Thursday Night Meltdown 14th June 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A simple declaration (Credit: Ross Lambert)

The arena is jumping with delight as they’ve experienced a great ACW show so far when suddenly “Freak on a Leash” by KoRn hits. The Republic (Danny, Ross and Kenji) walk out to major hate from the crowd one guy even chucks the contents of his pockets at them which appears to be half a pack of chewing gum and a clump of hair. Ross glares at the crowd as Kenji threatens to hurt people. Danny is smiling, enjoying the reaction, Danny and Ross take the ring as Kenji walks over and grabs Phillip Jones and lifts him up off the ground to more booing, Kenji takes the mic and puts Jones down. Kenji climbs into the ring and hands Ross the mic.

Ross: Ladies and Gentlemen… as you may have heard there’s been some numerous problems between me and a fellow ACW superstarlette…

The crowd boo loudly and some Renix chants break out.

Ross: Yep you have the idea, me and Renix haven’t been friends so I’m deciding to make this short, decisive and snappy. I want YOU, Renix Williams in a “Home-Run” match. The rules are simple, 4 plates will be stationed out side the ring with buttons in which you press, we will be clipped together by a chain which can be locked to your wrist, ankle or neck if you so desire. The rules work the same as a Texas Bullrope match but with a Baseball Twist… There will be baseball bats (as well as other things) dotted around the arena in which we will pulverise each other with. And it’ll all take place… at OMEGA EFFECT THREE!

The crowd pops.

Ross: Well, here’s the deal… if you win Renix, I will take full legal responsibility for ALL of your little buddies actions, Taka’s yours and I’ll go to jail for life… however if I win… you’re gone, zip, bang, dead you quit ACW and that’s it. We’re rid of you. I think that’s fair. And also when I win the Entertainment Title tonight… I’ll be putting that on the line too.

Danny walks over to Ross and grabs the microphone. Ross looks confused.

Danny: Woah Ross, your announcement is pretty big. But hey I’m the King of Vegas baby and I will always raise higher… no matter what.

Ross leans over to Danny’s mic.

Ross: What you got man?

Danny: I’m challenging XS3 to a Street Fight at Omega Effect III.

Kenji has gotten Ross another mic.

Ross: Bah, a Street Fight is good but a Home-Run match is better.

The crowd pop.

Danny: But wait no, I’m not done yet…

The crowd cheer louder.

Danny: XS3… this will be not one of those pussy street fights that most wrestling companies do… this is the real deal… it’s like going to be… outside in whatever crappy city we fight in!

The crowd pop at this and are almost cheering for Danny, a smile creeps across his face, as his former “Face Glory” begins to come back to him.

Danny: And to show you what I can do I’ve set up a little match for myself. Tonight I’m going one one with… well he’s a man that needs no introduction. Gary get on out here!

Ross and Kenji clear the ring as Gary runs down into the ring, Danny zooming right in on Gary hits multiple Blood Daggers before whipping Gary right into the opposite side of the ropes, Danny hoists up and hits a Blood Bomb leaving Gary flat-out in the middle of the ring. Danny runs across the ring and hits a Spiral Coup De Grace and hooks both legs of Gary.

One.

Two.

Three.

Jones: Here is your winner…. DAAANNNYYYYY….. MAAAAIIINEEER!

Ross and Kenji applaud as Danny rolls out the ring to mostly booing, his smile now fading. All three men head backstage to a fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Clearing the Fog
(Credit: BK, Senator)

Returning to the show, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his office alongside Anthony Kalb, and is pacing back and forth, with an angry look on his face.

The Senator: I know, I know, I am exhausted from the training regimen that I have been going through. But that does not eliminate this nervous energy from my system.

Kalb: Yeah, boss, I know just what you mean, remembering the first time I went for the ACW Junior Title, and the first time I had that crazy Cernunn-unn-os guy challenge me in the cage...don't matter how much you had me work, I still felt jumpy, and all tense.

Senator: You sure have come a long way, Mr. Kalb. Just about a week away, is it not...too soon, too many concerns.

Kalb: You're telling me, I have to do all that damn filing and crap, I didn't sign up for this to be a secretary!

Senator: You need to have some office skills for when you can no longer wrestle, with your connections, it is a given that you will have some sort of a nice desk job, and you should consider it a right privelage that you are handling so many sensative documents.

Kalb: I once read a book about that kid Tom Sawyer...

Senator: Last week, I take it?

Kalb: Hey, it was a month ago, after Mina recommended it!

Senator: She's doing well, I take it?

Kalb: Yeah, she and Fitsy are still goin' strong, and she's been working PEWA shows in their new womens division, she even challenged for the tag belts along with Ten-Ka, but they lost when that she-beast lariated her for no good reason.

Senator: Hmph, that reminds me all too much about last Monday. BK London said he had my back, and I trusted him.

Kalb: Hey, you can't always make the save, even when you want to.

Senator: But did he want to?

Kalb: No clue, here. I think he's a tremendous ass, but other than that, doubt he has much to gain to wear you down, with Wyvern's idiots running wild, he needs all the help he can get going into the match.

Senator: But then again, perhaps he feels that he does not need the help, knowing BK, he could very likely believe that any help would only drag him down, even so, he still has often turned to others for aid in the past. Of course, he almost always dumped them afterwards....

Suddenly, the door bursts open, as BK makes his own appearence into the room, with a strange mix of cockyness and humbleness in his demeanor, as his head is held high, but a rare, contrite look is on his face.

Senator: Speaking of the devil, himself....

BK: Devil? Nah, the devil wears pradas, I wear Air Force Ones. I'm more of a saint. But that's not why I'm here. Senator, I need to talk to you...

BK looks over to Anthony Kalb standing by Phillips.

BK: ....alone.

Kalb: Anything you can say in front of Senator, you can say in front of me.

Senator: Mr. Kalb, I believe that it would be best if you go off and take a walk for a while, get some fresh air, exercize, and such. As much as I appreciate your company, BK and I really do need to have a few words, alone. I will make sure to meet up with you later.

Kalb: Alright.

Kalb exits the room, not taking his eyes off of BK, trying to mask a look of suspicion, and failing horribly. BK watches the Capitalist exit the room, not taking his eyes off of him as well. Finally, as the door shuts, he reverts his attention back to Senator Phillips.

BK: Anyways...last Monday didn't turn out exactly how we wanted to, eh?

Senator: No, it certainly did not.

BK: Listen, I just want to apologize for leaving you high and dry on Warfare. I let my hate for Wyvern overcome me when I should've been fufilling my duty of supporting you ringside and making sure Umeko didn't get involved. It was extremely foolish to abandon you on my part.

Senator: Don't worry about it too much, I can hardly blame you for letting your temper get the best of you around that dastardly traitor, when I lost a main event title match for the same reason. I understand that tempers flare in these heated situations, especially with Omega Effect approaching so rapidly.

BK: Only 9 days until the big match. And from the looks of it, you have been training hard, haven't you?

Senator: Absolutely, while I want that belt off of Wyvern as much as anyone, I intend on retrieving my belt back in the process, even if it leaves me exhausted, and easy pickings for the next challenger, I will get my belt back where it belongs!

BK: Haha, your belt? If the belt belongs anywhere, it's around my gorgeous waist. It's coming back home to me.

Senator: We shall just have to see at Omega Effect, but until then, let the better man win, and win in the right way.

BK: Oh I will.

Senator Phillips chuckles as the two shake hands and now BK begins to make his way out the room, but not before one more thing is said.

Senator: Oh BK, I do want to wish you good luck in your match against Wyvern tonight.

BK: Don't need luck.

Senator: Well...I do believe that is indeed the truth...take that pitiful whelp down a notch, will you?

BK: He'll know he's been in a fight.

BK continues walking out the room and passes Anthony Kalb one more time, but he doesn't make eye contact this time and continues on to his locker room. Kalb re-enters Senator's locker room and the pair simply look at one another before watching BK turn the corner as the scene fades out.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Thunderkiss Does Yellowknife! - Part 1” Credit: T-Kiss Special Thanks: Wikipedia and the Good People of Yellowknife NWT

[We see some amateur video footage on the Alpha Tron of what appears to be Thunderkiss behind the wheel of a sports utility vehicle driving his way through some unknown location. The audio kicks in those watching at home and in the arena listen.]

Thunderkiss: So here I am in Yellowknife Canada, ready to pay our good ol’ friend Macho a little “visit” if you will. And for those of you who are geographically ignorant, its like all the way on the top of the globe or map brothers. There is literally nothing around here for miles except for this podunkville, so luckily W.C.W deceived to come along for the ride. He’s behind the camera right now so you cant see him, but trust me, he’s there.

*Voice from Behind Camera*: Hello!

Thunderkiss: So anyway, before I came here I decided to “BONE UP” on this area so I can better understand my enemy. I mean, like those psychologist say, the environment makes the man ... right? Lets begin with population. Their estimated population is around 20 thousand people, which tells me there has to be a lot of inbreeding going on.

W.C.W.: Maybe that’s why Macho is so quick, his DNA is all retarded from his mother being his sister.

Thunderkiss: And that’s probably also why he doesn’t talk right Willy! Furthermore, the average household income here is just a little over 50 grand Canadian, which equates into about 10 American dollars per year!

W.C.W.: How do these people eat and support themselves?! They make like 10 cents a day.

Thunderkiss: Exactly my question! So upon further inspection, I have found out that they mainly live off the land, by eating moose shit and each other. Cannibalism runs rampant here Willy, so what yourself.

W.C.W.: Kiss I’m scared!

Thunderkiss: So am I Willy, so am I... BUT WE MUST BE STRONG! And let me tell you people, the LA sun sure doesn’t shine on this shitville! If it gets above 70 degrees, it’s a miracle! No wonder there is massive inbreeding, the whole family has to sleep together all on one bed so they don’t freeze to death at night. And you know what’s even more disturbing Willy?

W.C.W.: Can It get worse? It can’t possibly get worse!

Thunderkiss: I’m afraid it can and does. These people worship evil deities like the sun god. In fact, we are really close to their holiest time of year, the summer solstice where they celebrate “Raven Mad Daze” where the whole town comes together and rapes and pillages other nearby small towns all in the name of their god.

W.C.W.: Turn this car around right now Kiss!

Thunderkiss *raising hand in the air*: Its too late for that Willy! Hey look, there is the “Wildcat Café” where they serve live human to the rest of the cannibals!

[ TK points out to the window at a nice looking restaurant where normal everyday Canadians are enjoying a nice sit down lunch.]

W.C.W *screaming*.: TURN THIS CAR AROUND!

Thunderkiss: Heh, quit being a crybaby, we are almost to our destination if my handy dandy G.P.S tracking system is right.

[TK pats his SUV’s consul where a G.P.S. rattles off driving instructs that were entered in hours ago]

W.C.W.: Just keep moving, because if these people catch us, they will wonder where this “metal horse” came from and attack us with no mercy.

Thunderkiss: And there it is! That must be Macho’s hu-

W.C.W. *interrupting*: Mansion?!

[Wilcox’s camera moves towards the house and we a HUGE multilevel mansion that resides on the highest hill in the town. The driveway is protected by a large gate that was obviously constructed to keep people like Thunderkiss out. Flabbergasted, and yes, I just used “flabbergasted”, TK looks over at Wilcox and states the following.]

Thunderkiss: Well now we know why these people make no money Willy! Macho STEALS it all from them! He must be like their evil king forcing his subjects to life off the streets and to each other! Well, I will not allow for this! Willy, buckle your seatbelt! WE’RE GOING IN!

W.C.W.: Wait, what are yo- KISS NO!!!!!!!!

[Kiss slams on the gas and heads straight towards the gate! On the way, he rolls down his window and shouts out ...]

Thunderkiss: CITIZENS OF YELLOWKNIFE, THUNDERKISS IS HERE TO SAVE YOU?!

[Two nearby citizens watch on in amazement as they see TK’s SUV plow right through the security gate, breaking it off its metal hinges. The SUV speeds up off the lane and out of sight, leaving these witnesses with only questions...]

Yellowknife Citizen 1: What was that guy’s problem and why did he just break Randy’s gate?

Yellowknife Citizen 2: I DUNNO... EH?!

[Thunderkiss continues to peel up the driveway until he finally stops just inches short of Macho’s garage. TK quickly opens his door, much to the dismay of Wilcox, and lets out a final battle cry!]

Thunderkiss: MACHO, YOUR END IS NEAR!

Wilcox *shouting*: KISS, COME BACK! DON’T DO THIS!

[Wilcox’s words fall on deaf ears as he watches TK run up to Macho’s door where he prepares himself to kick it in. Suddenly, the video cuts out and the fans groan wondering what the hell happened. Like you, they will have to wait, until Monday on WARFARE, where we will see exactly what happened when TK entered the house of R.D.K.! Will there be a battle?! Will R.D.K. or Thunderkiss die?! Find out in 4 days!]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW Entertainment Title Match
Jay Zero vs. VorteX vs. Ross Lambert (Credit: Ross Lambert)

The ACW arena is jam-packed with the sound of chattering when suddenly, Freak on a Leash by KoRn hits and out steps Ross Lambert to loud booing, he’s on his own as he walks down to the ring, he points out the crowd yelling “YOU’RE NEXT!” and hailing all abuses under the sun back to the fans.

He rolls into the ring and he stands top-rope doing a Double Cut-Throat Sign, he hops down when suddenly… Ross has turned up bare-handed which is unusual for the brutalist Ross.

Phillip Jones: The following contest is an Entertainment Title match and is under a Hardcore Rules environment. From Temecula, California at 6’5… weighing in at 272 pounds… ROSS… LAMBEERT!

The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights.

Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst).

Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on.

Phillip Jones: And… from Near Death Valley… California… he is The Simply Exceptional… VOOOOOORTEEEEX!

Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear.

Simple Man by Hardcore Superstar hits. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas.

Jones: AND… from Portland, Maine, he is YOUR Entertainment Champion…. JAAAAAAY ZEEEROOOOOOOO!

While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd, cradling his Entertainment Title.

Ross motions around his waist which in sign language means “That’s MY belt…”. Vortex does likewise and both Ross and Vort move in on Zero. Ross being the big man, Zero slowly backs into the corner as Vort steps back leaving Ross to move in. Ross takes 3 steps back to run at Vort but after the 3 steps back, VorteX runs up behind him cradling his ladder and crimps it right into the back of the skull. Vort unfolds it in the middle of the ring as Zero begins to lay into Ross’s back with the stamping, Vort and Zero begin the Double Team Effort on the bigger Ross. Vort and Zero pick up Ross and whip him into the opposing corner, Ross flies back first into the corner which absorbs all the impact, Zero and Vortex glance at each other, then Zero grabs Vortex’s arm and falls back to try and whip him into Ross but Vortex spins around and Zero sprinting into the corner hits a Huge Avalanche in the corner to Ross.

Ross flops out the corner and Zero stumbles out the way, Ross flops on his face and Zero looks at VorteX… or at least he was, VorteX has disappeared out the ring, he goes under the ring and begins searching for whatever he can find. He yanks out a steel chair climbs back in, he leaps at Ross who’s steadying himself, Ross stands up and grabs the chair and pushes out of the way just in time, Vort and Ross struggle with the chair until Zero intervenes and kicks Ross in the gut. VorteX destroys Ross by falling forward with a nasty chairshot across the skull of Ross, Ross falls to a seated position in the corner. Zero and VorteX exchange glances when suddenly Zero runs at VorteX and clotheslines Vort to the ground.

Zero picks up Vort and whips him into the ropes, Vort rebounds with a thunderous Spear and takes Zero down, Vort darts for his ladder and folds it up, holding it in a Rib-Breaker Position, Vort runs at Zero with the ladder but Zero dropkicks the ladder and it hits VorteX in the ribs. At this point, Ross is slowly starting to get up, Zero sees this and hits a running dropkick into the turnbuckle into the face of Ross which immobilizes him for a few more precious seconds. Vort is up and Zero sees this, Vort looks to hit a Clothesline but Zero swerves out the way and hits The Plague. Vortex crumples in a heap on the other side of the ring. Zero looks around the ring and sees Vort getting up… but Ross is missing, there’s loud cheering from the crowd as Vort feels a creeping presence behind him… Zero begins to turn slowly to see the face of Ross Lambert and he does not look happy. He has something stretched out in his arms.

Zero slowly looks up and before he has chance to make it down Ross brings it straight down on his head. Zero snaps to the mat, the steel chair having a huge dent in it. Ross’s revenge scheme over his eyes quickly snaps into “Commando” mode and his senses heighten. Vort sees this and looks at Ross as he swoops in, Ross looks to make a finish of Vort, Ross runs at Vortex but something flies out of Vortex’s hand which bounces into Ross’s face… a Monkey Wrench, Ross stumbles back and lands on his arse, Vort goes to wake Zero from his face-broken status and with repeated slaps to the chops, Zero is soon up as Ross gets up from having a wrench pelted in his face.

Zero, Vort and Ross are all standing. Zero and Vort revert back to their old tactic of double teaming Ross, but Ross is aware of this, Zero and Vort run at Ross but Ross’s hands lunge for their throats respectively, Ross’s commando eyes are working like flashlights as Zero and Vort begin to choke… the air being cut off and their final breath being used in a frantic haze to just get the Hell out. Ross is about to lift but Zero rakes the eyes of Ross and Vort hits a kick to the gut. Vort looks like he’s about to try and take Ross but Zero grabs him by the shoulders and throws him over the ropes.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Zero looks at Ross and the 2 begin a test of strength which Ross is advancing to the win on quickly due to size advantage, Zero’s smile lights up as he twists his hands and Ross yells out in pain as the wrists being contorted. Zero kicks Ross in the gut and hits a Snap Suplex. Zero shows some footwork swerving left and right as he waits for Ross to get up, as Ross peels himself off the mat, he spins around right into a Standing Zero-Sen Kick. Ross crumples to the mat as Vort begins to climb in. Ross is getting up as Vort runs and hits a Flying Forearm to the back of Zero’s head.

Vort rolls Zero out but takes too long to do it as Ross storms and hits a Lariat on Vort. Vortex falls to the floor and Ross lets out a war yell as he throws Vortex out the ring, Ross follows suite and grabs Vortex by his mop, throwing him face first into the steps, Vort flies off and Zero chop blocks Ross. Ross and Zero begin to exchange shots to the head. Vort begins to slowly get up and Vortex kicks Ross in the back of the shin and the double teaming starts again. Vort and Zero both throw Ross head first into the steps and Vortex begins clearing the announce table.

Zero throws Ross onto the announce table but Ross flies over the edge into the announcers. Ross is underneath the announce table when a big case lands on top and Ross slowly pulls himself up. He holds his hand out at his opponents telling them to halt as Ross clips open the case which he stashed under the announce table. He goes to open it but he decides to show Zero and Vortex the contents, he offers them to look and they move in closer but Ross throws the briefcase at both of them.

They both crumple to the floor as Ross stumbles over the desk. He gets up as Zero is crawling under the ring, Ross grabs VorteX and throws him face first into the announce table. VorteX flies off and Ross grabs VorteX and rolls him into the ring, throwing his briefcase with him, Ross climbs in and places VorteX on the top rope and drops the briefcase on the floor, Ross hits a Spike DDT right onto the briefcase and then throws VorteX’s now bloody face out of the ring, Ross follows and throws Vortex into the table but Vort kicks his foot out and throws Ross’s head into the briefcase, Vortex rolls Ross onto the table which takes a bit of welly but soon he’s on the exposed table, VorteX climbs top rope and makes gestures to the crowd before the big leap. But suddenly, Zero is on the apron and he leaps forward and pushes the bloodied Vortex off the top rope and climbs up after him, Zero wasting no time leaps off the top rope in pure Body Splash style and crashes onto Ross, Zero and Ross go straight through the table with Ross taking the blunt of the damage. Zero grabs both legs and the ref swoops in to make a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zero picks himself up off of Ross and raises both arms as he’s given his ET title by the ref.

Jones: Here is your winner… and STILL Entertainment Champion… JAY… ZEEEEROOOOO!

Zero rolls into the ring to celebrate, he walks into the corner and climbs up to celebrate, he raises his title stating “IT’S MINE!”, he hops down when loud booing echoes through out the arena. Zero spins right around into a GLORY DRIVER! The executer picks up his title and parades it, Jason Freeman’s swaggering around the ring. He climbs out the ring and heads under it and grabs a steel chair, he rolls it into the ring. He looms it over Zero as he slowly starts to get up but he hesitates and folds it in the middle of the ring. Freeman rolls out the ring and roots under it for possibly the deadliest weapon (and the most pointless too )… a pair of Garden Shears. The crowd marks the fuck out at this and Freeman rolls into the ring, Zero who at this time is using the steel chair to steady himself is unaware of the looming danger that awaits him, Freeman plants Zero into the steel chair in a sit-down position and Freeman points the shears to Zero’s nads and the crowd begin to chant “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” but Freeman is teasing and instead grabs a clump of Zero’s hair and places it in between the steel blades, placing it as close to the roots as possible. Freeman clamps it shut and the hair is scissored off, Freeman opens the blades and the groggy Zero doesn’t know what just took place, Freeman boots Zero in the face and he falls in the middle of the ring, title draped across him. Freeman rolls out the ring raising the shears in the air as we draw to a fade.

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Segment: Ain't That a Kick to the Head? Part 2
(Credit: Senator)

As the flashback segment continues, it goes back to Nobuhiko Nobunaga's gym, as Tim Dwight and Steve Phillips meet up with the owner of the building. Mr. Nobunaga is a taller than average man of Japanese decent, at six feet tall and two inches in height, looking to be about sixty or so years of age, with a scarred bald head, grey goatee, thickly built, but not overly large physique, and is wearing a shirt promoting his gym, along with long black wrestling tights and boots. In the background, several trainees are seen circling each other, and going for takedowns on a small mat, while on the other side of the ring in the middle of the room, several other trainees, both men and women, are executing Hindu squats in rapid succession. Dwight and Phillips approach the older man, each vigorously shaking his hand as they issue their greetings.

Dwight: Mr. Nobunaga, I believe you know who Senator Phillips is, Senator, this is Mr. Nobunaga, perhaps the least heralded legend of his era.

Mr. Nobunaga: It is a pleasure to meet you, Phillips. Did you bring your ring gear?

The Senator: As a matter of fact, no, I did not, Mr. Dwight over here did not let me know what I was getting into before the car arrived a few blocks away.

Nobunaga: A student should always be prepared. A wrestler should never show up to training...

Senator: I did not realize...

Nobunaga: A student should never interuppt the instructor.

Dwight: I believe that I'll be going now, you two can have a nice training session here!

Nobunaga: We will. Yes, we will. Phillips, you may go to the locker room area, there is a spare pair of tights back there, and boots.

Senator: Now just a moment here, I never wear wrestling tights in the ring, and I will not be bullied about like this! Sir, I respect that you will be training me, but I will not kowtow down to you as a young kid breaking into the industry would do! You will treat me with the proper respect that I have worked for!

Nobunaga: I respect no man once he enters my dojo...

Senator: Funny, I think I heard those words earlier...

Nobunaga: You don't know the story of my career, do you?

Senator: No, I really do not, and I do not see why...

Nobunaga: Listen! I started out as a top level student in the top Judo dojo in Japan. I was going to enter the Olympics, until I broke a man's neck in competiton. They banned me for life, and I had to find a way to make a living. I promptly moved from Japan, and made it to the States. Once here, some connections from my past found me a man named Karl Gotch. He trained me in what you know as Catch Wrestling, and I quickly excelled in the field, facing such people as Hiro Matsuda, Billy Robinson and Roland Bock in the '70s and '80s. People feared me in the States, both because of my intense training, and reputation for injuring opponents in the ring. I retired two men from professional wrestling, one who whom jumped me in the middle of a match, and the other one was a crass bastard who thought he could get the referee to double cross me in the match. Both incidents left me blacklisted from half the major territories in the States, and the others feared to sign me to a match anyway. I decided at this point, in the mid '80s, that Catch style wrestling was declining, and instead of trying to promote true combat techniques by demonstrating them in the ring, I would train up a new generation of students to do so. I retired for good a decade later, and my dojo is still here. People who know of me, such as Tim Dwight, send me either their best, or their worst students. Either way, I either break them of their poor habits and lax approach, or I help them make the decision to leave the industry. I am good at crash courses, and having watched your matches lately, I think you do need one. You need...

Out of nowhere, Mr. Nobunaga, with an agility and speed unbecoming his age, lashes out with a thrust kick, catching the completely unaware(and slightly bored) Phillips upside the head, knocking him down.

Senator: The heck was that about?

Nobunaga: Your first lesson! Never let your guard down when you are in my dojo! What I have noticed, to put it shortly, is that you have lost your focus that was apparent in your title victory, and in earlier matches from years back! This will no longer be tolerated! Now, go in the back, and change into a proper wrestling outfit, if you must, you may wear the gi, instead of the trunks, there are several of each in the locker room. Now go!

The Senator clutches his jaw, as he stands up, glaring at his harsh new teacher. He takes a near fighting stance as he approaches the man, but instead, nods slightly, as he turns towards the locker room.

Senator: Perhaps you are correct, sir. But if you ever, ever try that trick again, I shall have no option other than to put you on your back, with all due respect.

Nobunaga: IF you can, then you have learned a lesson well worth remembering. Never trust your supposed allies so completely that you end up using them as a crutch, for that crutch just might be snatched out underneath you, when you take it for granted. A hard fall is a harsh, but effective teacher, to those who are able to utilize the lesson.

Senator: Point taken, sir.

Phillips heads to the back, as Mr. Nobunaga shifts his attention to other matters. Will this ruthless training help Steve Phillips achieve his goal of winning the ACW World Title back from Wyvern at Omega Effect III? You know where to find the answer...don't miss it!

Fade Out

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Segment: "Action Required" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

It seems as if everyone has something taking place at Omega Effect. Well, everyone but Rattlesnake. Then again, ever since the whole fiasco with Cobra began, no one has really wanted anything to do with him. No one would mess with him, no one really wanted to set foot in the same ring as him due to the possibility of something bad happening to them. Who could blame them?

Actions have consequences. Some dire and some not so bad. The Cobra fiasco has a consequence that lies right in the middle, it's not bad, but it's not good either.

With Cobra taking an indeterminate leave, maybe this is the one thing Rattlesnake needs to get himself back on track.

Rattlesnake: Omega Effect is right around the corner. Everybody has something planned, whether it be a match or some little personal shindig that means practically nothing to anyone. So where does that leave me? Nowhere.

A little spiteful, you could say. But then again, if you felt like people were avoiding you, you'd probably feel the same way.

Rattlesnake: I'm going to tell everyone something right here and now. You want to avoid me? Fine. I see how it is. You want to pretend like you don't see me? Ok. We'll see what happens after tonight.

After tonight? Something was obviously on Rattlesnake's mind. Then again, there always is, but this time there was an added chip on his shoulder the size of your head.

Rattlesnake: So what am I going to do about this? What could I possibly come up with to remedy this? Care to know?

All those questions. Increasing the anticipation was something he could always do. Get people on the edge of their seats, make them wonder just what he'll say or do. No one could do it like he could.

Rattlesnake: Even though Omega Effect is just over a week away, I'm going to do something no one would expect. Tonight I'm instigating a challenge. An open challenge. To anyone that wants to prove me wrong in how I'm thinking right now. I don't suspect anyone has the balls to accept. So I'm not really expecting anyone to answer this.

Snake's Open Challenge. A good way to see if anyone is going to prove him wrong. But given his thoughts, no one will. He knows that this open challenge is going to go all the way to Omega Effect with no one answering. He'll leave Omega Effect with nothing gained and nothing lost. It's just sad that it has to come down to an open challenge for him to realize that. But maybe...maybe someone can prove him wrong. That would be wishful thinking though.

Rattlesnake: Anyone can step into the ring with me at Omega Effect. That is...if anyone thinks they can. The ball is in yours court. Get off your ass and take the appropriate action required. Show everyone that you can do it...and then fail miserably. It's no sweat off my back if you back out. It's something I'm expecting.

Even though Cobra isn't around right now, he could always show up with his old ways and take anyone apart in the ring. But it seems like he'll be "out to lunch" for a little while. So that's one less thing for anyone to worry about. Hell, maybe that's incentive to actually show that someone has a pair.

Whatever the case may be, the challenge is out and now it's only a matter of time before he's either proven right or proven wrong. It'll give him a good chance of seeing just what everyone thinks now.

Fed up with everything, Rattlesnake leaves. He won't wait around for anyone to answer the challenge tonight. If anyone wants to take it, they'll know when to do it.

Fade Out.

(OOC note from Rattlesnake: For OE purposes, no one accept. I have it already set up. I know someone would answer this, but I'm doing this for someone who did me a favor.)

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Under The Iron Sea (Credit: Wyvern/?)

The scene fades in with Wyvern walking into the locker room, looking to prepare for his match tonight with BK London. Still dressed in his street clothes, the celtic-runed world champion throws his duffel bag onto the ground in front of his locker. Stopping for a moment, Wyvern looks around for his allies, and calls out for them.

Wyvern: Stark? Umeko? Kudo?

Nothing at all. Dead silence. White noise, even.

Wyvern: Sheesh. I thought you guys would be here. Oh well.

Wyvern continues with his mission of getting ready for his match. He throws off his shirt, and rips open the locker door. No, not literally, he just swings it open quickly. He grasps his elbow pads and starts to adjust them.

Wyvern: C’mon…there we go.

With a bit of a struggle, Wyvern manages to get one of the elbow pads on. Being those of an elastic nature, it takes considerable effort to put them on. A few moments later, Wyvern slides the opposite pad on.

Wyvern: Heh, not bad.

Wyvern then reaches into the locker to grasp his tights, but as he does, something crosses his eyesight.

Wyvern: Huh?

Looking in the direction of the movement, Wyvern identifies the object -- a piece of paper, folded up. Wyvern bends down to pick it up, and examines the note.

Wyvern: What the-?

Taken aback, Wyvern reads the note.

Dear Mr. Stewart,

It is no secret that most members of Alpha Championship Wrestling are less than satisfied with the way in which you have conducted yourself during your reign as world champion, myself included. It comes as a relief, then, that I have learned that your stint with the esteemed title will shortly come to a crashing end.
However, unlike yourself, I am not a fan of backstabbing and double-dealing in general, and so I feel morally bound to advise you of the information which I have very recently obtained.
There is something of a brutal logic about the conspiracy which pervades this federation. You most evidently believe that you have a grasp on this conspiracy, that you are in fact the one pulling the strings… but the truth is that you have been completely and utterly fooled.
At Omega Effect III, a betrayal will once again take place – your own. And it will come at the hands of your so-called associates, in league with none other than-

The camera loses sight of the letter at the crucial moment, as Wyvern screws it up. For a moment he barely moves, and then begins shaking with an almost uncontrollable rage.

Then, with great willpower, he calms himself. He unscrews the note, and folds it more carefully, before stuffing it down into his bag as deep as it will go.

For tonight, he must concentrate on the most immediate threat. But now he has something potentially far bigger to grapple with, and it begins with his own stablemates.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Face: Face (Credit: Scott)

As ACW returns from commercials we see Scott Andrews pacing back and forth in his dressing room. He rubs his chin before taking a sip of his water bottle.

Butch enters the room from the left side of the screen and Scott puts the water bottle down.

Butch: You wanted to see me, boss?

Scott: Yeah, listen...

Scott hesitates for a moment.

Scott: There's no easy way to say this so I'm just gonna say it; I'm letting you go, Butch.

Butch doesn't seem too surprised, but it's still a shock.

Butch: You got a reason? I thought we we're doing just fine. So what brought this on?

Scott: Well, since Jessie's back - - -

Butch: Ah, I see... listen, don't worry about it, I'll give you two time alone and all that, you don't need to fire me.

Scott: No, Butch, I've made up my mind, ok? I need you to pack up your things.

Butch's calm demeanor turns sour as Scott puts his foot down.

Butch: So that's how it's gonna be then aye, boss? ...Fine. I don't need this job. It's not like I have a family to feed or a wife to support... but you don't care about that do you, Scott? Y'know what, I'm outta here!

Butch begins ramming random belongings into a suitcase.

Butch: You just made a big mistake, Scotty Boy...

Butch gives his former employer a cold glare before opening the door and slamming it as he leaves. Scott wipes his forehead and breathes out with a sigh of relief. Nobody said it was going to be easy, but he did it. All he has left to worry about is if Butch's threats will be followed up. You can't be too careful around these parts...

FADE OUT

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Wyvern vs. BK London (Credit: BK)

Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 215lbs from Tacoma, Washington, he is the ACW Heavyweight Champion, Wyvern!

As "This Night" hits, the lights fade as purple strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp. A slight fog rolls in, casting a silhoutte of Wyvern as he makes his way to the ring, typically at a slow pace with his ACW Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He gets somewhat of a mixed reaction from the crowd due to the high level of smarkage in the crowd, and now makes his way into the ring before hopping up on the middle turnbuckle and holding up his belt. He hops down and waits for his opponent.

Phillip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 237 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London!

The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He looks from side to side, surveying the audience before making his way down the ramp. Upon hitting the bottom of the rampway, the cameras get a shot directly in front of him and he does his signature *BK Pose* and the pyro shoots up behind him. His pace then quickens as he slides into the ring and makes his way toward the middle turnbuckle where he perches himself to strike another BK pose. He steps down soon enough the bell rings for the match to begin.

As the bell sounds for the match to begin, both competitors waste no time quickly advancing to the middle of the ring to lock in a rather aggressive collar elbow tie up. BK London, being the bigger of the two men, manages to push Wyvern towards the corner but at the last second Wyvern manages to turn it around and he gets BK London in the corner. The two of them refuse to let go of the hold and now BK finds his way out the corner and pushes Wyvern onto the ropes. The two continue turning one another until they reach the other corner, with BK London's back up against the turnbuckle. Joey Reynolds, refereeing his first main event match, gets between the two to chisel them apart and Wyvern wastes no time backing up to the center of the ring. Reynolds backs away from the former World Champion and now one again, BK makes his way to the center of the ring to meet Wyvern and once again they lock up in a collar elbow tie up. This time, BK latches on a side headlock before manuevering to a rear hammerlock. Wyvern quickly counters with a Snapnare before wrapping his legs around his neck in a Figure Four Neck Lock. BK can quickly feel it getting harder and hard to breathe and now he rolls over on his stomach and pulls his head out from in between his legs and now grabs his ankle for the Corporate Lock. Before BK can latch on the hold fully, Wyvern manages to roll on his back and kick BK off before making his way up to his feet. BK climbs to his feet also and looks for a clothesline but Wyvern ducks under and bounces off the ropes.

BK catches Wyvern and looks for a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, but Wyvern manages to counter it into a Hurricanrana but quickly rolls backwards out of the pin, and now looks to lock in his Deus Ex Machina. Wyvern attempts to step through, but BK won't allow him too and eventually he is shoved off into the corner. BK quickly rolls backwards and onto his feet before looking for a clothesline into a corner, and quickly Wyvern gets his boot up - knocking BK in his jaw. The boot sends BK staggering back a bit, but before he can stagger too far - Wyvern grabs him and positions himself to sit on the top rope while looking for the Tornado Lungblower he dubs the 'Asphyxiation'. BK delivers several elbows to the side of Wyvern's head before turning around delivering a huge haymaker that knocks the champion off the top rope and onto the apron. Wyvern slowly begins to make his way up on the apron, holding his jaw after such a stiff shot while BK begins to measure him up. Once Wyvern is at a vertical base, opposing the ring, BK delivers a beautiful standing dropkick which sends the champion flying off the apron and hitting the announce table of Edison and McNally. A huge pop follows such a manuever, and BK looks to exit the ring to capitalize but Joey Reynolds stops him in order to check on the status of Wyvern from inside the ring.

Reynolds is now down on all fours, trying to get a better look at Wyvern from inside the ring and BK gets a great idea. Upon recieving this idea, he bounces off the ropes and launches himself off Reynolds to take out the now recovering Wyvern on the outside with a flipping plancha. Both men are taken out on the outisde and a camera quickly finds its way ringside to get a close up of both men, who are aching after that last move. BK makes it to his feet first, holding his back, but he musters up enough strength to toss Wyvern in the ring before rolling into the ring himself. He covers Wyvern for the first pin attempt of the match, and this may end it.

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KICK OUT!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Wvyern manages to get his shoulder up a bit after two, and now BK London picks him up and sets him up in the corner. BK begins wailing on Wyvern with a flury of rights and lefts, with Wyvern blocking himself, and now Reynolds is forced to pull BK off of him. As the two are exchanging a few words, Wyvern manages to peel off the middle turnbuckle's padding and continues to play possum in the corner as he is hurt. BK backs up enough into the opposite corner, and measures Wyvern up for a clothesline. He sprints across the ring, looking to connect with the move, but Wyvern drives him face first into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold and BK's head ricochets of the unprotected turnbuckle. BK rolls arounds on the mat, clutching his head as Wyvern rests on the ropes, catching his breath and smiling. The World Champion now picks BK, who is now bleeding profusely from the forehead, and he places his head between his legs. A piledriver plants the former ACW Champion head first into the mat and the crowd responds with a resounding "Ooooooooooh". Wyvern is unable to get the pin after, as BK uses what strength he has left to roll out under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring.

Wyvern takes his time making his way out the ring, knowing he's in full control of the match, and he picks up BK London once more. He sends BK's head thundering off the announce table a few times before throwing him back in the ring. Wyvern makes his way up the steps, before stepping into the ring, and still BK hasn't made it up to his feet. Wyvern stalks BK from behind, and once BK is almost up to his feet he bounces off the ropes and plants him in the mat with a vicious bulldog. In typical Jericho fashion, Wyvern looks to follow up with a Lionsault - but BK manages to move out of the way and Wyvern gets a stomach full of canvas. The crowd goes wild, hoping BK can mount on offense after evading that match ending manuever, and BK uses the ropes to help him get back up to his feet. Wyvern is up to his feet also, a bit after BK, and BK looks for a clothesline but Wyvern ducks and delivers a big boot to his skull. BK stumbles backwards into the ropes and as he bounces off he uses his last ounce of strenght to take down Wyvern with a lariat.

Both men are down for the count after such a combination of attacks and Reynolds begins to count both of them down. Slowly BK and Wyvern show some life and begin climbing to their feet. Wyvern is the first to land a huge haymaker to the jaw of BK which sends him staggering backwards. BK regains his vertical base and delivers a right hand to Wyvern who is nearly sent out the ring as he stumbles into the ropes. Wyvern fires back with another right hand, before attempting to catch his breath, as both men are extremely exhausted from this match thus far. Wyvern follows up with a kick to the abdomen to BK, and now bounces off the ropes but he is derailed with a stiff forearm right to his jaw. Wyvern drops down to one knee and BK bounces off the ropes and capitalizes with a high knee lift. Wyvern stands groggily for a bit and BK plants him into the mat with the London-Plex. A huge pop follows this from the Philly crowd and slowly, but surely, BK crawls towards the corner and we're unable to decipher what he could do next. BK uses the corner to help pick himself up and now he starts tuning up the band and all 1,000+ fans in the arena begin to stomp in unison with the Fallen Heroes winner.

Wyvern is slowly making his way to his feet and as he turns around he is nearly the victim of a Shades of Michaels, but he ducks under it. BK nearly strikes the referee, but he stops himself just in time and turns around right into another kicks into the abdomen. Wyvern looks for his Wings of the Fallen - but BK counters it by wrenching the arm and kicks Wyvern in the gut before planting him in the mat with The Revolver. Wyvern flops over on his back and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. BK scrambles over to Wyvern and hooks both legs, hoping to pick up the win.

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICK OUT!

Wyvern manages to kick out after that impactful manuever, and the crowd boos in dismay. BK, who is still bloody, picks up Wyvern and looks towards the corner before whipping him right into it. BK attempts to follow up with a running shoulder thrust into the corner but Wyvern hops up on the top turnbuckle and raises his legs so BK drives himself shoulder first into the ringpost. Wyvern now grabs the legs of BK, and laces them around his leg before dropping down to the canvas in the ring and he appears to have locked on the Deus Ex Machina. BK screams in undeniable pain and Wyvern drags him all the way to the center of the ring. Clawing at the mat, BK attempts to get to the ropes but every time he is about to touch it Wyvern pulls him right back to the center of the ring and now he sits on his back. BK raises his hand and looks to be ready to tap, and a smile comes over Wyvern's face. But with the crowd on his side, BK pushes himself up and with the blood dripping off his chin, he crawls towards the ropes and gets a hand full of it. Wyvern is forced to release the hold, but not after a four count. He then follows up with several stomps to the abdomen.

He picks BK up, and now sets him up for the Wings of the Fallen, but once again BK counters the move, but this time into a Jacknife Pin.

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TH-KICK OUT

Wyvern manages to free himself from the pin and as both men get up, Wyvern looks for a clothesline but BK ducks. BK waits for Wyvern to turn around and as he does he almost laces him with a Shades of Michaels but Wyvern catches his foot. Wyvern quickly sweeps the other leg of BK from under him and looks for the Deus Ex Machina another time. Wyvern places his leg between BK's two legs, but BK grabs his ankle in the process. He twists the ankle, and Wyvern looses his balance and falls onto the mat on his stomach. BK grapevines the legs and now has the Corporate Lock tightly locked in, a very smart counter to the hold. Wyvern is screaming out in pain as BK looks to want to snap his ankle in half. Wyvern crawls towards the ropes - but BK pulls him right back to the center of the ring and applies the grapevine another time. Wyvern manages to kick BK off with his free foot, and BK manages to release the hold this time.

Both men manage to get up, but Wyvern this time has a limp. As he approaches BK, BK takes him down with a Fujiwara Armbar and now floats over to the Corporate Lock. The crowd goes absolutely nuts again and now Wyvern rolls on his back and attempts to kick BK off again, but BK keeps the hold still locked in. He rolls foward, looking to launch BK out the ring, but BK continues to have the hold locked in. BK applies the grapevine around his leg one more time and Wyvern screams out in insurmountable pain. The pain he must be feeling is excrutiating, and before you know it - the last thing we see before the bell rings is Wyvern tapping wildly.

*The Bell Rings*

Phillip: And the winner of this match, B-K London!

"Kingdom Come" sounds and BK London now releases the hold and all 1,000 fans in the arena are on their feet for not only BK winning, but the awesome contest they just witnessed.

BK rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the crowd where he hops over the barricade and begins celebrating with the fans with his huge win over Wyvern. Reynolds hops over the barricade to and raises his arm in the sea of fans which gets a bigger pop from the crowd.

Back in the ring, Wyvern is clutching his ankle and crawls close to his title before grabbing it and holding it tighter. He looks over at BK London celebrating in the crowd and a look of black anger overcomes his face…. But what replaces it is worse.

Smirking, almost snickering under his breath, Wyvern rolls out of the ring and leaves BK amongst the fans. It’s as if he has somewhere else important to be…

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Closing Segment: It Can Never Be The Same (Credit: Wyvern/Stark/Shawn)

It’s a back alley. That's... About the long and short of it, really. It's a blind alley, the blank brick wall in the background spray painted here and there with indecipherable graffiti and tacked with posters for local bands here and there. In front of that by several feet stood a a dark trio of evil compatriots, the hat trick of manipulation, the three kings (well, two kings and a queen) of darkness. Trash litters the alleyway, a dumpster behind them, but more importantly a beaten up old metal cylinder of a trash bin before them.

Wyvern: The prestige. The prize. The holy grail for all competitors. The ACW World Title.

Wyvern lifts the ACW World Title up from the ground, where it was rested, and holds it in the air as if it were a severed head of a gorgon.

Wyvern: Full of prestige, the ACW World Title has seen countless bouts full of honor, blood, tears even. Many have sought after the gilded plate of status, and many have failed. Those who have been able to thrust it in the air, such as I, have been written into the annals of time as champions, crusaders. This title represents to the ACW, the ultimate prize, the top of the world, the figurative hope diamond.

Wyvern pauses for a moment.

Wyvern: But what happens when even that glory fades?

The World Champion pauses for a moment to cackle, echoing his cacophonous resonation of the vocal cords throughout the alley.

Wyvern: You realize the fallacies that have "built" this title up. The ACW is nothing but an anthill of corruption, and incompetence. Few survive to be labeled as the diamonds in the rough, while most serve as the pestilence.

Umeko moves slightly to the forfront, staying very close to the deranged Dr. Starkweather who looks on with a gaze calm and steady.

Umeko: It's time for a little history lesson. The first person to hold this title, according to my research, was RDK...who was handed the title. It next went to DWB, another insepid acronymned wrestler who's best remembered for nothing. Then to Bladeshadow, a childish man who believed that he was a ninja. From him, it went to Skurai who--you guessed it--was also a silly, silly "assassain of the night." I'll spare you going down the entire history. I'll summarize. This "title" has been held by a schoolgirl, a walking stereotype, a woman with a Messiah Complex, a US Senator, and a person who's faked his death at least eleven times. This title isn't a running gag...it's just a joke that's almost run its course.

Starkweather doesn't so much move forward as Umeko steps back to allow him to speak.

Stark: You see, the point of this diatribe is that the ACW Title is just that. A title. A moniker to give the man who thinks he deserves it the most. To be the "champion" of this organization full of self-obsessed, self-important primadonnas. A title that only the most self-obsessed have competed over until very recently. And then someone thought to themselves... What if I used this title as a weapon? Not in the literal sense, that's been terribly overdone, but in the sense of being able to use its allure, like the Fountain of Youth or King Solomon's Mines, to drag powerhungry enemies to their deaths. And... Lo and behold. It's worked like a charm. Assassins, Senators, Walking Black Stereotypes alike have been crushed underfoot. It's all rather poetic.

Wyvern takes his step to the forefront again, almost cutting Starkweather off, eyeing him sharply before he speaks.

Wyvern: This title is a funeral pyre for the living. People are drawn to it by their own volition, and thus, are committing a long, drawn-out suicide by even hoping to wield the gold plated leather strap. Materialistic, are the vermin of the ACW.

Finishing his statement, Wyvern reaches down and picks up a bottle of lighter fluid and a lighter. He empties the contents of the bottle into the trash bin.

Wyvern: Thus, we are charged with the rewriting of history.

With a flick and toss of the lighter, the trash bin becomes an towering inferno momentarily, before burning brightly at a stable level. Wyvern doesn't flinch, but the close proximity of the flame may have singed him. He lifts the title belt up higher.

Wyvern: The sheep are coming to their burning shepard. Soon they will be ignited with the flames of failure. Consider this the omen of things that have happened and that will come to pass.

Umeko: This is the end of an era...and the beginning of a new one.

A simple toss sends the illustrious World Title belt into the flames. A few crackles are heard as the leather ignites, as the gold tarnishes from the heat and carbon.

A trio of laughter can be heard echoing through the walls of the alley, as a classic piece of the ACW dies in the distance…

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[hunter]

That last segment made this show. End of story.

[chengling]

I had forgotten just how much fun it was to read about TK owning an entire city. I demand that he produce his very own travelogue series where he stampedes across various hamlets ridiculing its people.

Oh yeah, BOO for Jessie and Scott getting back together. This totally unseats Nick and Renix as the top ACW couple.

[Commissioner Zero]

New World Title! Wooooo! New era! Woooo no new Entertainment Champion!

Wooooooo!