Thursday Night Meltdown 15th February 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Thursday Night Meltdown 15th February 2007

Schedule of Matches:
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Adrian Flamingo and Mr. Jones vs Wyldcard

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Jeff Cassidy vs Reckless

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Jason Freeman vs Starkweather

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Latino vs Nick Durden

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BK London vs Jake Cheng - Special Ref: Kudo Yasuda

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Chance Emmerson vs Scott Andrews

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

What time do you call this? We’ve been waiting for you, you know. Get your arse in gear, the show’s already started, and no one on the ACW Roster likes to be held up… to the backstage, pronto!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Quick Meeting
(Credit: Senatorial Stable)

As the show kicks off, the Senatorial Stable is seen meeting in full force, members from both branches seated in their spacious locker room. Will Anger, Mina von Pathos, Kevin Fitsharris, Anthony Kalb, Wyvern, Jason Freeman, Rattlesnake, and Scott Andrews all are seen on the benches, while Senator Steve Phillips addresses them.

The Senator: Thank you all for your time, I promise that this will be as brief as possible, none of us, with the possible exception of Kevin here have much time to waste.

Mina: The heck he doesn't! He'll be spending that time with me, if I have any say!

Senator: Very well. You know, though, that the Capitalists will be going for those tag titles sooner than later, of course.

Kalb: Sure do, Boss.

Fitsharris: Finally, something to do. Just book the match, and I'm up for it.

Anger: And if anyone interferes, I'll rip their heads off!

Senator: Nice to see that sort of fire, Will. Now, the rest of you here on ACW, you have anything you would like to share with the rest of us? I think that it is a good thing for all of us to have a general idea of what everyone here is up to, we may act as individuals, but in the end, we are a cohesive unit. Let us not forget that point. Now, anyone have anything?

Rattlesnake: I stand here before you all and I feel like a disappointment to you all. I shouldn't be denied of a title shot like I have been. I'm not all hype. I'm one of the most dominant wrestlers in ACW. You can ask damn near anyone. So why...why am I being treated like this? Could it be cowardice? Could it be jealousy? I don't know, but I will have what I want. I will have my shot at the World Championship come hell or high water.

Andrews: We have your back on this one, Snake, don't worry about it. Senatorial Stable stick together and fight together, through the good and through the bad.

Wyvern: Listen to Scott, Snake, he speaks the truth. We've all got your back.

Freeman: One hundred percent, partner!

Senator: Very well then, as for myself, I think I will be attempting to get Biff to book me in a match sooner than later, perhaps Fallout's March pay-per-view event would be optimal...but anyway, thank you all for making it here, and if you ever need help, simply give me the word.

Rattlesnake: I can't say that I need help, but there could come a time when I'd need your advice. Who knows? This could be one of those times and I don't even realize it. Sometimes I wonder what Hunter would do if he were in my shoes. But my mind goes blank. I know he wouldn't put up with this shit and I shouldn't either. But there's a difference between me and him. We're nothing alike. Right now I'm lost and I don't know what to do. I guess I just need to take a walk and think. I might just do that.

Rattlesnake turns away and leaves the rest of the group in the Senatorial Office.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Fleeting reunion (Credit: Latino / AK)

The scene begins backstage; it is focused on something out of focus and red. As the camera pulls back, the image is revealed to be a single red rose on a table; all else is quiet in the room until the door opens, and Alicia Laureano enters.

She takes off her coat and puts it over the back of a chair, which is when she spots the flower. With a smile, she picks it up and smells it… and the smile on her face widens into an expression of joy as a pair of strong, manly arms creep their way around her shoulders and Latino melts into the shot, having waited for his wife to arrive so he could surprise her.

Alicia: Oh, Victor, you’re here! And you even remembered it was Valentines’…

She turns around to face him as Latino leans back a bit still with his loving wife in his arms.

Alicia: Please, tell me they’ve nearly finished replacing the floors at the house… I haven’t seen you properly for so long, every day is an age. I don’t know how much longer I can stand it-

Latino rolls his eyes very slightly as he can't take this much love all in one day. He then smiles and puts a finger over Alicia’s lips to still them. The silence only seems to emphasise what is not said, and the pair move closer to embrace and share a gentle yet utterly passionate kiss…

Just outside the door, Rayne Iwashita is watching with her own lip hanging slightly. She seems awed by what she sees; her own eyes are filled with a deep longing, and something which might just be more than that – jealousy.

She pushes open the door after about 10 seconds, interrupting the pair mid-kiss.

Rayne: Alicia, I’ve brought your training kit like you asked, and there’s juice in the cooler – oh, I’m so sorry, have I disturbed something?

Her tone is innocent, but Alicia and Latino can’t help but look a bit miffed. Alicia shrugs it off, and then gets a look of recall on her face.

Alicia: No, it’s fine… oh, darling, Ginger asked to have a word with you before your match, if that’s ok.

Latino looks a bit confused but then shrugs it off as he nods back to his wife. He quickly leaves the room as he wants to get whatever business taken care of now before his match later tonight. He leaves the two women in the room, and Rayne starts to chatter idly as she tidies up. Alicia looks at her and gets a strange feeling that she can’t place… it’s as if someone’s been through her private things…

She ignores this, however, and starts to prepare for her evening workout as the scene fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Adrian Flamingo and Mr. Jones vs Wyldcard (Credit: Latino)

The match starts out with Jones and Gooey as they lock up in the middle of the ring. Jones is working hard to gain some early control but Gooey takes advantage as he knees him in the stomach and whips him into the ropes. Jones bounces off and the former World Champion tries for a clothesline. His opponent ducks and then quickly turns around with a stiff clothesline of his own. He stumbles back a few steps as Jones continues on with his assault. He throws a strong right and left that continually known the wrestler against the ropes. Jones then charges at him with a kick to the face but Gooey ducks and sends him over the top rope.

Gooey then tags in his partner and now both Wyldcard are standing in the ring ready for a fight. They charge at Jones as he pulls himself onto the ring apron. Jonny goes for a stiff punch but Jones blocks the advance and then gives Gooey a harsh elbow to the face. He then enters the ring and runs at both men with a double arm clothesline. The veteran tag team duck and quickly lift Jones up in the air. They hold him up high as the fans let out a big pop and then bring him down hard with a double team flapjack. They both roll to their respective side and then stand back up as they make eye contact. The fans throughout the arena are already on their feet as they are cheering their heads off. Gooey grabs Jones and whips him into the ropes as Jonny gets ready. Jones comes off and Gooey lifts him onto his shoulders. Jonny runs up to grab him but Jones quickly escapes as he slides off of Gooey. He then pushes him into his tag partner causing both men to take a tumble.

Flamingo is quickly tagged in as Jones slips out of the ring. Adrian rushes towards Garth and nails him with a Bionic Elbow right to the face. Gooey stumbles back but retaliates with a big Eagle Claw straight to the face. Flamingo’s face snaps back but he shakes it off with a kick to Garth’s stomach. Spade then comes to the aid of his partner but Flamingo is ready for the attack. He blocks Jonny’s advances and then takes him down to the mat with a hiptoss. Flamingo then throws Gooey over the top rope as he runs back at the sitting up Jonny. A strong boot to the face is heard throughout the arena as Jonny is forced back down to the mat. Flamingo then climbs up the ropes and leaps off with the 1978 Flamingo Special as he nails it perfectly and makes the cover for the pin. The crowd is split over this one, but it’s obvious that Flamingo and Jones, now successfully rebranded as Machismo International, are starting to make a real name for themselves in ACW.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Diversions (Credit: Nick/Latino)

INT. BACKSTAGE CORRIDORS, EARLY SHOW

Still dressed in his street attire, Latino is walking through the hallways. A few backstage employees greet him, to which he responds with a brief but cordial hello. The next two men to greet him, though, would stop Latino in his tracks.

RECKLESS: Latino, listen. I know you’re a busy man, so I’ll keep this short. Right now, Nick Durden’s probably strutting around thinking he’s hot shit because he beat me on Monday. Ruth and I can’t just let that stand. The way I see it, that punk doesn’t deserve to lace up your boots, much less be in the same ring as you. You don’t really want to be bothered with fighting him anyway, do you? So I tell you what, let Ruth take him off your hands. You can just sit back and enjoy the rest a seasoned vet like yourself deserves.

After a moment of stroking his beard, Latino cannot seem to turn down the chance to get some time for himself. He looks back at Reckless and then turns his head again as he strokes his beard once again in thought. After a few moments pass, Latino gives the wrestler a nod and a big thumbs up.

Reckless chuckles amusedly, but then notices as Latino gives him a look as if to say "Watch yourself." Once again Reckless chuckle as he says...

RECKLESS: Oh, don’t sweat that, Latino. You should know by now the Rioters always come with a plan.

Reckless signals to Ruthless and the two walk out of sight. Latino continues his march to his locker room. He might not have a match any more, but things are seldom boring when Latino’s on the scene.......

??: LATINO! LATINO!

The Hispanic superstar stops in his tracks as he recognizes the voice behind him as none other than his number one fan. He turns around and his thought is confirmed as the Fan comes running down the hallway. He finally makes it and stops as he tries to get his breath back. Latino slowly starts to tip toe away but his Fan quickly gets back to him.

The Fan: Hey, where you are going!? Oh, do you have a match tonight because I wanted to see you wrestle again and then come down to be in your corner and then we could go out and have drinks and then you and then-

Latino starts shaking his head as he walks away with his head in his hands. The Fan continues to follow his idol like a puppy following his master. Latino tries to tune him out but for the love of him can't do it as the Fan continues to talk...and talk.

The Fan: Oh so you don't have a match!? Great! How about we go out for a night on the town. Just you and me. I can show you my transcript of your entire DVD word for word. I found like 200 gagillion mistakes about yo-

Latino covers his mouth as he can't take it anymore. He nods his head fast and points to the door. The Fan's eyes light up and he jumps up a couple feet. Latino starts walking to the door as his fan follows behind him. Just as he walks through the door the Fan slaps his chest and yells out in his best imitation "OROLAY!!!!!!!!"

* fade to black *

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Jeff Cassidy vs Reckless (Credit: Hunter)

The match started off rather quickly, with the two oppositely sized men exchanging a wide variety of strikes, until a powerful headbutt from the larger Cassidy gave him a quick advantage. He would later go on to hit a few power moves on Reckless before eventually attempting a gorilla press slam, which Reckless was able to counter by using a roll up. Cassidy kicked out of it, and in a furious state knocked Reckless down with a vicious clothesline, before eventually taking back his significant advantage by throwing him around like a rag doll. Eventually, Cassidy went for the Boot from Beyond, but Reckless ducked under it and nailed a dropkick to the back of Cassidy's head. Realizing that a direct approach would lead to immense failure on his part, Reckless began running around the ring, hitting Cassidy with various strikes before eventually nailing him with a shining wizard, and then leaping onto the top rope, jumping off, and nailing the Top Rope Blind Spot. This dangerous move only gets him a two count, but clearly the damage was done.

After taking a quick breather, Reckless charged at Cassidy again, but this bravery proved foolish once Cassidy grabbed Reckless by the throat and nailed him with a Memphis Slam. Amazingly, Reckless is able to kick out JUST before the referee's hand hits the mat for the third time. This causes Cassidy to argue with the referee, saying he had it won. This gives Reckless the opportunity to roll away from Cassidy, rise, and nail Cassidy with a vicious Binding for the Kill. This gets him just under a three count, but he does not question the referee like Cassidy did. Instead, he rises and runs at the ropes, then leaps off for a swanton bomb...but Cassidy just rolls out of the way. Cassidy lifts him up and begins to apply the torture rack (for his eventual finisher, the Torture Bomb), but Reckless slides off and kicks Cassidy's leg from under him. He then leaps onto the top turnbuckle, turns around, and nails- no! The endless misery misses, and Cassidy is able to hoist Reckless up a second time, this time hitting the Torture Bomb without delay. It’s immensely strong, and Cassidy pins for a 3 count to earn himself a significant win, and leave Reckless extremely angry as the crowd jeers him for the loss.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: From the Heart (Credit: XS3)

The picture lights up for all the fans to see and in front of the camera is none other than XS3. The Canadian wrestler/father looks like he has seen better days. He appears to have gotten little to no sleep over the past couple of days, along with his beard is five o'clock shadow and his eyes are bloodshot. XS3, donned in tattered blue jeans, a skull cap and a black hoody with the hood up, looks up to the camera and refuses to register a smile, smirk or grin. The XS3 that pandered to the crowd is gone today and in his place for a short time is a changed man. A man who wants vengeance, nothing more and nothing less. He opens his mouth and prepares to speak for the fans.

XS3: "From what everyone has heard, Thunderkiss and I are going to tangle inside the ACW ring. Well, let me tell everyone of you that yes, him and I are going to wrestle at Bloody Valentine. Here's the thing, though. I went to Chairman Gingerdude and I told him that Thunderkiss could pick the stipulation for the match."

XS3 finally allows a smirk to break his emotionless demeanor and he folds his arms in a defiant matter.

XS3: "And you know something? I'm going to overcome this stipulation and beat Thunderkiss to a broken heap at Bloody Valentine. Pure and simple, I will make him wish he never chose to be the host for Joanna's intentions and I will send him back to the 80's where he belongs."

These harsh words may be stinging to a normal person but in reality, they're just words. And the old mantra "Actions speak louder than words" will ring true in the future. XS3 then leans forward in his chair and sighs.

XS3: "Y'know, everywhere I go, people dog me with me with the same fucking question: 'Why is your family so important to you?' 'Why are you wrestling for your family?' And I ask them, 'If you were trying to be a good father to your two children and a good husband to your wife while dealing with some personal issues yourself, would you like me to ask you the same question?' The people who ask me this question are usually people who can't even grasp the concept of being a responsible parent."

From a fan's perspective, they can feel XS3 starting to get a little miffed at this whole feud. He slowly pulls down his hood and removes his skull cap, a bandage still showing from Thunderkiss' earlier attacks.

XS3: "Joanna is one of those people. She can't get a hold of her life. Fuck, she can't even seize control of her own mind. Her anger is what led to her being mistreated by Thunderkiss on Monday. People are probably going to tell me 'That's a little harsh, don't you think?' Well, you know what? Go home and cry about it if it pisses you off so much. I'm tired of this shit. I've tried everything I could to squash this thing between Joanna and I. I've even come out and told her the truth on more than one occasion. Nothing seems to work anymore but I don't care. My mind is focused on my family. My wife and my children are counting on me to win this match at Bloody Valentine. If I lose, they're going to be let down and that's the last thing I want to have happen to them."

All of a sudden, XS3 shows his hand to the camera and pulls off one of his gloves. He rips the bandage off of his head and begins punching the wound, breaking the stitches and causing blood to trickle down his forehead.

XS3: "Do you see this? This is my blood, this is my passion and this is not a joke! I will bleed for you people, all of the fans who intend on watching the PPV from the audience or at home! I'm going to prove that I can be a damn good father and a damn good wrestler at the same time… DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"

XS3 is shaking for a little bit as the blood still leaks down his face. Finally, he manages to get a grip on his nerves and he stands up from his chair.

XS3: "So, if any of you have any more dumb questions about my family, you might as well forget about asking them. I don't need to answer to anyone about my wife and children. If anything, those people need to look inside themselves and start realizing the truth: If they have a family, they need to provide for them. Food needs to be on the table. If you can't even be a good parent or spouse, you're better off on the streets."

XS3 then picks up his discarded skull cap and uses it to wipe off some blood on his face. He then places it back on his head and places his fingers to his head, almost starting to get a headache from all of this stress and enmity. Finally, he looks to the camera for one last time.

XS3: "So, there you have it. I got the rant off of my chest. I could go on about how I'm going to destroy Thunderkiss at Bloody Valentine but right now, I got some other shit to tend to."

As these words are spoken, XS3 shoves his way past the cameraman and in the background, we hear the opening and closing of a door. XS3 is heading somewhere, obviously, but where he's going to is something only he knows. But when the time is right, the end results are not going to be pretty. In fact, they might even be the opposite.

…and that's how XS3 would have wanted it.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Exodus (Credit: Hunter)

"To know where you're going, you must know where you're coming from."

Bull-fucking-shit. Don't feed me that crap, I don't need to revisit my past anymore. You've seen the most important parts of my childhood, so let's move to the more immediate past...sort of like the present for where we left off. So, to review: James told me to kill Billy the Bull, who turned out to be my real father. I suddenly feel like I'm in an episode of 24...well, this is, of course, upon recollection, since back then 24 was merely the idea in the back of the mind of that one horny film student. But back to the more important state of affairs. It had been roughly five days since James had asked me to kill Billy, and I was sitting outside of Billy's small house on the outskirts of town, simply staring at it viscerally. Of all the ways that he could have tested me...

Suddenly, there's a low ringing in my ear. If I was out of it enough, I'd have though that I was completely going deaf, but I thankfully had enough sense to realize that the phone beside me was simply ringing. I grab the phone and look at it for a moment, and then pick it up, resting my elbow carefully on the steering wheel of my car. I'd tell you what make the car was, but I've never been too good with cars. But you knew that already, didn't you? I clear my throat before addressing the man on the other line. It doesn't take a fucking genius to know who is interested in calling me.

Hello, James.

There is a brief moment of silence, before I hear James' familiar chuckle.

James: Perceptive today, aren't we?

I'd like to think that's every day.

James: There's still time to see about that.

Pause.

James: Can your perception tell you what I'm going to ask?

It likely has something to do with my dad.

James: Oh don't call him that.

Why?

James: Makes the job more difficult, as you'll familiarize yourself with him.

Well I wouldn't mind starting on that, given I've never spoken to him knowing he was my father...it'd change a lot. Besides, for all you know, he's already dead.

James: Is he?

What does your perception tell you?

James: Damn it, man, do NOT play any fucking games with me!

I refrain from speaking for a moment, and I let the fear in. Fear makes us logical if we know how to comprehend and control it.

James: Is he dead?

...no.

James: Why in the hell not?

Well damn it, you knew this would happen...it's difficult. You shouldn't have said---

James: You shouldn't have any problems with this...that is, if you really want this job.

...I do.

James: Well I'm not going to fucking give it to you. You have to take it.

I know, I know.

James: Then stop wasting my fucking time and go kill the bastard!

Easier said than done, asshole.

James: Where are you now?

At Billy's house---

Oh fuck, I cannot believe I just said that.

James: ...THEN STOP TALKING TO ME AND KILL---

I didn't bring my gun.

First thing that came to mind.

James: I...you're testing my patience, man.

I'm sorry, I'm---

James: One more apology and I'll be eating your fucking pancreas for dinner tonight.

I didn't know it was edible---

James: Shut the fuck up and kill the man. I'm sending my men down there tomorrow, and if he's not dead by then, I'll send them after you.

But---

The line dies. I look at the phone briefly before snapping it shut. I look down at the gun to my side, and then pick it up and examine it. I'm surprised he bought that excuse, since everyone knows people like us don't go anywhere without a gun. I need help. And there's only one person that can help me sort this out right now...

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He's up and out of the room in a matter of seconds. The clock tells him that he is late, thus the hurrying. He can sort this out later.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Jason Freeman vs Starkweather (Credit: XS3)

This looked to be a promising match and from the very start, it did not disappoint the fans. Even though both men were heels, they still left the fans wanting more. Once the bell rang, Freeman wasted no time in trying to end the match early. After laying into Stark with some punches, Freeman was on the receiving end of a basement dropkick that sent him face-first to the canvas rather harshly. Stark worked over the left knee of Freeman for a couple seconds before picking him up and whipping him off the ropes. He went for a back body drop but Freeman saw it coming and halted in his tracks, grabbing Stark and connecting with a DDT that earned Freeman a two count.

Freeman picked up Stark and used a standing dropkick to send his demented opponent into the turnbuckles. He then attempted his charging double knee attack but unfortunately for him, Stark moved at the last second, causing Freeman to go knee first into the turnbuckles. Stark then grabbed Freeman and delivered a devastating powerbomb into the corner then held on and applied an STF to further cause damage to his opponent. Freeman didn't want to give it up so he used all he could to inch his way to the ropes. He finally made it to the ropes to break the hold. Stark seemed a little disappointed about not earning the win there but he still found the drive to pick up Freeman and place him on the ropes. The Relapse seemed inevitable… at least, until Freeman slipped out and sent Stark to the canvas with a right hand.

Freeman paused to taunt the crowd before he leapt up to the top rope. He delivered a double foot stomp to Stark, who was on all fours. Freeman made a pin but Stark managed to kick out just in the nick of time. Freeman then picked up Stark, who seemed lifeless at the time, and pulled him in for the Journey's End. He lifted him up… but Stark revealed he was playing possum the whole time and slipped out from the hold, landing behind Freeman and kicking him out from under his legs. Freeman landed on the canvas and Stark grabbed his arms, nailing a picture perfect Curb Stomp.

Stark then locked in his Sensory Depravation on Freeman, who was in the center of the ring at the time. Freeman tried to use his prowess to survive this submission hold but the damage was done and Freeman wisely chose to tap out.

Winner: Alexander Starkweather

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Tag Team Turmoil (Credit: BK London)

As the segment opens up, we see BK London sitting on a chair wrapping the tape around his wrists as he is getting ready for his match tonight appointed by Chairman Gingerdude on Monday. As he appears on the screen, he is met by a huge amount of cheers but slowly the camera pans over to the other side of the room, and sitting in the chair opposite from him is his partner Jake Cheng, lacing up his boots for his match against his partner tonight, he also recieves a pop from the crowd.

Neither man appears to be making any eye contact, or even communicating at all even being a mere 4 feet away from each other. BK rises up from his chair, and doesn't even make a glance towards Jake's way and he simply exits the locker room. As he steps out, he is met by ACW female correspondant, Charlotte King right in front of his locker room door.

BK: Can I help you Charlotte?

Charlotte: As a matter afact, you can, you see we we're wondering if we can get an interv-

BK(interrupting): No thank you, I've had far too many interviews in the past few weeks, I think I'll just let my actions out in that ring later tonight speak for itself.

BK attempts to walk past Charlotte, but Charlotte steps right in front of him blocking him and BK simply stares down at her.

BK: You know Charlotte, I've been known to superkick quite a few ladies back in the day.

Charlotte: Please BK, just one little interview, I think the fans - your fans - deserve to hear you speak on this situation.

BK contemplates it for a short while before sighing.

BK: Alright, but make it quick.

Charlotte's face lights up in delight and BK positions himself back in front of his locker room door.

Charlotte: Now BK, tonight you go one on one with your partner Jake Cheng, a man who knows you just as well in the ring as you know him, how do you think you will fare in this match?

BK: Now, if this was a year ago, I would've probably been pretty sure that I would walk out the victor. I mean Jake and I have had several singles matches in the past, and in pretty much all of them I have come out the victor...but this isn't the same Jake Cheng as a year ago. You see, I don't know if it's my return, or the fact that he has really took a turn for the better, but my partner has been on an absolute roll this year. He has taken every challenge thrown at him, whether it was by himself or as a team, and he has walked out the victor. Hell, he won the match for us at Ragnarok by pinning AK, a former World Champion. That's pretty impressive.

Charlotte: But with all the accomplishments and accolades aside, do you think you can defeat Jake Cheng one more time?

BK: As much as I would like to give him props...where he has excelled in, I have far surpassed him a long time ago. It's like that movie Matilda that came out about 10 years ago, when the dad says "I'm smart your dumb, I'm big your little, I'm right your wrong, and there's nothing you can do about it!". Now I'm not trying to insult Jake, but I'm reinforcing the point that without accomplishments or accolades, without all the flash and gimmicks, without all the little witty remarks of his, I am 10x better than he is in that ring.

Charlotte: Strong words, but tonight in the ring it won't exactly be a fair contest in some of the fans eyes, because Kudo Yasuda will be the referee, what are your thoughts on that?

BK: Kudo could swing of chandelliers on sunday for all I care, but if he gets in my way tonight, I won't hesitate to kick the lips right off his face. Tonight, whether I win or lose, means absolutely nothing to me, I have already defeated Jake several times, I don't need to prove anything to anyone else. The only thing that matters is at Bloody Valentine, in the Triple Threat match for Kudo's Light Heavyweight Championship when I add another reign to my already impressive repetoire. And I don't care if I have to go through a second rate champion, or my partner to do it. Now if you will excuse me, I have a match to finish getting ready for.

BK steps out of the shot, leaving Charlotte standing alone with her mic in hand. Moments later after BK leaves, the locker rooom door opens and out walks Jake Cheng. He simply looks at Charlotte and in the direction that BK walked out. How much has he heard? Has he heard everything? With his match approaching rapidly? Will he prove BK London wrong? So many questions, so little time.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Prodigal (Credit: Hunter / Wyvern)

The scene cuts in with Wyvern roaming the halls, looking for something to do. It's not the most exhilarating time being in the arena, especially when your aren't booked. So, Wyvern tries to find a way to beat the doldrums, as he heads down to the vending machines. However, before he does that, he enters down a dark hallway, and only after a few paces, he stops.

In only just a few short seconds, Wyvern suddenly begins to smile. He stops walking down the hall, and without so much as turning around he begins to speak, as if to the wind.

Wyvern: A pipe? How completely unoriginal, Professor Plum.

He slowly turns around, and then folds his arms slowly while looking down the hall. It does not answer him.

Wyvern: Making me wait?

After a moment, a lone figure steps out from around the dark corner, sliding off his hood to reveal the face of Brimstone, the self-titled "Angel of Death." He holds a medium sized steel pipe in his hands, and he has a rather angry expression on his face.

Wyvern: If you want to attack me, you might as well do it head on. At least you won't cramp up standing still.

His words have a cocky ring to them, and to maintain this cockiness, he stands perfectly still, arms still folded. But a careful observer will note that he shifts the positioning of his legs, as if getting ready to strike.

Brimstone: What's the fun in that?

Wyvern chuckles slightly, and when Brimstone throws the pipe off to the side, Wyvern relaxes his footing. Neither man speaks while the hallways are filled with the metallic ringing of the pipe, and when it finally silences, they begin to converse.

Wyvern: So what's with the attacks? I know there's a reason beyond your simple "because I can" explanation. There's got to be, otherwise you'd be pissing everyone off.

Brimstone: Seems to be a popular mind set in ACW anyhow.

Wyvern: Indeed.

There is silence for a few moments, and then Brimstone casually scratches his head, maintaining a position of solitude. Observers can easily note that the men stand rather far away from each other, and neither appear to converge, nor attempt to converge.

Brimstone: Fine...the main reason for all of this is because I wish to prove to the entire world that I am not some push over who had a small, yet good, run; I do not wish to be known as "the man who lost to Starkweather and Atomic Kitsune, then faded away into obscurity."

Wyvern: I'm positive they'd shorten that title.

Wyvern remains smug, and Brimstone remains patient.

Brimstone: You and I wrestled once before, and we wrestled to a draw. It was a good match, but the ending did not meet your expectations.

Wyvern: How did you imagine the end? Fireworks? The fans chanting your name while the Rocky fanfare blaring through the arena?

Brimstone smirks slightly.

Brimstone: Me standing over your bloody corpse.

Wyvern chuckles.

Wyvern: Pleasant.

Brimstone: Quite. And to prove to everyone that I can easily accomplish such a feat, I'm challenging you to a match.

Wyvern: Why is it that you seem to think that attacking me will make me want to wrestle you?

Brimstone: In so many words?

Wyvern nods.

Brimstone: Curiosity. Much like myself, you're wondering if you can beat me, or if we're doomed to repeat equality over and over again. Both of us wish to be dominant, but only one of us actually can be such.

Wyvern: True. So what gimmick match do you want, because I'm not going to wrestle in an oven, you---

Brimstone: No gimmicks, no over-the-top nonsense. I just want a straight match at Bloody Valentine, so that we may test our skills against one another. Another draw, to say the least, should not occur.

Wyvern: At Bloody Valentine, it's not going to be about who sneaks up on who. We're not going to play your childish games. Instead, you're going to get me at an even higher level of performance since our last encounter. You've got your match.

Brimstone: Excellent.

And with that, the two trade a quick ending gesture, and then simultaneously turn to leave down their own respective corridors. Both, upon recollection, will feel that this meeting felt rather like a business meeting. And to an extent, it was a business proposition. But in the end, one cannot help but ask...who is going to be the final survivor?

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: Ruthless vs. Nick Durden

The matchup here starts off in typical fashion, and the crowd’s largely expecting more of the “hit and run” tactics from the Rioters. However, when Nick enters with Alicia to back him up, everyone’s interest is piqued… and it turns out that there’s more to this match than most of them would ever have predicted.

The opening three or four minutes are standard fare, well executed. Nick’s speed gives Ruthless a few problems, but equally Nick finds that his sturdy foe is able to roll with the punches (or in his case, kicks). Ruthless is the first to get a break and pulls off the Breakdown (Styles Clash) for a solid 2 count; Nick kicks and Reckless almost gets involved but the ref sees him and orders him away. Ruthless tries to choke Nick while the ref is busy, but Nick responds to Alicia’s calls to him and busts out to deliver a beautiful second rope Blazing Magus (flying thrust kick). This drops Ruthless and Nick covers for a 2 count of his own.

A few more minutes pass, with Ruthless sticking to his tried and tested kicks and punches to slowly wear Durden down. Nick seems to grow in agitation, until he eventually retaliates with the Gyroscope Kick (standing flipping Pele). Ruthless is badly dazed and Nick pins, but Reckless doesn’t want to play by the rules any longer; he breaks up the pin, and when the referee gets angry, Ruthless punches him out. The crowd is furious as the Rioters turn on Durden, but they appear to have made a grave miscalculation as Alicia steams in and forces them back. She helps Nick up; Nick looks at Reckless, then Ruthless… and turns without any warning at all to strike Alicia viciously with a punch between the eyes, which lets him lift her an execute the Fall from Grace (Flipping Fireman’s carry slam).

Reckless and Ruthless watch with growing amusement as Nick continues to stomp Alicia; she tries to raise herself, but Nick is like a man possessed and finishes things off with a hideous kick to the side of Alicia’s head which makes her slump back down. Nick takes a final look, then glares at Reckless. He turns and walks away, not wanting to look back at the result of the choice he had to make…

…but Reckless isn’t done. He motions to Ruthless, who lifts Alicia up under her arms and drags her out of the ring. His words can’t be heard, but Reckless clearly indicates to Nick that he ought to accompany them backstage, and Nick has no option but to comply. The crowd’s booing becomes quieter as it becomes clear that the Rioters have something far worse than a standard beatdown planned, and the alphatron solemly switches to show what is happening backstage as the Rioters make their exit…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

There are precious few people about in the cold corridors leading toward the outside, and those that are there rapidly vanish as Ruthless manhandles a groggy Alicia into a secluded spot. Reckless follows Nick along a short way behind, calm but watching his accomplice like a hawk.

Reckless: Ok, this’ll do.

Ruthless stops and turns around, still holding Alicia under her arms. She looks faintly glassy-eyed, but still struggles to support herself rather than slumping down.

Nick stands, wordless, as Reckless comes up to his side and puts a hand on his shoulder. It’s unnaturally cold, and Nick flinches slightly. Reckless chuckles softly.

Reckless: All right, Nick, you’ve done ok so far. All you have to do now is finish what you started.

He presses something into Nick’s hand, and it’s just as cold as Reckless’ own touch. Nick doesn’t have to look down to know it’s a steel bat, heavy and completely unforgiving. Reckless can sense his hesitation, and turns him slightly so that Nick can see his face, albeit out of the corner of his eye.

Reckless: It’s okay, Durden, just keep in your mind that once we’re through here, this is over, finished. You and the people around you will be safe.

Nick: Safe…

He shuts his eyes for a moment, and then opens them and grips the bat more tightly. Ruthless smirks as Nick walks forward, and Reckless’ own eyes are alight with malicious pleasure at the situation he’s engineered.

Alicia senses his movement and forces herself to look up. She and Nick see eye to eye for a few moments, and then Nick looks away. Alicia coughs, and decides she’s not going to let this occur without trying to get through to the person she had thought was her ally… and one day hoped would be a firm friend.

Alicia: Nick… look at me.

Nick turns toward her slightly, but does not make full eye contact. Alicia’s tone solidifies.

Alicia: Look at me, Durden.

He does. His expression is flat and chill, but there’s clearly things going on in his brain beneath the surface.

Nick: I didn’t want it to come to this, believe me.

He massages the bat and taps it against one hand. Reckless raises an eyebrow.

Reckless: She’s just trying to weasel out of it, Nick. Everything will be fine, do what you have to do.

Nick nods slightly and raises the bat. Instead of reacting with fear, however… Alicia laughs. Not just a giggle, but something that builds quickly into a loud, almost mocking expression of amusement. This makes Durden pause out of confusion as much as anything; Reckless, becoming increasingly agitated, starts to lose his cool.

Reckless: What’s so funny, bitch? You won’t be laughing in a few seconds!

Alicia is still smiling, but it’s twisted, and just a bit reminiscent of Jack Nicholson’s defining expression as the Joker. She fixes Ruthless with a glare that burns toward the back of his skull.

Alicia: Well, two things. Firstly… you wouldn’t have been here to see it and I seriously doubt you’ve done the research you should have, so I suppose you really do think you can frighten someone who’s been burned, cut and concussed on multiple occasions with a simple blunt object. It’s pathetic, frankly. And as for you-

She switches her withering stare to Nick, who refuses to look away but equally does not look in the least comfortable.

Alicia: -I just want to get one thing into that sheep-like skull of yours, Durden. Whatever is about to happen here is down to one person, and only one person. I’m not going to stand here and plead with you, or beg, or cry, or reason myself hoarse – all that matters, all that has ever mattered, is that this is your call to make. You have to make a choice, NOW, and you will have to deal with the consequences of that choice for as long as your memory of them endures… and trust me, that could be a very long time.

Reckless cuts in, determined to take control back.

Reckless: She’s right, and you know what your options are, Durden, so don’t be a fool! Someone WILL suffer, and if it’s not Alicia, you know damn well who’ll take her place! Is that what you want?

Durden shuts his eyes tight, battling to stay focused under the barrage of mental attacks. He lunges forward and swings without warning, and strikes Alicia in the chest; Alicia gasps, and Nick brings down the bat again across her back as Ruthless steps away with perfect timing. Forced to her knees, Alicia coughs, but refuses to give in and tries to stand up. With the look on his face becoming ever more pained, Nick puts as much force as he can into his attack and hits Alicia once, twice, three times, until she drops down and rolls over on to her back across the floor. Nick looks as if he’s experiencing the same pain himself; he hopes that she’ll remain still, but to his growing frustration and anguish, Alicia claws her way back to her feet. She is unsteady, but she raises her head to look at Durden, who can’t abide her gaze and smashes her again in the chest with something drawing close to mania. She staggers backward, but puts a hand out to the wall to steady herself and looks at Nick again. By now, Nick is starting to shudder from both fatigue and emotional turmoil.

Nick: For fuck’s sake, stay down! Don’t make me do this any more, I just want it all to STOP!

Alicia breathes heavily; she pushes away from the wall, and fixes Nick with a look which is a combination of anger, pity and contempt.

Alicia: You want me to stay down, huh? Listen, mate, ever since I entered this business people have been telling me that “it can’t be done, women don’t do this, lightweights don’t do that, stop fighting and just accept how things are.” Well I’ve never listened to any of that bullshit, and I’m not about to start now!

Reckless: Nick-

Nick isn’t listening to him; Alicia drags herself forward on shaky legs and looks him in the eyes at close range. Point blank, in fact. When she speaks her voice is softer and the anger and contempt are gone; she speaks to Nick as an equal.

Alicia: You’re going to have to actually do this, Nick, if it’s what your mind and your heart tells you is the right thing. No half measures, no easy option… it’s your choice, and your responsibility. I’ve made some incredibly poor decisions in my time, but I don’t believe this is one of them… if this is where my career ends, with the final death knell of decency in this federation, then it’s a fitting closure. It’s all in your hands… I trust you to make the choice that’s right for you.

She takes a step back and lowers her hands to her sides, leaving herself completely open to attack. Reckless can’t see Nick’s face, and his own voice is fuelled by barely controlled fury and malice.

Reckless: Nick, I’m going to tell you this nicely just once more. Either you finish things now, or we’ll make the lives of everyone around you a living hell. No one can stop us, you know that. Your mentor here is right about one thing… you have to choose your fate. So do it before Ruthless and I take that decision out of your hands.

Ruthless looms large behind Alicia, who stays where she is. Nick looks at the bat one last time, and then looks at Alicia apologetically.

Nick: I really am sorry…

His swing is fast, brutal and precise; so much so that Ruthless stands no chance of dodging it as Nick leaps up vertically and uses the reach of the bat to smash the head of the man who towers over Alicia. Ruthless collapses; Reckless is stunned for a second and then in blind fury rushes at Nick.

Alicia moves like lightning past Durden; she connects a jumping knee to Reckless’ chin, and as Reckless falls back she grasps him by the throat and slams him violently against the wall with a power born of righteous rage. Nick comes over next to her, looking more than a little surprised himself as Alicia gets up close and personal with Reckless.

Alicia: Understand this, Reckless, and understand it well… you have absolutely no idea who or what you are dealing with when you cross me. You and your meatwad partner are all psychobabble and nothing more, and it won’t wash with Durden or I any longer. Stop this idiocy now… or we will stop it in the most painfully entertaining way our dark sides can come up with.

She lets Reckless go and stands up straight; Nick can see that the adrenaline’s wearing off, and that Alicia needs to get back to somewhere safe.

Nick: You heard the lady. Let’s go, Alicia.

He hesitates, then turns to look at her, finally, in the eyes. Alicia looks back at him, and she allows her anger to die; they both have to move past such things now. Nick nods to her, his eyes clear; this time he really has made his choice. Alicia looks as confident as she can despite her pain, and hopes she’s able to prove to Nick that his faith is justified…

The two of them walk away, leaving Reckless to pick himself up with Ruthless still down for the count. Reckless has never looked so humiliated, or so angry…

It’s not over yet. Not by a long, bloody chalk.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "Requesting" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Rattlesnake stands outside of Chairman Gingerdude's office. He takes a deep breath and walks in. Ginger sits in his chair doing his usual work when he looks up and sees Rattlesnake.

Ginger: And just what can I do for you?

Rattlesnake: What can you do for me? A valid question. You're the man around here. You grant requests. You assign matches. You do it all.

Ginger: Yes, that's true. Now you obviously want something otherwise you wouldn't be here right now.

Rattlesnake: Yes, I do want something.

Ginger sighs. He knows what this is about.

Ginger: So let me guess. You want a shot at Chance Emmerson for the ACW World Championship, right?

Rattlesnake: I don't want a shot at Chance. I demand a shot at Chance. Both him and Umeko are dodging me, refusing to give me a title shot I deserve. That's why I come to you. I want you to make this match happen.

Ginger: First of all, you don't come into my office and demand anything! Second, you do have a point. They are avoiding you. Competition is good here in ACW, but not when potential challengers are being denied. So, in response to you wanting a shot at Chance Emmerson for the ACW World Championship, I have to deny you as well.

Rattlesnake: Oh thanks, I appre...what? You're denying me too?

Ginger: Don't get me wrong. You've turned out to be one of our finest acquisitions. You're a star here. Unfortunately a star such as you can only go so far. We hired you with the understanding that you would not compete for the ACW World Championship within one year of hiring you.

Rattlesnake: That year is almost up. Not to mention I was under the impression that my first World Championship match would take place within my first year in ACW.

Ginger: Lucky for you I've been reviewing your contract. It clearly states that you cannot request a World Championship match within the first year of your contract. You signed it at the bottom. It's a binding contract and I'm not obligated to breach it just because you feel like you're being cheated out of a match with Chance Emmerson.

Rattlesnake turns his head in disgust. He knew he should have read the fine print. Damn laywers...never reading between the lines when they should.

Rattlesnake: So what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Ginger: That's not my concern. I have a business to run here. So why don't you do me a favor and run out of my office? I have more important things to attend to.

Rattlesnake leaves Gingerdude's office very irritated. He hits the wall in frustration.

Rattlesnake: There has to be something I can do. Ginger's right though. I can't request a title match. I can't demand one either. I have to earn it.

Rattlesnake paces, trying to determine what he can do, as the scene fades to black.

Fade Out.