Thursday Night Meltdown 15th June 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Crossroads (Credit: Hunter / Dan )

Wednesday, June 14, 2006: 10:36 PM

He opens his eyes and looks around his dark room from the comfort of his warm bed. The dark shadows that cover the walls dance about as he continues to stare, entranced by their presence. Soon after, they morph before him into stranger shapes, shapes that resemble…human beings. And these shadowy humans seem to run closer and closer and closer to him, and out of fear he reaches under his pillow and pulls out a long thin knife…only to see that these shadows are gone once more. He sighs and falls back on his bed, toying around with the knife in his left hand, twirling it around as if it were some sort of idle toy.

Hunter: Ah, shit!

That is what he gets for playing around with knives. The blood floats down his hand like a stream, and he is quick to act and slide out of his bed. He cannot afford to heighten his paranoia anymore nowadays, so he grabs the knife with his other hand as he continues walking over to the bathroom. Upon entry, he switches the light on and puts his hand under a fountain of cold water, cleaning off his wound rather delicately. He looks back down at the knife and sighs, slightly chuckling at the irony of getting hurt by what was supposed to protect him. He then looks up at the ceiling warmly and smiles.

Hunter: …you’ve got a sense of humor after all.

He slowly moves his head down once again, but on the way down he sees something dark out of the corner of his eye. Not taking any chances, he grabs his knife, spins around, and throws the knife full force and watches as it impales…the wall. He sighs and walks out of the room, grabs the knife, and pulls it out of the wall, looking it over once again. He then reenters the bathroom, turns off the water, dries his hand, and finally exits the bathroom.

Reason: Sleep…

Hunter: Easier said than done, fuck head.

And with that, he throws the knife up once more, catches it by the base, and continues walking through the house…his house. He rounds the top of the stairs and slides down on the guardrail, chuckling slightly after he lands. He then continues walking through the dining room and the living room until he reaches the kitchen. Once inside, he approaches the refrigerator and opens it wide, glancing through rather tiredly.

Hunter: …where’s my fucking ham?

Talking to oneself is an action that generally happens when one is insanely bored or insanely tired. Hunter is simply insane.

Hunter: No cheese either? How the fuck do I make a sandwich?

He reaches in and pulls out random pieces of meat, then throws them over on the table behind him. He closes the fridge and then takes a piece of bread. He walks over to the table in the center of the kitchen and begins preparing his masterpiece…and then it catches his eye.

Hunter: …what in the hell?

His large butcher knife is missing from its case and holder. Every other knife is there (sans the one in Hunter’s hand, naturally), but that one large butcher knife is gone, the one he only uses when cutting the largest and most dangerous animal. And there is none more dangerous than man.

Hunter: Shit…

He grabs his knife and spins around. If he had waited just a few more seconds, he would have been chopped liver by now. But his knife was able to stop the flying butcher knife, and he was able to grab the arm of the man attacking him, a tall man wearing black clothing with a black mask.

?: ‘ello again, Mr. Huntah.

Hunter: …what, NOW?

?: Death does not wait to strike at your earliest convenience.

Hunter: I just wanted to eat a fucking sandwich.

?: At this rate, that won’t do you any good. You’ll still be dead.

Hunter: Meh, I might as well intake those twenty-one grams I’ll supposedly lose.

?: Why are you not scared?

Hunter: Oh I am. It’s not every day one has a knife pointed in their fucking face. However, this entire conversation has given me one thing that may end up saving me.

?: And what’s that?

Hunter: Why, a plan, naturally.

From behind the ski mask, the man widens his eyes just as Hunter drops down to his knees, slamming them onto the man’s feet and slamming his wrist on Hunter’s shoulder, the pain of which causes him to drop the knife. Hunter kips up and thrusts his knife at the man, but the man has already jumped onto the table in the kitchen. He kicks Hunter in the head and causes Hunter to fly back into the shelf behind him and drop his knife.

?: Didn’t work as well as you hoped, eh?

Hunter: …no, not really.

Hunter grabs the butcher knife at an alarming speed and thrusts forward just as the other man jumps off the table and runs back to the front of the house. Not wasting any time, Hunter runs after him and stops in the doorway between the dining room and the main hallway of the house, the one with the main door and the staircase. In front of him stand roughly seven armed men, none carrying guns, interestingly enough. At the back stands the other man.

Hunter: …no guns?

?: Given our occupations, we have learned that more pain is caused through the use of a variety of melee weapons. And given your escape from death last time we met, I figured this time we might as well make it as painful as possible.

Hunter: Pleasant.

?: It appears we have a large amount of time to do this, as your entire street is generally empty.

Hunter: …good for you.

?: Compliments of good ol’ Jack, Mr. Hunter.

Hunter widens his eyes and finally understands the gravity of the situation.

?: Kill him.

Hunter: …shit.

And with that, the other man walks out of the house and slams the door behind him. The other seven men greedily rub their weapons, whether the weapon is a chain, a baseball bat, or a large knife. Hunter has got quite a handful on him.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: Chance "Tiger VII" Emmerson Vs Dan White (Credit: Dan; Ending events credit: Rose)

Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, being accompanied by Umeko Saito…Chance “Tiger VII” Emerson!

”This Velvet Glove” by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers hits, and the fans begin to boo loudly as the two walk out to the ring. Umeko comes out first, as Chance walks behind him, with a very determined look on his face. He ignores the crowd completely, focusing on the ring as Umeko taunts some members of the fans. Wow! I feel good, na-na-na-na-na-na-na! I knew that I would now na-na-na-na-na-na-na! Anyways, the two enter the ring, and they await the opponent.

Philip: And from Cardiff, Wales, he’s a member of the Corporate Alliance…”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

The Welsh National Anthem plays, but Dan has no intentions of going out with his usual entrance. Instead he storms out, looking a little pissed off, and obviously so with current events going around him. One must be wondering why he even wrestles today. But he marches down the ramp to a very mixed reaction, slides into the ring, does the Macarena and eats a live bat as the music stops. Both Umeko and Philip exit the ring, and this match is about to begin.

Bell rings

The two men stand out of their corners, both crouched down and prepared to fight. They circle the ring a couple of times, before Chance extends an arm out. Dan slowly reaches his right arm out, but instead darts under Chance’s arm, and grabs him around the neck with a side headlock. He tries to flip the large man, but is unable to, and Chance forces himself out of the hold. He grabs Dan around the neck, lifting him up into the air, but Dan clubs the arm and forces Chance to drop him. Dan falls to his arse, but quickly gets up, throwing a couple of elbows into the chest and neck of Chance. He then lifts Chance up and hits a scoop slam followed by a pinfall attempt, but Chance kicks out quite comfortably. Dan grins to himself as he picks Chance up, and delivers a couple of punches before attempting an Irish Whip, which Chance reverses. Dan flies at the ropes and Chance doubles over, allowing Dan to kick him in the face. Chance flies upwards, still quite groggy, and Dan hits the ropes and a ferocious pace, hitting a scissors kick on Chance, completing the Double Whammy.

Chance falls to the ground, and Dan is already climbing the top rope. Some fans are sceptical over whether he’ll actually hit one of his main moves, but others remain upbeat that he’ll do so. However he jumps off the second rope, delivering a knee drop to the shoulder of Chance. Chance is taking a mighty beating early on here, but Umeko on the outside remains largely uninterested. He has a sly smile on his face, as he watches Dan lift Chance to his feet. Dan begins to mock Chance, giving him an eye rake in the socket that, of course, has no eye. The fans can’t help but laugh, until Chance shocks them all, grabbing Dan by the throat. Dan begins to choke, and looks incredibly shocked. Chance lifts Dan over his head, into a Gorilla Press position, and drops Dan behind him. Dan lands hard on his front, but quickly gets to his feet. But Chance smirks, bouncing off the ropes, and hitting a powerful lariat, which knocks Dan to the floor. Umeko now grins harder, and signals for Chance to finish the match now. Chance lifts Dan up, and hits a facewash, which sends Dan over to the ropes.

Dan returns, and Chance lifts him high up, hitting him with a High Angle Spinebuster (or Alabama Slam). Dan thuds on the floor, and Chance calmly makes the cover:
1…

2…

Kickout by Dan.

Chance lifts Dan up, smirking from ear to ear, as he throws Dan at the ropes. He tries to hit another lariat, but Dan ducks it. Dan hits the ropes away from Chance, leaping forward and taking Chance down with a hurricarana. The fans are feeling the energy as Chance slowly gets to his feet, but at this point Dan has already leaped off the ropes. Chance turns around, and Dan plants him with an Enziguri. Chance falls to the floor, and Dan gets the crowd going again. He waits for Chance to get up, and Chance stumbles into a hooked arm. Dan prepares to hit the Stunt Bomb, but Chance elbows his way out of the move. He shakes off the damage Dan has done so far, and suddenly turns around, trying to unbuckle the turnbuckle. The referee doesn’t agree with this, and so begins to argue with Chance, who keeps the ref occupied. This allows Umeko to leap onto the apron, grabbing Dan’s attention. Dan stumbles over, and Umeko grabs Dan by the head, leaping off the apron and bouncing Dan’s neck off the ropes. Dan stumbles backwards, and Chance hits a Last Gasp (running knee lift). He watches to the outside, where Umeko flips a coin….it lands tails, and that means only one thing for Dan.

Chance lifts Dan to his feet, doubling him over, and lifting him up for a Powerbomb. He then runs, hitting the Tiger’s Heaven (running Powerbomb). He makes the cover, and the referee makes the count:

1…

2…

3!

Philip: Here is your winner…Chance “Tiger VII” Emerson!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

After the match, the Referee goes to raise Chance’s hand, but The Seventh Tiger won’t have any of it. He motions to Umeko on the outside, who quickly reaches under the ring for what the fans assume is his signature sledgehammer. They’re correct in their assumption…mostly. She takes out the sledgehammer and tosses it into the ring, just like she did on Warfare. However, the fans boo the second thing she brings out a whole lot more. It’s a large can of what the fans can only assume gasoline. The female fans, in particular, begin to scream when they realize what this could very well mean. Umeko smiles sadistically and slides it into the ring.

Dan is still a little out of it from the match, so as he gets to his feet, he doesn’t even begin to think that something might be going on. He gets to his feet and turns around, only to have his head nearly taken off by a sledgehammer shot to the forehead. The shot itself is particularly sick, and The Welsh Dragon is immediately busted wide open. From most people, that would be enough. Chance and Umeko are not most people.

Umeko slides into the ring and begins pouring the liquid in the can all over Dan White. The people in the front rows can already smell the stench, and their worst fears are confirmed: It’s gasoline. She tosses the can to the side and quickly gets a nearby microphone as Chance starts to pull out a case of matches.

Umeko: This man’s career will soon be over, Mr. Conner…and it’s all on your hands. I hope you’ll be able to sleep at night after we’re done. You’ll probably hear this poor man’s screams for the rest of your life. Finish him, my—

Jack: Don’t you do it, son!

Jack runs out from the back and stops at the top of the ramp. In the ring, Umeko looks completely surprised and Chance looks very angry. Umeko starts to say something, but Chance uncharacteristically takes the mic from her hand before she can start.

Chance: Let’s get one thing perfectly clear. I am not your son anymore. You can’t order me around anymore…and you can’t stop me from doing what I’m about to do. It’s impossible. He’d be on fire before you made it to the ring. This is all on your hands. I—

Jack: OK then, Tiger VII is it? You’re right, I ain’t got a snowballs chance in hell of stoppin’ you before you… The way I see it, this is your choice…and you only have two ways you can go about it. You can light him on fire, or you can let him go and start gettin’ ready for our match at Omega Effect II. That’s all you have, two choices.

Chance grins psychotically and starts laughing as he realizes what his father’s trying to get him to do. The thing is, he has to make the decision now. Jack Conner has maneuvered him right where he wants to. Chance strikes a match in one hand and lets it burn in the air. Then, like usual, he pulls out a coin with his other hand and tosses it up into the air…it lands on heads... As we’ve seen, tails tells him to do something, and heads tells him not to do it.

Chance: You’re lucky this time…

Chance directs that directly at Dan, who’s barely conscious, bleeding, and covered in gasoline. Chance blows out the match and tosses it out of the ring. It appears as if Jack’s gamble has paid off. Chance bows down his head and starts shaking in anger. Umeko takes the mic.

Umeko: I’ll be you think you’re really smart, Mr. Conner. Fine, you’ve won this one. Just remember…your days are numbered. At Omega Effect II, you have to face my Tiger in a 12 Signs Match. That means it could be any one of twelve matches and I assure you that my Tiger is more than willing to rip you apart in every single one of them. He’ll get his revenge on you if it’s the last thing he does. It means more to him than his own life…and it may cost you yours.

Jack: We’ll see just about that darlin’… I’m ain’t an easy man to beat, and I’m even a harder man to kill. Your precious Tiger knows better than anyone else just how tough I am. I’ve only got one thing to say to Tiger VII before I go... I’m sorry.

Jack frowns and starts too look very old. Then, he drops his mic and walks into the backstage area. In the ring, Chance has a description on his face that’s almost impossible to read. For once in her life, Umeko seemingly has nothing to say. The crowd is stunned silent, not sure how to take everything that they’ve seen. The show quickly goes to commercial break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Darling (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)

Sarin: Yoko, I tolerate a lot of your quirks, but this is just far too much.

Yoko: Oh come on, it adds spice to the room!

Sarin: No, no, away with it. I hired a very famous interior decorator for our locker room. I even incorporated feng shui technique. This will totally unalign the--mmmmgghppfff...

Yoko didn't give her a chance to finish, preferring to listen to Sarin mumble with her tongue sliding down her throat.

Yoko: Now?

Sarin: Urgh, fine. The indoor bowling alley stays.

Yoko: Woohoo!

Yoko eagerly scoops up a bowling ball, takes careful aim, and releases. Sarin observes with amusement as her shot earns a strike.

Sarin: You're pretty good. I never knew you could bowl.

Yoko: I am...was...a child genius. I could do anything.

The bowling pins automatically reset themselves. Sarin picks up a bowling ball somewhat clumsily, and fires, knocking down a decent eight pins.

Sarin: Anything? Elaborate.

Yoko smirks, preparing to fire another well-earned strike.

Yoko: I told you this, but I'll tell you again. Croquet, math, wrestling. Everything just came naturally to me.

Sarin: Interesting. It's even more interesting how someone with such unlimited potential gravitated towards violence.

Yoko's shot whizzed off course, crashing into an expensive vase of flowers.

Yoko: Uh, what do you mean, Sarin?

Sarin raises an eyebrow at an unusually clumsy Yoko, who hastily tries to pick up her ball amidst a shower of water and petals.

Sarin: That vase costs a fortune, you know.

Yoko: So? We have money.

Sarin rolls her eyes behind Yoko's back. She concentrates on the pins, visualizing them crashing every which way in her mind, before releasing the ball. Perfect strike.

Sarin: Yoko, what is your favorite match type in ACW?

Yoko pauses, holding her ball aloft, contemplating the question.

Yoko: I suppose either the Four Corners of Pain or the Chain Match.

Sarin: Interesting, darling, how you chose the most violent matches available...

Yoko's ball crashes into an extremely expensive portrait of a vase.

Sarin: There goes my feng shui.

Yoko: Okay, is there something wrong with you tonight?

Sarin casts Yoko a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow.

Sarin: Something wrong with me? You just nearly buried us alive with your wild bowling ability.

Yoko opens her mouth to retort, shakes her head, then leaves to retrieve her ball.

Sarin: Yoko darling? I'm going for a quick walk, I'll be back soon. Just need some fresh air, feeling a bit whoozy.

Yoko nods in a somewhat dismissive way before ducking down to fix the bowling pin set. Sarin turns on her heel and exits without another word. A few corridors later, well out of the earshot of anyone, Sarin kneels down on the floor and bursts into tears.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: OnlyRedsFan vs. Gooey Garth (Credit: Scott)

The fans are ready for another exciting match up, as Philip stands mid-ring with microphone in hand.

Philip: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match up.

”Reptile” plays across the speakers as Mr. Red makes his way onto the ramp.

Philip: Introducing first, from Columbus, Ohio. Weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion, MISTAAAAAAAAAAA RED!

The fans boo as Red walks down the ramp, making sure the crowd know he is the champ by waving the belt in their faces. He enters the ring and hands his belt to the referee.

As Red begins warming up, “Mob Goes Wild” begins to play, and the crowd begin to cheer as Gooey Garth appears on the entrance way.

Philip: And his opponent, from MooseJaw, Saskatchewan, Canada. Weighing in at 263 pounds, GOOOOOOEEEEEY GAAAAAARTH!

The crowd pop as his name is announced. Holly takes flight as Gooey gets to the stairs, and she perches herself on the announce table. Red runs at Gooey as he is climbing into the ring. He launches into a huge block tackle that surprisingly knocks Gooey off the apron.

McNally: Red’s smart, Eddie. He’s knocking the big man down from the get go.

Red stands by the ropes, and as Gooey begins to stand, he launches into a Piscada. But Gooey sees the attack coming and catches him mid-air. Red tries to struggle but Gooey shakes his head. He maneuvers Red over his shoulder, and proceeds to slam him down with a devastating Oklahoma Slam. Reds back hits the mats hard and his facial expressions tell nothing but pain. Gooey stands and raises his arm to get a good little pop from the crowd. He then rolls Red into the ring before entering himself and making the cover.



……………………………1




……………………………2




……………………………Kickout!




Red is just able to kickout in the last possible moment, but the effects of the move are still visible as he reaches for his back whilst being hoisted to his feet by Gooey. Gooey wastes no time, and he whips Red across the ring. Red rebounds and ducks under a big boot from Gooey. He then comes back and jumps to hook in a Mysterio Body Scissors, followed by a DDT. The crowd, although they dislike Red, can’t help but applaud his grace in the ring. Both men are laid out, but Red crawls over to make the cover.




………………………….1




…………………………..2




………………………….Kickout!



This time it’s Gooey who kicks out just before the referees hand dropped for the third time. Red slowly gets to one knee as Gooey rolls over to the ropes. Gooey uses the ropes to get himself back to his feet, but Red runs against the ropes and charges straight for him. Gooey seems dazed, but we soon see he was only playing possum when he comes crashing out of the gates with a huge Spinebuster on the approaching Red. This calls for only one thing; a cover.





………………………….1




………………………….2





…………………………Kickout!




Yet again a final result is not reached as Red gets his shoulder up. Gooey leaves Red lying on the mat as he runs against the ropes. He comes back and tries to land a Big Splash, but Red rolls out of the way. Red then stomps the back of Gooey, and follows up with a swift springboard moonsault to the torso of Gooey Garth. Red then taunts the crowd by raising his arms above his head. By this time, Gooey is standing right behind Red. Mr. Red turns around only to be lifted into the Powerbomb position. The crowd begin to get excited at the prospect of seeing the Primal Driver, but as Gooey begins to tilt backwards, Red hooks his neck and gets him in a hammerlock with his spare hand. Gooey falls face down to the canvas as Red continues to apply the Red Eye (Hammerlock Guillotine Choke). After a few moments the referee checks for signs of life and raises Gooeys free hand. It drops. The crowd are on the edge of their seats as to whether it will drop a second time. It does. The crowd now stand to see the end result as his hand drops for a third time, and the referee signals for the bell. Red continues to yank on the chokehold but the referee convinces him to let go. Red stands and holds his title in the air.

Philip: Here is your winner, MISTAAAAAAAAAAAAA RED!

Gooey begins grabbing at his throat and coughing uncontrollably. The referee tends to him as Red makes his way smugly up the ramp.

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Segment: Give me the map, Scott…GIVE ME THE MAP, SCOTT! (Name chosen at random)
(Credit: Scott Andrews)

The pressure to do well for the stable increased last week when Jake Cheng took it upon himself to interfere in the match up between Scott and Santiago for a shot at the Lightweight title. It’s reasonable to assume that he did it to keep his number one contendership intact, but it’s also reasonable to assume he did it to avoid getting in the ring with the Scarlet Assassin. Because let’s face it, Scott’s stepped up a notch the last month or so. He’s shown passion, desire, things that give a person an edge. And there’s also the little mood swing complication that pretty much makes him twice as dangerous. So as you can see, Jake Cheng has written his own suicide note, or perhaps you could say he signed himself up to the Hitlist. Don’t mess with an Assassin, Jake. Just don’t.

And as the scene fades in, we see an all too familiar sight nowadays. Scott is standing down one of the ACW corridors, but it seems a little out of the way from the rest of the complex. The lighting is dim, and the lights that do work flicker every so often. It seems he doesn’t want to be found or seen.

He pulls his black flip top phone out of his jacket pocket and dials up a number. The phone is raised to his ear and he waits for a response.

Scott: Hi it’s, Scott, how ya’ doing? ...That’s good, hun. Now listen to what I’m gonna say, ok? …Ok, well you saw what Jake Cheng did on Warfare? And you saw me lose my chance to become Lightweight Champion, right? Ok, now I don’t know when, and I don’t know where, but I’m going to get a rematch, and I want you to be watching. I want you to be there to witness the true Skill, Thrill, and the Kill in action, ok? …I don’t know, why? …No, I’m sure it’ll just be me against Santiago again, ya know? Since Jake ruined my first chance, I figure Ginger will just give me a straight re-match…Ok, baby, I’ll talk to you later…Bye.

As Scott finishes his sentence he closes the phone and puts it back in his jacket.

??: Who’s the lady?

Scott almost jumps out of his skin. He turns around to see Kevin Anderson. Scott’s face turns red with anger; doesn’t Kevin get it? Scott hates being snuck up on like that. He also hates nosey buggers like Kevin.

Scott: What the hell are you doing down here?!

Kevin: I followed you.

Scott: WHY?!

Kevin: You’ve been sneaking around a lot; and now I’ve caught you red handed talking all lovey dovey with some girl on your phone. How ironic huh? The tough exterior of the Scarlet Assassin is broken by a women ---

Scott: Hey! Everybody knows I love the ladies!

Kevin: This story is gonna be a big seller…I can see it now ---

Scott: There is no story! Now get the hell out of here before I beat your ass down…AGAIN! And I really wanna do it Kevin, but you’re lucky I’m saving all my energy for my rematch. Now SCRAM before I change my mind!

Kevin scampers away with a smirk on his face, but frightened none the less. Scott bangs his hand against the wall and continues walking down the corridor.

Fade.

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Segment: The House Fight (Credit: Hunter / Dan )

Wednesday, June 14, 2006: 11:00 PM

Hunter has never been the first to act, and he is not about to start being the first to act anytime soon. Instead, he silently stands in the doorway and looks at each of the seven men. The Club, the Bat, the Knife, the Chain, the Pipe, the Hammer, and the Hand Saw, as he will now call them. They all rub their weapons warmly, formulating the most complicated and painful ways to dispose of Hunter. And given the privacy of his home, they have an almost infinite amount of time to do whatever they please. Hunter himself has already formulated a way to defeat all but one…the Hand Saw. His size and his weapon are both dangerous and hard to overcome, though Hunter is confident he can do something about both. The Hammer is the one that most interests him, given his fascination with hammers and the fact that he appears to be the smallest. But no, never the first move.

Hunter: …today, people.

Not wasting any time, the Pipe charges in and swings his weapon wildly at Hunter. Hunter dodges the majority of these swings, and when he sees an opening he thrusts forward with his butcher knife, catching the edge of the Pipe’s shirt. The Pipe spins around and nails Hunter in his weakened lower back area, but this does not stop Hunter whatsoever, and so he falls down to the floor and sweeps his leg, causing the Pipe to lose his footing and plummet to the ground below. His pipe rolls off to the side, and Hunter jumps on him, attempting to stab him as fast as possible. But the Pipe is able to grab his hand and hold it in place for a few moments. He struggles and looks up at his cohorts, who simply watch as Hunter brings the knife closer and closer to him…

The Pipe: …help…me…

The Bat: …not today.

Using this distraction, Hunter throws the knife up in the air and rolls off of the Pipe. The pipe springs up just as the knife flies down behind him. Hunter catches it midair and stabs him directly in the lower back. Unable to take that amount of pain, the Pipe falls forward and lies there, completely motionless.

Hunter: …why didn’t you help him?

The Bat: It was his time.

Hunter: Well I didn’t kill him. I just knocked him out.

The Bat smirks, raises his bat high, and brings it flying down onto the skull of the Pipe, splattering his blood all over Hunter’s door.

Hunter: …what…?

The Bat: It was his time.

Hunter looks up at the Bat in complete shock as the latter simply smirks.

The Bat: No remorse.

The Knife and the Club quickly charge at Hunter and swing their weapons at him, and Hunter is quickly able to duck and pick up the previously discarded pipe. He swings the pipe at the Club’s knee and hits him full force, causing him to drop his weapon. Hunter grabs it out of midair and rolls away seconds before the Knife stabs the ground with his long knife. Hunter kips up and slams the pipe on the back of the Club, and then swings the club full force into the face of the Knife as he attempts to pull his weapon out of the ground. Once he is sure that they are disposed of, Hunter turns around to face the four remaining men.

Hunter: Who’s next?

Agony: Bad question.

All four men simultaneously charge at Hunter, and Hunter widens his eyes in a matter of seconds, and then acts just before the tip of the chain hits his forehead. He slides under the Hand Saw’s legs and charges up the stairs, and then turns around only to see a knife flying at his face. He ducks just as the Bat curses and the Chain comes to the top of the stairs. He swings the chain down, but Hunter moves out of the way and slams him in the stomach with the pipe, and then in the face with the club. He kicks the Chain’s head and watches as the Chain flies over the railing and gets hung from it by his ankle via his very own chain, unconscious.

Reason: Three more.

Hunter: I can fucking count!

The Hammer swings his weapon of choice wildly at Hunter just as Hunter rounds the stairs. The Hammer’s arm flies through the bars at the top of the stairs, and Hunter stomps on the Hammer’s arm, causing him to drop his weapon and break his arm, and simultaneously causing him to yell out in pain. The Bat has had enough of this, and so he charges up the stairs and pushes the Hammer out of the way, causing the latter to fly over the railing…though he is not as lucky as the Chain, and his neck breaks upon impact. Hunter slightly chuckles at the idea of them killing their own people, but then grabs the hammer and continues running, this time running straight into his room and slamming the door behind him.

The Bat: Get the fuck out here!

The Bat slaps the Hand Saw’s shoulder, and the Hand Saw grabs his mini-chainsaw and presses the button, revving it up rather loudly.

The Bat: You hear that, Hunter? That’s the sound of your fucking death!

The Hand Saw lets out a tremendous yell and charges at Hunter’s door, thrusting his saw forward and plowing it straight through the door. He slams through it and gets slightly stuck as he waves his saw around frantically. Hunter stands at a distance holding the hammer and smirks.

Hunter: …amateurs.

He raises his hammer high and swings it full force into the Hand Saw’s face, causing him to fly back onto the floor.

No one will ever recognize him again.

Hunter: Had enough yet?

The Bat: Heh. Just you and me?

Hunter: It would appear so. Come on…I’m ready for you.

The Bat chuckles and charges at the door, leaping through the small hole with his weapon and swing it at Hunter. Hunter ducks just as the bat hits his lamp and shatters it upon impact. Hunter gets ready for his favorite fighting move and swings the hammer at the Bat’s knee…but the Bat moves out of the way, already way ahead of him. The Bat swings his weapon down at Hunter, but Hunter rolls out of the way and rolls onto his bed just as the bat itself crashes into his floor. Hunter swings the hammer full force at the Bat’s spine, and then grabs him by the gut and throws him over his head as if attempting a German suplex. He can never resist using a wrestling move in combat. He turns around and thinks better of it once he hears the mini-chainsaw meet the Bat’s flesh and bone.

Hunter: …that’s it, I’m fucking moving.

And with that simple phrase, Hunter reaches into his nearby shelf and pulls out his gun. He admires it thoughtfully, opens up the chamber, and stares at the bullet “meant for him.” After this, Hunter approaches his window and looks out at the empty street. But it’s not as empty as he would have hoped. That man, however he may be, stands in the middle of it and looks up at him, dressed fully in black. He smiles up at Hunter and points to him.

?: You’re a clever guy, you know that?

Hunter points his gun at the man.

?: What, with that gun? Last I checked, that bullet is meant for you.

Hunter: How…

He trails off and puts the gun down.

Hunter: Got anything else for me?

?: Always. They’re dead, right?

Hunter: Most of them.

?: Good.

Hunter: How is that good?

?: Then it won’t be as big of a burden on my soul.

Hunter: What won’t be?

The man chuckles once more and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small black remote and holds it up for Hunter to look at.

Fear: …déjà vu.

?: Once again: compliments of Jack.

Hunter knows exactly what will happen next. He trusts his dreams less than he trusts his emotions, but his carefulness cannot be denied. He grabs his gun and leaps out of the window just as the man’s thumb comes down on his remote---

Boom.

End.

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Segment: Kiss and (not) tell (Credit: AK/Latino)

The scene shifts to the ever-familiar surroundings of AK and Latino’s locker room. Latino himself is preparing for his match… or rather, that’s what he’s supposed to be doing. Instead, he’s standing half-dressed, staring into the mirror at his own reflection and looking quite pale. He’s still doing this when Alicia lets herself into the room.

AK: I’m back… still getting ready, are you?

Latino: Mmm-hmm….

Snapping out of his state of agitated meditation, Latino gets on with getting dressed. For a few seconds nothing is said as AK goes about tidying up some things, but soon Latino can’t prevent a few words slipping out.

Latino:…………..so…where have you been the last twenty minutes?

AK: Oh, I went to see RDK and wish him luck with his match.

An almost skeptical look passes across Latino’s face, but his rational mind cuts in and reminds him that this would be a perfectly reasonable reaction. He relaxes, but only a little. AK meanwhile does not notice any of this.

AK: RDK and Senator… not exactly a pairing that you would expect, is it?

Latino: Mmhmm…

His doubts are creeping back…

AK: I know they’ll make a great team, but it feels kind of odd that I’m not the one going out there with him. It’s almost as if…

Latino stares at the mirror, and barely conceals the venom in his voice.

Latino: …Like he’s stepping out on you, maybe?

AK: If you want to put it like that, I guess-

Latino: Sí, it’s almost as if he got bored, deciding to try a little something on the side. After all, you’re Mrs. easy-going, huh? Always forgiving, and expecting the same… that he’ll come crawling back when he’s had his fun. Oh yea, everything will be just FINE-

The look of surprise on AK’s face makes Latino stop; his heart races, as he realizes he might have given himself away. He practically holds his breath…

AK:….Jeez, Victor, you didn’t need to over-egg the pudding. I got the metaphor, ok?

Latino: Oh..yea mami. I’m sorry about that I just must’ve been rambling on a bit. You know how I get when I over analyze stuff.

AK: Yes, I do.

She walks over and kisses him lightly on the cheek. It feels no different than it ever has done… and yet somehow, it stings Latino on the inside. He looks at her reflection again, and she looks back at him without averting her gaze…

…she hasn’t picked up on his faux pas.

Latino: …Chula, I’m going to go…and warm up in the gym a little before the match, ok?

He walks to the door and closes it smartly, leaving AK a little non-plussed. She almost thinks she hears a sharp exhaling of breath before footsteps move away from her, down the hallway….

Fade out.

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Segment: A personal interview (Credit: Dan, Hunter)

Taped Earlier In The Night[/u]

The camera fades into the usual interview spot backstage. There’s a large Meltdown banner in the background, with an Omega Effect banner in the top right corner. Omega Effect is now just 9 days away, as Charlotte comes into our picture, looking a little bashful as ‘the Welsh Dragon’ Dan White also comes into the picture. He’s wearing a casual black shirt, and a pair of black jeans. He isn’t however wearing any sunglasses. Not this time anyways. Charlotte holds the microphone, and swallows hard, before opening the interview.

Charlotte: Well…we’re here with “the Welsh Dragon” Dan White…So Dan, what are your thoughts on recent happenings here in ACW?

Dan: Well to be blunt, Charlotte, I think that Mr. Andrew Hunter is getting a little desperate for himself. Yesterday I survived an attack that I should have walked away from in a bodybag, but I managed to survive…and you don’t see that every day. I avoided being attacked by hitmen hired by Hunter, because he cannot beat men in the ring normally, so he must take them out by costing them their lives. Way to go Mr. Hunter. Jeez…

Charlotte: And there’s a hot rumour going around that you have entered yourself into the King of the Death Match which will happen after Omega Effect…

Dan smirks, knowing that Charlotte has gone wrong somewhere.

Dan: Little Miss. Charlotte, I beg you to reconsider your sources. For you see, the King of the Death Match tournament has been filled up, and all the entrants are confirmed in the tournament. However you will not see a single Corporate Alliance member in that tournament. We do not think that this garbage wrestling should be considered real wrestling at all, so not I, Predator, BK London or Jake Cheng shall take part in the tournament. However, you will notice that opponents will get injured, some may be injured permanently…and that can only mean good for the Corporate Alliance, and that, babe, is a right touch!

Dan walks away, leaving Charlotte alone. Be he quickly slips back, kissing her hard on the lips, before breaking the kiss, smirking, and leaving again. Charlotte looks awfully shocked, and smiles a little in bemusement, as the segment fades out.

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Match 6: Santiago Rivera vs. Jonny Spade vs. Devilsknight

Time for a triple dose of superstar goodness; Philip adjusts his mic settings, and then begins to speak.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a triple threat matchup, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Basement… Devilsknight!

"Vicarious" by Tool plays, and the eerie red glow that fills the arena perfectly complements the pyro blast as DevilsKnight leaps out from the shadows on to the stage. He heads to the ring quickly, slides in and holds an arm aloft before dispensing with his extra costume components, ready for the match.

Philip: From Toronto Ontario… Jonny Spade!

”Bodies” hits, and the crowd is standing as one as Jonny enters; he smiles and poses for a moment before walking to the ring. He enters and coolly regards DK, mentally and physically preparing himself for the contest.

Finally, “Superheroes” plays, and the cheers turn to boos as the man ACW fans love to hate walks out holding his LHW title up high.

Philip: And the third participant, from Syracuse New York… he is the current ACW Light Heavyweight Champion… Santiago Rivera!

Santiago takes obvious pleasure in flipping off the fans as he comes to the ring. DK and Jonny both watch him closely, but Santiago practically ignores them and gets up on all the turnbuckles before the referee can relieve him of his belt. This is passed without ceremony to the outside, and the ref wisely decides to get the ball rolling on this one as quickly as possible.

Bell Rings.

There is no doubting at all that Santiago considers himself a hot favorite for this match; after his success with handling the CA, and against both Scott and Jake on Warfare, he has a cocky expression that suggests he’s expecting an easy win. However, the fans don’t want to see this, and neither do DK or Jonny. The newly arrived superstar Devilsknight is the first to make a move, and he hits Santiago with a barrage of fierce punches that almost catch Santiago off guard, but Santiago battles back and then hits his opponent with a backbreaker. The crowd boos and Santiago smirks, but this is exactly when the more experienced Jonny Spade decides to act, and he is around behind Santiago before the Iron Man spots him. The fans pop loudly as Jonny performs a gorgeous German suplex and bridges it into the first pin of the match – Santiago kicks away at the 2 count, but as soon as he gets up he finds that DK is on hand to hit him with a simple yet highly effective spinebuster. DK makes the cover, 1,2- but Jonny intervenes as Santiago kicks, and the crowd pops as the powerful Devilsknight faces off against the all-rounder and legendary tag team champion. They trade a sequence of blows, and DK finds a way through Jonny’s defences by whipping him into the ropes and delivering a big boot on his return. Jonny staggers and DK smiles, but Santiago is more than happy to take advantage of another person’s work and rushes forward to clothesline DK around the back of the head, before carrying straight on and hitting Jonny with his Ten Gallon Boot. Jonny (who by now is getting sick of boots of all kinds) drops, and Santiago makes a pin, 1….2…- Jonny kicks out just after the 2 count, and the fans start to clap and cheer to encourage him back into the match.

One thing Jonny Spade does not lack is heart; he rolls back to his feet, and ducks Santiago’s swinging lariat to lift him up and then bust out the S-Drop #1 (Canadian backbreaker spun into a regular backbreaker). The fans cheer, and Jonny uses uncanny prediction to turn with his foot raised so that he meets DK with a kick to the ribs and derails his next attack. With the adrenaline surging, Jonny shows off another of the S-Drop series with the #3 (Rockbottom variation), an impressive feat on a large and powerful wrestler such as Devilsknight. Jonny makes the pin and DK kicks around the 2.5 mark – he too is no shrinking violet, and he moves forward toward his opponent without pause. Jonny raises his arms, but then changes his tack and whips DK across the ring – causing him to knock down Santiago, who has been sneakily waiting for his chance to make a fresh assault. DK ploughs Santiago down, and drops to one knee for a pin; Jonny rushes over to break it, but DK anticipates this and neatly chucks Jonny to the outside with a high-angled armbar. The crowd is impressed, and more so when DK uses his trademark leg drop to the back of Santiago’s head before turning him back over for the cover. A huge upset is in the offing as the referee counts, 1…2…- with Jonny out of the picture, Santiago gets his arm up in the nick of time, and the audience groans; DK just glares at Santiago in a way that suggests that staying down might in fact have been the safer option…

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Getting back on his feet, DK lifts Santiago up and then holds him over his head in a great display of power. The crowd gets excited, anticipating a Gorilla Press Slam, but they’ve not figured Jonny back into the equation, and Spade slides back into the ring and then delivers a stunning but foolhardy spear that knocks DK over and brings Santiago down too, with the end result that all three men take a hard impact. The crowd gets incredibly noisy as the competitors struggle to rise – there is a chance for any one of them to grab victory if they can seize the opportunity and Santiago is the one who tries his hand first. Faced with a choice between size and known prowess, Santiago opts to attack DK and hits him with a couple of dizzying blows before lifting him up for the “To Hell and Back”. He lands the move to a kayfabe-defying pop, but as he pins Jonny has recovered enough to stop it and break it up. Furious, Santiago leaps to his feet and the crowd roars as Santiago and Jonny trade punches and kicks at a blinding pace. Santiago hits Jonny with his Iron Arm clothesline and gets a 2 count; Jonny retaliates with the Towerhacker Bomb and gets a little more than 2, but still neither can break the deadlock. Familiarity proves to be a major hurdle, as both the Sliver Spade and Longhorn are countered; and as Jonny and Santiago are locked in combat, the mighty figure of Devilsknight suddenly rises up.

Jonny runs toward Santiago, not seeing his other foe, and DK steps between the men, catches hold of them and produces an amazing double chokeslam. The crowd goes mental as DK pins Jonny, who just happens to be closer; Jonny gets his arm up a millisecond before the 3, and a frustrated DK starts to get up, signaling for the DK driver. He is on one knee with his back to Santiago, and so fails to see his opponent get up and run diagonally at the ropes, bouncing back at an angle so that DK has no chance to protect himself. Adapting rapidly to the situation, Santiago uses his knee instead of his foot to smash DK in the side of the head, and as he topples Santiago drops too and rolls his opponent up. The referee sees only that DK’s shoulders are down, and not that Santiago is using the ropes for leverage; he counts the 1….2….3 and DK breaks out just too late, as Jonny too recovers just in time to see how Santiago gets the win.

Philip: Here is your winner… Santiago Rivera!

The crowd boos loudly, and as Jonny protests to the referee Santiago slides quickly out of the ring. DK is absolutely livid and throws himself at the ropes, shouting at Santiago, but this just seems to make Santiago himself smile more. He heads to the back with his arms raised, leaving both his opponents to fume, as the show cuts to commercials.

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Segment: The Plan (Credit: Logan)

The camera is in the arena as the fans are waiting for the next great match to take place. Instead they hear Mercy Drive's "Burn My Light" blast over the speaker and Bambi and Kelly walk through the entrance. The slowly climb in the ring taking enough time so all the fans know what they are missing. Bambi goes and grabs a mic and smiles while she waits for the boos to die down.

Bambi: Ladies and Gentleman I am sure you are all aware of the current situation. XS3 thinks he is a big man here in ACW, XS3 deliberately disrespected my client by first violently shoving him in the back and then failing to realize who he was. So Logan played a little joke and XS3 took it personally and now we have a 2 out of three falls table match on Monday. So without further ado, I introduce to you the new face of ACW....LOGAN LOCKE!

Mercy Drive plays again and the smoke fills the arena. Logan explodes through the smoke with a bigger smile than normal and walks to the ring. He slides into the ring and raises his arms as the fans pour massive amounts of boos upon him. He grabs the mic and waits, however after a while the boos are still going.

Logan: THAT’S ENOUGH! SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN TO GREATNESS! (The fans boo a little bit more but it seems that he has grabbed their attention) That’s better, see what you people have to understand is that I don’t give a rats ass what you think about me. I am here to win gold and write my legacy, not play patsy to a bunch of idiots. My opponent however does not understand this. He walks around afraid to sneeze because it might insult you, he lives the straight life afraid to even come close to the line let alone cross it. And that my friends is why I will be victorious next Warfare (more boos) In matches like this you need to not give a shit about anything or anyone. And while he is there trying to the right the thing and please you faggots, I will be there with ruthless aggression taking him out and ending his career. Now, I told Gingerdude that I wouldnt touch any ACW superstar tonight or I would fire myself. So I will not touch and ACW Superstar. But I will make an example out of someone here in the audience. I will send a message to XS3 that he will never forget.

Logan climbs out of the ring and looks around for some one to fight. He stops at blonde bombshell in the audience. He smiles and grabs her by the hair and carries her over the guard and into the ring. The fans can’t imagine why he would pick an innocent female to make an example.

Logan: I almost forgot people, we have a celebrity in the house tonight. Please give a round of applause for Mrs. XS3! That’s right this here is XS3's better half, Christine and unfortunately tonight, I have to break her in half.

Christine breaks free of Logan but not for long as Bambi slaps her in the back of the head with her brief case. Logan sets up a table in the middle of the ring and lays Christine on top of it as ASSHOLE chants fill the arena. He climbs the turnbuckle as he signals for the Locke Down. Just as he is gets to the top the lights fade to blue as "Toxicity" by System of a Down enters the arena. XS3 comes running to the ring as Logan and his girls clear out. XS3 take Christine off the table and grabs the mic.

XS3: That’s it you prick! Let’s do this right here right now!

Logan: (Smiling) I'm sorry buddy but I can't fight tonight, wouldn't want to get fired you know?

XS3: So you can’t hit me tonight.....Ginger didn’t say anything about ME hitting YOU though!

XS3 dives over the ropes and takes out Logan. XS3 tees off on Logan’s face with right hand after right hand until a man runs out of the crowd and takes out XS3 with a big boot. He throws XS3 into the ring steps and a loud thud is heard through out the arena. The unknown man throws XS3 into the ring and picks up and its a MASSIVE spine buster that shakes the whole ring. The fans are in shock of this superstar as Logan tells him to finish him. He picks up XS3 and powerbombs him through the table. The man looks around the arena with a smirk that Logan himself must have taught him how to do. He climbs out of the ring and Logan raises his hand as the, now foursome, walk out to a chorus of boos and XS3 staring them down.

Fade out.

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Segment: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others (Credit: Yoko / Sarin / Rose)

Our scene opens in the familiar locker room of Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi. However, the strange thing about it is that there’s currently a stranger in the room. She’s not a brawny, scary stranger, but rather a cute unassuming stranger. It seems that ACW’s newest arrival, Lilly Rouge, has accidentally stumbled upon a locker room.

Lilly: Hello? Is this Chairman Ginger’s office? Hellooooooooo?

She’s dressed in a cute little pink sundress. It’s very short side, and it doesn’t take much for the fans to get a short glimpse of her panties. After only seeing her on the TV for a few seconds, the male fans of ACW are already having fantasies.

Lilly: Anybody here?

Just then, Yoko walks through the door. Lilly doesn’t seem to hear Yoko come in, as she still looks through the room. Right now, she’s got her eye on Yoko’s dozen or so school uniforms. Finally, after watching Lilly admire them for quite a few seconds, Yoko finally confronts this newcomer.

Yoko: Umm… Can I help you?

Lilly turns around and, squeals, and looks to be very startled for a second. It takes her a few seconds to regain her composure.

Lilly: Oh! I’m sorry…um…is this the Chairman’s office?

Yoko: No, his office is a four rooms down from here... Who are you anyway? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.

The entire time Yoko speaks, the camera zooms in on Lilly’s legs. Since her dress is so short, they can finally be seen in all their glory. They’re really quite a sight to behold. They’re smooth, delicate, and very long. When Yoko finishes, Lilly starts to blush. She’s probably very embarrassed.

Lilly: Oh gosh…! This is your locker room isn’t it? I’m so so so so so sorry! I’m—

Yoko: No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about. Things like this happen all the time. Now, who are you exactly?

Lilly: My name is Lilly Rouge, you can call me Lilly, and I’m going to be ACW’s newest Diva!

Lilly comes off as very excited, if not a tad bubbly. She does a little twirl to put the emphasis on “Diva” and then she continues and suddenly gets into a very fangirlish mood.

Lilly: Oh! I think I know who you are… You’re Yoko Satoshi, right? I don’t think I’ve ever really watched ACW, but I remember hearing about a Japanese girl from my old boss! She talked about you all the time, I mean, she’s worked with you for a year after all. I just know that must be you!

It’s safe to say that Yoko is a tad confused about this entire ordeal. It’s not very often that she sees a cute girl who’s not Sarin walking randomly in her room, of course. Even stranger, this girl apparently knows somebody that Yoko works with. Lastly, the girl doesn’t seem to be completely sure if she’s been in ACW before.

Yoko: Yes, you’re right. You’ve got me interested… Who is your old boss anyway?

Lilly: Oh, sorry… I used to work as a maid for Ms. Mathe… I mean, Rena Matheson. I worked really really hard and did everything that she asked, and then she fired me because this man liked me better than he liked her! She embarrassed me in front of an entire party. She slapped me, ripped off my dress, and got me kicked out… So, I left!

Lilly frowns upon remembering such a bad memory. It was a day that she’d rather forget. Finally, she can’t hold it in anymore and starts crying. The tears starts to cause her mascara to run and Yoko tries her best to comfort this complete stranger.

Yoko: Um…There’s no reason to be so upset! It’s in the past. Cheer up!

After listening to Yoko, Lilly starts to regain her composure. She still sniffles quite a bit, though

Lilly: Thank you… You’re really sweet. I’m…I’m…really sorry I troubled you with my story. I’ll try to find the Chairman’s office now.

Just as Lilly’s about to walk out of the room, Yoko stops her.

Yoko: Don’t worry about it, everyone needs someone to talk to. What brought you to ACW, if I may ask?

Lilly: I don’t know what’s wrong…but I don’t really remember anything before I stared working for Rena. I don’t know if it’s amnesia or what, but when she finally fired me, I decided that I’d try to find a job here. Now that I’ve looked around a bit, I almost feel like I’ve been here before. I’ve…I’ve never worked here before, have I?

Yoko: I’ve never seen you before, so no. Amnesia seems to be common recently. If trends hold up, it’ll go away in no time.

Lilly: I really hope so. Thanks a whole lot for listening to me. You’re really sweet.

Lilly gives Yoko a really sweet hug, and that’s when she first gets a look at Yoko’s uniforms again. When she releases the hug, she walks over to them.

Lilly: These uniforms are really cute! I know why you have so many!

Yoko: Thank you.

Lilly: I don’t know how to ask this…but…um… Do you think I could buy one from you? I don’t have a lot of money, but I can—

Lilly stops completely in the middle of her sentence. At the same time, Sarin walks into the room. She looks a little confused as to what she’s seeing, perhaps a tad suspicious, but she doesn’t skip a beat when it comes to being polite.

Sarin: Hello Yoko, I didn’t know we were expecting visitors today. Are you that new girl I’ve heard about…?

Lilly smiles from ear to ear. She’s happy to see that somebody’s heard about her.

Lilly: Yes I am! My name is Lilly Rouge and I’m going to be the newest ACW diva. Just like you two!

Sarin: I’m Sarin Rossi. Let me be the first to welcome you to ACW, because if I know Yoko, she didn’t get to that part.

Lilly: It’s wonderful to meet the both of you! Oh, this is like a dream come true. I don’t think I’ve had so made so many new friends before! You are both amazing and I’d really love to talk to you guys some more….but I’m already almost late for a meeting with the Chairman, so I gotta go.

Yoko: Come by again if you need help with getting started. Go ahead and take one of the uniforms too. Consider it a welcoming gift, I have plenty.

Lilly is simply overcome by emotion. She looks almost like she’s going to cry again and she nearly does when Yoko hands a uniform over to her.

Lilly: Oh thank you so much! I love you Yoko, you’re so nice to me! I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you…

In the heat of the moment… Lilly hugs Yoko, kisses her on the cheek, and then walks out of the room.

Sarin: You seem to have a fan.

Yoko: I have a lot of fans.

Sarin: Do they all kiss you on the cheek?

Yoko: No, but they certainly try. They can’t get enough of me.

Sarin: Hmph. Do you think she’s pretty?

Yoko: Absolutely not! I don’t-

Sarin: I know. You don’t like fake boobs. I was just kidding.

Yoko: A likely excuse, but I know you were jealous.

Sarin: For me to be jealous, I’d first have to actually consider it a possibility that she’s competition, when she simply isn’t.

Yoko: But-

Sarin: Another word out of you and the only things that’ll be between your legs tonight are your fingers.

Yoko: Point taken.

Sarin kisses Yoko on the cheek.

Sarin: That’s what I thought.

She smirks as the camera fades.

End Segment.

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Segment: Paybacks a Bitch (Credit: Santi)

The scene opens up to the Light Heavyweight Champion Santiago Rivera sporting his new designed belt. He keeps looking back and forth going down the hall way with an anger look on his face. Kevin Anderson runs up to him.

Kevin: Santiago, may I get in a word with you?

Santiago: Not now KEVIN! I have a little bone to pick with Jake Cheng.

Santiago starts walking off again. He turns the corner to go towards the Corporate Alliance locker room and starts walking down when….who other than Scott Andrews is walking with Lucy.

Santiago: Hmm, look who it is….the Scarlet Assassin! What the hell are you doing over here?

Scott: I’d like to ask you the same.

Santiago: I’m looking for Jake. He’s not getting away easy for busting a kendo stick over my head.

Scott: Oh? Well I’m looking for Mr. Cheng as well. He screwed up my chances to be kicking your ass for THAT title.

He points to the Light Heavyweight Title.

Scott: And well, I sure as hell should beat you down right here, right now for that cheap shot with Lucy here then that chokeslam.

He holds Lucy forward so Santiago can see the baseball bat.

Santiago: Yeah, well it’s called survival of the fittest. I saw my opportunity and took it. But anyways, shouldn’t you be thanking Jake? He saved your ass, I was just about to put you away.

Scott: Oh really, cause to me it looked like you were 5 seconds away from a High Street Massacre.

Santiago: Sure junior, whatever makes you sleep at night. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find Jake. So why don’t you just take your sad, pathetic, losing self over there to the public locker room, where the unpopular wrestlers belong.

Santiago pushes past Scott and starts walking off before Scott runs after him and swings Lucy across his back. Santiago goes to the ground.

Scott: Unpopular, pathetic self? I’ll show you what’s pathetic, the Light Heavyweight champ getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter.

Scott pulls Santiago up as he holds his back. He delivers a shot to his stomach which sends Santiago stumbling down the hall. He dropped his title way back and is now just trying to get away. Scott drops the bat and decides to go after him with his hands. Scott walks to catch up with Santiago. Santiago finds a trash can and inside contains a kendo stick, the very same thing that Jake used on him. Santiago swings it around and catches it around the face of Scott. It sends him reeling, almost falling to the ground. He catches his footing and it met with another straight shot to his head.

Scott crumbles back and falls against a wall, in a somewhat dark area with about two lights on the whole area. The two have wandered onto a not so lively place. Santiago swings again but Scott pulls his leg up and the kendo stick breaks in half once hitting his foot. Santiago throws the parts of the sticks and looks around. Scott is starting to get up as Santiago grabs a trash can. He lifts it over his head and throws it at Scott. He hits him in the face, sending him back to the ground. Santiago starts walking off holding his back. About 20 seconds later Santiago is met with a tackle from the side which sends him off into many cardboard boxes. Scott gets up and pulls Santiago out of the boxes. He delivers right hands and holds him by the hair. He drags him over and slams him head first into the cage that holds back people from entering an area where some weapons are kept.

Scott keeps ramming his head into the cage. He scrapes it back and forth as if Santiago was cheese and the cage was a grater. He then pulls Santi backs and runs forward slamming Santiago through the locked door. Santiago’s body goes flying into a table which falls over and knocks many other things over as the sound of metal hitting the ground is heard.

Scene starts to fade as Scott enters the cage and hits Santiago with a lead pipe.

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Segment: How About Buddhism? (Credit: XS3)

We cut back from commercial and we see one very angered XS3 walking down the halls with a purpose set on his mind. He finds it a tad hard to breathe painlessly after being put through a table via a powerbomb from a man he has never known. A can of spray paint is held in his left hand. Thoughts rush through his mind, telling him tonight can’t get anymore worse. But then it does…

XS3 runs into a man with a shaved ponytail, robe and a basket of flowers.

Man 1: “Excuse me, we’d like you to have this flower on behalf of the Church of Religious Consciousness, would you care to make a donation?”

XS3 casts the man aside gently. He is preserving his frustration for the time being. He runs into another man with the same getup.

Man 2: “We’d like you to have this flower on behalf -“

The man is pushed aside a little more harshly than the previous one. ANOTHER guy then approaches him.

Man 3: “I’m from the Church of Scientology…”

WHACK! XS3’s right hand connects with the man’s face and he crumples to the ground like a sack of bricks. Soon after, six more men approach the Destined Demolisher all with the same goal.

Man 4: “Jews for Jesus…”

POW! Another punch that knocks the guy out.

Man 5: “I saw ET!”

XS3: “…”

HI-YA! A bicycle kick to the chin!

Man 6: “Hear about Jehovah’s Witnesses?”

WHAM! XS3 connects with a knee to the man’s gut, causing him to double over. He then hooks the arm of the man and does a spinning kick to another man’s jaw, knocking him down.

Man 5: “How about Buddhism? EEEEE-YAAAAH!”

XS3 tosses the man aside like a sack of bricks then takes out the other three men with a big boot, a low blow and the Shadow Step. After making such short work of the nine annoyances, XS3 dusts off his shoulder and continues down the hallway with the spray paint can. He continues until he finally stops to see a huge wall. He looks around, seeing no one in sight, then shrugs and approaches the wall. Shaking the can, XS3 begins to spray a message on the wall. Finally, he stops and the message reads:

“LOGAN LOCKE IS A EGOMANICAL NEUROTIC NEANDERTHAL!”

XS3: “Hmmm.”

XS3 sprays a few more words which read:

”AND HE CAN’T WRESTLE!

XS3: “Perfect.”

With that sprayed, XS3 drops the can and walks down the hallway, a message sent to his opponent and nine religious zealots who tried to piss off the Lone Warrior.

End segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Aftermath (Credit: Hunter / Dan )

The smoke is there more than the flames, and that is most definitely something that surprises him the moment that he opens his eyes. He tries to get up, but he finds this action much more difficult than originally perceived. The wind has been knocked out of him, despite the fact that his landing was not that hard. The smoke slowly surrounds him as he hears people exiting their houses and gasping, looking around in shock at…something that he cannot see. Above him he hears a pair of footsteps, and then a long shadow falls over him.

Click.

Hunter: …shit.

?: Afraid so, Mr. Hunter. Though you may have escaped the catastrophic demise of your house, you will not escape death today. Any last words?

Hunter: …you know, if I somehow escape this, I really should start working on some. I need them given everything that’s happened lately.

?: Too bad that you will never be able to think them out.

Hunter: Unless you give me a time extension.

?: Does this ever work?

Hunter: It has before.

?: Well it doesn’t on me.

The end of the cold gun connects to Hunter’s forehead, and he closes his eyes slowly, waiting for the bang to come. And it does so, though slightly quieter than he expected it to be. He does not feel any pain whatsoever, and he does not feel…anything, really. He naturally assumes that his death was swift, and that is the way he has always wanted it. He slowly opens his eyes…but the smoke is still there.

Hunter: …what?

The blood drops down on his forehead rather slowly. He is not an expert on blood, or its velocity of dripping, but he would expect it to go faster. And then he remembers all of those Tarantino flicks from his heyday. And so he rolls away.

Good choice.

The blood flies out from the man’s chest and head and forms at a pool beneath him. Slowly, yet somehow accurately, he falls down to his knees and falls chest first into the pool of blood. Déjà vu.

Hunter: …what the fuck---

??: It happens.

Hunter turns around to his left and attempts to see the “attacker” and the person who is simultaneously speaking to him. But all he sees is the smoke, and all he hears is the worried gasps of his neighbors, the blazing sounds of a nearby fire, and the rapidly approaching sirens of the fire trucks.

Hunter: Who are you?

??: Your guardian angel.

The voice…sounds so familiar. But who could it be?

Hunter: Is he dead?

??: He does not have a head. I would think that is a rather safe assumption.

Hunter: Why did you save me?

??: I have never understood you people. Why do you feel it is necessary to ask so many questions? Is the thought that you are still alive not enough?

Hunter: I’d like to know who cares enough to save my life.

??: I do. Why is not important, that you will learn later for yourself. Just be happy that your life has been spared.

Hunter: Well what if I wanted it gone?

Even from behind the smoke Hunter knows that this man is smirking.

??: You do not. And that is why I interjected.

Hunter: Well who was this guy anyway?

??: A messenger.

Hunter: From whom?

??: I believe you call him “Dan White.”

Hunter: …it’s not Jack?

??: Why would it be?

Hunter: He said---

??: Not every word that one speaks is true, Mr. Hunter. Find Dan. He is your real enemy.

The sirens are a few blocks away, and when the man hears this, he runs. This Hunter can figure out from the fading footsteps. But they will be back.

Woman: Mr. Hunter, are you all right?

Hunter looks past the smoke, which is now clearing to let him see the worried faces of his elderly and most female neighbors. He sure can pick a neighborhood.

Hunter: Yeah.

As the smoke clears away entirely and goes into the air, and as the sirens approach him, and as his worried neighbors look on, half of them scared, the other half entertained, Hunter finally gets to look at his house…or what is left of it, rather. Everything he had loved, everything he had known. The materials, the memories…all of it…

Hunter: …it’s gone.

The only thing that is left to actually recover gently lies by Hunter’s left foot. He reaches down and picks up the gun, the one with the bullet meant for him. When the sirens are mere feet away, he puts it into his pocket and allows the firemen to do their work. Some things are better left hidden. But now he begins to think about what the man said to him. Should he trust the stranger’s words? Well at this point, he has no other options.

And so he simply walks away, getting closer and closer to the “real enemy.”

End.