Thursday Night Meltdown 24th May 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Thursday Night Meltdown 24th May 2007

World Tour III - The Road Less Travelled
Palalottomatica
Rome, Italy

Schedule of Matches:
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VorteX vs Ricky Falco

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Nick Durden vs Alicia Kitsune (Friendly match)

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Jason Freeman vs Adrian Flamingo

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ACW Entertainment Championship Match
Thunderkiss vs XS3 vs Jay Zero

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Starkweather & Kudo Yasuda w/Umeko vs Scott Andrews & Rattlesnake

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BK London vs The Senator

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OOC Note: Apologies in advance if tonight’s show is not as well polished as normal, I’ve been ill for a large part of the week and not able to sit in front of a PC screen to work. So if anyone spots anything out of place, please let me know and I’ll fix it. Cheers.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Spring Into Hell certainly turned out to be a memorable ACW PPV. Sadly, it’s the one event which no one watching on TV or present in the arena actually witnessed that has overshadowed just about everything else since that dark day…

Few people realize that the foundations of certain ancient buildings uncovered in London were discovered to conceal bound human remains… the city has always demanded a high price from those who profit from its wealth. So was Brimstone’s death simply murder… or a necessary sacrifice?

For now, it’s a question that no one can answer. And as Meltdown begins in somber mood, there is but one other rite to complete.

The crowd stands silent, as the ring bell sounds.

One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten times.

The last of the sound dies away, and the Italian crowd breaks into applause. Another soul passes with due ceremony… and the modern-day coliseum breathes again.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: WHY?!?!? (Credit: Leon)

The scene opens up in ACW's backstage area. A camera is moving back and the only thing shown are the legs of a group of people walking. Some chatter is heard, but it is too quiet to be heard, until one person speaks up.

Man: STOP! Alright? I'm sick of these questions!

The camera stops as well and pans up to show Leon Chase surrounded by various news reporters, 2 men and one woman.

Man #1: Mr. Chase, Mr. Chase! We heard that you were one of the last people to see Brimstone, is this true?

Leon: No, I barely talked to the guy, why would I kill him?

Man #2: But what about the reports of a bloody frying pan inside Brimstone's locker room?

Leon: Once again, why would I kill someone who I never talked to and why would I make it as obvious as to who it was?

Woman: But, several reports are saying that you had several reasons to kill him. Is this true?

Leon: NO!

Man #1, Man #2, and the Woman (All interrupting each other) : But, what about.....news reports say.....BONZAI!....killed.....Berries and cream!

Leon: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS!

The 3 news reporters instantly shut up, write a little on their notepads and leave. Leon whispers "God" to himself and continues walking. He stops and standing next to him is ACW Interviewer, Kevin Anderson.

Kevin: Now, Leon, because of your attack this past weekend on Ricky, is it safe to say that you were the one who hired that assassin Skynyrd?

Leon: Well, no shit Sherlock. It was me.

Kevin: So I guess you can say you sprung yourself into Hell by Ricky seeing that you were the one who hired Skynyrd?

Leon: What? Is that some sort of lame pun? Like the name Mike Roch? No, I don't think I "sprung" myself into anything. And now that my knees all healed up, I think I will teach that punk a lesson.

Kevin: So, all I want to know is--

Ricky Falco steps in front of the camera and interrupts Kevin.

Ricky: Why did you stab me in the back.

Leon: Hehehehe. I'm not going to tell you why I did that. That would ruin the surprise that I'm going to talk about later tonight. Ciao.

Leon steps to walk away, but Ricky steps back in front of him. Ricky has a very serious look on his face as he stares down his former mentor.

Ricky: No, I want to know right now. Tell me why you did it.

Leon: If I was you, I would get ready for my match thats coming up soon, not about someone who was just trying to get rid a poison that has been infecting ACW for some time now.

Ricky: What are you talking about? I have only been in ACW for a couple months. How could I be a "poison" infecting ACW?

Leon: Its not just about you, its about all the people like you. The people who come in here and-- Ya know what. You will find out about this later.

Leon walks off, this time in the other direction so Ricky can't cut him off. Ricky just stands there staring Leon down until the camera fades.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.(Credit: ??/Renix w/ Permission from Jack Jefferson)

The camera opens up to see an unknown Asian man walking down a corridor with tech people walking up and down, he’s wearing a Black/Red Shaman Ninja King costume and his hair looks like something straight out of a Manga, he’s got a big smile on his face and he walks past someone who’s walking the opposite way, the unknown stops him and the other person turns around, instantly recognizable as Jack Jefferson.

Unknown: Konichiwa, my name is Taka-WOAH!

Jack throws his hand out and pushes the man to the floor.

Taka-Woah: Was there any need?

Taka-woah pulls himself up and continues to walk along the path walking past more technical people, admiring the the building designs and being particularly fascinated with the “Stars” on the lockerroom doors. He soon walks past the most instantly recognizable blonde in ACW, Renix Williams. Renix looks at the newcomer and stops him.

Renix Williams: You look kinda lost there. Are you a fan?

Taka-woah shook his head "no" as Renix Williams smiles warmly.

Renix Williams: Oh! Well, I'm Re-

Taka-woah instantly takes a bow as Renix slightly jumps back, surprised at his cultural greet.

Taka-woah: Konichiwa! My name is Takanashi Rikkaku! Nice to meet you, Ms. Williams.

Renix Williams giggles slightly while Takanashi gives an anime like smile with the peace sign up in his hand.

Renix Williams: I see you already know who I am and might I add, I am very impressed. So, do you like to watch Alpha Championship Wrestling much?

Takanashi nods and smiles as Renix. She gives an uneasy smile, not sure what to say next ... the awkward silence between the two breaks out into a giggle fit as Takanashi looks around.

Renix Williams: Would you like me to show you the ACW Staff and mates backstage? They're really cool folks around here, ya know. You don't really have to be a stranger here.

Takanashi: Haha, you’d show me around? That’s very nice of you to do so Ms. Williams.

Renix Williams: Oh, you don't have to call me "Ms. Williams". That makes me feel kinda old, ya know?

She gives a warm smile as Takanashi rubs the back of his head, trying not to make bad impressions.

Takanashi: OK, well that’s fine then Renix! It’s very nice to meet you and I’d be honoured if you took me on a tour.

Renix Williams: Awesome, where would you like to go first?

Takanashi: Where is your favorite place to go?

Renix Williams: ... well, we can go and see where the stage is. I love that place. It's amazing when you get up inside the ring and-

Takanashi grabs Renix William's hand as he leads the way towards the ring.

Takanashi: Excellent. Off we go then!

Fans cheer while Renix William's eyes grow bigger with fright, she pulls back.

Renix Williams: WHOA Takanashi, slow your role! We've got time to spare, why not just walk around the arena before we go straight to the ring. Let's go and check out the locker rooms first.

The two exchange looks as Renix gives off a "I know what I'm talking about and you better listen or I'll kick your ass" look while Takanashi gives a weak smile. Renix Williams walks off with Takanashi by her side, chattering about the lockerrooms and roster while the scene fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: VorteX vs Ricky Falco (Credit: XS3)

The match kicked off in a big way when both competitors rushed towards each other and began a big chop fest. The crowd was unable to keep up with their antics for a while until VorteX got a kick to the midsection and backed Falco into the turnbuckle. Falco grabbed the leg of VorteX when he attempted a knee strike then grabbed VorteX by the throat, lifted him up and dropped him onto his knee with a chokeslam. Falco only got a two count from the move then went to pick up VorteX, who countered with a quick jawbreaker. VorteX then backed up and hit a Pele kick on Falco to send him to the canvas. VorteX made a cover but again got a two count.

VorteX then went to the top rope and attempted a moonsault. However, Falco got out of the way at the last second and watched as VorteX crashed to the canvas. The crowd began chanting "Falco! Falco!" as both men got up to a vertical base. Falco scored two quick right hooks on VorteX then followed up with a clothesline. VorteX got back up but was taken off of his feet with a dropkick. Falco then picked up his foe and whipped him off the ropes. He attempted a back body drop but VorteX saw it coming and kicked Falco. VorteX then bounced off the ropes only to be scooped up and hit with the Falco Buster. Falco then bounces off the ropes and yells out "BOWLIN'" before hitting a leg drop. Falco makes a cover but gets a two count.

Falco then picks up VorteX and signals for the Falco's Fury. He scoops up VorteX, who wiggles free of the maneuver then shoves Falco into the turnbuckles. VorteX then runs into the corner and grabs Falco's neck, spinning into the Whirlwind of Destruction. VorteX then climbs up the ropes and waits for Falco to arise. Once Falco is on two feet, VorteX flips off into the Blackout Dropkick, which finds its mark on Falco's chest. VorteX then rushes over for the cover and gets a three count.

Winner: VorteX via pinfall

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: ReVengeance (Credit: BK)

The segment fades into black and the segment opens up to somewhere not really seen in any of the ACW Arena's, it appears to be a small narrow room with red walls and a metal walkway. And at the end of this walkway is BK London. Slowly, he makes his way to the camera, not letting his eyes wander off for one second, hoping to get the attention of everyone in the arena - especially one specific person.

BK: Last Saturday, the only words I can used to describe last Saturday at Spring into Hell...is embarrassment. I've been through a lot of battles in ACW, I've won some - and loss some, but I've never lost anything the way I did at the PPV Last Saturday. Never, have I been defeated twice in a row...on the same night...by the same person. Jake Cheng, my former tag team partner & my former best friend, defeated me at Spring into Hell…and normally, I wouldn't be too worried with a loss to my record - but it's the way the whole thing went down.

BK leans up on the left side of the wall, before looking up into the sky. Gazing at it as if he was in a trance, and he continues to speak his mind.

BK: As much as I hate to admit it, I was fooled by Jake. After I walked that long road up the ramp to the back, it all came together. Why he was so eager to face me, Why he was so confident in facing me, it all just came to me - he had this whole thing planned out from the start. From getting me to accept the challenge, all the way to using my wife as bait so he could pin me down for the one, two, three. I saw it clear as day, and I was disappointed in myself for actually falling for his plan.

He looks back down now and stares into the camera once again, before making his way closer. You can hear the sound of the metal grating on the floor in which he is walking on, bringing up the question, where exactly is he?

BK: And that disappointment carried over to the past weekend, where Kiley, my wife - who he and his little sick friends abducted, had our second child. And when I got the chance to hold my newborn son, the son who will further the legacy of mine after I decide to step away from wrestling forever, I couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself. Like a failure. I couldn't BEAR to look into his eyes, I couldn't BEAR to know that my son - my everything - was looking into th eyes of a failure....and that sickens me.

You can see the anger, the rage, and the fury exuding from his normally calm and cool demeanor. Never has he been more serious until now.

BK: Jake, you've done some bad things in the past, but this takes the cake. Never in all my years would I have thought you would sink so low, just for a win in a match. But I guess I was wrong. You talk about how you're underrated and you're overlooked in this company, you talk about how you defeating me would jumpstart your journey to the main event. Well guess what, you did it. You just think the main event is all glitz and glamor don't you? Well in just over a week, I'm going to give you the biggest reality check of them all.

The camera now switches angles and gets a closer shot of the former champion.

BK: At the ACW Anniversary Show, I face you in the MAIN EVENT in an I Quit Match. And I can't think of a better way to extract my revenge than making you scream out "I Quit". You see, I Quit lies under my rules...under the hardcore variation of rules. It's my playground. My yard. My sanctuary. And come June 4th...I'm going to make you wish you never should've pissed me off, because when it comes down to it, I can beat you down like no other....I know it....you know it.....and...

The grabs the red wall and almost throws it aside, and it's proven not to be a wall at all, but a curtain which now reveals the thousands of fans in attendance over him. Quickly we get another camera shot at BK London standing on the rafters above the arena and he smiles.

BK: ...and especially, they know it...See you at the Anniversary Show.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: I want, I want, I want… (Credit: Zero)

The scene opens up to Commissioner Dan sitting down and drinking some Irn Bru and reading a paper. Jay Zero then calmly makes his way up to Dan, before sitting at the same table, just across from him. Dan slowly puts down the paper and looks at Jay.

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Dan: Yes?

Zero: I want it, Dan. [/color]

Dan: You have to be a little more specific there.

Zero: Entertainment Title match. I want in. [/color]

Dan: So, what makes you think that I should put you in for a triple threat?

Zero: Well for one, why the hell do you think XS3 should be in there getting his shot? I mean, he just, magically shows back up in ACW and expects a title shot? [/color]

Dan sips his Irn Bru, motioning Jay to go on.

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Zero: ….I mean, I’ve worked hard around here! Surely, I’ve proven myself. I haven’t lost a match since Fallen Heroes, and everyone knows that I was robbed out of that! So Dan, I think it’s only fair to say I’ve earned this. Don’t rob me out of this one too! [/color]

Dan: Hmmmm…

Zero: Come on! [/color]

Dan: Ehhh…

Zero: Think about it, your NEW Entertainment Champion, Jay Zero! [/color]

Dan: Sounds intriguing, but!

Zero: Dan! I’ve beggin’ you! [/color]

Dan lets out a quiet “hmm” as he looks down at the paper he was reading before.

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Zero: Give me this shot and trust me, I won’t let you down! [/color]

Dan: Well, Kiss did just defend it at Spring into Hell, I mean, why give him even more of a challenge in a triple threat?

Zero: Oh, so! So- - this is too much of a challenge for the big bad Kiss? Me, Jay Zero, is too much of a challenge for the champ? Well Dan, if the champ can’t stand up to a challenge like me, then what kind of a champion is he? [/color]

Dan: Now I’m not say- - -

Zero: - - Surely he’s not a very good one then! Dan, give me one more shot at Kiss tonight! You won’t regret this decision because if you make the right choice! If you make the right one, Thunderkiss, XS3, and Jay Zero are all going to go out to the ring, and we’re gonna rock Rome! And I guaran-damn-tee that by the end of this night, you’ll have 16,000 italians cheering my name! [/color]

Dan: Is that so? Well in that case………

He drinks some Irn Bru.

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Dan: Consider yourself in!

Zero: YES! THANK YOU! [/color]

Jay jumps up and claps at the Commissioners choice.

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Zero: You! Will not…regret this! I swear! [/color]

He says this as he begins backing up towards the door. In response, Dan nods his head several times. Jay turns around, claps his hands together and walks passed several police officers very confidently. Dan sees the cops and shakes his head, going back to reading his paper.

Jay got his shot at Thunder and the Entertainment Title again, but will he be able to seal the deal? Or will he once again succumb to the “Ultimate Male?” The scene begins to fade.

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Nick Durden vs Alicia Kitsune (Friendly match)
(Credit: Kudo)

Daughtry’s “What I Want” begins to play and the Italian crowd lets loose a wave of cheers for Nick Durden as he steps out into view.

Philip: The following contest is a friendly match, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 205 pounds, from Venice Beach, California…Nick Durden!

Another burst of cheers take place as Durden steps into the ring. Suddenly, “One Way” by the Levellers hits the speakers and Alicia Kitsune makes her entrance to her own round of applause and cheers from the foreign crowd.

Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 135 pounds, from London, Alicia Kitsune!

AK makes her way into the ring and the bell is quickly sounded for the match to begin.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Both competitors step towards each other and Nick extends his hand out first for a handshake. AK lets out a grin and shakes quickly before both get back to their positions and the spirit of competitiveness takes over once again.

McNally: This is billed as a friendly match, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see a true will to win in either case.

AK immediately takes Durden down with 1, 2…three lightning quick arm drags before pausing and centering her balance again. Nick is a little surprised at the quick offensive showcase, and he perhaps keeps it in the back of his mind that the speedy Alicia Kitsune might call for a sudden change in strategy. Nick and AK circle once more and this time Nick gets the upper hand of a tie up and grabs AK’s waist. He takes her up and drops her face down onto the mat where he applies a modified version of a Fujiwara armbar. AK is fresh enough to quickly roll out of it and use her feet to push off her opponent. Nick rolls backwards but immediately gets back to his feet and hits a clothesline. AK drops to the mat and Nick goes to work with some quick elbow drops followed by a jumping knee drop. He rolls AK over for a pin attempt but gets only a 1.

The crowd begins to applaud at the fast paced match and already feeling they’re about to get their money’s worth.

McNally: Of course we’re here in the last stop in the East part of the 2007 ACW World Tour and these fans are showing their support.
Edison: This is the place where the gladiators competed Max, and gladiators are going at it here tonight!
McNally: …It sounds like you’ve been preparing that line for a while, Eddie…

Meanwhile, Nick Durden still maintains control and has been wearing down AK on the corner turnbuckle, hitting some knee strikes as well as a string of shoulder blocks. Durden pulls AK from the corner and lifts her up now for a powerbomb like move, but AK reverses and flips him back for a hurricanrana. AK picks herself up and catches the waiting Durden with a standing dropkick that sends him onto the outside. The fans all await as it appears AK is about to leap out in aerial fashion, but she rethinks it and instead stays waiting in the middle of the ring, allowing Nick to come back in. Durden shakes his head a bit and rolls back in and the match continues on the inside as it is meant to.
AK whips Durden onto the ropes and connects with a Harley Race style knee strike, taking Durden back down onto the mat. A quick pin, but only a quick 2 count. AK lifts Durden back up and looks to whip him into the corner this time, but he reverses and instead throws her into the turnbuckles. Nick pauses and measures AK before heading at full speed for a corner lariat, but AK maneuvers her way out and Nick crashes into the corner. AK takes advantage and hits a monkey flip, tossing Durden back to the middle of the ring and then begins to head to the top rope.

Edison: Call that veteran know how or what, but AK is on fire here!

Nick begins to pick himself up and AK drills him with a missile dropkick. The Italian crowd takes their pictures as she travels in the air and an ensuing pin attempt is made after the impact.

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2

Kickout!

The fans all cheer and Nick knows he was close to coughing up this match. AK picks him up and looks to drop him with a DDT, but Nick has regained enough composure to make a comeback in the form of a Northern Lights Suplex. He bridges for the cover

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…kickout!~ARMBAR!!!

Nick immediately sets up the armbar after the kickout and AK tries wildly to try and break it. Flash photography is at its high point again, as AK pulls herself to the ropes and finally gets a foot on the bottom to break the hold. Nick though, now feeling a renewed sense of confidence in this match, begins to work. He picks AK back up and throws some strong roundhouse kicks followed by a big spinning heel kick. AK falls back down and Nick covers. 2 count. Nick stares at the downed AK and heads against the ropes and performs the Tumbling Lightning (Rolling Thunder) but he catches all mat! AK rolls out of the way in time and uses the adrenaline to hit a Liger rolling kick on the sitting Durden!

McNally: Nick had things in control but the tides change once again.

AK catches her breath and both she and Nick are up at the same time. AK lunges with a forearm strike but Nick ducks. AK turns around to find Nick already rolling for a Rolling Elbow strike but she dodges that as well. AK starts to build up momentum but finds herself getting caught by Nick, looking to end things with the Throwdown!

Edison: Duck, dodge, THROWDOWN!!!

As Nick lifts AK up for the move, she counters with a shoulder arm drag, a move that started the entire match but worthy enough still to get her out of a big spot down the stretch. The fans are all standing up as they anticipate the end coming after all those breath stopping counters and AK delivers in their anticipation with a lightning quick EMP strike!

Edison: Out of nowhere!

Nick takes the full brunt of the hit, and AK is immediately covering, with both legs hooked, one by arm and one by leg as the referee counts.

1

2

3!

*Ding Ding Ding*

Philip: The winner of this match, Alicia Kitsune!

The referee raises AK’s arm up in the air and she makes sure Nick is back to his senses and back on his feet before she takes in her victory. The two share another handshake to the delight of the Italian fans.

McNally: Another great match in the books.
Edison: You know, back in the gladiatorial times, someone would have to die, but this friendly match business works equally as well.
McNally: What’s with you and gladiators all of a sudden?
Edison: I uh…was watching the movie…We’ll be back!

-Commercial Break-

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “For you, Brimstone” Credit: T-Kiss

Summary: Brings a close to the Rena/TK feud and a final farewell to Brimstone.

[Its almost one week since the climax of the Rena/TK feud, and its effects will forever last in the minds of all those were involved. For TK, the memories of being tortured and watching a woman fall to her death will forever haunt him, regardless if he tries to pretend they will not. At this very moment, he stands in front of his locker room mirror, examining his chest. Though the doctors say it will forever be healed, every time he looks at it he will always be reminded of the mutilation of his skin. As he begins to go deeper into these painful memories a knock comes at his door, causing him to turn his attention elsewhere.]

Thunderkiss: GO. AWAY.

Voice from behind door: This is the police department. Open up now.

[Thinking this might be a prank, TK readies himself for anything as he storms over to the door and rips it open. Much to his surprise, it isn’t. Within moments, he’ll be wishing that it ended up being a vengeful Senator or someone else holding a grudge against him.]

Thunderkiss: Is this about Rayne?! Because that was self defense all the way. I have witnesses

Detective: Um, no. Sorry, I don’t know a “Rayne”. Listen, may I have a few minutes of your time?

Thunderkiss: No.

Detective: Its either here or down at the station. You’re choice.

Thunderkiss: ..........

[TK has been one upped here, and he knows it. He has no choice to let the man in, so he does show with a sense of protest as he turns his back on the detective and walks back into the locker room, not saying a word. The detective walks through the open door and proceeds to interrogate.]

Detective: Word on the street is that there was some bad blood between you and Brimstone.

Thunderkiss: Yeah, you could say that.

Detective Enough bad blood for you to put a bullet through his skull?

Thunderkiss: .... that’s cute. Look, you’re wasting your time, I don’t do stuff like that. You’re looking at a true role model of morality!

Detective: Does morality including sabotaging other’s careers now? Or perhaps shooting yourself full of anabolic steroids before every match? You’ll have to forgive me, times change so rapidly nowadays.

Thunderkiss: Look brother, I don’t like your tone nor your accusations. I had nothing to do with this. If you want to prove otherwise, go get yourself some proof.

Detective: Oh, don’t worry Mr. J-

Thunderkiss: YOU - DO - NOT - USE - MY - REAL - NAME. DO - YOU - UNDERSTAND?!

[ENRAGED, TK looks down upon the detective with a look of “I’ll fucking kill you”. Authority figure or not, TK will not let the detective say his name. His reasoning unknown. The detective gets the hint, and even though TK would be put behind bars for a long time for assaulting an officer of the law, the man realizes the pain suffered is not worth the end result. Thankfully, he backs down a little.]

Detective: Looks like I hit a sore spot. Ok “Thunderkiss”.... I’ll leave you be, but just one question. Where were you at the time of the murder.

Thunderkiss: I was back at my hotel room. Go look at their security cameras or ask anyone there. As soon as my match was over, I left the arena because I couldn’t stomach stupid hour long matches or another rehash main event. NOW ARE WE DONE?!

Detective: Yes, I believe we are.

Thunderkiss: Good.

[The Detective is escorted out of TK’s dressing room by a slamming door. Back inside, Thunderkiss grabs a bottle of water and sits down on a bench, aggravated by the whole ordeal. He kicks his legs up and looks straight up into the fluorescent lights that hang above, as if he was peering into heaven. In an uncharacteristic moment, TK speaks aloud as if the man he was speaking to was sitting beside him at this very moment.]

Thunderkiss: You know brother, I know a lot of people didn’t like you, including myself. But you were one of the few around here that I respected. For what it’s worth, I’ll always remember our matches together .... even though you were a big fucking emo. A man like yourself shouldn’t have gone out that way. You were a gladiator. A warrior. A gun is not a way to the life of a man such as yourself. If I ever find out just who the fuckstain was that pulled the trigger, I’ll avenge you. Rest in peace, Flintstone.

[Thunderkiss flicks the water bottle against the wall causing the water to spray all over the place. For the next few minutes, TK becomes fixated upon the trickles of water that make their way to the floor ...]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A show of Epic Proportions. (Credit: Ross)

The ACW arena is shown and the crowd are jumping and cheering, getting pissed in the arena tonight when suddenly “Freak on a Leash” by KoRn hits and out walks “The Republic of Hope”, Ross leads out in a black business suit cradling a black briefcase, following behind him is Charlotte and Spike followed even further behind by Kenji Zakahashi, Charlotte and Spike in matching suits with yellow undershirts and black ties and Kenji is in a huge suit with white undershirt and red tie.

Jones: Laaaaddieees and Gentlemen… please welcome…. Ross & Spike Lambert, Kenji Zakahashi… Charlotte Hawking… THE REPUBLIC OF HOOOOOPPEEEE!!!!!!

The RoH advance to the ring and begin to ascend the stairs. Ross leading before climbing in through the middle rope, Spike sits down on the middle rope for his girlfriend and Kenji climbs over the top rope, all 4 man a corner and perform a double cut-throat torn before hopping down, Ross grabs the mic.

Ross: OK! Tech people! I want a big-ass table and 3 chairs RIGHT NOW!

The tech people crap themselves and begin rushing, one pulls out the biggest table under the ring and 2 other people get chairs, and they throw them into the ring.

Ross: And some red carpet too! You guys should’ve done this all before!

The tech people clear the stuff out the ring and begin setting up an office, the carpet is rolled and the desk is placed, 2 chairs on one side, the side facing the arena and one chair on the other. Spike and Charlotte man the two chairs on the same side while Ross continues to talk.

Ross: OK ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve got good news for you mushy brains tonight We’re going to see something so epic, so shocking! You’ll shit yourself!!

The crowd begin to cheer. Ross is pacing up and down the ring as Spike claps.

Ross: Now listen, on the show tonight we’ve got plenty of matches that nobody cares about… a staring contest between some retard and maybe a Ballet Dance-Off between Senator and Wyvern for the Wussyweight Title!

The crowd give mixed reactions at this. Ross’s smile spreads realizing he’s getting to the fans here. Ross continues to pace.

Ross: Or who knows? Maybe we’ll get a rematch of Nick Durden VS Adrian Ad-… I mean, Adrian Flamingo’s 60 minute bitch-fight? Lo and behold we’ve got some EXTREMELY boring matches, matches so boring I’ve not even bothered to check out the card because what I’m going to do is so great, every site in the world is going to quite literally give this show a 5-Star rating. Why? ‘Because I’m going to use my powers from beyond to quite literally have a “Resurrection!” live here in this craphole country… wherever we are.

The crowd are confused, Spike claps but the crowd boo at the country dissing.

Ross: Ladies and Gents, tonight I’m going to revive an old friend of mine… he needs no introduction so I’ll let him make his own thunder. HIT THE MUSIC!!!

Suddenly, Through the Fire and Flames by Dragonforce hits and after the opening brain melting Guitar Pitch ends and the vocals kick in, out steps something that really DOES make the fans crap themselves…




DANNY… FREAKIN’…. MAINER!

A “WTF” chant breaks out as he walks out, albeit with a big-ass cut on his face but he appears to be walking perfectly fine. He runs down the ring and slides into the ring, the crowd still in awe, Danny in his classic tights and “King of Vegas” shirt. He darts for the opposite chair and sits down in it, putting his feet up on the desk, he’s brought a microphone of his own.

Danny: What’s up ladybabies!

The crowd are booing loudly as Danny’s classic smug look returns.

Danny: You guys sure are pretty pissy… THE KING IS BACK! OH YEAAAAH!

The crowd boo louder.

Danny: Well Ross, it’s obvious that these people have… ZERO respect for me. See last time I was here, I did OK, got my ass kicked by Shitman of The Gods and kinda’ faded into the mist, I didn’t want to be in a company where I got screwed repeatedly but now I’ve got an ally here I can safely come out of “Faked Death” and do exactly what’s required of me!

The crowd are throwing garbage at this poor show.

Ross: Well you know what you have to do and that’s destroy someone else in this craphole!

Spike: Y’know Danny, I’ve got a lot of respect for you man. You’ve done a lot, you kitty-twisted the GWF, you faked your own death, you ran your own fed, kicked major ass here in ACW and I was wondering like, who do you plan to destroy?

Ross and Danny exchange glances before speaking at the same time.

Ross: Well I can’t tell you here Spike ‘cause quite frankly, said victim is probably listening in, but y’know we might as well get it out in the open, it’ll be The Republic of Hope gunning after the “Family Man” of ACW with is slutty wife who stripped naked for Thunderkiss live in the middle of the ring!

The crowd are riled as they know it is.

Danny: And got so pissed off by Thunderkiss, an old friend of mine on a side note, he actually put his kids on the line in a match for their Custody and acted like it was some sort of original idea… hell something exactly the same is happened recently, Howard Stern and Anna Nicole Smith’s mom had a Steel Cage match for the right of where to bury the body!

The crowd let out an “OOOOOOOOOH” sound.

Ross: Well said Danny, and so XS3, watch your back ‘cause you’re ass is dead meat when The Republic of Hope show you that Brutality is Standard Issue!

Danny: And the truth is… we’re the real deal now baby, WOOOOOOOOOOO! So XS3 watcha’ gonna’ do about it?! When the King of Vegas slices you down with the Golden Naganata?

[Fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: All lights on her... (Credit: Rena)

Rena was in her upper eastside town-house where she would rent the lavish palace-like home while on tour. The interior looked like something decorated in the fifties by a Hollywood decorator, an ancient elegance which only radiated the elegance at which Rena was presenting herself today. She was feeling festive, wearing her hair in some European bun which would have taken hours. She sat with a perfect posture wearing a one-piece Ebony suit, fastened with a white belt to give off the impression as if it were a separate piece. She looked over to the investigators, raising her arm as if holding them off from speaking for one moment. Then, in a Prima Donna fashion, she swooped herself from the chair wearing an elegant robe with sleeves that were attached to the bottom of the robe, creating a magical wave of silk. She spun around in the most dramatic fashion and lowered her eyes.

Rena: And what, dear detective, do I owe the pleasure?

Detective: Do you know of the man ‘Nicholas Mahon’?

Rena: I cannot say that I do. Should I?

Detective: Ring Name, Brimstone.

Rena: Ah, yes, Brimstone. I do know him. Shame he passed, isn’t it? Coffee?

Detective: No thanks.

Rena: Oh it won’t take a minute. MAX!

Detective: Really, I’m fine.

Rena: Well I’m parched.

A man dressed in a suit walked into the room silently. He stood there, staring blankly towards Rena.

Max: Madame?

Rena: Have a coffee made for me. Just the way I instructed you to.

Max: Yes, Madame.

Detective: And is your husband about? I see your ring.

Rena: My husband hates traveling. He decided to skip this lag and stay home with the doggies. The darling.

Detective: Ah, yes of course. So what can you tell me about Brimstone.

Rena: Well there isn’t much to tell, really. He was very private…I must have only met him a few times during his stay in ACW.

Detective: Anything else?

Rena: Well I know he was shot.

She was trying to be witty, but the detective didn’t have room for it. He faked a smile and wrote into his leather-bound notebook.

Rena: He came to ACW around November. I’d had taken a leave of absence around that time. But the time I did see him was mostly through a television screen. He’s not one to make lengths of conversation. Even to him, he is a mystery.

Detective: Why is that?

Rena: Well I heard-and this is just through the vine- but I heard that he had been struck by a car and couldn’t remember anything about himself. He had no identification or any memories of what or who he was. It is sad, really…but as you can see it’s difficult for one person to know who Brimstone was when he himself couldn’t even figure it out.

Detective: So you say that he barely knew who he was?

Rena: Yes.

Detective: So-

Rena: Well I do think farther down his career he began having memory flashes, but I’m not too sure if he regained his memory. Like I said, I didn’t really have the chance to have a conversation with him. I wont, have the chance again.

Detective: I’ve heard from a source, though, that you were acquainted with the man. If I was told you barely knew him, I probably would not be here Miss Matheson.

She was about to speak, but Max had placed a silver platter with an elegant porcelain coffee cup at the side table. She smiled and nodded towards Max, grabbing and sipping at the coffee.

Rena: I really shouldn’t do this-

Detective: Well this is formal, miss.

Rena: I mean the coffee, you buffoon. It stains my teeth.

Detective: Now can we get back to the discussion?

Rena: Everyone in ACW was acquainted with one another. It’s hard not to be being packed into an arena two, sometimes more, times a week. I met him when he first signed a contract and had seen him throughout his career. When I did try to speak he would only mumble, most times just stay silent. I always though he was a social reject…that sounds politically incorrect. I mean, I always though he had some phobia of people. That of course, could just be the shock of his coma after the car accident, pulling him into an unknown world where he doesn’t even know who he is.

Detective: We’ve already hired a psychotically investigator, miss, we don’t need your….expertise…

Rena: anyways, he was a tragic person. Like a silent Holden….trying to clean up all the swear words off the wall.

Detective: Holden, miss?

Rena: It’s an allusion, you idiot!

Detective: Miss, I did not come here to be treated like some diva’s servant. I-

Rena: Came here to get information from a woman who obviously has no idea how to give you the information.

Detective: Just give it to me straight.

Rena: How about a double?

Detective: Now you’re trying to sway into alcohol.

Rena: Would you like a scotch?

Detective: MISS MATHESON!

Rena: I don’t know how to give you such information because I do not have it!

Detective: Well there has to be something you know!

Rena: I know nothing more than what I have told you. Now, if you mind, I have to fix my make-up…this entire ordeal is making it melt.

Detective: Careful of water…you might aswell.

Rena: I did not allow you into my house to make comments on my life. It is your job to interview me. You have, now good and go. Your personal feelings and thoughts should not be expressed with a Wal-mart issue bic pen and pad.

Detective: Just a few more things.

Rena: Oh, what is it?

She was about to take a sip from her coffee again, but slammed it down on the tray.

Detective: Who do you think had motive to kill this…Brimstone?

Rena: He wasn’t well-liked….He crossed a lot of people who he probably shouldn’t have. But as far as my memory goes, I can’t say that anyone had a good motive to kill him other than some childish feud beneath the wall of our little circus.

Detective: Any motive at all?

Rena: I think you’re best bet is to interview as many as you can. After all, everyone has a motive to do anything if they try hard enough.

Detective: I feel like this is some foolish game of clue.

Rena: But it was in the locker room with the revolver…it’s now you’re turn to accuse someone.

Detective: Thank you for your time, miss Matheson.

Rena: Good bye.

He stood up and left her as she began to take out the bun which was beginning to fall. Max brought his coat to the entrance, and then he was off. Rena rushed to the top of the stairs to see him off. She watched him leave, leaving on her face a little smile.

Rena: Fun game of cat and mouse, isn’t it?

[fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Rubbing it In (Credit: Zero)

We open up to find Jay Zero walking down the hall way very confidently before coming to the doors of “Dwights Gym.” He halts at the door, scrunches up his lips, smiles, then pushes the double doors open and walks in. With the light let in from the doors, the camera catches a wrestling ring with one light hanging above it.

The doors slam shut and inside the ring, both men stop what they’re doing and look over at Jay. The two men? They are made out to be Dwight, and Santiago Rivera. Outside the ring we find The Goodfellas, Tony the Rod and Eddie the Wire doing some individual drills. Dwight walks over to the ropes nearest the oncoming Jay Zero.

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Dwight: Eddie, Tony, keep going.

Jay keeps walking closer with the ever so cocky smirk still on his face.

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Dwight: What brings you here?

Without answering, Jay slides into the ring, looks up at Santiago, then turns to Dwight. The Goodfellas feel like watching what’s going to happen, but Dwight glares back at them and they grapple up once again.

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Zero: Heard Santi was in here. Thought I’d drop by. [/color]

Dwight looks over at Santi who just shrugs his shoulders.

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Dwight: Well if you don’t mind, we’re kind of in the middle of a session here.

Santi then walks up and pushes himself between Dwight and Zero.

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Santiago: Hey, Dwight just give us five. I’m a big man, I think I can have a little chat with Jay here.

Dwight: Eh…..Alright. - - -Hey! Eddie! You gonna’ let Tony just put you in that headlock?!

He walks over to the side of the ring for a little reassuring.

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Zero: So how you doing? [/color]

Dwight: C’mon!

Santi looks over at Dwight whose yelling out commands on ways to reverse the move.

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Santiago: Well I’ve thought about it and….now I kinda see the angle you were coming at. But! For future references, like you found out during my tirade after the match, the father isn’t a very easy subject for me, okay? I had a bad lifestyle growing up, and…..and I just want to stay away from him now that I’m on my own, making my own choices.

Zero: And I completely respect that! I’m sorry for ever bringing him into the picture. [/color]

Tony then throws Eddie into the ring, making Dwight back up and see who gets the upper hand next.

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Zero: So….is this all you have planned for the evening? [/color]

Santiago: Pretty much. Just going to work on some more things with Dwight before I try and make myself known in the ring again.

Zero: Wait…what? [/color]

Santiago: Well, I’m going to try and get back in the ring a few more times. Soon, too! I want to work myself up to ACW gold again.

Eddie pushes Tony back and after a few seconds delay lays a big dropkick on Tony, nearly sending him over the top rope.

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Zero: Well! Congrats man, that’s awesome! Speaking of ACW gold, I managed to sneak myself into the Entertainment Title match tonight. [/color]

Dwight: Pffft.

Jay turns around and looks at Dwight.

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Zero: Excuse me? [/color]

Dwight: Hmm? Me? Oh, nothing.

Zero: No, no. I believe you had something to say. Go ahead, Dwight. [/color]

Dwight: Well, it’s just that last time you stepped in the ring with Kiss, he flattened you like a tiny little bug with his leg drop. What makes you think it won’t happen again tonight, throwing XS3 into the picture as well?

Santiago: We- -

Zero: Well, that was a good month ago, when I just got into ACW. I’ve learned, and I’ve progressed since that month, and if you don’t think I have what it takes, then hey, I don’t need ya! Kay’? There’s not enough room in the fan club for a doubter. [/color]

Dwight: Jay, if you put your all into it, I think you can probably do anything. You’re going places here, it’s just that I think you’re pulling the wrong bulls horns tonight.

Zero: Hmm? Well, we’ll see now won’t we? Santi, I’ll catch up with you later. [/color]

Santiago: Actually, I have to talk with Dan about a match for Monday later then I’m taking a red eye out of here.

Zero: Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday. Dwight, you have yourself a……a delightful rest of the day! [/color]

He exits the ring and with his back turned lets out a “Yeah Right, Old Man.” He starts to walk towards the door.

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Santiago: Hey man, good luck tonight though!

Zero: Thaaaaanks! [/color]

He opens the door, letting in all the light again before leaving and having the doors slam shut again. Santiago looks over to Dwight who both smirk. Dwight walks over.

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Dwight: how much longer are you gonna let this last?

Santiago: Oh, I don’t know. This whole charade just seems fun to me.

Dwight: Well this can’t go on forever!

Santiago: Oh, I know. I’m just waiting for the right moment to strike, and when he’s least expecting it….

He slams his fist into his palm.

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Santiago: …..I’ll squish him like a BUG!

The scene suddenly cuts out to Jay Zero walking in the hallway by himself, just picking up his phone.

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Zero: Hey…..yeah, I just talked to him. He’s heading out tonight and I won’t see him later. - - - Mmhmm, looks like the plan is going all good! Whenever I find out more I’ll give you a ring. - - ----Alright, I’ll talk to you later. You stay healthy, Mr. Rivera! Alright, bye! [/color]

He hangs up the phone and keeps walking down the hall.

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Zero: The cheese is in the trap, now we must wait for the rat! Hah hah haaaaah![/color]

The camera then stops its forward motion, and leaves Jay to walk down the hallway by himself. With each step, he slowly gets smaller and smaller. The camera fades until Jay has become just a tiny little dot…..

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Schrödinger’s Cat (Credit: Stark / Shawn)

AK’sNote: I was too tired to think up an appropriate intelligent title, so I’ve settled for just intelligent. Sort of.

"I do believe I'm growing to loathe this Thunderkiss character," Umeko groaned as she looked over what suspiciously looked like a "dirtsheet."

The wrestling magazine had the bandana-wearing steroid mutation of a man on the cover, posing with his meaningless title belts, smiling that cocky smile of his with those shades concealing his soulless eyes. A husk of a man, obsessed with becoming immortal in the only way he knew how. To be talked about on every fan forum in the world as "That guy who killed someone."

"Hm... Loathe is an understatement, don't you think?"

“It’s quite the understatement…I cannot abide by anybody who rides the waves of controversy right to the top without accomplishing anything whatsoever,” Umeko groaned as she tossed the magazine to the side. “Meanwhile, those of us who actually earn our spots are doomed to always have to put up with that arrogant showboat always stealing everybody’s attention like some sort of needy autistic child.”

"I've earned my spot by defeating everyone worth defeating. With one, perhaps two notable exceptions. But blunt force trauma can only be accountable for some things, not the residual effects that keep me from completing my collection of wins over everyone of note." he glanced over at her after a moment. "Present company excluded, of course."

“I’d better be excluded,” Umeko chuckled, “But it is odd how much things have changed in a little under a year. I certainly didn’t plan for some things...but they weren’t entirely unfortunate developments.”

His chuckle was light, his inner monologue not daring to be enunciated in present company. Excluded or not. Some plans of his were much better off not being explained in a dramatic fashion. "Indeed. Things have a tendency to change to the situation. And the situation is rapidly becoming more and more dire for ACW. Old wrestlers who carried the banner are gone, retiring or simply burning out and younger wrestlers taking their places care not for the history. Present company included."

“Yes…that is certainly a fact. This place, from the best I can tell, has never had any real history whatsoever to speak of. They’ve had a precious few uniting symbols. A few select individuals of people who left impossible shoes to fill once they left. Of course…if you’d prefer me to be more honest… I believe that they were a handful of paranoid individuals who stayed on top for far too long and made impacts in all the wrong ways. That’s why this place is—and I’m getting sick of myself saying it—a classic example of systematic decay. It’s falling apart from the very top all the way to the bottom. While it’s in this state,” Umeko paused to show her flair for the dramatic, “I think it’d be wise to expose those symbols for what they are.”

"Targets." That was his train of thought, anyway. He was rather fatalist when it came to other people and their relation to him especially, they were frequently no more than living tools to use to further his own means.


"Exactly, my dear Doctor," She said almost cheerfully as she resisted the urge to actually pat him on the head like some sort of pet. "They are, after all, one of the few things left in this company that still has any meaning at all. Attacking their heroes...their so-called legends... People like Senator Phillips... That's the only way we'll ever be able to elicit genuine emotion. It’s the only way that we’ll be able to make everybody who would try to emulate them think twice about it. Which reminds me…”

A Pause.

“Did you get the tickets all straightened out?”

"Ah. Yes, yes I did. They arrived today in the mail. I do so love when you mention attacking heroes, you know. It's rather theatrical of you. Well..." He glanced at her as she walked past him, he turning as he spoke. "Moreso than usual."

"What can I say?" She grinned, almost impishly. "I do love playing the villain."

"And who is playing?" Her impish grin was met by an equally impish tone to his voice, though his face was just as subdued as ever. "Someone must be the villain. Why not enjoy oneself when fulfilling the role?"

“Have I ever mentioned that I find that mind of yours absolutely intoxicating?”

"Every now and then." Inward smile. "But that's not incredibly important. We'll have to pack now and take the bags to the arena; we'll have to hurry to get the connecting flight after the show."

“Yes, I know…I’m afraid I might over pack just a bit, but I don’t want to forget anything. I just hope I still remember how to speak my language…” She groaned, only half-joking as she rose from the table and seemed to quietly wonder what all she still had to pack. “Regardless… I think this will be a productive trip. After all, I have a cat to feed and a flower to deliver to a lucky little girl…not to mention I think you’ll enjoy being in my element, for a change.”

"Mhm." His short, not entirely curt but perhaps slightly too short response was met with a slightly annoyed glance in his direction. "...Yes, yes, Umeko. I'm sure you'll keep this gaijin from doing something to embarrass you too badly."

"Oh yes...my Alexander...I’ll be sure to give your leash a firm tug if you ever look lost,” She smiled brightly, even as she looked through one of her bags. There probably weren’t two people on the face of the Earth who spent more time playing games with words than the esteemed Doctor Starkweather and the renowned Ms. Saito. “I’m only speaking figuratively, of course.”

"I should hope so. Collars are a bit gauche." The image of her wearing a collar, cute little leash and all, crossed his mind. That was short-lived, it not being nearly his style. But a fanciful notion nonetheless.

“A bit…but there is a quality to them that I do find romantic, from time-to-time.” A similar image passed through her mind, in the reverse, of course. It was something she would thoroughly enjoy…but it was also something that she’d actually be afraid to do. A bit of Starkweather’s mystic might be gone forever if he ever gave into in such a symbolic fashion. “Nostalgia aside, we do need to get to the arena as quickly as possible. I don’t know if the brooding knockout machine or our overly paranoid champion could get along without us for too long.”

"Quite... We can't let them go around thinking their stable mates are scheming off in a darkened corner somewhere, now can we?"

She led the way, as was her typical way of doing things, and without bowing his head in aquiescence or servitude he followed her.

...Interesting relationship, isn't it?

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Jason Freeman vs Adrian Flamingo (Credit: Hunter)

The match started off rather quickly as most matches between lighter competitors do. Freeman and Flamingo dodged a few strikes until Flamingo was able to poke Freeman in the eye, and then drop him down with the X Factor. Although the speed of the match was sacrificed, his sudden gain of an advantage worked directly in his favor. He stomped on Freeman a few times, and then locked in a triangle choke. Freeman, however, was able to get a foot under the ropes, saving him from any sudden defeat. He rose and dodged a kick, and then began his excessive offense by throwing Flamingo back with a dropkick. After the flamboyant one rose up and recovered, Freeman launched at him with a barrage of fists, and then threw him into the ropes and, on his way back, charged at him for a shining leg lariat, which he delivered perfectly, albeit to a mere two count.

After this, the two began to slightly slow their pacing, making sure to conserve their energy for what both knew would be a powerful finale. Freeman blocked a scoop slam, and then quickly nailed Flamingo with an inverted brainbuster pancake, and proceeded to lock on a camel clutch. When the move was locked on, he then began to gouge at Flamingo's beautiful face, much to the displeasure of the astonishing one. Flamingo threw his head back into Freeman's jaw, and then threw him off before launching him into the corner, where he proceeded to wildly punch him, until Freeman was also able to push him off. The two then charged at each other, and Flamingo was able to nail Freeman with the Cradle Robber, although he only got a two count out of it. He stomped at Freeman again, and then lifted him up for a suplex, but Freeman was able to roll him into a small package, albeit only for another two count.

Although relatively exhausted when approaching the end of the match, both men still gave it their all to try to achieve victory. Freeman had a brief moment of complications when he launched Flamingo into the corner, and proceeded to hit him with a charging double knee attack, followed by a handstand delayed gravity kick (whatever the hell that is), followed by a back somersault. Although hurt, Flamingo is not down long enough for Freeman to cover, and so their attack continue, until Flamingo locks in the Wet Dream to the fans' excessive delight. Freeman struggles around, but is eventually able to drop down to his knees, which throws Flamingo's jaw into Freeman's head. Flamingo reels back, and Freeman moves to end it with the Journey’s End – but Flamingo is as sharp as a tack and counters out, completely surprising Freeman with a roll-up for the three count, and the win.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: An Internal Wound. (Credit: ??)

The scene opens in a lavishly decorated office, there’s wall scrolls, nice sofa’s, a computer desk with a computer but the prominent thing is a Japanese Wall-Screen which hide the action and purveyors. The sound of the door opening behind the camera is heard and foot steps are heard, more than one as well as a set of quite loud foot steps and the sound of clicky clacky heels.

The people (4 of them) walk on-screen but they’re behind the wall-screen, from appearances it’s 3 men and a woman, 2 men and the girl sit-down while the remaining man performs a Shaolin Mon Bow before kneeling down.

Voice 1 (Male): So Mr. Kakkalakky.

Voice 3 (Male: It’s R-

Voice 1: Shut it!

Voice 3: Sorry.

Voice 1: And so you should be… so it appears you’re working for us now Mr. Kakkalakky.

Voice 2 (Male): You’d better not betray us or I’ll leave a crack in your skull.

Voice 2 stands up and it appears the man is very tall and imposing.

Voice 3: No need for hostilities… Sir, just tell me who you want me to whack and I’ll do it.

Voice 4 (Female): Are you sure we can trust this guy? He’s been getting mighty friendly with our target from what we’ve seen.

Voice 2 sits down.

Voice 1: What’cha mean?

Voice 2: This guy’s been making friends, he met our little enemy and now we gotta’ kick his ass.

Voice 1: Well… y’know it just so happens that he’s kinda not here in America legally so there’s our vice, if he doesn’t do what we say he’ll get deported back to Congo or wherever her came from/

Voice 3: It was actually Jap-

Voice 1: SILENCE!!! … Listen buddy I don’t care how you got here but you’re working for us now and if you do what we want, we’ll hook you up with a VISA so you can stay here, God knows why you want to though… this place sucks.

Voice 3: No, I won’t attack her! She was nice to me.

Voice 1: If you don’t do it she’ll get worse treatment personally rather than screwing things up around her.

Voice 3: But!..

The large figure picks up the phone and begins to dial.

Voice 2: I’ve got immigration on speed dial even though I’m dialling numbers, so if you want to go back to the Japanese Sewers that you come from you do what we say or you get whacked.

Voice 1: Don’t argue with my main man here he’ll crush ya’ like a twig.

Voice 4: Last thing you want is a high heel to the crotch!

Voice 3: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I’ll.. *sniff* I’ll do it but you’d better hold up your end of the bargain.

Voice 1: Alright, oh and hey listen if we find out that you’re telling her what we’re planning then your death will be long and painful at the hands of…

Voice 2: Me.

Voice 1: Bingo.

Voice 3: Alright no more!

Voice 1: Then we’ll personally take your corpse back to the sewer you came from, put you in the sewage crap and let your body go down stream where nobody will see you… AGAIN!

Voice 3 literally leaps out of the back of his seat in fright. Voice 3 picks himself up and walks out from the screen and off-stage as Voice 1 puts his feet up.

Voice 1: Job well done guys…

[Fade]