Thursday Night Meltdown 30th March 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Thursday Night Warfare 30th March 2006

Schedule of Matches:
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Angelus Kincaid vs. Santiago Rivera

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Cold Blooded Killers vs. Code Red

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The Great Kuda vs. Jake Cheng

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Rattlesnake vs. TBA

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Dan White vs. Nina Starr

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RDK vs. Predator

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Hunter vs. Torak

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: A Glorious Return? (Credit: ??/AK)

The metaphorical dust is still settling after ACW’s 22nd PPV, a night that won’t be quickly forgotten by the ACW faithful. The arena is once again full, and there is a happy buzz of anticipation from the assembled fans as the lights dim, and Meltdown opens with its traditional burst of pyro and thumping rock. The cameras pan, letting the fans crowd around to get themselves on tv and show off their many banners and other works of art.

The noise over the P.A. dies down, and the fans become a little quieter in response, although there’s still a strong undercurrent of noise. With the arena still darkened, an unfamiliar piece of music begins, and the crowd instantly sits up and pays attention, unsure of what’s going on.

In a moment, everything can change
Feel the wind on your shoulder
For a minute, all the world can wait
Let go of your yesterday

Can you hear it calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing
And take control?

As the music crescendos to the chorus, there is a burst of white pyro, and a familiar, smiling figure strides out on to the stage. The fans are at once on their feet, cheering loudly as she walks toward the ring, mic in hand.

Fly…
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away,
You can…shine
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life
And start to try
Cause it's your time…
Time to fly

The crowd is still in full flow as Alicia reaches the ring and walks up the steps to enter it. ACW’s first lady has the glimmering World title belt over her shoulder, freshly adorned with a bright new nameplate, and she walks slowly around waiting for the noise to subside as her new theme fades out. After another 30 seconds or so the fans finally start to become short of breath, letting Alicia at last get a word in edgeways.

AK: Thankyou all for your generous welcome… this last Saturday at Genocide I was honored to face 7 of ACW’s top and rising stars. It was without doubt the toughest battle that I have ever had to face and with skill, tenacity and a large dose of fortune I was able to walk out the new ACW World Champion-

The fans interrupt her as they start cheering once again. A loud “Atomic” chant starts up and she cannot help but smile as she looks around the entire arena. She waits a few moments and again holds the microphone to her lips.

AK: But even disregarding the outcome, what a match, eh? I watched it in full at home over the weekend and I was shouting “No way!” at the telly probably just as much as all of you were. TNT in his element, Predator and Holocaust flying the flag for Fallout, Jonny proving once again that he’s able to mix it with the very best, and then of course my own personal highlight, my own battle with Senator Steve Phillips. I still can’t quite believe I managed to eliminate him, and I can only say that my respect for the Senator has never been higher than it is right now. And to top it all, going head to head with BK London in the final chamber… that’s an experience I’ll never forget. So, before I do anything else, I’d like to express my gratitude to everyone who took part in the Asylum, as well as all those who worked behind the scenes. Thanks, guys…

There is another round of applause and cheering for this sentiment. Alicia pushes her hair back, and continues.

AK: So, I guess you’re all wondering where we go from here? Who’s left for me to take on after such a stupendous match? Well-


The lights suddenly shut off, taking everyone unawares, and AK becomes silent. All the fans are unsure what is going on and everyone in the backroom is scrambling to try and get the lights back on. Suddenly, out of nowhere only one thing is heard all over the arena…….

GONG
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GONG
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GONG

The sound of an arena full of fans going nuts assaults the microphones; a spotlight shoots at the entrance and everyone’s attention is definitely in that same spot. It couldn’t be… after all this time… could it?

Seconds pass as if they were days until two cloaked figures are shown in the spotlight. They begin walking down the entrance ramp and behind them are two other figures also in cloaked fashion. The cameras zoom in on this and reveal that they are INDEED druids…..but these druids seem to be much more shorter in stature…..in fact they seem to be midgets.

SCCCRAAAAAAAAAAATTTTCCCCHHHHHHH!

The “druids” stop moving as the sound of a record scratching is heard. Everyone looks back towards the entrance just as two words are spoken over the speakers…

oOoOoOoOOOoOoOoOoOOo, LAAAATIIIIINO!!!!

The lights shoot back on in the blink of an eye and the “druids” throw off their cloaks to reveal themselves as….MINI-LATINOS? The beats to Pitbull’s “Oye” start to play and the Mini-Latinos start dancing to the beat; the crowd is once again flipping out, but now for a quite different reason.

The mini-Latinos shimmy to the right and then shimmy to left and then finish off with a little Nature Boy Thrust. The fans can’t help but enjoy what they see and then all turn in unison to the entrance…

There is a tiny pause, and then Latino comes out through the curtains like a furball full of energy, sending the noise output in the arena to near-illegal levels. He instinctively starts moving to beats himself and moves his arms up as the song beats increase. The fans are now practically throwing themselves over the barrier trying to touch Latino, but Security actually does its job and holds them back. Latino looks around with that signature smile and then sees all his little Mini-Latinos dancing around. He then points down to the ring and sees the eternal object of his desire and starts slapping his chest as he starts walking down entranceway. The Mini- Latinos follow along mimicking his every move. He jumps onto the apron and then holds up the ropes as the Mini- Latinos clamber on the apron and then slide inside the ring. They all scatter around the ring and Latino finally enters behind them; AK just watches all of this with a huge smile. She hands him her mic as the fans are all chanting “Latino! Latino! Latino!”

AK (under her breath): You cheeky sod, you told me the doctors weren’t letting you out until Saturday…

Latino just raises an eyebrow and grins before turning his attention outward to the crowd.

Latino: Oye mi gente, mi familia, y….mi amor! It’s been a long, LONG time since I’ve been in an ACW ring and what surprise do I get to see? My mami is the new World champion!

The fans pop again as they don’t seem to tire of hearing that yet.

Latino: When I heard that news I knew that nothing was going to stop me from coming back, y ahora I’m here and here for good. You see there are two things that I need to take care of and one thing is el monstruo Torak. If you think that we were done just because of that attack….YOU ARE WRONG! But you know as much as I want to kick his ass that will be put on the back burner for now. The second thing that I came here for is this beautiful and very sexy Mami over here.

Latino turns his direction to his wife and grabs her hand giving it a kiss. She blushes as if it were for the first time and the couple does not hesitate to embrace and of course slip in a proper kiss, generating an obligatory “Oooooooooh!” reaction from the fans. Latino then brings the mic to his lips and continues to talk.

Latino: You see I would never, ever leave this woman alone and tonight is no exception.

Latino looks back at Atomic’s newly won title before carrying on.

Latino: Looking at that title reminds me of something and that’s the upcoming Fallen Heroes Rumble. Now don’t get me wrong Chulita I love that you won that title but you know just as much as I do that I’ve been so close yet so far from it. So tonight….I make my announcement as the first entry into the Fallen Heroes match.

The fans cheer this enthusiastically; Atomic now takes the microphone and a step back making sure not to bump into any of the Mini-Latinos that are running around the ring. She looks around at these and smiles again.

AK: Well, that was a flashy entrance…

The crowd laughs, and Latino shrugs with a smile.

AK: Victor “Latino” Laureano, I know you probably better than anyone else does… and so it doesn’t surprise me at all that your desire for this belt is as strong as ever. All I want you to know is that I love you, and I’ll be behind you every step of the way as you prepare for the Fallen Heroes Rumble… and you can be certain that I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that it’s me you’ll be facing at Omega Effect.

The crowd pops at the thought of such a match-up.

AK: In the meantime, though, I’m ready and waiting to take on anyone who thinks they have what it takes to beat me. But don’t underestimate the task, my friends… now that I have the belt, and I have the man I love back at my side, my strength is at an all-time high. You still haven’t seen the best of me… and on that note, I’ll make way for the rest of the evening’s entertainment. Enjoy the show, everyone.

”Fly” hits again as Alicia exits the ring, and she and Latino head up the ramp together, taking a little time to greet the fans who are pressing against the barriers. The Mini-Latinos follow them, and Alicia furrows her brow.

AK: Honey… are those guys, you know, permanent?

Latino laughs.

Latino: No, Chula, they’re just hired for tonight.

Alicia smiles.

AK: So… if you’ve paid them for the evening, what else can we do with them?

Latino pauses, and thinks for a moment. Then he gets a smile on his face… but says nothing, and so leaves the question unanswered as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: What are your feelings…? (Credit: Tornado)

We fade into a familiar scene, the ACW Car Park, there is no-one around but the eerie silence is soon broken by the roar of a car engine, unsurprisingly. The camera whirls around and we see a Shelby GT-350 drive up the engine ramp. It is black with blacked out windows, sporting yellow ‘go faster stripes’. It crawls slowly around to the nearest available spot next to the door, the engine growling all the way. When the car comes to a halt the suited figure of Tornado steps out; clearly his beloved GT-350 has received a new paintjob.

He walks round the back, pops the trunk and pulls out a gym bag, obviously containing his wrestling gear. He smiles as he pulls out his Entertainment Title, resting it on his shoulder. Tornado may seem as confident as usual but there is a certain air of nervousness surrounding him and he practically leaps out of his skin as he door flies open and Charlotte King comes striding through the door. He spins around and breathes a sigh of relief, clearly relieved not to be laying his eyes on whoever he was expecting to see. Charlotte struts confidently over to where Tornado is shutting his boot.

Charlotte: I was wondering if I could grab a quick interview with you?

Tornado: If you must, but try and hurry up. I don’t have all day for idle chit-chat.

Charlotte: Ok…first of all, I’d like to congratulate you on your victory and ask what your comments on the match were.

Tornado: Well it was a great physical battle and Omega did a lot better than I gave him credit for. However, if anyone thought I was gonna tap out at the end they’re god damn fools! I am the best rising star in this industry today! I am The Next Big Thing dammit and there was NO way I was gonna send that match into sudden death and risk losing this title.

He pats the title draped over his left shoulder and grins cockily.

Tornado: It will take a lot more than Jonny Omega to take this belt away from me!

Charlotte: The other thing I wanted to ask you about was what occurred after your match, with you receiving that Ultra-Powerful Yakuza Kick to the temple. What are your feelings about what happened to you?

Tornado: How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL?! How the hell do you think I feel? I was unfairly attacked, but he could never do it again. He only managed it because I was exhausted after my match…it will NOT happen again…I GUARANTEE IT!!

He shoves the cameraman out of the way and storms through the door. He is clearly still shaken by, and extremely pissed off about, what occurred after his title match at Genocide.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A score (and a match) to settle (Credit: Santiago)

We open back up in the arena as Ginger is shown in the ring with a mic in hand and his music quickly dies down, wanting to get into the action early.

Ginger: Ladies and gentlemen, at Genocide, we saw a match. Where, we just weren’t sure of a winner. Let’s go back.

We fade to the alphatron.

DK grapevines his legs around the crossrope and starts to pull at the title belt; Santiago tries to kick RDK in the back and force him to let go, but RDK will not give in now and Santiago becomes frustrated. He too shifts forward and grabs the belt as it starts to come loose; RDK pulls, and the vibrations make the X ropes shake violently. Both competitors almost look motion-sick, and Santiago makes one final attempt to get rid of his foe; he kicks him again, and this combined with the motion makes RDK let go with his legs. Both men dangle, holding the belt, and Santiago kicks RDK one more time; RDK’s hands slip, and as his weight is removed the belt finally is freed. Santiago yells in victory, but in the fraction of the second before the drop, RDK reaches under the ropes and grabs the belt again. The pair fall and land on their backs, and the referee looks totally confused as he sees that both of them are holding the title.

Ginger: There it is, and that is why I am out here. At the end you saw how the referee took the belt away from Santiago Rivera so..

He waves a person on as a referee slides into the ring and hands Ginger the International Belt.

Ginger: So here I am to declare ourselves an International Champion!

The crowd cheers as a RDK chant starts up in the arena.

Ginger: After lots of consideration and rewinding the tape and re-watching this..…..HERE IS YOU NEEEEEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!

Just as the crowd begins to cheer, knowing what Ginger is going to say “Click Click Boom” by Saliva hits the PA and Santiago walks out with a grin on his face.

Ginger: SANTIAGO RIIIIIIIIIIVERAAAA!

The crowd is confused as Santiago starts walking down to the ring and the cheers change to boos.

Santiago is handed a mic and he enters the ring as the music cuts down. Ginger hands Santiago the title belt as the boos get louder.

Santiago: YES! YES! Y-E-S!

Ginger: What I meant by NEW, is he’s starting up on his 84th day as champion, after breaking the 80th day, it’s like being a new champion again!

Santiago: And Ginger, I have to say, it feels great, BREAKING RDK’S FORMER INTERNATIONAL TITLE REIGN! And tonight, Angelus Kincaid becomes my bitch after what he did to me after Ultimate X. He jumped me from behind and that is just cheap if you ask me. So tonight, I challenged him to a match!

The crowd cheers, wanting Angelus to finish the job on Santiago.

Santiago: However I don’t know if I’m 100%. My back did take a pretty bad beating, but what the hell, I’ll take him anyways.

Cheering is heard and Santiago gets suspicious. He turns all around looking and then sees Randy moving through the crowd. He hops the barricade and into the ring as Santiago bails out. Ginger then realizes and tries to leave but RDK grabs him by the suit. He yanks him around and hits the Macho Slam as Santiago walks backwards holding the International Title. RDK then walks to the ropes and signals for the International title stating that it belongs to him. Santiago looks to have a look of terror upon his face as the scene begins to fade.

End of Scene.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A New Beginning (Credit: Jake Cheng)

Relaxation. Something that is deserved by most people after they wrestle in a huge pay-per-view match. Relaxation. Something that is deserved more by people that actually win their huge pay-per-view match. This very condition is being used, and abused, by Jake Cheng as he watches the Matrix trilogy for the umpteenth time this week. Now, don’t get me wrong, the trilogy isn’t that bad, but its gets stale after the twentieth view of all three movies. But there will be some good news soon...

Jonny, coming into the locker room: Good news! Netflix is here!

Jake: Yay! What did we get?

Jonny: Sin City and Wedding Crashers.

Jake: Yay! Non-matrix movies.

Red: Finally. Now we can turn that crap off.

Jake: It’s not crap, it’s....

Red: Yeah, whatever. Jake, come look at this.

Jake: It better be something good.

Red: It is. You got fan mail.

Jake practically leaps out of his chair, but there is a problem. The coffee table. In the process of the leap, Jake bangs his knee on the coffee table. After a minute of so of struggling, Jake gets to the computer where Red opens his e-mail up.

Jake’s eyes go back and forth as he reads the e-mail on the page. When he is finished, he straightens up and strokes his beard.

Red: What does it mean?

Jake: It looks like I am in some deep shit. Print it out.

Red presses some keys, and then printer starts make noises as it works to print out this mysterious e-mail.[/i]

Jake: Why were you read my e-mails anyway?

Red: Woah, look at the time. Gotta get ready for my match.

Red gets off of the computer chair and walks quite quickly into his room. Jake smirks, and gets the “carbon copy” of his e-mail before retreating into his room.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Angelus Kincaid vs. Santiago Rivera

Time for the first match of the evening, and Philip’s first appearance in the squared circle. The fans cheer as he steps though the ropes, mic in hand.

Philip: This first match is a singles match set for one fall… introducing first, from Pine Barrens New Jersey… Angelus Kincaid!

”Progenies of the Great Apocalypse” plays through the dark arena, and the fans boo (albeit with restraint) as the towering figure of Angelus appears on the stage. He walks slowly to the ring, chilling onlookers with a glance to left and right, and then enters by stepping right over the ropes. Philip swallows hard, and adjusts his collar as the lightning flashes die back.

Philip: And his opponent, from Syracuse, New York, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… Santiago Rivera!

”Click Click Boom” hits, and accompanies Santiago down the ramp. Santiago pays little attention to the fans, all his attention is on the giant in the ring. He slides in, and Philip exits as the referee sees Angelus eying Santiago with a hungry look. Not wanting to lose control before the match even starts, the referee calls for the bell.

Bell rings.

The fans are being treated to an unusually strong opening match tonight, and their enthusiasm is clear to behold as they watch Santiago and Angelus moving closer to one another. Santiago is clearly still angry over the events at Genocide, and he is aching to give Angelus some payback – but against the largest and debatably most deranged superstar in the fed, that’s not going to be an easy task. Santiago’s first attack of chops seems to do little to his opponent, and Angelus simply smirks under his full-face mask, shoving Santiago back with a mighty palm and sending him backward on to the mat. The crowd is alarmed at such effortless power, but Santiago is not similarly overawed, and nips back up on to his feet at once. He launches forward with a spinning kick to the stomach, and this does make Angelus flinch so that Santiago’s following superkick connects. Angelus stumbles back and leans against the ropes as his head spins.

Eager to capitalize further, Santiago moves forward again and starts to punch Angelus repeatedly in the chest and abdomen. The referee cautions Santiago for using closed hands, but in fact this is the least of his worries as Angelus halts the assault with a mighty boot. Santiago is literally taken off his feet and hits the mat back-first; Angelus closes the gap, lifts Santiago up and delivers a Dominator that makes the ring shake on impact. He makes a cover, pressing his weight against Santiago and staring right into his eyes; no one would blame Santiago for being intimidated, but still he kicks free at the 2 count. Angelus tries to grasp Santiago once again, but Santiago wisely rolls out of the way and drops out of the ring. As Angelus comes after him, Santiago puts on a burst of speed, dashes around behind his foe and re-enters the ring, rushing forward and leaping into a dropkick as Angelus turns back to face him. Angelus is brought down, and the fans yell as Santiago quickly decides how best to act.

Knowing he has little time, Santiago goes for a Full Nelson and gets into position behind Angelus. Santiago is strong and determined, but applying such a hold to a man of Angelus’ size is no easy task, and try as he might Santiago can’t quite get it locked. Angelus’ eyes narrow, and as he forces his way back up to his feet he actually lifts Santiago off of the mat due to his height. Before Santiago can let go, Angelus throws his arms and upper body forward, and the crowd screams as Santiago goes flying over Angelus’ shoulders and lands flat on his back. Angelus gives Santiago a glance, and then lets himself fall forward into a splash; Santiago desperately tries to roll aside, but Angelus still impacts one half of his body, and Santiago winces as he gets up, with pain in his shoulder, arm and leg on his left side…

With the scent of pain now in his nostrils, Angelus does not hold back and rains down blows upon Santiago, to the extent that Santiago has trouble remaining upright. Hampered by the previous impact, Santiago realizes that he must end this match quickly, or defeat will be certain; tapping into his inner reserves of strength he finds all the speed he has, and keeps darting around behind Angelus, kicking at his knee joints and lower back. Angelus becomes ever more frustrated and keeps circling, but neglects to realize the perils of rotating rapidly on the spot in the same direction… and when his dizziness becomes critical and he stumbles sideways across the ring, Santiago knows it’s his time to act. As Angelus reaches the ropes, Santiago rushes in and quickly DDTs him, which is an effort in itself; Angelus is too heavy for any of Santiago’s impact moves, so before the big man can rise, Santiago runs to the corner, climbs up, and with everything crossed jumps off into his Mexican Frogsplash. If Angelus moves, it’s over… but his relative lack of speed lets the monster down, and Santiago connects. The referee is on hand for the count, and the crowd counts with him to the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner… Santiago Rivera!

Santiago’s music hits, but celebrating is not top of his list of priorities; Angelus has grasped his conquerer, and does not look at all pleased. Santiago struggles, but his efforts in the match render him too weak to escape, and the crowd screams out as Angelus nails his “Gravedigger” (standing crucifix powerbomb). Santiago is left in a semi-conscious heap, and the referee calls for medical assistance as Santiago stirs on the mat. Angelus exits the ring with a cruel smirk beneath the mask… once again he’s shown that even victory over him can be costly.

The fans watch, hoping that Santiago will be OK, as the show takes a commercial break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Nightmare on ACW Street - Part 1 (Credit: Tornado)

We see a head-on shot of Tornado; he is storming down the corridors towards us. The camera man stays stationary, foolishly, and the last shot we see is an extreme close-up of an extremely irate Tornado’s face, his features contorted in a weird mixture of fear and rage. The picture spins and we hear the cameraman go crashing to the ground following a loud grunt from the anti-social Tornado. For a second all we can see is chaos on our screen until the technical team get the situation in hand and switch to the 2nd camera which has just reached the scene.

It follows Tornado down the corridor, past The Untouchables locker room, past the Code Red locker room and into his own, largely disused, locker room. He flicks the lights on, drops his bag on the floor and quickly removes his suit…changing into a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and a pair of fingerless gloves. He stands up and throws a few shadow-boxing punches, missing the wall by millimetres, before making his way over to the punch bag in the centre of the room. He proceeds to hit it with a flurry or fights and lefts and begins unleashing some fierce kicks as the door slams shut and the room is plunged into darkness. We can hear Tornado yelling, his voice has gone strangely high pitched as he battles to prise open a seemingly locked door.

Instantaneously the lights come back on and the door is flung open. Tornado dives out of it to see if there’s anyone there…but he cannot see anyone even though he can see for 200 yards each way. Confused, he makes his way back into his room where he recoils in disgust…there is copious amounts of blood dripping off the Punch Bag and the word ‘Pray…’ is scrawled across the wall in a crimson liquid. Tornado looks like he has seen a ghost as the entire amount of colour drains from his cheeks and he flees the scene.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Fitsharris Tale - Part I: Dancing With Mary Jane (Credit: Hunter)

Every tale, no matter how long or short, simple or complicated, or strange or ordinary is always vastly entertaining if told or seen in the correct manner. And such tales happen daily, unbeknownst to all in the world. And sometimes one gets so lucky as to hear or see these stories. Today would appear to be such a day...

The scene fades in as usual, joining the ever engaging Kevin Fitsharris of the Capitalists as he traverses through the maze of ACW corridors, not really looking for anything in particular. Some envy his free soul and his carefree lifestyles. Like any radiant child, he can explore his world through any means possible and enjoy all that he finds. Today will be a strange day for him, but he has yet to realize it. In fact, some doubt he ever will.

Fitsharris: "If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now. It's just..."

His voice dies away slowly as he brings his rendition of Stairway to Heaven down to a whistle. He looks over to his left and sees a door that bears the nameplate "Senatorial Office." He shrugs slowly, and then turns towards the door and turns the doorknob slowly, gaining entry into his somewhat humble abode. But alas, for our dear friend the room is empty and he is left to simply close the door once more and continue on his pathway around the arena.

Fitsharris: "Cause I'm as free is a bird now...and this bird you cannot CHAYAYAYAYAYAYAYANGE!!!"

Though the act of killing amazing rock songs is often forbidden in society, Fitsharris seems to get away with it happily, given no one has caught him. He continues walking, and then he remembers something that he must do. He searches frantically for a door around him, and luckily he is able to find the door of his desire, walking up to it and hastily knocking on it.

Fitsharris: Memnoch? You there?

The door bearing the name "Lost Boys" does not open, an action that displeases our hero. He turns the doorknob, and when he hears a click on the other side, his curiosity gets the better of him. He enters the room, which looks strangely like the interior of...well...no one can quite describe it, thus this omniscient narrator will not attempt to. But the interior of the room is far from normal. But Fitsharris explores it peacefully, not startled by anything inside this sanctuary.

Fitsharris: Memnoch, where are you? I've got that thing I wanted to show---

His voice stops when his eyes catch the delectable form of a pan of brownies. He approaches them cautiously, making sure that this is not a trap.

Fitsharris: ...well, it looks safe. Brownies. Oh boy, this'll be great!

He reaches his hand over the wrapping and grabs it with two fingers. He quickly pulls the wrapping up and exposes their scent to his nostrils. But this scent is strange and new to him...

Fitsharris: AH! It's such a strong scent! What'd they do to these things?

He notices the tinges of green inside of the brownies, but pays them no mind, thinking they are simply mints of sorts. He wraps his fingers around the sweet treat and brings it up to eye level.

Fitsharris: Now listen, buster, you don't like me...and I sure as hell don't like you. But the fact of the matter is, I'm hungry...and you're the only one here.

He opens his mouth wide and chomps down on the brownie, swallowing almost half of it in less than ten seconds. His digestive system does its daily work, taking the brownie as fast as he swallows it. But another chemical changes its course and heads somewhere else, the effects of which are felt instantly.

Fitsharris: Woah...this stuff...is...like...*heh*...strong.

He stumbles a little bit, and then finishes the brownie a few moments later. Following this course of action, he slowly approaches the door and opens it, tripping over air and find himself sailing into the wall ahead of him. He quickly stumbles back up and dusts himself off.

Fitsharris: I've...gotta...like...and...yeah...locker room...uh...I...Kalb...

He continues speaking, but no one watching can quite understand his words. Such an effect due to special brownies usually takes much longer, but Fitsharris' system is much weaker than others. Now officially under the influence of a substance he is unfamiliar with, who knows what Fitsharris could do? And no, time will not tell. This omniscient narrator with the help of another will tell.

And so the tale goes on and on...

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Breaking Rules (Credit: WeDrag)

Dodging in between shadows, and lurking in the background. Dan appears to be hiding himself away from any form of contact between the outside world. Was it that he is still upset about losing to the monstrous Angelus and Torak at Genocide? Was it because the Senatorial Stable couldn’t do their job and actually save the match? Dan appears to be holding something in a large carrier bag. Dan sniffs. It could be a cold, but what if it’s trying to hide something else that he’s shoved up his nose? Has Dan fallen into a downward spiral due to yet another PPV defeat, with problem after problem and he’ll end up a junkie, with nothing going for him apart from cheap wine wrapped in card and having to dance for coppers?! No, to be fair. You see Dan isn’t suffering any problems, not mentally at least. So he lost to Torak, but he was able to have the courage to step forward and challenge his fear, rather than remain curled up in a tiny ball, rocking back and forth sucking his thumb in the corner. He tried and failed to beat his phobia, but at least that’s behind him now. He can now look positively into the future, with the only burden being that he failed to defeat his rival.

Anyways, enough rambling. Dan lurks around corners, stealth-like like Sam Fisher. He checks every corner, every door that appears to be ajar. He is crouch walking down the corridor, when he hears two people talk. He leaps behind a wall, ear poised to hear whether or not the voices are coming closer. Alas, they aren’t and the conversation between the two (or more) men appears to be non-important. Dan silently grasps the bag tightly and holds it close to his body. He’s determined not to let the bag be seen, whatever it may hold. He runs past a junction in the hallway, and again isn’t seen. This is a wipe-the-brow job most definitely, as Dan continues his trek down the hallway. He’s in an unfamiliar part of the building, or at least it is only now that it’s unfamiliar. Dan passes these locker rooms, with names on the doors reading ’Bob Di’Las’, and ‘Orochi’, and Rico Miles’. Dan shudders at the thought of the last name, as he tries to negotiate with himself whether or not he should head left or right. He chooses to go right, and the locker room names bear more recent names, such as Kiley Johnson and Dixie Clemets. He’s stumbled upon the old area of the divas, when they were still around. He sees one of the doors, and it reads ‘Jessie Hall’. Dan smirks to himself as he is reminded of his former girlfriend, and how he broke her heart, or mainly her back.

Rena Matheson and Jade Amuro are the final two locker rooms, and both bear a star next to their name plates. As the then – Divas coordinators, they got such precious stars placed next to their name. Dan chuckles as he sees the two locker rooms, and tries to enter. However neither door budges, and one can only assume they’ve been locked, and for the better, never to be reopened. But one must also wonder what the fuck Dan is doing now? He hardly appears interested anymore in the bag that he’s holding, and whilst he has a death grip on it, he sees crew members pass him by, and he doesn’t make any sudden movements. Dan continues down the road, and comes up against another fork in the road. Dan goes left by instinct, but walks down and sees the very people he’s been avoiding all day.

The anti-videogame patrol.

Dan turns around and runs in the opposite direction. Fortunately for the Welsh Dragon, it appears that he wasn’t caught in sight by any of the group. The ‘No Videogames Allowed’ policy has certainly hit a toll on several wrestlers in the backstage area. Wrestlers such as Jonny Spade and Gooey Garth, unable to play their precious Mortal Kombat – not even on the road. Dan took it in his stride to save his ACW peers, and went out after Genocide to try and buy a Playstation 2. So what happens? He walks into the store, and sees that there has been a ban on any ACW member buying videogames of any sort. Dan picks up a Nintendo DS, but again is refused. Even a memory card isn’t allowed to be purchased. Not even Friends Season Five, the ONLY one missing in the collection. Bah, see if Dan ever shops at HMV again. But not content with purchasing nothing, Dan buys a packet of Pokemon Cards.

“They were for my brother….Honest….”

Dan stops again at the divas locker room area, his temporary hiding hole for now. He looks in the bag, pulling out the Slimline PS2 and smiles. He looks at his two games, which are Alien Hominid, and Pro Evolution Soccer 5. Dan hears a noise, and places the items back into the bag. The noises appear to get louder, and they have that familiar, broad tone on them. Dan just finishes placing the items into his bag, when he sees the group that he dreaded. They walk past him, appearing not to take any notice of what he’s carrying, until one of them suddenly pins Dan against the wall. Dan struggles and manages to let himself go, and to his relief, is still carrying the plastic bag. They begin to question him, but Dan shrugs them off. What was in the bag was a new item of clothing for tonight’s match, and Dan would rather not be disturbed. Suddenly though, as he turns away, the chord to a controller slips out the bag. The group nearly doesn’t notice, until one turns back to wish him luck in tonight’s match. Two seconds later, and we have ourselves an old fashioned chase.

The group chases Dan down a hallway, and Dan makes a swift exit stage right. But the group doesn’t fall for any of those cartoon antics, and follow the Welsh Dragon. The group may not be fast, but when their paycheck is at stake, they’re always up for a chase. Dan manages to outrun them, and by quite a large factor. But the chase has taken a toll on his stamina, and with a must-win match coming up shortly against Nina Starr, Dan needs to rest. He could always throw the bag, but that would be most unlike Dan. Instead, he throws himself into an open door, shutting it before the anti-videogame groups comes around the corner, so they don’t know where he went. But Dan is far from safe. Several calls claim that he can’t have gone very far from the area, as nobody could have outrun them by an entire length of a hall. Dan smacks his forehead. This was a bad mistake. Had he continued running, he most likely would have outrun the group. He hears calls to try the doors, and a couple of attempts see doors shut. Dan sparks another idea, and locks the door to where he’s hiding at. He waits silently. He’s hardly able to notice, but he hears the door handle rattle. The group member is obviously impatient, as he furiously shakes the handle. A couple of seconds later and he stops. But there have been calls for the hallway to be monitored. In other words, Dan has no chance of bailing.

Dan quietly looks under his door, and sees a pair of feet. He’s able to look down the hall ever so slightly, and he sees several other pairs of feet. Dan sighs, but his phone begins to vibrate. With himself poised in a lying position, he’s paranoid of the vibrations sending waves down the hallway. But to be frank, no vibrating phone could do that. Especially not a Seimans…What? Dan quickly leaps to his feet, and opens his phone. It’s a call from Jake, so nothing important obviously. But there’s enough light to brighten up the whole room. Dan keeps the light on and sees that he’s in the janitor’s closet. There’s nothing special of note, apart from a pair of green flippers, and a vent. But aha! The vent surely holds an idea of how to get out of the room! Dan grins as he opens the vent, and places a foot in. But no, the vent is too small. Damn. Dan looks around the room, and sees another doorway. Intrigued, Dan tries to open the door, but fails to do so.

He turns around and grabs the keys on the desk. He tries a key, and it’s first time success for Dan! He sees that the room leads to a staircase. There’s a sign on the wall:

”Steam Room and Underground Tunnels This Way”

It may not be the prettiest way to go, but it’s the only way to go. Dan begins walking down the steps, out of the camera’s sight. But the camera turns to the door of the Janitor’s Closet, and there appears to be a fist broken through the door. The fist turns into a hand, and the hand unlocks the door. As the door is opened, the camera turns back at the backdoor entrance to the steam corridors, and the fact that the door is open…

Fade Out…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Not even close to over (Credit: BK)

As we fade into the scene we come upon the ACW parking lot, the camera pans down the several cars owned by ACW superstars and finally stops by the parking lot automatic door. The door starts to roll up and slowly the headlights of what appears to be the 2007 BMW 530xi Sedan illuminate the somewhat dimly lit parking lot.

As the car rolls up into the parking lot and standing by is none other than ACW interviewer Charlotte King. The car door of the driver's seat swings open and out comes BK London, who doesn't look too happy about the events at the conclusion of the Asylum, and the fact that Charlotte is going to badger him for an interview won't help.

Charlotte: BK! BK! Can we get a word from you about the outcome of the Genocide match?

BK....

BK glares at Charlotte before walking to the back of the car and pulling out his luggage and heading down the corridor, but Charlotte continues to ask the hard hitting questions.....that BK really doesn't want to answer.

Charlotte: BK! What are your thoughts on the new ACW Champion, Atomic Kitsune?!

BK:....

Charlotte: .....And how do you feel on waiting an entire year to win go up for the ACW Heavyweight Championship, and falling short of your goal?

BK stops dead in his tracks in the hallway. He releases his luggage from his hand and it appears that Charlotte has triggered something inside of BK. BK turns around and he grabs Charlotte by her shoulders and pins her up against the wall hard.

BK(demonic voice): Listen...alright. I've had no problem kicking the lips off of chicks before, and I won't hesitate doing it to you. Now if you want an answer to all of your silly questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them. But I'm going to make sure every hears it loud and clear, that's why I'm going towards the people. Get it. Got it. Good!

BK releases his vice like grip on the shoulder of Charlotte and she holds her shoulders in pain as BK walks angrily toward his locker room.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Five Days (Credit: Hunter)

We return from the commercial break to receive a patented pan across the ACW arena, exposing the ACW fans to a few seconds of stardom as they are the sole people that those viewing at home focus on. But soon the camera focuses only on the stage, and the lights slightly dim as the fans quiet down, awaiting the arrival of one of ACW's finest. "Ex Nihilo" hits the speakers shortly after the fans have time to think about this...and then ends moments later. The fans are slightly confused, considering the possibility of technical difficulties. But instead, the all-too-familiar sound of a scratching record curses their ears, and some heavy chords start playing. And moments later, "The Divine Wings Of Tragedy - Part II - In The Room Of Thrones" blares in its entirety, trimmed around certain parts to allow the metal instrumental to please the ears of those listening. And at this moment, Hunter walks out, strolling casually down the ramp to the ring, sliding in and kicking at the trench-coat that gets in his way. He grabs a mic and takes off his dark sunglasses, sliding them into his pocket. The fans notice something different about him, and it is not the absence of gold around his waist.

Hunter: It has been roughly five days since I lost my title at Genocide. It's quite strange, as I still do not care as much as I probably should. I understood my feeling of not wanting to keep the title at the time of the match, but I expected to be upset at myself for doing what I did a few days later. And still...nothing. Five days of reality and the feeling has not sunk in. And perhaps it never will.

The fans do not cheer, nor do they boo. They listen intently, almost as confused as Hunter is about his actions at Genocide.

Hunter: But I guess a comforting thing is that Atomic Kitsune won the title from me. And she truly did deserve it, so I won't argue with that whatsoever. Still...I can't shake that feeling that what I did was wrong---

"Ginger's Theme" hits the speakers instantly, stopping Hunter in his tracks and giving him an opportunity to look down at the mat with a hint of a grin on his face. The infamous chairman of ACW comes out and stands on the stage sternly, attempting to strike fear into the hearts of many. But Hunter's heart knows no more fear.

Ginger: So, you're just going to abandon everything, is that it? You know, I had a feeling you would abandon the Asylum, and I was right. But somehow, just a little sense found its way into your head and you decided to come back. And just as soon as it came, it left! And you just walked out of the Asylum for no good reason?

Hunter: Are you deaf? Did you miss that entire story I told you---

Ginger: Oh get over your sob story! You abandoned the Asylum, and you abandoned your title!

Hunter: That's true. But my reasoning was fine.

Ginger: Like hell it was. The Asylum could have been an even better match than it was already had you stayed!

Hunter: I doubt that. BK and AK seemed to have done a great job filling in for me.

Ginger: Your arrogance is amusing. But at this point, it will get you nowhere. You tried to one-up me; you even dared to laugh at me after you left the match! Well you can never outsmart me, as far as I'm concerned. And so saying that, tonight you're going to be booked in a match. And this match will be against...against...

Hunter leans relaxingly against the ropes as Ginger looks at the roof and hopes for some inspiration. And somehow, it comes to him.

Ginger: ...a man you've never faced before, and a man who I am more than certain will destroy you...

Hunter's eyebrow slightly raises itself.

Ginger: ...TORAK!

The fans cheer as Ginger quickly turns around and walks away, hoping that Hunter will not have the audacity to jump him in front of everyone. But Hunter does not seem so worried. As noted earlier, Hunter has forgotten what true fear is, and because of this he takes the news lightly. "The Divine Wings Of Tragedy - Part II - In The Room Of Thrones" hits the speakers once more as Hunter slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp quietly. It is more than just his appearance, however; he genuinely is not worried.

And this may be his fatal mistake.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Tom Sawyer (Credit: ??)

We see Fancy Dan, Packrat Red, and A-1 Capone standing in the surprisingly empty Triple A office. Fancy Dan is on a cell phone while the other two are listening, but quickly shuts it off.

Capone: Who was that? New job?

Dan: Nah, that was Ash and Aoyama. They said they wouldn’t be here tonight, for some reason.

Red: What about that Aurelia?

Dan: I’m thinking no, since they told me to handle things if something comes up. Do you know what this means?

Red: What?

Dan: This means I’m in charge, and you two are the goons.

Capone: …But we’re always the goons.

Dan: Well now you’re subgoons. And since I’m in charge, that means you’re handling things.

Red: But they put you in charge, boss.

Dan: The person at the top never does the work, that’s for the subgoons. So go find things to handle.

Capone and Red look at each confusingly and exit the room.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Jake’s New Hell (Credit: Jake Cheng)

The Cookie Monster; the most amazing non-alcoholic drink Jake has ever tasted. Oreos, milks and probably some vanilla ice cream for its frappe-like texture. Although, you can get it whipped cream, Jake drinks it from a plastic cup with, of course, a bendy straw.

He finishes a third of it as Stan sips his coffee on the other side of the table. They appear to be in some sort of coffee shop, a dream coffee shop. The name of the restaurant is Café on the Corner because it is on the corner of two streets in the middle of downtown. Such a clever name right? Anyway, it is quite busy for being a Thursday afternoon. Shouldn’t dream people have dream jobs?

Actually, Stan and Jake are the only “adults” in the place. Other than them, there is a group of eight, fifteen/sixteen year olds, who are all sitting in a circle of chair and couches on the opposite side of the café. Most of them sit very close to a member of the opposite sex and watch one of the other kids, kinda big and the only one with a beard, a goofy looking one at that, play his acoustic guitar with extreme excellence,

While they all are in awe, one of the kids, a short black haired boy, isn’t really paying attention to him. He’s looking at the girl on the chair next to his. You see, this boy is what we call “relationship impaired.” Now this girl sitting by him isn’t your average girl. She’s hot! Now, the look on this boys face tells all. He is eyes say, ”This girl is out of my league,” while his wide-open mouth says,” God, that’s a nice thong sticking out of...”

Stan: Jake! Stop staring at the sixteen-year-old girl in the red thong and pay attention.

The group of kids leaves right on time, and the black haired one gives Jake a head nod on the way out before following the others.

Jake: Damn, I was a cool kid. I never got in that girl’s pants either. Can I get in trouble for screwing a sixteen year old in a dream?

Stan sighs and holds up the paper that was in between them.

Stan: Focus! Now, I don’t get it this, read it one more time.

Jake: Alright, hand it over.

Jake takes the paper and clears his throat.

Jake: Dear Jake Cheng. Now, before I start I must address something. I know that this address is your fan mail address, but this was the only way I could contact you. This is probably the first letter you have gotten at this address anyway.

Jake looks up from the paper to make a side comment.

Jake: Which it isn’t.

He looks back down, and continues to read.

Jake: And your parents don’t count.

Stan: Looks like he got you there.

Jake, without looking up, flips Stan off before continuing.

Jake: Well, now to get to the point. I don’t like you. You ruined me. My life, my career. Over. You crushed everything, now I am going to crush you. I even made a master plan. The last part of my plan involves taking your precious title, the only thing that ever meant anything in your career. Jake, you better watch your back; I’m not who you think I am. Sincerely, Your New Hell.

Stan: So...who could it be?

Jake: I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve killed anybody’s career.

Stan: What about John Gotti?

Jake: No, that was Ridley.

Stan: Rookie Monster?

Jake: Nah, he’d need to lose about 200 lbs before he can even contend for my title.

Stan: Predator?

Jake: He ruined his own career.

Stan: By doing what?

Jake: Breathing.

Stan lets out one last sigh before wrapping up the promo.

Stan: I give up.

Jake: Yeah, me too. So, is sex with minors illegal in the dream world?

Alright, I lied. Stan lets out a third sigh. He leans forward, palming Jake’s face like a basketball and shoves him backwards. He immediately becomes off balance and tips back in his chair. Now it time for the Matrix-slow-mo. Told you he watched it one to many times. The chair is now on two legs, Jake is still sitting in it, arms out wide. Then it stops. Jake spontaneously combusts, and turns to dust thus waking up. Probably waking up all sweaty; I hate when that happens. You fell all gross until you take a.....ah never mind.

Time goes back to normal and the chair crashes to the ground. Stan sits back down as if nothing went down ad goes back to sipping his coffee. He picks up the e-mail one more time.

Stan: How did he even bring this from the real world anyway?

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Nightmare on ACW Street - Part 2 (Credit: Tornado)

Tornado bursts through the men’s bathroom door; he is breathing heavily and leans on the sink to steady himself. He glares into his own eyes in the mirror whilst panting furiously. He splashes water on his face.

Tornado: You’re just imagining it…it’s all in your head.

He repeatedly splashes water on his face, muttering “It’s all in your head” to himself, over and over again until he lets out a high pitched scream as he opens his eyes to find blood all over the place, on his hands, on his face, in the sink, and on the floor. He looks up in horror and sees the reflection of Kuda in the mirror. Whirling around to face his tormentor Tornado sees nothing, but notice’s that scrawled on the door, once again in blood, is “Pray…”

At this point Tornado is nearly in tears, blood dripping off his chin and down his bare chest, and is close to fainting as he flees the bathroom; leaving blood everywhere for the janitor to clean up.

As he staggers out, he realizes with a shock that his match is about to start. Still half in a daze, he somehow heads toward the ring…

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Cold Blooded Killers vs. Code Red

The crowd is eager for more action, and ACW never likes to disappoint. There is a pop as the fans see Philip is back in the ring.

Philip: This next match is a non-title tag team contest, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Manchester, UK and Columbus, Ohio…. They are members of the Untouchables, Tornado and Red, known together as Code Red!

”Bring Da Rukus” hits, and Red and Tornado emerge into the spotlights. The more astute fans, however, can see that something is not quite right; Tornado if anything looks even worse than before (though he’s cleaned the blood up, thankfully) and keeps looking around the arena as he walks to the ring, and a blast of Pyro from the stage area makes him jump. He stays close to Red as they enter the ring and await their opponents.

Philip: And their opponents, they are members of the Senatorial Stable and current ACW Tag team Champions… from Hollywood California and Denver, Colorado, Lex De LaRocha and Scott Andrews, known together as the Cold Blooded Killers!

”New Noise” blares into the arena, and Scott and Lex walk out side by side, showing off their gold. They look to have healed up well after a grueling PPV match, and they revel in flipping off the crowd as they come to the ring. Lex pauses to shout “God damn, I LOVE me!” at one of the cameras before joining Scott there, and the referee takes their belts, passing them to the outside for safekeeping.

A few trivial insults are exchanged; Red glances at Tornado and steps forward to start the match, but Tornado seems to shake off whatever is bothering him, and takes his place. Lex comes forward to meet him, and the ref dispatches the others to the apron, signaling for the match to begin.

Bell rings.

Tornado and Lex circle. Lex has his eyes fixed on Tornado, but it’s not mutual; Tornado is still darting his gaze around, and he looks distinctly wan in the face. Never one to pass up a great opportunity when it presents itself, Lex moves right in and punishes Tornado for his distraction with a barrage of punches and a reverse Powerslam to crown it. The crowd is surprised as Lex goes for a pin right off the bat, and gets a solid 2 before Tornado kicks out; amused at Tornado’s apparent weakness, Lex taunts him mercilessly and some of the fans join in. This seems to rouse Tornado from whatever cloud he’s under and he springs to life, and coming back at Lex with a flurry of sharp kicks and driving him to the ropes so that he can use one of his famed tornado DDTs. The crowd pops, and Tornado pins getting a 1.5, but Lex is only spurred by this and the pair trade strong blows until Lex scores a glancing blow to the temple. Tornado staggers, and Lex “prowls” forward before driving himself into a rising shoulder tackle for his “Pounce” attack. Tornado hits the canvas, and Lex lands on all fours, making an extremely cocky one handed pin. Tornado kicks out well before the 2 this time, but Lex just smirks, pleased with his success so far.

On the apron, Red shouts to Tornado for the tag. Tornado, however, is incensed and can think only of getting back at his opponent; he jumps up and kicks Lex in the midsection before using a spinning scissors kick. Lex drops, and Tornado performs a lovely standing moonsault into the cover; the referee counts 1…..2- and Lex kicks, but Tornado too seems to jump as if startled and quickly looks around him again, his face once more drained of color. Spotting the flaw, Scott shouts to Lex, who rolls out from beneath Tornado and quickly tags; Red yells once again at Tornado, who tries this time to answer but is caught by Scott before he can reach his own corner. Scott goes straight to work, hammering Tornado with punches; he delivers a snap suplex and pins, but Tornado kicks at the 2 count and then delivers a sneaky knee to the groin on Scott before at last making the switch. Red, with great relief, throws himself bodily into the match; he comes straight off the turnbuckle into a missile dropkick, and connects with Scott’s body to bring the pair of them back down to earth.