Thursday Night Meltdown 12th July 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Visitor (Credit: Hunter)

It's an amazing thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. So as he sits there, pondering this little throwback to the past, he cannot help but smile. It is almost exactly as he left it, except for the absence of the stuff belonging to Wyvern, and the presence of the stuff belonging to Freeman. Throughout the years, the Senatorial Office has remained completely untouched. It has surely undergone a few changes here and there, but nothing that was ever too drastic. It is no wonder, then, that he prefers to call such a place home. It is under no danger; to a lesser extent, it is the safest haven he knows. And it's as close to heaven as he wants to get.

He gets off the couch and stretches slightly. He is not incredibly tired by any means, but a quick nap never hurt anyone. The office is entirely empty, and so he realizes that he has the freedom to do whatever his heart tells him to do. He slowly walks over to the refrigerator in the far corner of the room and opens it up, looking through its interior for any sort of moderately nutritional snack. Eventually he settles on a couple of piece of bread, along with some ham and cheese. He puts them together and begins to eat this newly formed sandwich, and then continues to walk around the office, observing every little detail within. He walks over to the large window behind the Senator's desk and peers out at the night black sky, still chewing. He sighs a little before turning away from the darkness and sitting down in the Senator's chair.

It is just as comfortable as he remembers it. It has been almost a year's time since he last sat in it, and the wait has been worth it. He looks over the things on the Senator's desk, but there is nothing there that is of any particular interest to him. After finishing his sandwich, he simply gets to his feet and walks back down to the main part of the office. He grabs a magazine off of the small table before the couch and flips through its pages, but alas, once more he does not find anything that can keep his interest. He sighs slowly before throwing his hair back and tying it into a ponytail, sighing once more before sitting back down on the couch. Perhaps another nap? No, he can find something to do. He quickly recalls the location of his bag of personal belongings, and so he rises and slowly makes his way over to it.

It rests in the corner of the locker room, alongside one of the Senator's bags. He pulls it out from underneath said bag and opens up its pockets, looking through rather nonchalantly, not particularly searching for anything. Eventually his hand falls onto the cold and hard barrel of an all-too-familiar gun, and he slowly pulls it out before admiring it in his coarse hands. He opens up the chamber and sees the lone bullet that has haunted him for so long, and he stares at it for what feels like an eternity. Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door. Hunter slams the chamber shut and places the gun back at the bottom of his bag, and then throws it into the corner. He leaves the locker room behind and slams the door behind him, and then walks up to the main door of the office. He stops before it and leans his ear onto the door, until another knock rings through.

Hunter: What?

?: Please open the door, sir.

Hunter: ...who is it?

?: Open the door.

Hunter pauses for a moment, and then opens the door slowly, only to find a large man standing before him, arms folded at his front. Hunter raises an eyebrow to the stranger and leans against the door.

Hunter: I ain't buying anything.

?: I am not selling anything.

Pause.

Hunter: Who are you and what do you want?

?: Please come with me.

Hunter: Answer the question and I'll think about it.

?: You have five seconds to follow me.

Hunter: Or what?

The man suddenly lunges forth and grabs Hunter, squeezing him tight around the waist and lifting him high into the air. Hunter attempts to fight back, but he is in an incredibly prone position, so these actions prove futile. The man kicks the door shut and begins to walk down the hall, Hunter in tow...

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Introducing .. BLACK THUNDER!” Credit: BK/TK

[So imagine you open the door to your very own dressing room, only to be greeting by the following ...]

Thunderkiss: HEY THERE BUDDY!

[BK’s eyes widen wide in shock as he experiences this from a very unexpected and unwanted guest. Just how the hell did Thunderkiss get in here?! Furthermore, what does he want?! And of course, how is he going to get him out!? London’s brain tries to compute the answers to all these questions but is having a hard time because not only is TK an uninvited guest, but so is his music. The latest from Nickelback blasts on BK’s sound system, unwelcomed, and its causing him to lose focus...]

BK London: What the - What’s up with that Madonna music?!

Thunderkiss: What, you don’t like Nickelback?!

BK London: No, turn that shit off! I'm trying to prepare for our match later tonight. Geez.

[Disappointed, Thunderkiss reaches over to the stereo and presses the stop button. As he ejects the disc, he proclaims his love for this type of music to his new tag partner ...]

Thunderkiss: You know, some people say all their songs sound the same, but to be honest, who really gives a flying fuck... right? The fact is that they make boatloads of hard cold cash and are famous - that my friend, is the way to live life. Only the jealous would think otherwise.

BK London: Yeaaah, so, anyway. What I want to know is - how the HELL did you get into my locker room?

Thunderkiss: Oh, I have a key that will pretty much get me into any room in this building to be honest ... but that’s neither here or there, TONIGHT, I have a MAJOR Surprise for you partner!

BK London: Oh you do ...

Thunderkiss: Yes, and its sitting on that table right over there!

[Thunderkiss points over to the coffee table in front of the sofa where a small brown box sits. BK takes a few cautious steps over to its direction getting himself a good enough view to see what’s inside. What he sees is leather, a lot of it, black and studded, looking like a mix between a Gene Simmons outfit and the Black Vulcan from Superfriends.]

BK London: What’s this?!

Thunderkiss: Its your new outfit Mr. London... or shall I say - BLACK THUNDER!

BK London: ...black thunder? BLACK THUNDER?!

Thunderkiss: That’s right, now that we are teamed up together, it only makes sense for us to match up more so I had the liberty of having this all made up for you. Check the back of it out, its got your new name embroidered into the leather!

[BK turns the upper part of the outfit around and sees the name “Black Thunder” right where Thunderkiss said it would be. Out of all the various thoughts floating through his mind right now, there is one that seems to be repeating itself more than the others, and that’s “who do you think you are”. This drives BK to turn around with the outfit, and rip it up into pieces right in front of a shocked Thunderkiss!]

BK London: There's what I think of your suit.

Thunderkiss: Are you serious!? This shit is CUSTOM! I had my guy in Vegas make this!

BK London: Your guy in vegas? Look here, I know you're trying to be nice and all to me. But get this through your head for a second, the only reason I am teaming with you is because I am being FORCED to team with you. You are a chauvinistic, demeaning, egotistical, self-centered asshole who deserves to have someone's foot buried up your ass.

Thunderkiss: ....I am very sad at this attitude of yours London. If I knew better, I’d say you really don’t like me as a person.

BK London: You'd be right Thunderkiss, look, our match is up next. We need to start heading out to the ring right now.

Thunderkiss: Well then, I guess we will continue to have a business relationship then. Your loss. But remember one thing - this is the last time I EVER do anything nice for you.

BK Lodon: Good!

~!~SLAM~!~

[BK slams the door right on TK’s face and immediately goes and changes everything back in his dressing room to erase all evidence that TK was even there. Outside the door, Thunderkiss drops his head for a minute, struggling with the rage inside his body that is screaming at him to kick down the door, but overcomes it as he decides better of it and walks away ...]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A return, JJB-Style (Credit: Josh)

*Maxwell and Eddie are ready to call another match when MVP's theme hits and they are perplexed.

Maxwell: Who is this?

Eddie: Beats the hell out of me.

*JJB appears with boos raining down on him. JJB begins to laughing at the boos as he makes his to the ring.

Maxwell: You have to be kidding. It's Josh The Jersey Boy, one of the most disrespectful assholes we have ever dealt with and he was here for just one week.

Eddie: He's back and he's da-

Maxwell: Calm down, it's not the second coming of Hulk Hogan, Eddie.

*JJB gets a mic from the staff by force and begins to speak.

JJB: Wow so this is ACW. Where is Starkfeather? Where is Tyler Durden? Where is the "German Dragon" Dana Black?

Eddie: Wow he just mispronunced 3 names of our superstars.

Maxwell: Either he's really stupid or he's really an asshole.

JJB: I know many of you are wondering what the fuck I am doing here and I'll tell you.

*The fans are screaming "shut the fuck up"

JJB: No, I will not shut up until you hear what I have to say.

*The fans quiet down

JJB: There you go some fucking respect about time. Anyway before this fags interrupted me I am coming to this "ACW" which really stands for All Crappy Wrestlers, this best describes most of the locker room.

Maxwell: Wow, what a jackass.

JJB: To show my appreciation for this fed, I'm gonna pull out my johnson and piss on this ring to represent how piss poor the wrestling quality really is.

*JJB unzips his pants and is almost about to show his johnson, when security comes and proceeds to kick the crap out of JJB.

Guard: Under Chairman Gingerdude’s orders you're to be kicked out of the building and if you come back later, we will put you in jail. Understand?

*JJB spits on the guard, as he's being dragged away.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Motivation (Credit: Stark/Wyv)

Tuesday, 12pm

Driving to pick up Starkweather for whatever task he has in mind, Wyvern didn't mind doing. He clearly didn't have much going on, seeing by his absenteeism yesterday at Warfare. However, approaching LAX, Wyvern fended off horrendous traffic, with a sneaking suspicion that there was more to this "task" than what meets the eye.

Wyvern: So, are we picking up someone here?

Starkweather gestures toward the short-term parking lot, issuing a light shrug at the question.

Stark: This is step one, yes. You may want to roll the windows up while we're in there and lock up, you wouldn't want someone to break into the vehicle while we're inside.

Wyvern: Alright. Just be thankful that I don’t need to be anywhere tonight. I get this feeling that we’ll be here for awhile, knowing how airports are.

Getting out of the car, Wyvern obliges to Stark’s suggestions, as he locks up. The two enter the massive airport, and almost immediately, Wyvern’s eyes go wide at how many people are running around. Wyvern turns to look over at Stark, but Stark is heading forward.

Wyvern: Wait, man.

Wyvern, having no choice but to follow Stark, starts moving through the herd of people. Some people recognize him, and shrink away, assuming he’s a crazed killer.

Wyvern: Gotta love generalizations and the media… Stark, where you going?!
Wyvern manages to plow through the crowd, as he notices Stark is up at a receptionist desk.

Starkweather speaks in low tones with the receptionist, smiling at her as she smiles back, he accepting two blue envelopes as he pre-ordered them the day before, and explicitly requested that he leave as soon as possible. Just as the redheaded champion arrives behind him, he hands him the ticket, as that is what it is, and makes to start toward the terminal.

Wyvern: Ummm…what’s going on here?

Wyvern provides chase to Stark, and catches up to him at the line for the metal detector.

Wyvern: I thought you just needed a ride somewhere!

The doctor turns and fixes Wyvern with a rather flat look.

Stark: Why would I need a ride anywhere? I have a car, you know. I need you as a lookout, not once did I mention where we would be going. Moreover, I'd be more than willing to spring for the headphones if you feel so inclined as to watch Catch and Release.

Enraged, Wyvern speaks.

Wyvern: What fucking job are we doing to need to do that involves a plane?

The people surrounding him pull back in fear, afraid that he may be concealing a bomb in his shoe... Or... Head... Or wherever terrorists may be keeping their explosives these days. Starkweather raises his hands innocently.

Stark: A job that requires crossing the country. You see, some things require a bit of travel, especially when you're very much interesting in catching someone off-guard.

The guards eye Stark suspiciously with the comment, but these guards are paid way too little to pay attention to people who’d be daft enough to discuss terror plots in the line to the terminal. They shove Wyvern through, as the two get closer to the terminal.

Wyvern: You need to be more specific about what we do from now on.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: BK London and Thunderkiss vs Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes
(Credit: Hunter)

It is quite apparent to all involved even before the match what is at stake. Every man in the ring wants to win this tournament, and, thankfully, there is not an obscene amount of hate between most of them, meaning that there should not be any obstacles to winning. BK and TK peacefully agree to let BK start the match, and Hughes allows Freeman to do so as well. The two men circled the ring quickly before charging in and exchanging a variety of strikes, although BK was able to get the upper hand with a swift uppercut and a snap suplex. He tried for a sort of sit down sleeper hold, but Freeman threw him back and rose quickly for a dropkick. BK dodged it and tried for a swift superkick, but Freeman was able to dodge it. The two then exchanged a few other strikes before both simultaneously tagging in their partners.

Despite having vastly different sizes and ring strategies, Hughes and TK were able to go toe to toe quite effectively, with neither man gaining a significant advantage. TK instantly ran in for a big boot, but Hughes ducked it and tried to take the big man down with a clothesline to the opposite leg, but TK jumped over it to dodge the attack. He then lifted Hughes up and trapped him in a bear hug, but the Shooter quickly headbutted him and hit him with a sudden Showpiece. He covered, but TK was able to kick out. When Hughes tried for another move, however, TK pushed him back and quickly tagged in BK, who ran in and hit Hughes with a very sudden Air London. Instead of trying for a pin, however, BK locked in the Corporate Lock. Hughes held on for a bit, but then intelligently rolled through and threw BK out of the ring, causing the former World Champion to crash head first into the barrier.

Hughes recovered only slightly before TK came in and fought him for a bit. When he was able to take hold of the opportunity, Hughes tagged in Freeman, and Freeman gladly fought back against his arch nemesis. The two mostly fought with strike after strike, not bothering to thrown any real wrestling into the match. Freeman did his best to throw TK down with his Glory Driver, but TK pushed him back and hit him with the Goodnight Kiss, which launched Freeman back into his corner. Hughes quickly tagged himself in and hopped over the ropes, and then threw out a variety of strikes before hitting TK with the Whiplash. Hughes then lifted him up and locked in the Vice, Vice Baby...and TK began to tap out! But then the referee reminds Hughes that BK is still technically the legal man. Hughes broke the hold out of fury and yelled at the referee, just long enough for BK to slide back into the ring. The moment that Hughes spun around, BK hit him with the Shades of Michaels, and then pinned him for the one, two, three.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Everything Is Gonna Shake Now Someday (Credit: Michael)

INT. BACKSTAGE – MID-SHOW

Nick Durden is seen in front of a vending machine. He punches a few buttons, and the machine hums to life as it delivers his order. Nick bends down to pick his snack out of the slot. When he returns to a standing position, the ominous reflection of XS3 shines back at him in the glass of the machine. Needless to say, Nick is just slightly startled.

NICK
Whoa, man.

Nick chuckles nervously.

NICK
Don’t sneak up on me like that.

XS3
My apologies, Nick. I guess I should’ve spoken up or something.

NICK
So, uh, what can I do for you?

XS3
Oh, nothing major. I heard you and Christine had something of a “date” during the break.

NICK
Whoa, dude, it was nothing like a “date.” We just took some time to catch up with each other, you know, discuss a few things.

XS3
What kind of things?

NICK
Uh...well...things...and...well...stuff...important stuff.

Nick tries to hide his guilt with a sheepish grin.

XS3
It’s okay, Nick, I know how the young people these days can be so inarticulate. I just wanted to make sure my wife was treated nicely during her little going out.

NICK
Alright, well, you can count on me! Heh heh.

XS3
Good boy.

XS3 pats Nick on the shoulder. The two then go off in seemingly opposite directions. However, Nick only makes it a few steps before XS3 comes charging back toward him and blindsights him! After clubbing Nick across the back of the head with a few forearms, XS3 hauls Nick back to the vending machine and sends him headfirst straight through the glass! It is then when we immediately cut back to Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison at ringside. Neither are quite sure what to make of the shocking turn of events.

McNALLY
Well...uh...what we’ve seen, folks...it was truly...

He doesn’t have to stall for long, as the crowd explodes when XS3 appears in the entryway and nonchalantly tosses Nick Durden down the ramp. Nick rolls down the ramp and crashes into the side of the ring, his forehead busted open as his eyes stare up at the arena with a glassy glare while XS3 takes is sweet time to get there…XS3 holds in his hands a barbed-wire chair. He watches Nick Durden, just as Nick no-sell sits-up and fans begin cheering as Nick Durden gets up just long enough stare at XS3, a twisted look on his face seething just as XS3 lets a horrible chair shot on Nick Durden. Nick falls back, leaning on the ring apron as he stares at XS3.

XS3 stares at Nick Durden in confusion then lets him have another full blast with barbed-wire chair! Nick stands his ground, and stares at XS3, slowly getting his footing, even with the chair shot to the skull…

XS3 and Nick have a stare down for a moment…THEN a complete shot from XS3 that drives Nick’s face straight into the chair! XS3 grabs Nick by the head and throws him into the ring, quite literally, taking the chair with him.

XS3 sets the chair face-down, and then goes for Nick Durden…Nick slowly begins to get up and XS3 bounces off the ropes. Just as Nick gets to his feet, XS3 gives him a clothesline that sends him flipping upside-inside-out-down on himself, landing on his ass on the chair! XS3 rubs his hands together, a carnivorous glint on his eye as Nick barely has time to sit up before XS3 gets behind Nick and slings up for a Final Fate that presses his back into the barbed wire chair!

Nick writhes, his neck and back dripping of blood. XS3 keeps one arm wrapped around Nick, large enough of a frame to keep Henshin Hero held in one arm as XS3 sets up a chair in sitting position. With a woozy Nick standing in front of the chair, XS3 climbs to the middle rope and leaps off to catch Nick in a Ralph Klein Special, Nick’s head bouncing off the chair! The fans aren’t sure whether they hear the ‘bang’ of skull hitting metal, Nick’s scream, of the dead silence, as Nick lays motionless in the ring.

XS3 however is obviously not done, and moves out of the ring, to rip the commentators of their table, though he leaves the tables not only on the desk to increase the damage, he comes back on a second thought, and rips off a TV. XS3 flips the apron up and takes out a table, setting it up on the wooden table to sit on the commentator’s desk, and then hoisting that barbed-wire chair underneath the wooden table, on top of the commentator’s table.

EDISON
What are you doing!? WHAT IN- -!

XS3 slides into the ring just as Nick seems to be slowly crawling to his feet. XS3 stands erect, above him as flash photography goes off and Nick gets up, only to be crushed by a XS3-style bearhug...Nick tries to pull his arms free, even kick away, but XS3 crushes the rest of his life from him, a chuckle leaving him as Nick seethes in pain and yet XS3 continues to shake him, squeezing the air and the life out of him. Nick’s head drops as XS3 chuckles...then gives Nick a goodbye and a Closing Moment, out of the ring, through the table, onto the chair, and through the announcer’s table!

Nick jerks this way and that, then lays there. The amount of heat XS3 gets at this point is insane, as equal to X-Pac heat this point, and XS3 points up in the air, as an insult to Nick’s manner, which gets all the more boos. XS3 chuckles and gets out of the ring, not done yet.

Just as EMTs and refs come out from the woodwork, XS3 starts laying everyone out one by one, forearm shots, right jabs, chops, leaving an endless wake of the beaten at his feet, with his target laying in a wreck. As XS3 stares at Nick, he checks underneath the ring one more time… and finds a cricket bat! XS3 takes the steel steps and measures up, dropping the cricket bat vertically over the steps as he puts a hand on Nick’s throat, lifting him up to his feet...

Looking around for a few moments, XS3 smirks, and then sends Nick up and down onto the steel steps and the cricket bat with a lovely Burning Cradle! Nick’s eyes pop wide open, as his face is priceless, open-mouth.

XS3 then begins to lightly toe-step over the bodies, then says to hell with it and steps on every downed Referee and EMT, watching as Security comes down to at least help everyone, and XS3 clotheslines them as they run down the ramp, further leaving a path of destruction in his wake…

Things go back to the back to the locker rooms and the next wrestler to be interviewed… The last image seen is Nick Durden, slowly doing that sit-up of his, but half-way through, dropping on his back and laying, broken.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "The Surprise Party" Credit: Dan White, Jay Zero, XS3 & Thunderkiss

[“God of Thunder” heralds in the NEW ACW International Champion - THUNDERKISS! Many fans have made their way here tonight just to see what words the new champion has to say after his most controversial win, and trust me, they won’t be disappointed! TK comes out from the entranceway and hits the stage like he always does, sending hellfire down to the ring as his escort. Behind, William Wilcox holds the ACW IN title high above his head for all the fans to see. Several fans lob garbage at these two partners in crime, but their efforts to cause disorder fall in vein as neither Wilcox or TK even notice them. After a little posing and celebration, the music finally dies down and Thunderkiss gets right to business.]

Thunderkiss: So... what’s new?!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Maxwell McNally: Nothing if its concerning your popularity Thunderkiss!

Thunderkiss: Oh come on, you know you love me!? Right?

Crowd *chanting*: YOU - SUCK - DICK! YOU - SUCK - DICK! YOU - SUCK - DICK!

Thunderkiss: Willy, what’s a matter with these people?!

W.C.W.: Kiss, they never appreciated value from day one, so what makes you think they will start now?!

Thunderkiss: Good point big Willy. Good point.

W.C.W.: But I’ll tell you who DOES appreciate a man like yourself...

Thunderkiss: ?

W.C.W.: THESE GENTLEMEN!!!

[Wilcox points to the entranceway where the “Entourage” Alpha Tron video hits! Out comes the whole crew, XS3 ... Jay Zero and the newcomer .. Commissioner Dan White. They all walk down to the ring with grins on their faces as if they had just been made kings of the world. As they draw nearer, Thunderkiss notices they are acting kinda “funny” for tonight, as they are giving him odd looks and whispering to one another. Thunderkiss looks over at Wilcox who is also now acting strange. Just as he is about to get mad, Wilcox looks over at him and shouts ...]

W.C.W.: SURPRISE! We had to do this to you Kiss, but we honestly couldn’t think of any other way. Tonight is a surprise celebration in your honor!

Thunderkiss: Oh man, this is great! You guys, I swear, you are the best buddies a guy can have!

Jay Zero: Of course we are! Now big man, each of us ... we’ll we went out and got you gifts that are only fitting of a true champion such as yourself! Now I can’t speak for either White or X over there, but I can say this - I know you’ll like mine! I went out and got the best the “Red Light District” can offer![/color]

Thunderkiss: You didn’t?!

Jay Zero: I did! I give to you .... Candi, Mandi AND Tammi! Don’t worry, they are all clean and I got the bill for this one TK![/color]

[Down the ramp comes three hot hookers wearing various outfits from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. Several parents try to cover the eyes of their children as the women walk down the ramp for their dresses are so short one could easily see some bush if they tried! As they enter the ring, they bend their bodies down at the hips to make it through the ropes and the crowd cheers on as its noticeable a couple of the girls have no panties on...]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh Sweet Mother ....

Maxwell McNally: EASY there Eddie! Well, I think our audience just got more than they bargained for tonight, and I’m sure Gingerdude phone will be ringing off the hook as a result!

[The girls each surround Thunderkiss and take their place behind his arms and around his back. Thrilled, TK exclaims ..]

Thunderkiss: Well, lock the doors and put the kids to bed ...... there is a lot of holes to fill here boys! Hahahah! Come to me girls!

XS3 *interrupting*: But that’s not all!

Thunderkiss: It’s not!?

XS3: Of course not, what better way to reflect on the present by looking at the past. Kiss, I give to you your second present ... from me, gift wrapped of course...

[Another wave of people make their way from the entranceway! This time, we see two large men dressed in black carrying another man on their shoulders, a man who is bound and gaged and struggling to get free. This man is none other than ...]

Maxwell McNally: Good God, thats Rich Richardson!

Thunderkiss: HEY! I remember him, that’s Rich Richardson from the Southern Smashers!

XS3:Well you ought to, he was your first opponent! Have fun with him Kiss!

Rich Richardson *mubling*: MmMMmmMmmmph!

[Richardson tries to talk but the gag forces all of his words back into his mouth, and trust me, it’s a bitter taste for him. Both of the mystery men heave him into the ring where he hits and rolls onto his back, right in the perfect spot - below Thunderkiss. The guest of honor looks down and in a psusdo friendly voice replies - ]

Thunderkiss: Hey Rich!

Rich Richardson: MmMMMph?

Thunderkiss: TIME TO GO ... GOODNIGHT!

[XS3 and Jay Zero pick up Richardson and hold him into place! Thunderkiss takes a few steps back and begins to wind up for one of the most devastating moves in all of A.C.W. - THE GOODNIGHT KISS!]

~!~WHAM~!~

[Richardson is turned INSIDE OUT by the move and lands on the mat, unconscious. White steps over and uses his foot to roll him out of the ring like garbage, a sign of utter and complete disrespect. Though those words are true, neither of these men think for a moment about their actions for the guilty pleasures of sin and indulgence is how they all live their lives.]

Thunderkiss: Wow, talk about a stress releaver, thanks XS3!

XS3: No problem Kiss.

Dan White: *Ahem*

Thunderkiss: Oh man, not you too Dan!

Dan White: Indeed.

Thunderkiss: I’m blushing now, this all is just TOO much.

Dan White: Now Kiss, I know for MONTHS you’ve had several run ins with Senator Steve Phillips yet you haven’t been given the chance to finally finish the job on that clown. So my good man, for you .... I give you this ..

[White pulls out a piece of paper from his coat pocket and hands it to Thunderkiss. The cameras zoom in on the International Champion’s face and curiousity peeks all around as fans see a huge look of devilish delight illuminate Kiss’ face.]

Thunderkiss: No, this can’t be!?

Dan White: That’s right, that’s a contract ... an contract for a match against Steve Phillips at SEVEN - DEADLY - SINS!

Thunderkiss: YES, FINALLY! Oh thank you Dan... THANK YOU! I have waited long enough, now I FINALLY get my chance to finally end the career of that boring, 2nd rate high school mat wrestler! This, and ALL these gifts, man guys, this is ... I just don’t know what to say.

[TK gets the whole of Entourage together and they jokingly group hug, with the crowd none too pleased about the decision. They do their usual stint - booing and jeering the group and even going as far to throwing trash into the ring - as TK breaks the hug. But he takes a slightly more serious tone as he holds the microphone against his lips.]

Thunderkiss: See, this is what I’m talking about. This isn’t a stable, this is a family. That’s what sets us apart from the rest. We have some stables made up of guys that have no business being together, that share no real common bond besides the fact that some senile old politician brought them together for God knows whatever reason. Then we have a bunch of people who whine and bitch, and then bitch and whine some more about how they are treated and hold big bad scary belt burnings behind the stadium. Yeah, that’s a sure fire winner. And then... there’s US. We are all together because we LIKE being together. We watch each others back and do things together as one solid unit. We are united under the goal of making money and winning championships, and having fun while doing it. You can call us cheap. You can call us sell outs, but you will never ever call us poor and unknowns. If my words are crawling under your skin right now, that’s too just bad, because you better get used to it ...

[With those final words, Thunderkiss drops the mic onto the mat and raises his IN title high above his head while his friends circle around him. Within moments, the party is moved to backstage, and with this group, who knows what could happen next. After all, the night is still young ..]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Eviction (Credit: Hunter / Dan)

The scene slowly fades in, but even before it begins to do so, it is quite apparent what is happening. Hunter continues to yell angrily at the large man who is holding him around the waist and carrying him to Lord knows where. Hunter attempts to kick him and head butt him, but unfortunately the man holds him up high in such a position that prevents these things. Eventually Hunter relaxes, particularly when he sees that he is in the corporate area of the ACW backstage area, which instantly makes him lose the thought that he is in any danger. Soon thereafter, the man stops before Ginger's door, and lets Hunter down, opening the door in front of him. Hunter looks up at the man scornfully, and the man proceeds to push him in and slam the door shut. Hunter keeps his back to the room and shakes his head.

Hunter: Man, Ginger, you really need to...

Hunter slowly raises an eyebrow as a smirking Dan White looks up at him.

Hunter: You're not Ginger.

Dan: No shit, Sherlock

Pause.

Hunter: This has been an incredibly fucked up day. Umm...lets start with what the hell you're doing here.

Dan: I'm the chairman in Ginger's place.

Hunter: ...why?

Dan: Because...basically Gingerdude left his passport at home, and I took it in the liberty of being the commissioner of this fed.

Hunter: ...so in other words you took up the role with nobody else knowing?

Dan: Well...I shotgun'd it before anyone else did.

Hunter blinks once, and then shrugs and sits down at the lone chair before Dan's desk. He throws his feet onto the table and folds his arms.

Hunter: I see. Well then, why did that hulking behemoth have to carry me over here so violently? Couldn't he have said please?

Dan: No.

Hunter: ...so why carry me?

Dan: Shits and giggles, Hunter, shits and giggles.

Hunter: Right then. So what do you need?

Dan smiles slightly before sitting up and looking closely at Hunter.

Dan: It has come to my attention that, back in the day, you used to live in the Senatorial Office. I believe you did that because your house was blown up.

Hunter: Yeah...because of you.

Dan: Let's not go remember that, God knows the rest of ACW wants to forget.

Pause.

Hunter: Fair enough. Your point?

Dan: Well, since you still have no technical place of residence, can I assume that you're still living there?

Hunter: What? Now?

Dan nods.

Hunter: Yeah.

Dan: Well that's why you're here, then.

Hunter: Let me guess...you want to evict me? You think I need to stop being a little bitch and finally get my own place?

Dan: Now you're just ruining the fun.

Hunter: Ah. Well, in so many words, that's not gonna happen.

Dan: I AM the Commissioner, Hunter.

Hunter: Do your research.

Dan raises an eyebrow as Hunter leans in, grabs a pen off of the desk, and slowly begins to twirl it through his fingers.

Hunter: I never listen to authority.

Dan: Then I'm prepared to sue you.

Hunter: On what grounds?

Dan: ...for...uh...fuck it, I'll just have the guy out there squeeze the air out of your lungs.

Hunter: Fuck you.

Dan: Come off it, Hunter. Just make it easier for yourself. You have until the end of the month.

Hunter: I have an entire army of people in the locker room who are willing to back me up.

Dan: I have the Entourage.

Pause.

Hunter: The what?

Dan: You know...me, Thunderkiss, Zero, and XS3.

Hunter: Oh.

Yet another pause. And then Hunter bursts into laughter and gets up, wiping the tears out of his eyes. Without even waiting for Dan to retort, Hunter opens the door and leaves the room, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees that the large man is mysteriously absent. The door slams before Dan, and Dan grits his teeth slightly at Hunter's insubordination. And yet he still feels that he got his point across. One of them is surely going to be disappointed in the end.

Fade Out

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Segment: Embarrassing Consequences (credit: Jonny Hughes/ Rena)

We return from commercial to a highly frustrated Jonny Hughes who is fresh from a defeat at the hands of BK London and Thunderkiss. His flesh is a bright red from the physicality of the match he just had, his anger is evident to everyone within a 500 metre radius as he is throwing out loud obscenities and throwing things around. Nearby crew members rush out of his line of sight as he continues his angry rampage, Hughes looks around for someone to blame for his loss but finds no reasonable target, he has just about calmed down when a the voice of a smug young woman breaks the deathly silence.

: Another day another loss.

Hughes’ head snaps around to face the direction of the insult, he snarls when he sees the source. The camera pans out to reveal the source of Rena Matheson who is wearing a huge smile on her face.

Hughes: I’m going to give you a warning Miss Matheson, I’m not in the best of moods and I would advise you not to agitate me any further.

Rena: Now when did I start listening to what other people have to say?

Hughes keeps his eyes focused on Rena who slowly moves towards him.

Rena: You’re just in a bad mood because you had your ass kicked by BK and Thunderkiss.

Rena has clearly hit a nerve here with Hughes as his breathing becomes heavier and more frequent.

Rena: I mean how humiliating, to lose in the first match since your ‘triumphant return’.

Hughes: I wasn’t solely responsible for that loss, that idiot Freeman clearly isn’t on the same level as me and both our performances suffered because of this.

Rena: You can make all the excuses you want, but the facts don’t change. You lost.

Rena moves closer to Hughes so she is face to face with him.

Rena : And that means you’re nothing more than a sad pathetic loser.

This sends Hughes crazy and he shoves Rena who loses her balance and falls to the ground due to the force of the shove. Hughes stands above Rena with a hint of remorse in his eyes, his breathing rate has become more regular and his mood seems to have died down. He then extends his hand out to Rena and offers to help her up, she cautiously accepts. As soon as she is helped to her feet by Hughes she returns the shove and sends hi crashing onto a nearby table, several murmurs of laughter are heard from the nearby crew members as Hughes comically fails to get to his feet whilst tripping on the wires and equipment that was laid on the table. Rena smiles at her handiwork before casually strutting away. Hughes manages to get to his feet and begins brushing himself down, a young crew member makes a huge mistake as he walks past Hughes by smirking and laughing under his breath, Hughes notices this and violently shoves the crew member to the ground, in some measure of revenge, before looking up the hall at Rena as she walks away.

Hughes: Bitch

Fade

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Segment: Aberration (Credit: Stark/Wyv)

Tuesday, 8.30pm

Wyvern: What’s this? You spring for plane tickets all the way across a continent, but you can’t even get a decent car! This clown car redefines compact…are you going green?

Stark: I apologize; the dealership didn't have any Trans Ams.

He unbuckles his safety belt, the tiny little blue car idling in front of some store or another that he's pointed out that he absolutely needs to stop at. He goes to open the door but it clicks locked, his dark eyes moving over to rest on his erstwhile stablemate in a curious manner. He leans back, issuing a light sigh as Wyvern stares at him for several seconds as if expecting some sort of confession.

Stark: It will all make sense before long. I need to stop here and purchase something, and then we'll head to our destination. This is just as much in your best interest as it is mine, because the malefactor in question is also working to undermine you as well.

Wyvern: Alright, make it quick. If you hang around too long our currency will devalue.

The good doctor nods, the door unlocking once more, he striding across the road after looking both ways. He spends some time in the store, some kind of sporting goods store or something and just as Wyv's patience runs out and he reaches to unbuckle himself Starkweather emerges from the front door holding two rather curious things. One being blockier than the other, the other being easily identifiable and more suited toward heavy labor. He opens the back door and sets both softly down onto the back seat, patting the blockier object before turning to get back to the front.

Wyvern: Damn it! It took you that long? Was the store just so jammed packed full of rubbish that it took you that long to find what you needed?

He gets a rather odd look for that outburst.

Stark: You clearly need more help mentally than I can provide at this point. I'll point the way to the place we're going, and then your job is halfway over.

Wyvern: Whatever, let’s get this over with.

They proceed down the street, turning here, hanging a louie there, taking a back street there. Stark knows where he’s going, apparently. He suddenly orders Wyvern to stop the car and nearly bumps his head on the dashboard before he scrambles out of the car to do something wholly strange that Wyvern ALMOST asks about, but the warning glance he gives him quiets him as they drive again.

As they arrive at the destination, as it were, Starkweather tells his associate to keep an eye out while he takes care of matters. He brings his two recent purchases with him, one now being more heavy than when he originally got it, and he does what he came so far to do.

He enjoys himself, he won’t lie to himself of all people about that. There’s something so very liberating about stalking here and there, not saying a word, but allowing forces above you to guide your actions like an angel of retribution. Laying waste to everything that another mortal being has hoarded into their little nest of a domicile. Destruction, unadulterated and unabashed vandalism are all that the little world of peace knows for the next fifteen minutes. Little touches here and there to throw possible trackers as to whom is responsible.

And then, the mask is on. The deception is as complete as it could possibly be, and he sets about the task that he’s come so far to do. He releases one and confines the other, he tracks the new through the house and corners it in the master bedroom. A thrown book stuns it long enough to apprehend, and a simple quick motion is all that is required. But he needs to show what he’s done. He needs to leave a mark that only his intended quarry will understand.

He knows the perfect means to that end.

Fade.

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Segment: Not Who You Think She Is (Credit: Jake Cheng)

Jake walks away from the woman who actually works for him. He leaves her alone in the hallway. She counts the money he gave her before putting it in her purse and smiling. So she’s was being paid for all the stuff she has done. And it looks like there is more to come. I guess she isn’t who we thought she is.

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In a secluded area of the ACW arena, Jake Cheng stands in full ring gear with an envelope in his hand. He tapes his foot impatiently and then starts to pace the section of the hallway, until he hears a female voice singing. It gets louder and Jake hides behind an equipment case, hoping not be caught. He can see the shadow on the wall and puts his head down so only his eyes and hair are showing. And then BK’s number one fan Bryanna walks around the corner.

Bryanna: Jake, are you here?

Jake pops out from behind the crate and walks up to Bryanna. She takes a couple steps and gives Jake a big hug and he hugs back. The embrace ends and Jake sticks out his hand to give her the envelope. She reaches for it but he pulls it back.

Jake: What the hell took you so long?

Bryanna: I had to sneak back here. You never sent me my backstage pass. They know to look for me from the last time I snuck in.

Jake: Oh.

Bryanna snatches the envelope from his hand and rips it open. She pulls out a handful of money and a backstage pass. She grins from ear to ear and looks up at Jake and back at the money.

Bryanna: Jake, I don’t need this much. I mean, it really isn’t hard to be all over BK. I’m actually enjoying it. I mean, it is BK London.

Jake: Ashley, don’t worry about it. I owe you anyway. Just make sure you seduce Jame extra hard. I hear Kiley is at the arena tonight. It’s game time.

Ashley: Wait....I’m ruining their marriage?

Jake: Basically.

Ashley: Ok. I’ll do my best.

Jake: Good girl. I have to get to my match now. Talk to you later. And don’t show Amy those pictures

Ashley: Haha, ok. I won’t. Bye Jake.

Jake walks away from the woman who actually works for him. He leaves her alone in the hallway. She counts the money he gave her before putting it in her purse and smiling. So she’s was being paid for all the stuff she has done. And it looks like there is more to come. I guess she isn’t who we thought she is.

And the plot thickens some more...

Fade Out.

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Segment: Traveling the Longer Road
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns, “Hail to the Chief” plays, heralding the entrance of Senator Steve Phillips, as he walks down to the ring, wearing his warm-ups, carrying a microphone. As he steps into the ring, the crowd quiets down to a hush, ready to hear what the ACW legend has to say.

The Senator: Well, well, well…how are my constituents tonight? It sure is great to be back here in the ACW Arena! I may have returned here on my shield, rather than holding it high, but that does not matter! I still believe that, even if I may no longer fight for the big ACW World Heavyweight Title, I believe that I still possess the eye of the tiger, that will to fight, that longing to re-enter the ring, night after night, whenever I get the chance. I have many others around who are willing and more than able to capture the big belt at this point, and now, now that I have proven my time at the top, I still find myself wanting to come back and prove myself yet again.

Senator: Why? People want to know why I still fight, why I still would want to get back into the ring, instead of fading off into the sunset, and heading back to a spotlight of a different nature, in the arena, not of physical, but of verbal combat. I stand here tonight a veritable mess! My neck is hanging on by a thread, my shoulder still has not healed from that horrendous armbar that Alexander Starkweather placed it in, my back has suffered from damage since my days on the gridiron, my knees both feel like they are set on pins and needles, and yes, the doctors keep telling me that I am possibly suffering from a concussion after taking the Nuclear Option at Omega Effect. The nerve of that Benedict Arnold, stealing my own ultimate move on me! Even so, we all know who the true master of the Nuclear Option is…I walked away on my own power, unlike the previous recipient of the move…

Senator: That said, I still return here, not because it keeps me sane, although the release of physical energy is certainly a marvelous benefit. I keep at it, but not because I am addicted to the ring. I am drawn to it, but if I was forced to choose between wrestling and my greater responsibilities, I know that I could quit. Some think that I should have already done so, but from my viewpoint, I can manage things quite well. No, I stay in the business because I still am able to enjoy it...and because I have something to give back to it. All these years I have been around, I have set several goals for myself. Many of those were personal, such as obtaining the top title in the top federation avaliable. However, my firstmost purpose in wrestling has always been to build a legacy, not just for myself, but for ACW, to pass on the traditions of an older era, for without the lessons and the accomplishments of the past, there can be no foundation to build a future upon. I will remain here as long as I can, as long as my creaking, aging body holds out, as long as I can still take someone to the mat, I shall work to ensure that things turn out the right way in ACW.

Senator: Finally, I have one last word for the despicable indivudual going by the name of Thunderkiss. You stated several weeks ago, when I was barely able to stand, that you would break me in half, and end my career! You creeping scum, you prey on the weak, and live on your own nihilistic lack of principles! It is the presense of individuals like yourself that ironically remind me just why ACW needs someone like myself to stick around! You dare approach me now, now that I have my wits about me, you will find that you crossed the path of the wrong United States Senator, you craven roided up mass of depravity! Oh no, I will not stand by and see someone such as yourself get away with ruining the very athmosphere of this organization, and that, Thunderkiss, is nothing...but the truth.

Fade Out.

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Segment: “Dysfunctional Relationship” (Credit: Kudo)

ACW cameramen, known for being at the right place at the perfect time is in another one of those situations as Kudo grabs him by his collar and hollers at him to begin filming. He has something to say after all.

The cameraman regains his composure and backs up enough to get Kudo in a good shot.

Kudo: You know, it is very dissuading when my coworkers are under their own poetic arrest, while I am free to say things the way they are and tell it like it is without any added embellishment. Because my image stems from my in ring ability and good nature, not from carefully choosing the right things to say to make the media happy. That’s right buddy, that means you and everyone out there listening.

The cameraman looks confused, but he continues doing his job, keeping the film rolling.

Kudo: What do I mean? I’ll tell you exactly what. When I came into ACW, yes this is another one of those flashback stories, I made a decree that I would change things for the better. That pro wrestling would be able to offer the juniors a haven where they would be appreciated for their superior talents and entertainment value. And throughout my career here, I’ve sought out to defend those words. But while I was doing so, I’ve come to realize that I had blinded myself to the industry as a whole. How can I fight for this haven if everything around it has fallen to shambles? Huh? How?!

The cameraman is a bit confused again, as Kudo literally pauses for a few seconds, almost making him think he was asking him personally.

Kudo: Of course you don’t the answers; you’re just a pawn in the whole dysfunctional system that ACW runs here. You and management don’t see things through our eyes, the workers. While we’re dropping on the mat and taking elbows in the face, we may have blurred our vision but we are NOT blind to what’s happening. I’ve seen people rise to the top and then are promptly served on a dish to management’s top level “favorites” before being sent back down and forgotten. You fans have this guilt on your hands as well, don’t think you’re exempt. You continue to cheer on the same people that are force fed to you and again, politics takes over to truly bury talent that is just waiting for that next opportunity to prove themselves once again. You see, this is what I’ve witnessed and have experienced first hand – ACW has been on route to building itself a tombstone on its own corruption and the utmost greed of those on top. It has been going on since before I arrived, and it’s still going on now. Gold has become less of a way to measure talent and more of a way to keep the puppet strings attached to those protected and aided to succeed by management.

But what have I decided to do about it? I know just when going against the current works, and when going with the grain can work even better. This is exactly why I allied myself with the individuals harboring the top of the ladder now. I have come to accept the culture ACW has produced and learned how to use it to my own advantage. I can play along with the best of them, and that is the difference between Kudo before and Kudo now. I’m treading on the path that has already been cleared for us, but I’m going to do it my own way – the way that gets me to the top.

Kudo pushes the camera out of the way as he trudges out of view.

-Fade Out-

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Segment: Time For War! {by Scott Levi)

'Bad Religion' by Godsmack hits and Scott Levi walks to the ring with a mic in his hand. He goes up to a sign that has 'ACW' on it and rips it up, then enters the ring.

Scott Levi: Listen up, I am here for one reason and one reason only, and that is to issue a challenge! Thats right, a challenge, but no ordinary challenge. Ya see, Im not challenging one person....not two people...hell, not even three people but the whole damn ACW! Listen up. The PWX is tired of watching this piece of crap federation do worthless things and then somehow be more popular than us!

The crowd boos loudly and start chanted 'You suck!'

Scott Levi: ACW, bring all you can bring, but im tellin ya now, it doesnt matter if you play your cards right cause the Final Draw......ends all!

He throws the mic down then spits at the mat, hops out and walks through the curtain....

=END=

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Match 4: Jake Cheng's Quadrinity Light Heavyweight Challenge
(Credit: Andrew Williams)

4 Words To Choke Upon by BFMV comes on the PA system as the camera pans to the ring, where Jake Cheng stands. He holds his Light-Heavyweight title above his head and walks around the ring in his normal black and white ring hakama pants. He takes one hand off the title and adjusts it so he can hold up the golden center piece of the title in the air and talking into a microphone in the other hand.

Jake: Do you see this? Do you know what this is? This is blood sweat and tears. This is struggle and accomplishment. And now it is opportunity for many Light-Heavyweight from ACW and else where. The Quadrinity Light-Heavyweight Challenge offers any Light-Heavyweight backstage fifteen minutes in the ring with the Quadrinity, Jake Cheng. If you pin me or I tap, you get my title. But if you lose...well you get it.

The moment Jake finishes speaking the lights dim, plunging the arena into darkness, and the synth opening to “Sorry You’re Not a Winner” by Enter Shikari plays. Green laser lights circle the audience slowly in time with the noise of the synth, slowly picking up speed as the instrumental builds. Then as the guitar kicks in the lights flash in time, then flash red and green simultaneously as the clapping occurs. Immediately after, as the lead singer screams the opening words, the arena light come back on to reveal Andrew Williams, complete with his Golden Tiger mask, with his arms spread, stood behind him is the man Japanese wrestling fans know as the legendary Kuroda Kaito.

There is a patter of applause from the fans in the audience who follow puroresu, but the majority don’t know how to react to the masked man as he walks down to the ring. His speed increases as he nears the steps until he is sprinting up them, he follows this by vaulting over the top rope and lands facing a slightly bemused Jake Cheng. Williams locks eyes with Cheng, his expression motionless underneath his mask, and stands rooted to the spot. After around 10 seconds, Jake glances around, puzzled, before leaning over the ropes to address Philip.

Jake: Who the hell is this guy?!

Philip starts to respond but it stopped by Kaito, who simply points towards Williams. Jake, and Philip, turn to face Williams, who begins to remove his mask. Once the mask is removed Williams hands it to Kaito in exchange for a microphone.

Williams: I’ll tell you who I am…I am the “Golden Tiger” Andrew Williams. I know that won’t mean a lot to most of you, but I have quite the following in Japan, where I have had a lot of success. I have come to ACW to continue this trend.

There is a small pop from the contingent of Japanese wrestling fans, to which Williams responds with a warm smile.

Williams: Now don’t get me wrong, Jake, I’ve seen tapes of your matches and I know that you’re an extremely good competitor…you wouldn’t be holding that belt if you weren’t.

Jake nods, a cocky smirk on his face, as Williams praises him.

Williams: However, the opportunity to claim ACW Gold on my debut was just to good to pass up. So, naturally, I’m pleased to say that I accept your open challenge.

There is a louder cheer from the audience, who are happy that they will get to see what promises to be a first-rate contest.

Williams: I expect an extremely tough challenge tonight, but don’t think I won’t put up a significantly tough fight myself. I think that’s all there is to say really Mr. Cheng…may the best man win!

Williams drops the mic and extends his right hand, Jake looks rather dubious and pauses to consider for a few seconds before raising the mic to his lips.

Jake: Looks like I’ve got myself a match then.

A slight smirk crosses Jake’s face as he grasps Williams’ hand. As he releases his grip he hands his title to the referee.

Philip: The following matchup is a singles match with a 15 minute time limit and is for the ACW LightHeavyweight Title!

The crowd pop loudly as Philip mentions the name of the title on the line.

Philip: The challenger is making his ACW debut and he hails from Orange County, California. He is…“Golden Tiger” AAAANDREW WIILLLIIIAAAMMMMSSS!!

The crowd pop for the challenger, with a select few chanting “New Champ! New Champ!”.

Philip: The champion weighs in this evening at 200lbs and hails from Hong Kong, China. He is…“The Quadrinity” JAAAAKKKEEE CHEEEENNNNNNNGGGGG!!

The reception from crowd is rather hostile to the LightHeavyweight Champ, but he seems largely unfazed by it.

Bell Rings

The match started at an electric pace with the challenger, Williams, drilling Cheng with a series of his devastating kicks. He was then denied an early pinfall directly after a Snap Suplex as Cheng kicked out at just 1. Following the kickout Cheng was able to get in some offence of his own, connecting with a number of kicks of his own followed by an Inverted Unprettier which earned him a 2 count. The pin attempt by Cheng seemed to motivate Williams as he repeatedly connected with vicious kicks to Cheng’s left knee, allowing him to connect with a Shining Yakuza as Cheng dropped to a knee. This strike earned Williams a two-count. Following kicking out Cheng hit Williams with an unseen low blow as he attempted to lift him up for a Brainbuster.

The middle period of the match was dominated by Cheng’s offence as he connected with a series of quickly performed high flying manoeuvres, which enabled him to avoid the majority of Williams’ trademark hard-hitting offence. During this period Jake was able to get numerous near falls but was unable to achieve a third slap of the mat. The turnaround came when Jake came off the top rope, attempting to hit a Frog Splash Style Crossbody, only to have Williams leap into the air and connect with a strike to the side of Jake’s head. The whole crowd thought that was it, only to have Jake disappoint them by kicking out marginally before the 3-count.

This point signalled a short spell of Williams being on top during which he connected with a Brainbuster, countless brutal Knife-Edged Chops, a series of Armdrags, immeasurable Kicks, and a Springboard Leg Lariat. Williams then came close to hitting his Tiger Bomb finisher, only to have Jake pull himself back from the brink by reversing it into a Hurricanrana. From this point Jake hit a Last Resort, earning him a two-count, and a Shining Enziguri before, minutes before the time limit expired, hitting a Bullet with Butterfly Wings to earn him the three count.

Philip: Your winner and still ACW LightHeavyweight Champion…“The Quadrinity” JAAAAKKKEEE CHEEEENNNNNNNGGGGG!!

Jake jumps up and grabs his title from Philip. Andrew Williams gets up a couple seconds later, a bit dizzy from the Second Heartbeat. He offers his hand again to Jake and Jake smiles and shakes his hand. Williams leaves the ring with Mr. Kaito and Jake shakes his head and says something along the lines of “newbie” to Philip that makes him smile.

Jake: Andrew Williams everyone! The first victim of the Quadrinity Light-Heavyweight Challenge!

The crowd boos loudly, but one in particular boos louder and long after everyone stops. Jake gets out of the ring and as she continues to boo, Jake walks up to the fan in the front row.

Jake: Umm, excuse me but, who the hell are you?

Bryanna: I’m Bryanna and I’m BK London’s NUMBAH ONE FAN!

Jake:....wait, aren’t you the crazy bitch who was backstage on Monday?

Bryanna gets red in the face and hits Jake right in the mouth with a well-placed slap. Jake turns back to her, checks to see if his lip is bleeding and smiles a slightly sadistic smile.

Jake: Wow, you really must be BK’s number one fan, you hit about as hard as he does.

In another act of fury, Bryanna throws another slap, but this time Jake is ready. He catches it. And then he catches her other arm. She tries to wriggle free, but to no avail. She throws herself at Jake, but he pulls her down onto the ground where she fights back some more. He lifts her up and yells at her to calm down. She faints but Jake catches her and rolls her into the ring. He looks towards the ramp, hoping someone will come down to help him.

But BK London doesn’t look he wants to help Jake. The former tag partner runs down the ramp and around the ring to where Jake was standing. Too bad Jake is already in the audience running away from London. BK changes his focus to the fallen Bryanna. He goes into the ring to check on her, before picking her up and bringing her to the back.

And the plot thickens....

Fade Out.

OOC: Pre Match and Post Match Credit goes to Jake Cheng and Andrew Williams for his dialog.