Thursday Night Meltdown 31st May 2007

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Thursday Night Meltdown 31st May 2007

ACW World Tour III: The Road Less Travelled
Palacio de los Deportes
Mexico City, Mexico

Schedule of Matches:
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Ross Lambert vs Chris Cyan

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XS3 vs Ricky Falco

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Thunderkiss vs Wolf w/Predator

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Kudo Yasuda vs Scott Andrews vs Nick Durden

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VorteX vs Jay Zero vs Jake Cheng - LHW Championship - "Big Money" Ladder Match

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Jason Freeman vs Santiago Rivera - International Championship Match

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

It’s hot in Mexico City, and it’s not just the climate that’s cranking up the heat. With Omega Effect drawing ever closer, the intertwining of personal relationships and the chase for gold and glory becomes more and more complex… and things aren’t going to get any simpler from here on in…

The crowd is assembled in the Palacio, and awaiting the first match with great anticipation. But first, let’s step back just a little in time…

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Segment: Time to Man Up (Credit: Michael)

Pre Show

We’re inside of Nick Durden’s locker room at the arena in Mexico City. Nick is dressed fully in his ring attire, and the look on his face lets you know he is ready to go. Nick is as prepared as he will ever be for tonight’s main event.

“Tonight Scott Andrews, we are going to lock horns once again. It’s been quite some time since we last met. The times were different when we had our first encounter. Sure, both of us were already battle tested ring veterans at that point. Both of us were hungry, gung ho competitors on the verge of dominating this wrestling industry. But I was sitting just a little prettier than you on that night.”

Nick laughs as he begins to roll his shoulders.

“You’ve been on quite a roll since then, retiring Latino and all. The paychecks have gotten bigger, haven’t they Scott? More meals on the table and less scratching and clawing just to get a piece of yours.”

Nick nods his head slowly, and then begins to rub his chin.

“You’ve grown Scott. You’ve grown into a fine competitor: a piece of crap human being, but a fine competitor nonetheless. Before our first encounter, I directed some comments towards you. Perhaps it was prophetic foreshadowing on my part, but I asked you if you had what it took to become the next great hero of ACW. Throughout your fights with psychos like Starkweather and Brimstone, the torment that you went through as your personal life was ripped asunder by your opponents, you showed class. You had true strength and determination that allowed you to attain ultimate victory. I saw potential in you, but I also noticed an inner struggle. It was up to you to decide whether to uphold the ways of honor, or lay the code by the wayside in lieu of personal benefit. The path of the straight and narrow isn’t easy to traverse. You’ve become the same as your former foes. Personal gain and success are your favorite bedfellows. You don’t care how unhappy you are inside as long as you’re on top. Pathetic.”

Nick balls up his fists and then begins grinding righty into his left palm.

“That’s been a giant part of your success as wrestler. The bookers were so kind to give me a shot at a man like you. I mean, a win here would mean the world to me. Revitalize my career it would! Or maybe it’s really the exact opposite.

You’ve clung to your success, and have been impressive in defending it. But something’s just not right, is it Scott? People don’t look at you and say ‘there goes the best in the world.’ No, they keep looking for that man to step up and knock you down a peg. Why is there no adulation for the dominant superstar who has so many incredible victories as notches in his belt? It’s all been a joke, that’s why!”

Nick shakes his head, and turns his back to the camera.

“Not a single soul in that locker room has had the determination or the heart to really test you. A true warrior needs his trials by fire to truly mold him into a great. You’ve gone through random opponent after random opponent. The system has to scramble to come up with contenders to feed to you. There’s no passion in the people vying for your strap. Looks to me like that’s about to change with young bucks like Jay Zero and Adrian Flamingo finally discovering themselves. When are you going to be truly tested? Who has the brass balls big enough to push you to the limit!?”

Nick turns himself back to the camera, and flashes a cheesy smile.

“I do. It’s just a standard match on a standard show tonight, but that doesn’t matter to me. I don’t want much from you. All I want is everything you have to offer. Show me your bravado, Scott. If you’re a true fighting champion who stands above the mortals, then you’d better not allow yourself to get slapped around by The Sickness too badly!

A young pyro technician who is new here had a little conversation with me as I was walking in the building today. He said ‘it’s good to have you back Nick! Show Scott that he’s no Nick Durden.’ I’ve been tried by fire, and every time I come out tempered steel, friend. The wars I’ve been through are legendary. Through all the Leon Chases, John Ruths and Adrian Flamingos I have found a way to rise above. Can you rise above me? I’m not going to allow it. Tonight you run into the biggest roadblock you’ve ever seen. It’s standing as tall as a mountain, and it’s not going to budge. I’ve drawn a line in the sand. It’s time to man up!

Believe it...‘cause it’s JUST...THAT...SIMPLE!”

Fade.

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Segment: “The Hardening of Bones and the Strengthening of Spirit” (Credit: Kudo)

Kudo is shown in an undisclosed location, but it is a dojo with several Thai kick boxers striking away at padded trainers, the sound of the impact filling the small room. Kudo is doing the same, only he is working faster and using both his elbows and his legs. The flurry of 4 elbow strikes, to 3 leg kicks, to 2 big knee strikes followed by a nasty roundhouse kick that the trainer dodges wows even some of the other trainees in the room. The trainer pats Kudo on the back after the workout, and says in broken English:

“All Over.”

Kudo’s voice comes on over the footage.

Kudo: ACW’s tour in the East ended. But I wasn’t quite done there. I wanted to see if I couldn’t get a jolt back into my offense with some of the kick boxing knowledge from its birthplace, Thailand, and so I spent a good portion of my time during that tour in this run down gym.

If this is footage from Thailand, then it must have been recorded a week ago before Kudo’s trip to the west begun. The screen changes to a documentary feel to the trainer’s face as he begins speaking to the camera and a translator is dubbed over him.

Trainer: When he came along I didn’t really know what he wanted from us. We are not that big, popularity wise, or facility wise. Foreigners who contact kickboxing schools here in Thailand usually have the big money to afford the best. It was nice to see that Kudo recognized that what people get from Muay Thai training is what they put in, and not what they pay. It is obvious that he had the big time profession wrestling money to afford a more expensive location, but he came here anyway. I was so honored by the act that I forwent any costs, but he strongly offered to pay anyway. He said the bathrooms struck more fear in him than any wrestler he’s ever faced. (chuckles)

Footage begins to play of various training sessions, specifically targeted in Kudo’s knee striking.

Trainer: The full training would take years to implement and perfect, any gym will tell you that, but Kudo wanted one thing when he arrived and that was to strengthen the primary weapon in his possession: his striking. And it was good that he was a quick learner, because I’m not sure how much more my other students could put up with his brash attitude around them, sometimes being a good 10 years younger. And so we went to work.

I asked him to demonstrate his Yakuza Knee strike, and I must say I feel sorry for anyone that has to take that without padding. That was the first time I asked him to show it to me and I had seen enough. We went straight to building his leg strength, the legs are the closest things to the ground and they work as the foundation for almost every other part of the body. He had no disputes. One day after another, he showed up and took the punishment I put on his knees and leg muscles. He went on longer than most of my students, and I have to admit I was almost enjoying seeing how much longer he could last. It was like a game, but it was purely serious for Kudo.

I bestowed within him everything I could possibly do in such short time, but if it were anyone other than Kudo, I would have said trying it would have been a lost cause. But this young man is so determined, I was impressed. But I am almost sure that he did not grasp the full spirit of Muay Thai and that he was trying to learn something much too fast. The only other time I asked him to show me the Yakuza Knee again was the day he left, and physically I know there was a change. Sometimes I wonder if that is all he was looking for from the start.

Interviewer: So if you could describe Kudo and your short experience with him, what would it be?

Trainer: Well there’s a lot of ways---

Interviewer: In one word, what would you describe him as?

Trainer: In one word? Unstable. Kudo is young, hasty, impatient and somewhat cocky, but one can also easily see it another way: young, athletic, determined, and confident. His potential to grow is great, especially from what I hear he’s already accomplished in profession wrestling, but I would still say he has a journey to go before he can mentally reach his highest point.

Interviewer: What were his last words before he left?

Trainer: His last words?

Kudo’s face comes on now in the same documentary style.

Kudo: My last words to him? “Make sure you clean up that bathroom in case I come back.”

Trainer: Hahaha

-Fade Out-

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Match 1: Ross Lambert vs Chris Cyan (Credit: Wyvern)

The match started off with the two relative newcomers going at it with sheer brutality, with Lambert attempting to skirt the rules a few times early on, with strikes to the lower midsection and rakes to the eyes. The crowd, by default, was firmly in Cyan’s favor, as he rallied from a near fall, following a Crippling Losses wrist clutch snap DDT. Surprising Lambert by powering out following an onslaught, Chris Cyan started to mount an offense – his first actual streak of it in the match.

Fueled by the crowd’s support, Chris Cyan began to dominate in the match, and nearly scored a major pinfall, after connecting with a well-timed superkick when Lambert tried to rush him. Trying to keep in control of the match, however, Cyan began to get a little reckless with his offense, opting for the flashier, hard-hitting signature moves of his in lieu of a steady weardown arsenal. This resulted in a disappointment for Cyan, as the Cyan Crusher was reversed on the top rope into a modified muscle buster by Lambert.

Both men were down for a while following the maneuver, as the referee on hand began administering the obligatory ten count. It took both men until halfway between 9 and 10 to get back to their feet, as the crowd applauded the lack of a knock out draw. Looking to redeem himself from having his finisher reversed when he nearly had Lambert away, Cyan began coming after Lambert with lefts and rights. Lambert was knocked into the corner, as Cyan backed away for a moment to attempt a running knee, but as Cyan came dashing forward, he was met with a quick response from Lambert, in the form of a hair-pull lariat. This gave Lambert the opportunity to capitalize on Cyan’s overzealous offense, ending the match swiftly from there on out with the XG-X9 for the win.

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Segment: An Interview (Credit: Wyvern)

The Alphatron cuts its feed of the ring after coming back to commercial, to backstage, where Kevin Anderson is standing by Wyvern. The crowd boos immensely at the sight of the ACW World Champion, as an interview is conducted.

Kevin: I’m standing here with Wyvern, the ACW World Heavyweight Champion. Wyvern, the latest news circling around the past week or so, is the inclusion of Senator in the Omega Effect III main event. What are your thoughts on this?

Smirking, Wyvern responds.

Wyvern: Pathetic. It seems everyone’s getting a second chance around here. What ever happened to my second chances? Senator played the politicking card to the fullest, and somehow, as incomprehensible it really is, to get his name on the marquee of the biggest night in ACW.

Kevin: At the current state, it appears there is mutual discontent amongst you, Senator, and BK. Care to elaborate on that?

Wyvern: Sure. BK London, as you all know, managed to take it upon himself to insert himself into the main event at Spring Into Hell. Fine, I don’t care, as long as you stay clean and clear away from my modus operandi. But he failed…miserably. He called the match off, which chocked up to ANY ref otherwise, was a very peculiar call. Despite not ever wanting to agree with that politicking nitwit Senator, we were robbed. Robbed of a finite conclusion. Robbed of the scale of bloodshed. And for what? Seriously, for what, BK? Did you manage to feel bad for the Senator? Did you want to spite my progress in eradicating that incompetent politician? Well, it doesn’t matter now, what’s done is done. However, now that I have you BOTH in the ring at the same time, well, perhaps it works out in my favor.

Kevin: How could that work out in your favor? Two former world champions are nothing to sneeze at!

Wyvern: That’s the fallacy in your logic. BK’s been the “boy” who has been at the “right place at the right time” for his entire career, while Senator…I gave Senator his title reign AND took it away. Case in point – don’t be fooled into thinking these ingrates are capable of carrying the world on their shoulders. Whereas, the Modern Day Judas has done everything by not seeking handouts and being the opportunistic – wait, wait…that’d be calling the kettle black. Ha! Well, I’ve done EVERYTHING to the BEST of my ability, which judging by my track records against both men in singles matches, which is spotless, it’s futile to think they’ll be able to best me.

Kevin: Strong words, Wyvern.

With that, Wyvern does the unthinkable, as he grasps Kevin by his polo collar with his hands and slams him up against the wall. Seething, Wyvern responds.

Wyvern: YOU don’t KNOW the slightest of it.

Throwing Kevin down to the ground, Wyvern glares at the camera for a moment, before storming off.

End of Segment.

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Segment: Big Money....No Whammy…….NO WHAMMY!.....STOP! (Credit: Vortex, Zero and Cheng)

The scene fades in to reveal the Mexico arena which is packed with fans all eager to get started with more action. When the arena lights snap off and “Out of the Ashes” hits the fans know what to expect this time and a medial uproar is heard throughout the arena. The arena is cast into the familiar monochrome glow as Vortex walks down to the ring ladder thrown over one shoulder. He stops at the bottom and looks around, then holds the ladder high generating quite a pop from the crowd. Vortex throws the ladder over the ropes and into the center of the ring, and then enters the ring by rolling under the ropes. He walks over to the corner and retrieves a mic before coming back to the center signaling for the music to be cut off. The lights come back on normally and Vortex puts one foot on the ladder before speaking.

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Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.

The crowd cheers in appreciation at this, knowing that this line will be an integral part of Vortex’s speeches from now on.

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Vortex: Earlier tonight I was speaking with the chairman, and managed to secure a slot for my propositional ladder match.

This statement generates a great reaction from the crowd, the air in the arena growing tense with excitement.

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Vortex: Problem is, no one has actually accepted yet.

The crowd dies down quite a bit and some faint boos are even heard, a majority of them probably very confused.

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Vortex: Look, as I said I will fight anyone and be willing to put up a thousand dollars, hell I don’t care if I have to pull someone from the CROWD.

The atmosphere in the arena changes again as the ‘pick me’ chants start up again, as if a crowd member actually had a chance of competing in such an event.

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Vortex: Now, I know the entire ACW roster cannot be THIS cowardly, so I’m going to stand here and wait.

Vortex paces back and forth as the crowd begins to chant ‘we want ladders’, the arena thundering with commotion.

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Vortex: Oh, come on now…where are our great champions? Entertainers? The janitor?

“4 Words” comes over the speakers and the fans instantly know what to expect as the arena erupts with a cacophony of booing. Vortex turns and looks at the entrance as Jake Cheng walks out and stops at the top of the ramp.

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Jake: Well, well. Look at this, Vortex willing to put a thousand dollars up just to get on the show. Are you desperate or do you want to lose money?

The crowd begins to boo again obviously hating Jake for recent events that have taken place; Vortex doesn’t have much of a reaction to this as he just stares up the ramp, before laughing in a low tone.

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Vortex: Look, obviously you’re out here for a reason other than to make vain remarks. If your not I suggest you go backstage before things really get more out hand than they really need to be.

The air thickens with intensity as these two stare each other down, obviously neither is willing to back down and the crowd is doing nothing but encouraging this escalating situation.

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Jake: Look, if I thought you were worth the effort, you’d already be kissing the mat.

The crowd cheers at this expecting a confrontation at any moment, but neither man moves from their place.

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Jake: How about this, you put your money up and I’ll put my title up, but I assure you I’m going home a thousand dollars richer.

A massive pop results from this statement as the air crackles with intensity, Vortex steps up to the front of the ring and leans over the ropes still grinning.

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Vortex: This is sure to make for an interesting night. So I guess it’s settled then…I--

At this instant “Simple Man” hits and both Jake and Vortex’s attention are brought to the area of the ramp behind Jake where Jay Zero walks out in spraying hairspray everywhere and proudly wearing his Entertainment Championship belt. The air fills with boos and Jake’s eyes narrow apparently infuriated at being interrupted like this.

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Zero: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, did somebody just call for an entertainer?! [/color]

Both Zero’s entrance and words draw an enormous amount of booing, and the air in the arena grows to near riot conditions.

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Zero: Yet, when I started to come down here, all I see is a ladder, an idiot, and a Chink! [/color]

Jake’s eyes fill with fury as he adjusts the Light Heavyweight Title belt. Vortex lifts the mic up.

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Vortex: What do you want?

Zero: Well I’ve only heard bits and pieces of things but did I hear this right? Vortex, you said you want to have a ladder match, here, TONIGHT!? [/color]

Vortex nods his head and pulls the microphone up.

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Vortex: Well, that sure sounds like what I’ve been talking about out here.

Zero: And you’re willing to put up One….THOUSAND Dollars on this match?!? [/color]

Vortex nods again and this surprises Jay a bit.

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Zero: Wow! Phew, one thousand dollars?! Dang……..is that all they pay you here? How long have you been building that up in your savings account, Vortex? Hmm? I make that kind of money for just laying one single punch on a man! [/color]

The crowd doesn’t approve of this large ego and continue to boo Jay.

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Zero: Vortex, I’m gonna help you out now! I’ll give ya’ a few tips. If you want to bring Entertainment to this show you sir, need two things! One! Be a man and up the cash flow that you’re putting on the line a bit! And TWOOOO! In order for Entertainment, you need the Champion of doing that…ME! JAY ZERO! [/color]

This draws an immense amount of hatred from the crowd, which causes Jay to erupt in laughter spraying hairspray at the nearby fans before chucking the can into the crowd, causing even more booing. Right before Vortex can respond, Jake takes the spotlight.

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Jake: Okay, hold on! Jay, I am not asking but telling you to get out of my sight right now. You’re not worthy of this belt, and the only reason I’m letting Vortex have a shot at it is because he is paying me to do so. You, you’re bringing nothing to the table here except a hell of a lot of annoying babble and faggy hair.

Zero: Cheng, I never expected you to just give me a shot of that pretty little title of yours. And frankly, I don’t give a damn about it because I know at any given time and opportunity, I can take that straight out of your possession ya’ egg roll suckin’ son of a bitch! [/color]

The two men step within inches of each other as the crowd goes nuts with anticipation. Both men have very short fuses and past history, making it look as if fists are going to fly; the sound is so loud the arena seems to be shaking thunderously, the sound swells and flows into one giant roar before Vortex literally has to shout in the mic to get any word in.

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Vortex: Hey! Since you two are so eager to fight, I’m willing to make this match a triple threat! I’ll put my money up, Jake puts his title up…and Zero can show us all why he’s holding the ‘Entertainment’ belt. You fans want a show? You’re going to get one HELL of a show!

‘Out of the Ashes’ hits and Vortex drops his mic, picks up the ladder and exits the ring. He stops at the bottom momentarily before walking up the ramp and stopping in front of the two other men. The three men stare at each other, before Vortex drops the ladder in front of the other two and pushes between them, exiting backstage. The scene fades out with Jake staring viciously at Jay whose decided to take the high road, slowly walking backwards up the ramp, making a title belt around his waist motion and pointing to the Light Heavyweight Championship as the crowd is still going wild.

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Segment: On Honor (Credit: Michael)

Pre Show

Nick Durden has now made his way to the empty arena. He is staring out at the thousands of empty seats, which will soon be filled by screaming fans who are ready to see the show of their lives. As usual, Nick is up to the challenge of delivering just what his fans are fancying. He is now standing in the very spot that the ring will be in just a few hours. Nick does a twirl, to just sort of “breathe in” the atmosphere. Finally, Nick stands completely still, with his eyes deadlocked on the camera.

“I’ve heard it said, 'Absolute power, corrupts absolutely.' Tonight, Kudo Yasuda and I step into the ring to compete against each other for the very first time. You and I will be warriors walking in with the sole purpose of latching onto the ever-elusive brass ring. We will both fight our hearts out tonight. We will put every ounce of energy that we have into this one fight… on this night.”

Nick looks down at the ground for several seconds, trying to collect his thoughts. He’s having a tough time coming up with the words. Finally, he looks back towards the camera, and he taps at his chest with his right hand.

“Kudo, I’ve grown to respect you very much over these past few weeks. When I first heard I was gonna be in this match with you, I really didn’t know what to think. I’d heard some stories about you, some good and others very bad. People said that you had issues, but hell, who doesn’t? I first assumed that you’d be another one of the trash talking masses, who thinks that their shit doesn’t stink… but man… did you prove me wrong! It turned out that you were a man after my own heart. We share many of the same ideals. We have the same outlook on the business of professional wrestling.”

Nick runs his hands through what little hair he has, as he nods at himself.

“It was a pleasure to get to know you, Kudo. For a long time, I thought that maybe I was the only one holding onto the supposedly ‘foolish’ ways of honor. But it’s good to see that there are still stand up individuals like you around. However, I have found something glaringly wrong in your dogma.”

Nick balls his fists up.

“Honor is never lost to you, unless you make it so. There is no lack of honor in you desiring to best me, just as there is nothing wrong with you intending to hurt me on this night. We are two birds of a feather in most regards. But I am the one who fully understands what it means to fight for honor.”

A huge smile creeps up on the face of Nick.

“Kudo, I do not fight for myself on this evening. I am not fighting you out of a desire for power, but out of my desire to make proud the ones I love! I fight for every man, woman, and child who has believed in me! I fight for my friends who helped make me what I am today! This battle is for my woman! This battle is for my parents! I fight for my unborn child, so that he may one day look his father in the eye and say ‘I’m proud that you’re my daddy.’ This is why I fight.”

Nick is really going now, as he begins pacing about.

“Why do you fight, Kudo? Is it merely to fulfill your own primal alpha male instincts? Or is it perhaps for something deeper. Maybe you are one of the men who are caught in the never-ending spiral of chasing after the thirty pounds of gold. We all fight for different reasons, but it is those of us who fight for something pure who always go that extra mile. It is those of us who fight with a purposeful mindset who go the extra mile just to seize the day.”

Nick stops dead in his tracks, as he places his hands on his hips.

“I used to be one of the foolish men who was ruled by his own lust for more! But that man is dead and gone! For the first time in my life…for the very first time, I feel like I am set free! It’s no longer about putting more notches in my belt, Kudo. It’s about the honor, the sensation that I feel when I step into the ring and compete with a warrior who is on my level. That is what it is all about to me.”

Nick crouches down and rests his hands on his knees, as he tilts his head sideways, looking towards the camera still.

“You see, I will not let a chance at Absolute Power corrupt my soul. Does your honor die tonight, Kudo? Or does it begin anew? I for one, hope for the latter. Because you see, when it really comes down to it, it’s your own choice that you have to make inside of yourself. Will you step your game up on this night? Are you prepared to meet a man on the opposite side of the ring, who is more driven than he has ever been before? You had better be,” Nick says smugly.

“Kudo, I only need one last thing from you. I only need you to step forward when the time come. I only need you to…”

Nick lets his arms fall to his side, as he lets a half-smile adorn his face, looking into the camera once more, as he states the following calmly.

“...get down with the Sickness because there IS...NO...CURE.”

Fade.

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Match 2: XS3 vs Ricky Falco (Credit: Hunter)

The match, as you've no doubt guessed by reading my name in the credits, started off rather quickly. From the moment that Falco slid into the ring, XS3 began to pound on his back, and then lifted him up and threw him into the ropes, and on his way back took him down with a clothesline. He posed for the crowd briefly (which got a decent pop), and then proceeded to stomp on Falco, who eventually had the common sense to roll out of the way. He kipped up and instantly began his onslaught of kicks and punches, which eventually stuns the big man enough for Falco to be able to slap him across the chest and bring his head crashing into the mat with an implant DDT, albeit only for a two count. Falco then tried for a Boston Crab, but the big man kicked him back, lifted him up, and nailed him with a northern lights suplex.

Yet again, as you've no doubt guessed by now, the match slowed down at this point, because it is the beginning of the second paragraph, as written by me. You'd think I'd change it up...you'd think wrong. XS3 tried to weaken his opponent through a series of suplexes, but after the second one, Falco catches the pattern and blocks the suplex, then pushes XS3 back and headbutts him viciously. He then tries to pull him down for a small package, but his size prevents him from doing this successfully. XS3 simply smirks, lifts Falco up, and drops him back down with the Burning Cradle, although yet again he receives a two count for his efforts. He lifted him up once more and attempted the Final Fate, but Falco pushed him back, charged at him, and delivered a picture perfect leg lariat, knocking the big man down.

And as should be obvious by now, the start of the third paragraph means the start of the ultra fast paced finale. Falco charged in for a clothesline, but XS3 ducked it and dropped Falco down with an out of nowhere Closing Moment...but alas, it is not the titled moment of the match (oh yeah, pun time!). Falco recovers quickly and elbows XS3 as he grabs him for the Xhiliration, and then nails him with the Athletic Death Drop, albeit for yet another two count. He then runs at the ropes for the Bowlin' Leg Drop, but XS3 rolls out of the way, rises, and nails him with a Big Boot just as he arrives to his final destination...but it's not so final, as he is still able to kick out (I'm on a ROLL). Falco continues to fight back, even getting so far as to grab XS3 for Falco's Fury...but alas, the big man has too much built up strength, and he lets it all loose on Falco when he whips him away and delivers the Shadow Step, which finally garners him the long awaited three count.

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Segment: Imposter? (Credit: BK)

As this segment opens up, BK London appears to be walking through the corridor and even in Mexico City - the Fallen Heroes winner gets a pop that nearly blows the roof off. He continues down the possibly never ending hallway, and continues to look around in the locker rooms, bathrooms, offices, any room he can basically find until he runs into a crew worker.

BK: Hey hey Jerry, you know where Latino is tonight?

Jerry: Latino? He's retired, last time I checked.

BK: Yeah yeah, I know, but he showed up on Warfare earlier this week - I was thinking he'd still be with us tonight. He gave me some good advice and I just want to thank him for it.

Jerry: Oh wait...I think I understand where you're coming from man. Didn't you hear about what happened after the show last week?

BK: After the show? No. Right after the main event, I packed my bags and headed straight for the airport. Why?

Jerry: That guy who was roaming around backstage, he was actually an imposter.

BK: An imposter? You've got to be kidding me. He looked just like him, he couldn't have been.

Jerry: Yeah I know, I tell you - all those puerto ricans look alike. And he just didn't go to your locker room. He stole the Wii from Wyldcard's locker room, the nun-chucks from Jake, the stack of playboy in Thunderkiss' locker room...and he finally got caught after one more thing.

BK: And what was that?

Jerry: The sick son of a bitch attempted to make out with Alicia Kitsune.

BK: WHAAAT?!

Jerry: Mhmmm, he went in the room and "surprised" AK and attempted to make a move, but AK quickly knew that he wasn't her Victor. But he still tried to make the move.

BK winces.

BK: ...well then how'd they find him?

Jerry: Well, apparently, Alicia called the police and when they came, the dude was already knocked out cold and bleeding profusely from the forehead with the word “wanker” written in black marker across his T shirt.

Out of nowhere, Ron Simmons makes a surprise appearance in ACW.

Ron Simmons: DAMN!

Ron Simmons exits.

BK: ...my sentiments exactly. Well, I guess it couldn't have been Latino - his advice was too good. Knowing the real Latino, he'd tell me to drink two shots of tequila and call it a day.

Jerry laughs.

Jerry: I hear that.

He then looks at his watch.

Jerry: Oh BK, you better hurry man if you want to catch that killer Ladder Match tonight. I hear there's money on the line.

BK: Well Jake is in it, I guess I should start to pay attention, thanks for the update man. Really appreciate it.

Jerry: No problem.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Unscheduled Detour
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns, Senator Steve Phillips is seen on the screen, standing in a spacious office room, with the graphic at the bottom notating that the feed is originating live from Springfield, Illinois.

The Senator: Hello, ACW, I apologize for not being able to grace you all with my presence tonight, but duty called...and thus, I had some business to finish up before I head back to the squared circle, and finally focus all my attention on what very well might be the final great challenge of my career. My political dealings can not be ignored, I shall finish my business here, and by the end of this week, I will fully dedicate myself to winning at Omega Effect.

Suddenly, Kevin Fitsharris walks into the back of the office, a stack of papers in his arms, as he looks over to the camera, Fitsharris drops the entire pile, with sheets going everywhere. Phillips whirls back, aggravated at the commotion, and as he sees what happened, his face turns beet red.

Senator: Mr. Fitsharris! It is bad enough that you have interrupted my live video feed with Meltdown, but you have managed to render my information on the immigration bill entirely useless!

Anthony Kalb sticks his head in at this point, and slaps his palm against his forehead when he sees the scene in front of him.

Senator: Mr. Kalb, if you would be kind enough to assist Fitsharris in picking up the dreadful mess that lies on and around my desk here, I would appreciate it.

Kalb: Sure, boss...damn, Kev, only a moron like you could have done this!

Fitsharris: Hey, if you would have helped carry this crap in the first place, maybe it'd be sitting in a nice stack on the desk! Not my fault this happened!

Kalb: The hell it is! You blunderer...

Senator: Enough! It is unfortunate enough that I am utilizing two bothersome wrestlers as supplemental office work, but I will NOT tolerate you two bickering as I finish my message here, so I strongly suggest that each of you get to work finding a way to reorganize the papers. Hmph, I have to read that junk...ok, fine, where was I, yes, Omega Effect, at Omega Effect, I have one last shot at the ACW World Heavyweight Title, and as such, I must eliminate all distractions before entering my final stage of training. That means, politics will take a backseat for this short amount of time. That means that...what the heck?!?

The Capitalists, meanwhile, started to pick up the sheets, but Fitsharris decided to sit down in the Senator's chair as he did so. Kalb's eyes grew wide as he saw this, and yanked Fitsharris out of the seat, a tad too hard, sending him flying across the room, and into a table, knocking both the former Fallout star, and the furniture piece over in one fell swoop, as Phillips turned around again.

Senator: Out! Out! Out! I want both of you blithering, slithering, brainless imbeciles out of my office! Why I bother putting up with the likes of you is something that escapes reason and...just get out of here!

The Senator boots both men out of the office, slamming the door shut, and heads back to the camera, wiping his face off as he does so.

Senator: So then, I will not deal with anything else that threatens to break my focus, that takes me off the road to Omega Effect. Wyvern, BK, this may be personal at one level, but in the end, I shall arrive, ready to do nothing but the business that ACW will pay me to do, and that, you people, is nothing...but the truth.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Doing The Job (Credit: Wyvern / Stark)

The scene fades into the dressing room of Alexander Starkweather. Starkweather is sitting down at a table, as Umeko Saito is shown leaving the room. As soon as she breaks the threshold of the door, Wyvern turns into the room, and pulls up a chair right in front of Starkweather.

Wyvern: So, how was Japan?

His eyebrows raise in quiet surprise and mild curiosity, the short-haired celtic-rune-faced ACW champion taking a seat directly in front of him and he sitting back before folding his arms over his chest.

Stark: Rather well, actually. We saw Umeko's father while we were visiting, went to an arcade, Shibuya Terminal... It was all rather refreshing.

Wyvern: Interesting, good to hear things went well. I take it you've been updated on the ongoings from Monday?

He shrugs lightly, crossing one legs over the other and examining a nail closely.

Stark: Hm... Actually, we've just gotten to the arena. What exactly are you referencing?

Wyvern: Well, it's just simply a case of continual waxing by those mongrels BK and Senator. Seriously, we need to put them asunder, as even when they're not referencing us, it's still grating.

Stark: Ahh... I understand your level of duress, then. Have you spoken to the esteemed Mr. Yasuda about this, or have you been going solo? I couldn't imagine that either of you did too terribly much in one night.

Wyvern: I didn't get in touch with him Monday. So yeah, I went solo for the night. Nothing out of the ordinary. However, I'll touch base with Kudo soon enough, we can't afford to be incommunicado like the Senatorial Stable. Speaking of which, I can't even fathom why I sided with them in the first place...I could've easily led them with my pinky, seeing as how I've been putting them away with the littlest of effort.

A light chuckle, he grinning at the final bit of the diatribe.

Stark: Mhm. It's good to see that the sheep finally turned on the shepherd. Though we really must make an effort to concert our efforts and do to Senator what Umeko's last charge did to Yoko.

Intrigued, Wyvern leans in closer to the table.

Wyvern: That's why I came to speak with you. We need to instill fear around here. ACW is still an innocent playground, and we need to rattle it's frame still. Senator is on a self-destructing path, and I'm positive Omega Effect will be his public execution, but I'm looking at the bigger picture.

Stark: You mean crushing your enemies, seeing them driven before you? All that Conan the Barbarian business? I do so love the old ways. They take longer than the new ways, but they're so much more satisfying when they're done.

Wyvern: We need to make an example of someone. Sooner, the better.

A slow smile spreads over Starkweather's face, he shrugging nonchalantly. As if he is discussing the weather.

Stark: Why not tonight?

Wyvern: I like your thinking. Let's think about whom will become the opening salvo of our conquest.

Scene fades.

End of Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “To Catch a Predator!” Credit: T-Kiss

SUMMARY:

Thunderkiss “borrows” a well known MSNBC investigator to help him catch “Predator”. Hilarity ensues!

[What does Thunderkiss plus a man with a bag over his head equal? That’s right folks, TROUBLE! Backstage in his locker room, Mr. Kiss is hard at work on his current scheme. This time around, the method is kidnaping and the victim is MSNBC news anchor Chris Hansen. You know the guy right? He’s the one that goes and sets up traps for the online predators? Follow me? Good. Unfortunately for TK, he didn’t follow me because he doesn’t have a clue on what Hansen actually does, besides catching “Predators”. As you can see, a huge error has been made, one that TK will soon regret as soon as he pulls the bag off of Hansen’s head, which means now.]

Chris Hansen *Gasping for air*: What do you want?! What is the meaning of this!?

Thunderkiss: Yeah look man, sorry about the whole kidnapping thing, but I’m a busy man and I really don’t have time for any objections. I hear you’re the best in the business ...

Chris Hansen: Best?! The best at what?! Release me right now! Where am I?!

Thunderkiss: All your questions will be answered in due time! Anyway, you’re the best at catching Predators, so I hear! I have never watched your show, but I hear its really, really good.

Chris Hansen: Er... thanks, I guess. Hey, you’re that one wrestling guy, aren’t you?

Thunderkiss: YES I AM! Now look, here is how we are going to play it. I’m going to have you set up one of your traps like in this room here and I’ll be hiding in the closet ready to ambush! As soon as Predator comes in... WHAM, it will be lights out!

Chris Hansen: Well, I’m afraid it -

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: No reason to be afraid chum, I wont let that guy near you. He’ll be so knocked out that he wont even know what hit him!

Chris Hansen: No, what I’m trying to say is that this is NOT how my program works. My program is about catching online “Predators”. Not guys named “Predator”.

Thunderkiss: Online ... Predators?

Chris Hansen: Yes, it’s a serious problem reaching epidemic porportions.

Thunderkiss: Well, that’s great my friend .... because you know that internet is just filled with sick, sick fucks!

[Thunderkiss oddly turns to the camera and stares into it for a few seconds...]

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

[...before being interrupted by Hansen.]

Chris Hansen: So do you think you could let me go now?!

Thunderkiss: Well, this has totally been a misunderstanding, I hope you understand that.

Chris Hansen: I do really. I’m willing to totally forget about this whole entire thing now if you’d be kind enough to just let me go.

Thunderkiss: Yeah, that would be kind of me .. Wouldn’t it?! *laughing*

[Hansen, a bit nervous, matches TK’s mood and also begins to laugh.]

Chris Hansen *laughing*: Yeah.. Haha... it SURE WOULD!

[Suddenly and without warning, Thunderkiss kicks Hansen in the stomach keeling him over in pain! TK then takes Hansen by the back of the pants and sends him flying into the dressing room mirror like a dart, causing Hansen to impale himself partly into the wall! Shattered glass flies all over the room and streaks of blood begin to flow from Hansen’s head down onto the counter top. Horrified, the ACW cameraman drops his camera onto the ground and the shot goes blank for a few seconds.]

Maxwell McNally: Well fans, we apologize about our technical difficulties, but something tells me many at home are glad you don’t have to be witness to anymore of Thunderkiss-

[McNally is suddenly interrupted by the image of TK’s head filling up his in desk monitor.]

Thunderkiss: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO TV LAND!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: You spoke too soon.

Thunderkiss: There you go Willy, hold that camera up just like that.

W.C.W.: *Thumbs Up*

Thunderkiss: Now kids, sorry about going off there and nailing Chris Hansen into the wall, but frankly - I JUST NEEDED TO BLOW OFF SOME STEAM!! I’m sure he’ll be just fine in a few hours. Or days. Maybe months. ANYWAY! Predator, I hope you have a nice comfy seat at ringside to see what I am going to do to your former bodyguard tonight. I hope you have a good time, honestly I do. Despite what people say, I am a real humanitarian, indeed I am. I think people on death row should always have one last wish and made to feel as comfortable as possible before someone pulls the switch. Confused Pred? Don’t be, that IS the position you’re in. When you cost me the A.C.W Entertainment Title last week, in the court of TK law you were found guilty and your punishment given was completely and utter demolishment by these hands right here.

[TK raises his hands into the air for a few seconds before dropping his right hand out of view and exposing his palm on the left.]

Thunderkiss: You see this Pred? THIS. THIS ... IS WHERE THE POWER LIES! I can see you not understanding this since we are from two different eras, but come next Monday, it will be a lesson you’ll NEVER forget! And also, while we’re on the subject! WHY THE HELL AM I FIGHTING WOLF?! Didn’t those two break up or something?

[TK looks over at Wilcox, who just shrugs and responds with...]

W.C.W.: 3 month rule!?

Thunderkiss: Way to break down the fourth wall Willy. Either way, you can put Wolf, Tiger, Bear or even a Seaking in the ring tonight, the result will be the same. THUNDERKISS GETTING THE THREE AND PREDATOR WITH A LEG FULL OF PEE! TO THE RING WILLIAM!

[And with those words, the former E.T. Champion darts to the ring like a man on a mission.]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Thunderkiss vs Wolf w/Predator (Credit: Kudo)

Wolf and Predator await in the ring as Thunderkiss takes his time coming into the ring, instigating boos all along the way. One of the most entertaining stars in ACW today demonstrates why he is also one of the most beloved to boo with this Mexican crowd.

As the match begins, the two tie up and TK immediately pushes Wolf off, which is no easy feat against a 285 pounder. Predator eggs him on, and Wolf goes to tie up again, but TK raises his arm and shakes his head. He makes his case with a test of strength, and Wolf accepts. The two lock hands and work their grasp against each other, the two big men trying to gain the slightest advantage. TK raises his other arm now to clasp as well, and as Wolf goes to answer, TK immediately rocks him with a big right hand. Wolf reels and TK goes to work clubbing him down and finishing with a double axe handle. Wolf shakes off the attack as TK applies a side headlock.

Predator rises up onto the apron and tries to cause an uproar as the ref turns to him now. TK lets the headlock go and charges at Pred who immediately jumps off and avoids the train wreck that was bound to happen. As TK turns around, Wolf begins his offense now, hitting headbutt after headbutt, then choking TK with both hands, something several fans would love to do themselves given the chance. The referee warns Wolf of the illegal move, and he throws TK onto the corner. Wolf is getting pumped now, and heads to the opposite corner and charges forward, looking for a splash, but TK catches Wolf in mid air and begins squeezing with a big bear hug!

TK appeals to the crowd as Wolf has all the air in his body rushing out at once. While TK has to place Wolf back onto the ground due to weight issues, he is immediately brought back up with a rather large yell from TK into a military press. The crowd can’t help but “ooh” at the display of strength, and TK doesn’t wait long before dropping Wolf back down with Heaven’s Door. Predator tries to distract the ref again, but he is not falling for it this time, as TK cockily covers Wolf’s body and stares down Predator in the process.

1.2.3.

Philip: The winner of this match, Thunderkiss!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: From BK, To Wyvern (Credit: BK/Wyvern from Monday)

We return from the last match, and we immediately cut to ACW female correspondant Charlotte King, who like every show - is looking absolutely ravishing. She stands for a moment and recieves a cut and now introduces her interviewer.

Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing by the man - who in only 23 days goes into possibly the biggest match of his career, facing not only one men - but two men in a Triple Threat Match for the ACW Heavyweight Championship. Now, normally one wouldn't be too happy about a Triple Threat Match - especially with so much on the line - is that the same case with you?

BK: Charlotte, last week I went 45 minutes with The Senator - and we ended up fighting to a draw after neither of us could answer the 10 count. I mean for nearly an hour, we managed to beat each other stupid until we absolutely had no more in the tank. I knew what I was going into before that match, and I absolutely loved the challenge. So when you ask me, am I mad that it's going to be a Triple Threat Match for the ACW Title, I answer with an emphatic - no. Whether its one man, two men, three men, eight men, 10 men, the result is going to be the same - and that's me, walking out Omega Effect III - THREE time ACW Heavyweight champion.

Charlotte: Strong words from the challenger, but on Warfare the champion Wyvern, made some strong statements concering you of his own, let's take a look.

The two turn behind them to the mini-alphatron and now the video of Wyvern's in ring statement comes up.

Wyvern: "Unfortunately, speaking of wrecks, I’m also going to be pitted against BK London. Heh, the “boy” can’t even hold my boot laces. Our track record is one of utter dominance on my part. Is he finally going to drop the kiddie gloves and be a man? Doubt it. Face it, you’re not just an infectious scab on the barely breathing carcass that is the ACW, you’re the point of infection. You’ve touched everything with the gross reciprocal of the fabled Midas’ touch. Everything you’ve done has cheapened everything. Thus, you’d be best to stay away from anything else, as I fear you’d contaminate to the point where there’d be no point of existence."

We return back to BK London's expression, and it's not necessarily a happy one. He seems to be getting angier and angrier at ever passing moment, and even Charlotte is looking a little concerned.

Charlotte: BK, are you ok?

BK: I'm a scab? I'm the infection of ACW? For three years I have been here, and I have bled A-C-W. While just about everyone who was here three years ago, have packed up and left, I have stayed here and you know why? Because I love A-C-W. And for someone like you Wyvern, someone who's finally reached the big time. Someone who CHOKED - that's right I said it - CHOKED two years ago when he was in the same spot I was, and fucked up his chance of winning the ACW Champion. And then, who two years later, returns and decides to make a big statement by turning on The Senator to win the ACW Championship. And now he acts like it's the biggest thing since slice bread, he's on top of the world, "Oh, I'm the modern day Judas". You are the modern day BITCH.

BK grabs the mic from Charlotte's hand, and points her off camera to give him some alone time to speak his mind.

BK: Sure, the track record against me has been a very piss poor one on my behalf, but since the last time we fought - I've changed oh so much, while you - you've hardly changed at all. You're still that egotistical son of a bitch who think he's god's gift to wrestling. And I want you to keep believing that, because at Omega Effect, I'm going to do what The Senator couldn't do for the past THREE MONTHS, and that's take away the ACW Championship. I've got three words for you Wyvern, Ignorance is bliss, keep that in mind.

BK throws the mic down to the ground and he makes his exit after that very emotional statement. There's no doubt in the back of everyone's mind that this feud is starting to heat up, and at any moment, it could explode any moment with these three very volatile superstars.

Fade Out.