Thursday Night Meltdown 6th April 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

He lifts Jack by the legs and places him into the turnbuckle in a Tree of Woe. Dan goes to the opposite corner, runs at Jack and plants him with a baseball slide in the face. Jack falls to the floor, and Dan makes a cover, but Jack again kicks out before three. Dan is slowly beginning to get impatient, as he lifts Jack up one more time. He throws him at the ropes, but Jack responds with a powerful clothesline. Jack takes his time to catch his breath, and then lifts Dan up again. He hits him with a scoop slam, and says ‘enough is enough’. He starts to climb the turnbuckle and gets to the top, and he jumps off, hitting the Suicidal King (Moonsault), and a very impressive one at that. He makes the cover on Dan, and surely this is the end of the match:

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Kickout by Dan!

Jack mouths ‘for fuck’s sake’ to himself, as he slowly gets to his feet. He at first places three fingers in the air to the referee, before lifting Dan to his feet. Jack hits him with a headbutt, knocking Dan into a groggy mode, and then hits a Hip Toss. Jack then locks in an Armbar variation, and keeping the hold locked in for a couple of seconds before releasing. It’s clear that he’s losing it a little now, as he stumbles along to his feet. This allows Dan up to his feet, and he boots Jack in the stomach. He then plants the Phoenix DDT, and then gets to his feet, with a surge of energy keeping him going. He picks Jack up again and locks him into a neckbreaker hold. Dan hits the neckbreaker, but keeps the hold locked, as the fans chant ‘ONE!’ He hits a second one, and the fans chant ‘TWO!’ He then hits the final one and the fans chant ‘THREE!’, and Dan gets off Jack. Dan picks Jack up again and hits the Last Hurrah – Big Show’s Final Cut. The match seems over, but Dan has one more trick up his sleeve. He picks Jack up, and hits the Equalizer (Inverted DDT with opponent landing on an outstretched knee). Dan sighs to himself as he drops to the floor, hooking the leg, and the referee makes the count:

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3-NO!

The fans, Dan, the commentators and even the referee are shocked as Jack manages to kick out of the move. Dan mouths ‘this is getting fucking ridiculous’ as he gets to his feet, punching the air in sheer frustration. He ponders over what more he can do to Jack, and he gives himself an idea. He picks Jack up, and holds Jack by the arm. He’s going to go for the Jumping Armbreaker, which will set up the Fujiwara Armbar. But Jack sees this coming and shoves Dan into the corner. He picks Dan up and gives him ‘Snake Eyes’, dropping him into the turnbuckle. Dan groggily wanders into the path of Jack, who hits him with an Axe Kick. Jack lets out a sly grin as he turns Dan over and makes the cover, but is a little surprised when Dan manages to kick out before three. Jack gets up, and picks Dan up as well. The two grapple into a headlock, but neither man appears willing to give it up. They force each other in towards the ropes, and try to throw each other over the top rope. Dan gets a few closed fist punches into the kidneys, which the referee frowns upon, but the two remain locked in this hold. Jack though shows that his extra weight is an advantage, lifting Dan over the ropes, as well as himself. But Dan slips under the ropes and saves himself, whilst Jack is standing on the apron. Jack looks to see where Dan is, and manages to see him, if only when Dan hits the ‘Time Out’ (hurricarana to the outside)!

The camera catches the two exchanging punches on the outside, and Dan shoves Jack off him. Dan then takes him down with a weak clothesline and enters the ring. He waits for Jack to get into the ring, and Dan kicks him downstairs. He then locks him in that Double Arm DDT hold, lifting him into the Shellshock A. He then hits the move, and sighs again as he makes the cover:

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And you will not believe this, but Jack once again kicks out of one of Dan’s finishers!

Dan holds his head in his hands, just purely baffled about how this hard Geordie has managed to kick out of his three main finishing moves. Dan picks Jack up and tries to whip him at the ropes, but Jack reverses it and Dan knocks the referee accidentally in the eye. Dan apologizes, but Jack low blows him, much to the displeasure of the fans. Jack turns Dan around and lifts him up, crossing the legs and hitting the One Eyed Jack (Quackendriver II)! The crowd is stunned as he makes the cover:

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Kickout by Dan again!

Jack looks pretty shocked, as Dan had when Jack kicked out of all his finishers. Jack lifts Dan up to his knees, and punches him in the left eyebrow, which causes more blood to gush out of the wound. Dan holds his head, clearly in pain from the One Eyed Jack, which as a result knocks him slightly groggy for the rest of the match. Jack picks him up again and hits him with a back drop suplex. Jack gets back to his feet, and begins to stomp Dan, especially on that sore leg of his. Dan’s moans are minimal as he bites his teeth together and tries to play through the pain. Jack lets go, and lifts Dan up to his feet. He punches Dan a couple of times, before throwing him at the ropes. He ducks down, but Dan sees this beforehand and strikes a step-up Enziguri. The fans cheer as Jack falls, and Dan lifts him up, placing him into the turnbuckle. Dan then goes to the opposite turnbuckle, and rubs both feet. And the move that’s been heavily rumoured and criticized, but never done in ACW, finally happens as Dan prepares to hit the RIchard Prokas Tackle, as he runs along the ring, leaps into the air and forces both feet into the right ankle of Jack. A loud ‘CRUNCH’ can be heard, and Jack leaps up in pain. He hobbles around the ring, holding his right foot for dear life, but Dan then comes in out of nowhere again, and dropkicks Jack in the face, and he lands in a position sitting off the ropes.

Dan then bounces off the ropes opposite Jack, with that foot again exposed, and smashes Jack across the temple with the 75MPH kick. Dan takes a deep breath, dragging Jack to the centre of the ring, and making a cover:

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3!!!

Philip: Here is your winner…’the Welsh Dragon’ Dan White!

There’s a decent pop again as Dan rolls off Jack, looking pleased that he finally was able to defeat the debutant. The Welsh National Anthem hits, and Dan is up onto his feet, and throws his arms in the air. He then leaves the ring, and makes his way up the ramp. Jack meanwhile is knocked out, and a paramedic team comes down the ring to help him, not only because he took several serious blows to the back and head, but also that he withstood a horrific lunge to the ankles by Dan. He’s rolled out of the ring and onto a stretcher, but by now is conscious, and is able to sit up on the stretcher, as we fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Meal on the ship of cool. (Credit: Scott Andrews)

The cruise is going fairly smoothly for the majority of the ACW roster aboard the S.S. Minow Johnson it seems. The scene opens up in the lively cafeteria of this magnificent vessel. Many superstars are dining and drinking to their hearts content. Among the many stars indulging in meals of steak and other such delicious dishes are the Cold Blooded Killers, Scott Andrews and Lex De LaRocha. They are seated at a relatively isolated table, away from the superstars they deem to be inferior to themselves. Sitting on the table are two glasses of champagne and both champions meals. Scotts plate consists of several kebabs of satay chicken and some salad mixture, while Lex has opted to go with the steak along with a side of potato wedges. Both men are dressed, funnily enough, in their red and black suits, with their title belts sitting neatly on top of their bags, which are underneath the tablecloth-free, wooden table. The background noise mainly consists of others talking amongst themselves and the bartenders and chefs discussion. Lex takes a sip of his wine.

Lex: You think Angelus is on this ship?

Scott puts his kebab down on his plate.

Scott: Look around. Do you see any dark corners around here? Any beds he could be hiding under? Any gateways that lead to hell?

Lex looks around. He points across the room.

Lex: That could possibly be a gateway to hell? But I’ll never know…

Scott: That’s the women’s bathroom…

Lex: Exactly.

Both men chuckle to themselves over Lex’s unexpected witty comment.

Lex: But you know I love the ladies…Right?

Scott: Yeah, of course…Anyway, back to the Angelus situation. Even if he is on board this ship, there’s no way he’d try anything. Not within this close proximity. He’s got no where to run. No where to hide…well there are a few places to hide around here…But the point is that he’s gonna have hell to pay if he tries anything on this tour…You bring your bat?

Lex reaches down and pats his black duffle bag.

Lex: Right here, man.

Scott: Good.

Scott sips his wine and places the glass back on the table. Both men have nearly completed their feast, but they place their knives and forks neatly on the sides of their plates to signify they are finished. Scott stands, picks up his bag, and drapes his title belt over his shoulder.

Scott: Now that we’ve eaten, let’s settle in. Are you coming with me to choose a room? We have to get a good one before every else gets down there.

Lex: Alright.

Lex puts his last wedge in his mouth, wipes his hands on a serviette, and picks up his items. Both men walk out of frame as it fades to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

As the scene opens, the fans are neatly packed on the upper deck of the ship, waiting for whatever's next to come their way and the sounds of "Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G. abuptly switches their mood. While most of the crowd boos for BK London, some cheer him for his veteran like status in ACW. BK walks down to the ring, in his wrestling gear for his match with a nice, even tan as shown by his arms. Sporting his new shirt "BK London - The Man, The Myth, The Truth!", he steps through the ropes and climbs to the top rope accordingly to acknowledge his few fans in the front rows. As he steps down he grabs the mic from Philip and looks around at this crowd.

BK: There are nights that always define a man's place in history....March 2nd, 1962...Wilt Chamberlain made history scoring 100 points in a single basketball game. July 20th, 1976...Hank Aaron makes history and hits his 755th and final home runs, holding the title as all time home run leader. March 14th 2005....Chris Benoit comes to the peak of his 18 Year odyssey and walks out the main event of Wrestlemania with the World Heavyweight Champions....April 6th 2006, one man makes history. One man will cement his legacy one more time by winning the ACW Heavyweight Championship...and his name is....BK London!

BK London smiles for the crowd as they boo and jeer him.

BK: I've come from a hard upbringing people, an upbringing that molded me into the person I am today. In the streets of Brooklyn I learned to not only show my aggressiveness, but to become tactical and know when to pick your spots.

BK walks across the ring and rests his arms on the top rope.

BK: And today, I have one and one plan tonight and that is to capitalize. Alicia is not perfect and I will use that to my advantage because sooner or later she will fuck up.....and I will be there to capitalize and take what is rightfully mine. But Genocide really opened my eyes to the real AK, it showed me the AK you have been seeing all along and you might just say that I.....I have become a fan of hers aswell. Yes, you heard it right here, I have become a fan. And while I don't approve too much of a Woman holding the ACW Title, I feel and respect that she has been through the fire and while numerous times it looked like she was down for the count, she has always found a way to rise to the top of her game.

The camera pans through the crowd and captures many fans listening to what BK is saying, and actually agreeing with him.

BK: ....but if you think that the fact she has always rose to the occassion will stop my journey to become ACW Champion, you are sadly mistaken.

The crowd boos. And now BK begins to speak with more base in his voice.

BK: Alicia can have all the crowd support on her side, all the momentum going into the match, all the accolades in the world. But she doesn't possess the one thing that a champion needs to survive. She doesn't possess that killer instinct and the will to do anything and I mean ANYTHING to keep what's hers. And that will be another contributing factor to her inevitable demise tonight.

BK now points at the ACW spring break themed alphatron and a small little clock appears in the lower right hand corner and now it appears on the television screen of all of those who are watching at home.

BK: Loook there! That is the time until the match begins and THAT is the time in which each and everyone of you will see a shift in power in ACW. THAT clock will systematically spell AK's doom and the unthinkable will happen...........again.

"Hold Ya Head" blares through the speakers and BK drops the mic on the ground and exits the ring. He walks up the ramp and looks at the people in the crowd, as he continues to walk backwards he makes the belt gesture around his waist and we fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "A Chance for Glory" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Rattlesnake stands around the locker room, waiting for his upcoming match. It was an opportunity he had been waiting for since he debuted. Tonight he would get his first title shot.

Rattlesnake: It's about time. That's all I can really say. It's about time I received a title shot. I mean, come on...I'm the Vision of Greatness. I should have title shots lined up to next year because I'm so great.

Rattlesnake grabs a bottle of water and takes a drink. He lets out a content sigh and takes a calming breath.

Rattlesnake: This title shot won't be for the ACW Heavyweight Championship. That's fine with me though. When the moment comes when I want it, I'll take it. It shouldn't be too hard after all. I mean, the former champion forfeited it in a title match, which was, for lack of a better word, a bonehead move. Now the World Champion is a woman. That's not to say she's easy...I don't know what her social life is like, but as a champion, it can't be hard to beat her in the ring.

Rattlesnake laughs as he vaguely hears boos from the fans.

Rattlesnake: But that's not what my title shot is about. Tonight I go for the Entertainment Championship. Everybody has to start somewhere. People can get their careers made from this point, but the same career could be broken by the simplest disappointment. That's something I know all too well.

That was an understatement. All throughout his career he had gotten his ass kicked, but unlike most people, he kept coming back for more. At the point when people least suspected it, he would slither in and strike a blow so hard that it would make all of the ass kickings look like they had never taken place. In any case, Rattlesnake knew that he would have to make the best of this opportunity as there was no telling when he would get his next.

Rattlesnake: I'm going to make the best out of this opportunity. As a former World Champion elsewhere, I'm reminded that stuff doesn't mean shit here. While that's true, there's something else that's true and it's the simple fact that unlike most people, I have been a World Champion. It's not easy to get to that level, but I've been there. I will be there again. I'll pass by all the others here that stand between me and the Main Event status. Then, one day, I'll be standing at the very top of the ACW ladder with the ACW Heavyweight Championship.

Rattlesnake sighs for a moment.

Rattlesnake: But that will be some other day. Right now, my path to becoming a 5-time World Champion starts with the Entertainment Championship. A fatal fourway between the champion Whirlwind or Twister, some guy that about as red as a Pepsi can, and someone that seems to have taken a liking to me and went to a draw with me just a few weeks ago. If I gave a damn what people wanted to know, I'd tell them that I'm not the least bit worried. Since I really couldn't give a shit, I'll tell them one little thing. They better get used to hearing one phrase.

Rattlesnake clears this throat.

Rattlesnake (in an announcer's voice): Heeeeeeere's your winner...Rattlesnaaaaaaaaake!

Rattlesnake smirks. He knows that whenever he does that, his head is clear and that he's prepared for his match.

Rattlesnake: Soon that will have to be edited to also contain the title I have. But that won't happen for what...half an hour? Then I can walk into the 30-man Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and do something no one would suspect. I will outlast 29 others and take the title shot it awards. April is my chance for glory.

Rattlesnake looks at his watch and nods, seeing that the time is near. He leaves the locker room area to take a quick walk before his match begins.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: Latino vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Torak)

It’s been a night of ups and downs already as the show has steamed on almost as quickly as the S.S. Minow Johnson itself. The 900 fans in attendance await the next contest. It’s an interesting one to say the least. This time last week they both failed to achieve number one contendership for the ACW Championship so both will be determined to get back on the road of victory.

The natural darkness of evening descends on the deck of the vessel, carrying pain, conflict and enjoyment like some disease. The darkness is compensated by the numerous floodlights that stare down at the ring.

“OooooOOOooooOoOoh Latino!”

There may be a limited number of people in attendance, but the noise level is only slightly lower than a normal event following the indication of the first arrival. The lights flicker as Latino emerges from the cabin and makes his way across the deck to the ring as “Oye” by Pitbull streams from the modest but still loud sound system. Phillip enters the ring, by now feeling a little sea-sick, however, as a true professional he stomachs it.

Phillip : The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring from New York, New York…weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…he is Victor “Latino” Laureano!

Latino pounds his chest as his name is uttered and plucks another pop from the crowd. He hops up onto the apron and enters the ring through the ropes, hopping to the center of the ring and pounding his chest once more and gesturing to the fortunate fans who were selected to join ACW on this tour.

“Let the bodies hit the floor”, the popular Drowning Pool track, interupts “Oye” and takes over as Jonny Spade enters the area from the cabin.

Phillip : And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds…Jonny Spade.

Jonny makes his way to the ring, acknowledging the fans as he passes before stepping up onto the apron and joining Latino in the ring. They glare at each other, equally aware of each other’s ability. With no messing around the referee calls for the bell and we’re underway.

Immediately they rush toward each other, colliding with right hands, resorting to their familiar brawling styles. It’s back and forth action in the center of the ring. Jonny gains the upper hand, connecting with some solid strikes to the face of Latino, knocking him back step after step. Eventually, Latino’s back meets the ropes and with nowhere left to go he fights back. He delivers some blows of his own to the cranium of Jonny, sending him backwards toward the opposite ropes.
They eventually reach said ropes and Latino still has the upper hand. He delivers a back-elbow to the jaw of Jonny to subdue him before attempting to whip him across the ring. However, Jonny’s weight advantage is slight, but just enough to overpower Latino and reverse the launch. Latino rebounds and surges back toward a doubled-over Jonny, presumably aiming to hit a back body drop. Latino reacts quickly though and hits a hard shin kick to the shoulder of Jonny, forcing him vertical and exposing himself. Latino capitalizes with a stinging knife edge chop, coaxing a “whoooo” from the small, but never-the-less fixated crowd. He follows it up with another, and another, each accompanied by a “whoooo” of their own.
Jonny has had enough…he retaliates, hitting a hard kife edge chop of his own (“whoooo”) which surprises Latino. He follows it up with two more (“whoooo”, “whoooo”) before attempting a stiff clothesline which, unfortunately for him, misses as Latino ducks.
Jonny turns around only as Latino leaps up and catches his opponent in the knee with a standing dropkick. Jonny goes down to one knee as Latino backs off and bounces off the ropes. Jonny struggles to his feet just before impact…and Latino executes a smooth Tornado DDT, planting Jonny in the middle of the ring.
Latino gets to his feet straight after and Jonny slowly follows, slightly dazed by the preceding move.

Latino puts the boot in to the midsection of Jonny before whipping him into the corner. He hits a hard back elbow then starts to lift Jonny up onto the turnbuckle. He sits Jonny up but Jonny has enough about himself to block this maneuver before it goes any further. He strikes down on Latino’s head with an elbow, sending him reeling backwards, allowing himself time to think.
Jonny stands up on the middle rope and leaps off with an overhead double axe handle…but Latino catches Jonny around the waist and hurls him over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex. Latino maintains the bridge and the referee drops to his knees…
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Jonny kicks out and he’s far from pleased. He pushes himself to his feet, but only to walk straight into a jab from Latino. A little shuffle from Latino precedes another. Rinse and repeat before he caps it off with a discus lariat which he connects with flawlessly. Latino sets himself up on his knees and looks around at the crowd with a cheeky grin. He hops to his feet and points to the corner, signalling for the Frog Splash as the 900 fans on board roar in approval. He exits out onto the apron and begins to ascend the turnbuckle.
However, Jonny isn’t as dazed as first though. He pushes himself to his feet and desperately scurries over to the corner and halts Latino’s climb. Jonny also starts to climb up to his level as the referee redundantly urges the men to get down.
They battle it out, only just maintaining their balance on the ropes. They both eventually find themselves on the top rope…but not for long. Latino connects with a right hand that stuns Jonny, then shoves him off to the canvas below. Jonny lands on his back, face-up and a couple of meters away from the corner. Latino acts instinctively and launches off with a somersault leg drop, landing across the chest of Jonny. Latino, having hurt himself slightly upon impact, rolls over into a cover.
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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Jonny kicks out. It’s always frustrating when a move of your own takes a lot out of yourself and still doesn’t get the job done. Latino displays this frustration by slapping the mat, acknowledging that the hesitation prior to the build-up of the move may have cost him. He decides to hesitate no more and pulls Jonny to his feet. He drapes an arm over his head and looks to hit a vertical suplex. However, Jonny is sick of being on the receiving end of these moves promptly blocks the attempt. He hits an uppercut to the cheek of Latino then heaves Latino up into the air…then hurls him forward with all his might. A nicely executed gordbuster. Latino holds his chest in pain as Jonny staggers over, looking to further induce Latino’s suffering. He delivers a boot to the shoulder as Latino attempts to get to his feet. Latino only makes it as far as his knees before Jonny offers him assistance. It is far from gentlemanly conduct though as he drapes Latino’s arm over his shoulder and hits his commonly used Killswitch (Back suplex into spinning sideslam). He attemps a cover.
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Latino kicks out. Jonny pulls him up to his feet and whips him to the ropes and on the return hits a harsh looking spinebuster. Another cover…
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Another two count is produced. Jonny peels Latino from the canvas again and whips him to the ropes, looking for another spinebuster, hoping it will be twice as nice. However, Latino launches himself at Jonny with a crossbody. Alas! Latino is caught and is now held in a crossbody hold, a hold you don’t want to find yourself caught in against Jonny. Jonny can’t quite believe his luck and actually savours the moment before executing the Silver Spade. He hits it with full impact and it’s all over.
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NO! While the referee’s hand certainly came down for the three, Latino’s foot was on the bottom rope. The referee acknowledges this, rescinding his three count and informs an irate Jonny that this match must continue.

Jonny wastes valuable seconds arguing with the referee as Latino is allowed to recover. Jonny soon comes to his senses and returns to his opponent. He lifts him up to his feet then executes a backbreaker. He pauses for a moment before strutting ocer to the corner. He shakes away the fatigue of the match and slowly begins to climb up to the top. He keeps an eye on the downed Latino. He reaches the peak of the turnbuckle and makes one last observation before launching off with a leg drop, aiming for the thorax of Latino.

Crash landing. Jonny lands backside first on the canvas as Latino rolled out of the way just in the nick of time. It’s quite evident that Jonny won’t be sitting down anytime soon.

He slowly gets to his feet, holding his rear end with a considerable amount of pain palpably displayed in his eyes. Latino also pushes himself up to his feet and the two begin to exchange blows, much like the opening of the bout, but much slower this time. The effects of the match now becoming apparent. Latino gains the advantage and soon whips Jonny to the ropes. Jonny returns and dodges a right-handed swing and sets Latino up for his S-Drop #3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker). Latino battles out with some elbows to the side of the head before striking Jonny in the midsection with a boot. Jonny doubles over and Latino sets him up between his legs, lifts him up and completes the Macana’s Blade! (Razors Edge)
The crowd are going wild as we edge closer to the climax of the match. Latino stumbles over to the corner again and this time makes no hesitation in climbing the turnbuckle. He reaches the top and slaps his chest before flying off, coming down on Jonny with a picture-perfect Frog Splash. He maintains a lateral press as the referee drops down.

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The bell rings and the match is over. Latino rolls onto his side, exhausted but relieved after a well earned victory. The referee holds his arm aloft to confirm the victory.

Philip: Here is your winner… Latino!

Latino gets to his feet and pounds his chest for the final time for the fans before exiting the ring, making his way to the cabin on the upper deck. Jonny meanwhile is extremely disappointed. Keen to get back into winning ways but tonight he wasn’t able. He rolls out of the ring and quickly makes his way to the cabin to reflect on a tough loss.

Fade out to commercials.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Heaven and Hell (Credit: Hunter)

Hunter: ...and that's about it. What I want you guys to do is find her for me.

He sighs, slowly lifts his head up, and looks at the man seated before him, a man of roughly forty years of age with a full beard and short black hair, eerily resembling Hunter's brother Cage. He wears a white suit with a white hat, giving off a peaceful aura to himself that seemed to have comforted Hunter throughout his entire story. The man sits silently before Hunter and strokes his beard, pondering the tale and also pondering what his next course of action will be. During this time, Hunter has the opportunity to observe the man some more. The main things that catch Hunter's eyes are the buttons on the man's white jacket; they are simple black buttons, but they are engraved with a crossbow pointing up, though the bow lacks an arrow.

Man: This case greatly interests me. I think that my colleagues and I may take it. But it depends on their thoughts, of course.

Hunter: Of course. Thank you, Mr...I'm sorry, I know that I introduced myself, but I never received your names.

Cross: My name is Damien Cross, and though we have no leaders in this organization, I am the closest we come to one. The others are as follows: Mr. Waters...

Hunter looks at the man to his left and looks him up and down. Unlike Cross, Waters' suit is all black, and yet he still looks slightly peaceful. His fingers hit a set of scales on the desk that Cross sits behind, and Waters toys around with these scales almost like a child. He pushes one scale down, and then the other, and then attempts to balance them. Hunter shrugs it off and looks back at Cross.

Cross: ...Mr. Truman...

Hunter follows Cross' finger and his eyes fall upon a tall man standing in the back of the room, his eyes entranced by the presence of a large sword hung on the wall. He turns to Hunter and Hunter is slightly taken aback by the man's red eyes.

Hunter: Are those contacts?

Truman: Yes.

Hunter: Why red?

Truman: I like the color.

Hunter: It's rather macabre.

Truman: That's what I was aiming for.

Hunter chuckles and looks back at Cross.

Cross: ...and finally, Mr. Grimm.

Cross motions towards his left and Hunter turns his head in that direction. Grimm stands directly in front of Hunter and he is almost startled by how silent and calculating this man is. His face is clear and his skin is very pale, something that is made much clearer due to the blackness of this clothes. Unlike the other men, however, he shows not a single sign of peacefulness.

Cross: So gentlemen, what say you about this case?

Grimm: It will be difficult. The girl could literally be anywhere in the world, and we will have to scower all of it to find her.

Waters: But it is possible.

Grimm: Many things are possible, my friend. But that does not mean they are done.

Truman: I think we should do it. I love a challenge.

Cross: Simultaneously, gentlemen, we do not wish to rob Mr. Hunter of his money. For remember, Mr. Hunter, we charge by the week.

Hunter: I understand. I am fully ready to pay as much as possible.

Grimm: Never say such things to men like us. We are greedy and sinful by nature.

Truman: All men are such.

Hunter: You know, I never thought I'd ever run into any fellow misanthropes out here. I guess I was mistaken.

Waters: It would indeed appear so.

Cross: Anyways, I say we take the case.

Waters: Likewise.

Truman: I agree.

Grimm: ...fair enough. It is worth the risk if Mr. Hunter truly...cares about this girl. Now if you will excuse me, I have some business to take care of.

Waters: Like what?

Grimm: It is a very busy day...and I have some appointments.

Waters nods his understanding as Grimm extends his hand to Mr. Hunter.

Grimm: It has been a pleasure.

Hunter shakes his hand and is startled by how cold it is. Grimm pays his reaction no mind and instead turns towards the door and walks out. Cross rises and shakes Hunter's hand as well, and Hunter proceeds to do the same with the other two.

Cross: Do you have a number we can reach you by?

Hunter reaches into his pocket and throws out a card.

Hunter: My business card. Call me if anything should develop.

Cross: Of course. I must warn you, however...this could take a long time.

Hunter: I'm patient enough.

Cross: Good. So now, I bid you farewell.

Hunter: Goodbye.

Hunter nods towards the others and they do the same. Hunter approaches the door and opens it, and then closes it behind him once he has gained entrance to the waiting room. He walks past Azzy and watches closely as he continues writing and erasing in the same notebook. Hunter shrugs and opens the door, racing down the staircase moments later. He then opens the final door at the end of the hallway and steps out into the breeze and into the dark alleyway.

Grimm: Mr. Hunter.

Hunter turns and sees Grimm standing to his left by himself, his hands in his pockets and his eyes locked on Hunter.

Hunter: Yes?

Grimm: How far are you willing to go for this woman?

Hunter: As far as possible.

Grimm: Good.

Grimm turns and begins walking away. Hunter raises an eyebrow, but then simply shakes his head and turns to the right, beginning on his journey back to his motel room.

Grimm: I'll see you soon.

Hunter is slightly startled by this sentence and he turns around to ask Grimm about it...but the man is gone. Hunter is more than confused at this point, but he decides to ignore it. Instead, he speeds up his pace and exits the alleyway as soon as possible. When he is out in the street he is able to fully ponder the effects of his actions here today. All he can hope for is a successful search. But he will get something much more, something he never expected to find: truth.

Open your eyes, and you may find the same.

End.

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Segment: After Match Re-Union (Credit: Latino)

Latino is walking around the lower deck of the ship moments after his successful match with Jonny Spade. His spirits and confidence seem to be growing as he grabs a water bottle from the food cart and takes a big gulp. He turns around stops as some of the water drips down his chest.

*CLAP, CLAP, CLAP*

Tony: Now THAT is the Victor that I know.

Latino can’t believe what he sees in front of him. Uncle Tony is standing in front of him with a big smile on his face and his hands clasped together. He is still uncleanly shaven and dressed head to toe in a grayish white suit. His black hair is slightly longer now and a bit of it hangs over his forehead. A used cigarette is on floor and crushed, most likely stomped by his white polished shoes.

Latino: Tio? What the hell are you talking about?

Tony: I’m just noticing something that I haven’t seen in you for a long, LONG time. It’s that fire in your eyes. You had it a year ago but a long the way you lost it….but recently it’s returned.

Latino: Whatever Tio. I’ve gotta go I have other things to do than talk to you.

Tony: Oh and is that Fallen Heroes? You really think that you can win that alone?

Latino: Callate la boca! I don’t need you Tio.

Tony: Still as stubborn as when you were born. You need me nene. You need my help and if you don’t take you’ll never get even close to winning that rumble.

Tony walks up closer to Latino and grabs the bottle from his hand.

Tony: You look me straight in the eyes when I talk to you. I deserve respect! Mira nene you think you’re as good as all those other superstars? You think you can take on 30 other men for that strap of leather and gold? You can’t! You aren’t good enough. You never were, but you can be with my help! Now do the smart thing and accept my help! AHORA!

The seconds pass by as silence now fills the air. The two relatives look back at one another and Latino finally breaks the silence with one word.

Latino: ….No.

Tony: What?

Latino: You heard me. Tu oiste lo. I can do this without your damn help.

Latino grabs his water bottle and gives one last look back at his uncle. He then turns around and walks away as Uncle Tony looks back at him.

Tony: You think you can do it alone!? You’ll see! You’ll come crawling back to me begging for my help!

* fade to black *

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Vignette of a linchpin (Credit: Torak)

There was emptiness more profound than void between the stars… - Heinz R. Pagels

Emptiness is not simply a description. It is also a powerful emotion - Me

The vessel steams on, gliding through the waters with ease, cutting through the emptiness that is the ocean. Despite the volume of life that swims deep beaneath, the ocean manages to maintain an aura of emptiness.

Emptiness; a noticeable void of existence.

Emptiness also manifests itself as an emotion. The feeling of something is missing that clings to the back of your mind like a limpet, attaching itself firmly despite the waves of recollection that crash over it.
A feeling that has been on the minds of the 900 strong following on board.

It takes just one momentary prompt of significance to flood that feeling away. On the big screen, smaller in comparison to the Alphatron but big none-the-less, darkness forms. Music drifts grippingly through the night air, emanating from the modest speakers.

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On screen; images of Torak from various instances.

{ In my head
I hear your voice
Is this the voice of my master
In my chest
I sense a spear
Are these the looks of my mistress

As the haunting voice recites these words pictures of Torak from Monday night, sat in his room, reflecting are displayed. He bows his head and brushes his hair back with his hands. }

{ In my head
I hear your voice
Why do I suffer
In my chest
I sense a spear
Why can't I see you

As the angelic voice takes over the tear forms in his eye and rolls down his cheek. The heartache of his contemplation takes it’s toll. }

{ Have I become a bounded slave
Shall I be lost in your spell
What do I fear
Is this a dream?

The harsh, haunting voice returns and accompanies images of weeks before where he almost reached a state of autoerotic asphyxiation with the length of rope used to injure Latino. }

{ My bitter spirit
Has become a burden

Re-run of Torak’s defeat to BK a month ago where allowed the appearance of Latino to distract him, costing him victory. }

{ Lady fear
Mistress of my dreams (Temptation)
Let us share
Body, soul and sorrows

As the music becomes heavy, more happier memories for Torak are shown. Taking out Tornado, Mr. Red, The Senator and Scott Andrews in various ways. }

{ I rise and walk
Into the waves
Will you save me
You interrupt
My intellect
You take what you demand

Return to Monday night and the shot of Torak concluding his epiphany with a balled fist. It is slow and dramatic, accompanied by his nod of self-encouragement. }

{ My bitter spirit
Has become a burden

A clip of Torak’s loss to Hunter last week, exhibiting his loss of temper that turned out to be his detriment. }

{ Lady fear
Mistress of my dreams (Temptation)
Let us share
Body, soul and sorrows }

Re-runs of Torak’s destruction of Dan White (twice), various footage of Torak performing excruciating maneuvers on his opponents and finally the incident where Torak hurled Latino off the stage. }

The voices stop and various footage of previous Fallen Heroess matches exhibit the pain and affliction that Torak aims to introduce in his first ever Fallen Heroes. The music fades out as a shot of Torak in a darkened room lingers on screen, standing tall as he aims to achieve at the end of the month at Fallen Heroes.

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Match 5: ACW Entertainment Title Match - Fatal Fourway (Credit: Tornado)

The sun is setting and the huge floodlights are on as we reach what promises to be a great match. The small contingent of fans on the boat are sure to be in for a treat with this match.

Philip: The following contest is an Entertainment Title Fatal Fourway; the first person to gain a pinfall of submission will become the new Entertainment Champion!! Introducing first; he is a member of The Untouchables and is the defending ACW Entertainment Champion…”The Next Big Thing”…Tornado!!

The sound of “Diary of a Madman” by The Gravediggaz hits the speakers and the result is instantaneous…massive boos. The fans clearly dislike Tornado with a passion but he doesn’t seem to care as he poses on the stage as his pyros explode. He flips off the fans before running down to the ring and leaping onto the apron; flipping forward over the top rope to enter the ring. He then leaps onto a turnbuckle and poses once more, this time patting the gold around his waist, before backflipping onto his feet. He hands his title to the timekeeper and crouches, facing the ramp.

Philip: Introducing next, from Berlin, Germany and weighing in at 300lbs…Rawt “The Crippler” Ross!!

Another resounding boo from the crowd as “Another One Bites The Dust” hits and a small pyro bursts out of the stage. Rawt walks quickly out; he looks fired up for tonight’s match after being unable to defeat Tornado in his last title match, which ended in a Double Count-Out. He stands on the stage and runs his hands across his waist before striding purposefully down to the ring. He slides in and instantly he and Tornado go eyeball-to-eyeball; the crowd spur them on, knowing full well these two men have a history. Tornado was the man who relieved Rawt of the Junior Title…will Rawt repay the favour tonight?

Philip: Introducing, from Columbus, Ohio; he is also a member of The Untouchables…Mr. Red!!

Mr. Red receives a huge pop from the fans “Reptile” hits and he walks out; it is clear who the crowd favourite is. At this point Tornado breaks his stare-down with Rawt to gaze upon his stablemate and tag team partner…are Code Red still a team? Who knows? Red slides into the ring and Tornado drags him to his feet before he even tries to get up. The two shout obscenities at each other as the ref breaks it up.

Philip: Last but not least…introducing the final challenger, from Orlando, Florida; weighing in at 297lbs…”The Vision of Greatness”…Rattlesnake!!

Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to the boos of the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.

There is a massive amount of personal issues on the line in this match. Tornado/Red…Tornado/Rawt; both could prove to be crucial in the outcome of the match. The crowd are really hyped up and chants of “Red” are already in full flow before the bell has even rung. The 4 men are backed into their respective corners before the contest can begin.

Bell Rings.

Tornado and Red instantly fly at each, no hesitations, Tornado coming better off by managing to twist and hit Red in the face with a high-velocity dropkick. However, everyone seems to be gunning for the champ as both Rawt and Rattlesnake grab him and drag him up. Rawt hooks Tornado’s arms behind his back and ‘Snake lands repeated blows to the champ’s face. After receiving around 10 shots Tornado ducks and ‘Snake catches Rawt in the face. This sets them off into a brawl and Tornado is finally free but on spinning round he is floored by a Running Bicycle Kick courtesy of Mr. Red which receives a huge pop from the crowd. He covers…

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…Tornado gets his shoulder up before the 2 count. The crowd boo as Tornado rakes Red’s eyes and floors him with a Spinning Scissors Kick. Meanwhile, on the outside, Rawt and ‘Snake are duking it out; both big men trying to incorporate their power. Overall, Rawt seems to have the upper hand. He confirms this by smashing Rattlesnake’s head off the steel steps and following it up with a devastating Inverted Sitdown Piledriver to the concrete floor, which causes the crowd to wince in pain…even if they seem to have little sympathy for “The Vision of Greatness”. Rawt slides back into the ring and blindsides Tornado, hitting a Running Big Boot to the back of his head. He covers…

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…but the count is broken by Red who receives a massive pop from the crowd which is followed by a loud chorus of boos as Rawt hits him with an Atomic Drop. Outside, ‘Snake is slowly getting to his feet, a nasty scowl painted across his face. He slides into the ring as Rawt and Tornado lock-up; Rawt uses his impressive power to drive Tornado back to the turnbuckle, but he didn’t become Entertainment Champ for nothing and frees himself with a thumb to Rawt’s eye after which Tornado hoists himself onto the top of the turnbuckle. He leaps off, hitting the staggering Rawt with a Top Rope Zerosen Kick which connects with his face; some members of the crowd cheer, clearly high-flying fans, some boo and others simply begin a “Let’s go Red” chant – it is obvious that he’s the only one in the ring who’ll receive any love of these fans tonight. Tornado covers…

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…Red and ‘Snake simultaneously drag Tornado off Rawt and each takes a man to go head-to-head with. Therefore, we end up with a situation similar to earlier; Red vs. Tornado and Rawt vs. ‘Snake. However, this time the roles have been reversed, it is Red and ‘Snake who are on top in their respective battles. ‘Snake hits Rawt with a ring-shaking Spinebuster as Red hits Tornado with an Orton-Style Backbreaker. Red the turns to face Rattlesnake and the two begin trading blows, Red knows that with someone who possesses the brawling ability of Rattlesnake it’s a mistake to go toe-to-toe with them. This is the reason Red changes what he is doing and goes for a Leg Lariat but is blocked by ‘Snake who smirks and sees an opportunity to show off his strength, launching Red over the top rope and into the safety barrier, much to the chagrin of the crowd. ‘Snake spins around and is met by a Jumping Axe Kick from Tornado who then ejects ‘Snake from the ring. That leaves Tornado and Rawt to square off in the middle of the ring once again. Tornado takes the initiative, charging at Rawt and pulling off a Running Headscissors Takedown. Wasting no time, Tornado drags Rawt to his feet and hits him with the Cyclone Driver (Sunset Flip Piledriver). The crowd groan as they see the end in sight…

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Thr--NO!! Red breaks up the pin on the verge of the 3-count and Tornado is fuming. He drops Red down with a DDT and picks him back up again only to hit him with a Brainbuster. The crowd boo furiously as the Entertainment Champ stomps all over Mr. Red. On the outside Rattlesnake is rising up, but Tornado cuts him off with his Suicide Dive, which connects perfectly. In-ring Rawt is surprisingly already up. He is a little groggy but grabs the downed Mr. Red and lifts him up…hitting the Bomb Drop. He covers…

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Philip: Here is your winner, and NEW ACW Entertainment Champion...RAWT!!

…Tornado is millimetres away from making the save but Rawt is jubilous. The ref hands him the belt and he celebrates, clutching his new prize to his chest. Tornado is furious and is seemingly going to blindside the man who just took his title from him but instead he looks at the forlorn figure of Red, the man who got pinned. Tornado grabs him by the hair and shouts into his face “You cost me my title…I’ll kill you for this!” He then storms off, in the sort of rage many people have never seen before.

Meanwhile, Rawt continues to celebrate. The crowd are cheering what was a very entertaining match. They seem disappointed about the outcome but still give Rawt his dues…he thoroughly deserves to be Champion.

Fade Out.

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Segment: I’m The Juggernaut (Credit: Yoko)

The segment opens at the front of the cruise ship, pointed toward the ocean. A single person is standing as far toward the tip as possible. Yoko Satoshi is looking off into infinity. Someone else comes running up behind her. It is Sarin.

Sarin: Yoko, where were you? I went to check on you, it’s almost time for your match!

Yoko: I was just here.

Sarin: Usually you’re preparing for matches in your locker room.

Yoko: It’s too pretty out here to stay inside. Besides, it’s just Santiago.

Sarin: What are you looking at, anyway?

Yoko: The ocean! It’s just pretty.

Sarin: But you’ve seen the ocean before. You look troubled, what’s wrong?

Yoko: I’m just…not used to boats.

Sarin: Are you afraid of water or something?

Yoko: Shut up!

Sarin: Excuse me if I find that hilarious, I’m sorry. Everything you’ve done and everything that you’ve faced…Mercer Stanton, death matches, Ridley, and you’re afraid of some water? I’d be more worried about that cage match on Monday that you mentioned.

Yoko: That’s just Hunter. Hunter in a cage. No problem there. I know water is stupid, that’s why I’m here at the front of the boat.

Sarin: You’re facing your fear, how brave. But come back to the main deck, your match is in like a few minutes.

Yoko puts one foot up onto the frontal railing.

Sarin: What are you doing?!

Yoko: Help me out here and hold me steady, I trust you. There’s something I want to do.

Sarin steps up to Yoko’s back and wraps her arms around her from behind. Yoko puts her other leg on the other railing.

Yoko: Now push me up!

Sarin: Oh, I don’t believe this…

Sarin pushes her up, supporting her under her arms while Yoko stands on the tip of the boat’s rails. Yoko stretches her arms out while looking into the distance.

Yoko: I’M THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!

Yoko laughs and Sarin pulls her back down carefully.

Sarin: Are you happy now?

Yoko: Quite. To the match!

Yoko grabs Sarin by the hand and runs for the main deck.

End Segment.

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Segment: Former Champ (Credit: Tornado)

We cut to the backstage area where Tornado is in The Untouchables locker-room. He is still blazing mad from what conspired in the Entertainment Title Fatal Fourway; there is reason to suspect that the veins in his head may explode at any minute as his face turns a shade of purple. He is yelling as loud as he possibly can but that doesn’t seem to be letting much of his rage out and instead he throws over his locker and proceeds to trash the room. Chairs, lockers, tables…everything is flying as the door opens; and in walks…Red. Seeing the man he blames for losing his title Tornado goes crazy; and seeing Tornado go crazy, Red makes a hasty exit.

Tornado: Come back here you little worm! I’ll fucking kill you!!

The chase doesn’t last for very long due to Red still being groggy from the match and Tornado being totally driven by his rage. He quickly catches Red and launches him into a wall, picking him back up by his throat and pinning him there.

Tornado: You weak, pathetic, good-for-nothing, spineless little twat!! How the fuck did you manage to get pinned? Or was it just an attempt for you to ‘get me back’ for costing you a title you were never good enough to win?!

Red: …

Red simply gargles, unable to speak due to Tornado’s vice-like grip on his throat. This make Tornado grin as he tightens his hold, clutching his throat until he blacks out. At this point Tornado lets go, laving an unconscious Red to slump against the wall. However, Tornado cannot leave without adding insult to injury…spitting in Red’s face before storming off, probably looking for something or someone else to destroy.

Fade Out.

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Segment: IT’S HITZIRRAH! (Credit: Hitman/Gooey)

Ah, how a cruise ship can be so relaxing. It’s a time of peace and comfort and this is no exception for the ACW superstars. They can finally take time off from the road and absorb the sun, go to the pool, hang out or do whatever. This relaxation can be a good thing.

But maybe one superstar has let it all go to his head.

We cut to the outside and see ACW’s current hottest diva in the opinion of many fans, Nina Starr. She is donned in light blue sweatpants cut off above her knees and a brown cut off t-shirt. She stretches and admires the sunlight with a smile on her face.

Nina: “We ought to do this more often. Hmm?”

Nina notices a bunch of cardboard boxes that look like towers laying around. She goes over to them and notices there are also some toy green soldiers standing around. As if that weren’t strange enough, she is caught off-guard by the sound of what appears to be a roar. She looks around and blinks.

Nina: “Hello?”

Nina looks around still wondering who it could be. Just then, she is tapped on the shoulder which causes her to scream for a bit. To her relief, though, it is only her partner, the seven foot plus monster Hitman Helsing.

Nina: “You scared me! Don’t do that to me again!”

Hitman looks down and says nothing. Nina backs up one small step.

Nina: “Hitman, why are you looking at me like that? Are you okay?”

Hitman still says nothing which begins to worry Nina. Finally a grin shows up on his face as he picks up Nina and places her on his left shoulder.

Hitman: “HITZILLA SMASH!”

Nina: “Hitzilla?! What are you on?!”

Hitman approaches the cardboard box towers and mocks a roar before stomping one. Nina looks on at a bizarre Hitman as another box gets stomped. Thankfully, no one is around to see this… except for Gooey and Holly.

Gooey: OH NO! IT HITZIRRAH!

Holly takes flight gliding circles around Hitman who just roars and swings at Holly, Holly makes some gun turret sounds avoiding the bear trap hands clawing clawing away trying to reach her. When out of nowhere Gooey baseball slides behind the little green men with his hands over his mouth, obviously throwing his voice.

LGM#1: C'mon men, falter not his size is only to intimidate you!

Hitman pulls out a flask for a quick swig, keeping the alcohol in his mouth while he retrieves a lighter, spewing a stream of flame on the little green dudes.

LGM#2: Augh! The horrible agonizing PAIN! Why God why?!

LGM#3: Where is our American hero G.I. Joe?!

Joe: -muffled voice from Hitman's shoe- M ofer here!

Barbie: Help! Help!

LGM#3: Who will save that helpless woman trapped on that building?

Gooey stands up heeding to the cry of the situation

Gooey: Do not fear! GooeyGarth is here!

Gooey gets a running start before lunging into the carboard box tower, he reaches out and manages to grab the barbie and knock over the boxes in the process revealing a homeless man wearing a bandana.

Everyone: !

With cat like reflexes the man points his finger like a gun and safety rolls away making 'pew pew' noises at everyone he sees leaving everyone behind to process what just happened in the past couple of minutes.

Nina: “You are on crack, you know that?”

Hitman looks down at the ground before turning back to Nina.

Hitman: “I’m sorry, I had to do it to get my mind off of some shit in my life.”

Nina: “What kind of…”

Hitman puts a finger to her mouth as if to change the subject.

Hitman: “Um, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Why don’t me, you and Gooey get something to eat? My treat. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

Gooey and Nina look at Hitman then nod to him before leaving the giant to himself for the time being. The monster sighs as he reaches into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He pulls out a picture and sighs. It appears to be a picture from last year which shows Hitman and a little girl smiling for the camera. He puts the picture back in his wallet and the wallet back in his pocket before sighing once more.

Hitman: “I’ll find you, little sis. They can’t hold you captive forever.”

With that said, Hitman leaves the scene…

End segment.

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Segment: News from the Capitol
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from the break, the lighting structure dims, and the Alphatron shows a short video package. The film highlights Steve Phillips’ Primary victory in Illinois, before cutting to a live shot of the man himself, sitting in a desk, in Washington D.C.

The Senator: Well, well, well, things here sure are hectic! That sure was one heck of a Tuesday, but I was confident throughout the entire process, unlike a number of my campaign workers. Now, I have business to take care of in D.C., issues to handle in Illinois, and preparing for the big election...to be fair, I shall call it the “big” election, but I do believe that I got the hardest step out of the way. Durbin can complain all he wants, but let us all face it, I won, and he lost. I may be many things, but a sore loser is not one of them, and I hope that Mr. Durbin will come to his senses, or whatever is left of them, and realize that he is only destroying any further chances of elect-ability to an office higher than dogcatcher, with his immature, childish tactics. I could go on, and on, but you people did not come to the ACW Tour or tune into Meltdown to watch me rant about politics on a big screen, so I shall cut straight to the ACW portion of my message.

Phillips stands up out of his chair, before continuing.

Senator: I could not help but to notice that Santiago Rivera no longer wishes to remain a member of the Senatorial Stable. I wish him the best of luck in his further endeavors within ACW, but I do that with a stern warning. Cross the Stable now, and you shall indeed be shown no mercy, Santiago. I have heard as of late, some complaints about the size of our esteemed fighting unit, but with the departure of Anthony Kalb, Kevin Fitsharris, and Santiago Rivera, we will be more cohesive than ever before. One last thing…

The Senator reaches down below his desk and stands up with a Fallen Heroes ’06 shirt, holding it up to the side.

Senator: I may not have any real idea when I will be able to come back to compete in ACW, but I will make one thing clear, I will be there in time for Fallen Heroes, and, make no doubt, I will be a force to be reckoned with in the battle royal! I have achieved a major victory in the political field, now, it is time for me to do the same in the squared circle, and that, my friends, is nothing…but the truth!

Fade Out.