Thursday Night Meltdown 11th May 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Two guys and The Head of a Tiger. (Credit: FSX)

Returning backstage once again, it appears that Fallen Souls has successfully made his escape from paying a phone bill...from the 23rd dimension... Anyway, he appears to be pleased with himself as he makes his way toward his own personal locker room. By the looks of his attire, and general demeanor, it appears that he wasn't exactly expecting any competition tonight. In fact, it appeared he may have only showed up to cheer on his fellow stable mates.

...Though not being prepared for the unimaginable is always a bad idea.. As he approached his door, a quiet, yet very irritated mumbling was heard from within. Now, anyone who was aware of pre-time machine FSX on Warfare is well aware of what COULD be making his sound, yet this didn't change the fact he was completely oblivious. He paused for a moment, staring at the door, before shrugging off any worry and unlocking it nonchalantly.

......BUT TO HIS HORROR, HE COULD NOT SAVE HIMSELF FROM THE GRAVE MISTAKE HE HAD JUST COMMITTED!!!

?? : Argh!! It's everywhere!! Why are you doing this too me?!?

?? #2: BECAUSE YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!

As the camera panned to the action, to the general disbelief of Fallen and the Cameraman himself, Will Anger and Kevin Anderson were seen rolling around on the ground fighting, whilst a toaster was plugged in for some reason, and Will Anger was covered in Jelly. Anger appeared to be struggling beneath Kevin, well he was being covered in Jelly...for an unknown reason. Does anyone honestly want to know? I didn't think so.

Fallen stared astonished at the site for about a minute, before rushing into the room and kicking Kevin off of Will.

FSX: Ok, ok, enough! You both need serious help!

Kevin: He ruined my fucking life! IF I DON'T GET MY CEREAL, THEN YOU CAN BE MY BREAKFAST!!

Will: Aagghhhh! Cannibal! Help me!

FSX: ...Seriously? I mean, I knew you were sick and deranged when you showed up here on Warfare...but I didn't honestly think this could last until Meltdown! Stop trying to eat him!

Kevin : NEVER!!...Hey...Anger....guess what...?

Will: W-what..?

Kevin: YOUR GREEEEEEEEEEAT!!!

With this, Kevin proceeded to bite into Will's are, breaking the flesh well Will screamed like a small child. Never mess with a second-rate interviewer whom is missing an ear...

Will: SOUUUUULS! HEEEEEELP!!!

FSX:...Hmm...Maybe I can get Ginger to give me a new locker room..

Will: W...what?!? You wouldn't abandon me, would you?

Fallen swiftly left the locker room as Anger screamed for help...and the toast was done. The perfect picture of a malicious Kevin Anderson expressing his new found psychotic cannibalism was shown, before the door was slammed and locked once again. Fallen literally ripped off his nameplate from the door, and walked away....before returning a moment later to place a 'Bio-hazard' sticker on the door.

Voice of Will: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Voice of Kevin: PUT YOUR HEAD BACK ON!!! I WANT TO EAT YOUR WILD SIDE FIRST!!!!

FSX: Well...that's the end of that.

He whistled to himself as he walked down the hall in the direction of Ginger's office. Fallen seems that he'd already decided that nothing in the wasteland that was his locker room was salvageable, assuming that it was just covered in Jelly by now anyway. Just as he was reaching Ginger's office, something caught his eye just before he had. The camera turned to give the audience a closer look of what exactly he was staring at, which turned out just to be the Match List for the night. His jaw had literally dropped as he stared, apparently just now realizing that he was booked for the night... Let alone in a match with the current WORLD CHAMPION.

After taking a moment to comprehend it all, he grinned from ear to ear and ran off in the direction opposite Ginger's office. What could actually make him excited about such a doomed match you might wonder..

FSX: FINALLY! MY WORLD TITLE SHOT!!!! WOOOOOO!

Misreading it apparently. The Cameraman himself attempted to catch up with Fallen to tell him that it was in fact, NOT a world title match, but he was unable to…Well, at least this gives him decent motivation.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Retro Segment #15 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)

Dawn

Tokyo, Japan
October 31st, 2005
Streets of Tokyo

Ah, Tokyo. If you ever needed to find anything to purchase, you can always count on Tokyo to have it. Which is very fortunate, as that’s what Yoko and Sarin are doing today. They’ve been to various stores without much success on finding whatever it is that they’re searching for. They’re currently in a mall.

Sarin: Yoko, it’s nearly time for our plane. We still haven’t gotten anything.

Yoko: I know, I know! I don’t know what to buy her!

Sarin: Well, what did you parents get YOU for your 13th birthday?

Yoko: A croquet mallet.

Sarin: That doesn’t help, then. But Yuki is turning 13 today, so she needs a great gift from us. But it’s not going to matter if we miss our plane, because it’ll be hell getting another trip back in time for her party!

Yoko: You’re right, we’re almost late for the plane! Come on, we have to leave NOW. Maybe we could find something in Okinawa. Maybe…What’s that?

As they are passing a mall jewelry store, they both notice that a thick smoke is creeping along the floor and slowly rising higher, enveloping the area in a type of fog. People begin to panic as if it were a fire. Yoko and Sarin see a man in a wifebeater and a purple cape coming up the escalator. He’s quickly shrouded in the thickening fog, though, like everything else.

??: Nobody panic! Remain calm, and I, The Purple Haze, will be out of here in a flash. No one has to die.

Yoko: Sarin, we have to stop him.

Sarin: But I can’t see anything!

Yoko: Do you have your fan and sunglasses?

Sarin: Yes, but-

Yoko: No one can see us, either. Let’s fight!

Yoko reaches into her bag and whips out the Kato mask and cat ears, and pulls the mallet of her jacket.

Sarin: Well, I still can’t see.

Yoko: Shhh.

They both listen, and hear the glass in the jewelry shop shattering. Sarin immediately throws her fan in that direction. After the sound of a thunk and some things falling to the ground, it returns to her.

Purple Haze: Ow, my hands! Who did that?!

Sarin: Fear not, citizens of Tokyo, Frost and Gatogal have arrived to put this criminal behind bars!

Purple Haze: Good luck catching what you can’t see!

She flings her fan again in the direction of his voice.

Purple Haze: Ow, my nose!

Gatogal: Surrender now, or we’ll hurt you much worse!

The haze is already beginning to thin out a bit. They catch a flash of his purple cape fleeing, and begin chasing it, haze or no haze. They’re fast, but he’s faster. After a chase around a couple of corners, to the other end of the mall, the fog has cleared. And they see that that’s not The Purple Haze they’re chasing, it’s a civilian with the cape stuck into the back of her jeans, simply fleeing from the trouble.

They both look back the way they came, and see The Purple Haze, capeless, fleeing back down the escalator with a bag of various jewels.

Sarin: We can’t let him get away!

They dash back to the location as fast as they can and then down the escalator. He’s nowhere in sight, so they rush to the entrance and go outside. They’re already panting, that was a long and fast run.

But there he is!

He and another man, in a baggy black boxing robe with red trim, are quickly loading some heavy equipment, likely fog machines, into the back of an already running van. Upon seeing Gatogal and Frost, The Purple Haze leaps into the back of the van and closes the doors. The other man goes for the driver’s side. He looks at them as they’re rushing over, waves at them mockingly, hops in, and drives off.

Yoko: I don’t believe this, he got away!

Sarin: THEY got away. He had help, there. He was waiting out here the entire time, I bet. Purple Haze goes in with the fog, hits the jewelry store quickly, runs back out and they speed off. This one was planned well. And tricking us with that cape decoy, that was crafty.

Yoko: He…He got away!

Sarin: I’m as furious as you are. But the best thing we can do here is remember what he can do and how he does it, and get him the next time he decides to rob something.

Yoko: But…He got away!

Sarin: …YOKO, THE PLANE! WE MISSED THE PLANE!

Yoko: Yuki’s party!

Sarin: Come on, we HAVE to get to the airport! We can’t miss her 13th birthday party!

They remove their disguises and rush off to the airport, hoping their plane was delayed or that they can catch another one.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW Tag Title Match
Flower Power vs. Demon Inc v2 (Credit: Hitman)

We now cut to the ring where Philip stands.

Philip: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, from Okinawa, Japan, they are the reigning ACW Tag Team Champions, Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi, FLOWER POWER!"

"Flower of Carnage" enters the arena to a very loud reception. Yoko and Sarin step out onto the stage with the tag titles on one shoulder each and their respective custom titles on each shoulder. They high-five some fans then approach the ring and go over some strategy together. They slide under the bottom rope and ascend to a separate turnbuckle, raising their titles in the air which garners another pop from the fans. They hop down onto the mat and hear the music die down. After five seconds, Philip resumes.

Philip: "And their challengers, at a combined weight of 495 pounds, making their ACW debut tonight, XS3 and Punished Fox, DEMON INC V2!"

"Chop Suey" by System of a Down then hits and the fans give a pop for the ACW newcomers, if you will. XS3 and Fox step out onto the stage. Experienced ACW fans may remember XS3 as Hitman's former manager so he is no stranger to the environment. This is Fox's first ACW match so maybe the nerves are beginning to settle in. Nonetheless, they make their way down to the ring, tagging hands with the fans they pass, then enter the ring and pose on the second rope. The music dies down and Flower Power hand their tag titles over to the referee who gives them to the timekeeper.

***Bell rings***

Sarin and XS3 start off in the ring with a handshake out of respect before continuing on. They lock up and XS3 gets the advantage on Sarin with a side headlock. Sarin attempts to counter with a whip into the ropes yet she cannot due to her bigger opponent. XS3 keeps the headlock applied then spins quickly, applying a hammerlock. Sarin does not give into this easily and she reverses it into one of her own. XS3 then counters the move with an over the shoulder snapmare. Sarin gets up quickly and the fans pop for a standoff that occurs between the two. XS3 nods with a small smirk on his face. Sarin nods back then locks up with her opponent again. XS3 forces Sarin into his own corner and makes a tag to Fox. XS3 leaves the ring and allows Fox to toss Sarin to the mat with a hip toss that makes even Yoko cringe. Fox then delivers a pair of elbow drops to Sarin's temple before making the cover. At two, Sarin kicks out.

Fox makes the tag to his older brother who drops down and applies a side headlock to Sarin. The technicality is showing in this match as Sarin stands up and drops down, delivering a drop toe hold that sends XS3 face first into the mat. Sarin then keeps a hold of XS3's ankle and makes the tag to Yoko, which gets a pop from the fans. Yoko heads to the top rope then flies off, dropping an elbow across the back of XS3's head. Sarin rolls out of the ring and Yoko makes the cover. Only a two count is produced. Yoko sees XS3 stand then bounces off the ropes and delivers a knee smash right to the jaw. The big man drops to the canvas like a sack of bricks and Yoko covers once more. Once again, it is another two count that leaves Yoko a wee bit disappointed that wasn't a three. Still, she does not complain and she continues on with the match. Yoko goes to help XS3 up but is caught with a European uppercut out of nowhere. A stunned Yoko is then whipped into the corner where XS3 makes the tag to Fox. The two toss Yoko to the mat then look at the fans. XS3 gets Fox in a back suplex position and lifts him up then turns it into a double leg drop onto the former World Champion. XS3 leaves the ring and Fox covers. Yoko kicks out before three leaving Sarin very relieved.

Fox then decides to slow things down with a ground abdominal stretch to Yoko, who still feeling the effects of the double leg drop. The ref asks her if she wants to quit but Yoko says no. Sarin pounds the turnbuckle in her corner and reaches out to her partner. Yoko soaks in the support of the crowd and the momentum rush forces her to roll backwards from the submission hold. She rolls to her feet and catches Fox with a dropkick that knocks him to the mat. Both are down in the center of the ring and both try to reach out to their partners. Yoko makes the tag to Sarin first which makes the fans cheer and Fox tags out to XS3. Sarin catches XS3 off guard with a bicycle kick to the temple then makes sure Fox gets a bicycle kick of his own. XS3 is then knocked into the ropes with a heel kick by Sarin who goes for a whip. Fox makes a blind tag, unknowingly to Sarin, and watches XS3 reverse the whip. Fox enters the ring and grabs Sarin for a Russian leg sweep. He drops down for the move right after XS3 delivers a thundering lariat that nearly turns Sarin inside out. Fox hooks the leg for the cover. 1-2-thr- Fox stands up from the pin and turns to XS3, still in the ring. They signal for the Demon Drop which Yoko predicts. Sarin slowly stands up and is reeled into a German suplex by XS3. Just before he launches Sarin for the Demon Drop, Yoko tosses her partner up, causing her to backflip into Fox, who catches her by the waist. Yoko then hits a leg lariat to XS3 that knocks him down while Sarin rolls forward and pins Fox to the mat. 1-2-3!

Philip: “Here are your winners and still ACW Tag Team Champions, FLOWER POWER!”

Yoko and Sarin rush towards each other and embrace, obviously happy with their win. The referee hands the two their titles and they hold them high in the air for the fans to see. XS3 and Fox are now standing and they approach Flower Power. After a couple of seconds, XS3 and Fox extend their hands to Yoko and Sarin. The champs look around then nod and accept the handshake, garnering a pop from the fans. Though they did not win the tag titles, Demon Inc v2 will continue to impress throughout the weeks. But for now, they leave the ring to allow Flower Power to celebrate their win.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "What to do next?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

The door to the garage area opens and Rattlesnake walks through with a grin on his face. Instead of wearing his traditional ring attire, he's dressed in a suit and wearing green sunglasses. He slides them off and sets them inside his jacket.

Rattlesnake: Ahh how great it is.

Rattlesnake walks through the corridor, looking around at all of the backstage workers setting stuff up.

Rattlesnake: Now see, this is what should be happening. Everybody working, doing their own thing, and me walking around without a care in the world. Some people might think that what I've done over the last few weeks is nothing short of groundbreaking.

Rattlesnake laughs as he continues walking around aimlessly. He sees a chair off to the side and walks over to it and sits down.

Rattlesnake: It's true that I've done things here that no one would suspect. But it isn't over the past few weeks. It's been the whole time I've been here. My proof is this, I won my debut match...I went undefeated in my first month...I won my first Pay-Per-View match...I beat both Senator Steve Phillips and Santiago Rivera in Phillips favorite match...I stepped into Fallen Heroes, eliminated three people and made it to the final four...and to top it all off, I stood victorious in the biggest upset this year when I beat BK London in the ring.

Rattlesnake smirks. Everyone knows he's quite arrogant. It's usually the downfall of most people...but not him. No...this somehow motivated him. But there's one thing he can't help but think about. What could he possibly do to top what he had done just one week ago? Just then someone walks up to Rattlesnake.

??: Excuse me, Rattlesnake?

Rattlesnake looks at the person. He huffs and decides to respond.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, what do you want?

??: Well, my name is Jim. I'm just working back here temporarily. I just wanted to say that unlike all those people out there, I'm a huge Snakeling.

Rattlesnake nods. The tone in his voice is full of skepticism.

Rattlesnake: Is that a fact?

Jim: Yeah. I was hoping you would have won that battle royale at Fallen Heroes. It would have been impressive.

Rattlesnake: That's true.

Jim: But that's not to say that you weren't impressive at all. I mean, you were finishing up your second month here and you ended up getting really far. No one gave you much credit and you really turned some heads.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, I should have won that. I should be facing the World Champion at Omega Effect. But you know what? I'm not going to let it bother me.

Jim: You should be lined up for a shot. After all, you pinned BK London last week. He was the number one contender at Fallen Heroes. He's even got a rematch coming up.

Rattlesnake: You've got a point. After all, I could beat the champion worse than a scorching case of herpes.

Jim: Are you sure about that?

Rattlesnake: Yeah, I'd say I'm sure about that.

Jim: Why don't you challenge her?

Rattlesnake: Listen buddy, I didn't ask for what you think. I didn't even intend to play twenty questions with you.

Jim: Well, I just wanted to really ask you about what you plan to do as your next impact. How can you top what you did last week?

Rattlesnake: You're not the first person to ask me that and I doubt you'll be the last either. After I tell you what I tell them, run off, ok?

Jim: Ok.

Rattlesnake: I tell them that I don't know. The impacts keep coming when they do. All I can say is that the next thing that happens will make my most recent impact seem like just another day of the week. It's all about doing something unexpected and I can guarantee that something else will happen soon. Maybe not today...maybe not tomorrow...but soon. Now go ahead and take your leave.

Jim: R-right.

Jim runs off so he can get back to work while Rattlesnake shakes his head.

Rattlesnake: Dumbass. Who the hell does he think he is making me answer his questions like he's an interviewer? He's lucky I didn't give him a special "claim to fame" right here...and I don't mean an autograph.

Rattlesnake gets up from the chair and continues walking down the corridor. He eventually gets to his locker room and walks inside. The door stays open.

Rattlesnake: What to do tonight? Just what could I do? I don't know, but something better happen tonight.

The door slowly closes with Rattlesnake standing around.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: News! (Credit: Latino)

As the show returns from commercial, the audience at home and in the arena are shown a hospital hallway. The hospital is of course clean as it can be and as white as an albino…..something…object…..animal….sure. Nurses and doctors walk by and two nurses come by pushing a stretcher with a new patient that just came from the emergency room. Suddenly a different doctor walks into the view and stands in front of the camera. The doctor does not seem to be the one whom we last saw getting pummeled by Torak, in fact this seems to be a different facility altogether.

Doctor: Is this where I stand?

Cameraman: Yes. Right there.

Doctor: Oh ok. Sorry I’m new to this.

Cameraman: Just talk now.

Doctor: Oh right. Well I am the doctor of Mr. Victor Laureano. I have been looking over Mr. Laureano the past few days and he has suffered a few injuries. The severity of these injuries have stemmed due to his recurring history of similar injuries.

The doctor now holds up Latino’s x-rays and then holds it up to the light just behind them.

Doctor: As you can see he suffered a couple cracked ribs here…here….and here. He also torn a muscle just around his back due to the…”scuffle” between himself and Torak. Luckily, Mr. Laureano seems to be a fast healer and has quickly recovered from a majority of his cracked ribs. He will remain in the hospital until the weekend at my own demand. This is against Mr. Laureano’s orders to be released.

The doctor now puts away the x-ray sheet in his folder and after smoothing down his coat looks at the camera.

Doctor: Thank you.

* Fades to Black *

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Torak vs. Hunter

As the show enters its latter half, the next match is “big” in every sense of the word. The crowd settles a little as Philip comes to the ring.

Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Rochester, New York, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… Andrew Hunter!

”These Walls” blares into the arena, and the crowd gets up on its feet making a lot of noise as Hunter makes his entrance. Some fans boo, but given who his opponent is, others choose to show some support. Hunter appears largely indifferent, and slides into the ring, walking around it as he takes off his trenchcoat and steels himself for what is to follow.

Then the arena darkens a second time, and “Broken Man” assaults the ears of all those present.

Philip: And his opponent, from the depths of the ACW arena… Torak!

Following the events of Warfare, many people are surprised to see Torak make his entrance on schedule; but his physical woes are the least of his current torments. Torak stalks to the ring, making any who catch his gaze shrink back in cold dread; he steps over the ropes, and simply stares at those in it in a way that makes Philip hurry to exit while he still has all his limbs attached. The referee and Hunter don’t have that option, and the referee opts to call for the bell at once.

Bell Rings.

Anyone with half a braincell would consider Torak to be a massive threat to their present and future health and happiness, and Hunter most certainly falls into that category; despite his recent injuries, Torak looks well and truly in the mood to inflict some serious pain, and Hunter has to keep on his toes as his opponent moves toward him and swings out a mighty arm to try and knock him down. Hunter dodges this, but Torak reads his foe’s movement and plants a boot directly into Hunter’s abdomen, making Hunter gasp and the crowd wince in sympathy. Torak starts to batter Hunter across the back and shoulders with rapid and highly forceful blows as he is bent forward, and Hunter has to drop and roll forward to make a space between himself and his opponent. He grits his teeth as he sees Torak stomping toward him again, and adopts a defensive position as Torak starts thumping him a second time. Torak has energy to draw from his ongoing rage at life in general, but it comes in short bursts and as soon as Hunter senses Torak’s pace beginning to slacken a little, he begins his retaliation, laying down a couple of kicks to Torak’s midsection and then hitting him with forearms to the head as Torak bends forward. Being in close proximity to Torak for any amount of time, however, carries its own risks, and as Hunter attempts to DDT his sizable foe, Torak instead grabs Hunter and produces a belly to belly suplex. Torak’s sheer height makes it a long way down for Hunter, and Torak makes a pin purely to see what effect his suplex has had, for he wants Hunter to suffer a great deal more before this match is over. Hunter kicks out at about the 1.5 mark, which does not seem to surprise Torak greatly.

As intimidating as Torak is, Hunter will not allow himself to become awestruck, for he’s faced far grimmer situations. He gets back on his feet quickly, and takes advantage of the fact that Torak is considerably slower to apply a Bear Trap (Camel Clutch). Keeping this in place is difficult due to the breadth of Torak’s shoulders, but Hunter still manages to hold it for a good 20 seconds, placing strain on Torak’s back and neck in the process. When Torak eventually throws him off, Hunter nips back to his feet and rushes around behind Torak, kicking him in the lower back; Torak spins around and almost connects with an impromptu Lariat, but Hunter avoids it and uses a high angled elbow to make Torak reel and lose his bearings for a few seconds. Hunter uses his strength to whip Torak into one of the corners and proceeds to try and stomp seven bells out of his opponent; the fans cheer, excited to see the usually dominant Torak being tested, but Torak’s anger is building afresh and he comes out of the corner with a mighty swinging arm that knocks Hunter almost back into the centre of the ring. As Hunter struggles to regain his footing, Torak lifts him up and performs his Slipstream (pump handle Michinoku Driver) to a great cry from the crowd. Some of the fans think it’s over as Torak pins, but Hunter kicks out just after the 2 count, demonstrating the resilience that he’s built up over a large number of grueling ACW matches. Torak looks a little annoyed that Hunter kicked out under his own power, and the two men’s eyes meet for a split second as Hunter is getting himself back up – both glare at one another defiantly, and it’s anyone’s guess as to where this one goes from here.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Hunter’s attack comes without warning, and with a new level of determination; he channels all his strength into a stream of kicks and forearms that, while not delivering a single knockout blow, steadily hurt Torak and make him react with greater anger and less precision. When Torak tries to grasp his foe once again, Hunter claps him hard around the ears, disorientating Torak just long enough for Hunter to deliver his Dynamite. He pins, and gets a 2 count; deciding that the chances of completing the Shotgun successfully are low, Hunter instead gets up, and rapidly executes his APM before Torak has a chance to get up. The crowd cheers as Hunter hits the move… and cheers again when Torak thrashes out of the pin just before the 3 count; Hunter barely has time to register a look of surprise on his face before Torak has him by the throat. He makes the crowd yell as he lifts Hunter up above his head, demonstrating his enormous strength, and then brings him down by press-slamming him on to one of the turnbuckles. The referee, alarmed by this, tries to warn Torak, but Torak is pumped full of adrenaline and simply lashes out, striking the referee and knocking him to the ground. The crowd yells again, and as Hunter drops on to the mat, Torak paces next to the ropes, waiting for the referee to recover and savouring the moment before he deals the final blow…

…but Hunter is not out of this yet; he is dazed, but starts to pull himself up using the ropes. As he is doing this, Torak keeps his eyes firmly upon his opponent – which means that he has no chance of spotting the man and woman who suddenly emerge from the crowd. The woman jumps up on the apron and applies a sturdy chop to the back of Torak’s head, jumping as she does so to get the required height; this makes Torak unsteady for a moment, so that the man accompanying her, who appears to have only one eye, is able to pull him backward and entangle Torak’s mighty frame in the ropes. The Asian woman, who is simply dressed for speed and ease of movement rather than to serve as eye candy, purses her lips and regards Torak coolly as her companion searches under the ring for something.

The crowd, who is already booing this interference in the match, becomes much louder as they see that the man has a sledgehammer. What happens next is made all the more shocking by the man’s attitude; without batting an eyelid, he enters the ring, and as Hunter, still dizzy, turns around, he is met by a savage shot from the weapon. Hunter crumbles, and blood starts to stream from a wound to the head as he hits the canvas; the one eyed man simply regards this without any discernable emotion, and then turns to look at Torak, who is by now glaring a hole into the back of his head.

The one eyed man walks forward, and picks his spot before taking a swing at his second target. Torak, however, is not about to be a sitting duck, and with a roar he wrenches himself free with such force that he manages to detach one of the ring ropes at the turnbuckle, and the man misses him. The woman raises an eyebrow as Torak charges at the intruder; the man sidesteps and uses the sledgehammer in a defensive fashion to push Torak back a little way as he passes, before looking at the woman. She nods, apparently satisfied, and the pair exit as swiftly as they came, the man taking the sledgehammer with him.

The referee comes around in time to see a frustrated and furious Torak, who understands little and cares less about what’s just occurred, taking out his anger by delivering the Medievil Driver to Hunter, who is in no state to defend himself. He makes the cover, and the referee carries out his duty, counting the 1…2…3.

Philip: Here is your winner… Torak!

The referee looks around him at the chaotic scene in the ring as medics come running down to check on Hunter, who is still out cold and still bleeding. Torak stalks around a little, but the worst of his rage seems to have cooled, and he leaves the ring in a brooding silence, possibly thinking about the strange interlopers, possibly lost in his own unfathomable thought processes. Hunter is slowly coming around as the crew starts to attend to the damaged ring, and the show cuts to a commercial break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: An unexpected reunion (Credit: Rose)

All my possessions for a moment in time… –The last words of Queen Elizabeth I[/i][/color]

Torak Vs Hunter has just concluded in rather controversial fashion. Backstage, people are running back and forth in a more frantic pace than usual. Most are shocked by the appearance of this apparent newcomer, and the rest are screaming some sort of strange jargon that sounds something like “Snaaaaaaaaaake!” “Piiiiiiiiiiiit!” all while ranting on and on about some sort of…”Brawl.” Subliminal messages aside, everybody is quite shocked at the moment, for one reason or another.

No person looks more shocked, however, than Jack Conner. In fact, he looks as if he’s seen a ghost. Perhaps he has. On his right is ACW’s least favorite interviewer, Mr. Kevin Anderson. One wonders why Kevin would request yet another interview after his near debacle last time… Still, he starts the interview in a surprisingly professional manner.

Kevin: Well, I guess all this is all just business as usual in ACW. I wonder who in the hell that guy was. Well, I suppose we’ll find out some other time. In any event, I’m here again with Jack Conner for a quick interview. As opposed from last week, I’d only like to ask a few questions, and the first one is…

Kevin looks at Jack and starts too become genuinely concerned.

Kevin: Mr. Conner, are you OK? You’re shaking. What’s wrong? Do you need me to get the trainer?

Jack: I’m…fine. It’s…not anything I want to talk about here…

Kevin: Well then, I guess I’ll get on with the interview. The first thing I’d like to ask you is what you think—

Just then, Kevin stops mid-sentence and this humdrum interview becomes a tad more interesting. The One-Eyed Man from earlier calmly walks on screen with his sledge hammer in tow. Only steps behinds him is the Asian woman who appears to be his manager, handler, or something like it, anyway.

One-Eyed Man: You don’t want to tell the world about your own son, Father? Here I thought you’d be proud of me.

Before Jack can say anything, the woman cuts him off with a sneer.

Woman: I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr. Conner. Your son has told me so much about you.

As the Woman finishes, the One-Eyed Man, apparently Chance Conner, goes face to face with his the man he claims is his father.

One-Eyed Man: Did you ever tell her the real reason I left? Or could you not summon up the nerve before she died.

Jack: You know that she—

One-Eyed Man: Oh, I know. I know about everything. If it takes me until the day I die, then I’ll—

Finally Jack recovers somewhat from his state of shock and starts to exhibit signs of anger mixed with sadness.

Jack: Son… I ain’t seen you in a few years now, and this is how you wanted us to meet? There hasn’t been a night that’s gone by that I ain’t worried about you. From the looks of it…

Jack stares at where his son’s eye was the last time they saw one another.

Jack: You’ve had a real hard time… I’m sorry for what happened between us before, I’m sorry that you didn’t get to see your mother before she passed away, and I’m sorry as hell that I haven’t been there for you like I should… But that’s all in the past now. We can still be a family again.

The One-Eyed Man chuckles sarcastically while the Woman gives her two cents in the equally sarcastic tone that’s quickly becoming her trademark.

Woman: Did you hear that? He wants to be your Father again! It’s that just wonderful?

One-Eyed Man: It’s far too late for that now. You’ve made your choices…and I’ve made mine.

Jack:…

Woman: The legendary Jack Conner? At a loss for words? Amazing.

Any anger that Jack ever had has quickly descended into sorrow.

Jack: If you hate me so much…then why’d you even come? Can you at least tell me that?

The One-Eyed Man starts to look uneasy and turns towards his attractive cohort. She quickly pulls out the silver dollar that was first seen by ACW fans the previous week. She flips it into the air, catches it, and turns is it over. The end result is that it simply lands on heads.

One-Eyed Man: No. Better luck next time, we’ve got paperwork to sign anyway. The next time I see you…it won’t be pretty…

The One-Eyed Man walks off-screen and, before she follows him out, the mysterious Woman has some parting words for Kevin, of all people.

Woman: Hmmph, I suppose you’ll do. Here.

She hands him a sheet of paper.

Kevin: This is…

Woman: You’re a fast one. Yes, that is the card for next week. If you could be so kind as to read it off to ACW’s viewers, who knows, you might be able to save people from getting hurt.

The lady walks off and Kevin is left all alone with a very sorrowful Jack Conner.

Kevin: It says… Jack Cheng versus Mystery Opponent, heads. Tornado versus Scott Andrews, tails…and there’s a five written right next to it. There’s nothing written beside any of the other matches… Mr. Conner, is that man really your son?

Jack Conner has a very far away look his eyes.

Jack:...

Kevin: Well, whatever the case is, I hope everything will be ok.

Jack: Yes…yes he is...or at least he’s a man who used to be my son…

Kevin: Well, in light of recent events, I guess this interview is over. Thankyou, Mr. Conner.

Jack doesn’t say anything at all, he just walks off looking like a very old man.

Fade to Black.

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Segment: A date with destiny (Credit: Dan)

The arena is on their feet as the remix of the Welsh National Anthem hits. Despite normally being more of a foe against the fans, the fans are cheering Dan as he walks down the ramp, looking pretty smart in a black pinstriped suit, and light blue shirt. He marches down to the ring, slides underneath the ropes and smirks as he coolly removes his sunglasses, placing them inside his top pocket. The fans quieten down rather quickly, and Dan smiles as a microphone is handed to him by the cameraman.

Dan: You know I have had a pretty weird rough-and-tumble period over the last couple of weeks. Well, saying that, I have drawn with Hunter in an over the top rope challenge and I was cheated out of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. I was screwed by who was considered to be my stable partner and friend, Jonny Spade. Well Jonny, and the rest of the Untouchables for that matter, fuck you. Fuck you all. I don’t need you, and I’d like to see you survive without your number one athlete. I don’t consider people such as Jonny Space friends when they choose to eliminate me from the battle royale, even though he knew he didn’t stand a chance.

Dan pauses briefly, allowing the fans to take in what he’s saying.

Dan: That brings me to the lighter side of life. Last week on Meltdown I defeated my old foe Jake Cheng in a cage match. If you do not have two brain cells that are attached to each other, then let me tell you why the cage was chosen. Jake is an ass. He also has ass friends. Look at ‘Mr. HIV’ Santiago Rivera, and BK London, a man’s man, if you know what I mean. Oh and there’s that little yapping shit that hangs around with them…Prudence I think they call him. Anyways, the cage was used to lock me and Jake in there, and avoid all possible Corporate Alliance interference. Of course I’d take on the Alliance by myself any day, any time, any place, it’s just a matter of whether they want to throw down the gauntlet and accept.

Dan pauses again, smirking as he takes out his sunglasses, and places them over his eyes.

Dan: But I mean, I don’t really have time for all these shenanigans. I have an interview with a highly-regarded director on Monday, and sadly to say I will not be around to wrestle, or even take part in any action that night. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that’s the way things are.

Dan says the last part with mock sorrow, and the fans don’t eat it at all, booing him as he pins up and smiles.

Dan: Oh, you’re booing? Well I’m really sorry I cannot go. Maybe you can get DD Lite, or Top Draw as they’re more commonly known to suit your entertainment needs. But bring a night cap, you know how those guys are able to put anything to sleep. Well, I guess I should get going. Remember peeps, to keep looking at the stars and aiming for them, because your ambition should never have a set goal. Peace out.

The Welsh National Anthem Remix hits again, and Dan leaves the ring, dropping the mic and smiling as he walks up the ramp. A psychological message has been sent to the fans from Dan, who have yet to have been able to work it out, but Dan still smiles as he leaves through under the titantron, and to the backstage.

Fade out.

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Segment: A Mission for the Assassin (Credit: Scott Andrews)

The ACW camera cuts to the arena as “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” plays over the speakers. A swift pan to the left and we see the Scarlet Assassin himself wander onto the entrance ramp in his usual backstage attire consisting of his red button up work shirt, his black pants, and his snazzy black shades. Usually after a defeat a wrestler would seem disappointed or at least a little ticked off, but surprisingly Scott seems to be doing ok as he walks his cocky walk. It seems he’s back to normal.

He makes his way up the steps, to the crowds disgust (especially after last weeks comments), and he enters the ring. This time he has his microphone handy to spare Philip the hassle of getting off his bum and handing him one. Scott paces the ring until his music begins dying down, although the boos do not.

Scott: Show me a little respect here people and shut your damn mouths!

Like adding fuel to a raging fire. But as all fires do, it eventually dies down.

Scott: Now that you jackasses have got that off your chest, I need to address some issues. Firstly, my singles career didn’t start off how I’d hoped. But after having some time to think about it, I realised that although I lost, I achieved something none of you ugly little bastards could ever achieve in your life. I had a hot lesbian on top of me. And she loved every second of it, hahaha.

Someone from the crowd screams “Yeah but it lasted for three seconds! Just like you in bed!” Scott takes no notice of this seemingly fabricated comment and carries on with his rant.

Scott: But the skill, thrill, and the kill was beaten fair and square, even if it was a cheap roll-up. But she got me. She got me off guard. That was very clever, I like that style. And that’s why I have no shame in losing to Sarin Rossi. She used my own tactics against me and I accept that. But moving on to more important matters, next week I have a match against Tornado. The man that took down the great Kudo Yasuda, or the Great KUDA as he is now known. He ended the longest Entertainment title reign ever. The man no-one could beat. So what better way to boost my status than to take him down, huh? Haha. Piece a’ cake. I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again. Ya’ see I joined the Senatorial Stable for a reason. Not because I was asked by such a great ACW ambassador, Hunter…

The crowd erupts in boos and jeers.

Scott: …But because I wanted to make a name for myself. Sure, I’m one half of the greatest tag team in ACW history…

More boos, accompanied by chants of “G-Unit” and “Bob and Amo” begin to emerge from parts of the crowd.

Scott: But when you’re on your own that accomplishment is tarnished, especially when your own partner turns on you, hahaha.

Chants of “You screwed Lex” begin to filter through the audience and get louder and louder. Scott has no choice but to put his speech on hold while the chant continues. He begins yelling at the crowd over the ropes, and through lip reading it becomes obvious he is telling them to shut up. There is only so much a hot-head like Scott can take. He begins to become irate as he takes his glasses off and throws them at a crowd member wearing a “CBK > You” shirt. His face turns red with fury and the intensity of Scott Andrews returns again. The crowd have pushed him to his limit, and he snaps. He rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair, and heads over towards the same crowd member. He gets in his face, and after a few moments of exchanging small talk, Scott plants the chair in the skull of the…well, ‘plant’. The volume level multiplies as the boos become loud enough to physically hurt the ears of the crowd. Scott rolls back in the ring and grabs the microphone he placed down earlier. He stands and looks directly at the camera, still radiating waves of rage and discontent.

Scott: See this, Tornado?! This is what is going to happen when you try and mess with me! I am in no mood to play games this Monday, so I’m giving you the heads up before I pummel you into the ground! You better pray that I’m not this pissed off at Warfare, junior, because if you mess with the assassin, you’re name goes on the hit list! And trust me, when your name’s on that list, there’s gonna’ be an assassination, and Tornado, unfortunately, that’s gonna’ be you!

Scott throws the microphone at the time keeper and rolls out of the ring. The crowd by the ramp can’t help themselves, and they taunt and yell at Scott. He rips up a “Scott Sux” sign and makes his way up the ramp. The scene cuts to the next portion of Meltdown.

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Segment: Planning Ahead

The scene switches back to a shot of the backstage; Charlotte King is shown holding a mic and standing in a locker room.

Charlotte: I’m hoping to grab a quick interview with the current ACW World Champion before her upcoming match. Alicia-

*Meow*

Charlotte looks around, but continues on with what she’s saying.

Charlotte: Ahem, the current ACW World-

*Meow!*

Charlotte is standing with her back to a somewhat familiar couch; as she looks around again, Richard Parker walks into shot and sits down on the top of the backrest of the couch, curling his tail. Charlotte puts her hand on her hips.

Charlotte: What, you want me to interview you instead?

She holds out her mic to the curious feline; Richard Parker bats it with a paw, and then pounces with his front feet. Charlotte looks alarmed as Parker mauls her microphone and tries to shoo him away without much success; fortunately at that point Alicia hurries into the shot and scoops the cat up in her arms.

AK: Sorry about that, trust Pacino to want to go outside right at that moment. These two are a handful without Victor here to help me.

Charlotte: Of course… we’ve seen an update on events earlier this evening, how are you coping with the current situation concerning your husband?

AK: Obviously, I’m very concerned… but I know that there are some things that Victor has to handle by himself, and this situation is one of those. I’m keeping in contact, and we should hopefully be back together soon physically… our hearts are never apart, of course.

There are a few groans from the audience at the sugary sentiment.

AK: Yeah, I know… I could talk about the unbearable agony of existence, but I think that particular philosophical position is well and truly occupied, so I’ll pass.

Charlotte: Moving on… what’s your interpretation of the situation with BK London? And why did you go out to the ring earlier on to assist someone who’s probably done more to try and harm you in recent times than anyone else?

AK: I don’t blame you for wanting an explanation of that, Charlotte. I mean, I’ve felt that BK’s been a snowflake or two short of a drift for quite some time, but his current condition is something else entirely. It’s safe to say that I’ve done a little homework on the wrestling style of a certain Mr. Angle, in preparation for Monday.

Charlotte: So the World Title Match is still on?

AK: I’ve not been told otherwise. And that’s the main reason I went out there tonight – the Corporate Alliance came very close to costing me my title at Fallen Heroes, and so it makes no sense for me to just allow them to reforge those bonds. Whatever should occur on Warfare, I want the CA to realize that they can’t interfere in my match with impunity. And, given certain other events that have occurred this evening, I’d like to make it clear that that applies to ANYONE who wants to intrude on my business, now or in the future.

Charlotte: Strong words, there… so if you should manage to retain on Monday, what then?

AK: At present, nothing’s set in stone. At the risk of sounding just a tiny bit like Mr. London himself, I hear all these rumors about possible challenges, but no one’s had the guts yet to come right out and throw their hat in the ring. If – no, when I finally put BK’s quest to the sword on Monday, I’ll be issuing an open challenge for Spring into Hell – and we’ll see if anyone in this fed, established or up and coming, has an answer for me.

Charlotte: Oooh, sounds interesting. Now, my final question… what are your thoughts on your match tonight? Surely this should be routine business for you?

AK smiles, and rubs Richard Parker’s head.

AK: At first glance you might think so, Charlotte… but this isn’t just any old match, or any old opponent. FSX… he’s what you might call my “Unicorn” opponent.

Charlotte: Unicorn?

AK: It’s a term I adopted from a film… A Unicorn is something that’s rare and almost impossible to capture, and thus far that’s been my experience with FSX… every time I get close, he’s somehow able to turn things around and make things far tougher than you’d expect. I’m expecting another tight, great match with him tonight… except this time, I’m determined not to let him prance away from me again.

Charlotte: Fascinating. Well, I’ll let you finish preparing-

*Meow*

Richard Parker is sniffing the mic again, and AK and Charlotte laugh.

Charlotte: Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like the final word?

She holds the mic forward, and adopts an attentive, serious air. Richard Parker looks at it closely.

Parker:……..Meow, meow. Meeee-ow!

Charlotte looks at the camera.

Charlotte: I think that says it all, I couldn’t have put it better myself. Back to our announcers at ringside.

Charlotte and Alicia both look into the camera, and even Richard Parker copies them. They lose their composure and burst out laughing a second or so before the scene fades to black.

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Match 6: ACW International Championship
Jonny Spade vs. Macho Man RDK (Credit: Latino)

It’s time for the night’s big title match. The fans can’t wait as Philip enters the ring.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen….this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first the challenger….from Toronto, Canada….weighing in at 245 lbs….and standing tall at 6’4……Jonny Spade!

The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as Bodies by Drowning Pool hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while Jonny can be seen walking through the crowds of people slapping hands with fans. Once he gets to the barrier he jumps on top of it and balances himself on it and leaps across the open space and lands on the apron then hops again over the top rope then once in the ring pyro shoot up and in the ring and Jonny spins around as pyro shower down under him.

Phillip: and the Second time ACW International Champion….from YellowKnife, Canada….weighing in at 270 lbs….at a height of 6’7……”The Macho Man”….RDK!

RDK comes out to a loud pop from the crowd as he holds his newly won title over his shoulder. The title may as well have been waxed as it nearly blinds anyone just looking at it as the spotlight passes by. RDK looks around with a smirk and then walks down the entranceway with a cocky swagger. RDK then walks up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. He grabs the title with his right hand and swings it up in the air as all the flashes from the cameras suddenly go off. The Champion then jumps down into the ring and walks a few steps as he looks over towards Jonny.

* The Bell rings *

The bell rings and RDK starts circling Spade. The fans are already starting a low chant for the champion as he looks around with a smirk. RDK leans in forward as he grapples with Jonny. The two start a small battle of strength. Spade is working on gaining some early control but RDK is pushing back to achieve that same goal. The two move back and forth between these two positions almost to the point of mimicking a teeter tot. The fans are now starting to give out a mixed reaction as some chant out “RDK! RDK! RDK!” and others chant out “Jonny! Jonny! Jonny!” The cameras pan around the arena as many fans hold up signs that say “RDK RULES!” and “RDK = 2x Champ.” Some other fans hold up sign that say “Jonny = Next Champ” and “Spade > RDK.” The camera shoots back to the ring as RDK whips Jonny into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back ducking RDK’s first attack, a clothesline, of the night. Jonny runs past him and bounces off the ropes just in front of him. He then turns around and, just as RDK does the same, jumps up in the air pulling off a textbook perfect dropkick. He nails RDK directly in the face causing him to fall back a few steps and Jonny to fall down on the mat. Spade rolls over to the side and gets back up on his feet within seconds. He waits a brief second and then lunges with another kick to RDK’s knee. The champion grabs his knees in pain and Jonny smacks him the face that sends out a loud echo all over the arena. Jonny Spade then grabs RDK and lifts him up on his shoulders. The fans once again give him a mixed reaction as Spade holds him up and then quickly performs the TKO. Both men come down and RDK takes most of the damage as his body jumps up a couple inches from the impact. Jonny rolls him on his back and then hooks the leg as he drapes his back on top of RDK. The Referee slaps the mat as he makes the count.
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Kickout by RDK as a large portion of the crowd starts pops big. Jonny rolls over to the side and starts getting up as he already knows this match is far from finished. He starts walking around the ring trying to pump up the crowd. The fans are slowly getting behind him as some fans chant “Jonny! Jonny! Jonny!” Behind him, RDK is starting to get up and another portion of the crowd is now chanting for the champion, “RDK! RDK! RDK!” Jonny stops and looks around surprised by all of this. He then turns around just as RDK comes at him with a clothesline. Spade ducks it and spins around facing the champion. He grabs RDK by the shoulder, turning him around, and kicks him in the stomach. Jonny then grabs him by the waist and lifts him up for that old Arn Anderson style Spinebuster. As he brings the champion down, RDK counters it with a swinging DDT. Jonny’s body moves with the momentum and then rolls off to the side as the impact is definitely felt and heard all over the ring. RDK kicks back up onto his feet, garnering a pop from the crowd, and then looks around left and right to all the fans. He then looks down at Jonny Spade and then runs across the ring. As he bounces off of them, RDK stops and quickly comes with a swift elbow drop. He nails it perfectly and then rolls off to the side, grabbing Jonny by the hair. Both men are slowly on their feet as RDK grabs Jonny by his right arm and whips him into the ropes. Spades reverses the Irish Whip with one of his own and sends RDK into the ropes. The champ bounces off and Jonny dropkicks RDK sending him over the top rope and into the outside mats. Jonny slams into the ring mat and then rolls over on his side.

The fans are blasting out all around the arena as Jonny grabs the ropes as leverage to stand back up. He then steps between the ropes and stands on the apron as he gains his composure. In the outside, RDK is getting up and the fans can’t help but slap him on the back. As he turns around Jonny dives off with a big spear. RDK jumps to the side and the grabs Jonny’s head by hair as he forcefully slams his head into the audience barrier. The fans all stand up in a cheer. RDK stumbles back a few steps as Jonny hits the mat and rolls around grabbing his now throbbing head. RDK then walks over and grabs Jonny by the head lifting him up. He throws a right but Spade blocks it and throws one of his own. Suddenly both men are facing off in a battle of rights and lefts. The Referee is already on three as the two do not hair. It’s clear that this match has turned into a true battle of champions. Jonny ducks a clothesline by RDK and knees him in the stomach. Spade then grabs RDK and puts him position for the Drop #3. He lifts up RDK, but champion blocks the advance. He then lifts up Jonny with his Rock Bottom and as Jonny is lifted up in the air, the Referee yells out Five. RDK brings down Spade and the challenger grabs RDK by the back of the head and slams RDK’s face into the mat. At the same time, Jonny is slammed practically imprinted into the outside mat. Both men are laid out now and barely can move and the Referee continues to count.
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Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is declared a draw! Therefore here is your ACW International Champion…..RDK!

RDK rolls over on the outside mats, dazed and confused. He can hear his name yelled out and immediately calls for his title belt. The Referee slides out of the right and grabs a hold of the title and then hands it over to the defending champion. RDK holds up the title high with pride as he stands up with help from the Referee. He then turns around and runs into Jonny, whom is now standing up. The pair look at one another face to face. RDK looks to the side and Jonny does so in the opposite direction. RDK then extends an arm and Jonny doesn’t think twice about accepting it. They shake hands and then hold up both arms as the fans continue to cheer madly.

Fade out to a break.

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Segment: Heartbroken (Credit: BK)

As the scene opens up, BK London can be seen effectively preparing for his match against The Senator tonight by completing multiple hindu squats. The last thing on his mind is what is about to enter the ring, he has a total mindset on defeating The Senator tonight and then going on Monday to destroy Atomic Kitsune in the 2/3 Falls Match for the ACW Heavyweight Championship on Monday. Suddenly a knock is heard at the door and he ceases what he is doing and grabs a towel. He starts wiping the persperation from his head and a knock is heard at the door again.

BK: Come in.

The door opens accordingly and walking into the shot is ACW Diva, Kiley Johnson, looking as beautiful as ever. BK looks at his wife, of course oblivious to the fact that she is his wife, and now squints his eyes, trying to get a better view of her.

BK: Aren't you the girl that woke up by my side in the hospital?

Kiley: Umm yes, yes I am.

BK: .....are you like a stalker or something? Because I already have a wife and kid at home.

He couldn't be any more right. She stares into his brown eyes and BK stares back at her, noticeably uncomfortable with this situation.

BK: Umm, is there a reason you are staring at me?

And at this moment Kiley nearly breaks apart, as she stares into the man she loves she no longer sees the eyes of her lover. She continues gazing at him but she feels nothing like she would normally feel from looking into the eyes of her man. Finally, she let's loose.

Kiley: PLEASE BK! Remember me! I'm your wife! You have to remember me! Kiley! Kiley Johnson! Don't you remember me? Don't you remember who you are?! You aren't Kurt Angle! You aren't the SIX TIME World Champion! You are BK London, Grand Slam Champion; Triple Crown Winner, the man who for almost two years have taken ACW by storm and most importantly....my husband.

She now grabs both of his arms and draws himself closer, forcing him to stare into her eyes.

Kiley: PLEASE! Remember me!

BK continues to stare at her with a dumbfounded look, he doesn't know what is going on at the moment and now Kiley realizes all her attemtps at possibly making BK remember who he is, are futile. She grabs him by his cheeks and lays a big wet one on him. BK is wide eyed through the first moments of the kiss but slowly and surely it seems like he slowly begins to remember who he is. His eyes close two and the two share a passionate kiss, suddenly he opens his eyes again and now shoves his wife off.

BK: What the hell are you doing?!

Kiley: I.....I was just...

BK: What the hell is wrong with you crazy people? Ever since I've stepped foot in ACW it's been one crazy thing after the next. Listen you....you....you STALKER! Why don't you do me a favor and stay out of my life before I decide to call the authorities...ok?

Kiley stares at him, not seeing the BK she is used to, but some angry stranger. The pain inside her is too much to take and she does one final thing before running out of the room. She pulls off the ring from her finger and takes BK's hand. She opens it and places her ring in his palm before closing it. She then break out in tears and runs out of the room. She leans up against a near wall and runs her fingers through her hair. Could this really be happening to her? Could the man she has grown to love forever, not love her anymore? She sinks down and continues crying. Looking up, we can now see the mascara running down her face. Could this really be it....

Fade Out.

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Segment: Upping the stakes (Credit: AK/FSX)

A somewhat fuzzy camera shot cuts in; it appears to be trying to film the scene in Ginger’s office through a crack in the door. A cameraman is opportunistically recording a short but interesting conversation…

FSX: But I got the pinfall on Warfare, I’ve never been stronger! Why won’t you give me the title shot I deserve?

Ginger: Because I’m not convinced about you yet. It’s too late for me to change the parameters of the match now, anyway.

A pause.

FSX: Oh, sure it is… forget it, I can see there’s no point arguing with you. But you know I’m right, so why won’t you give me the chance to prove it to you?

Ginger:……………..hmm. Ok, so a chance to prove yourself is what you want?

FSX: That’s all.

Ginger: OK….. this is my one and only offer. Win your match tonight, and by win I mean cleanly, pin or submission only, no countout, DQ or other rubbish. If you do that, I shall indeed give you a title shot.

FSX:…….Really? Give me your word…

Ginger: …fine, fine, yes you have my word. Now hurry, get to your match before we run late.

FSX says nothing else; he comes out of the room at a jog, not even noticing the cameraman who jumps aside. The shot turns, and captures a thoughtful looking FSX striding down the corridor toward the ring before it fades out.