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner…BK London!

”Diamonds” hits, and BK stands up, letting the referee raise his hand and give his belt back to him. The ovation is immense, and BK looks a little humbled by the strength of the response; Scott rolls out of the ring, and gives BK a glare and a few choice words before heading to the back – he took the champion closer than many would have predicted, and many are sure that this will be only the first of many high profile matches for the rising superstar.

BK picks up the now thoroughly tender turkey, and takes it with him as he circles the ring greeting the fans before heading to the back as the show concludes. The home fans have got exactly what they came for, and it’s been a thoroughly enjoyable thanksgiving for almost everyone…

..but there’s no rest to be had for ACW. An eight hour flight takes them east, from Brooklyn to London in a very real sense.

What will they find on the streets of London? Will more titles change hands? And will we be able to get away without any appalling Dick Van Dyke style cocknee impressions?

Tune in to Warfare on Monday to find out.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[Santiago Rivera]

Good show....

*Throws turkey at RDK and Atomic*

:-(

[hunter]

Great show.

A mysterious message...a new LHW Champ...you've got my attention.

[Karate Master Kudo]

Good show, indeed the message and title change made the show

[scrawn]

Dayum I need to know that mysterious person...

New LW Champ?That owns *notcies FSX hasn'tbeaten my record*

Great show

[Jack Jefferson]

Great show. Mystery person...tell me who it is!