Thursday Night Meltdown 10th May 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Moscow Mayhem (Credit: BK)

As we return to the outside of the arena, BK London is roaming through the streets of Moscow, stil looking for an arena that the show is taking place tonight. He wanders around the streets, aimlessly, not familiar at all with this new scenery as it appears to be different from Brooklyn, New York.

Deciding to ask for some direction, he looks to a pair playing checkers on a wooden box.

BK: Excuse me, but would you two happen to know where the Lokomotive Stadion is?

The two men don't even give BK the time of day, they continue focusing on their game of checkers. BK, being the persistant guy he is, tries again.

BK: EXCUSE ME, do you know know where the LOKOMOTIVE STADION IS LOCATED?!

They continue to ignore the former ACW Champion, and now BK's patience is wearing thin. He takes it one step further and now begins tapping on the shoulder of the burly russian.

BK: HEY!

The burly, hairy, huge russian rises up from his seat and stands at maybe 6'11". BK eye's slowly trail up his body to his eyes and now a look of fear comes across his face.

BK: ..umm...do you know..where the umm..lokomotive stadion is....sir...big...hairy...sir?

The huge Russian man begins screaming and pointing all about before kicking over his checkers set along with spit flying out his mouth and the veins bulging from out of his neck. But little did BK know, in Russian he was actually saying "Sorry lad, I didn't hear you over there. The Lokomotive Stadion appears to be about 10 minutes or so down the road."

Seeing the huge man become a livid animal scares the hell out of BK, and sends him running down the street - in the opposite direciton nonetheless.

BK: ...fuck this.

BK is off, and now the other Russian man gets up and starts screaming and carrying on aswell. Saying "What was his deal?"

BK is now about 2 minutes up the road when he is nearly run over by a huge pick up truck carrying chickens in the back.

Driver: Hey, you're that BK London fella!

BK: Hey, you speak english!

Driver: You need a ride to the arena, I'm on my way there to deliver these chickens, hop on in.

BK doesn't think twice about it and hops in the passenger seat as the car drives off.

Driver: So, you come here often?

BK: Actually, it's my second time here in Russia. And from the looks of it, it may be my last.

Driver: Oh really?

BK: Yeah, too many big burly scary russian fellas for my taste. But you said you were delivering...chickens to the arena? Why?

Driver: Something I hear with a Dan White fetish of the sort...who knows.

BK(mouthing): Dan White chicken fetish? (now speaking out loud) Well, can we put the pedal to the metal? I need to reach to the arena quick to take care of some business before the show is over.

Driver: No doubt. Buckle up, we're going for a ride.

The two speed off down the road towards the arena, leaving the question, is Jake Cheng ready for the arrival of BK?

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Play the Game, Screw the Rules (Credit: Dan/Red)

The segment opens up in the backstage area. Commissioner Dan White is signing some things for a crew member, and seems a little impatient, as though he is either waiting for something, or needs to go to the toilet really really bad. He continues talking to this crew member, but the camera doesn't quite pick up what he is saying as he waffles on.

Que Mr. Red. Red looks a little nervous, as he walks down the corridor. A camera follows from just behind him as he approaches Dan White, who has his back turned to Red as he continues speaking to the crew member. Red gets to Dan, and quite nervously taps him on the shoulder. Dan turns around, looking quite annoyed or angry, or basically, not happy to see Red.

Red: Hey Dan, I just had a question about the booking you were going to be doing for the next show I mean I know that you're quite a busy person especially being a Commisioner and all...but I still think that you might be able to take the time to hear me out and hopefully give me a chance at fighting for the Entertainment Championship?

Dan looks perplexed at first, but comes to his senses.

Dan: Oh...my god. Red, just when I was thinking of how anything could possible turn my headache into a migraine...poof, there you are! Is it not physically possible for you to breathe at all when you talk? It's like an annoying tone ringing in my ear every time you speak!

Red: Well Dan I just thought that since I've been doing pretty well you'd give me to chance to have a title shot since I-

Dan: Breathe Red! Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...do you not understand how annoying it is? Look Red. You have a win/loss record so damn shameful that I think Kansas City Royals are complaining. In fact, hear they are on the phone.

Dan mimics putting a phone to his ear.

Dan: Hello, is that the Royals? What's that? You want your disgraceful defeat record back? Well I'll just hand you to my pal Mr. Red over here.

He "hands" the imaginary phone to Red. Red seems confused and reluctant to play along, but Dan mockingly encourages him to answer the "phone."

Red: Umm...hello?

Dan: Red, shut up.

He swats Red's hand away from his ear.

Dan: Listen up, jackass. You prove to me that you aren't another inconcievable idiot like we have on this roster and there might, just might be a chance that you get what would be, admittedly, a very undeserving title shot. Now go, piss off, do something useful for a change.

Dan waves Red away, who looks a bit clueless and mind-blown. But the message still remains there for Red, who now knows what he must do if he wants to impress Dan White.

END.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Nick Durden and Renix Williams vs Jason Freeman (Credit: BK)

Before the match can even start, Jason Freeman decides to get the upperhand in the match by attacking Nick Durden and Renix from behind simultaneously. He manages to grab the bigger member of the team, Durden obviously, and ram his shoulder repeatedly into the ring post so he is unable to battle. Durden screams in pain on the mat on the outside and now Jason Freeman looks to capitalize on his attack by gaining an easy win over Renix William. This wouldn't prove that easy as the International Champion thought. Renix would manage to surprise Freeman with various high flying manuever, hurricanranas, crossbodies, and even pull a moonsault out of her arsenal but it just wasn't enough to put away Freeman. Renix attempted a Springboard Hurricanrana from on the apron, but Freeman managed to deliver a dropkick right to her face sending her to the outside..

Renix is slow to get back to her feet, and the referee is now at the eight count but Freeman wants to make her suffer - and he brings her back into the ring. He lifts her over his head and looks for a Gorilla Press, but Durden manages to rise up from the ground about 10 minues later and trip the legs of the International Champion. Renix falls right on Freeman, and Carter Donovan starts the count but Freeman manages to kick out right after two.

Freeman delivers a baseball slide to Durden on the outside, sending his shoulder right into the barricade. He turns around and Renix plants him in the mat with a vicious DDT. She is slow to return to her feet, but once she does, she looks for her Devious Drop (No Hands Lionsault) - but Freeman gets his knees up. Before Renix can fall on her back, he rolls her up in a Small Package to gain a quick win in the match. Durden rolls into the ring to attend to his girlfriend and Freeman rolls out before grabbing his International Title. The pair simply stare down the superstar as we fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Opportunity Shoves (Credit: Red)

Mr. Red is shown walking backstage to his locker room. He walks in and sits down next to girlfriend, Mrs. Red, who is reading a magazine. She puts her magazine down and snuggles closer to her man.

Mrs. Red: What did Dan say? Que dice?

Mr. Red: To be honest…I really don’t know. He got all angry and went “Scrubs” on my ass.

Mrs. Red: Scrubs?

Mr. Red: Yep…the doctor show that we was watching the other day?

Mrs. Red: Did you tell him about your idea?

Mr. Red: I was going to but he went crazy.

Mrs. Red: Que stupido. He is just an idiot that doesn’t care about anyone else.

Mr. Red: You’re not kidding. Let’s make our way to the ring area for my match.

The couple made their way down the hallway to get ready for their match. On their way down the hall, Mr. Red ran into a figure of the past.

Jake: Hey, dude. Long time no see. How have things been?

Mr. Red put his arm around his lady.

Mr. Red: Things have been going great.

Mrs. Red: Maybe you can tell him about your idea.

Jake: Idea? Look, I don’t have time to hang around listen. To be honest, I don’t give a rats ass about anything you think of. Now get out of my way.

Jake pushed past the other two, making sure to go out of his way enough to give Mrs. Red a forceful shove back into her man. Then he disappeared down the hall. Mr. Red started to give chase but was held up by Mrs. Red.

Mrs. Red: Esperas. Wait. You will get your shot here in a second. Don’t waste time now. Beat him in the ring.

Red stared down the hall for a second then turned his attention back to Mrs. Red to make sure she is ok as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Note (Credit Scott Andrews)

After last weeks narrow defeat, Scott Andrews isn’t about to sit around and take defeat lightly. For if not for being trapped outside the ring he could have come to the aid of his Senatorial stable mate and prevented the doctor’s painful submission from becoming too much to handle. But alas, they were defeated, and Scott’s plans to prove himself aren’t going the way he would like.

He sits in the Senatorial locker room, as bare as it is; perhaps this is to aid his concentration. The less distractions the better.

On his lap rests a copy of the monthly ACW magazine. He sifts through it, trying to take his mind off of his worries; the defeat, but also the words of one Alicia Kitsune resounding in his head.

Scott: Why is there nothing in here about Scott Andrews?!

Butch stops his game of solitaire to answer Scott’s question.

Butch: Maybe they don’t think you’re a threat anymore. What have you done lately that would be magazine worthy?

Scott: Not a threat?! I’m always a threat, Butch, always! As for magazine worthy things, what about ending the career of one of ACW’s most beloved superstars in Latino?! You’re trying to tell me that’s not magazine worthy?
Butch: Maybe it’ll be in next months issue…

Scott: It bloody well better be…Did you see where I put my Gigabeat? I’m gonna go for a run.

Butch: I think I saw it in your locker.

Scott: Ok, I’ll go have a look.

As Scott gets up a small piece of paper floats from his pants to the floor. Butch walks over and picks it up. He takes a quick glance before double checking and taking a better look. His eyes light up and he looks towards the lockers; the direction Scott wandered off in. He folds the paper up and puts it in his leather jacket before going back to playing cards.

Scott comes back with his head phones on and dressed to go for exercise. He gives Butch a wink.

Scott: Ya’ can’t forget ya’ cardio, Butch! Well I’m off, to the gym, daddy! I’ll be back before ya’ know it! …Don’t eat any of my Oreo’s…they’re mine.

Butch rolls his eyes and laughs sarcastically. He obviously knows something Scott doesn’t want him to. And what was on that note? Tune in next time.

FADE OUT.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Musical Interlude

It’s been a busy night so far for Commissioner Dan. He is looking forward to putting his feet up and watching the rest of the show from his plush office; however, when he arrives he discovers that he has an uninvited guest. Alicia has her feet up on his desk, watching what appears to be torture set to a repetitive beat on Dan’s mighty plasma TV.

Dan: What in the name of Cashel Blue is going on here? This is MY office, not your powder room!

Alicia: Chill, Daniel, chill. I haven’t touched any of your stuff, I’m just watching the Eurovision semi-finals.

Dan glances at the screen and grimaces at a particularly shrill note. He turns the TV off with a glare.

Dan: Firstly, you know what my feelings are on the fucking Eurovision.

Alicia rolls her eyes.

Alicia: “A pathetic waste of taxpayers’ hard earned cash based on the utopian delusion that a multi-lingual and multi-cultural group of countries can somehow all join together in peaceful union”… yes, I remember your tirade on that quite well, thank you.

Dan: All right. Second… why the hell are you in here? You have a match to get to in about three minutes.

Alicia: No, apparently I don’t.

Dan folds his arms.

Dan: Are you trying to smart-mouth me? I set the card myself, if I say you wrestle, you wrestle!

Alicia puts her hands on her hips.

Alicia: And that’s precisely what I would like to do, but it appears that someone else has made Mr. Flamingo a challenge which he can’t refuse.

As Alicia finishes speaking, Dan’s phone rings. He picks it up, and becomes more annoyed by the second until finally he slams it down.

Dan: There will be consequences to this, believe me. Right, well there’s no time to change it back now…

Alicia: So what should I do, oh munificent commissioner?

Dan scowls.

Dan: I couldn’t give a flying toss, so long as you do it away from my office. Go and amuse yourself, dammit!

With that, Dan shoves Alicia out and slams the door. Alicia huffs, and catches a view of herself in the glass panel; a wry smile creeps across her face.

Alicia: So I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go? Can’t have that…

She strides off down the corridor as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: Adrian Flamingo vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: Michael)

As “What I Want” by Daughtry blares over the PA, Nick Durden can be seen standing in the center of the ring with mike in hand. Nick’s music quickly cuts and is soon replaced by...

STAYIN’ ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!

“Stayin’ Alive” by the Fugees plays as pink lights fill the arena. Adrian Flamingo, sporting the signature feathered boas, headband, aviator sunglasses, and poofy entrance coat, struts his way down the entrance ramp. The supposedly kinder, gentler Flamingo actually takes some time to acknowledge the fans in the form of slapping hands and pointing to them.

Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...from Venice Beach, California...weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...“ASTONISHING”...ADRIAN...FLAMINGOOOOOO!

Maxwell McNally: Maxwell McNally here, welcoming you back to yet another edition of Thursday Night Meltdown, and up next is a match borne out of, how shall we say, interesting circumstances.

Eddie Edison: That’s right, Max, earlier tonight Nick Durden voiced his displeasure at the mistakes his short-lived tag team partner, Adrian Flamingo has made in the two matches they’ve been tagging together, both of which resulted in losses. Some heated words were exchanged, leading to a challenge from Adrian Flamingo. However, Durden wasn’t quite so quick to take Flamingo up on that challenge, saying that Flamingo must first prove his mettle against an opponent of his choosing, hence the reason we are here tonight.

Flamingo marches up the steps and enters the ring. He meets Nick in the center of the ring as the lights turn back to normal and the music cuts. Nick raises the mike to his mouth.

Nick: All right, Mr. Flamingo. I see you’ve stepped away from the nail salon long enough to show up for this match, so that’s a good sign. Now, as all you know by now, I invited Adrian out here to prove that he’s still got what it takes to trade blows with the best of the best. Now, obviously, it was quite difficult to call up an upper echelon superstar on such short notice, but when you’re Enigmatic Charisma, very few things are out of reach. Rest assured, I’ve found a superstar that is truly top tier. So without further ado, ladies and germs of Moscow, I present to you a truly transcendent talent...ACW’s very own...GARY!

“Loser” by Beck hits as Gary steps out from behind the curtains, much to the confusion of everyone in the stadium.

McNally: Well, not to slight Gary or anything, but I have to admit he isn’t the first person that comes to mind when I think “transcendent talent.”

Gary makes his way to the ring, waving enthusiastically to the bemused fans throughout, before sliding into the ring. Nick exits the ring and takes a seat next to the timekeeper. Flamingo can’t quite understand this either, but eventually just begins warming up for the match. Just as Joey Reynolds is about to call for the bell, we get another unexpected visitor as “I’m a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield resounds, signaling the arrival of none other than Alicia Kitsune.

Edison: Well, now all somebody’s gotta do is toss in the kitchen sink and we’d have quite a fracas.

Now it’s Nick’s turn to stare in disbelief as AK walks down the entry ramp and around the ring to take a seat next to McNally:

McNally: Good evening to you, Alicia, it’s always a pleasure to have you around, but I can’t say this doesn’t come as something of a surprise.

AK: Well, you see, Max, it was I who was supposed to be in this match against Adrian Flamingo tonight, but an overzealous someone wanted to play booker and decided to change things at the last minute. So seeing as how I now have nothing to do tonight, I decided I might as well lend my services in another area.

Edison: Like Max said, Alicia, it’s always a pleasure to have you around, and of course we’d welcome you to this fine announce table.

AK: Thanks, Eddie. I think I’ve got some Rolos stashed in my pocket, want one?

Edison: Don’t mind if I do! Max?

McNally: Oh, sure, thanks a lot…

Nick is still giving AK the “WTF?!” look as Reynolds finally calls for the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

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Flamingo and Gary start with the rudimentary tie-up. Gary breaks the struggle by throwing Flamingo’s arm to the side to spin him around. Now behind Flamingo, Gary locks in a full nelson. Before Gary can full cinch in the hold, Flamingo jerks his body to the side to break free and end up behind Gary before locking arms around his waist. Gary spins around and wraps his arm around Flamingo’s head, trapping him in a front facelock. Flamingo takes hold of Gary’s arm and wrenches it forward. Flamingo then twists Gary’s arm behind his back into a hammerlock. Gary drops to his knees and uses his free arm to sweep Flamingo’s legs out from under him. Gary then grabs Flamingo’s leg and flips him backward so that he ends up on his feet again. As Flamingo rolls back to his feet, Gary pops back up and gets behind Flamingo to lock arms around his waist. Flamingo reaches between his legs, hoping to grab hold of Gary’s leg, but Gary releases Flamingo and quickly takes hold of his hands. Gary then pulls Flamingo’s arms through his legs so that Flamingo flips forward and lands on his back. Still holding onto Flamingo’s hands, Gary plants a knee across Flamingo’s neck.

McNally: Both competitors starting off with a proficient demonstration of mat chain wrestling.

AK: Yes, not bad, though Flamingo could’ve countered that into some kind of pin. Come on Adrian, give it some!

Flamingo throws his foot up to catch Gary between the eyes, forcing Gary to release him. Flamingo then rolls backward to wrap his legs around Gary’s head before flipping forward to flip Gary over in a headscissors takedown. Both men bound to their feet. Gary acts first by running at Flamingo and knocking him down with a shoulder block. Gary runs to the ropes. Flamingo rolls over onto his stomach, allowing Gary to hurdle over him and continue running to the opposite ropes. When Gary bounces off, Flamingo pops to his feet and catches him in an arm drag. Gary rolls through the impact and ends up on his feet. Flamingo runs at him, and Gary catches him in a wheelbarrow. Gary lifts Flamingo up and tosses him forward and back down to the mat. Gary moves toward Flamingo to go for the pin, but Flamingo has recovered and manages to get to his knees to sweep Gary’s feet out from under him with his arm. Flamingo bounces on the prostrate Gary for the pin, but Gary merely shoves him off. The two get to their feet. They clasp hands in a test of strength, but Gary acts first again by launching a toe kick into Flamingo’s gut. Gary then twists Flamingo’s arm forward. Gary releases Flamingo’s arm but quickly traps him in a standing headscissors. Gary lifts Flamingo up for a powerbomb, but Flamingo counters that into a DDT! Flamingo pulls Gary up and whips him into the corner. Flamingo runs at Gary, but Gary moves out of the way, leaving Flamingo to crash into the turnbuckle. Flamingo stumbles backward in a daze.

AK: You know, Flamingo kinda looks like Nick after a few Bacardi breezers…

Gary locks arms around Flamingo’s waist. Flamingo throws a few elbows back into Gary’s head. Gary eventually releases Flamingo, who then runs for the ropes. When Flamingo bounces off, he’s caught in a powerslam!

AK: Nice, that’s Gary stealing a page out of my book, if I do say so myself.

Edison: Max, pinch me, am I actually seeing this?

Gary covers.

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KICKOUT

Gary raises Flamingo to his feet and tries to whip him into the corner, but Flamingo counters and sends Gary into the corner. Flamingo runs at Gary, but Gary gets out of the way and moves back to the center of the ring. However, instead of colliding with the turnbuckle like he did last time, Flamingo runs up to the top rope and leaps backward to deck an unsuspecting Gary with a back elbow strike! Flamingo gets to his feet and begins sizing up Gary as he rises up as well. As soon as Gary gets up again, Flamingo locks in the Wet Dream!

AK: Ouch, that’s a brutal submission move, about as unbreakable as Nick’s addiction to dramatic moments.

Gary desperately reaches for the ropes, but his resolve doesn’t match that of Flamingo, who steadfastly holds Gary in the center of the ring. Gary is eventually unable to resist the tapout!

DING, DING, DING!

Phillip: Here is your winner...“ASTONISHING”...ADRIAN...FLAMINGO!

McNally: And just like that, Flamingo has earned his spot at Spring Into Hell.

AK: Yes, that’s solid work from our Astonishing co-worker. Ah, and the now traditional celebration… I do enjoy a bit of good showmanship.

Flamingo struts flamboyantly around the ring as “Stayin’ Alive” resounds throughout the arena. However, Nick acts to break up the celebration.

Nick: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second, you honestly didn’t think I’d let you off that easy? You see, Flamingo, you didn’t quite catch the full terms of our agreement. I said you’d have to beat anybody of my choosing. Well, I never said I’d choose just one opponent, now did I?

Edison: I had a feeling Gary wouldn’t be Nick’s only choice to test Flamingo’s mettle. Perhaps his next choice will be more logical.

Nick: So while you do deserve your moment in the sun for getting past the first leg of your challenge, believe me when I say you’re far from done. So allow me to introduce to you your next opponent, or as I should say, opponents...

McNally: Ah, a handicap match. This should certainly be much more of a challenge.

Edison: But which team will Nick choose? The Royles? The Capitalists? The Drinkin Boyz?

Nick: ...hailing all the way from the proud land of Madagascar, on loan from Madagascar Pro Wrestling...the team of SUPER BLUE CROSS NUMBER SIX and SIMOLEAN JOE!

Generic techno music plays and strobe lights flash as the two MPW superstars appear onstage. Those of you well-versed in Paparazzi Productions will recognize these two as the wrestlers hired by Alex Shelley to prepare Kevin Nash for his match against Chris Sabin at Hard Justice 2006. The two make a beeline for the ring and slide in just as Reynolds calls for another bell.

DING, DING, DING!

Super Blue Cross Number Six first charges at Flamingo, but he’s promptly tossed over in a back body drop. Simolean Joe tries his luck, but he just gets flung over in a hip toss for his trouble. Super Blue Cross Number Six gets to his feet, just in time to catch a bionic elbow across the crown of his head. When Simolean Joe gets to his feet again, Flamingo scoops him up and slams him right across the sternum of Super Blue Cross Number Six. Flamingo climbs to the top rope and feints for a 450 splash, but instead comes soaring off to land a 1978 Flamingo Special across Simolean Joe’s neck!

Edison: Incredible Flamingo Special! I’m always astonished when I see that move.

AK: I’ve been working on something similar on my trampoline, except I add a triple sal cal lutz somewhere in the air. It looks brilliant, it just has the minor downside of there being a 99% chance I’ll kill myself on landing…

Flamingo places one foot on top of Simolean Joe’s chest, effectively pinning both his opponents.

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DING, DING, DING!

Phillip: Here is your winner...“ASTONISHING”...ADRIAN...FLAMINGOOOOOO!

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McNally: Well, we can’t call that a hard fought victory, but certainly an impressive one nonetheless.

Nick rises from his seat and speaks up again.

Nick: Alright, bravo, bravo. I am a man who gives credit where credit is due, and you did manage to get past MPW’s elite team without any trouble, so you’ve earned a bit of my respect there. However, it’s not quite enough just yet. You see, to truly prove that you deserve a chance to go one on one with me, you must overcome a foe so formidable that there’s only one word to describe him. And that one word is none other than...SHORYUKEN!

“Spybreak!” by Propellerheads plays as Ken “Shoryuken” Masterson makes his (less than) triumphant return to ACW action, inciting a decent pop from the early 90’s video game nerds. Ken hops onto the apron and enters the ring before removing his gi top. Reynolds calls for the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

Flamingo and Ken move in for the tie-up. Ken takes hold of Flamingo’s arm and wrenches it forward. Flamingo uses his free arm to throw some punches into Ken’s gut. Ken counters with a knife edge chop that sends Flamingo reeling to the ropes. Ken whips Flamingo to the opposite ropes. When Flamingo bounces back, Ken tries to decapitate him with a roundhouse kick, but Flamingo ducks. Before Ken can turn to face Flamingo again, Flamingo reaches behind his head to grab hold of Ken’s neck and drops down into a seated position to hit the Cradle Robber! Flamingo covers.

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KICKOUT

Flamingo pulls Ken to his feet and whips him into the corner. Flamingo mounts the second rope and drills 10 wild punches down into the crown of Ken’s head. Flamingo dismounts and pulls Ken back to the center of the ring. Flamingo gets behind Ken and locks him in the Wet Dream! However, Ken shows some great instincts and powers his way backward, drilling Flamingo into the corner. Unfortunately for Reynolds, though, he’s standing in the way and gets sandwiched between Flamingo and the turnbuckle! With the ref unconscious, Nick suddenly springs into action. While Ken drags a dazed Flamingo back to the center of the ring, Nick pops up from his seat and folds up the chair before sliding into the ring. Nick then drills a chair shot into the head of an unsuspecting Ken! Nick then turns to Flamingo and decks him with a chair shot as well!

Edison: Durden has just cleared house! But what’s the meaning of this?! This is dangerous, DAAAAANGEROUS, I tell you!

Nick takes Flamingo’s limp arm and drapes it over Ken’s chest! Reynolds shakes himself back into a state of semi-consciousness to make the count.

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DING, DING, DING!

Phillip: Here is your winner...“ASTONISHING”...ADRIAN...FLAMINGOOOOOO!

McNally: And while Adrian Flamingo is usually the one who astonishes us, Nick Durden certainly threw one hell of a curveball at us tonight.

AK: We seem to have underestimated Mr. Durden. I take it back, it was worth it to sit out of this match. I’m not going to be the one to pick up the pieces when Flamingo regains consciousness, mind you.

Fade out with a shot of Nick glaring down at a still unconscious Flamingo.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Wreath (Credit: Hunter / Dan)

As the scene slowly fades in, the audience instantly begins to adjust its collective eyes on the dark figure brooding around the dark halls of the temporary ACW headquarters. They must focus a bit hard to see that the brooding dark figure is none other than Brimstone, former International Champion and Enigma Extraordinaire. His stride clearly contains elements of anger, and the slight gritting of his teeth also points to that emotion. He eventually walks into the more business oriented side of the building, away from the wrestlers and technicians, and walks up to a door that reads "Commissioner." His presence before this door is only slightly surprising, primarily because if one wanders into that part of the building, chances are they wish to speak to Ginger (or his acting replacement, in this case). It is just odd that he, of all people, is there in the first place. He knocks slowly and waits before a booming voice answers from behind the door.

Dan: What?

Brimstone pauses slightly, even considering leaving, but instead he decides against it and walks into the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Dan looks up from his chair and continues to fiddle around with the Rubik's cube in his hands.

Dan: ...the hell do you want, newbie?

Brimstone: You called me over.

Dan blinks squarely, and then takes his feet off the desk and throws the cube behind him. He begins to dig through the various papers on the desk before pulling out one that is in rather poor condition.

Dan: Right, right...ah, okay, you had a phone call from New York made last week to India, right? And you called that office a few times from Australia?

Brimstone: Yeah.

Dan: And you charged it to us?

Brimstone: Yeah.

Pause.

Dan: Listen Sally, I know it's your first time touring out of the country, but you can't go and make long distance calls to your lover so frequently. I'm sure he appreciates it and all, and the "welcome home" sex will be fantastic, but it's not gonna cut it.

Brimstone manages to slightly raise his right eyebrow, but this does not interest Dan in the slightest. He continues to skim over the paper and waits for a response.

Brimstone: Take it from my paycheck if you want.

Dan: ...what?

Brimstone: You heard me. It's not that much.

Dan looks up at Brimstone with a "you're kidding, right?" expression on his face.

Dan: You've gotta be the first person in ACW to actually accept responsibility. I admire that, as much as it pains me to say it.

Pause.

Dan: So we'll just not pay you for a week and be done with it. Consider the rest to be compensation for having to deal with this crap.

Clearly Brimstone is irritated with this, but he doesn't have much of a reaction to it.

Brimstone: Anything else?

Dan: Yes, of course.

He pulls out another piece of paper and looks it over briefly.

Dan: You put in a request to have an International Championship match with Jason Freeman at Spring Into Hell.

Brimstone: Yes I did.

Dan: Well what the hell makes you think you deserve it?

Brimstone: I don't have to answer that question; it's a private matter between myself and Ginger.

Dan: Ah, unfortunately for you, Ginger hadn't signed it yet. And, funnily enough, he put yours truly in charge. So, yeah, you do have to answer the question.

Brimstone exhales sharply and looks down at his feet, then back at Dan.

Brimstone: Ginger decided to grant me the match because he felt that it really was a fluke win on his part, and I never got my rematch.

Pause. Dan scrunches his face up a bit.

Dan: That's it?

Brimstone: ...yes.

Dan: Yeah, not believing you.

Brimstone: That's your problem.

Dan: If I don't believe you then I won't bother signing off on his thing.

Brimstone groans audibly, to Dan's pleasure.

Brimstone: It's a personal favor I'm doing for Ginger.

Dan: What is it?

Brimstone: ...he wants me to take the title off of Freeman.

Dan: Why?

Brimstone: Because he thinks he's a shitty champion.

Dan: Well obviously. The guy can't even string two wins together.

Brimstone: And that's it. He felt my reign was rather good, whereas Freeman's is a joke. The man lost to Brian Carnage for fuck's sake.

Dan: Good point...all right, fine, I'll give it to you. Do you have a match tonight?

He asks the latter question whilst signing the paper. Brimstone slowly nods, and after finishing his signature, Dan sees this.

Dan: Okay, you can go back to your room in that case.

Brimstone turns around without hesitation, opens the door, and steps out. Just as he turns to the right, Dan's voice calls back to him.

Dan: No no no, sport. Your hotel room. You have the night off.

Brimstone doesn't look back at him, and instead he groans once more and turns to the left, leaving a smirking Dan behind a newly shut door. Dan grabs the Rubik's cube from the floor, throws his legs upon the desk once more, and returns to fiddling around with it, all the while smiling. Supposedly, he accomplished what he set out to do. Brimstone, on the other hand, has surely seen a few things not go his way. So who will be the one to suffer from this?

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Finding Perspective
(Credit: AK, Senator)

As the show returns, the camera focuses in on Senator Steve Phillips, as he finishes up some pesky paperwork at his desk in the sparsely decorated Senatorial Office. More so than usual, his penstrokes appear to be harsh and almost violent, as he hurriedly tosses papers aside to clear space for the next ones.

The Senator:(Mumbling to himself) About time I finished this stuff...it's takin' forever and then some...

Suddenly, a knock at the door sounds, drawing the politician/wrestler away from the stack of paper at his desk.

Senator: I am rather busy at the moment, please return in a few minutes!

??: Oh, Ok… if you’re sure you don't have a little time to spare?

The Senator recognizes the voice, as do quite a number of the crowd. The door opens up a little and Alicia Laureano peeks around to see if the Senator is as busy as he claims.

Senator: Alicia? Sure, I could sure use a break from this infernal labor of the mind and pen, anyway.

Reassured that she’s not interrupting, Alicia comes in and looks around at the newly sparce office.

Senator: So, then, what brings you here to my humble office? If this is something about Victor taking off, and you feeling lonely...no, you are hardly the type to bother my time with that tripe. My guess, then, if I can recall some choice words from Monday, is that you have some advice, instead.

AK: You could put it like that. I just wanted to see how you’re bearing up… you’ve not been your normal moderate self the last couple of weeks, for good reason. And when someone manages to ruffle your impeccable feathers, I know there’s bound to be repercussions. In this case, though, those ripples could spread far wider than just your own quarrel, and that is probably what your opponents want.

Senator: Trust me, I know just how far to take things.
Alicia frowns a little.

AK: With the greatest of respect, Steve, are you certain that you have this all worked out? Wyvern was never a simpleton, and paired with Starkweather and Saito, there’s almost nothing he’d baulk at. No one wants to see you get hurt for the sake of something as shallow as a belt.

The Senator folds his arms with a chill look.

Senator: This is about far more than just a strap with a plate of gold, and as such, I frankly do not care if I have to cut a hole in the top of that cage, set myself on blazing fire, and pull off my best Jimmy Snuka imitation! This is war, dangnabit, and the ramifications are too widespread, are too signifigant for me to rely on the old ways, not this time...you remember back when I once faced Latino, several years ago...you remember how far I went in that match. I respected Latino, despite our animosity, we both knew that we were fighting for the same goal, that we had similar motivations. We did, after all, forgo the brass knuckles that a certain individual named Mercer Stanton tried to include in the match. This time, it's no respect, no rules, no mercy, no forgiveness, no boundaries! Wyvern must pay, both for my personal vengence, and for the sake of the company!

Alicia seems a little taken aback by the fire of the Senator’s response.

AK: Your passion is quite something… I have to admit, I’ve missed seeing that warrior side of you. But I fear it, too… it was what drove you when you unleashed the Nuclear Option on my husband. He still feels the effects, from time to time… if that’s what you’re capable of in an honorable match, I don’t want to think about what would happen if you were pushed that far in an all-out war…

The Senator is clearly remembering the night in question, and his tone becomes a little more contemplative.

Senator: Oh yes, the Nuclear Option, I sealed it, didn't I! Didn't want to risk really hurting anyone that badly again, didn't want to do something, like break someone's neck and end their career! Or risk giving someone a truly serious concussion, before driving their head into the mat, again, and again, and again! Well, Alicia, this time, perhaps the gloves are off, perhaps it's time I decide to find something even better, more effective at inflicting grievous harm to the human physique...and when I do find it, I will not so much as hesitate to use it, and that, my old friend, is nothing...but the truth.

Alicia smiles. She simply can’t help but feel a buzz at hearing the Senator at his oratorical best, even if his words give cause for concern.

AK: Heh… that never gets old, Steve, I have to hand it to you. No one coins a phrase like you do…

She leans back in her chair a little.

AK: It’s easy when things get difficult to look for a quick fix, isn’t it? We are a curious breed… whenever something goes wrong, we immediately start to ask ourselves what we have to change to put things right. And if we’re not careful, we can end up discarding the very things which make us strong in the first place.

Alicia smiles ruefully, evidently holding up her own mistakes figuratively as evidence.

AK: I didn’t come here to give you a lecture. All I really want to say is, after thinking carefully about it… I still believe that Senator Steve Philips, ACW legend and technical master, has what it takes to shatter Wyvern’s façade of confidence. I think we both know that he’s just another toy for the two real architects of this travesty, and eventually he’ll get what’s coming to him on that front. Just… don’t let him steal away that spirit of fair competition which has defined your career while you’re taking him down. People who’ve sold their souls will often try to drag others down with them to the same murky depths.

It falls quiet for a moment or two before the Senator speaks again.

Senator: Points are all well taken. I am tiptoeing on a thin line, but a little perspective never hurt. Thanks for the kind words, and I will attempt to remember them when I do step into that barbaric structure. That, I assure you, is indeed the truth. Do let Victor know that I expect to hear from him in his new life, I shall not take no for an answer there. You take care now, and do not forget that if you ever need help around here, the ol' Stable's always the cornerstone of ACW, always ready to help someone who asks for it.

AK: That’s good to know… I’ll keep it in mind, and you know the arrangement’s mutual. Thanks for your time, I’ll let you get back to the joy of paper shuffling.

The two old colleagues, friends, and sometimes, foes, shake hands, and share a quick smile of old remembrances. The Senator turns back around as AK walks out of the doorway, and out of sight, going back to put the finishing touches on his work, but this time, perhaps with a little less of the angry energy than before.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Mr. Red vs Jake Cheng (Credit: BK)

Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 197lbs, from Hong Kong, China, he is the ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, "The Asian Extraordinaire" Jake Cheng!

"4 Words (To Choke Upon)” by Bullet For My Valentine bumps through the speakers and the self-proclaimed, greatest Light Heavyweight Champion steps through the curtains onto the stage with the Light Heavyweight Championship rested upon his shoulder. He struts down to the ring to a sea of boos from the Russian crowd. He gets various Russian insults thrown at him, but since he doesn't necessarily know what they are saying, he doesn't seem to be offended at all. Jake rolls under the bottom rope into the ring before holding his championship high over his head.

Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 200lbs, from Columbus, Ohio, accompanied by Mrs. Red, Mr. Red!

"Red's Fan" by Freekbass sounds through the speakers, but rather taking his time to strut down to the ring, Red bursts through the curtain and makes a b-line for the ring. Mrs. Red follows him, briskly walking, and now the fired up Mr. Red slides in the ring and the bell sounds for the match to start.

*The Bell Rings*

Jake looks to take Red out with a clothesline at the start, but Red manages to duck under his offensive manuever and bounce off the ropes. Jake turns around and Mr. Red takes him down with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors than nearly sends the Light Heavyweight Champion flying out of the ring. Jake lands by the ropes and makes it to his face before being pummeled by Red with several right hands to his jaw. The former Entertainment Champion follows up by irish whipping his opponent across the ring and delivers a huge back body drop Jake, sending a surge of cheers throughout the crowd. Jake rises up shortly after and Red stalks him from behind before taking him and himself over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Red lands on his feet while Jake takes a bit of a harder fall to the ground on the outside and the Red's Fan continues to capitalize on the upper hand he has kept in the match thus far. He picks up Jake and smashes his head on the apron several times before whipping him hard into the ring barrier which gets an applause from Mrs. Red across the ring. Jake writhes in pain, holding his back on the ground, but Red doesn't seem to be finished just yet. He stalks Jake as he attempts to get up, and finally when Jake does Red looks for his Jump Swinging DDT, but the champion uses his head and manages to hold the top of the ring barrier to prevent himself from falling - but Red doesn't have the same luck.

Red lands neck first on the thin padded mat below and Mrs. Red begins to make her way over in concern, but referee Joey Reynolds tells her to get back. Jake takes a breather, definitely exhausted from the offense by Red - but he knows that he has to stay on him to now allow him to get his second wind. Jake grabs the legs of Mr. Red and pulls him over to the ring post before completing a Sling Shot Catapult, sending the former Entertainment Champion head first into the unforgiving steel. Red lays motionless on the floor below and when he turns over from his back you can see that he has been busted open by Jake's attack. Jake gets back up to his feet and he rolls Red into the ring before looking for the first cover of the match, but Mrs. Red manages to rush over and puts Red's foot on the bottom rope before Reynolds can count the three. Jake realizes this and he slides out of the ring and begins to make his way towards Mrs. Red. Scared out of her mind, she begins backing up and suddenly she trips. Red sees this and makes his way over to the ropes where he grabs Jake by his dreads. Jake screams in pain while hopping up on the apron to alleviate the pain, and finally gets Red off by decking him in the jaw. Red staggers backwards a bit and Jake springboards off the top rope and looks for his Killing in the Name, but Red manages to duck under it at the last second.

Jake lands on his feet and turns around right into the kick in the abdomen. He delivers a huge Code Red to Jake, that gets the crowd on their feet and now Reynolds slides on over for the cover. Jake manages to escape the pin right before three and Red is beginning to become frustrated as the blood continues to pour down his face. Mrs. Red is making her way up to her feet slowly on the outside, and now Red picks up Jake to whip him into the ropes - but Jake counters it. Red is sent into the ropes, and without even looking at the participant, Mrs. Red grabs Red's leg by mistake and trips him. Red slowly gets up after holding his nose and turns around, wondering what was the deal with that. Mrs. Red forgives him and Mr.Red turns around to get back in the match but he is layed out by...the Shades of Michaels. Mindgames by Jake, but now he sets up Red on his knees to further execute his finishing manuever the Second Heartbeat. It bring Red back down to the mat and it's simply elementary from there my dear watson. ONE, TWO, THREE!

*The Bell Rings*

Phillip: And the winner of this match, Jake Cheng!

"4 Words (To Choke Upon)” sounds through the speakers as Jake rises up from his tough battle with Mr. Red. Reynolds awards him his Light Heavyweight Championship, but instead of simply accepting it he snatches it out of the referee's hands to stand on the middle rope and celebrate his victory. Red rolls to the outside and Mrs. Red, along with Reynolds, checks on him.

Jake continues to celebrate in the ring when "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd goes absolutely nuts.

The Asian Extraordinaire brings his celebration to complete halt and stares at the stage, knowing BK is going to make his way through the curtain in seconds and decides to get ready for him. He throws his belt down to the mat and gets in his fighting stance, but after about 15 seconds he realizes no one has come down. He advances towards the ropes and at that second, BK hops over the barricade and blows past Mr. and Mrs. Red to slide into the ring.

Oblivious to what's behind him, Jake continues to wait for BK - not knowing he is behind him. BK throws his blazer out the ring and rips off his button up shirt before disposing of that too. Jake turns around, and is shocked when he sees BK coming right at him with a huge spear. He mounts over his former partner and delivers blow after blow after blow to him until the officials run out from the back to seperate the two to the crowd's dismay. Jake escapes now, as nearly all the referees are holding BK back. He attempts to catch his breath, but BK breaks free and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive - taking Jake right over the announce table and into the laps of Edison and McNally. The beating continues over there and now finally he follows up with a stiff kick to his gut.

BK lifts up Jake and bashes his head repeatedly against the announce table before ripping off the protection and throwing the television monitors to the side. Referees attempt to restrain London, but he delivers a blow right to the jaw of Carter Donovan and promises to hurt the others just the same. BK climbs up to the top of the table along with Jake and throws his head under his arm - setting him up for The Revolver. BK manages to hit it and drives Jake's face through the announce table while at the same time hurting himself.

BK rises up shortly after and the referees manage to get him away from Jake before he does anymore damage to the Light Heavyweight Champion. The crowd are on their feet for BK London, who finally gets retribution after all the from behind attacks by Jake over the past week. BK seems to be pleased himself as a devilish yet cocky smirk grows across his face.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Crossing the Line?
(Credit: Senator)

Returning to Meltdown, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the Dwight Gym, speaking with Tim Dwight, as X-Treme Kid teams with Franchi$e in a sparring match against Ken Williams and Jason Daniels.

"Textbook" Tim Dwight: So, you know what my opinions on bloody violent feuds, and pointlessly dangerous gimmick matches are. I've told you time and time again that this is the perfect way to shorten your career by years...

The Senator: So what? I am going to run out of steam someday, might as well let it be sooner than later, and go out in a blaze of glory, while I decimate someone who has it coming for them! And before you say anything, yes, I am actually somewhat calm right now, unlike earlier, when I was about to Partisan Kick my desktop computer in the Office, had a nice conversation that somewhat sorted some things out.

Dwight: Yeah, I know the feeling, when something truly ticks you off like that. Thankfully, though, I never Kenka Kicked my personal electronics when I lost a title belt...not that I ever held any major ones, though, outside of regional and indy championships.

Senator: Well, the ACW title deserves better than what the current individual possessing it will bring to the table. I hope to bring it back to someone who respects it, respects the lineage it represents, and someone who respects the fact that the champion represents the organization that it belongs to.

Dwight: In other words, you want Thunderkiss to win it, right, eh?

Senator: You moron, Dwight! That abysmal loser would not know how to respect his parents if they slapped them over their knees and spanked him! Heck, he probably...well, I think we will be better off not going into that territory...

Dwight: Oh, yes.

Senator: Anyway, the main reason that I showed up here today...

Suddenly, Franchi$e is seen flying over the top rope, crashing and burning hard, as he faceplants on the thick mat outside the ring, right in front of Dwight and Phillips, while Ken Williams and Jason Daniels celebrate in the ring.

Franchi$e: urrrgh, im dunn, dat hurrtd, i cnt muve mi arrmz!!11

Jason Daniels: We, uhhhh, like, are sorry, it wasn't our fault...

Ken Williams: Yeah! It wasn't our fault that we're so awesome that we just killed that idiot! Heheheh!

Dwight: That's well enough out of the two of you, go back to the treadmills and run twenty miles! XTK, see if you can help your deceased tag partner here.

X-Treme Kid: Yeah, and after that, you all can suck it!

Dwight: Whatever you say...so, the main reason...

Senator: Is that I want to start honing my killer instinct. I want to reshape my game, not to tear down the entire structure, but merely to move it onto a new foundation. If I am going to face the likes of Wyvern and his merry crew, I want to re-define my very goals in the ring, and for that matter, out of it, around here. When anything goes, I have traditionally been at somewhat of a disadvantage, refusing to use weapons, shying away from cheapshots and random attacks, sticking to the clear and narrow path.

Dwight: Now, don't get me wrong, but might you be suggesting that you want to become like the foe that you vow to defeat?

Senator: Seems that I have been hearing that from numerous sources...might there be some sort of a meme going around in ACW?

Dwight: Nothing of the sort, I think that those who care about you and your ideals might have similar concerns in this case.

Senator: Very well, then. You know, I have indeed had similar thoughts, myself. But in my case, I have had the luxury of being able to think through the entire case. Let us go through the scenario in which I continue on, without adapting to the threat, without compromising myself in any manner. I then put myself in both a seriously disadvantageous position, and I most likely fail, in a decisive fashion. If I do lose in this upcoming competition, I have forfeited any future chance to win that title back. And to tell the truth, although this threat has been voiced many times in the past, I do believe that if Wyvern is able to keep that title, it will negate everything I have worked so hard to establish here in ACW, everything that I have labored to achieve here. Wyvern wins, the Stable loses legitimacy, my efforts to establish a focus away from the very spectacle of needless super-violence that the match I am about to enter will present, the purpose behind those efforts will die a painful death. To win here, I must take extraordinary measures, which I would not even begin to consider if the circumstances did not blaringly call for them. I will walk the tightrope here, but I will do so as carefully as I possibly can. This situation threatens my very legacy, no matter what course of action I pursue, it leads down a treacherous path.

Dwight: I don't believe that. Your record stands for itself, you accomplished everything any sane person would have wanted to, look, if I were you, I'd have already retired from the industry and focused on politics. I'm not you, though. I'm just a decent old veteran who once graduated college with a major in kinestetics and a minor in psychology, an aging wrestler who's seen his physical peak past, and works on training the next generation. I love this industry as much as you do, but look, I've found a different way to put my handprint on the product, Steve, you have all the ways and means to do the same thing yourself, without sacrificing your body along the way...but I know, and you know, that's not your way.

Senator: No, and I came to terms with that, we already went over that subject. And because of that, I want you to either help me train for this battle, or find someone who is better qualified to do so, since I know that you hardly have much experience in this sort of deal. Besides, are you not going to be busy training Wyvern again?

Dwight: That's a low one! Fair enough, I'll admit that I'm not an expert in no disqualifications, cage matches, or any of that stuff, you've seen action in more of those matches than I ever have, personally. I do know a few guys who have, though...

Senator: Perfect, just make sure that these people can fit my schedule, politics still beckon, of course.

Dwight: Yeah, and if you'll excuse me, I got to get Williams and Daniels back to work, those two idiots are slacking off again, take care, and don't do anything that you'll regret later on...

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Secret Cutting” Credit: T-Kiss/Rena

[Its great to be the Champion. After all, people love you and you love the people. Its life in the fast lane brothers where the nights go on forever, and what a night this was. It was the “party” as usual – woman, drugs, dancing and sex. But then something went terribly wrong. Right during the top of the party, he was dancing between two hot girls drinking down some fine wine and that’s the last thing he remembers. Now, he has awakened, and he certainly is no longer at the party. In fact, he hasn’t a clue where he is, but he knows he didn’t get her on his own and this is NOT business as usual. There is no Wilcox or Vivid around … only darkness.]

Thunderkiss: What the - ? Where am I?

[TK looks around a dark room and sees absolutely nothing but a florissant light that hangs above him. He tries to get up but is immediately halted by metal chains that are tied around his legs and arms, keeping him secure on an old wooden table he is laying prone on. He calls out for help, only to hear a very unwelcoming voice respond. He knows who it is immediately and he knows the dire situation that he is now enclosed in.]

Rena: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now it’s your turn.

[TK looks up into the face of Rena, who now stands above him. His heart rate rapidly increases as he struggles to get free.]

Thunderkiss: What? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?!

Rena: What’s a matter hon’? I thought you liked to be all tied up? Aren’t you enjoying this?

Thunderkiss: I’ll enjoy separating your head from your shoulders, you WORTHLESS cum slut! Let me go NOW!!!

Rena: And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy these date rape drugs.

[Rena shows TK a few pills in the palm of her hand. His eyes widen …]

Rena: I mean, after all, I know you give them out all the time so they just must be a favorite of yours.

Thunderkiss: ARRRRRRGH!

[TK pulls at his chains as hard as he can, but they will not break. Rena has done her homework and has made this situation totally escape proof. Even for a man of TK’s strength and power, he will not free himself from this.]

Rena: Last week you took something from me that didn’t belong to you. I could have gone and called the police .. but then I wouldn’t be allowed to have any fun now, would I?

Thunderkiss: …………….

Rena: You see, Mr. Kiss ….

[Rena leaps up onto the table and straddles TK. She reaches behind her back and pulls out an eight inch knife, wielding it in front of TK’s face. The light shimmers off of it in the dark room, turning the mood even further into despair and darkness.]

Thunderkiss: Oh Fuck NO!

Rena: This girl likes to have her fun!

[Rena takes the knife above TK’s chest and pushes it right into flesh!]

Thunderkiss: AARHHHHHHHHGGH!

[Rena continues to carve TK like a pumpkin for several minutes. TK’s wrists and ankles begin to bleed as well as he pushes himself into his shackles in a last ditch effort to break free. More blood trickles and flows onto the floor from his knife wounds and TK bites his lips closed so he doesn’t scream anymore.]

~!~DRIP~!~

[His proud demeanor incites Rena even more, causing her to jab into his skin even harder. When finished, Rena takes the knife and wipes the blood off on TK’s face from both sides of the knife and then tosses it to the floor. She rises up from the table and looks down upon her handy work with a smile.]

Rena: When we’re done here, I want you to look in the mirror at my special message to you. The meaning is simple, I think even a buffoon like yourself will understand.

[Rena begins to walk back into the shadows and out of the room, leaving TK chained to the table. He finally breaks his silence as he begins to panic as he worries about bleeding to death.]

Thunderkiss: UNCHAIN ME YOU BITCH! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I’ll FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH! UNCHAIN ME!!!!!!!!

[There is no response. Thunderkiss lays on the table wondering or not if he’ll ever be found. Will this be the way it ends for him? Not the way he imagined he’d go out. Not by this “bitch”. Not by this “slut”. But as far as fate goes, perhaps this is a fitting end. His actions may have finally caught up to him. As he ponders these things in his mind, the camera scrolls upwards and we see what Rena carved into his chest. It is a date and it reads …]

5/19/07

[Fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: The Senator vs Starkweather w/Umeko Saito (Credit: Kudo)

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 215 pounds…accompanied by Ms. Umeko Saito, Starkweather!

Boos fill the arena as Lamb of God’s, “Descending” takes over and the two come out slowly yet confidently, as confident as Stark’s mask can show at least. The two reach the middle of the ring and the mask comes off to another smattering of boos.

Philip: And his opponent, from Washington D.C., member of the Senatorial Stable, weighing in at 195 pounds, “The Senator” Steve Philips!

“Hail to the Chief” plays and Senator strolls out with his signature victory pose as the crowd delivers a mixed reaction to the former World Champion. Senator makes his way down to the ring and meets his opponent face to face as the music cuts off.

Philip Jones steps out of the ring and the referee checks both men before signaling for the bell.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Edison: And we’re underway!

The two men circle each other for a bit and the fans are letting them hear it as it’s evident they’re not too fond of either of the men in the ring. Senator decides to be the aggressor at the start and charges in with a collar elbow tie up. Starkweather reverses the hold and fires back with some swift kicks to Senator’s thigh. Senator reels back and Stark finishes the flurry with a dropkick to the knee. Stark grabs a leg from Senator and tries to hook it into a submission hold, but Senator maneuvers out and pushes Stark back with his other leg. Both men get back on their feet and meet back in the middle of the ring just as quickly, trading chops and kicks in lightning speed fashion, bringing the crowd into a frenzy, who can’t help but cheer at the intensity early on.

McNally: Starkweather effectively utilizing the striking game early in this match, but the Senator answers back with some of his own.

Senator, showing more signs of aggression than his usual self, takes Stark down with a drop toe hold and follows with a quick elbow drop to his back. Senator gets right back up and drops another before turning Stark over and going for a pin. Stark kicks out just after 2, but Senator immediately applies a headlock, giving himself a breather from the early flurries. Stark still has plenty of energy though and begins to fight back, picking himself back up on his feet as he drives Senator into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. Stark turns around and drives a knee into Senator’s gut, and then sets him up with a double arm suplex, dropping Senator down onto the middle of the ring.

McNally: Big move there by Starkweather.

Stark covers, but only a quick 2 count takes place. Stark doesn’t let this phase him however, and he picks Senator back up and drops him with a snapmare. Stark bounces off the ropes and hits a running dropkick. Stark goes for another pin, but again only a 2.

McNally: These early pin attempts may not seem like much, but they are great for putting the pressure on your opponent and forcing them to expend energy early to break out of it.

As Stark picks Senator back up again, he fights back with some elbows into the gut, and follows it up with an arm drag. Senator expects Stark right back up and meets him with another arm drag that takes him out of the ring this time. Senator mocks Stark from the inside of the ring as Umeko gives Stark some fleeting words as he rolls back in the ring before the ref can even beign an outside count. Senator and Stark tie up again, and Stark again goes back to his leg strikes that have been so effective early on, but Senator catches one and looks to hit a dragon screw! Stark anticipates it though, and hits an enzuigiri with the other foot, dropping the former World Champion. Stark immediately hooks Senator’s leg and applies an STF, applying the pressure.