Thursday Night Meltdown 1st December 2005

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Thursday Night Meltdown 1st December 2005

ACW Tour: Sydney, Australia

Schedule of Matches:
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Red's Only Fan vs. El Rey de la Máscara

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Bre Double T vs. Scott Andrews

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Soviet Union vs. The World
Vladimir vs. Kudo

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ACW Junior Title Match
Tornado vs. Rawt

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Hardcore Bra N' Panties Match
Rena vs. Gary

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Latino vs. Santiago

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ACW Tag Title Match
RDK & AK vs. Daredevil & Jonny Spade

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Australia. Where men are men and women are sheilas. It’s a laid back sort of place, and spring is rapidly turning to summer in this part of the world, a welcome change for the ACW Crew. The arena is packed and suitably rowdy, and there is a nice shot of the tanned and happy crowd to start the show, before the alphatron kicks into life, and the fist scene of the night begins…

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Segment: Choices, Choices (Credit: Scott)

The scene opens backstage where we see Scott Andrews talking on his cell phone. He is dressed in his usual backstage attire, consisting of black track pants and his prized red jacket. His black shades cover his eyes. He listens intently to the person on the other end of the call as he leans against the wall.

Scott: Ok, so where are you?...FLORIDA?!...I'm in frickin' Australia!...I went swimming in a lake and got out just before a giant Alligator bit my legs off!...Crocodiles, Alligators, same thing...Hey, listen, you gonna be around after the tour?...Great, I'll pay for you to fly out when we get back...Yeah, ok...Later, man.

Scott flips his phone down, and off. He puts it back in his pocket. As soon as he does this, Gary runs past with a green wrestling boot. Scott looks on in confusion. Then El Froggy Mask runs past yelling out to Gary.

Froggy: Mr. Gary! I am needing this boot! Mr. Gary!...

Scott shakes his head. Then Kevin walks into frame with a microphone in hand. He walks over to Scott to see if he can get an interview.

Kevin: Mr. Andrews, may I get a quick word about who you were talking to on your phone? Or perhaps an insight into your feelings about going one on one with the ACW Lightweight Champion?

Scott slowly removes his sunglasses. When his eyes emerge they are glaring straight at Kevin.

Scott: You were listening to me on my phone?...You stalking me, Kevin?...

Kevin: No, I just--

Scott: You filming me as well? *Points to the cameraman* Kevin this has to stop. I don't float down that river. Ya' get what I'm trying ta' say?

Kevin: I--Ah, anyway do have any thoughts about facing Bre Double T?

Scott: Any thoughts?...Hmm, well the obvious thing I've been thinking about is which way I wanna kick his ass. Do I wanna keep him down for a three count, or make him submit? An Assassination,...or a dose of Scarlet Fever? Hard choice really. But whichever method I choose, I know it's gonna get the job done.

Kevin: He's beaten you twice before, do you--

Scott: It makes no difference this time round, Kelvin--

Kevin: It's Kevin.

Scott: You interrupt me one more time you're gonna be 'Broken Kevin'. Let me finish,...As I was saying, it makes no difference this time round. BK London unlocked the true beast within me last week when he continually mocked and degraded me in front of his home audience. My intensity level increased ten-fold. So, thank you BK, you just unleashed the true killer instinct within me. And I guess I gotta say sorry to poor Bre Double Loser, hahaha...that was a good one, write that one down Kelvin...Because it's time for another assassination, and Bre, unfortunately it's you! Interview over.

Scott walks out of frame. Kevin shrugs his shoulders as he looks at the camera man. The scene cuts to the next part of the show.

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Match 1: Red's Only Fan vs. El Rey de la Máscara

There is a pop from the crowd as the shot comes back to the main arena. Philip steps through the ropes, and surveys the fans before starting to speak.

Philip: The first match tonight is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Columbus, Ohio… The OnlyRedsFan!

”Reptile” hits, and Red gets a decent reaction from the fans as he comes out from the back. He walks briskly to the ring, and then waves to the crowd, awaiting his opponent.

Philip knows what will happen next, and sure enough Gerald Cabeza has already arrived and taken a mic from the ringside assistants.

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

The lights are extinguished, and “Miseria Cantare” plays as El Rey walks out resplendent in his black and while wrestling gear. He performs his backflip over the ropes to a loud pop, and faces up to his opponent as the ref calls for the bell.

Bell Rings.

Red is looking much more confident tonight after his win on Warfare, and he paces around looking El Rey directly in the eyes. El Rey’s mask conceals his attitude, but Gerald’s shouting from the outside suggests that Red’s bravado isn’t cutting any ice with the opposition. With his trademark speed, El Rey dashes forward and knocks Red down; he continues to the ropes and bounces back, and this time Red hops up and uses an armdrag to counter – only for El Rey to reverse it and dump his opponent on to the mat. Gerald applauds on the outside, and El Rey goes for a rapid pin, getting a count of 1.5 on his foe before Red kicks out purposefully. Red gets back on his feet, and launches straight into a flurry of forearm blows, forcing El Rey to move backward by a few steps; El Rey tries to turn things around by rebounding from the ropes again, but is met by a fierce kick to the gut and then a Rock-style DDT. Dropping for the cover, Red gets close to a 2 count, and now the battle lines have been drawn; both men favour an energetic style of wrestling, and they throw themselves into the match, producing a rapid succession of jumping strikes, lariats, and quebradas from the ropes, knocking each other down several times. After about 2 minutes of this, Red makes a breakthrough and pulls off a great springboard moonsault; he hooks the leg of his foe, and Gerald yells urgently to El Rey, who kicks just after the 2. Red shouts to the crowd, getting them fired up in his support, but El Rey isn’t going to let his foe build serious momentum and slips around behind him while he’s doing this, to execute the blackout. The clothesline is very powerful, and Red drops to his knees; El Rey moves in and applies an abdominal stretch, smiling as he cranks up the pressure.

Red grimaces, and struggles against El Rey’s efforts to hold him down; Gerald urges El Rey to finish things there and then, but Red refuses to give up, and with a huge effort forces his way free. As he tries to get his breath on the mat, El Rey runs to the ropes and springboards into a swift Senton; Red though sees it coming, and rolls out of the way just in time. Both men take a few seconds to get back on their feet, managing it at about the same time; they swap a few blows until El Rey whips Red to the ropes. Reaching them, Red thrills the fans with a backflip; he lands safely, but facing away from El Rey, who uses a rare german suplex and then goes for a cover. He earns just slightly more than a 2 count, as Red gets his arm in the air; not fazed by this El Rey pulls Red back on his feet, and attempts a lifting reverse DDT. Red, however, resists the lift, boots El Rey in the gut, and uses the time he gains to reach the turnbuckle. He gets the elevation required to launch his hurracanrana-into-Boston Crab combination, and now it’s Red who has the upper hand, with El Rey a good 3 feet or so from the safety of the ropes. Red’s supporters in the crowd chant “Tap!” while Gerald shouts at his client not to give in (not that El Rey needs much prompting on that front. He fights his way slowly to the ropes to force the break, and Red releases at once; he’s got another plan in mind to finish the match. With a brief signal to the crowd, he signals for the Death Wish; he grabs El Rey, who fights back, the crowd is on the edge of their seats… El Rey dropkicks Red in the chest at close range, and leaps on to the turnbuckle for the apocalypse Bomb. He takes flight… but Red shifts, and there’s no one home as El Rey lands hard. Gerald howls in disbelief as this time Red nails the Death Wish completely, and El Rey has no response to the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner… the Only Reds Fan!

The crowd cheers for Red, who is thrilled at his second victory on the trot. Gerald tries to argue with the referee, but to no avail, and El Rey slides out of the ring vowing to get revenge on his opponent the next time they meet, as the show cuts to a break.

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Segment: Three-Peat! (credit: Bre)

Kevin Anderson has a microphone in his hand and is standing next to Bre Double T, who appears to be putting on wrist tape and getting ready for his match with Scott Andrews.

Anderson: Hello ACW fans, I'm here with Bre Double T.

Bre: everyone knows who I am, get on with the questions, times a wastin'.

Anderson: right, well, you won the title from FSX back in Madison Square Garden. How did it feel to become Light Heavyweight Champion?

Bre: it felt good.

Anderson stands quiet waiting for Bre to say more. Bre cracks a smile indicating that he is probably trying to make Anderson sweat.

Anderson: um, okay. So you are going up against Scott Andrews next, a man that you have wrestled and beaten twice already. Do you think you can beat him again tonight?

Bre: Yeah, I do think that I'll beat him hear tonight. As they say, whoever THEY are, It'll be a three-peat.

Bre raises his hand and brings together his index and thumb leaving three fingers.

Bre: Hear that Scott, the fans are chanting! THREE- Peat!, THREE-Peat! THREE

Bre's voice fades out as he let's the Australian fans continue the chant

Fans: THREE-PEAT!, THREE PEAT!, THREE-PEAT!

Kevin Anderson decides to interject and kills the fun in the process.

Anderson: Bre, if you're so confident, why don't you put the Light Heavyweight belt on the line?

Bre looks at his title and then back at Anderson

Bre: Anderson, I didn't win this belt to give out title shots like they're charity. I'm not gonna go around and give just anyone a shot at this belt. Explain to me, why would Andrews deserve a shot at this belt. If he wanted a shot at this belt, he'd have to beat me at least once. Now, If Scott wanted a shot, and he beat me tonight, If he could do that, then I MIGHT consider a title match, but that is a big IF. Now, If you'll excuse, I have a Three-Peat to accomplish.

Bre pushes Anderson out of the way and walks off camera. Anderson looks a bit befuddled as we hear the chants of THREE-PEAT!

Fade Out

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Segment: Capitalist Conspiracy? (Credit: Vlad)

Vlad enters the building from a bright red BMW, carrying he and Joseph Harpo. He's carrying his gear in a red bag, with a yellow hammer and sickle on the side. He walks towards the arena with a purpose, a scowl on his face, not bothering to wait for Joseph. Kevin the interviewer (having another VERY busy night) runs up trying to catch Vlad.

Kevin: Mr. Rasputin! Can I ask you some questions?

Joseph: It's no use, let him go. Besides, he'd probably kill you if you mentioned last Monday's match.

Kevin: Then can I ask you some questions, Mr. Harpo?

Joseph: Of course, anything to supply the public with its daily dose of the other side of ACW.

Kevin: What do you mean the other side of ACW?

Joseph: Well, the side the public doesn't see. The side the fatcats up top don't want you to see. We're all about getting rid of the corprate bigwigs, so of course, they must be exposed.

Kevin: I see, so how does Vlad feel about losing his first match in almost a month, will the tour continue?

Joseph: Well you see Kyle, the fatcats up top were getting a little hot under the collar when Vlad hit his stride, putting away opponent after opponent under the Iron Curtain. So they fixed his last match, so Tornado would win in his home country, killing all of Vlad's hard earned popularity. Luckily, the fans are smarter than that, they knew, just as we did the ref was crooked, and gave Vlad a tremendous ovation after the match.

Kevin: Don't you think the ovation was for Tornado, who won the match?

Joseph: Of course not Karl, it was obviously for Vladimir. He is one of, if not, the most popular wrestler in the whole company!

Kevin: Right then, what about the tour, will it continue?

Joseph: Don't be stupid Kasey! Of course it will continue, it will continue until Vlad loses cleanly.

Vladimir yells over the conversation in Russian

Vlad: Äæîçåô òîðîïèòñÿ!

Joseph: Be right there!

Joseph quickly waddles his way down the corridors as fast as he can manage.

Fade out.

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Match 2: Bre Double T vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: DD)

The show rolls on apace; Philip is already back in the ring to announce match 2.

Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing at 220 lbs…he’s the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews!

’Stronghold’ by Unearth hits and the former ACW Tag Team champion walks through the curtain to a hot reaction from the fans. The lights immediately fade to red and Andrews continues walking down the ramp with a smug grin over his face as he reaches the ropes. He climbs into the ring and jumps onto the top turnbuckle, posing as he removes his jacket and drops it to the outside. He jumps down, and waits for his opponent.

Philip: And weighing at 210 lbs, he’s the ACW Light-Heavyweight champion, and a member of the KYSPBA…Bre Double T!

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits and the fans wait in anticipation for the Light Heavyweight Champion. The Sydney SUPERdome fills with noise as Bre Double T begins making his way through the crowd with the Light Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Bre jumps over the guard rail and raises his arm. A beer is tossed to him and he catches it. He raises his arm again and catches another. He does this once more, ending up with three beers in all, making that the magic number for the night and playing mind games with Scott Andrews. He pops them all open at once and chugs them ala Stone Cold and when the cans go dry he raises his arms and raises three fingers on each. The fans begin to chant Three-Peat! as the member of R3 encourages them, walking around the ringside area. As "Enter Sandman" begins to fade out he rolls into the ring.

Bell Rings.

The two are familiar with each other’s movesets. I mean after all they’ve faced each other in singles action twice now as the two slowly close in. Bre slowly sticks his hand up in the air, and Andrews follows but instead elbows Bre in the mouth which the fans don’t like. Scott gives him a second elbow, and follows up with an Irish Whip. He hits a spinning wheel kick and makes the cover, but Bre manages to kick out before three. Scott just grins, lifting Bre back up and throwing him into the ropes. He proceeds to choke Bre in the neck with his foot as the referee counts to five, and Scott is forced to let go, still with a grin on his face. Bre falls to the floor, still suffering slight side effects from the move as Scott lifts him up to his feet. He places Bre in between his legs and hooks the arms, lifting him up for a double-arm backbreaker and hits the move perfectly. Scott makes the cover: 1……2……kickout by Bre. Scott again just smirks as he lifts up the battered Bre, and signals for the Scarlet Fever but Bre manages to quickly battle back, reversing the Irish Whip into one of his own and taking Scott down with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The fans start to get behind Bre as he bounces off the ropes and hits a Big Splash. He makes the cover but Scott manages to kick out before the three count. The two wrestlers get back to their feet and lock up, with Scott showing off his strength by forcing Bre to his knees. But Bre slips through the legs of Scott and hits a Neckbreaker, following it up with another unsuccessful pinfall.

Bre begins to look slightly annoyed as he lifts up his old enemy, but Scott manages to get some punches in, which stops Bre from doing whatever he intended to do. Andrews grabs Bre and hits an Irish Whip, but Bre reverses the whip. Scott however jumps up, impressively hitting a Hurricarana which gains a small kayfabe-breaking pop from the fans. The momentum carries both wrestlers to their feet, but with Andrews being the one still with 100% consciousness he runs, hitting a slingshot dropkick and taking Bre down. Andrews smirks once more and climbs the turnbuckle. He jumps, going for a Moonsault but Bre manages to roll out the way at the final moment. The fans begin to cheer as the referee starts making the count to the downed wrestlers…1…2…3…4…5…Bre slowly gets to his knees…6…7…Andrews gets to his knees…8…9…both wrestlers are on their feet, but with Bre having beaten Scott to it. He runs at Scott, and takes him down with a flying Headscissors takedown. Scott flies into a sitting position with the momentum, and Bre takes that as an opportunity, hitting a Neckbreaker. Bre then points at the turnbuckle, and the fans cheer as he climbs it and goes to hit a Moonsault. However to his surprise, Andrews just manages to roll out the way. Bre lands awkwardly in the ring and the crowd start to boo as Andrews rolls to his feet, and begins stomping Bre furiously in the back. After a few kicks he stops, and rolls Bre onto his front. Scott turns to the crowd for a second, posing but fails to notice Bre wink to the camera, and the Rochesterian rolls Andrews into a schoolboy, using the ropes as leverage: 1……2…….3!

Philip: Here is your winner, Bre Double T!

The fans burst into a large cheer as Bre slides out the ring, grabbing the Light-Heavyweight title and holding it up as he throws his arms in the air. Andrews is immediately on his feet and shouting out of the ring towards Bre, but Bre walks out the winner, despite his clear cheating as we fade out.

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Segment: Knock Knock… (Credit: ??)

The scene opens up to show an empty corridor. It isn’t empty for long, however; there’s a small pop as Gary rounds the corner, carrying a couple of different wrestling boots. He looks both ways before entering a small room.

There is nothing but a little table there, but the room is clearly sufficient for Gary’s purposes. He puts the boots down, and then opens up a small case on the floor; it is stuffed with more single items of footwear.

As Gary is adding to his haul, there is a knock at the door. Gary stops moving, afraid he’s been followed.

All is quiet for a few seconds, and then the knocking is repeated- this time more slowly. Gary suddenly feels very cold, and has an urge to run – but he is also afraid to open the door, for a reason that he can’t quite put a finger on. It’s as if something very bad is about to happen…

The knocking comes again, this time it’s very loud and insistent. With sweat pouring off his face, Gary approaches the door, and very slowly opens it to see…

Nothing. The corridor is entirely empty, in both directions. Gary stares one way for several seconds, and then the other, until he’s certain that there is no one there at all-

??: Hey!

Gary shrieks, and almost cracks his head on the door frame. Alicia is understandably shocked by the reaction.

Gary: AAAAH! Why?! Why did you scare me with all the knocking and stuff?

Alicia: Knocking? I don’t know what you mean, I just came around the corner and saw you standing here.

Gary looks uncertain whether to believe this or not, but as he looks at Alicia and her concern, he gets the feeling that she’s telling the truth. In some ways, that scares him even more.

Alicia: Anyhow… It wouldn’t be you that took my boot, would it?

Gary looks sheepish.

Alicia: Why do you want them, anyway?

Gary: It’s a secret.

AK shrugs and gives up.

Alicia: Well you can keep it, but in return I want you to do something for me. Will you come and discuss it somewhere warmer?

Gary nods, suddenly keen to get out of the immediate area as quickly as possible. He follows Alicia carrying his belongings, as the scene fades out.

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Segment: Hey Kudo! (credit: Bre, Kudo)

The screen fades in to see Kudo unpacking his clothes and placing them in the wooden cubby, or locker, in front of him. The camera moves over slightly and Bre Double T walks into the frame, evidently just back from his successful match. Kudo doesn't notice Bre and continues unpacking. Bre leans over next to Kudo's ear.

Bre: AAAAHHHH!!!

Kudo's back muscles tense up a bit but that's about it.

Kudo: You need to stop doing that, I'm gonna go deaf.

Bre: I can't help it, it's like candy, I just can't stop taking more and more.

Kudo: Anyway, what's it been like since winning that Light Heavyweight Belt?

Kudo points to the belt.

Bre: It's been awesome, people have been buying me drinks, I've been offered places to spend the night, if you know what I mean, and the best part is people just coming up to me and asking if I'm the Light Heavyweight Champ and I get to say 'yes'

Kudo: Don't forget that you have to keep on your toes, though. It may have seemed easy to win the title, but it'll be much more difficult to keep that belt. You're the hunted one now. It's only gonna get more difficult from here.

Bre ponders this.

Bre: that's kind of a bummer.

Kudo smiles.

Kudo: yeah, I know.

Bre: Actually I wanted to ask you something personal.

Kudo looks interested.

Bre: Ya having trouble with the ladies?

Kudo raises an eyebrow.

Kudo: huh?

Bre: Well, on Monday, Rena---

Kudo: No, I'm not going there.

Bre: Well, you know, my friend had the same pro.....

Kudo lets out a growl…

Fade Out

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Segment: Non-Stop Trip to the Top! (Credit: Tornado)

’40 Oz’ hits and Tornado walks out to a loud pop from the crowd. He takes his time on the way to the ring, signing a few autographs for some fans in the front row. He then jumps onto the apron and flips forward into the ring using the top rope, which earns him another small pop from the crowd.

Tornado walks across the ring and leans over the ropes to take the microphone from Philip.

“My God you people are loud tonight!”

The fans go ecstatic and attempt to make as much noise as possible. Tornado leans back on the ropes for 10 seconds waiting for the noise to die down before standing back up and speaking again.

“As you all know I’ve got my first title shot in ACW right here tonight!”

Tornado pauses as the crowd cheer at the mention of the upcoming title match

“In my debut match I beat Daredevil at Yellowknife in a No-DQ match. Next I defeated 3 of ACW’s most promising new talents (CP Madison, El Rey and Red’s Only Fan) in the rookie battle royale. My only loss came at Machomania courtesy of Daredevil and a gruelling ‘I Quit’ match, and on Monday Night Warfare I defeated a man with a great reputation, Vladimir Rasputin, bringing his amazing 5 match winning streak to an end.

Similarly, Rawt has only lost once in ACW. Last week on Meltdown Rawt recorded his first loss against the man I beat this week on Warfare. However, Rawt has 5 victories under his belt and yes, he’s the Junior Champion.

But you know what? That means Fuck All! It’s all about what happens here tonight, it’s all about confidence, and, of course, it’s all about skill. Thankfully everything appears to be in my favour; I no longer have to look over my shoulder expecting to be jumped so now I am ultimately more focused on the job in hand, I am extremely confident about my chances tonight for the same reason Rawt has to be apprehensive…Vladimir Rasputin, and I undoubtedly am the more skilled wrestler in this matchup.

Tonight you will see a New Junior Champion crowned, and once I’ve tasted that ACW gold I’m on a Non-Stop Trip to the Top!”

Tornado tosses the mic to Philip, who catches it comfortably, and jumps onto the turnbuckle as ’40 Oz’ hits. Tornado slides out of the ring, signs autographs for some fans at ringside who are holding a ‘Tornado 4 Champ’ sign before heading back up the ramp.

Fade Out.

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Match 3: Soviet Union vs. The World
Vladimir vs. Kudo

The next contest has the fans divided as to who they think is going to win; arguments are still in progress as Philip gets ready to fulfil his task.

Philip: The next match is part of the ongoing “Soviet Union vs. the World” Challenge, and is set for one fall. Introducing first, tonight’s challenger; from Kyoto, Japan, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion and a member of the RS Armada and KYSPBA… Kudo Yasuda!

”Poison” plays, and there is some support for Kudo as he enters carry both a Japanese and an Armada flag. However, most of the fans have seen Kudo’s behaviour on other parts of the tour, and boo him loudly. Kudo places his flags next to the ring, enters, and waits for his opponent.

Philip: And his opponent, from Irkutsk, Siberia… Vladimir Raputin!

”Hymn to the USSR” plays, and Vlad emerges to a strong positive reaction from the fans. He carries his flag as always with immense pride, placing it down reverently before jumping into the ring and pacing, wanting to get on with things right away. The referee completes his checks, and gives the all clear for the match to start.

Bell Rings.

The crowd has been anticipating this match heavily, as it pitches two very different and successful superstars against one another. Vlad makes the first move, and his methodological style comes immediately to the fore, as he lays down some strong kicks on Kudo, hoping to imprint his physical strength on to his foe and prove that he’s the more powerful wrestler. Kudo, meanwhile, has too much confidence in himself to be intimidated, and comes right back at his opponent with a stream of combined punches and kicks before throwing himself against the ropes as he nears them and rebounding into a sharp elbow to the head. Vlad staggers a little, and Kudo takes this as the signal to step things up, pummeling away at his foe by getting him into a headlock and punching until the referee’s count hits 5. The crowd boos as Kudo taunts his opponent, but Vlad simply shakes his head and makes his opinions clear with a charging shoulder tackle that knocks Kudo down with its force. Kudo leaps up, but Vlad is prepared and produces a snap suplex that makes the crowd wince a little. Making his point as vivid as possible, Vlad pins, and his strength is such that it takes Kudo 2 attempts to get his shoulder in the air, the second and successful of these coming around the 2 mark. The crowd cheers for Vlad, and he responds by getting up and waiting for Kudo to get on his knees as he rises. Running forward, Vlad goes for the Capitalist Crusher (Shining Wizard), but Kudo is alert and rolls to one side back on to his feet. Vlad turns quickly, but not quickly enough, and Kudo connects with a rapid elbow before demonstrating the Yin – Yang suplex. Kudo pins, and gets a solid 2 count on his opponent; Vlad looks extremely annoyed at this, and curses in Russian as he gets up.

The smirk on Kudo’s face is proof that he considers the match under control; he taunts his opponent again, hoping to provoke a rash reaction. But there’s no chance of that happening with the Soviet superstar; patience is perhaps one of his strongest virtues, and he refuses to be drawn against his will. Kudo soon tires of waiting, and runs in for a rapid attack; Vlad dodges and kicks out behind him, but Kudo’s reflexes are superb and he rolls around to the side, popping up just out of Vlad’s eyeline. Kudo grabs Vlad and goes for the Brainbuster; the crowd reacts with a mighty yell, and Vlad’s response is to make it as difficult as possible for Kudo to finish the move. Kudo won’t be denied, but the result is not as crisp as would normally be expected from him, and his following pin only picks up a 2 count; the crowd starts chanting for Vlad, and he responds by launching a powerful counter attack, continuing to utilize his staggering kicks as he seeks to soften Kudo for the Siberian Express. Kudo of course is no fool, and can see where Vlad is trying to take the match, but although he sidesteps many blows, those that connect are extremely effective. The crowd cheers loudly, and Kudo certainly seems to be weakening, to the extent where Vlad feels ready to go for the win; the fans rise as Vlad delivers a last crushing blow, and then moves as fast as he can to set up the Siberian express. But before he can prepare things, Kudo springs his trap; he suddenly bursts back into violent life, using one of his adrenalin surges to break away from Vlad, and then go straight for the Yakuza Knee. It’s over… but somehow Vlad dodges, by the narrowest of narrow margins, and as Kudo turns, he lashes out with a huge kick – which Kudo avoids more on instinct than anything else. The crowd roars in astonishment, and Kudo jumps straight into a second Yakuza Knee at close range. There’s no time for Vlad to dodge this one, and Kudo drops straight into the pin, his body almost acting independently of his mind. The ref drops and counts, and Vlad’s kickout is just on the wrong side of the 3. The bell rings, and the crowd groans in disappointment at the outcome.

Philip: Here is your winner…. Kudo Yasuda!

A smug Kudo takes pleasure in waving both the Japanese and Armada flags from the turnbuckles as Vlad looks on; he mutters something dark about “tiger economies” as he heads to the back. But beneath the surface Kudo knows that he benefited from luck as well as skill tonight, and this won’t be the last time that these two men put on a spectacular match.

Kudo continues to celebrate, as the show heads to a Winter Discontent advertisement.

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Segment: A Dream - Gossip Girls. (Credit: Rena)

The shot fades in with a slightly fuzzy edge, as if we’re viewing someone’s private thoughts.

Rena: …And that’s what I heard.

Yoko: I totally heard it too!

Sakina: I can’t believe he did that! Where’s Dan, anyway?

Rena: Dan is prolly on his way. He was busy last night, with the pastry chef from the French bakery on 5th.

The girls all sip their coffee and spin around when they see Dan shuffling in. He looks tired, and sore.

Dan: I was on my hands and knees all night long. The pads on my hands are so sore.

Yoko: You’re supposed to use a cloth, not your hands.

Sakina, and Rena snort at Yoko’s remark; Dan just ignores it.

Dan: Can I get a coffee?

“WoWa” by Namie Amuro plays inside the quiet little coffee shop. Rena smiles and gets up, shaking her hips around.

Rena: I love this song!

Sakina: Was this the song that we met that Andrew Hunter?

Dan: I remember that! You thought he was cute.

Yoko: He was boring. Nothing to him, I remember.

Rena: But he was huge, and good in bed…who cares if he was boring.

Yoko: So you’re still shagging the brains out of him?

Sakina: Of course she is.

Yoko (sarcastically): Why can’t I find someone like that?

Dan: Because you’re a skank…with Crabs, potentially.

Yoko: Oh, that is just-

She slaps him across the face and he laughs, bitch-slapping her back. They begin to scrap, but Sakina holds them apart.

Sakina: Stop acting like bitches, you Queens.

Hunter: Hey baby.

They didn’t notice the warning bell ding when a customer came in, but what they did notice was the sweet kiss on Rena’s cheek. Dan fixes his hair quickly, and Yoko rolls her eyes, folding her arms away from the comfort of Hunter. Sakina begins to salivate, but quickly regains her composure.

Rena: Hey. How are you?

Hunter: Good, Good. How about we go to the Statue of Liberty today?

Yoko snorts in disbelief, then begins to mumble about him being the lamest person. Both Rena and Hunter pretended not to hear.

Rena: I’d be more than happy.

Hunter: Good. Pick you up in 2 hours. Bye.

Rena: okay. Bye.

She kisses him again, and he leaves the shop. Sakina punches Rena in the chest lightly.

Sakina: Fuck he is hot!

Yoko: If you like dumbasses.

Sakina: Oh hush, you grump. He seems nice.

Dan: I’d do him.

Sakina: Dan, you’d do anyone. Now listen everyone.

Sakina lifts her hand up, revealing a broken nail.

Sakina: I masturbated so hard, I broke this nail!

Rena claps in happiness; Yoko continues to sulk.

Rena: We’re so proud of you!

Dan: Great Job.

Yoko: Yippie skippy for you…

Rena: Don’t be a grump. God, you need some sex…

Yoko: I can’t find anyone worth it. They’re all uneducated, stupid individuals.

Sakina: Since when did you need to be intelligent to have sex?

Yoko: Since I decided.

Sakina: Look over there. Tall, tanned, sexy, nice ass…damn he’s fine. Go talk to him!

Yoko: No.

Dan: Jesus Christ, go!

Rena: Even if he isn’t smart, he’s worth rolling around the sheet with!

Yoko: But then I have to wake up next to him…and realize he’s still stupid!

Sakina: Who said you had to stay?

Yoko sighs and stands up. She moves over to the guy and begins a conversation. It seems to go slowly, but Yoko begins to open up and smiles.

Rena: I’m glad we got over that hurdle!

Sakina: Thank god. Now all of us are getting some action tonight.

Dan: Not me. I’m thinking of sitting at home and watching a movie.

All: WHAT!?

Dan: Yeah, I think I am.

Rena: Oh My God.

Sakina: Go die. What’s gotten into you?

Dan: Nothing. I’m just tired of the lame same nights.

The girls stare blankly at him. There is a long silence, and Sakina looks at Rena.

Sakina: So anyways, how is the club going?

Rena: It’s going well, actually. Susan and Randall came last night.

Dan: How was that?

Rena: Horrible.

Sakina: What Happened?

Rena: Well…

She explains to them all about the night before, as the lights fade. All is different, and the gossip girls are no more.

((fade out))

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A new arrival (Credit: ??)

As the fans are waiting for the next match, the lights in the arena go out. The fans fall silent, wondering what this is all about… and then Goldberg’s theme plays, much to everyone surprise.

The message on the alphatron is short and to the point. It reads:

"In four days, Rourke will come, and Rourke will punish. Be prepared..."

The lights return, leaving everyone to wonder who this mysterious newcomer is, as the scene fades…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW Junior Title Match
Tornado vs. Rawt (Credit: Latino)

A title’s on the line next, and that has the crowd’s full attention as Philip enters the ring.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman this next match up is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Junior Title! Introducing first the challenger from Manchester, United Kingdom weighing in at 220 lbs at a height of 6’3….Tornado!

All lights go out and 40 Oz - D12 slowly starts and after 11 seconds a loud explosion is heard. All the lights come back on and Tornado sprints down to the ring. He leaps onto the apron and fluidly flips forward over the top rope. He lands on his feet and then starts hyping up the crowd.

Phillip: And the ACW Junior Champion…from Berlin, Germany weighing in at 300 lbs at a height of 6’9…Rawt!

Another one bites the dust by Queen starts to play as the fans are on their feet booing the champion. He walks down to the ring as the fans close by yell out in anger. The champion pays them no mind as he is more than confident and ready for his next match up and title defense for tonight. As he walks up the steps he looks over at his opponent with a smirk and then steps inside the ring. He holds up the Junior Title in the air as the bells ring throughout the arena.

* The Bell Rings *

Tornado and Rawt lock up in the middle of the ring as two the battle for dominance in the beginning of the match. The fans are already starting to cheer more and more for Tornado as he starts to gain some control. He pushes Rawt back, forcing him to arch his back, and then clips his left leg and knocks down the champion onto his back. He raises one knee up high and then swings it deep into Rawt’s torso. He keeps attacking with two more knee strikes and then grabs Rawt’s arm. He quickly tries to apply a Fujiwara Armbar. Rawt is furiously fighting the move and Tornado is himself struggling to lock it in. After a few more minutes of struggle Rawt delivers a punch to the side of the face. Tornado keeps the hold locked on but definitely feels the impact from the attack. After a few more seconds of more struggle and some questions from the Referee, Rawt throws another punch this time to Tornado’s ear. He releases the hold and grabs his ear as it’s now throbbing in pain. Rawt rolls to his side and gets back onto his feet as he grabs his arm in pain. He looks down at Tornado and viciously kicks in the ear once more. The fans are chanting for Tornado again as he rolls under the ropes still holding his ear in pain. Rawt drops down on the mats and rolls under the ropes. He quickly charges at Tornado with a big boot but he narrowly escapes as he ducks and Rawt accidentally hits a fan across the face. Security quickly comes through the crowd and pushes people out of the way. Rawt looks over surprised by what just occurred and Tornado comes from behind with a Roundhouse kick. He hits Rawt viciously across the back of the head.

Back in the ring the Referee is counting as he just yells out “THREE!” The camera cuts back to the outside and Tornado has just rammed Rawt’s head into the nearest steel post. Rawt nearly falls down onto his knees but Tornado grabs his arm and pulls him back onto his feet. He looks behind him and then whips Rawt towards the steel steps. He crashes into them hard and flips over them as the Referee just yells out “FOUR!” Tornado rolls in and out of the ring to break the count and then charges as he jumps on the outside barrier and then dives off with a dropkick to Rawt’s face. He falls back hard and Tornado gets back to his feet quickly and slides back inside the ring. The fans are now chanting “TORNADO! TORNADO! TORNADO!” repeatedly to the point that it reaches almost deafening levels. The Referee is counting once again as the seconds pass. Tornado climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms, playing off to the fans. He jumps down and starts yelling at the Rawt to get back in the ring. Rawt slowly gets up as he hears the Referee yells out “SIX!” The champion stands up and looks around him. He quickly pushes the timekeeper out his seat and grabs the steel. The Referee starts yelling at him not to bring it in but Rawt doesn’t listen as rolls into the ring and is back on his feet in seconds. The Referee grabs the chair but Rawt pulls it back and throws it on the ground. Before the Referee can push the chair out of the way Tornado comes charging with a Jumping Axe Kick. The Referee jumps back and out of the way but Rawt takes the impact once again. He falls down onto his side and then rolls on his back. Tornado looks down at Rawt and then at the turnbuckle just near. The fans instantly start cheering as they make the connection. Tornado starts climbing the turnbuckle and raises both arms to the fans as he gains his balance. He jumps and spins with The Whirlwind. Rawt rolls out of the way and Tornado slams face first into the mat. Rawt gets back to his feet with a smile on his face as he looks around to the fans in attendance. He reaches and grabs the chair. The Referee once again tries to grab the steel weapon but Rawt pushes him out the way. Tornado starts working back on his feet and Rawt turns around swinging. He viciously nails Tornado between the eyes. He falls down onto his back and the Referee calls for the bell as Rawt looks down with a evil smile on his face.

Phillip: Here is your winner by disqualification….Tornado! And STILL ACW Junior Champion…RAWT!

Rawt calls for his title as the fans all around the arena are booing madly. He snatches his title and then holds it up above Tornado’s bloody face. He yells out words that sound like “This Title is mine!” and then holds up it up in the air. He leaves the ring as EMT’s come running down to the ring. Rawt looks back with a smirk and leaves the arena with the title over his shoulder. They rush to his aid and stand him up. Tornado pushes them away a bit as he tries to stand on his feet. He walks on his own but stumbles a bit still feeling the effects from the chair shot. He drops down and rolls out of the ring as the fans keep cheering for him as the show cuts to commercial.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Sex, Lies, and Videotape (Credit: Rena/AK)

As the crowd settles back from a commercial, “Violet Sauce” by Namie Amuro hits the arena as new men who are topless and are wearing only loincloths are carrying Rena down the ramp. She is stretched out overtop them, and they place her down gently when they reach the end. Tonight, she is wearing a ‘Sydney Roosters’ Rugby Jersey with just white-laced panties and white pumps. The crowd is cheering for her attire, obviously pleased with not only her cultural acknowledgement but also the fact that she must be the hottest damn thing to wear that jersey. She smiles and spins around to much the males’ admiration. An ocean of drool begins as she drops a piece of jewelry and picks it up, well aware of what she is revealing. As she picks it up and replaces it back on her finger, she grabs a microphone.

Rena: Welcome Sydney Australia, to the best damn thing to happen to ACW…me!

The crowd cheers in agreement and waits for another drop of jewels, but to the surprise and sadness of the crowd, nothing happens.

Rena: Gentlemen, calm down. If you order my new sex tape, you can obviously see more than what this shitty programming lets you see on a regular basis. Trust me, I want to show you more…but it’s in ACW’s best interest, I suppose. A little nip-slip here and there isn’t all that bad is it?

The crowd cheers, showing it’s not as bad as the big boys in the back think. She smiles and scrunches her nose.

Rena: I can see how you all feel, but the guys in the back think a little differently. You see, them being totally gay, they would be fine with a dick-slip or ball-showing here or there, but a nipple and a vagina is just too appalling for them…hence barely any women are allowed in ACW. All these newcomers…all men…all weak.

A few boos can be heard, but there is a general silence.

Rena: Rawt, and his manager Gellian or Gello…or something like that. I wonder how much he pays her to be his manager. He couldn’t pay me enough, I’d tell you.

Laughs carry on through the crowd.

Rena: Tornado…I hit on him once, but he didn’t get the bait. Turns out…he’s gay! Sorry ladies, not that you would be disappointed even if he was straight. He’s got a face to turn a straight girl lesbian.

People gasp and begin gossiping violently.

Rena: Vladimir Rasputin…a Soviet Communist. I used to think that the tall, brooding communist Vladimir was so kinky, so I decided to go on a date with him. Let me tell you, listening to that god-awful USSR anthem was a kinky as it got.

A few giggles emerge.

Rena: TheOnlyRedsFan…wow, what a guy. We went out even after he found out I was a Yankee fan. But when he found out I had a vagina, “something suddenly came up” he said…but it definitely wasn’t his penis.

Rena: Santiago. The Italian Stallion…I heard all these rumors about how good in bed Italians are, but I later found out all the rumors were fake. At least one good thing came from the sex…I thought out my whole entire grocery list.

Laughing continues, even as Rena laughs out loud.

Rena: El Rey…I thought all those Mexicans had such stamina and were very hyper, a good candidate for hot sex. Talk about a Borgasm! I had to close my eyes and tell him to wake me up when he was done.

Rena: Scott Andrews, the Scarlet Assassin. He told me he was going to ‘assassinate’ my vagina…and I thought it was the hottest thing a guy ever said. I later found out that the hottest thing ever said was not a fulfilled promise. Instead of assassinating it, he more or less played with it. I have never felt so bored in my life. That was the day I couldn't help but be in the starfish position!

Rena: But there is one man I can always count on, ever since I joined ACW. Gingerdude, the man who I first slept with in this business and without him I would not be here. Every month I go to his office to show him my ‘gratitude’ for being in his company…but lately it has been so time-consuming. I have to go to his office, wait 30 minutes for the blue pill (Viagra) to kick in…and then we would have sex. You’d that he would be so experienced being at such an age, but he was so bad. And to think, a lot of the male wrestlers you see every night got the job the exact same way I did. I’m not going to name names, now.

The crowd screams ‘DOOO EIT’

Rena: No, I couldn’t possibly…Daredevil, BK London, Hunter, Yoko, Angelo and Kiev. I’m sure there are more, but I just can’t name them all. Ok, think of every male in ACW you can think of. Got them all? They have all probably fucked Ginger for a job or promotion!

The crowd is disgusted, but gives a short hoot and laugh.

Rena: There are very few females in ACW. AK is one of them, but-

“I'm a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield hits, and AK dressed in a business suit emerges from backstage speaking on her cell phone. She glances at Rena and glares, snapping her phone shut. A man passes her a microphone, and her voice encompasses the stage.

AK: That’s enough! Talk about flogging an idea to death… guys, just make up your own punchline to that last one. Something about male genitalia is probably appropriate, given the rest of Rena’s little speech.

The crowd snorts with laughter; Rena’s expression is icy.

AK: So anyway, good evening everyone, my name as you may well know is Alicia Kitsune, or as I believe I’m better known over here, “that pommy Sheila”.

More laughter, and a few cheers of agreement.

AK: Now, to business… Rena, Rena, Rena. I’m surprised that you, of all women, think that you have a right to bitch about everyone. I am proud, though, that you can openly say you are the biggest slut in the world- make that the universe.

Rena: I beg your pardon?

AK: Granted. I mean, it’s not every day you see a women dressed as you are, who goes on and on about how they’ve screwed every roster member in the back. Honesty is the best policy, eh? Well let me follow your example. You even tried to make a pass at me, however firstly I don’t find you in the least attractive in that sense, and secondly even if I did you and I both know I am a married woman…and I tend to keep my vows.

Rena: That’s funny…it would seem your husband doesn’t intend to keep his vows.

AK: Excuse me?

Rena: You and Latino have been together for as long as I have been here…and I’m sure he tells you everything about his life. But I think there’s one thing he forgot to tell you, and I am about to.

AK: Don’t even start with that bullshit, Rena. If you’ve something to say, say it. I’m a big girl and I can take your sniping.

Rena: Instead of saying it, why don’t I show it to you? Roll the clip!

The Alphatron lights up, showing an amateur video camera placed inside a plant. A Bed is shown through the camera lens, with Rena and a man appearing in front of it suddenly. The man's back faces the camera, and Rena is grappling him in a lip-lock. He is speaking softly to her in Spanish, and she growls at him in sweet satisfaction. She spun him around, showing his face for just a fraction of a second. It is Latino, kissing Rena and pushing her on the bed. The clip cuts out.

Rena: Sorry you had to see that, AK.

Everyone looks at Alicia. Emotions are fighting for space on her countenance, but she suppresses them and maintains her cool exterior.

AK:……I bet you are.

Rena: I guess it just goes to show you that Latino has some secrets that he has kept from you. What a great foundation for a marriage…secrets.

AK: I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer. But I will show you how I feel, Jezebel – you’re not going to be sleeping with anyone for a long time by the time I’ve finished taking you apart.

AK cracks her knuckles, and the crowd starts to get noisy, waiting for things to kick off.

Rena: Oh really? Well, I’m sorry to say that all these men wouldn’t want to see sexy me all destroyed at the hands of a bulky, dried-up career woman who is married to an alchie piece of shit…also known as you.

The crowd is losing patience with Rena; AK is way ahead of them.

AK: Oh, keep talking, honey, this is the last chance you’re going to have to run your mouth for a few weeks. Just stay there, I’ll be with you in about 3 seconds to start kicking your arse.

AK takes a step forward, but Rena cuts her off.

Rena: Don’t bother right now. We should wait until Winter’s Discontent to have some fun. You don’t want to ruin it right now…in front of Australia…Japan is way better.

The crowd has now turned on Rena totally, booing her exceptionally.

AK: That’s your opinion… personally, I think that Australia deserves something, so I have scheduled you a match as of now. You will be in a hardcore bra and panties match against Gary!

Rena: Wait- What? You can’t do that!

AK’s cellphone rings. She answers it, listens, and then smiles sweetly at Rena.

AK: “Mr. Viagra” says I can.

The crowd cheers loudly.

Rena: Who the fuck is Gary?

AK: You’ll see soon enough. Have a good night, Rena.

Rena seems confused, but as the Queen of bra and panties, she does not seem so nervous….

((Fade out))