Thursday Night Meltdown 29th March 2007

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Match 3: Jay Basin vs Renix Williams w/Kubbyd (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::MELTDOWN::.. RENIX WILLIAMS VS. JAY BASIN ..::MELTDOWN::..

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Renix Williams
Age: 23
Height: 5’5
Weight: 132 lbs.
Hometown: Gresham, OR

Jay Basin
Age: 32
Height: 6’8
Weight: 325
Hometown: Columbus, OH

["Girlfight" by Brooke Valentine hits the sound system and out from the back comes Renix with her manager, Paul Kubbyd! The fans support her as she comes to the ring demonstrating the very same charisma that has made her a fan favorite here in ACW! Kubbyd holds the ropes open for her and soon they both enter, where Renix completes her entrance by waving to the crowd. “Unleashed” by Saliva pounds the stadium’s speakers and out comes Jay Basin. Basin is all business as he power walks quickly to the ring with a look of disdain on his face. He slips into the ring and immediately charges as Renix. The ref calls for the bell and Kubbyd quickly leaps out of the ring.]

~!~DING~!~

MATCH HIGHLIGH: Renix is quick on her feet as she ducks under strikes thrown by Basin and quickly takes him off his feet with a leg sweep! Basin lands back first and Renix hits the ropes for a Devious Drop and nails it! Basin covers up his stomach in pain and Renix charges at him with a SHINING WIZARD! Basin’s jaw almost gets knocked off and he lays on the mat covering up in pain. The ref checks on him and Renix gets a huge pop from the crowd! Renix follows up with a big baseball slide to the back of Basin and Renix is taking control of this match from the get-go!

MATCH HIGHLIGHT: Renix leaps up onto Basin for a hurricanerana but Basin uses his strength to cement himself in place! He’s not going anywhere! He grabs the legs of Renix and locks them into place as he counters into a Buckeye Bomb! Renix is driven into the canvas and Basin cover! ONE – TWO – THR… KICK OUT! Renix kicks out at two and she is quickly pulled up by her hair. Basin whips her into the corner and follows up by running in and smashing her with a big clothesline! She slumps in the corner and Basin backs out, looking down upon his handy work. He then decides to do a Yakuza Kick to wrap this match up but as he comes in, Renix pulls herself downward and Basin racks himself up into the ropes! Renix leaps to her feet and leaps up with a kick of her own right to the back of Basin’s head. He staggers forward and Renix is back in control.

MATCH FINISH: Renix is up on top and Basin is on dream street as he climbs back up to his feet! He spins around looking for Renix and sees her perched on the top rope just before she leaps off with a dropkick! Basin quickly runs forward underneath Renix and catches her on his shoulder and LEVELS HER WITH THE KING KONG BUSTER! Renix is instantly KO’ed and Kubbyd is helpless to do nothing but watch on as Basin makes the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!

MELTDOWN WINNER: JAY BASIN!

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Segment: Speak (Credit: Hunter)

As the scene fades in, the fan's cheer slowly begin to subside, as the first thing that comes into view (at a gradual pace, one might add) is the International Championship. And everyone naturally knows about the chaos that has ensued about it recently, and particularly about its holder. The camera zooms out and reveals Brimstone standing in his fully dark form, holding the title tightly around his shoulder. Kevin Anderson stands just a few inches below him, microphone in hand. He's clearly a tad nervous, and this is very obvious by when he jumps up randomly, likely due to noticing that the camera light was one. Brimstone smirks at this, and then Kevin fiddles around with his tie and raises the mic to his lips before beginning.

Kevin: Erm...ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the current reigning ACW International Champion, Brimstone! Now, Brimstone, at Genocide you showed off your amazing physical capabilities in a terrific match against Scott Andrews. What are your thoughts about the match?

Brimstone looks at him momentarily in silence, as if attempting to decipher the question. But in truth, he is simply pondering a way to have his fun with Kevin.

Brimstone: Quite a lot of positive things you have to say, don't you?

Kevin: I...what?

Brimstone: "Amazing capabilities," "terrific match?" Sounds like someone's sucking up.

Kevin: What? No, I was just---

His chuckle drowns out Kevin's babbling, and this is clearly a sign that he is content with what has transpired. And since he has no other options, he decides to answer the question.

Brimstone: It was indeed a good match, and I suppose I can give out a random congratulations to Scott Andrews for two reasons: one is that he was a good competitor, and, although he did not bring me to my limit, still gave me a challenge. The second reason is that, of course, he gave me my victory. And who would complain about that?

Kevin: Well...no one, I guess---

Brimstone: Rhetorical question, Kevin, nice try.

Pause.

Kevin: Well, what are your thoughts on the current batch of people lining up to take you on for your title? In fact, what are your thoughts about the title in the first place?

Brimstone: ...my thoughts on the title?

Kevin: Yes.

There is another pause as Brimstone silently admires the golden object on his shoulder.

Brimstone: It's pretty.

Kevin opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Brimstone chuckles again, and then continues.

Brimstone: I suppose that by the "current batch of people" you mean the sorry excuses for wrestlers that I have already beaten many, many times. Well, I don't think that much of them. If any of them ask for a title shot, I'd grant it with pleasure, just so I could defeat them all over again.

He ponders the question again, and then nods slightly.

Brimstone: As for the "current state of the title," I'd just like to address the little rumor that my reign is doomed. This is because, as everyone will recall, the International Title has been relinquished twice in the past five months, leaving many to believe that I will follow along with those who held the title before me and drop this title when I'm good and ready. Unfortunately for you, I won't drop the title, as I plan to hold on to this for quite a long time. And as I already stated, concerning the current batch of people that I'm supposed to consider my competition, I'm not worried about losing this title at all.

Kevin: What are your thoughts on your match tonight against---

Brimstone: It's a joke.

Pause.

Kevin: I beg your pardon?

Brimstone: It. Is. A. Joke. More specifically, Thunderkiss is a joke. He's a gimmick, not a wrestler. And I'll prove that the moment I pin him down to the ring for the three count. I don't care if he's the Entertainment Champion; more entertaining people have held it in the past, but that's still not saying a lot.

Kevin: And what about the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale?

Brimstone: What about it?

Brimstone does not blink for roughly thirty seconds, while Kevin blinks rapidly and nervously as he looks up at him.

Kevin: Uh...are you entering it?

Brimstone: Yes.

Pause.

Kevin: With...with the hopes of winning it?

Brimstone breaks his stare and simply looks at Kevin oddly.

Brimstone: No, Kevin, I entered it hoping to be able to go into the ring and shoot t-shirts into the crowd.

And with that emotionless expression and statement, he turns around, seemingly completely irritated by the questions, and by Kevin himself, more specifically. Kevin watches him good silently, and then turns to the camera. He cannot seem to start his sign off, and so the scene simply ends on this awkward note. Brimstone is heading off to the ring at the moment, and he says that what awaits him is simply a joke. But could this joke actually end up defeating him?

Fade Out.

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Segment: What Happened!? (Credit: Latino)

As the show returns from commercial break the audience at home and outside in the arena are treated the more than familiar scene of the backstage hallways. The camera pans first right and then left to reveal....well nothing. The hallways have taken a dead silence, but that is soon broken as footsteps are heard. ACW's backstage interviewer Kevin is shown running at the best speed possible. His jacket flaps in the wind and the camera pans as he passes it. Off in the distance, ACW's favorite hispanic, Latino, is standing. He looks at Kevin and even gives him a cheering stance as Kevin yells....

Kevin: Victor! ...... Victor!

Kevin nearly stumbles forward but continues on his move towards his goal. He yells out again...

Kevin: Vict-

Latino finally cuts him before Kevin can finish the name. He leans back a bit and then stares at Kevin as he breathes hard.

Latino: Whoa, what is it chico?

Kevin: ... I just wanted to get your thoughts on-

Latino (interrupting once again): Last Saturday, huh? Es verdad?

Kevin answers almost surprised and wonderment if Latino has some mind reader device.

Kevin: Well ... yes.

Latino: Everyone's been asking me the samething.

Latino starts telling the questions in a mocking tone while he does one of his usual strolls around Kevin. He holds up his arms as he announces each question while his interviewer can do his best to keep the microphone directed towards Latino's mouth.

"What happened Latino?"

"I thought you were gonna win?"

Latino turns back to fully face the camera and Kevin. The look of his face has taken a slightly serious tone as he wants to get this next statement out just right. He stares right towards the camera and pulls the microphone up to his mouth as he speaks.

Latino: You see last Saturday Kudo and I came into that right there to find out who was the better man. Who would walk out Light-Heavyweight Champion. Who would have the bragging rights...... and we found out. I will not be ashamed to say that Kudo Yasuda was the better man......on that night.

Say what you will. Maybe Lady Luck was on his shoulders or he stretched a little bit more than me before the match but on that night he had the edge. That's fine, but I will say this. Kudo and I will meet in the ring again. Titles or not. Competition or Friendly bout. We'll face off again and whether I come out on top or he comes out with his arm raised we will put on a show that no one will expect.

Latino doesn't leave and Kevin doesn't say a word as the camera centers in on Latino. The scene slowly fades away in true tradition as the only sound that is left is cheers from the audience in the arena...

* fade to black *

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Segment: Debrief (Credit: Renix)

At Kubbyd's room, right after the debut match of Jay Basin versus his very client Renix Williams, Kubbyd is seen sitting at a desk. Of course, the Pay Per View match against Mayor Quimby left Renix in such a catty fit, her last match wasn't her greatest. Kubbyd continues to watch Renix outside the hall as he realizes they needed to keep focus. Kubbyd rubs his beard while Renix paces through the hallway.
Kubbyd "Renix, can you just come in here. We need to talk about your last match."
Renix comes furiously in the room, pounding her fist together. She roles her eyes while she runs her hands through her hair, breathing a bit harder from her match with Basin and a bit angry at Kubbyd. She crosses her arms and moves to Kubbyd while her mouth moves to the side. Kubbyd looks at Renix while she taps her foot on the ground.
Kubbyd "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Renix "What do I have to say for myself? What do you have to say for yourself, Boss? What do you have to say to make ME look the way I do in the ring?! I thought you were to be my manager ... I thought you were to be teaching me things!"
Kubbyd gives an expression as if he had been just slapped in the face while Renix breathes a bit harder. He looks at Renix as she gives a growl out. In the background, fans are cheering a bit while Kubbyd holds up his hands.
Kubbyd "Alright, you want to learn something? Renix Williams wants to know what to do to become a KWI Elite?!"
Renix "Hell yeah!"
Kubbyd smiles a devilish grin as Renix uncrosses her arms and moves closer to Kubbyd. Kubbyd has Renix sit right across from him as angles move to show Renix and Kubbyd face to face, over the table.
Kubbyd "Well, we can't give the secrets that easily away, can we? Next week, we will show the KWI spirit by putting you up against someone ... someone willing enough to take the challenge. The KWI Challenge just to see if you HAVE improved or not, huh?"
Renix cocks her head to the side a little as she rubs her chin.
Renix "Sounds like a plan, Paul. Do you think I ... well, do you think I could find myself my own opponent, just to make things fair."
Kubbyd "If he OR she passes through the qualifications, then we shall choose."
Renix glares at Kubbyd.
Renix "-and if not?"
Kubbyd gives the grin and laugh of an evil mastermind while Renix sits a bit confused. Scene fades.

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Segment: S.C.I.T (Super Chef In Training) (Credit: Leon Chase)

Meltdown comes back from a commercial. The fans are anxious to see what is going to happen next. Then all of the sudden Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" plays over the arena. A fairly large pop is heard as Leon "The Chef" Chase walks out from the backstage area. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail and has a 5 o'clock shadow. He is wearing a basic "ACW" black T-Shirt and blue jeans. A cane is also seen in his hand, obviously from the recovery of is surgery. He has a big smile on his face and he spreads his arms and absorbs the cheers of the fans. He then starts his way down to the ring, limping some, and slaps the fans hands as he does it. He walks up the steel steps rather slowly then enters into the ring and grabs a microphone.

Crowd: CHEF! CHEF! CHEF!

Chef: HELLO A..C..W!!!

Crowd: *Cheers*

Chef: Yeah, yeah I know. The ACW cheap pop yeah go me! Now to get to the point on why I am out here. The last time you saw me I got beat down by two thugs who were never to be seen again. Well I am sick and tired of being pushed around and beat up like some of Thunderkiss' fine "hos" as he says. *The crowd laughs* So, I took it upon myself to find someone to help me. Someone to accomplish things I couldn't do before my injury like capture a title or take over Thunderkiss' hand. Leon then starts rubbing the scar on his hand left from Thunderkiss. Anyway without further ado, let me introduce the man who I will mentor to stardom, Eddie Coen!

Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" plays once again as a man walks out. He seems to be about 6'1" to 6'3" and is pretty slim with some good muscles. He has shoulder length brown hair that is a little curly. He has slight facial hair also. He is wearing an "ACW" t-shirt just like Chef and has black blue jeans on. He walks down to the ring then slides into it. He shakes Leon's hand then raises his arms in the air. Then he grabs the microphone from Leon.

Eddie: Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, you are looking at the MOST athletic superstar in ACW....Eddie Coen....Coen.

Leon: OK man, lets not get too cocky, I was and look what happened to my knee, and we don't want to get sued for gimmick infringement so you better just watch what you say.

Eddie: Yeah, I didn't think that kind of stuff applied to ACW but whatever.

Eddie thens takes a beer out of his pocket and starts drinking it.

Leon: WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA, what'cha doing with that beer? That should be a bag of skittles or something after all you are going to be mentored by the World's Greatest Chef, Leon Chase.

Eddie:....I understand that, but that doesn't mean I can't drink a beer. I mean who doesn't like beer, M I RITE?

The crowd cheers and holds up their beers, and one little kid holds up some Apple Juice. Eddie then looks at his watch.

Eddie: Sorry kids, it looks like I gotta go, its Happy Hour!

The crowd cheers and Eddie raises his beer again then exits the ring and starts walking toward the back. Leon seems confused then follows as Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" plays then the camera fades.

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Segment: Limo (Credit: Michael)

March 16, 2007
6:58 P.M.

INT. INSIDE OF A LIMO – EARLY EVENING

Kirsten is notably playing with a bobblehead Jesus he found sitting on the seat.

NICK
Now listen, we need badass fake names to cover for all the stuff we'll be doing that may get us arrested or sued. Your new name is...Scarlet O'Pimperton.

KIRSTEN
...Ok.

NICK
And I'll be...Bre McKey.

KIRSTEN
Right, Bre. Hey, do you think Jesus would be short?

NICK
What are you talking about?

KIRSTEN
Well I was reading in a magazine that the average height of a person thousands of years ago was 5'5". 6'0" would've been some kind of freak.

NICK
So?

KIRSTEN
Well, by that logic, Jesus should've been like 3 feet tall.

NICK
Who cares?

KIRSTEN
I mean, what if he comes back and he's like a midget. A funny little midget.

NICK
Like Joe Pesci?

KIRSTEN
Exactly.

NICK
You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci.

KIRSTEN
How come?

NICK
Two reasons: First of all, I think he's a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn't fuck around. In fact, Joe Pesci came through on a couple of things that God was having trouble with. For years, I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog. Joe Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit. It's amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.

KIRSTEN
Hey, watch this.

Kirsten holds up the Jesus bobblehead and moves the head back and forth.

KIRSTEN
I'm funny how, I mean, funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?

NICK
Ha ha, dude, that's perfect. You didn't even move your mouth or anything and that was spot-on Pesci.

KIRSTEN
What do you mean? It was Jesus saying it!

NICK
Ha ha...we're going to hell.

KIRSTEN
Totally. But it's gonna be a hell of a ride along the way.

NICK
Yep and here's our first stop. One of the few casinos in the city left where my picture isn't on the wall with the tag "Kill On Sight.”

KIRSTEN
What did you do to get banned?

NICK
Not banned. I mean they'll literally kill me if I step foot near the casino.

KIRSTEN
What the fuck did you do?

NICK
What fucking didn't I do? I slept with all their wives.

KIRSTEN
Bullshit. If you fucked a mobster's wife, you'd be dead. Much less all their wives.

NICK
Usually, but we have an agreement. If I stay out of their business and don't lock eyes with one of them, I'm safe. But if our eyes meet, well, it's a free-for-all through Vegas.

KIRSTEN
You have much to teach me, master.

NICK
And on that note, we cue the music.

Some generic Vegas style party music starts to play because ACW can't afford copyrighted music as Nick and Kirsten step out of the limo to the bright flashing neon lights, streets decked with hookers, and addictive gambling of Las Vegas nights.

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Match 4: Champion vs Champion
Brimstone vs Thunderkiss

The fourth match of the night pitches two very different yet very successful reigning champions against one another, and although there’s no gold on the line this evening, as soon as the bell rings Brimstone and Thunderkiss advance on one another, keen to add further feathers to their caps. Kiss immediately takes the lead in his inimitable style; experience has taught him extremely well how to approach lighter and faster opponents, and Brimstone ducks a swinging punch only to receive a mighty boot to the chest. Kiss goes to work at once, trying to break Brimstone in record time with stomps, but the International champ is far too solid for such a feat and nips back to a vertical base, using the ropes to launch into a spinning elbow which knocks Kiss down and leads to the first pin of the match for a near-two count.

Kiss kicks out powerfully, and though Brimstone tries to keep a handle on things with a high-angle DDT, Kiss shoves him away and then charges forward with a big clothesline, sending Brimstone to the mat. The crowd boos Kiss as he waits for Brimstone to rise and and then punches him back down while he’s trying to stand; Kiss just poses and plants a kiss on his own bicep, but this lets Brimstone get up unaccosted, and again using the ropes for speed he dashes at Kiss and converts the energy into a whip to the turnbuckle. Kiss strikes it hard and Brimstone traps him there for several seconds, attacking the base of the spine and his foe’s calf muscles to cause fatigue; it’s an effective strategy against a larger opponent, and as Kiss turns and puts on some speed of his own to get hold of Brimstone, he tries to initiate the five moves of Doom, only to be compromised on the Box Office Smash (Polish Hammer) allowing Brimstone to escape and deliver a powerful dropkick to his foe’s face.

Kiss pitches over, and Brimstone moves to the second phase of his plan, by applying a half Boston Crab in the centre of the ring. Now Kiss really does have problems; with his strength concentrated in the upper body, Brimstone is able to keep the hold locked, and Kiss has to expend a lot of energy clawing his way to the ropes for the break. This situation endures for almost a minute and a half, and as the referee finally orders Brimstone to let go, the Angel of Death uses the proximity of the ropes to ready himself for the Inferno (Springboard Dragonrana). But as Brimstone leaps up, Kiss rallies, finds new energy, and catches on to him, spinning him around and up into position for the Heaven’s Door! The crowd thinks it’s all over at this point…

…but even though Brimstone is lighter, he still knows how to throw his weight around, and he thrashes to destabilize Kiss so that the pair of them collapse before he can finish the move. The crowd is now up on its feet, and Kiss jumps into a crouch; Brimstone struggles up only to be hit with a massive Spear out of the blue. The crowd certainly wasn’t expecting that, and in a rare break of Kayfabe, Kiss deliberately points at the camera and shouts “That was for you!” – a gesture of solidarity with fellow ACW superstar XS3 which the crowd recognizes and approves of given their knowledge of X’s current difficulties outside of the fed.

From this point on, there’s no separating the two champions; blows are traded, combos strung together, and so wrapped up is everyone that when the bell is rung to signal the end of the allotted time, there is an audible groan. Phililp announces the official draw, and Kiss and Brimstone give one another looks which somewhat resemble respect. Everyone’s already anticipating round 2, whenever that might be…

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Segment: “Official” complaint (Credit: Jay Zero)

The scene opens up backstage to find Ginger stirring himself up a cup of coffee. Ginger adds two spoonfuls of sugar then turns around, nearly running into and spilling his coffee all over Jay Zero. The shock sends Ginger a step backwards, and some of the coffee onto the floor. The noise of the crowd is heard all the way backstage as the girls in attendance and some major fans begin cheering for Zero.

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Ginger: Jesus Jay! What are you doing?

Zero: Ginger……I would like to know where you hired your referees from.

Ginger: ……..Pardon?

Zero: Your referees, where did you find them?

Ginger: Around, some of my buddies recommended them, I don’t know. Hey, what’s it to you anyways?

Zero: Last Monday, didn’t you see? I got rolled up with a handful of tights, and your little ref didn’t even see it! That’s an illegal pin Ging and you know it! [/color]

Ginger: Ahh Jay, what’s one little loss going to do to you? Let it pass, I’m sure the referee did his best job.

Zero: Which wasn’t very good. I think you should seriously teach these referees a lesson on officiating, because way too much seems to happen behind their backs.

Ginger: Y’know, I really think that you’re taking this too far. Not the ref’s fault you couldn’t kick out before the three count.

Ginger smiles and sips his coffee as Zero gives him a disgusted look.

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Ginger: Look, how about this, this Monday on Warfare I give you a match where you can choose your opponent. Anybody. I hope that makes up for your loss. Is that fine with you Jay?

Zero stands there pondering for a moment until his eyes bulge and he smirks.

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Zero: ….Actually……….it does. Thanks Ging, I don’t care what BK says about you, you’re a pretty nice…and straight guy.[/color]

Ginger has already taken a sip of his coffee and when he hears what Zero said. His eyebrows flare and when Zero pats him hard on the back he struggles to keep the coffee in his mouth.

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Ginger: He said what?!?

The scene starts to fade.

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Segment: Cultural differences (Credit: Starkweather)

So, to make a long story short, the batty boy who hired him a couple months back has gone off to Hollyweird to be in some awful B-movie. That leaves Jones by himself in an arena, collecting a free paycheck for doing very little but standing around and looking pretty, which is pretty sweet. But it's not his style. That's not the way Mr. Jones rolls. He wants to earn his paycheck by breaking necks and chewing Bazooka Joe. And yes... Yes he does have some. He likes chewing gum whilst breaking necks.

...This is getting off the subject. Regardless of what his innermost thoughts and feelings are, he finds himself near the concession stand in the open area of the arena leading to the arena proper.

Whilst Jones was chewing gum , Miss Rayne Iwashita entered an opened area wearing a new pair of skinny jeans and pumps she purchased the other day with her first paycheck. She pupped her own gum in her mouth. Pink. Just like the color of her pumps. Today she was in an eighties mood, but that was beside the point of why she was here. Diet Coke. She needed diet coke. Immediately moving over to the stand, she popped another bubble and leaned over to the man running behind the counter.

Rayne: Diet Coke. And please, for God's sakes, make it diet. Last time it was normal and not only did I waste two dollars and fifty cents, but I had to throw it out.

Rayne rolled her eyes. Not exactly at her comment, but mostly due to her new attatchment to the habit.

A brow found occasion to quirk at that rather attractive little thing standing just to his left as he leaned with his back to the stand's counter. The very sight of her made him want to write a sonet about the coming of spring making the cherry blossoms bloom at the base of Mount Fuji and spending warmly lit summer nights alone in the pagoda... He simple had to speak with her.

Jones: ...'Ello there, luv. 'Ow's about you an' me go 'round to me flat an' work th'squeak outta me bedsprings?

Her mouth dropped the instant she heard his comment. Though she was not very familiar to the dialect he was using, she was able to catch the odd word he threw towards her. The boy behind the counter snickered, holding the cupped liquid out towards her...he obviously knew exactly what he had said to her. Every. Single. Word. Nevertheless, she squinted her eyes in an annoyed manner and grabbed the diet coke. Placing a hand on her hip and popping her gum once again, she gave the man beside her and confused look.

Rayne: Excuse me, do I know you?

Popping his gum as well before tossing it away, he extricated a pack of smokes and a Zippo from his pocket before lighting one. He shrugged and offered her one.

Jones: 'Ere, light one o'these up, luv. Ye'll need ta get used to 'em, y'all need one latah.

She looked at the smoke, and pushed it back towards his direction. Not exactly smiling, but she didn't have any rude expression in her face as she denied it. She still continued to ignore the comments he were saying to her.

Rayne: I don't smoke in public places. You know it's illegal, right?

Jones: An' who's gonna stop ya? That lil' piece o'nothin' over there? Nah. You? Think not, luv. This ol' wideboy's jest lookin' for a bit o'skirt ta pass th'time, eh? You look like th'prissy type, prolly got guys kickin' down yer door but yer too good for 'em. The difference 'tween them 'n' me... Is... Well...

He looked down at himself, his somewhat ratty-looking but still servicable black suit.

Jones: I'm Mistah Jones. An' they're not.

She held her breath for a second, wondering if he was going to continue with that hackjob he called the english language. Finally she couldn't contain herself from burting out with laughter.

Rayne: Mistah Jones? haha. If I thought correctly I'm sure it would be that the reason I would date the boys knocking down my door and not you is because they aren't you. And what is with that suit? It looks like you've been hit by a car or something.

Jones just smiled that toothy smile of his.

Jones: Yeah, yeah... I'm th'kinda guy a girl 'ates until 'e's inside of 'er.

Now she was offended. No one, not even this...this bum, would speak to her in this manner. Immediately she held her arms over herself as women often do when they feel as though their personal and emotional space has been bombarded, but thought better of it and slapped him clean across the face.

Rayne: How dare you talk to me- to ANYONE- like that! I would never allow you close enough to me to even be inside of me you perverted little puke.You disgust me, how you treat people.

His head, of course, rocked back. But not too very far. And that grin of his never seemed to leave as he swiveled his head back 'round to the rather upset looking young woman.

Jones: Ye're pretty when ye're angry, y'know that? Don't take it th'wrong way, luv, it ain't you. It's me. I mean, I'm from th'UK, eh? I ain't exactly know for m'manners. An' when I wanna tag a bit o'fluff I go on an' tell 'er so. Just 'cause you ain't comfy 'bout yer junk gettin' put on display like, well, it is, don't mean you gotta run around willy-nilly slappin' good natured ol'chaps like me. I got 'alf a mind ta make ya make breakfast tomorrow mornin'.

Rayne: Make breakfast? honey, you're barking up the wrong woman. I am a wrestler. Not a cook. Not a housewife. I kick asses around here, not break a few eggs in a skillet.

Growling of frustration, and feeling her diet coke suddenly going warm, she flicker her hair and walked toward the exit of the area. She turned back, throwing her gum on the floor.

Rayne: And if you ever talk to me like that again, I swear I'll smash your face in with a frying pan.

She sashayed off, leaving Jones with that same smile… he’s not put off that easily.

Fade.

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Segment: This Is A Situation Where There Is No Safety Word (Credit: Scott/Latino)

Scott Andrews storms through the hallways at a mighty pace waltzing straight past everyone, even those who try to talk to him. He walks past Quimby who perhaps does the not the smartest move, but I guess he hasn’t been around to see much of Scott in a foul mood, as he grabs him by the arm to get his attention.

Quimby: Hey there! Scott Andrews, right? I’ve been gone so long time it’s nice to see some new faces around this place.

Scott has a menacing look on his face as he tries to justify not hitting Quimby in the jaw by now.

Scott: Listen, jackass I don’t have time for you or any of you rotten scumbags in here! Now get outta my way!

Scott goes to walk off, but Quimby grabs him again.

Quimby: Whoa, whoa now listen here, that’s no way to speak to your - - - BAM!

Scott strikes him square in the jaw and begins unleashing furious right hands. Fury Mode has definitely engaged at this point. Staff members rush towards the scuffle and they quickly try to pull him off his victim. After a few moments pass and screams can be heard from people that first notice the situation the staff are unsuccessful. The live audience watching on let out a loud cheer as a certain crowd favourite appears from off screen and grabs Scott by the neck of his jacket. He lifts him off of Quimby and throws him to the ground. It is none other than Latino. The crowd cheer his heroism, but Scott on the other hand is in no mood.

He runs at Latino at full speed and Latino quickly takes a stance to get ready for the attack. Andrews tackls him to the ground and both men spark out in attack. It isn’t long until officials are now back on the scene to break up the new fight battling on. They pull the men apart as they look at each other with twin glares each as piercing as the other. Latino yells out a few choice words in Spanish as the officials finally push Latino back against a wall.

Scott: You’ve messed with the wrong son of a bitch, Latino!

Latino: Yea too bad I didn't mess your face even more you ugly pendejo! Let go of me! Let go of me! Don't make me cut you!

Both men are escorted their separate ways as the scene fades out.

FADE.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: No peace for the… (Credit: Renix)

Renix Williams, later after her chat with Paul Kubbyd, is show walking down the halls of ACW. She thinks aloud while backstage fans try to grab her attention with random shouts and cheers. She smiles while she continues to walk faster, attempting to be alone. She walks down a few stairs and sits as she breathes heavily yet slowly. Renix closes her eyes while she rest her arms against her bent knees.
"God, this place is so empty without him. Please, just let him better."
Renix Williams leans her head back, eyes closed as she attempts to "get away from it all" and relax. As she does, a voice is heard above her.
"Oh really? You would think he'd be better, huh? Kinda hard since Flamingo DID kick his ass down hard out there."
Renix's eyes squint as the light glows in her eyes, having a shadow over her. She notices the nice shoes and annoying voice from one of her earlier matches. She growls while he takes a step down and sits upon the step that is right over Renix's head.
"What do you want? Hadn't you had enough at the Pay Per View?"
Mayor Quimby flashes a fake smile while Renix rolls her eyes and growls. He's clearly looking for some sort of mental payback after the previous incident.
"Aww, didn't like the view I take it. Actually, I take it that this hasn't been the greatest week for you ... I mean, first you lose your match to me-"
"-hold up, Quimby. First of all, that match was a draw."
"Sure, it was. Keep tellin' yourself that, Renix. Anyways. We had our match at the Pay Per View ... your boyfriend is hurt from HIS match at the Pay Per View ... AND tonight, you just ..."
Quimby runs his hand through his hair as Renix tries to ignore him. He rubs his neck while Renix clutches her fist together.
"You're slacking, Renix! Slumping SO low with that so called horrid 'manager' and you seem to be slumping even lower than he is... heh! I mean, look at yourself!"
Renix growls as her hand "accidentally" is thrown back and hits Quimby in the family jewels. She giggles, quickly turning around and staring at Quimby dead in the eye. Quimby clutches his crotch, letting a light wheezing sound out as she smiles.
"Oops, I'm sorry! I guess that was 'my bad', Quimby. I guess next time we'll learn what to say and what NOT to say when Renix is in a fucktastic mood that can grow you to be punched in the god damn monkey nuggets!"
Renix Williams stomps off to find peace and quiet as Quimby furiously breathes in and out, trying to restrain himself as he slowly moves down the steps. Renix Williams is heard from a distance.
"What the fuck does it take to get some god damn alone time here!"
Scene fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Wyvern vs Starkweather (Credit: Michael)

Both men were just raring to get back in the ring after their hiatus from Genocide. Surely enough, the match begins as a mat game as the technicians exchange submissions, each hold being followed by an equally skilled counter or transition. The critical point came when Stark countered a juji-gatame from Wyvern by rolling backward so that both men are on their stomachs. After pulling his arm out of Wyvern’s grasp, Stark quickly folds Wyvern’s legs up into Texas cloverleaf position and pulls backward. Stark wrenches in the hold a bit to wear down Wyvern before transitioning into a grounded side headlock. Still holding onto Wyvern, Stark pulls him up to his feet, only to immediately drop down to plant him in a bulldog. Stark covers, but only gets the one count for his trouble.

Stark apprehends Wyvern with some of his signature stiff strikes, but Wyvern would take the momentum back after Stark whips him into the corner and runs after him. Wyvern stuns him with an extended boot to the face, following that up with a diving lariat from the second rope. Following this would be a back and forth between Stark’s ferocious strong-style striking and Wyvern’s rough and tumble brawler punches, but Stark again proves to be the better striker and stuns Wyvern long enough to strike with a step-up enzuigiri. Stark covers, but manages only a two count.

Stark gets a bit too frisky and tries for a premature SchweinDT, but Wyvern counters that into a sunset flip for a quick two. Stark kicks out and rolls backward to end up on his feet. He tries for a lightning leg lariat to the seated Wyvern, but Wyvern catches his leg. Wyvern gets to his feet as he continues to hold onto Stark’s leg and twists it around in a dragon screw. Wyvern would get his chance to establish dominance with some more submissions, but Stark demonstrates spectacular resolve in reaching for the ropes each time.

The waning moments of the match saw both men getting more than their fair share of chances for victory, including a Relapse from Stark and a Handspring Dropkick courtesy Wyvern. As fatigue set in, Wyvern took the momentary advantage to land a Lionsault, but Stark somehow manages to raise his shoulder at the verge of the three count. Wyvern is noticeably peeved at this turn of events and immediately goes for a Deus Ex Machina, but as Wyvern is taking hold of Stark’s legs, Stark pulls his legs in toward himself only to quickly kick out, thereby blasting Wyvern backward. Both men bound to their feet, but Wyvern acts first by making a charge at Stark, who responds by catching him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Stark labors his way to the top rope and comes soaring off with a Re-Education, but Wyvern rolls out of the way. Wyvern pops back to his feet and kicks Stark in the gut to double him over, leaving him completely open for a Double underhook Piledriver and the sure as day 1, 2, 3 afterward.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Blackjack with Jack Black* (Credit: Michael)

7:23 P.M.

INT. THE MIRAGE CASINO – LATE EVENING

Nick is standing at a blackjack table surrounded with women. Kirsten is standing in the background, holding purses.

NICK
Watch this ladies. Hit me.

WOMAN
But you have twenty already!

The dealer draws an ace from the deck.

DEALER
Twenty-one!

WOMAN
How'd you do that?

NICK
Jedi mind trick, baby.

KIRSTEN
Nick, can we go now? I don't even know whose purses I'm holding. I mean, who knows where this stuff has been. I could get herpes from holding these things.

NICK
Look, if I haven't gotten herpes from them, there's nothing to worry about.

KIRSTEN
You haven't even touched their um...bad places yet.

Nick reaches down off screen.

WOMEN
Oooh.

NICK
I have now. Hey, why do you call them bad parts anyway?

KIRSTEN
Well that's what the sexual harassment video called them.

NICK
I call them the fun parts.

KIRSTEN
Listen, we really need to get going–

NICK
Just one more game. Deal.

The dealer shuffles the deck and lays out a ten in front of Nick.

DEALER
Ten.

KIRSTEN
Well I'm not holding these any longer.

NICK
Whatever. Hit me.

The dealer lays out an ace in front of Nick.

DEALER
Ace.

Kirsten suddenly throws the purses down on the table, shaking the cards. The top card from the deck flies off revealing a nine.

NICK
Hey, blackjack!

DEALER
Yes but with the interference it doesn't count. Let me just shuffle the deck first.

The dealer shuffles the deck then puts out a card with "11" written on it.

DEALER
Twenty two.

NICK
The fuck!? There's no eleven card!

DEALER
There is in this deck.

Nick looks devastated as all his money is taken and the women folk separate away from him.

KIRSTEN
Hey, don't worry, we had to go any–

NICK
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

A bouncer runs towards them as an enraged Nick raises Kirsten up by her shirt.

BOUNCER
Is there a problem here?

NICK
No-o-oh shit.

Nick looks over...straight into the eyes of a man in a suit who now looks furious.

NICK
LET'S GO! NOW!

Kirsten and Nick begin to run out of the casino while the man in the suit chases after them, having drawn a gun.

KIRSTEN
What's going on?!

NICK
I LOCKED EYES WITH HIM, DUMBASS!

Nick dives into a nearby limo. He leaves the door open and beckons to Kirsten.

NICK
Come with me if you want to live!

Kirsten nods and starts to run to the car. Suddenly, the sound of a gun being fired rings throughout the Las Vegas street and Kirsten falls, a bullet flying into her back. She collapses to the gutter. Nick quickly drags her up into car before slamming the door shut.

NARRATOR
Is Kirsten dead? Will Kirsten and Nick escape the mob? If you listen to fools, does the mob really rule? That chick called me back and we set up a date but will she show her face and admit she was the one that gave me syphilis?

To Be Continued...

*Jack Black's lawyers have encouraged us to inform you that Jack Black does not actually appear in this promo.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Making a Statement” Credit: Ross/TK w/ permission from Dalton for mask props

Maxwell McNally: Wow, we’ve seen a great show so far and just look at this crowd, Eddie.

Eddie Edison: Agreed! I mean this crowd is on fire tonight, not being shy about showing their hate and love.

The Camera swings around the room showing people in the crowd, there’s a fat guy in a plaid, lime green shirt, a hot blonde girl, a skinny guy with a BK London t-shirt and a guy in a red hoodie with a Rey McFoley mask. The McFoley mask leaps over the barrier and the camera focuses on him, he walks around to Phillip Jones and yanks the mic out of his hands.

Masked Man: Alright, I AM RUNNING THE SHOW NOW! OK?!

The man hops onto the apron and climbs in, he pulls his hood down and you can see the full mask, he paces around the ring before raising the mic.

Masked Man: OK, bring the victim out!

Suddenly, the lights dim and Blood Red Sandman by Lordi hits as out steps 2 people in robes, wearing matching masks, one male and one female, the male carrying a wriggling bag over his shoulder.

Masked Man: Come on, hurry up we don’t have all day!

The woman runs down into the ring and slides in and the man speeds up but not as fast as the woman, due to carrying a heavy bag, eventually he puts the bag on the apron and climbs up, he kicks the bag and the bag rolls into the ring.

Man: Alright, Spike, go get a chair!

McNally: Spike? Who’s Spike?

The man goes to get a chair and brings back 2 in each hand, he slides them in the ring and the woman, the masked man and the goon, Spike sets up a chair each, the bag being plonked on the remaining chair. The female goon sits down as does the male goon but the ringleader stays standing.

Masked Man: You’re probably wondering who I am? Well I’m gonna’ tell you a little bit about myself, I’m SICK and TIRED of the Hellhole that is Fallout and so I’ve decided to make my presence known throughout ACW. Some of you may know me as “Terrorist Scum” some of you may know me as “Commie” and some of you may even know me as “An Inspiration To Us All!”, I am the man that’ll change this country for the better… I AM...

He rips the mask off and throws it into the crowd, the crowd already begin booing.

Masked Man: ROSS… LAMBERT!

The goons take off their mask individually to reveal Spike and Charlotte, respectively.

McNally: So THAT’S Spike!

Ross: I’ve had it! I can’t take it any longer and tonight I’m going to leave you all with an image you’ll never forget!! A macabre image of violence and destruction, and I guarantee that none of you will EVER forget tonight! Spike, reveal the victim!

Spike walks over to the 4th chair and pulls off the black bag revealing...

VIVID!

The crowd are split about this one, they don’t know whether to boo the trio for kidnapping a girl or to cheer, for it being Thunder’s girl.

Vivid is gagged up and has her hands tied together behind her back.

Ross: This confuses you? What better way to make a tremor then kicking the crap out of a girl?

Edison: Wow, Ross has stooped low!

Spike: Live Sex Celebrations?

Spike rolls his eyes.

Ross: OK, one that doesn’t involve sex, drugs or rock and roll?

Spike: Now I’m stumped.

Ross: Alright then, Spike, Charlotte, LET’S MAKE WAVES!

He then spins around and boots Vivid, right on the nose and with such impact, she falls off the back of the chair, Spike and Ross stamp the crap out of the girl and a brief wave of disgust spreads across Charlotte’s face.

McNally: This is just vicious, and Charlotte doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it, one bit!

Eddison: Well maybe she feels sorry for Vivid!

The 2 continue to kick crap out of Vivid, Ross hits a swift kick to the head and Charlotte climbs out the ring, heading over the crowd barrier out the ring.

McNally: Where’s she going?

Eddison: I think she’s had enough.

Ross & Spike turn to watch her leave as Vivid tries to roll out the ring, Spike notices and pulls her back in and the 2 continue to kick crap out of her.

McNally: That maybe, but one question, WHERE’S THUNDERKISS?!

[WHERE IS THUNDERKISS?!!??! The answer just may very well shock you. Backstage at this very moment is the man himself, WATCHING these events on a nearby monitor. Like a train off its rails, Wilcox goes crashing through the locker room door of Thunderkiss in search of the man who can put a stop to this! As he sets his eyes on him, he sees exactly what we see, and a look of “WTF”?! comes across his face…]

Wilcox: KISS! KISS! WHAT?! YOU’RE WATCHING THIS?!

Thunderkiss: What are you, blind?!

Wilcox: ……. WHAT THE HELL IS A MATTER WITH YOU?!

Thunderkiss: This is why I should do valets Wilcox. Every piece of scum out there who wants a piece of you goes after you just like this. I’m not going to play. He can maim the bitch as far as I care …

Wilcox: Kiss, I don’t care if you fire me or knock me on my ass for saying this, but this is so fucking unacceptable. I want you out there right now SAVING your own girlfriend because she is one of the few people in this world who actually CARES about you!

Thunderkiss: ………………….

Wilcox: WHATS A MATTER WITH YOU?!!?!?!?!?!?!? G’DAMMIT THUNDER!

[The words of Wilcox pierce TK’s heart like a knife sent from Heaven. Adrenalin and anger set in, causing TK to put his fist straight through the wall in front of him. Delighting by this display of emotion, Wilcox triumphantly proclaims …]

Wilcox: HELL YEAH! GO FUCK HIM UP KISS! GO! GO! GO! GO!

Thunderkiss: Nobody touches my stuff. She belongs to me ………

[Thunderkiss takes off running down the halls as the ACW camera’s follow him from behind. At the announce table, both McNally and Edison pick this up and pass the information onto the loyal Meltdown viewers!]

Maxwell McNally: There he is! Thunderkiss is on his way to the ring right this very instant!

Eddie Edison: Things are about ready to get …. DANNNNNNNNNNGEROUSSSSSSSS! Go Thunderkiss!

Maxwell McNally: ………….

Eddie Edison: Oh Lord, did I just cheer Thunderkiss?!

[McNally shakes his head up and down and Edison covers his mouth in disgust. Meanwhile the fans turn toward the entranceway and actually .. EXPLODE?! For TK as he comes running down the ring. Even though he is Thunderkiss, standing in an ACW ring right now is a competitor from Fallout, and TK is the lesser than the two evils in their mind! Lambert looks up and sees the Onslaught coming and braces for it, unlike Spike who is left wide open as TK slides into the ring and shoots up right behind him. Spike hears the noise and turns around at the very last second.]

Spike: OH SH-

~!~WHAM~!~

[Thunderkiss nails Spike so hard he goes flying 5 feet onto his back and this just leaves Lambert! Lambert decides to smartly “exit stage right” and leap over the ring rather to face TK head on! TK chases after him but only grazes Lambert with a right hand as Ross hits the floor and leaps over the guardrail and out of the arena. Back in the ring, TK paces back and forth like a wild animal, frustrated that he just lost his prey. This is until he sees … Spike. Spike is trying to pull himself back up to his feet and looks up into the eyes of a very frustrated Thunderkiss.]

Thunderkiss: GET UP CRACKERJACK!

[TK lifts Spike up by the hair and lifts him high up into the air with the HEAVENS DOOR!]

Maxwell McNally: Spike is being lifted up to Heaven!

Eddie Edison: But will soon be falling to hell!

[And indeed that IS Spike’s fate! Thunderkiss drops Spike onto the canvas and quickly jumps out of the ring and grabs a chair! He slides it back into the ring and joins his new friend as Spike clutches his stomach in pain. TK lays the chair flat on its back and picks up Spike yet again for ANOTHER Heavens Door… this time directly onto the steel chair! Spike begins to throw up blood as his body goes into convolutions. Thunderkiss

Thunderkiss: Is that all you can take CRACKERJACK?! I don’t think so brother. No… OH HELL NO!

[Thunderkiss LIFTS SPIKE FOR A THIRD, THAT’S RIGHT – THIRD HEAVENS DOOR AND DRILLS HIM RIGHT INTO THE MAT. Spike is knocked clear out this time and medics are on standby to ensure Spike doesn’t drown in his own blood. Through all this action, TK suddenly realizes he has forgotten about Vivid and immediately turns his attention toward her. She is laying in the corner, covered up cringing in pain. TK slides out of the ring and pulls her out, tossing her around his massive shoulders and carrying her out of harms way. Meanwhile, the fans actually begin to chant for Thunderkiss ..]

Fans (Chanting): THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS!

Maxwell McNally: It appears you are not alone in your support for Thunderkiss tonight Edison.

Eddie Edison: What the hell just happened though McNally? What was Ross Lambert doing here?

Maxwell McNally: Well, considering the news about the Fallout product this week, I wouldn’t be surprised if more “rats” leap off the ship before it finally sinks into the water.

Eddie Edison: Good analogy McNally ..

[As both men continue to discuss these events, Medics hit the ring and where they are preparing to cart out Spike. Lambert is nowhere to be scene and the cameras fade out.]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Forward to the Future (Credit: Jay Zero)

The scene opens up to the arena floor, just returning from the previous ruckus when the fans and viewers at home are immediately greeted with the sounds of “Simple Man” by Hardcore Superstar. By now, the majority of the fans in arena are aware of whom this man is; Jay Zero, the man whose made quite the impact for his first week in ACW. Some people boo, and some people cheer as Jay struts out with his black leather jacket, white shorts with black tassels at the ends, and his precious hair-doo. He has a microphone already in hand and the fans all seem anxious to what the new-comer has to say. Jay climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring as the music begins to fade. Before he begins, he adjusts his boas so they’re not so much in his face.

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Zero: Attention, attention! Come on all you Zeromaniacs, hush down! Last Saturday, was ACW’s very special paperview, Genocide. Now, I know that I wasn’t able to be in attendance that night, but I assure you all, I watched closely from home and I liked what I saw. [/color]

He takes a few steps around in the ring.

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Zero: First off, I would to congratulate Thunderkiss on obtaining the Not-So Entertaining, Entertainment Title. It was a very intense match up and you really delivered. But now more importantly, congratulations….to the man who pulled the upset of the night. He did something nobody thought could be done, and that one thing was take to take out the big man, Chance Emmerson himself. Ladies and gentlemen, give a round of applause, for your new World Heavyweight Champion, The Senator! [/color]

This causes a large pop in the crowd as Zero claps lightly, hitting the mic into his palm.

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Zero: Okay, enough, enough, that was Saturday. That’s the past, and unlike Adrian Flamingo, I don’t live there so lets move on to the future, lets move on to tonight! Tonight, I am not scheduled for competition inside the ring. [/color]

The crowd boos in disappointment.

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Zero: But tonight, I received some very delightful news. Y’see earlier tonight, I was still upset because of Vortex’s cheap “victory” over me on Meltdown a little while back, but the good news that I received was for this coming Monday. This Monday, Monday Night Warfare; I am allowed to pick my poison you may say, I get to choose who I want to go toe to toe with inside the squared circle.

Now, I’ve thought long, and I’ve thought hard about this, and hell I’ve even thought about the consequences of losing this match, but I don’t give a shit because on Monday Night Warfare, it will be Me, Your Personal Jesus, Jay Zero taking on…………… [/color]

There’s a slight pause for a dramatic effect which makes the crowd inch up in their seats, anticipating the answer.

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Zero: ….The Trinity, Jake Cheng! [/color]

The roof nearly blows off by the intensity of cheers and chants starting to come from the crowd as Zero struts around the ring.

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Zero: I know, there’s a long shot of me winning, being the under dog and all. Jake is a veteran here, and I’m nothing but new meat, but baby, just like always, lifes always got a small……….twist for everything!

Jake, come Monday, you can bring you’re A-game, you can bring your friends, you can bring your family, but it doesn’t even MATTAH! ‘Cause come Monday, I’m going to bring you on the Rollercoaster! Jake, I’m going to give you one hell of a ride for your money! And baby, I aint going down……..without a struggle! …..Come Monday, you will experience, Zero…..Darkness![/color]

His last speech wasn’t heard as well as the crowd still had not died down from the announcement of Jake vs. Zero, but even through the crowds chanting, Zero still got his point off. He drops the microphone as “Simple Man” by Hardcore Superstar begins to blare. Zero sticks his tongue out and taunts the crowd as he tosses his boa in. Twenty die-hard fans all strive for it as Zero exits the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp way.

On Warfare, will Jake deny Zero in his struggle to make it in ACW, or will he ride the emotional “Zero Darkness” Rollercoaster? Only time will tell………


The scene begins to fade out.

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