Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd August 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Hollywood Hell part 2 (Credit: Rena)

Director: CUT! Okay, who the hell put cookies in there?

Santi: It was me. I’m on this low-carb diet so I can’t eat cookies, but I wanted one so bad. So I hid them in that box…I just thought it was an ordinary box.

Rena: Santi, you should have just eaten them…it’s not like your figure can get any bigger.

Santi: Shut up you cow!

Rena gasped, hugging her stomach as if she began to get self conscious.

Rena: Well, you’re a huge—

Director: ROLLING!

The screen shifts.

Dan: PREPARE TO WATCH 'GLITTER' STARRING MIRIAH CAREY!

Director: CUT!!!

Dan: PREPARE TO EAT PEANUT BUTTER!

Director: CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dan: PREPARE THE CHICKEN AN HOUR BEFORE PUTTING IT IN THE OVEN!

Director: FUCKING CUT! Look, Dan. If you don’t say your lines right we’ll give the role to Winona Rider!

Dan: okay…Okay…

Director: ROLLING!

Dan: PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DEATH!

He laughed evilly, opening the box. All of a sudden a little green snake slithered form the box and went on the ground.

Rena: A gardener snake!?

Santi: What the-

Director: MOTHER FUCKING CUT!!

Rena: Okay this set is really under budget…

Dan: How the fuck are we going to pass off a gardener snake as deadly?

Director: My assistant, Harry, was supposed to bring the snake…HARRY!

Harry: Yes?

Director: Where are the deadly snakes?

Harry: I put them in the box and brought them here.

Director: Well it’s not here. We only have a gardener snake-

Harry: a what?

Director: Gard-

Harry: I heard…Oh my god…

Harry went pale, pacing back and forth.

Director: What is it?

Harry: I gave my daughter a gardener snake for her birthday today…well I put it in a box and left it on the counter…

Director: Well then if we have her present, she has—

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The scene changes to show Harry’s little daughter opening up her present from her gracious father.

Daughter: MOMMY, COME QUICK! I’m opening my birthday present now.

Mom: Mommy will be right there!

Daughter: OH MOMMY! It’s SNAKES!!! YAY! I ALWAYS WANTED A SNAKE, AND NOW I HAVE 5!!

Mom: Five!? Your father said you were only getting one.

Daughter: I’m going to name this one blackie…

Mom: Why would you name a green snake blackie?

Daughter: They aren’t green, they’re black with a yellow stripe.

The mother rushed into the room to find the five snakes, poisonous as they are, sprawled across the kitchen.

Mom: Oh my fucking god…

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(to be continued…)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Retro Segment #55 (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)

December 12th, 2005
Okinawa, Japan
THE HERO CAVE. …AKA The Computer Room

Yuki’s sipping on a juice box with one hand and typing away on a computer with the other. Yoko, Sarin, and Mr. Floppy just sit and watch.

Sarin: She’s been going at it for hours. Does what she’s doing run in the family? Can you do that?

Yoko: I don’t have the attention span to do it that long, but otherwise yes. We must have amazing genes.

Mr. Floppy: You and Sarin should have a daughter.

Sarin: I’m not even going to comment on the creepiness of what you just said.

Yuki: This isn’t working.

Sarin: What do you mean?

Yuki: Well I’m going over The Legion’s battle plan, and I removed The Fox and his foxes. Then I took out Quiver Man and his toxic arrow.

Yoko: So they don’t have an entrance now.

Yuki: Not necessarily. Quiver Man didn’t make the arrows, he just shot them. Blight is the one who made the gas. I think she could still use some kind of grenade to replace the arrow.

Sarin: We could wear gas masks or something.

Yuki: But that isn’t the big problem. It’s the big guy. The one who beats up the security while they rob the place.

Yoko: I remember him. He’s huge. I think Jinx called him The Bulk?

Sarin: Funny.

Yuki: He’s like the foundation of their entire strategy. Without him, they don’t have an enforcer. I think he should be the next target.

Yoko: Good job! I knew you’d think of something.

Mr. Floppy: Yuki should be the team leader.

Yuki yawns.

Yuki: I’m going to go take a nap I think…I’ve been working on this alongside school, without sleep.

Sarin: You go right ahead, you’ve deserved it.

Yuki smiles at Sarin. She picks up Mr. Floppy and slinks on up the stairs.

Sarin: She’s a very valuable team member.

Yoko: I know. I’m glad we agreed to let her help, now.

Yoko slides into Yuki’s former seat in front of the computer.

Yoko: Now, to find out more about this Bulk!

To Be Continued…

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Match 4: Nichols and Wyvern vs. Mystery Opponents (Credit: Wyvern)

As the camera feed fades back to ringside, there’s signs galore, just like any other night, but some of these signs are visibly directed for the next match. Signs like “Can we please stop having stupid mystery/TBA opponent matches?” gets the crowd’s point home. Sure, they like being surprised like the next person, but there’s a point and time where people will just say that’s enough. However, people are still curious about who the newly formed team will be facing, in fact, THEY don’t even know. Phillip enters the ring, to get things underway.

Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 379 pounds, the team of Sean Nichols and Wyvern!

A chorus of cheers hit the P.A. as “Just Because” hits, as the “team”, if you will call them that, emerge from the entranceway. Sean looks to be absolutely pumped, as he throws off his shades into the crowd, looking confident as all hell, on his way down to the ring. On the other hand, Wyvern shakes his head, wondering what the hell he has gotten himself into. The two make their way down to the ring, where Sean stands on edge against the ropes, waiting for his opponents, while Wyvern rests in a corner, wishing time would go faster.

Phillip: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 479 pounds, the team of BK London and the ACW World Champion Latino, Affirmative Action!

As “Don’t Get Carried Away” hits the P.A., Wyvern’s facial expression drops, much like the reaction of the crowd itself. He spins Sean around and starts to question what they’re doing. However, Sean holds steady, as BK and Latino emerge from the entranceway, to a heavily mixed reaction. Latino, being the champion as well as the classic good guy, gets his props, while the sneaky devious BK London gets a whole caseload of Haterade. The two enter the ring, where RAF checks everyone to make sure everything is in order. However, before he can call for the bell, Nichols is jawing off straight at Latino, not even a foot away from each other.

The bell rings.

BK and Wyvern decide Nichols and Latino will be the ones to start this contest off. Latino stays cool as Nichols thinks of every insult in the world to piss off the World Champion, but Latino’s having none of it. Wyvern tries shouting at Nichols to stop yakking away and start wrestling, but Nichols still holds fast to what he thinks is the right thing to do in this situation. Eventually, Nichols slips a few lewd comments (albeit fake, the fans hope) about himself with AK. This whips Latino in a frenzy, as he connects with a flurry of punches on Nichols. He then whips the dazed Nichols into the ropes, as he ducks down, looking for a back body drop. Nichols returns, but only to give Latino a swift kick to the face, following up with a bulldog!

McNally: Impressive start by the boisterous Sean Nichols!

Edison: Can’t agree with you more! I like the kid’s attitude!

McNally: Really? I was going to just say that’s the only thing I despise about him.

Edison: Can’t please everyone, McNally.

Nichols tries covering for a quick pin, but Latino throws him off, looking insulted Nichols would even think that a pin right now would put him away. Latino fights his way back up to his feet, as he manages to grapple with Nichols. Impressed by the tenacity of Nichols, Latino isn’t able to force him down like people of similar stature, as Nichols fights his way to equal footing. However, Latino catches Nichols with a knee to the midsection, and grasps Nichols in a front-face lock, before dropping him down to the canvas hard, with a DDT! Latino drags Nichols to the corner, where BK looks quizzically at Latino. Latino lifts Sean up, as he tags in BK, who mounts the ropes as Latino gets Sean up onto his shoulders. BK launches off the ropes, and nails Nichols with a quick and nearly improvised Doomsday Device, sending Nichols crashing down to the mat! BK then races back to the apron, and slaps Latino as he gets close, signifying that Latino is the legal man once again! Latino looks at BK strangely, but shrugs his shoulders, as he turns around to see the prone Nichols. He moves over to Nichols and lifts him up by the hair, as he looks to put him away right here and now, but Nichols catches him with a dropkick to the shins, out of nowhere! Latino falls to the ground, as Sean runs the ropes, and connects with another dropkick to the face of Latino, who tumbles over and out of the ring!

McNally: Oh my God, this kid isn’t joking! He’s got skills, and he’s holding his own out there.

Edison: As much as I truly want to agree with you, I just have to wonder how much of a teammate Nichols truly is.

McNally: We’ll have to wait and see. Speaking of which, did you happen to see BK tag right back in?

Edison: You do what you have to do, McNally.

Nichols parades around the ring like he has just won the most prestigious prize in the world, as both BK and Wyvern trade glances at each other, and back to Nichols, both looking on in disbelief. As a groggy Latino stumbles up to his feet, Nichols runs the ropes and looks for a suicide dive, Latino moves out of the way, sending Nichols face first into the guardrail! The sickening clang made by the impact makes even the most stoic members of the audience wriggle in their seats with discomfort, as Latino retakes the advantage. He picks up Nichols and rolls him in the ring. At this point, Wyvern calls for a tag, knowing that his partner desperately needs to get out of the ring for a little while. Latino picks up Nichols, and lifts him into the La Puta Driver! Latino spins Nichols over, and makes a cover.

1…

2…

3…NO!

Nichols’ foot just managed to touch the nearby bottom rope, as RAF catches in it in his expertise! Latino looks quite surprised by the revelation, but nevertheless determined to make it up by continuing the match. Latino picks up Nichols again, and Latino locks Nichols in another front face lock, as he looks to tag in with BK, but BK steps down from the apron, apparently jawing off with a fan. Latino looks rather dismayed, at this, as he goes for the Three Shots! The first one hits…he twists, the second one hits…he twists back up, as the crowd whips into a frenzy as he nails the third! Latino runs up to the top rope, looking to end this thing once and for all, as he looks around, to see BK arguing with RAF on the outside, knowing that there’s no point in leaping off if there’s not a pinfall to be had, as Latino steps back down from the turnbuckle. He goes to the ropes nearby, and shouts for both RAF and BK to get back to their places, so the match can continue properly. During all of this, Wyvern looks on morbidly, knowing Nichols absolutely needs to tag in to hope for a victory here tonight. As Latino goes back to Nichols, Nichols blasts him with a low blow, which sends the champ down to his feet. Nichols springs up, and looks towards Wyvern for the classic hot tag, as Nichols rushes over, but as soon as he’s within an arm’s reach, he turns around, saying “he’s got this all under control”, as he rushes back at Latino.

Edison: Holy teamwork, McNally!

McNally: You could say that again, McNally! It looks li--

Edison: Holy teamwork, McNally!

McNally: Ugh…I meant that loosely, to show I agreed with you.

Edison: Sorry.

McNally: It looks like neither team is really operating like a well-oiled machine.

Edison: Ha! It’s like the tag division from early-mid 2005!

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As Nichols charges Latino, Latino recovers quite quickly, to Nichols’ shock. Latino springs from his kneeling stance to level Nichols with a countering leaping lariat! Nichols crashes to the mat, as Wyvern just looks disappointed beyond belief, seeing as he hasn’t even seen an ounce of action here tonight. With Nichols down on the mat, Latino signals to the crowd that this is over right here and right now, as he lifts up Nichols. Nichols quickly retorts with a wicked haymaker, but Latino rolls around, and nails the Switch Blade Cut out of nowhere! Latino begins to climb the top rope, not really noticing BK’s slap of encouragement, as BK enters the ring, and rolls Sean up, clutching the rope as he does so.

1…

2…

3!

The bell rings.

Phillip: And here are your winners, Affirmative Action!

Latino doesn’t know what to think, as he looks ready to drop down with the Frog Splash, as he sees the match has finished in the amount of time it took to get up to the top. He looks at BK, who shrugs his shoulders in an innocent manner at not knowing what Latino was going to do. Latino just brushes it off, as the two head back shortly thereafter. As Nichols tries to get up in the ring, Wyvern steps in and offers his hand. Nichols refuses the gesture, noting “he can do it fine enough”, as Nichols gets back up to his feet, looking rather beat-up and worse for wear, but nevertheless, as confident as he’s ever been, as he tells Wyvern on the way back a laundry list of excuses of why the match ended the way it did, which just sends an incensed Wyvern storming away from Nichols, who then continues to taunt to the crowd, as the camera fades.

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Segment: 'A Familiar Face' (Credit: Kudo)

As the overhead cameras streak overhead to capture the ACW fans all enjoying the current Meltdown show, the Alphatron monitor begins to flicker and start up. The scene opens up showing Kudo Yasuda relaxing back on a cushioned seat in his familiar locker room, with a cellular phone resting against the side of his face.

Kudo: Yeah I understand...So there's nothing I can say to change your mind?

Kudo pauses a bit, while the listens in on the receiver, the second part of the conversation inaudible to the viewing ACW fans.

Kudo: You always were a bit obstinate. (Kudo chuckles) Well I'll pay you a visit sometime in Kyoto then. And don't change a thing about the DragonArts School sensei, you're always right. Tell the new class that I said that. They'll listen.

Kudo pauses again and listens.

Kudo: Yeah, I'll try that. Thank you again.

Kudo flips the phone off and gets up to stretch a bit after what appears to have been a moderately long conversation with his teacher, now heading back to the Japan area. Kudo takes a deep breath and then steps onto a table on the side and proceeds to get into a lotus position. Kudo takes another deep breath before he rests his palms on his knees and closes his eyes. At the moment, the room has become a solitary and serene environment, and Kudo uses the time to meditate and relax his body and his mind, a common practice to him it seems.

The meditative state does not last long, as the door to Kudo's locker room is victim to a continuous banging while a voice is heard from the other side.

Man: Hey KUDO!!! Are you in there?!

Kudo's eyes clench tighter as he tries to ignore the sound and tries to ease the tension in his body, and contain the anger of being interrupted at such a bad time.

Man: YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT IN THERE?!!!

The man follows the excessively loud yelling with even more wild knocking as suddenly he finally realizes that the door was unlocked in the first place. He takes it upon himself to let himself in but just as he steps in he knocks into a slightly angered Kudo.

Kudo: Kevin, I'm going to---

Suddenly Kudo holds back his threat as the man fully enters the room. The familiar face is not of Kevin Anderson, but of Alan Albright, former entrepreneur and employer of Kudo for various commercial segments for Albright Action Company.

Albright: Hah, I knew I'd find you here.

Kudo: Albright? What are you doing here? I thought our deal was cut off.

Albright: Yeah, that's not the only thing that was cut off I'm afraid.

A puzzled look comes onto Kudo's face as he backs up into the room and the two take a seat.

Albright: Well here's how it goes: There was a company takeover because apparently they didn't like my style of running things in my own business. Supposedly I had tried to go through too many marketing demographics and types at once; sports drinks, cereal, at-home kung fu kits...well you get the picture. And basically they feel that that kind of left us in a big load of trouble in terms of finances.

Kudo: So basically you got screwed over by your own people.

Albright: Well...yeah.

Kudo: So what are you doing here? This doesn't have anything to do with me.

Albright: Ah but you see, it has everything to do with you. Well...it could.

Another curious look comes on Kudo's face as he awaits an explanation.

Albright: You see, now that I'm temporarily out of work for the company, I have decided to freelance my talents and abilities.

Kudo: Talents?

Albright: Oh sure, I'm not just the guy who oversaw things and signed paperwork when I was at Albright Action, I actually went out and did a lot of searching.

Kudo: Searching? For what?

Albright: Searching for talent. Searching for people to represent the company. Searching for the guy or girl to take the company to the next level. And I believe I found it when I signed Kudo Yasuda to a string of commercial deals.

Albright's eyes and hands graze the air above him as he reminisces about his glorious past.

Kudo: I'm flattered, but your company's directors ended all of that. Something about me not being a suitable representative anymore? Something like screwing me over at the lowest point of my career?!

Kudo's voice raises as his temper does the same.

Albright: Now I know that once a streak of losses came and you went through a slump in your career, the company chose to let you go, but remember Kudo, I'm your friend. I'm the guy that wanted to build his entire enterprise with your face backing it. But after your title loss and your stable breaking up, the directors threw you to the curb just as they did to me.

Kudo: ...

Albright: Now let me get down to it Kudo. I didn't come here to catch up, as fun as that was. I come here to you to offer you another proposition. Much like I did a year before, I want you and I to take the world by storm. I want R-3 to be the center point of it all, I want to help your dream to come true, I want you to help me help you just like I did a year ago Kudo. Think of me as a behind the scenes manager of sorts. I'll try and stay away from the cameras but I'll do my best to make sure that the cameras can't enough of you and R-3. I'll handle the PR, I'll handle anything as best as I can so that Kudo Yasuda can get back to that dominating performance that brought him to me a year ago!

Kudo leans back and really thinks about everything that was just said to him a moment ago. The ACW camera catches both men’s eyes extremely focused on one another. Kudo appears as if he is testing the man's authenticity.

Kudo: Have you seen Seven Deadly Sins? Not a very dominating performance at all. Rattlesnake and I lost, and I fell short in the Golden Ticket Turmoil match. How exactly are you going to "turn things around" for me?

Albright: Haha, never mind about the Lethal Lottery Tag, and forget about that Golden Ticket Turmoil. I'll tell ya Kudo, I certainly did see Seven Deadly Sins, and what I saw was a severely determined man on the mission of his life. Your mind was focused on one thing that night, and that was reinventing R-3 and leading the Armada straight up to the top, never looking backwards. Never looking backwards...

Albright and Kudo lock eyes again for a moment, as Kudo takes in what the man in front of him has just proposed. He tries to take in the familiar face offering unfamiliar words and the sudden role reversal that has opened up since a year ago. It doesn't take long.

Kudo: ...Now you're speaking my language...

The two men stand up and share a firm handshake in agreement. Albright makes his way out of Kudo's locker room as the camera zooms up closer to show the trickles of sweat that have revealed themselves on the reborn and very relieved man.

-Fade Out-

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Commercial: "The Fastest Hour on Television" (Credit: Senator)

Biff Taylor(Standing in an empty J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium): Dudes and Dudettes, are you sick and tired of the same old, same old product that the big ol' wrestling companies are putting out? Do you want action and personality like nobody else can deliver?

(A clip of El Froggy Mask hitting the Hop on Kevin Fitsharris plays)

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(A clip of Violet Cyrilla knocking out Lilly Rouge with a straight haymaker punch plays)

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(A clip of Mark "The Axe" Miller being dumped off the scaffolding structure onto the blazing barbed wire tables from the Philly BBQ match plays)

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Fade Out.

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Segment: "Setting the Record Straight" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

The fans stand around restlessly, waiting for Meltdown to pick up. Suddenly, without warning, "Blind" hits as the fans look at the entrance ramp to see Rattlesnake emerging from the back wearing a trenchcoat. The fans instantly notice Rattlesnake limping onto the stage. Rattlesnake stops walking and removes the trenchcoat to reveal the International Championship around his waist. The fans boo, but Rattlesnake just stands there and smirks. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a mic.

Rattlesnake: Now, before you decide to judge me, I thought I'd come out here and correct the rumors that have been going around since I became the International Champion just five days ago.

Before Rattlesnake can start his explanation, the fans start a "You got jailed" chant. Rattlesnake looks around and scoffs.

Rattlesnake: Those rumors were false. Someone felt the need to spread rumors about me that just weren't true. Besides, let's face facts. Ever since I beat RDK for this title, I've become an international hero. Right now, people in Peru, Italy, Turkey, Transylvania, Canada, and Mongolia are praising me for what I did! All of you should be praising me too!

The fans boo, but Rattlesnake continues anyways.

Rattlesnake: And do you want to know why? Because I stand before you as one of ACW's elite. In just five months, I went from a lowly rookie to an ACW champion. I rode the rocket of success and I have only one person to thank...myself. Now don't get me wrong, I did get a boost from my fellow Senatorialites, but at Seven Deadly Sins I went into my title match and fought with all my heart, even after having a match earlier in the night.

The fans sound confused at Rattlesnake's last comment.

Rattlesnake: RDK, I just have one thing to say to you.

Rattlesnake pauses for what seems to be dramatic effect.

Rattlesnake: Thanks. Even though I had a match prior to our match, you still fought like I wanted you to and I respect you for it.

Rattlesnake even claps his hands for a moment as the fans cheer for RDK.

Rattlesnake: Now you might be wondering about Hunter and myself. You might think there's some ill feelings between the two of us because he took away the chance of Kudo and me facing Flower Power for the Tag Team Championships. But that's just not the case now. I admit that I was pissed, but I look at this title around my waist and I realize that there are far greater tragedies in the world. As for tonight, it's just Hunter and myself, one-on-one. I'm not going to go easy on you Hunter. I'm going to show you why you made the right decision to recruit me into the Senatorial Stable and why I'm the new International Champion.

Rattlesnake clears his throat.

Rattlesnake: Now going back to what I was saying. I'm the fastest rising ACW rookie. At this point in time, you may be thinking that I have the momentum to topple the ACW World Champion. I agree. But right now, I want him to watch what I do. If you want a glimpse of what a Rattlesnake World Championship reign might look like, watch my reign as International Champion.

Rattlesnake polishes the front of the International Championship.

Rattlesnake: Latino...don't concern yourself with BK London. Don't concern yourself with Atomic Kitsune. Don't even concern yourself with Torak or Hunter or even Yoko Satoshi. Latino...you should be concerned with the Snake. You should be watching what I do because one of these days, I'll be coming for you and your World Championship and I won't stop until that title is mine.

The fans boos, but Rattlesnake just smirks.

Rattlesnake: Now you may think that I'm getting ahead of myself...but I'm not. You may think that I'm just talking a lot of shit and stand a snowball's chance in hell of taking that title from you. You can think whatever you want in your little fantasy world because down here in reality, that's a different story. You see greatness knows no bounds. The sky is the limit and right now, the Snake is heading into the Stratosphere. At the very edge is where you now stand. I'm working my way up, defeating people that have held that title you now hold and putting myself one step closer to eternal fame. Mark my words Latino...if you want it, I'll give you a "claim to fame" and show everyone why they shouldn't underestimate me...why they shouldn't look down upon me. When I'm done with them, their brush with greatness will be at its end...and the same goes for you because I...WILL...STRIKE!

Rattlesnake drops the mic as "Blind" hits again. He unbuckles the International Championship and holds it above his head as he slowly walks backwards and goes into the back.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Hollywood hell part 3 (Credit: Rena)

Director: I’m sure they’ll be fine…

Harry: I know.

Director: And if not we can have a trilogy, and we’ll be able to say this one is a true story: Snakes in a birthday gift.

Harry: OH MY GOD!!

Harry ran off, but the Director didn’t care.

Director: Paint the snake black.

Rena: What? That’s going to be lame.

Director: FINE! Dress someone up in a black snake suit. Make sure they’re drunk so they can slither a lot.

Dan: Why did I sign on to this?

Santi: I’m having a fucking cookie…

Director: ROLLING!

It was obvious they went with painting the snake black. It slithered around the bus as Rena let out a fake but believable scream. The snakes tongue reached out and flicked an extra on the bus. They looked around, confused as to what to do. They finally screamed and pretended to die.

Rena: OH MY GOD!! It’s going to kill us all!

But it was too late to run. Dan had locked and sealed the doors, and every window was too small to get through. Rena cried out in terror as she leaped up on her seat away from the evil snake. Santiago was shaking in his own seat, quivering as to what to do. He looked over to his shovel, and in a brave movement he swung it at the snake.

Santi: GOTCHA!

…: OW, WHAT THE FUCK!?

Santiago looked down to see Rattlesnake on the floor, holding his head.

Santi: Sorry, man…thought you were the snake.

Director: CUT!? Who the hell put that in the script.

Writer: Nobody.

Santi: What? I just wanted to add some drama to this movie.

Director: DRAMA IS FOR SOAP OPERAS AND BRITNEY SPEARS' MARIAGE! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE.

Rena, who was now picking at he nails, made a snorting noise in laughter and looked at the Director.

Rena: Yeah…with a painted snake and a skinny little Welsh boy cast as the assassin. I smell a Golden Globe winner.

Dan: YOU SHUT UP YOU YANK!

Rena: Go eat haggis!

Dan: That’s the Scots you dumb whore.

Rena: DIRECTOR!!

Director: What?

Rena: I demand a 10% raise.

Director: Why?

Rena: He called me a dumb whore. I am not working in this poisonous atmosphere if I don’t get a 10% raise.

Director: Well we can’t give that to you…we are seriously over budget, Rena.

Rena: Did all the snake paint suck your funds account dry?

Director: NO......yes.

Rena: Well then, I’m leaving.

Director: You can’t just leave in the middle of shooting.

Rena: WATCH ME!

Director: Dan, stop her.

She shuffled to the door, but Dan was blocking her way. She just shoved him aside like a feather and moved on down to the street. She was on her cell phone screaming at what seemed to be her agent.

Santi: I don’t think she’s coming back…

Director: Let’s just get back to filming.

Dan: But we can’t do it without Rena!

Director: Well…I have a plan!

Santi: You do?

Director: Yes I do. It might not be a smart one, since I quit high school to follow my dream of acting, got rejected and turned to directing…but it’s an idea.

(to be continued…)

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Match 5: Rena Matheson vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: FSX)

The show is just passing the halfway mark, but the crowd is still fresh as a daisy. Which is a very good thing, as a humdinger of a match is about to come their way.

Philip: This match is an intergender singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, ACW’s supreme Diva – Rena Matheson!

”Beep” by the Pussycat Dolls hits, and the crowd responds with an enormous amount of noise, for no woman has ever commanded a professional wrestling ring with the style that Rena Matheson possesses. She looks completely captivating in her wrestling attire, and gets plenty of wolf-whistles as she walks to the ring; Philip holds the ropes for her to enter, and Rena circles the turnbuckles, defeating the attempts of even the most advanced digital cameras to accurately record her beauty.

Philip: And her opponent, from Toronto, Ontario… Jonny Spade!

”Animal I have become” blares into the arena, and Jonny gets a big pop from the ACW faithful; still one of the company’s strong drawers, he walks purposefully to the ring and enters. He and Rena regard one another… there’s a whole lot of history there, but for now, the competition is what matters, and the referee is quick to get things underway.

Bell Rings.

And here we are under way once again, and what will this match bring? Nothing good for Mr. Spade apparently, as Rena is quick to move into the offensive. The match is barely even underway as she rushes forward with a surprisingly quick and effective arm drag, waiting for him to pop back up before delivering a nice and heavy roundhouse kick, hitting him stiffly in the ribs, which nearly causes him to keel over already once again. Those in attendance and Jonny himself were not expecting such a quick and effective display from the once crowned ruler of all things Diva, especially not the vicious DDT which was just delivered, or the fact she dragged him right back up to his feet, simply to drop him with what was an overpowering german suplex, holding it for the bridge and a two. As cries from the crowd are heard for there hero of spades to recover, Rena can only smile and take a moment to rest herself, evidently pleased with how this contest has fallen completely to her favor thus far. Jonny, on the other hand, is looking for revenge now. He after all has never been one to be made a fool of, and he looks to return the favour to Rena now, with a VENGEANCE. Luckily, with his incredibly powerful moves, this will be all too simple for him.

How simple? Rena helped him, that's how simple. As she turned around to return and finish off Jonny, all she found was him waiting to destroy her, being quickly lifted up and dropped with a spinebuster. As she held her back on the mat, Jonny wasn't finished with her, and he was using the speed of ANGER to unleash his fury now! If this was the speed of Will Anger, he may of failed, but seeing as it wasn't, it was no surprise he was run up the turnbuckle and nail a leg drop before she had a chance to recover. Yes, things were looking good at this point. As Rena rose again and attempted to slap him, it just wasn't working out as he grabbed her wrist. Swinging her other hand, he simply grabbed her other wrist and smirked, looking as if he was going to pull her into a kiss, only to whisper something in her ear that made her cry with terror, following that up with a knee to the gut and Piledriver. As she fell to the mat, clutching her head, he laughed and gave a thumbs up to those in attendance, lifting her up by the throat. It appeared he was going to perform a nice, effective, chokeslam sit-out powerbomb, and pin her, then probably bask in the glory of having successfully broken Rena, but that wouldn't be the case. Why? Because Referees are incompetent, and always seem to fail to notice when someone is kicked in the balls. Tears welling up in Jonny's eyes, he let her go and fell to the ground in the fetal position, spasming a bit as he did. They didn't call him Jonormous for nothing, but it appeared his hopes of victory had officially been crushed..

Now that she had regained control of this match in one of her most casual ways, she pulled him back to his feet, seeing as he was too damaged to defend himself anyway, now seemed the perfect time to FINISH HIM!....or..so she would of hoped. Before she could deliver the 'Hell in Heels', she was pushed away by a seemingly fully recovered Jonny. Shocked he was able to recover so quickly, she looked around the arena frustrated, wanting an answer to how he could of possibly recovered so quickly. Jonny himself gave her the answer, as he pulled a cup out of his pants and smirked, tossing it to the audience, an action which received a noticeable amount of boos from male fans in that area. Rena, visibly upset, began her dash forward to attack, only finding herself lifted up onto Jonny's shoulders, as he was apparently ready to deliver his famed 'Jonormous Slam'. Just as the end was about to take place, Rena took her one last strategy into effect, as she pulled herself into a seated position on his shoulders with a great deal of effort, and mover around so that she was in the position to deliver a hurricanrana, instead of doing so pushing forward, Jonny's head entrapped between her legs as he fell to the ground, his shoulders down.

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THRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!

And the taste of defeat was never so sweet...

Philip: The winner of this match...Jonny Spade!....... ...what? That doesn't make him a winner? Alright, the REAL winner of this match, RENA!

It would be fair to say that a good 90% of the ACW crowd would gladly suffer a defeat in such a manner; Jonny is far too much of a gentleman to make capital out it, but he has a smile on his face as he rises. He and Rena exchange a quick hug, and then Jonny leaves the ring so that Rena can celebrate her victory; superstar or superbitch, there’s no denying her star power.

Fade out to the break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Latino's Retro Segment # ( (598 * Pi ^ 16) / 2.34503 ) (Credit: Latino/Kevin)

August 3rd, 2006
ACW Arena - Backstage
Two Seconds Ago

As usual, Kevin comes running down the ACW hallways as he sees Latino walking. He calls out and Latino stops as he hears that very familiar voice.

Kevin: Latino! Latino! I have questions for you!

Latino: Dios mios chico! You always have questions. Why not for once you have....like money?

Kevin: Oh...I'm sorry...I have two dollars Canadian here.

Latino (intrigued): Canadian? Monopoly Money?

Kevin: Yes, Canadian.

Latino: ...interesting. Very interesting. Maybe I can buy a sugar packet or two with it in American.

Latino looks up to contemplate this idea. Kevin looks at him with a large "What the hell" look and then looks up, trying to see what Latino's looking at. He then looks at the camera and then back at Latino. Kevin waits for a brief second and then taps him on the shoulder.

Latino (surprised): Huh!? What!? That pizza was on her face before I got there! Ridley put down the bunny!

Kevin: Uh...can we do this interview now?

Latino: Interview? Oh yea right. Is this about my first retro segment?

Kevin: A little bit. Why are you doing one that happened two seconds ago? Usually it seems these are done well far out in the past.

Latino: So? Some people like their cucumbers pickled.

Kevin: What?

Latino: Huh?

Kevin: What?

Latino: Huh?

Kevin: I'm assuming you have no answer to the question.

Latino: You assumed right. Any more questions or can I leave now?

Kevin: Well I think the one question that everyone's wondering is what is your reponse to BK London's challenge?

Latino: Oh yes my good ole former. non-former, friend, and weird guy I drag around sometimes MR. B-KAY LONDON! Yes, yes I saw his little speech. It was good I'll give him that. He's been after this gold since forever and now he's done what I have expected. He's wants what I now own. He wants my Llello. Did you hear me, Kevin? He wants.....my LLELLO!

Kevin slowly backs away as he's officially creeped out by this. Latino doesn't look but still grabs a hold of Kevin pulling him back towards him.

Latino: Don't go, stay. You see London and I have rocked ACW more than once. We've faced one another EIGHT different times in singles matches. We tagged together. We've done it all! But there is one thing that we have never....ever done. We've never fought for this gold.

Latino holds up his title belt as he looks at it and watches for a few seconds as it glimmers in the light. He then breaks himself out of his trance and continues to talk.

Latino: So he challenges me for this August 26th. He wants another go at this title. Well you know what....bring it on chico. I said I'd take on all challengers and this is no exception.

Latino finally lets go of Kevin, whom lets out a sigh of relief, and then leaves the camera shot. Kevin watches as he leaves and then looks back at the camera as the shot slowly fades out.

* fade *

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Bah Gawd They Done It! (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)

Yoko: When I thought of "Longest Reigning Tag Team Champions Ever Celebration," this isn't what I had in mind.

She gestures to the post-it note outside of their locker room door, with the hastily written message "Congratulations Flower Power!" and a single rose, resting in what appears to be a plastic McDonald's cup, sans water.

Sarin: I'm sure there are more important things going on in management than our tag team record. Maybe they're honoring Mike Champeau, twenty-five year employee?

Yoko: Your optimism makes you slightly stupid, Sarin. ACW is two years old.

Sarin coughs in embarrassment, hastily sliding into their locker room to save herself from thinking of a witty retort. Grinning, Yoko follows close behind.

Yoko: I can't believe July is already over. It feels like yesterday we were caught in a deadly struggle against Chance and Umeko.

Sarin: We were in a deadly struggle against Chance and Umeko yesterday, dolt. Playing a tag match on ACW Omega Effect with created characters.

Yoko: Someone's bitter.

Sarin rolls her eyes before feinting a kick in Yoko's direction. She evades, though Sarin follows up with a sneaky foot sweep, knocking Yoko flat on her ass. It isn't long before the two are engaged in a heated, passionate moment.

Yoko: Why does arguing make you horny?

Sarin: Er...shut up and kiss me.

Yoko obliges, but all too soon they break away, panting and out of breath.

Yoko: On Saturday, April 26th, when we destroyed Cold Blooded Killers for the titles...did you believe we'd ever make it this far?

Sarin pauses for a moment to contemplate, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

Sarin: In all honesty...yes.

Yoko: Really?

Sarin: I'm an optimist, remember? And not all that stupid, because my prediction came true!

Yoko: That's just coincidence.

Sarin: Whatever. I just knew...the moment we won, that this was special. It wasn't just some random, passable burst of energy...it was the real deal. We broke your tag team curse. Two, three failed tag teams? We broke your curse and we weren't backing down. We were on a roll. What am I saying, we STILL are on a roll.

Yoko: Undefeated. I can't even begin to understand how that's even possible.

Sarin: I can. I'm tagging with Yoko Satoshi, the greatest wrestler alive.

Yoko: And I'm tagging with Sarin Rossi, equally great if not greater wrestler.

They share a laugh, a chuckle, a giggle. Seated on the floor next to each other, Sarin leans in closer to Yoko, resting her head on her shoulder. Yoko wraps an arm around her lover tightly, kissing her forehead.

Yoko: I love you.

Sarin: I love you.

Yoko: We're never going to lose, are we?

Sarin: No, we're not. Do you know why?

Yoko: Because we're in love. We're in love and we'd never allow one of us to face the humiliation of defeat. We'd rather die.

Sarin: You must fight to live, that's all there is to it.

Sarin snuggles closer, shuddering as she feels Yoko's hands slide down her back, but perhaps this time, not from need?

Yoko whispers something softly in Sarin's ear; they snuggle tighter than ever. They're in love and no force is equal, save their desire to win. And that's what makes them champions.

April 26th, 2006 and beyond!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Two Lesbians, Two Singles Matches, Hold the mayo (Credit: BK)

As we return from the last match, the cameras immediately cut to a shot in Gingerdude's office. Once again, our beloved Chairman is hard at work completing some form of paper work. What type of paper work? No one knows. But you can be sure that he's about to be interrupted, just as he always is as he is in the middle of paper work. And sure enough, Kiley barges into his room and he picks his head up to get a better view of the ravishing wife of BK London.

Ginger: Ah Kiley, what can I do for you?

Kiley: It's not what you can do for me, it's what you can do for BK London.

Ginger: BK London? Wait, before I answer that question, answer this - How'd you get past security?

Kiley: Oh I have my ways Ginger, I have my ways.

Kiley gently and slowly wipes the sides of her mouth only with her middle finger.

Ginger: ...Ah yes. Well anyway, what can I do for BK London? Haven't I done already by lifting his bench period and giving him a match tonight?

Kiley: Yes you have, and you can only help him by giving him more matches.

Ginger: More matches?

Kiley: Yes, more matches. You see BK has one *Kiley raises up her one index finger* request, which will result in *now raising up two fingers* two matches.

Ginger: Go on...and don't mind me, I'll just take a sip of my tea

Ginger raises up his little tea cup, white with gold designs, up and begins to drink it. As he sips it, he can feel the level of stress from all the work dramatically decreasing - but something is about to break that calm feeling he has.

Kiley: BK wants to face both members of Flower Power in singles matches sometime before Heatwave.

Ginger's eyes bulge out of his head and quickly Kiley takes a huge step to her right before she is hit with the coffee Ginger spits out in shock. He sets down the teacup and pulls a red hankerchief out of his blazer pocket and cleans his mouth up.

Ginger: ...excuse me?

Kiley: He wants to face both Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi in singles matches between now and his match with Latino at Heatwave.

Ginger: ....tell me this, why in the WORLD would he do that?

Kiley: All will be answered shortly. He just wants the matches, can you deliver?

Ginger: Well, I'll have to check with Flower Power, but I'm sure that they'd accept. Those two ladies don't back down a challenge from anyone.

Kiley: Excellent.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Hollywood Hell part 4 (Credit: Rena)

The cameras begin to roll, as Rena is now replaced by a scarecrow with female hair and a females outfit exactly the same to what Rena was wearing. Rena’s vocal talents were also replaced by an offstage voice by a man using his best female impersonation.

Offstage: OH MY GOD! It’s going to kill us all!!!

Santi: Come on, we can move him together.

Offstage: But I’m scared…

All of a sudden the door flew open with Rena rushing in, knocking over Dan in her way.

Director: CUT!

Rena: OKAY! My agent made me come back in here and finish this movie. So let’s get this mother fucker on the road, shall we?

Santi: Thank god.

Rena: Is that supposed to be me?

Director: Yes, we had no choice.

The scarecrow slumped onto the seat, lying on its back.

Dan: It’s got Rena’s acting skills.

Rena: You shut up.

She swatted him in the back of the head and moved back to her seat.

Director: ROLLING!

Rena: OMG It’s GOING TO KILL US ALL!

Santi: Come on…we can move him together.

Rena: But I’m scared. What if the snake gets me?

Santi: I’ll protect you, okay?

Rena: Okay.

Rena and Santiago head from their seats, moving down the aisle. All of a sudden, they look back to find the snake trailing behind them. Santiago screeched, pushing Rena on the ground as he stepped up onto a seat.

Rena: WHAT ABOUT PROTECTING ME!?

Santi: You’re on your own, bitch.

She got up quickly, grabbed the snake by the tail and whipped it at Dan. It flew into the air, but just missed him and hit the front window, smashing it into little pieces of glass. The snake fell onto the pavement outside, obviously dead.

Rena: Shit…

Director: CUT!

Dan: Nice throw.

Santi: We need a new snake.

Director: We can’t afford a new snake! Get that thing off the pavement and get it back in here.

Rena: What are we possibly going to do with a dead snake with glass in it?

Director: We’ll tie a transparent rope around its neck.

Rena: It better not bleed on my alligator shoes. Do snakes bleed?

Dan: Yes…God, what the hell did I get myself into?

Santi: I’m firing my agent. He said this would be a good movie to boost my morale.

Rena: The only morale you’ll get is in a Burger King commercial.

Santi: Well the only one you’ll get is porn.

Rena: I hate this movie.

Rattlesnake: Why the hell did I end up in this movie?

Dan: THE EXTRAS DON’T TALK TO THE STARS! GO MAKE ME A FRAPUCINO!

Rattlesnake: Go make it yourself.

Director: We don’t have time for a frappucino. And what the hell is that?

Dan: Dunno, I think I made it up.

Director: Oh My God.

(to be continued…)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: Rawt vs. Alicia Kitsune (Credit: Kudo)

ACW returns back to the arena and the fans’ attention goes back to the ring as Philip Jones makes his way back to the center of it.

Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first—

Queen’s “Another one bites the dust” hits unexpectedly out of the speakers as the likeable Rawt makes his way down the ramp and into the ring to quite a bit of cheers.

Philip: From Berlin, Germany, he stands at 6 foot 9 inches tall and weighs in at 300 pounds…Rawt!!

The fans deliver another pop as Rawt raises his arms in the air. As he settles in a corner though, the fans begin to raise up again in anticipation.

Philip: And his opponent…from London!

The fans let out another pop.

Philip: Standing at 5’7, weighing in at 135 pounds, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!!

“Fly” by Hilary Duff takes over the speakers as the former World Champion makes her way out, focused and ready. The two competitors take to the middle of the ring as Philip leaves and the referee takes over.

McNally: Well here’s another interesting match, AK at 135 pounds and Rawt at 300. But this type of mismatch isn’t exactly uncommon in the wrestling business.
Edison: This type of thing wouldn’t be acceptable in boxing, but this is professional wrestling ladies and gentlemen!
McNally: So this will be a mix of different styles most definitely, and here we go!

*Ding Ding Ding*

The bell rings and Rawt comes straight for AK just as the last “Ding” ends. AK is caught by surprise at the speed but manages to barely roll aside to avoid the one man wrecking crew of Rawt.

Edison: A close one there!

Rawt is slow to turn around and AK is now on him, trying to chop away at the legs of the former Entertainment champion. The kicks manage to stun the big man momentarily, but Rawt follows his earlier momentum and nails a big double axe handle on the back of AK, effectively taking her down. Rawt picks AK back up and hoists her up for a big scoop slam. AK clenches her back after the impact as Rawt bounces off the ropes.

Edison: What’s he going for now?!

Rawt halts right before he reaches AK and jumps up a surprising height into the air looking for a big body splash. AK manages to roll safely out of the way. It takes 2 full rotations to get out of the range of the splash, but after hearing the huge *BAM*, it is a huge sign of relief for AK.

McNally: Another close call there Eddie.

Rawt holds his stomach in pain for a bit as AK pulls herself together and gets back on offense, delivering some kicks to the back of Rawt’s head, forcing him to roll out of the ring temporarily to regain his breath. As Rawt leans on the barricade dazed for a moment, AK bounces off the ropes and takes flight over the top rope in a big plancha move!

Edison: Here it comes!

As AK’s body flies forward to Rawt, he manages to catch the former world champion and uses her own momentum to turn around and smash her back into the barricade, pushing it back against the front row fans.

Edison: DANGERRROUS!!!
McNally: A high powered counter there!

The fans have gone crazy at the quick exchanging of offense this match is offering as Rawt rolls back in the ring, still a bit winded after that move. The referee comes out to check on AK, but she is showing plenty of life, as she begins to claw back into the ring. Rawt is back up now, and he delivers some stomps to keep AK down. Rawt is brimming with confidence now, as he stands over the higher ranked AK, and he begins to pull her back up to her feet. Rawt pushes her back to the ropes and delivers an irish whip, but he doesn’t let go of her arm and instead pulls her back and connects with a clothesline on her return trip. Rawt isn’t finished here, as he brings AK back up and this time, really irish whips her against the ropes. As she comes running back from the other side, Rawt lifts his leg up in the air for a big boot but AK ducks it and builds up speed back on the other side of the ropes. Rawt turns around tries to counter with a clothesline, but AK ducks that too and builds up another round of speed where finally it is too fast for Rawt to try and stop as he gets taken down with a high powered dropkick straight to the thigh. The effect is amazing, as the buildup of speed causes Rawt to flip forward and back onto his back, leaving him clutching his right leg in pain.

Edison: Back and forth, back and forth here!

AK is visibly worn at the high paced offense, but she builds up enough strength to get back on her feet and go for a pin, hooking the hurt leg of Rawt.

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Rawt, still favoring his leg manages to get a shoulder up in the air to break the count, as AK hurriedly tries to keep the pressure on her opponent. She hooks her arms around Rawt’s neck in a sleeper hold that has the fans buzzing, but Rawt’s will to win is not to be overlooked. He pulls down and lifts AK’s legs up into the air, the size difference beginning to show once again, as Rawt begins to get back on his feet with AK straddling his back. Rawt follows it up by backing into the turnbuckles with AK taking the brunt of the force. Eventually, after the second ramming, the power has gotten to be too much for AK and she drops back onto the ground as Rawt looks to turn things back around again. Rawt lifts AK back up and throws her onto another turnbuckle where he follows up with some underhook punches and some shoulder thrusts. Rawt pulls AK’s head forward and sets up what looks to be a sitdown piledriver.

McNally: A high impact move coming up Eddie.

Rawt takes a breath before lifting AK up into the air. Though the overpowering offense of Rawt has mounted against her, AK manages to add some of her own momentum and flip Rawt back over with a snap hurricanrana!

McNally: A brilliant counter there!

AK crawls back to the turnbuckle and pulls herself up as Rawt regains composure on the opposite side. Rawt again is the first to initiate action as he rushes towards AK, only to meet the padding of the turnbuckles and the tip of AK’s boot meeting against his thigh. Rawt’s leg is taking even more punishment now as AK continues to assault of kicks, trying to slow the big man down. Rawt has had enough of that though, and manages to grab hold of AK’s head to deliver a desperation headbutt, knocking her down. Rawt drops to one knee after the move as well, but is in a better position to take back to momentum as he picks AK back up and whips her onto the ropes. Rawt charges ahead and goes for the Rawt Shot (Spear off the ropes) but AK jumps over the charging bull. AK continues onto the other side and looks to throw her body again at Rawt but he manages to turn back around and hip toss her straight onto her back. The fans all “oooh” at the quick counter as Rawt jumps at the opportunity for the pin.

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The fans who have not truly been paying attention begin cheering at what appears to be a big upset and Rawt’s biggest win in his career before noticing that the referee has detracted his 3 count upon seeing AK’s foot rest over the bottom rope.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Edison: WOW! What a close call there!
McNally: It appears Rawt’s strength in his hiptoss sent Kitsune flying too far into the ropes.

Rawt almost can’t believe it but he gets back to his feet as best he can now and with the smell of victory still fresh in his mind, he places AK onto the top turnbuckle, her back facing the ring, Rawt looking to end it with one big power move from the top rope.

Edison: What’s he going to go for here?!

AK’s body is still visibly a bit limp after the big hip toss as Rawt steps on the bottom ropes and then makes his way onto the middle ones. The fans all cheer in anticipation and panic as this seems to be the last move left for both competitors in the match. Rawt wraps his arms around AK’s waist and the fans begin to cheer wildly as it is evident he is going for a top rope German suplex. Rawt clenches tightly and throws AK backwards, his strength still a bit much, as he doesn’t follow through and land with her. AK summons up her last ounce of strength in midair and manages to flip and land back on her feet. Rawt is still on the turnbuckle, still not aware that AK has evaded the release German from the top rope and evidently, that is what leaves himself wide open. AK grasps onto the ropes on the side for balance and spring as she leaps to deliver a jumping enzuigiri kick onto the side of Rawt’s head, taking the man down and crashing onto the mat. The fans are all cheering again as AK rushes over to Rawt and heads straight for his legs.

Edison: What the?!
McNally: Another quick exchange and counter but what’s AK doing now? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this done on a man of Rawt’s size…

AK rolls Rawt over on his back and hooks his legs together as best she can. Rawt is still dizzy from the gamengiri and landing straight down as AK takes full advantage and pulls back Rawt’s legs, using her shoulder and positioning to hook his legs back and arcing over his body as AK successfully applies the Perception Shift. (Cross Legged Stretch Muffler)

McNally: The Perception Shift submission hold!

AK pulls as hard as she can as Rawt’s legs and body is torqued. He tries his best to pull AK off of him and when that doesn’t work he attempts to pull himself to the ropes, but the hold is locked in too tightly and the pain is at the moment too much on Rawt’s leg that he has nothing left to do but reluctantly tap out to the move.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Philip: And the winner of this match, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsuuuuune!!!!

Upon hearing the bell, AK releases the hold and drops to her back as she catches her breath and the referee helps her back up to her feet, raising her arm in the process.

“Fly” hits the speakers again as AK pats the shoulder of Rawt for a competitive match and heads out the ring with the fans all cheering for her.

McNally: A well fought match, with the upper hand switching constantly in this match, but AK manages to finish things off. We’ll be back ladies and gentlemen!

-Fade Out-