Thursday Night Meltdown 5th April 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Sit down Interview (credit: Marcus Curtis)

OOC: This segment was originally scheduled for Fallout but since that was cancelled I thought I’d put it on one of the main shows as it helps character development.


A Few Days Ago…

We are taken to the Fallout Arena, the usually bright arena lighting has been toned down to just one scarcely lit spotlight that is casting the centre of the ring in a state of semi luminosity, several crew members are hurriedly moving large pieces of equipment from place to place. The Fallout fans are conspicuous by their absence, and the arena is eerily silent and is a stark contrast from the decibel level that will be present in a few hours time. Stood in the centre of the ring are two tall chairs, the cushioned backs are coated in a leather trim that is adorned with the Fallout logo, aside from this they seem to be your run of the mill high chairs. Sat on the left stool is Fallout ‘Investigative Journalist’ Rich Marlowe, his hair is messed up and gives the impression he has just been dragged through a bush, the scarce lighting highlights the stubble that is present on his chin, his trademark trench coat hangs over the edge of his seat and his fedora is placed gently on his lap He adjusts the microphone that is clipped to his trench coat, he gently nods to someone off camera to indicate his readiness. He then looks straight at the camera before clearing his throat.

Marlowe: Good evening Fallout fans, Rich Marlowe here with another exclusive. I’m joined at this time by your TV Champion, Marcus Curtis.

The camera moves to reveal Marcus Curtis who is wearing a pair of faded jeans and a tight Wolfmother t-shirt that accentuates the size of his biceps and the definition of his pectoral muscles. Slung proudly over his right shoulder is the TV title which, judging by the reflective shine that emanates from it in spite of the poor lighting, has clearly been polished and well maintained, in his left hand he holds a half empty water bottle. As Curtis reaches his seat Marlowe gets to his feet and they shake hands before both sitting down. As Curtis sits down a female crew member begins attaching a microphone to his t-shirt, he smiles demurely as they make eye contact and his eyes follow her as she walks out of shot.

Marlowe: Firstly Marcus I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this interview.

Curtis: No worries, I’m more than happy to be here.

Marlowe: Now, you’ve enjoyed a successful run in your short stint on Fallout so far. How are you enjoying your time here?

Curtis: I’ve loved my time on Fallout, everything about the place feels right. The people behind the scenes are great and work hard to produce the best show possible.

Marlowe: What about the people that the fans see in front of the camera like the wrestlers themselves?

Curtis: When I met first came here I could sense the same thing in both the veterans and the younger members of the roster…that thing is hunger. Everyone involved in Fallout has that hunger for success, they all want the same thing and they all want to help each other achieve the common goal. The veterans are always there for the younger guys, offering help and support on all aspects of their craft, just earlier today I was in here fine tuning some of my mat work with Dean Bardo

Marlowe: Having people with that amount of experience being willing to help you must be a great help.

Curtis: Yeah, everyone in the back has a lot of respect for people like Dean and Tim Dwight, they’ve been there and done that in this business and they can help you learn from their experiences and help prepare you for almost all eventualities.

Marlowe: Now you mentioned that everyone in the back respects the likes of Tim and Dean, but I know and I think the Fallout fans know that you’re not one hundred percent accurate when you say that.

Curtis: Really? I can’t think of anyone in particular who doesn’t respect those guys.

Marlowe: I’m talking about Jack Jefferson here

Curtis’ expression changes from a look of bewilderment to a look of slight antipathy.

Curtis: It would have been naïve of me to think that his name wouldn’t be mentioned in this interview.

Marlowe: The two of you have had quite the heated rivalry over the last couple of months and it recently culminated with a Last Man Standing match for the TV Title which you emerged from victorious with the TV title in tow.

Curtis: Culminated doesn’t seem to be the right choice of word in light of recent events. It seems like Jefferson still holds a grudge and the only way to resolve that grudge, in his mind that is, is with a rematch before he goes to ACW

Marlowe: Speaking of ACW, there are rumours going around that you yourself might be headed over to ACW. Are you legally able to talk about your current negotiations?

Curtis: Thankfully I won’t get sued or anything for talking about it. Basically when I signed my Fallout contract it was initially a six month deal with a view to an extension, as it happens these six months are set to end soon. I’ve been told that ACW have been monitoring my status and were interested in entering negotiations with me.

Marlowe: What about Fallout? Have you received a contract offer from them?

Curtis: I can confirm that Fallout have made me an offer. Both offers are great and I’m honoured to have this amount of interest in my future. At the end of the day I’ll be choosing the offer that feels best for my future.

Marlowe: You recently appeared on ACW television when you teamed with Nick Durden facing your rival Jack Jefferson and Entertainment Champion Jason Freeman. How did you enjoy your brief experience in ACW?

Curtis : It was great actually, the people there have the same mentality as we do in Fallout so it wasn’t a massive culture shock. I loved teaming with Nick Durden, I don’t have a single bad word to say about the guy. And the ACW fans are as respective of your ability as the Fallout fans.
Marlowe: Also, last week you faced off against a former TV Champion in OLYMPIA in a closely fought match. A closely fought match that ended in both you and your opponent being laid out by Colossus Rhodes, Sgt Pilko and Jeffrey Janson. What are feelings about this? Some people are saying that if it wasn’t for their intervention we’d have a new TV Champion.

Curtis: That could very well have been the situation, I think OLYMPIA had my number in that match. I’d also like to take this opportunity to offer OLYMPIA a rematch if he wants one. Because I think that if we get the chance to go all out without outside distractions we could really entertain the fans.

Marlowe: It would appear as though we’re out of time here as the ring crew are wanting in the ring to put the final preparations for tonight’s show So I’d just like to thank once more for doing this interview and wish you the best for the future.

Curtis : It’s been a pleasure

Marlowe removes his mic and shakes the hand of Curtis as he too is having his mic removed by the female crew member who he is engaging in a flirtatious conversation with as we fade to commercial.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Nostalgia Overload (Credit: Latino / AK)

The shot opens up to an easily recognized area which the audience hasn’t seen for a little while; Latino and Atomic’s locker room. Though no one’s on camera as the scene starts, there are plenty of sounds to suggest that the room is occupied, and sure enough Latino soon appears, almost ready for his match later in the evening. He moves with rhythm, as if listening to an invisible MP3 player as he walks around the room; as he nears the door there is a knock, and Latino pivots around to open it up and reveal ACW interviewer Kevin Anderson.

Kevin: Latino, would you give me a pre-match interview for the ACW fans?

Kevin braces in case Latino is in a bad mood, but instead Latino spreads his arms wide and puts one around Kevin’s shoulder, escorting him inside.

Latino: Que? ….Alright chico. What do you got?

Kevin isn’t quite sure how to react to this, but his reporter’s instinct kicks in, and he lets the camera get the two of them into shot before speaking.

Kevin: Ok. Firstly, what’s the situation with you and Scott Andrews?

Latino: Well, you see… Scott has a problem and it’s a problem that I’ve seen time…and time again. He’s thinks he’s the top man. He thinks he’s the greatest force ever to show up in this industry. I’ve seen it all my life and every….single….time they fall. I mean look at the past we’ve had....

slaps his chest.

Mr. Whole F’N Show TNT! He and I tore ACW up and now where is he? He’s way past Thunderdome now and now lives in a van…down by the river!

Oh, oh and what about The Infamous Lord of Hardcore….Ridley! The man that everyone feared but no one remembers today! You see they all come and they all think they have the top spot forever by they all fall. Andrews is no different. He will stop and he stumble until he has hit rock bottom.

??: Well, I know one thing for sure, the guy’s got a real cracker of a kick on him…

Alicia walks into the shot, looking immaculate as always. Kevin perks up a bit; a “double deal” interview will guarantee him some more prominent airtime. Alicia, however, has other things on her mind.

Alicia: Honey, have you seen my socks?

Latino grins mischeviously.

Latino: Muchas veces, chula, pero….I prefer your feet without them.

Alicia giggles flirtaciously, and then wanders across in front of Kevin and out of the shot again.

Alicia (off camera): Here, sockie sockie sockies…

Kevin looks at Latino, who simply shrugs his other half’s idiosyncrasies off. He can’t help but smirk as he watches she walk around.

Kevin: Er, moving on… tonight sees you and Alicia paired up for a tag match which wouldn’t have been out of place on one of ACW’s early cards, facing off against Wyldcard. What’s your gameplan going into the match?

Latino: Hmm, what’s our gameplan? We’re going to go out there and put on one of the damnest match that you have ever….ever seen! Is that good? Oh wait, that’s not how we run things. THIS is what we will do.

Latino does a little shimmy as he gets ready to speak.

You see Mami and I will go out there and it’ll be nostalgia all over again. From the days of our tag team title reign where we took on all comers and knocked them back down to her. She’ll set them up and I’ll knock ‘em down until we get the ONE….TWO….THREE! Oh, yea and for all mi gente out there it’s UNO….DOS….TRES!

Kevin: I see. And… Alicia, could I get your thoughts too?

Alicia walks back into the shot, looking perplexed.

Alicia: They can’t just have teleported out.

Kevin: Uh… Alicia…if you wouldn’t mind…

Realising what Kevin is getting at, Alicia puts a hand to her face with a slight blush.

Alicia: Oh, sorry Kevin, how rude… well, what can I say? It’s Wyldcard, Jonny and Gooey, and they’re on great form after that stunning performance against Top Draw. It’s just the sort of match I look forward to… mark my words, the four of us are going to continue to follow in the Senator’s footsteps and show the younger challengers around here that the old school can still give as good as they get.

Latino seems to get just a little misty eyed. He puts his arm around his wife’s shoulders as he wipes a tear from his eye. He grabs Kevin’s shirt and wipes his nose against it as he can’t help but speak out his thoughts.

Latino: Aaaah, Mami… it takes me back to when we were both just starting. You remember when we won the tag titles together?

Alicia: How could I forget? That was even before BK had won his first title…

Latino: Wait, there was a time before BK had a title? Sweet Merciful crap you’re right as usual.

Alicia nods sagely.

Latino: Si, now you’re starting to make me feel old. It’s a good thing we Hispanic men become more distinguished with age.

Alicia: If by “distinguished” you mean “developing baldness”, then yes I agree.

Latino does a double take which makes the crowd laugh.

Latino: Que!? I have a fine head of hair, chulita!

He now starts running his hands through his hair as Alicia continues to talk.

Alicia: Well, I was talking to mum on the phone the other day and she said she could see a bald patch on the back of your head during your last PPV match.

Latino shakes his head as his fingers run frantically through is hair.

Latino: Hey, hey that can’t right. She must have gotten Kudo and I mixed up.

Alicia: That’s not true-

Latino: Si, last time we met up she wanted to know why BK had gone to TNA. And then there was that time she almost had a fit when someone linked her to the live sex celebration nip slip pictures-

Alicia: Yes, ok, point taken…

Kevin decides enough is enough, and takes control of the interview again.

Kevin: SO… to summarize, the two of you are going out there to win, correct?

Latino: Absolutely, chico. It’s time we reminded ACW just who the premier couple in this fed are. Am I right, mami?

Alicia: 100 percent, darling.

Alicia and Latino share a quick peck on the cheek, and leave the audience to anticipate what else may be in store tonight as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "My dick is bigger than yours!" / "Let's not get cocky!" (Credit: T-Kiss / Hunter)

[Alright ACW fans, answer this equation for me. One man coming off a bad week + one cocky son of a bitch = ?. If you answered trouble, congratulations, you passed the test. Well, either that or perhaps were being too cliché here, you decide. We join our situation in progress in the hallow halls of the ACW Meltdown arena as two men collide as they pass like ships in the night. That is, if the ships were full blown U.S. Navy battle cruisers. Moments ago, Thunderkiss came shoulder to shoulder with Brimstone, and the results of their previous altercation still linger for it didn’t take long for one of the two to open their mouths and start spitting hellfire. And if you guessed it was Thunderkiss, congratulations, you win another prize.]

Thunderkiss: Hey there .. ha .. friend! Say, there is something different about you. Yeah, I just can’t put my hand on it, but damn, you’ve changed!

Brimstone: Listen, Cheng...oh, I'm sorry, I mistook you for another sad excuse for a wrestler. It's not my fault that all of you are exactly the same.

[Brimstone’s insult bounces off TK’s ego like bullets bounce off John Cena. TK continues smiling as he continues his tirade to get under Brimstone’s skin.]

Thunderkiss: WAIT… I got it. YOU’RE MISSING SOMETHING, AREN’T YOU?!?! Something.. Gold! Hahahaha, oh man, I’m funny, brother!

Brimstone: My, how attentive you are. And original, turns out. I'm half expecting you to crack a bald joke...but then again, you would receive the same in return, and it would shatter your ego moreso than it would shatter mine. But, my friend, I can assure you that your "creativity" will simply aggravate me, and that will make it worse for you.

[Bald!? Those words shoot through TK’s head as it appears Brimstone finally found a weak point in TK’s pride. Thunderkiss becomes a little more aggravated, a little more serious and a little more vicious in his approach.]

Thunderkiss: Look, friend, last month I toasted off Jason Freeman with ease. Now he smokes you. What does that tell you Flintstone?!

Brimstone: That he got lucky beating me, and you got lucky beating him. I assure you, it was just a fluke on his part. I've also beaten him before, and I could just as easily do it again. I still maintain that you're nothing more than a joke.

[Thunderkiss once again gets a little stung by Brimstone's words; though he won’t show it. Here we go again, another ACW star looking down upon him like most did back in November when the Thunderman was added to the roster. He’s won big matches, titles and fame; yet, there is feeling that he gets from a lot of the established wrestlers that he is exactly what Brimstone said - a joke. Hellbent to prove anyone wrong who even ponders this thought, Thunderkiss is quick on the draw to make a challenge.]

Thunderkiss: Hey man, have you heard about my new policy? Its called “put up or shut up”. Now basically, its been mainly used for all these newbies coming here running their mouths, but I’d be more than glad to broaden my horizons and include an established man such as yourself. So I tell you what Brimstone, you .. me .. ONE MORE TIME!

[Brimstone almost cracks a smile as this was the line he was hoping to hear. Almost as if he was trying to bait TK all along. With mild enthusiasm he responds ..]

Brimstone: With pleasure. I just hope you realize we drew only because I like to take my time when I dissect insects like you. If you want a match, let's just make sure there's no time limit...it'll extend my fun, if anything.

Thunderkiss: Pfffffffft. HELL YEAH BROTHER!!!!!!! This time there will be no bell to save you! You know Flintstone, I would like to say I never kick a man when he’s down... but I’d be lying because it’s FUN to do! It’s almost better than sex! This is looking to already be a very bad month for you, you big emo, and I just can’t WAIT to make it WORSE!

Brimstone: Oh, emo, naturally. Honestly, you're like a child trapped in a man's body...if you can even call it that. When we face off next, I'll prove to you that you're a fluke.

Thunderkiss: Alright emo, in case you didn’t hear, I’m a busy man. If I took the time to entertain every crackerjack who wanted to jump aboard the Thunderkiss fast track to success, I might as well retire now and go sign autographs at boat shows. So I’m going to let you ponder your future doing that, as I go and do something more constructive now, like banging the flock of groupies waiting outside my locker room right now. LET’S GO WILLY!

[Wilcox, who has been hanging in the back this whole time, is glad to exit this situation considering what TK already has on his slate. Any escalation here would have been bad for his client, indeed. Destested at how TK carries himself, Brimstone has only two words to say to the Entertainment Champion]

Brimstone: Fucking degenerate...

~FADE~

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "Round Two" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

After the most recent encounter with Cobra, he brought something to light that Rattlesnake hadn't noticed. He wasn't exactly being "alienated" by the Senatorial Stable, but they haven't exactly been there for him. Now, whether or not it's to help him out or not, he didn't know. What he did know is that while all this goes on...his ties with them don't seem as strong anymore.

So what happens next? This game of Cobra's is obviously far from over. Cobra's got the early advantage in the "Mind Games War," but it's going to continue. It's not over...not by a long shot.

Rattlesnake: I can't believe this. I just can't.

Cobra: What's so hard to believe? I was right...wasn't I? They have abandoned you.

Rattlesnake: No! They haven't! They wouldn't abandon me. I help Senator lead the Senatorial Stable.

Cobra: You don't lead them. You're nothing more than a temporary figurehead. Hunter was a true leader. You aren't. Need I remind you of the Coalition? The Syndicate? The Resolution? You simply fail as a stable leader.

Rattlesnake: The problem with those is the people I chose.

Cobra: No...you didn't have the respect of the members. History is just repeating itself for you.

Rattlesnake can hear Cobra laugh.

Cobra: Funny. There's a lot of that going around lately and it all revolves around you.

Rattlesnake: You're one to talk. You cause controversy everywhere I go. You practically ruin everything I have going for me and force me to go elsewhere.

Cobra gasps in shock.

Cobra: I can't believe you would say that. You don't have the balls to say anything. You just sit on your ass and take whatever I have to say.

Rattlesnake: Not anymore. I'm tired of this. I'm not putting up with your shit anymore! I swore I would get rid of you and I will.

Cobra: I'd like to see you tr-

A fist just clocks him in the face.

Cobra: Son of a bit-

Another fist connects with his face.

Cobra: Godda-

Another fist connects and this one literally knocks him back into a wall.

Cobra: So this is how you want it?

Rattlesnake: I told you that I'm not putting up with your shit anymore. I'll see the end of you once and for all.

Cobra: No you won't. You don't have it in you to do something like that.

Rattlesnake: Wanna bet?

Cobra: You can't do it. You won't do it. You're just as pathetic and weak as you used to b-

At that moment, Rattlesnake puts his hand behind his head and rams it into the wall. Sure it scrambled his brain, but this time Cobra felt the effects of it. A dazed look crosses his face as he just slides down the wall, unconscious.

That was something Cobra wasn't expecting. But maybe he'll be a little wiser next time. This round is Rattlesnake's.

Rattlesnake-1, Cobra-1

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: Wyldcard vs Latino and Alicia Kitsune (Credit: Latino)

The tag match starts out as the bell tolls throughout the arena. The fans are more than estatic for a match of this magnitude. They start giving out mixed reactions…some for Wyldcard and others for Latino and Alicia. Gooey and Alicia start out the match as their counterparts head back to their respective corners. Gooey doesn’t wait a moment as he grabs Alicia by the arm and whips her into the ropes. She bounces off and ducks a quick clothesline attempt by the former GFWWE World Champion. Just as she runs past her opponent, Mrs. Laureano quickly takes down Gooey with a spin kick right to the jaw. He falls down flat on his back and Alicia raises an arm up to the fans. A few moments pass on by and Gooey kicks back up to his feet. At the same time he uses that momentum to slam a Bearclaw right to his opponent’s face. This time it’s Alicia’s turn to take a tumble down against the mat as Gooey quickly reaches over to tag in his partner.

Jonny quickly jumps over the top rope as he’s tagged into the match. Alicia just about gets up to one knee before Spade comes at her with a dropkick targeting right at her face. She instinctively ducks the attack as she allows Jonny to take a hard hit against the mat. Alicia moves around and before Jonny can make a second move she locks on the Camel Clutch. The submission is applied on with much precision and skill as she continues to apply the pressure. A few moments pass as the Referee continues to ask Jonny if he submits. Each time he courageously yells out a loud “NO!”. Finally, after many seconds pass Alicia releases the hold and pulls up Jonny to his feet. She whips him into the ropes and goes for a jumping kick right for her opponent’s head. Spade this time takes the notice to duck and grab Alicia. He picks her up and then brings her down with a tremendous backbreaker that anyone watching would cringe at. Spade pushes her onto the mat and now goes for a cover as the Referee makes the count….ONE….T- but the count is broken by a boot to Jonn’y s face from Latino before the two count could even be started properly. He slowly backs off as the Referee starts yelling at Latino to get back. Jonny rubs his face as he looks back at Latino. This gives Alicia some more time to get her senses back as she leaps up with a lariat right at Jonny’s head. He comes down with a loud THUD. The fans let out a big pop as she gets back to her feet with a rush of adrenaline running through her veins.

She grabs Jonny by his caveman hair and pulls him along towards her corner. Alicia tags in Latino and the Hispanic star is more than eager to get in the ring. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with axe handle smash to Jonny’s head. Spade stumbles back as Latino gives everyone a little shoulder shimmy and then a big punch to Spade’s face as stumbles forward. Latino throws another punch and then another. He then leans back and then lunges forward with a kick right to the gut of Jonny. He bends over in pain and Latino grabs him by the head. He looks at the fans with a smirk and quickly pulls out a suplex. Latino shimmy’s his legs and is back on his feet as he lands a second suplex. He shimmies once more and goes for the final Third Shot, but Jonny counters the move into his S-Drop#5 that drives Latino’s head deep into the mat. He goes for a cover and the Referee makes the count once again….ONE…..TWO…TH-kickout by Latino. Latino rolls away as he feels the pain surge through his body. Jonny works to get back to his feet and within seconds both are staring eye to eye. Jonny moves first towards Latino, but he jumps up and sends Spade across the ring with a huricanrana. Latino then rolls against the mat and then leaps towards his wife as he tags her back into the ring. Gooey now gets into the ring to help out his partner as he changes at Alicia. She takes a quick second to survey the situation and then takes out Gooey with a Liger Kick that sends him through the ropes. Jonny now gets back up to his feet and gets behind her. He puts on a Half Nelson and goes for the full Dragon Fly but Alicia quickly breaks out of the hold. She spins around and attacks with the EMP. A loud SMACK is heard all over the arena, but remarkeably Jonny doesn’t go down. He leans back and then forward just in time to feel another harsh hit with a second EMP right to the face. This time Spade goes down and Alicia drops down for the cover. The Referee makes the count….ONE…..TWO….THREE!

Phillip: Here are your winners…..Latino and Alicia Laureano!

The competitors have given it their all in this match, but as the other competitors clear the ring, something catches Latino's eye. Scott Andrews makes his way down the entrance way dressed in a long black coat over top of his previous attire, the buttons undone, but the coat pulled across. Latino stands in the ring and yells out to Andrews to “Hey, Pendejo come on over and let me kick tu culo!”

Scott waits on the ramp and in one swift motion his coat opens up revealing the briefcase in one hand and 'Lucy' in the other. Latino stands his ground as Scott makes his way closer and closer to the ring. He reaches the apron and drops the briefcase. He removes his coat slowly as he continues to stare down his opponent.

Latino's eyes flare as he stands in a fight ready position, fists clenched, legs in stance. He waits for Scott to stand on the apron, but even as he does this security and road agents are already on their way to stop what could become a potentially dangerous brawl. Security guards pull Scott off the apron and surround it while a few others get into the ring to restrain Latino. He starts struggling and yelling at the men holding him back to let go. Both men tempers are flaring at this point, but Gingerdude isn't about to let two of his top stars fight it out in an unofficial match, especially not on T.V. for free. He himself walks onto the entrance ramp with a microphone.

Gingerdude: Over the last couple of weeks you two have been at each others throats! Now, I'm not one to say I don't like a good fight, because I do, but I want to reserve these kinds of things for when I want them to happen, do you understand, gentlemen? And that means that from now on, to ensure my requests are met, there shall be a new law in place tonight that prevents either of you from physically touching one another until I book an official match between the two of you. If either of you break this rule you will be fired!

McNally: Oh my! This stipulation could be the end of one of these superstars careers here in the ACW!

Edison: It could go either way, Max. Both these guys want the others blood for whatever reasons, but the fact of the matter is that they are out to hurt the other however they can.

McNally: Perhaps a very crucial stipulation added by Chairman Gingerdude, I guess we'll have to wait and find out how this pans out.

Scott is escorted up the entrance ramp, and as he nears the top he turns his head towards Latino and smirks that Scott Andrews smirk. He definitely has something planned...what's in the briefcase?

Fade Out.

(OOC: Credit goes to Latino and Scott for the post-match.)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Because I Can (Credit: BK)

As we return from a commercial hyping up the end of the first part of the ACW World Tour III in London, England, we see none other than interviewer Kevin Anderson standing by with BK London - who looks fully prepared for his contest against Starkweather later tonight. He is sporting is brand new "Arrive. Get Paycheck. Leave" T-Shirt over his ring attire, and finally Kevin gets the cue for the interview to start.

Kevin: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing here next to one of the entrants in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, BK London. And BK, you made a declaration of victory earlier this week on Warfare - but later in the night you seemed to run in to your partner Jake, who also entered himself in the match....

BK: Get to the point Kevin.

Kevin: My point is, there can only be one winner of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, and you have been known in the past to back stab partners - will you turn on Jake in the match?

BK: Listen, I'll admit. I have turned on a few partners in the past, TNT, Latino, and etc...but they don't have the chemistry Jake and I have. Jake and I are best friends, you hear? BEST FRIENDS. Sure our first break up didn't end too well, but now that we're back together - we're better than ever. And I don't ever intend on turning on him.

Kevin: That's friendship for you, so..about this plan we've been hearing, circulating in the back, can you shed some light on it?

BK: Hmmmm....nah, I can't really discuss it. When Jake and I are ready to reveal it to the world, trust me, you'll be the first person who knows - other than that - contents of the plan are purely confidential.

Kevin: Well, can you at least share a few comments about your competitor tonight - Starkweather?

BK lightly chuckles.

BK: So, I finally get to go one on one with this Starkweather fella huh? I've been watching him around ACW, and he appears to be wreaking havoc on everyone he gets his claws on - well the buck stops here my friend. I won't allow myself to become a victim of that sick son of a bitch, I mean come on - look at him. He looks a bit too old to be wrestling, he weighs about 150lbs, and he apparrently has HORRIBLE taste in women.

A large "Ooooooooh" from the crowd comes a bit after this as Kevin manages to get a chuckle out of it himself.

BK: Come on Kevin, I know you've seen Umeko. Strutting around here, with no legs, no ass, basically no shape. And that apparrently turns the sick son bitch on for some reason. But you know what, all that doesn't matter now, what matters is me going in that ring - steal the show, and why? Because I can.

BK walks off camera to somewhat of a pop from the crowd as the segment fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Hospital (Credit: Michael)

March 27
1:13 A.M.

INT. MOUNTAIN VIEW HOSPITAL

Kirsten is laying in a bed, surprisingly unharmed. Nick is sitting nearby, kicked back, reading a magazine.

KIRSTEN
So the doctor says I need a transplant.

NICK
Transplant. Fascinating.

KIRSTEN
Unfortunately, I have a clichedly rare blood type.

NICK
Rare blood type, eh?

KIRSTEN
Yeah. So only certain people can give me the organ I need.

NICK
Organ you need? Wait, you need an organ transplant?

KIRSTEN
Haven't you listened to anything I've said so far?

NICK
No.

KIRSTEN
I need a new liver because mine was horribly damaged in the car accident--

NICK
Yeah, car accident. The massive amounts of alcohol you consumed earlier and the massive amounts of alcohol you've consumed in your lifetime had nothing to do with it.

KIRSTEN
Whatever. Point is, I have a very rare blood type so only certain people can give me my juicy new liver.

NICK
What does a blood type have to do with an organ transplant?

KIRSTEN
Well, I need a blood donor in case something goes wrong.

NICK
This doesn't make sense. Admit it, you know nothing about organ transplants.

KIRSTEN
Ok, fine, but I need a new liver.

NICK
You want a liver? I can get you a liver, believe me. There are ways, dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me.

KIRSTEN
Yeah, but Nick...

NICK
Hell, I can get you a liver by 3 o'clock this afternoon.

KIRSTEN
Well, if you can...

NICK
I'll be right back. I'm gonna make a few calls.

Nick leaves the room. Meanwhile, Kirsten's doctor arrives.

DR. TAD:
Hi, I'm your doctor—oh, hi, Kirsten.

KIRSTEN
Tad?! What are you doing here?

DR. TAD
Sophia and I moved here.

KIRSTEN
Well what about the other—

DR. TAD
That was an ER doctor. I'm a REAL doctor.

KIRSTEN
Ok, well, my brother is getting me that liver so—

DR. TAD
From where?

KIRSTEN
I don't know. He said he had ways that I didn't want to know about.

DR. TAD
Black market organs huh?

KIRSTEN
Uh...I don't know. Maybe.

DR. TAD
Fucking wannabe surgeons...Listen, I'll get you a real kidney. Your brother can keep his grave-robbed organs. Most of them are useless and full of embalming fluid already anyway!

Kirsten gasps.

DR. TAD
The Jewish ones are usually ok though...

Kirsten sighs with relief.

DR. TAD
Unless they're diseased!

Kirsten gasps again.

DR. TAD
But most aren't.

Kirsten sighs with relief again.

DR. TAD
BUT THEY COULD BE!

Kirsten gasps once more.

DR. TAD
My point being that you can't trust organ traffickers and you can't trust your brother. I'm a doctor! Let me go make a few phone calls and I'll get you a real kidney!

Tad runs out of the room.

KIRSTEN
I actually needed a liver! Oh well, I'm sure he heard me...

Nick runs back in.

NICK
Ok, listen, I've got you a liver on the way. It's of indeterminate origin but it presumably fell off a truck. Now, we have to bring $50,000 dollars in unmarked bills in a non-descript black briefcase to a meeting point behind a warehouse down at the docks. When we get there, I'll send you in to do the exchange. You have to be blindfolded though so I'll try to guide your moves as best I can with this remote control. When you go in the wrong direction, I'll press the button and it will shock you like this.

Nick slaps a chip onto the back of Kirsten's neck then presses the button.

KIRSTEN
OW! God damn it that hurt!

NICK
Good, it works.

KIRSTEN
Come on, Nick, isn't this a little excessive?

NICK
This is deadly serious! If you want your liver, we have to do this!

KIRSTEN
Listen, Nick, maybe I should just take the liver Dr. Tad is getting me.

NICK
Dr. Tad?!

KIRSTEN
Dr. Tad Wylde. He took her name.

NICK
Sophia's whipped husband?

KIRSTEN
That would be the one.

NICK
You think you can trust this man?!

KIRSTEN
Well, I mean, he's nice enough—

NICK
Well that's a mistake! Don't you see, Kirsten?

KIRSTEN
Um...no.

NICK
He's gonna kill you!

KIRSTEN
What?

NICK
Sophia wants you dead, right?

KIRSTEN
Yeah.

NICK
And this guy will do anything for her, yes?

KIRSTEN
Correct.

NICK
SHE'S GONNA HAVE HIM KILL YOU!

KIRSTEN
MY GOD! That never occurred to me!

NICK
That's why you gotta stick with me. I'm the brains of this operation. Now we gotta get down to the dock.

KIRSTEN
Wait, I can't just leave.

NICK
Why not?

KIRSTEN
Well I'm hooked up to these machines—

Nick rips the IV out of Kirsten's arm.

KIRSTEN
OH GOD! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!

Kirsten grabs his arm and rocks back and forth, crying.

NICK
ANYTHING ELSE?!

KIRSTEN
Not if you're going to hurt me again!

Nick sits down and puts his arm around Kirsten.

NICK
Shh...It's ok...I'm not going to hurt you...It's gonna be all right...You're like a wounded dove I'm tending to that will one day fly again...

KIRSTEN
... What?

NICK
What else is it that you need to get you out of here?

KIRSTEN
Well all I have to wear is this gown. They had to cut my outfit off when they took me in.

NICK
Wear the gown then!

KIRSTEN
I can't wear this gown out of here!

NICK
Why not?

KIRSTEN
For one thing, you can see my ass.

NICK
So turn it around.

KIRSTEN
Then you can see something else.

NICK
We've all gotten used to that.

KIRSTEN
Look, fine, I'll just let my ass hang out. But it's cold out there at night!

NICK
Boo hoo, baby wants a jacket! Get over it. We've gotta get down there and get your liver before sunrise and that's in two hours.

KIRSTEN
Wait, wouldn't Meltdown have ended by now?

NICK
Who said we were doing this live?

KIRSTEN
I did.

NICK
Well that's a mistake! Now come on.

KIRSTEN
Ok...

Kirsten gets up but instantly collapses.

KIRSTEN
Still... weak...from the accident...

NICK
Hmm...I'm getting an idea...a wheelchair!

Nick drags Kirsten out of the room. We stay fixated on the doorway. Suddenly, Nick comes roaring past, riding in a wheelchair pushed by Kirsten.

KIRSTEN
This doesn't help me at all!

NICK
No, but it's fun for me!

We zoom out over the hospital and into the night of Las Vegas.

NARRATOR
Will they make it in time to get Kirsten's new liver? Will Tad get Kirsten's new kidney? I didn't get medical attention fast enough and I've lost my mind! I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!

~To Be Continued~

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Back to the home I love… (Credit: Rena)

Wednesday April 04, 2007
1:34 pm

Rena was ahead of schedule. She woke up, ate, slept a little bit more, and woke up earlier than she expected. She had quite a while before she had to check into the theatre before call. Though she didn’t really feel like it, she scheduled a meeting with Ginger. She wanted to speak to him about a possible return to ACW programming, as her contract with Miss Saigon was ending shortly, and someone would replace her in her leading role. Her heels clicked on the marble flooring of the entry to the executive offices in the Alpha H.Q. where she found Ginger’s formal office. Being the owner of the company, his room was by far the most lavish. As lavish as it was, Rena had seen it many times before. The elegance had long since lost the wow factor. She was not announced by the secretary, she simply went into the office. Ginger straightened his tie as she entered without welcoming and closed the door behind her. Ginger gave her a questioning look.

Ginger: Not even a knock? I could have been naked.

Rena: Nothing I’ve never seen before. From you, it would take quite a bit to shock me.

Ginger: And to what do I owe my pleasure with you?

Rena: I scheduled a meeting with you.

Ginger: Well not for another hour.

Rena: I don’t have another hour to wait around. Why?

Ginger: Well Robyn, my new secretary, and I were going to have lunch.

Rena: I assume you’d be dining off of her, I suppose.

Ginger: Moving along. Please sit.

Rena sat in a very comfortable leather chair. She felt herself sink into the gigantic over-size of the chair, but continued to stay composed throughout her suffering. Rena noticed her top button of the lilac blouse she was wearing, and quickly did it up before placing a folder onto the office desk. Ginger smiled towards her, grabbed the folder and opened it. Looking through it, he pointed to Rena doing up her button.

Ginger: Nothing I’ve never seen before, dear.

Rena: Read the article.

Ginger: ladida….hmm…oh, “Miss Rena Matheson, who stars in the show as Vietnamese bar girl Kim who falls in love with an American GI Chris, will be completing her run as the character nearing the end of the month and will be passing the torch along to the woman who originally brought life to the ill-fated character, Lea Salonga.”….So why am I reading this?

Rena: Well, I’m assuming that since my contract expires at the end of the month I would resume my on-stage role here.

Ginger: Well not quite Broadway-styled, but I assume we could have that written in. And what did you have in mind for your big return on-screen?

Rena: Fallen Heroes, of course.

Ginger: Ah, the big Battle Royale! Think you’ve still got what it takes to win a Battle Royale? After all, I’m not sure you ever had what it takes to do anything.

Rena: I’ve been a main eventer multiple times-

Ginger: Yes, but have you won a major title? No. Just looking at these articles make me more convinced you are more of a commercial star. Not a wrestler.

Rena: How can you say that?

Ginger: You might have ring rust. Almost a year has spanned since your last, not to mention you really haven’t done worth remembering. No one wants to work with a bitch.

Rena: Bette Davis got around.

Ginger: Bette Davis had to wait until she was much better known until she could be a bitch. And besides, she was a commercial bitch. That’s what she was remembered for.

Rena: Can I not be known for that?

Ginger: It’s so unbecoming in the Wrestling business.

Rena: Just think about my proposition, alright?

Ginger: Well of course.

Rena: Well I best be off. I will talk to you later.

Ginger: Leave your phone number with Robyn, I will be in touch.

Rena: Well you have my cell phone number.

Ginger: Yes but I want your new residency phone number as well. I heard with the amount you were paid for the show you were able to afford a luxurious home.

Rena: It’s comfortable.

Ginger: Shacks in the woods are comfortable.

Rena: Right.

Ginger: I’ll call you sometime tomorrow.

Rena: Alright. Thanks.

He waved a good-bye before she left his office. Now that she finished that meeting she would have to head to the theater as quick as possible. As she was leaving, someone form the darkness approached her with a smile. It was Rayne Iwashita, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Rayne: Hey, Rena!

Rena: Hi.

Rayne: So I was wondering if you’d be able to be at the show on Monday. I’m in a little mini Battle Royale.

Rena: How nice for you. I am not quite sure if I’ll have the time, but if I do miss it I’ll watch it on television. Amazing things our generation has, huh?

Rayne: Oh, well I’m sure that you are busy. I’m sorry to have bothered you. How is the show coming?

Rena: It’s going quite well, thank you. I’m just in a bit of a hurry, I’ll have to talk to you later.

Rayne: Rena.

Rena: Yes?

Rayne: You have something on your face.

Rena: I do? Damn. Thank you.

And leaving Rayne alone, Rena hurried off to the bathroom to see exactly what it was. It better damn well not be a wrinkle, she thought as she disappeared into the small room. Rayne smiled quite maliciously and clicked her heels to the exit into the parking lot.

[fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Brains vs. Brawn (Credit: Jay Zero)

The shot fades in to find Jay Zero looking into the camera at a backstage location. The stitches on his head are very visible from when Jake “released the beast” all over Jay. Judging by the look on his face, he’s not in a good mood.

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Zero: As most of you saw on Monday, Jake Cheng brutally attacked me, after he got the clean victory over me in the ring.

Jake, had no right to do that. Not once did I attempt to cheat in that match. Not once did I try and “pull one” over on you. Not once. The only thing that made you go, was the fact that you’re unstable Jake. You have some self problems and you don’t have the right to be expressing those towards the beautiful people, like me. [/color]

He takes a second to catch his breath. He licks his lips before he goes on again.

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Zero: Tonight, I hope karma repays me for these 7 stitches that have been placed onto my forehead. I hope karma makes it way around and helps propel me to the Entertainment Title. On Monday, many of you witnessed a confrontation between the current champion, Thunderkiss and I. Now, I know my track record isn’t so great here so far, but I felt that with the opportunity, I could shine. See, I’m nothing but a flower, and now that spring time has come, I’m ready to bloom. [/color]

He uses his fingers to signify a flower blooming.

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Zero: Tonight, I am given the opportunity and if everything goes accordingly, Thunderkiss will no longer be the name you cherish. Instead of trying to be like Kiss, you will all change your lives, to be like the “Pure Perfection” that is me.

Now, I know, I am the underdog once again, but it’s going to take more than a miracle to prevent me from going out to the ring, and performing to the best of my ability.

Thunder may have the power and muscle backing him up, but what I got is so much more devastating than strength.

What do I have? Intelligence. [/color]

He takes a moment and just stares into the camera.

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Zero: While he thinks it’s going to be a quick domination and boom, it’s over 1-2-3, I have other plans for him. I will use my intelligence to overcome the odds that are Thunderkiss. I’m going to avoid him, I’m going to distract him, I’m going to do whatever it takes that’s not illegal to make sure that I walk out of the ACW arena on Thursday, with gold strapped around my waist.

Thunderkiss, be ready…..’cause this flower doesn’t contain any sweet smell or pretty color. All I contain is poison, ready to be injected into the “ultimate male.”

See you in the ring.[/color]

He slowly begins to turn to the side before walking away as the shot begins to fade.

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: ACW Entertainment Title Match
Thunderkiss vs Jay Zero

The crowd doesn’t have to wait long for this contest to kick off; after the previous events of this evening, Thunderkiss is just itching to take out some frustration, and Jay Zero is the man in the firing line. Kiss does indeed make a strong start; Jay has to stay on his toes to avoid getting punched clean out in the first 30 seconds, and Kiss capitalizes on his foe’s speed by clobbering him with a static clothesline that the younger man literally runs into as he tries to build speed for an attack. Kiss immediately gets down to business and stomps his opponent a couple of times before using a classic swift leg drop (which is far quicker and less powerful than his famed finisher version) to set up the first cover. The ref counts, and Kiss earns a 2 count; Jay seems a little dazed still, and Kiss stands up and taunts his opponent as he woozily gets to his feet. The crowd boos, but this time the joke is actually on the champion; Kiss gets a little too complacent, and as he moves in to start pummeling again, Jay abruptly comes to his senses and ducks under to reach the ropes, the place where he’s most dangerous. Kiss is introduced to Jay’s springboard armdrag, and with the bigger man on the mat, Jay leaps up on to his toes and uses the ropes a second time to perform a backward flip off into a splash landing. This instantly creates a pin of its own, and Jay himself gets a 2 count. Now it’s his turn to do the taunting, and the crowd enjoys seeing Kiss get a taste of his own medicine.

If Jay’s intention was to make the Thunderous one mad, then he achieved his goal in spades; Kiss has a cold determination about him as he gets up and closes Jay down into one of the corners. Jay tries to get up high, but as soon as he does this, Kiss grabs him around the waist and falls backward, slamming Jay face first into the mat. The crowd boos again, but this time Kiss won’t be distracted; he gets up, and follows through with his flexing Elbow Drop. This gets a major amount of heat, and not all of it negative; there’s definitely an element of support out there for Thunderkiss, but that’s far from the champion’s mind now as he pins again. He earns just slightly past the two, and looks to wrap this match up quickly with the Heaven’s Door; Jay struggles against it and escapes in the nick of time. Sensing that he has a small window of opportunity, he takes everyone by surprise with a near-suicidal full frontal attack; he lacks Kiss’s strength, but it’s the last thing the champ was expecting and Jay connects with a brutal elbow to the face which messes up Kiss’s vision for a crucial second or so. With the fans roaring him on, Jay gets to the corner and executes a perfect head shot while Kiss is compromised and bent over slightly. There’s a cry of alarm from some of the fans at the impact; Jay just smirks, a little cockily, and makes the cover. 1…..2…- no! Kiss rallies and kicks out in the nick of time.

Now the crowd’s really hyped. Most people are expecting Jay’s challenge to fold in the face of a big Kiss comeback, but Kiss finds his fire met with a force of will that is equally strong, and for a good two minutes or so the battle ranges all around the ring. Jay absolutely refuses to give up control of the match, and Kiss has to expend a lot of energy keeping up as Jay comes at him from all sides; finally, Jay knocks Kiss down with a tripping move, and before Kiss can get back up properly, Jay moves in to apply the Blinded Faith (Cobra Clutch). It’s now down to pure power, physical and mental; Jay puts everything into the hold and Kiss is under great pressure, but the “Storm” of Kiss’s true strength is only just about to break, and Jay just can’t hold back the Thunder. Kiss explodes out of the hold, whips around and socks Jay with a punch clean between the eyes; the ref is not at all convinced that it’s entirely legal, but Kiss couldn’t care less, and as Jay staggers backward in a daze, Kiss lifts him up over his head and slams him down before performing his full-force leg drop as a dramatic full stop. And stop it is; Jay can’t recover from the last combo in time, and Kiss makes the pin for the 1,2,3.

The crowd boos a bit as Kiss reclaims his belt, but really they’re impressed with the match, and give both men applause. Jay looks extremely disappointed at his loss – but with a man of his character, it’ll likely just make him more determined to win next time around. As for Kiss, he acts as if there was never any doubt, and is still celebrating as the show goes to the break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Dirk Hilton Show Part 2 (Credit: Dirk Hilton)

[[Professor Folsom Floyd stands there, backstage in a locker room, with his hands covering his face that is completely in shock. He looks down a bucket of water with what appears to be something floating in it. Moments later, "Starring" Dirk Hilton walks into the room on his cell phone]]

Hilton:
Baby, when I make it to the top, you're the first one I'm coming to, you know I couldn't have done any of this without your loving. I know, I know. Speak to you soon, Mom.

[[Hilton hangs up the cell phone, and looks up to see Floyd in front of him.]]

Hilton:
Oh....hey...Fo-Flo. Didn't..uh..didn't see you there. Look, uh, Mom is my...pet name... for a girl I knew back home...and uh..it's probably best you pretend you didn't hear any of that.

Floyd:
I didn't mean it to happen, Mr. Dirk, I'm sorry.

Hilton:
Yeah, well you shouldn't be eavesdropping on my conversations, these are private conversations with family. Friends. Family friends.

Floyd:
I didn't hear your conversation, Mr. Dirk.

Hilton:
You're damn right you didn't, and another thing you need to...wait, you genuinely didn't hear did you?

[[Floyd shakes his head]]

Hilton:
Then what, for the love of my gorgeous hair, are you talking about, Fo-Flo?

Floyd:
It's a long story, but basically... your Nirvana record ended up in the bucket of water.

[[Hilton frowns, confused as he looks at Floyd and then down at the bucket of water as he pulls out the copy of Nirvana's "Nevermind" CD]]

Hilton:
And how, pray tell, did this CD, which doesn't belong to you, and instead belongs to Dirk Hilton, "the" Dirk Hilton, aka me, end up in this bucket of water, when it clearly belongs in either a CD player, or neatly organised CD rack.

Floyd:
It's all because of that mop, I decided that the floor looked a little unsanitary and wanted to give it a good clean. It helps me to focus sometimes and, well, I wanted to listen to the Nirvana so that I could be able to relate better to the youth of today. Anyway, I guess I made the floor a bit too slippy and the record ended up in the bucket.

Hilton:
The youth of today? As much as I like the album, they're about as important to the youth of today as Yo-Yos and Hula Hoops. Still, I noticed it wasn't so slippy that your head ended up in the bucket. Anything to prevent yourself from washing your hair. And what have you used in here? Acid?

Floyd:
I just used the regular cleaning chemicals that were available in the janitor's cupboard. Nothing special recipes or anything, no.

Hilton:
So none of the stuff that your sort usually put in their pipes. Which I notice was able to remain safely absent from any water-holding objects.

Floyd:
Well, I noticed the floor was dirty when I was playing the acoustic guitar over there. I decided to have a bit of a sing along as I gave the songs more of a Journey feel. Personally, I think it would've made the record a lot more commercially successful. Maybe then people would instantly know who the Nirvana are and 1 out of every 4 people would own a copy of "Nevermind" in their house. Of course, it wouldn't be called "Nevermind", it would be called "Smells Like Polly's Journey" or something marketable along those lines.

Hilton:
And of course, you'd know all about marketable, what with getting to look at this face all day. Damn, I wish I had a mirror right now. Oh wait, I do!

Floyd:
And I managed to, unfortunately, smash my guitar when the microwave went off because it was done. I tried to get up, still playing along with the record because I was in a Journey moment and, when you become that inspired, you can't just stop, but, as I got the socks out of the microwave, one dropped and I slipped on it... thus breaking the guitar.

Hilton:
You...microwave your own socks? Any other deep, dark nerdish tendancies that I need to know about? Do you stuff your underwear? Do you?

Floyd:
That's a very personal question, Mr. Dirk, but my socks had unfortunately suffered a bit of an incident. I'm afraid to say that they had a certain odor about them. And not a good odor like a warm spring morning or...

Hilton:
Me.

Floyd:
Uhh, right, yes, that's lovely, but I'm afraid to reveal that I had a smelly sock problem because of the horse excrement I stepped in over there.

[[Floyd points at a big pile of horse poop on the other side of the room, it has two noticeable footprints in it]]

Hilton:
I was wondering why there was horse crap in our locker room. I figured it was just a gift from the locals.

Floyd:
Now, well, and this could be embarassing... but sometimes, with all the steel and raw materials of these buildings, I feel I need to get back to nature. Nature is where I thrive and it's one of my top ten personal care bear topics.

Hilton:
Wait, are you telling me that you were standing in crap to get back to nature?

Floyd:
No, no, that wouldn't be the case. Well, yeah, I kind of was in the way that I was standing in the horse excrement but it wasn't intentional.

Hilton:
Is anything you do intentional? I'm still failing to see where my CD fits into all this. Where are you going?

Floyd:
I was reading a fax that was handed to me by a member of staff here. It was an important letter that was very late in arriving to me. It was very late in arriving and, well, I'm afraid I was evicted from my house because of it.

Hilton:
See, that's why you need to get some peeps. Cos if anyone wants anything to do with me, they can talk to my people.

Floyd:
You have peeps?

Hilton:
Yeah, I have peeps. Who doesn't? Did they not introduce themselves to you?

Floyd:
They did not.

Hilton:
Huh...

[[Hilton walks over to the door and opens it up, revealing a mass of about a dozen people outside the door]]

Floyd:
Are those your peeps?

Hilton:
Those are my peeps. I thought you met them at the meeting. You did know about the meeting, right?

Floyd:
No.

Hilton:
Damn it, some service I pay for.

[[Hilton starts dialing his cell phone]]

Hilton:
Jimmy, fire my peeps, And get me some new peeps. And don't just hire the same peeps with different names. I'll know.

[[Hilton hangs up the phone and looks back to Floyd as, moments later, every cell phone from the people outside the door rings. Moments later, they all walk away and new people replace them]]

Hilton:
Hmm, they'll do, I suppose. Ahhh, the benefits of being a big star, respect, power and quick-fire hiring ability. Now, back to your highly interesting, and in-no-way random story, which started to be about my CD, has gone miles away from my CD, and will hopefully return back...to my CD.

Floyd:
You got it, Mr. Dirk. Well, like I was saying, I was reading the fax and someone had a delivery for me, but I was temporarily blinded because the fax had been printed on bright yellow paper. I told the man to put the delivery over there, I didn't know it was horse excrement... I thought it was just a patch of grass.

Hilton:
This bright yellow paper over here on the floor?

Floyd:
Yes.

Hilton:
Do you have a story for why it's down there?

Floyd:
No, it just floated there.

Hilton:
Oh. [pause] Do you have a story for why the paper was bright?

Floyd:
I guess you'd have to ask the people at the office, I'm sure they have a good explanation for it.

Hilton:
Oh. So I guess that's the end of the story, huh? Nowhere else for it to go.

Floyd:
Yes, but what I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry, Mr. Dirk, but I didn't mean to destroy your Nirvana record.

Hilton:
Fo-Flo, there's an important lesson that you need to learn, and it's about respecting people's property. When you damage my CD, it's only fair that I get to damage you. Which, I suppose why it's a good job that it's not actually my CD. I stole it from another locker room.

Floyd:
Whose?

Hilton:
What am I, a librarian? I don't know. If the name on the door isn't mine, it's not important. One thing's for sure though, I'm betting that they're gonna be pissed off with you when they find out what has happened. Maybe they'll even challenge us to a match. Don't worry though, bud, if they do show up... just remember to take your medicine [he puts a can of beer on a nearby coffee table] and you'll have all the dutch courage you need.

[[Floyd looks down at the beer in a very tentative way]]

Floyd:
Beer? I've never had any of this before, it must be new.

Hilton:
[smirks] Sure you haven't. And I was "just checking under that 19 year old girl's bed for monsters". I'll catch you later man, gotta make some calls, make sure these new peeps can speak the language.

[[Hilton leaves the room, as Floyd stares bemused at the beer]]

Floyd:
I wonder if it tastes like milk.

[[Floyd continues to stare down at the can of beer, very intrigued by it, as we fade away.]]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: BK London vs Starkweather (Credit: Michael)

The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He looks from side to side, surveying the audience before making his way down the ramp.

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Meltdown feature contest, and it is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds “THE BLUEPRINT FOR SUCCESS”...BEE...KAAAAAAAAAAAY...LONDOOOOOOOOON!

Upon hitting the bottom of the rampway, the cameras get a shot directly in front of him and he does his signature *BK Pose* and the pyro shoots up behind him. His pace then quickens as he slides into the ring and makes his way toward the middle turnbuckle where he perches himself to strike another BK pose. He steps down soon enough and waits for his opponent to make his way to the ring.

The far-away sounds of Starkweather’s entrance are accompanied by the silhouette of a figure cast onto the jumbo-tron. At the very crescendo of the intro a slow-motion shot of Starkweather's bright yellow mask is shown in slow motion accompanied by television static.

Live or die... Make your choice

At the moment of impact the song begins in earnest, and Starkweather takes the stage wearing his smiley face mask before heading down to the ring amidst a sea of boos.

Phillip: And his opponent...from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds...STARKWEATHER!

Stark slides into the ring, wasting little time taking off his mask and SWAT vest before Raymond Allen Fleming calls for the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

The two men close in for the tie-up and struggle for leverage, but BK gains the quick advantage by grabbing hold of Stark’s arm with both hands and wrenching it forward. Stark rolls forward to untwist his arm. Upon getting to his feet, he grabs hold of BK’s arm and wrenches it forward. BK follows Stark’s suit and rolls forward to untwist his arm. Once BK gets to his feet, he quickly pulls his ensnared arm away to free himself of Stark’s grasp and throws up a dropkick shortly afterward. However, Stark nimbly pulls away, and BK’s strike meets only air.

They tie up again. BK sidesteps to end up behind Stark and lock arms around his waist. Stark reaches back to take hold of BK’s head and flip him forward in a snapmare. Stark tries to apply the sleeper hold, but BK ducks his head out from Stark’s reach. BK takes Stark’s arm and twists it behind his back into a hammerlock. With the hold still applied, BK rises to his feet, pulling Stark up along with him. Stark jerks his arm out of BK’s grasp and spins around so that the side of his body is facing BK. He lifts BK up into a fireman’s carry and flips him back down to the mat. Stark then wraps his arm around BK’s near arm while planting a knee into BK’s face to prevent escape. BK twists his body around to slip out from under Stark’s knee. BK pushes himself up to his feet as Stark continues to hold onto his arm. BK charges for the corner, driving Stark into it as well. RAF beckons for BK to release Stark, and he obliges, though not before decking him with a stiff haymaker.

The two meet up again in the middle of the ring for another tie-up. Stark steps around BK and wraps arms around his waist. Stark lifts BK high up into the air and slams him stomach-first onto the mat. Stark moves to a grounded BK’s head and applies a front facelock. BK fights his way back to his feet. Stark backs him up against the turnbuckle. RAF then orders him to back off. Stark does so, but pays BK back for his earlier cheap shot with a vicious roundhouse kick to the ribs.

Stark backs up into the center of the ring, awaiting for another start of action. BK doesn’t hesitate and takes another run at Stark. Stark catches him in a double leg takedown and swiftly hops onto him for the cover, but BK shoves him off before RAF can make a count. BK rolls onto all fours in an effort to get up again, but Stark pounces on him by twisting BK’s arm behind his back into a hammerlock. Stark drills a knee into BK’s elbow and further cinches in the hold. BK eventually fights his way back up and reaches behind him with his free arm to take Stark into a one-handed three-quarter facelock. BK drops to a seated position to hit Stark with a stunner that forces Stark to release him. As Stark stumbles back while favoring his jaw, BK quickly bounds to his feet and strikes with an Air London! Stark labors to his feet, only to get caught in a snap suplex from BK. BK runs to the ropes and rebounds to land a jumping seated senton. BK covers.

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BK rolls Stark onto his stomach and applies a front facelock, dragging him up to his feet soon afterward. Stark takes hold of BK’s arm and steps to the side while wrenching it forward. Stark drops an elbow onto BK’s shoulder to stun him, following up his assault with some roundhouse kicks to the gut. Stark whips BK to the ropes. When he bounces back, Stark catches him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Stark pulls BK up and clasps hands with him in a test of strength. Stark then steps forward and sweeps BK’s legs out from under him to take him down to the mat again. Stark tries to land some body splash on BK, but BK sticks his feet up into Stark’s stomach and pushes up, causing Stark to recoil back to his feet. Still clasping hands with BK, Stark pulls BK up along as well. BK hops into the air and places his feet into Stark’s stomach before falling backward to try for a monkey flip. However, Stark harnesses enough momentum to complete a full front flip and land safely on his feet. BK pops to his feet and moves in for another tie-up. BK sidesteps to end up behind Stark and lock arms around his waist. BK lifts Stark into the air, only to slam him back down to the mat. BK repositions himself to near Stark’s head and lands a knee strike into his shoulder. BK raises Stark up and decks him with some European uppercuts to back him up against the ropes. BK whips Stark to the opposite ropes. When Stark rebounds, he slides in between BK’s legs and pops up to his feet behind him. Before BK can turn to face him, he’s hoisted up and planted in a belly to back suplex. Stark with the cover.

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Stark continues his attack by locking in a sleeper hold. Despite his most concerted efforts to weigh BK down, BK makes proficient use of his ever so slight weight advantage and powers his way to his feet again. BK charges for the corner and powers Stark into the turnbuckle, shaking himself from Stark’s grasp. BK then takes the opportunity to bury his shoulder into Stark’s stomach a few times. With Stark adequately detained, BK tries to whip him into the opposite corner, but Stark counters. When BK reaches the corner, he runs up to the top rope and backflips as Stark runs underneath him. As soon as BK lands on his feet, Stark runs at him and slides between his legs. As soon as he’s directly underneath BK, Stark grabs hold of BK’s leg, tripping him up and causing him to flop face-first to the mat. Stark then rolls backward so that he’s seated on top of BK’s back and applying a half crab. However, before he can fully cinch the hold, BK claws his way to the ropes. BK escapes to the outside to find some respite, but Stark is in hot pursuit. BK leans against the barricade, only to leave himself open to some knife edge chops. Stark drags BK to the turnbuckle post and rams his face into it before rolling him back into the ring. Stark covers.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

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Stark pulls BK up and tries to whip him to the corner, but BK counters and it’s Stark who gets acquainted with the old turnbuckle. BK makes a run at Stark, and catches a European uppercut for his trouble. As BK stumbles back, Stark mounts the second rope. Before he can do anything, though, BK comes roaring back and smacks him with an Air London that sends him tumbling to the outside! BK follows and raises Stark to his feet before whipping him into the barricade. BK rolls Stark back into the ring and covers.

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BK rolls Stark over onto his stomach. While pinning Stark to the mat with his hands, BK drills him in the back with some knee strikes. BK gets to his feet and runs to the ropes. When he bounces back, BK stops in front of Stark and does a "BAAAAALLIN" taunt before dropping his knee onto the back of Stark’s neck for the BAAALLLINN' Outta Control. BK keeps his knee placed on Stark’s back while grabbing hold of his head and pulling it up. Stark twists his body to the side to pry himself loose and rises to his feet as BK still has his head in his grasp. Some elbow strikes to BK’s gut acts to loosen his grip. When BK releases him, Stark runs to the ropes, but when he rebounds, BK is right there to catch him in an overhead belly to belly suplex! BK covers.

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BK raises Stark to his feet and sets up for the London-Plex, but as he’s tossing Stark over, Stark repositions his body in midair so that he lands on his feet behind BK. When BK turns to face him, Stark steps on BK’s knee and swings his free leg around to smack him with an enzuigiri! Stark quickly rises to his feet and drops a Falling Pendulum Clothesline to BK. Stark covers.

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Stark pulls BK up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but BK counters. When Stark rebounds, BK tries to catch him in a tilt-a-whirl slam, but Stark flips over completely and lands on his feet again. Stark launches a toe kick, but BK catches his foot. Stark hops up with his free foot and slaps BK across the face with an enzuigiri! BK’s body goes limp as he flaccidly flops face-first to the mat. Stark pounces on a vulnerable BK and locks him up in the bow and arrow lock. BK fights back by wildly swinging his arm backward. Luckily, some of his punches connect with Stark’s face, forcing him to release BK. Stark raises BK to his feet and lifts him up for a belly to back suplex, but BK generates just enough extra momentum to complete a full backflip and land on his feet. BK places his head underneath Stark’s arm and hooks his near arm under Stark’s leg to set up for the Royal-Plex, but Stark drills him upside the head with some punches. But this stuns BK only momentarily as he continues his assault by hooking Stark’s arm behind his back and reaching in front of Stark’s face with his other arm to try for a crossface chickenwing. However, Stark sticks his free arm in front of his face to block BK’s other arm. After shoving BK’s free arm away from himself, Stark throws a few elbows backward into BK’s temple. BK eventually ducks, placing his head underneath Stark’s arm. BK then shoves Stark forward and into the turnbuckle. Stark runs up to the top rope and backflips off, nimbly landing on his feet in the middle of the ring. BK runs toward him, only to be caught in a gordbuster. Stark covers.

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Stark raises BK to his feet and seats him onto the top rope. Stark climbs up to the second rope and sets BK up for the superplex, but BK holds onto the top rope and buries a few punches into Stark’s ribs. BK bends Stark forward and flips over him, landing in the ring with Stark set up for a powerbomb. However, Stark holds onto the top rope to prevent BK from pulling him off the turnbuckle. BK abandons this effort and slaps Stark across the back with a clubbing forearm. BK climbs back up to the top rope, pulling Stark up so that he stands on the top rope as well. BK places his head underneath Stark’s arm and lifts him up, falling backward into the ring with a belly to back suplex from the top rope! BK covers.

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BK labors to his way up and moves over to the corner. After catching his breath, BK begins tuning up the band for the Shades of Michaels, inciting the crowd into sheer chaos. When Stark finally manages to struggle back to his feet, BK launches the concluding superkick, but Stark ducks under! BK tries for another, quicker superkick, but Stark catches his foot. Stark tosses BK’s leg to the side, spinning him around. When BK turns to face him again, Stark is there to hoist him up into belly to back driver position, eventually dropping down into a SchweinDT! Stark flips BK over onto his stomach and immediately locks in the Sensory Deprivation! BK realizes the ropes are nowhere to be found and is left with no choice but to tap!

Phillip: Here is your winner...STARKWEATHER!

There is almost complete uproar in the ACW arena at this result; RAF is already preparing to get security in to break the hold if necessary, but it seems that Dr. Starkweather is satisfied with the nature of his victory and lets go of BK without being told twice.

The look on BK’s face tells the whole story; it’s a hard loss for the double champion to take. And yet, to some people, BK’s actions are a demonstration of a real professional, those of a man who knows when to risk everything, and when discretion is sometimes the better part of valour.

Certainly there’s no negativity from the fans as BK rolls out of the ring; he looks at Starkweather once, and then walks away with his head still held high. Starkweather remains coolly unemotional; in one sense he has scored a mental victory, the kind he most desires… but it’s far from a total one.

Where the good doctor goes from here, or what his ultimate motivation in ACW is, is still anyone’s guess…

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[hunter]

Awesome show, all. Teeks and Flintstone rule your world. \m/

[Jake]

BK LOST........MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!!!!!

Good show otherwise.