Thursday Night Meltdown 16th August 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Thursday Night Meltdown 16th August 2007

Schedule of Matches:

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Sylvan "Pay Day" Mint vs DiaVolo

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Echo vs Ricky Falcon

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Hunter vs Adrian Flamingo

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Jason Freeman vs VorteX

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Jay Zero vs Kudo Yasuda

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BK London and and Alicia Kitsune vs Wyvern and Starkweather

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Opening Segment: Two birds, one mallet (Credit: BK)

Meltdown hits the airwaves with the fans already cheering flat out; no time whatsoever is going to waste tonight. As the scene opens up, the sea of diehard fans in attendance roars as "Stronger" by Kanye West comes to life. The sampled Daft Punk song sends a surge of life through the crowd and the arena is shaking with the huge pop for the ACW Veteran. BK London steps through the curtain to the top of the stage, and this time he's alone as opposed to the last couple shows where he was accompanied by his wife. Wearing his in ring gear for his upcoming match tonight, he makes his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans who manage to be up close before rolling into the ring.

He stands perched on the middle turnbuckle, and looks out at the see of fans before posing for their flash photography. After a few moments, he hops down from the turnbuckle and recieves a microphone from Phillip.

The lights slowly return to normal, the music fades out, and the crowd dies down a bit giving BK the perfect opportunity to speak his mind.

BK: You know, I don't come out here and speak to the people as much as I used to - probably because every opportunity I have to do so I am badgered by that sorry excuse for a journalist, Kevin Anderson - but that's beside the point. It feels good to be out here talking to..the people.

The crowd cheers, who wouldn't for such a cheap pop that acknowledges them. The camera pans through the crowd and we see several signs such as "We Want Affirmative Action!" and "Another Armbar Starkweather?"

BK: Lots of things have been happening over the past few weeks, and there are just two people I really want to talk about. And if you don't already know..

Crowd (section A-151): THEN YOUR ASS BETTA CALL SOMBOOODDY!

BK: .....ok, can we get that little section back on a plane to Orlando? But seriously, I'm talking about Thunderkiss...

A huge amount of boos for the former Entertainment and International Champion, over the past few months Thunderkiss has gone out of his way to get on the crowd's bad side and in a short amount of time he has become one of the most hated men in ACW history.

BK: ....and Wyvern...

Another man who in the past few months has really become one of the most hated - if not THE most hated man in ACW currently for turning on The Senator, the stable, and his fans.

BK: Two men that are on my radar, especially with Heatwave rapidly approaching as it is. But who should I talk about first? Hmmm...

Some people scream out "Wyvern" and some people howl out "Thunderkiss", you would think we were on an episode of The Price is Right with everyone yelling out random stuff, but BK then makes his decision.

BK: I think I'll have to go with talking about Thunderkiss first. Thunderkiss - what hasn't been already said about you by the various superstars who crossed your path? You punch like a little bitch? Or how about you look like a horse's ass? You call me Mr. Overrated, and well - I just have to laugh because the list of people I beat calls me something besides Mr. Overrated. It calls me 'the best', simply plain and put. You haven't even been here for a cup of coffee, and your proclaiming this and proclaiming that while I have done it. I have won World Championships. I have won Battle Royales. I have beaten the best. While you run your mouth and go out to the club with your friends, getting that lapdance from your 3 month pregnant strippers. I'm training to maintain my spot as the best. Thunderkiss, you won't get my best at Heatwave - my best is far too much for you - I'm saving that for Wyvern. But you will be in for the fight of your life, I promise you that.

BK cracks his neck, and now looks into the camera.

BK: And now my buddy Wyvern. You see, over the past few months Wyvern and I have developed quite a hatred for one another. But through our long feud, there has been always one underlining thing - one thing that could obviously have an effect on the outcome of most of our matches. You see, since I won Fallen Heroes and set my eyes on his championship - I've never been just focused on him. You see, after I won Fallen Heroes and I was coming for the Heavyweight Championship - I had to deal with Jake Cheng. Then, when I was done with him - or so I thought - I had to deal with The Senator, who ultimately cost me my championship at Omega Effect. Now, to get to the big man - I have to go through this huge lummox called 'Thunderkiss'. But then again, I've never been one to make excuses for my short comings - Wyvern is a great wrestler, but we'll see how good he is come Heatwave. You see, once I'm done with Thunderkiss in the No.1 Contender match at Heatwave - there's no Jake Cheng to worry about. There's no Senator to magically insert himself into the title scene. There's no Thunderkiss to run his mouth all throughout the night. It's just you...and me. And if I'm not mistaken, the last time we met - not too long ago as a matter a fact - I made you tap out. Am I right? Let's take a look at the footage.

The cameras pan over to the obscenely expensive Alphatron where immediately we are brought to the June 14th 2007 episode of Thursday Night Meltdown in the last moments of Wyvern versus 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."

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

We return back to BK in the ring, who has a big smile over his face.

BK: Oh Wyvern, history will repeat itself come Heatwave, but in order to do that I'll have to beat Thunderkiss. But lucky for you, you get a preview tonight in the main event - see you there.

"Stronger" by Kanye West sounds through the arena as BK drops the mic and heads up the ramp. He seems to have gotten everything off his chest, but can he keep his promises with Heatwave approaching? Only time can tell.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: Psychological Warfare (Credit: FSX)

Somewhere in this universe, everything is at peace. Everyone works together in order to provide for their world, and help everything run smoother. Assisting the weak, aiding the poor, and generally making sure that everyone has an equal opportunity upon birth, and are regarded as equals immediately. It truly is a paradise, unseen by human eyes. Why is it not seen by human eyes? Because this paradise appears as the exact opposite to the current condition of Earth. In our world, rather then everyone working together in order to live in paradise, and find a solution for the planet's disease and famine, we instead cause more. Instead of assisting the poor, there are many who ignore their cries for help, and continue on their business. Rather then strive to achieve peace, we strive to achieve utter control and power. We use war and destruction, deceit and hatred, simply putting up an act of positive ideals and good morals to get what we truly desire. For some reason, the planet of earth has a lust for competition and power, rather then peace and prosperity. But why?

It is likely a question many find asking themselves on a cold winter night, or a hot summer day, as they ponder the reasoning behind their own hate and greed. What led them to their current financial situation, or general feud with another. They will not find answers, though, as they simply want to manifest a reason for their misfortune. Something to blame for the mistakes they've made, rather then taking the blame themselves. Pointing fingers and defining their personality of the hate that breeds within them. If they only could realize that we all are naturally flawed, and only manage to grow more incompetent and inept with time as battles rage on across this earth. The few that realize these subtle problems are always filled with sadness and regret, that they do not have the power to change the world, despite their strongest efforts...but there is always an individual who believes he has the power to change the immediate world around him, and that is where this story truly begins.

A war has been raging on within the depths of Alpha Championship Wrestling in recent memory, and it grows stronger with each passing moment, as hatred emanates off of two individuals. This feud has no initial base to it, aside from the fact that a man simply wanted to claim himself as an superior to another, dubbing a letter in his name. Unfortunately, the man who he had spoke such ill words off was not about to sit and allow this man the satisfaction of his silence. He instead made a statement of his own, in order to counter the one made of this initial villain. It was a pacifist's reply at once, as the words that were said may of been filled with irony and sarcasm, but they remained peaceful in context. It wasn't until they were taken as an assault that things got out of hand, and anger boiled within the other man's heart, causing him to attack without thought. The man who attacked is named Matt Irvine, and he is truly a troubled soul. Matt, you see, is in the process of a divorce he may very well be unsure of himself, and his emotions have no control. The man that Matt attacked had little choice but to defend himself as the man lunged toward him, nailing a move by the name of the 'Soul Transfer' on him, before leaving the ring of war. This man simply goes by the name of Fallen Souls, or FSX for short. He hadn't intended on laying any physical harm on Mr. Irvine that day, but he believed he had no choice.

We always have a choice, however.. As he left that day, he cursed obscenities under his breath and suddenly countered Matt's claim, believing that this man who had insulted him was simply a foot note in his path, and shrugged him off as such. If he hadn't, the tale may of ended with this incident, and the two men may of been able to simply continue on with their lives. Unfortunately, it led to Matt Irvine feeling the need to retaliate once again, speaking silently to himself as he contradicted his earlier words, and assaulted the legacy of this FSX. He declared the man had been given everything on a silver platter, and didn't have to work for anything in his life. That he failed at every turn, and was truly less of a man for it. That Fallen Souls had begun this entire debacle with his retaliation, and playing it off as if he had done nothing at all. This, unfortunately, enraged Fallen Souls to a point of perhaps losing his sanity, as when the word got around to him of Matt Irvine's comments, he seemingly lost control. This, is what occurred that fateful day when he learned of his adversaries remarks....

Fallen was seen pacing through the backstage area late Thursday afternoon, looking quite unkempt and distraught as he was visibly fuming and cursing silently. He appeared to be quite disgruntled, which may just be why his fellow Senatorial Stable members had left him alone on this fateful day for the time being, perhaps fearing the repercussions for attempting to assist him through his current emotional state. He continued pacing for awhile, before coming to a stop as he heard footsteps in the distance, turning to see that roaming ACW interviewer Kevin Anderson was in the distance. FSX and Kevin do not have the best of history, you must understand, as it is filled with bizarre occurrences with breakfast cereal, and a brief time the interviewer became a cannibal due to insanity. Quite amusing in retrospect, but it didn't assist Fallen on this evening. Usually, the interviewer would simply run off and hide in his special place, as he wants nothing to do with Fallen, but on this occasion he was sent to find him. For what is yet to be discovered, but Kevin looked quite upset and paranoid as he slowly approached the frustrated wrestler.

Kevin: Uh…Fallen...Could I have a word with yo--

Anderson froze as a FSX suddenly stared over to him, his eyes particularly dark and piercing as he glared. Perhaps Kevin was suffering from flashbacks of more unfortunate times, as he began to tear up and sob silently, taking a step back as Fallen approached him. FSX likely could of struck him, of intimidated him further, had he not needed the Interviewer for something.

FSX: You have great timing I must say, Kevin... I just happen to need you for something.

Kevin: Yo...you need ME? For what, though?

It was perhaps not the best idea for Mr. Anderson to ask this question, however, as it led to a small smirk escaping on Fallen's face, as he suddenly reached out and grabbed the scruff of the Interviewer's shirt. Kevin cried out and flailed for a moment, before slapped upside the head by Fallen, and coming to a shocked silence.

Kevin: You...you hit me!!

FSX: Your noisy. I just wanted you to shut the hell up, and it's fun to hit you.

There was a brief pause, as Fallen released his hold on the man, and dusted him off a bit.

FSX: I'm sorry, I suppose. I wouldn't be if I didn't have something for you to do, though.

Kevin: It's fine, I guess... But if I'm doing something for you, I need you to do something for me.

FSX: Which is...?

Kevin: The entourage sent me to get a reply on the things XS3 said and--

With that, the raw fury and adrenaline suddenly returned to Fallen's demeanor, as he suddenly turned and swung violently at the wall, cracking the shoddy workmanship with the blow. Kevin's eyes notably widened at this, as he cowered down once again well FSX let out his anger.

FSX: Well, good timing! That's exactly what I fucking needed you for!!

Kevin: Oh...? Lucky me then!

FSX: Shut the fuck up and listen, alright?!

Kevin can only nod, before Fallen begins to pace again and continues.

FSX: I hardly know where to start when it comes to that man now, as on Monday he basically took any respect I had for him and shit on it with his comments.

Kevin: But why..? Most of them were true.

FSX: WHICH were true?! None of them! They were all just conjured lies from a man desperate for attention!! He spoke of me thinking of him as a simple step in my legacy, and it's TRUE!!

Kevin: Well, isn't that just kind of egotistical..?

Fallen immediately stops his pacing at Kevin's comment, and glares over at him once again, until he…well...shuts the hell up.

FSX: What am I supposed to say? That he's better then me? That I have no chance of victory against the likes of his skill?! I'm NEVER going to expect that I'm less a man then someone until I've met them in the ring, but I NEVER said that he wasn't an incredibly talented performer. Did you hear me say that?! Because apparently he did!

Kevin: Well...yeah...but...

FSX: And what's with this talk that I'm less a man then him because he happens to be a 'truthful' individual. I'M the generic babyface?!? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I don't go out there and beg to be cheered, I am because they enjoy my performance, and happen to like what I do. So I have fun. Is there a fucking law saying I'm not allowed to be myself because 'Serious' people have to be assholes? If he has to be a whiny little bitch and have everyone hate him to make himself feel good, that's HIS problem. Not mine.

Kevin: I suppose…but...

Kevin's cut off again, however, as should really be expected at this point.

FSX: Also, why is it he accuses me of NEEDING a letter to be the person I am? If I remember correctly, HE was the one who was desperately trying to cling to the identity of 'The True X'. He's been calling himself 'X' in ACW for well over a year now, and I haven't had a single problem with it. Not one. It wasn't until he started to degrade me and taunt me over his superiority that I decided I have to beat some sense into him!!

Kevin: Ok! Ok!! Just let me say one thing!

Fallen looks visibly irritated at being stopped, before simply nodding in reply and beginning to pace again, cursing silently. Kevin can only smile at the rare opportunity to actually speak his mind, and notably takes a step back before speaking.

Kevin: Why are you so angry over all of this? It's not like you to get so distraught over what someone says.

Perhaps he should of taken a few more steps back, as FSX suddenly runs over to him and hits a Lariat of Respect, as it has always seemed to work for his associate Scott Andrews to beat some sense into idiots. Kevin flips back and lands in a bundle on the concrete floor as he clutches his head and neck, a small pool of blood forming under him as Fallen can only laugh to himself.

FSX: You want to know WHY I'm so angry? He said I haven't earned anything in my life, and everything was given to me. That's just a load of bullshit. I grew up in a fucking orphanage after my parents died in a car accident, and I had to fight for survival even there. I had to protect my brother, deal with pedophile preachers, and kick a nuns ass to eat. But no, everything was just GIVEN to me?! He doesn't even know me! Even in ACW I worked my ass off for everything I had. What, I didn't deserve to be International Champion? It may of been a short reign, but I still worked months to earn that shot! I didn't deserve to fight for the world title? I got my ass handed to be for an hour to earn that match!! Just because I didn't win doesn't mean I didn't deserve it! I lost to the best in the business at the time, and I have absolutely NO regrets!

Fallen walks over to Kevin's twitching form after says this and looks down at him, tapping him on the face as he grinned.

FSX: If Matt truly wants to be the 'Big Man' in all of this, and fight me at Heatwave, then you tell him that I'd be all too happy too. I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget about respect, until he cries for mercy. I look forward to it, really...It's been awhile since I've had blood lust.

It almost looks as if Kevin gives a nod before Fallen laughs to himself and walks off, clearly quite a bit happier and generally in a better mood now that he got that off his chest, and he got to knock out Kevin Anderson. But still, even as he leaves happy, you must wonder how long the emotion will last. Fallen appears to be a time bomb at this point in regards to Matt Irvine, and it doesn't appear it will take much to set him off. Will this all end well for FSX? Or will Matt prove that he was right all along? And just what kind of match will the two compete in? The answers are in the distance, and it's only a matter of time before we get them...but really..

Can you believe this all began over a simple letter...?

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Wrong Turn” Credit: Dan White, XS3, Zero & T-Kiss

12:32 A.M. - Last Tuesday Morning

[Its past midnight and the party has been delayed - thanks to Ricky Falcon. Instead of setting the town on fire like they usually do, The Entourage is here, at what should be dubbed “ACW Hospital” attending to their fallen comrade Zero. Outside, Anna Sommers sits, refusing to come inside a place like this. Who can blame her, for we all feel this way, especially Dan.]

Dan White: I’ve always hated hospitals.

[XS3 & TK nod as they continue down the hallway, finally stopping outside Zero’s room. They hesitantly enter, afraid at what they might see. As XS3 and Thunderkiss look down upon Zero, part of them can’t feel responsible for this. They thought he’d manage on his own, but Falcon proved to be the better man. Undoubtedly, Zero wouldn’t have wanted their help, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment. If they could redo the night, the entire Entourage would have been down at the ring to ensure Zero’s victory ... or at least make sure he didn’t end up like this. With true sorrow in his heart, TK can only look down upon his friend and stupidity state the obvious.]

Thunderkiss: And you thought WE looked bad! Zero .... oh man.

Zero: Oh why thank you, ass hole. [/color]

[Dan hides behind Thunderkiss, restraining himself from laughing a bit while Kiss bites his cheek and XS3 looks disgusted.]

Zero: Why! Thanks for asking! I’m feeling just fine and dandy! Its nothing guys! Just a few stitches. [/color]

XS3: "...a few?"[/b]

[XS3 tries to hold back his shock as he examines the twenty plus stitches in Zero’s head.]

Dan White: Christ....you ain't seen them, Zero?

Zero: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Big deal! So are we leaving now? [/color]

Thunderkiss: Leaving? Are you kidding. You are staying right here. Dude, you’re gashed from head to toe.

Zero: I said I’m fine .. seriously. Just a few scratches. [/color]

Dan White: Howez Zero, lie back down, you're not ready to come back yet

Zero: *agitated*: I SAID NO! [/color]

XS3: "Well, the least you could do is allow us to assist you. What can we do for you?"[/b]

Zero: Just get me my clothes! I swear, you guys are acting like my parents! I'm not a kid anymore! Treat me with some respect .. I know if I'm good to go or not! So don't ask me how I'm doing or if I need help ... ANYMORE! [/color]

Thunderkiss: Zero... EASY!

[TK puts his palm up to calm down Zero and it works. With a little effort, Zero pulls himself up into a sitting position and continues to ignore the feelings of the rest of the group. Like a stubborn mule, he begins to dress himself, not giving any concern about his condition. XS3 looks over at TK and then at White, each man now deciding its best to just let him do what he will, damned the consequences. Within minutes, Zero is fully dressed and ready to hit the town.]

Zero: So… Where are we going?! [/color]

Thunderkiss: Clancy’s

Zero: OHHHH My favorite! [/color]

[Zero stumbles out the door, almost tripping over himself due to the meds. White shakes his head in disbelief while TK grabs Irvine by his arm and whispers into his ear...]

Thunderkiss *whipsering*: Stay close to him X. He’s not going to last long.

[XS3 whispers back.]

XS3 "No prob."[/b]

[Its been a rough night for everyone, but the Entourage is finally back together - heading out to do what they do best, and that’s party. Seconds later, a doctor enters the room clipboard in hand.]

Doctor: Well Mr. Zero, it appears -

[He looks up but sees but sees no patient. Curiously, he scans around to see nothing but emptiness.]

Doctor: I swear, I am NOT working any more Monday or Thursday nights.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Proving Grounds
(Credit: Freeman, Senator)

As the show returns, Jason Freeman and the Capitalists are seen standing in front of Senator Steve Phillips’s desk in the Senatorial Office, with the International Title sitting in a prominent place on the Senator’s desk, at which he is sitting.

The Senator: Thanks for cleaning that up, guys, I think Jason has something he would like to say here, so you can both go along.

Kalb: Yeah, sure, Boss.

Fitsharris: Hey, is he in trouble?

Senator: No, now if you would take care not to slam the door shut, I would appreciat…

SLAM! The Capitalists exit the room, as Phillips shakes his head, sniffing in unsurprised annoyance.

Freeman: So, yeah, I wanted to ask you a favor. And no, it's not that I want to accompany you at ringside anymore, you don’t want me there, and I think I can prove myself another way, anyway.

Senator: How so, Mr. Freeman?

Freeman: Simple, see that shiny gold thing on your desk? It used to belong to me, and I’d like it to belong to me again!

Senator: A title shot, eh?

Freeman: Yes, exactly that. I want to win my International Title back. Look, I held that belt longer than, I dunno, anyone over the last year, at least, and I think that if you think I’m not good enough anymore, I can show that I’ve improved, that I’ve turned over a new leaf, that my state of mind is good again…

Senator: Interesting proposal.

Freeman: So, what’re you thinking? I think it’d be a great idea!

Senator: Well, in any case, the belt would remain in the Stable. Or so I would hope. See, I never suspected your talent, you have talent in spades. I never questioned your ability to win a match, you have earned many hard fought victories already in your stay here in ACW. What I have instead pondered, has been your long term commitment to your career in the wrestling industry, and more pointedly, to the Senatorial Stable. I know you have been questioning the value of the Stable to your progress. I also get the hint that you wonder just how much that the Stable values your own role.

Freeman: Look, I got no problems now, just got a bit down on myself there, wasn't really thinking straight, you can understand.

Senator: To a degree, yes, I do remember what it was like to still be establishing your foothold, and how it felt to slip up in doing so. Here goes, I feel that you are still withholding something here, but I will be generous, nevertheless, and give you your title shot, regardless. Just remember, any funny tricks, and I promise, you will live to regret it…

Freeman: Nothing but the spirit of competition here, and I can’t wait to face you in the ring. That belt’s gonna be mine once again!

Senator: Hey, there you go, that is the sort of thing I have wanted to hear you say for a month or so now! Such a shame, however, that I am going to have to quash this certain dream…I will send the appropriate paperwork to Ginger, and we will have this match, though. May you have the best of luck, short of beating me, that is.

Freeman: Oh, I know, good match, win or lose, I’m all for that.

Phillips and Freeman shake hands, and Jason Freeman exits the Senatorial Office, leaving the Senator behind, a smiling, but inwardly wary look on his face as the former International Champion leaves the room.

Fade Out

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: First Match Heeby Jeevies
Credit: DiaVolo

DiaVolo is in his locker room stretching and getting ready for his first match ever in ACW when a man walks in with cameras and a mic. It turns out to be Chip Chipster from ESPN “The OCHO”.

CC: That’s right ladies and gentlemen, we here at “The OCHO” were so impressed by our sit down with DiaVolo we have decided to keep with him for now and see how things go. First DiaVolo, how do you feel just moments away from your first match here at ACW against the man you took down last week, Sylvan “Pay Day” Mint?

DiaVolo: Well you know Chip; I got that feeling in my stomach that you get before a big game. That feeling like you know that no matter what any one else thinks, this is the biggest thing in your entire life. I go out there today and one of two things will happen; one, I lose this match and everybody starts doubting me and if I should be here or two, I win, prove I belong, and get started on my career in ACW. I’d rather have the latter.

CC: Is there anything your going to take out there with you to the ring tonight?

DiaVolo: Yeah, the fans. When I go out there tonight the fans will be with in every move I make and every time I will use the fans strength to get me back up.

CC: Isn’t that sweet. I’m being told that we have a fan e-mail that just came in. (Chip is handed a piece of paper) Dear DiaVolo, I’ve been watching you and following you for years now. “The Great Fighter of Evil”. You think you have fought evil? You haven’t seen evil like me. You want evil, I’ll show you evil. Signed, Your Long Lost Friend, I.

Everyone is silent while DiaVolo reads over the letter

CC: Um, sorry we didn’t read it before showing you. How do you feel? Will this affect your match tonight?.

DiaVolo: You know what? No, it won’t. Who ever wrote this is obviously EXTREMELY psychotic and I guess I’ll find out what he means soon. If he wants a problem, I will finish it. But I’m not going looking for him. (Looks at the camera) if you want some, you know where I am. Step to me like a man so at least I’ll have some respect for you.

He rips up the letter and walks out towards the ring.

CC: NOW THAT’S TELEVISION! This is Chip Chipster with LIVE coverage of DiaVolo on ESPN “The OCHO”!

The camera fades to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Sylvan "Pay Day" Mint vs DiaVolo (Credit: Diavolo)

We come back from commercial and Sylvan “Pay Day” Mint is already in the ring to the boos of the fans. He stares intently at the entrance ramp and tonight is set on getting pay back for the embarrassment he received last week.

The lights go off and strobe lights fill the arena.

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in

The music continues to play as DiaVolo burst onto the ramp. He runs down the ramp slapping hands with all the eager fans.

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.[/i]

He jumps up on the apron and grabs the top rope, flipping himself into the ring. He stares down Pay Day as he walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up as the fans cover him in cheers. Before he can get down Mint runs up and punches him in the back. The music cut off as Sylvan knocks him to the ground and starts viciously stomping him as the bell rings. DiaVolo starts to get to his feet but Sylvan throws him off the ropes and goes for a clothesline that DiaVolo ducks under and comes back off the rope with a diving shoulder block. He picks up Sylvan who gives him a nasty eye rake that sends DiaVolo stumbling into the corner. He runs at DiaVolo but he moves and Sylvan bounces off the turnbuckle. DiaVolo hooks his arm and lands a half nelson suplex. He quickly scurries up the turnbuckle and as Sylvan crawls to his feet DiaVolo jumps and connects with a missile drop kick. He gets to his feet and lets out a roar for the fans who roar right back at him. DiaVolo is feeling it now and when Pay day gets up he hits him with a fury of kicks and punches that send him over the top rope. DiaVolo runs and jump out of the ring and catches Mint in a hurricarana. He picks him up and throws him back in the ring. He picks up Mint and nails a leg hook belly to back suplex and then climbs the rope again. He faces the crowd and gets their approval as he flattens Sylvan with an imploding Seton bomb. He grabs a mic from the side.

DiaVolo: Ladies and Gentleman. I put his fate in your hands, let him be or, FINISH HIM!

He holds up a thumb up as the fan chants and finally he switches to thumbs down to the fans excitement. Mint tries to hit him from behind but DiaVolo grabs him hits the S.T.F.D (Sunset driver). He hold Mint there and hooks his knees on his shoulders as the fans count out the 1-2-3! His music blasts on the speakers and DiaVolo climbs out of the ring and starts hanging out with the fans. All the sudden his music goes off and a dark sounds come over like the piano from phantom of the opera. A dark voice is heard.

I am Irie
I know all about you DiaVolo
You think you can fight evil?
You think you can fight for the people?
That’s what your dad thought,
That’s what your dad was trying to do
When I wrestled him,
And KILLED HIM!

DiaVolos’ face goes back in shock as a big hulking figure appears on the entrance way (looks like big daddy V) wearing blacks pants and a long hooded robe. He starts walking toward the ring and DiaVolo runs at him. You can see the pain on DiaVolos’ face as he punches Irie as hard as he can but makes no head way. Irie picks him up above his head and throws him into the ring. He walks into the ring and picks DiaVolo by his throat with two hands. He chokes him for several seconds which drag like minutes before slamming him onto the mat. Smoke fills the arena and when it clears Irie is gone and DiaVolo is left in the middle of the ring. As he rests on all fours, the camera zooms in on a single tear running down the side of his cheek…

Fade to the break.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Let’s Go to the Lobby (Credit: Flamingo)

How do you control your temper? Do you count to ten or hold your breath? Do you close your eyes and go to your happy place in search of solace… or do you handle things the Adrian Flamingo way? The Adrian Flamingo method of controlling your temper was to simply not. You let go and react to what deserves to be reacted to, this way someone doesn’t get punished for something they didn’t do - which is what always happens if you use those “other” methods. Father has a hard day at work so he comes home and beats his kids. Sister is having a hard time in her classes so she reaches for the bottle to ease her nerves. Brother is getting teased at school so he yells obscenities at his mother. Yeah, Adrian Flamingo thought his way of dealing with things was healthier.
The people of California thought differently however, and after his “outburst” at Wal*Mart, decided to put the screws to him. However, like the great Ted Dibiase would say, money can fix everything… and Adrian had a lot of it. So, after a quick settlement for an undisclosed amount of cash, Adrian was given a very stern warning: one more instance like that and he’d have some bigger consequences to pay. Fortunately the media was kept out of this as much as possible, which they would’ve had a field day with. Adrian could see it now, “Wrestler Destroys Store while in Roid Rage”. Regardless of the fact that Adrian wasn’t all that buff at all. The media were swine.

Speaking of the media, Adrian had grown accustomed to spooking a certain Charlotte King. Whether it be unwelcome advances or losing his temper around her, it was fun to throw the little journalist off of her game. For she, like most of the other people currently employed by ACW, were condescending and self-righteous, and to them, Adrian was nothing but a child screaming for attention. Well, maybe that last part was true, but he wasn’t one to admit his own faults. Regardless, Mrs. King was really starting to be a game to him. Nothing sexual, he could assure you, but a game nonetheless. He didn’t want to hurt her, or get her in bed, or none of that other malarkey… he just enjoyed scaring her.

Unfortunately for Adrian, ACW management told him that after Monday’s outburst, he wasn’t allowed near Charlotte or his contract would be terminated. Oh well, there were other games to play, he was sure, and that’s what brought him to the movie theatre, and of course, he snuck a camera. Not to tape the movie and bootleg it online, but he’s always enjoyed a good promo… and a good movie… so why not combine the two? The movie was Hairspray, a delightful musical and twisted movie that was done by John Waters starring Ricki Lake had already been made, but he hoped it would do. Now the theatre only had a handful of people since the movie had been out for awhile, but these were diehard fans… the type that would sing along with the movie. Adrian grimaced as the crowd kicked into the opening number as he switched his camera on.

“Hello wrestling fans, I’m coming to you from Cinemas 8 to say that I hate remakes and I hate musicals. No, actually, I’m here to talk about Scott Andrews and the irrelevancy of the main event scene as usual. Do you find it funny that the two men challenging for the heavyweight title this month, aren’t classified as main-eventers? I do. I mean, there’s a whole list of guys that management and the fans would consider over these two guys. For example, Rattlesnake and Hunter… but what do these guys do? Nothing. In fact, I can’t tell you the last notable things those two guys have done to earn their keep here in ACW. Seems to me that they’re just around to collect a paycheck and smile, oh, and conveniently face each other at Heatwave rather than being outclassed by us “younger” stars again. I wonder how or why though? How can a man stay employed and in a top level of a company, when they aren’t doing much of anything at all? I wonder if the Senatorial Stable are friends with a man named Pat?”

Adrian giggled a little to himself as he was shushed by the people around him.

“You know though, that’s a trend I’ve noticed with a lot of the “stables” here in ACW… no one does anything! I swear, save a handful of people, this is a federation full of procrastinators and lazy bums! People walk around with this false sense of bravado and accomplishment like they’ve won the hearts of millions. Which brings me to my opponent… Hunter. A man whose family divorced him so that he wouldn’t have the same last name, or any, as them. So, Hunter, what exactly have you done to earn your keep here in ACW? You “rose” from the dead? That’s charming. Truly it is, but being a Kris Angel impersonator isn’t enough to garner my respect or cause me any fear at all. See, Hunter, some people in this company are intimidated by you. I don’t know why, though, because underneath that cool guy persona and your sarcasm that you stole from David Spade, you’re nothing more than another pretty face. Your tirades are boring, your shenanigans laughable, and your in-ring style? Heh, leaves much to be desired. In all honesty, Hunter, you’re just outclassed when it comes to your reputation of going “over the top”. Guys like myself and another guy here in ACW, well, we do it a bit harder, a bit faster, and a bit better than you. At first, I wondered why Scott Andrews - a man who could at least bring it in the ring - would pal around with you, but then I noticed that same void of energy… that everyone in your posse share. You all gather ‘round and have your cute little meetings so it seems you guys actually have plans and goals. It’s funny, Senatorial Stable, the only people around who seemingly care about what you do… are you.”

Once again, Adrian is interrupted but shushing and groaning by those around him, but he didn’t let it bother him. He was on a roll now.

“See, boys and girl, I represent a generation of wrestlers who are tired of people like you holding on to the crown like you rightfully own it, but currently, my beef is not with the bulk of you. It’s with only one of you at the moment, your sergeant-at-arms, Mr. Andrews. See, I also represent a little thing called freedom, which means I can do what I want, when I want, and face the correct level of consequences. Scotty doesn’t believe that though. Scotty believes that apparently everyone is subject to his brand of marshal law. Hit on a girl who doesn’t seem interested? Scott kicks your ass. Show your support for his opponent? Scott kicks your ass. Don’t separate your recyclables from the rest of your garbage? Scott kicks your ass. Talk during study hall? Scott kicks your ass. You know, I bet at this very second, Scott’s giving a 4th grader a Headshot for spelling February with one “r”. Everyone says that Adrian Flamingo has an ego, but I’d die if I had one like Scott Andrews! The man is so full of bravado and testosterone that I bet his testicles are just waiting to explode! Oh well, Scott, tonight, I show your little friend just how mean I can get. I know we haven’t gotten a chance to duke it out yet, Scotty, but consider this a preview of what will happen when I come after you… and where the power lies.”

Adrian giggles as he reaches down and shuts his camera off. Unfortunately, this was followed by an usher coming up and asking him to leave. Which, of course, led to Adrian saying no and shoving the usher. Which, of course, led to security entering the theatre and escorting Adrian out to the cheers of his fellow movie-goers.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: Dish ish where da power liesh! *hic!* (Credit: Anna, Dan White, XS3, Zero & T-Kiss)

1:30 A.M. - Tuesday Morning

Scene: A local bar… or wherever the hell the Entourage was going. Jay Zero opens the door in a rather violent manner and breathes in, inhaling the air of the environment that the Entourage have grown accustomed to. XS3 soon entered the facility, followed by Dan White, then Thunderkiss and Anna Sommers. Thunderkiss sighs as his eyes pretty much tell you that he just wants to get this night over with. XS3 looks at Jay for a brief second, almost forgetting that he's in pain, then turns to Dan.

XS3: My nights of heavy drinking are always followed a day later with regret and apology… Should be fun though.

Dan chuckles as the group suddenly turns to face one another. Anna pays no heed to Thunderkiss just yet.

Zero: All right guys, let's split up and go do our own thing then we'll meet back here later. [/b][/color]

XS3:Whoa, whoa, whoa, cowboy! You're in no shape to be doing any shenanigans.

Dan: X is right mate, you better take it easy. You might get into a fight.

Zero chuckles before pulling out a tiny capsule. The label reads “Pain killers”.

Zero: I don't think you needn't worry about a thing, guys. After all, I'm Jay Zero, dammit! [/b][/color]

Before anyone can protest or heed any warnings, Jay is off to mingle with the ladies. XS3 sighs before turning to the pool table. He shrugs his shoulders before heading over to the table, asking for a game. Thunderkiss sees Dan go up to the counter, ready to order drunks and get plastered for the hell of it. Thunderkiss turns to Anna, who finally looks at him.

Thunderkiss: So, you wanna… I dunno… go sit down at a table?

Anna doesn’t need to think twice; she's already heading off towards a table. She sits down and looks over at TK.

Anna: Well… hurry up. I don't have all day.

TK silently mutters under his breath and heads over to where Anna is seated, sitting opposite from her. Once everyone is in their comfortable spots, not even thirty minutes pass before Jay Zero is getting into some kind of trouble.

Zero: Hey there ladies! [/color]
[The table of very attractive girls all shoot a glance over at the beaten down Jay Zero who seems to be hopped up on too many pain killers. Once their eyes meet the site, they all become disgusted.]

Zero: Is it cold in here? Or is it just your nipples? A-heheheheheh….
[/color]

Brunette: ….What the hell happened to your face?!?!?

Zero: What d’ya mean? [/color]

[Jay runs his hands up his face, nearly forgetting about all the stitches and bruises.]

Zero: Oh…I’m a wrestler. [/color]

Blonde: Um, like, by the looks of it! You’re like….not a very good one I guess! Haha

[The girls join in with the laughter.]

Zero: Yeah? Well I’m sure mommy and daddy are real proud of their little Grade D trash bag lickin’ bimbo whore! Hehe, yeeaaah! [/color]

[The blonde looks really upset at Jay’s words and stands up, slapping the face of the former Entertainment Champion so hard that the pain starts to come back, sending Jay into mass amounts of discomfort.]

Zero: AHHHHHH! [/color]

Brunette: Like….what’s wrong with him?

[Jay pulls out his pills and starts popping 2 or 3 of them, trying to calm down.]

Zero: OH MAN, OH MAN, OH MAN! [/color]

Red Head: Can you like, go flip out somewhere else?

Zero: Can you go be a bitch somewhere else, I’m in---whoa….i’m..pain…help m----[/color]

[And just like that, Jay’s body goes numb and falls forward onto the table, scaring the girls before his lifeless body slides off and onto the floor.]

Blonde: Oh my gosh, like, what should we do?!

Red: Well…he’s not bothering us none…

Zero: I spy……little eye---pantiiiiiies! Hehehe---*cough cough cough* [/color]

[And with those final words, Jay’s clocked out, certainly for the count. About another hour seems to pass by without any real warning of doing so. Dan is seen almost drunk but not completely and a bevy of ladies surrounds him.]

Dan: …so… any of you ladies fancy a shag?

Before any could say yes, XS3 approaches Dan in a very urgent manner. Mind you, XS3 is surprisingly still sober.

XS3:Dan, you better come check this out.

Dan: But X…women!

XS3: Shagging will have to wait.

Dan sighs, almost frustrated, before handing the girls a business card and making the “call me” gesture. Dan is taken over to where XS3 is… looming over an unconscious Jay Zero.

Dan: What the hell! How long has he been here?!

Brunette: Um—I dunno!

Blonde: Like…probably an hour or so. I lost count!

Dan: Well how much did he have to bloody drink?!

XS3: Errh by the looks of it, none. But I did find an empty bottle of pain killers next to him. Come on, we gotta take him back to the hospital… Christ, the things we do for him…

Dan: I hear ya.

XS3 then grabs Zero by the legs whereas Dan takes Zero's arms. Together, the former Entertainment Champion is lifted and taken out the door. Dan and XS3 apparently forgot to tell TK and Anna where they were going… Speaking of whom, how are they doing…?

Thunderkiss: So, what made you change your mind?

Anna Sommers: About you?

Thunderkiss: Yeah....

Anna Sommers: What makes you think I did?

Thunderkiss: Well, for the first time since I’ve met you ... this is one of the few times you’ve actually acknowledged my existence.

Anna Sommers: Perhaps I just enjoy toying with men...

Thunderkiss: *silence*

Anna Sommers: ...or perhaps in some strange, twisted way ... I find you somewhat irresistible.

[Well, that was a start. Knowing he has his foot in the door, Thunderkiss starts going into his bag of tricks, pulling out everything he has. Some work, some don’t ... and some are utter fail, but every minute, he notices that Anna’s mood becomes more favorable towards him. Perhaps it’s the liquor speaking, since he does quickly notice that the girl can hold her own when it comes to drinking. Putting two and two together, TK keeps the drinks coming and she keeps making them disappear, warming up to him, finally to the point of flirtation.]

Anna Sommers: Are those arms the largest thing on your body or are you hiding something else?

Thunderkiss: !!

[Another hour passes and TK looks at his watch .. Its near 3 AM. If this thing was going to be sealed, now was the time. With a bit of hesitance, he finally drops the question and its make or break time...]

Thunderkiss: So, would you like head out with me?

Anna Sommers: I’d like that.

[And off they went. TK was so elated that he completely overlooked the fact that the rest of his friends were gone, but even if he didn’t, he’d probably not care anyway. The only thing that mattered to him at this very moment was the girl draped around his arm and the short road home.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: What Now? (Credit: Ricky Falcon)

The scene opens up in an ACW locker room. It is unknown who's it is until Glen Ripley appears on the screen sitting in a chair talking on his cell phone, and looks a little uneasy about whats being said on the other end. In the background the two body guards sit without expressions. The camera then focuses on Glen.

Glen: *Sigh* Yeah, alright I'll tell him about it. Yeah. Good-bye.

Glen folds the cell phone back and lets out another sigh before turning to the two body guards. He leans his elbow on the shoulder of the chair and puts his face in his palm. Just then the door opens and in limps Ricky Falcon. He has bandages all over his face and he has a black eye. Hes wearing a custom Falconite T-shirt over his ring attire. The Entertainment Title also is wrapped around his waist. He seems to be in a lot of pain with each step but is able to enter the room and close the door behind him.

Ricky: This is bullshit! I just got out of probably the most brutal match that my career will ever see! I've in a hospital for 2 days healing these injuries which as you can see, haven't healed for shit! And now I have a match later tonight? Glen, tell me I have some good news to hear.


Glen: Umm....well...

Ricky: I said, LET ME HEAR SOME GOOD NEWS!!!! I don't like where this is going.

Glen: Listen Ricky, I just got off the phone with Gingerdude and well, he told me he has an announcement for you.

Ricky: Regarding what?

Glen: Well, he didn't tell me that part, he just said, make sure Ricky has open ears after his match tonight.

Ricky: Great....just great. Gingerdude probably wants me to enter a cage of Gorillas and pin them all. Or maybe he wants me to try and jump out a plane and pin a cloud!

Glen: RICKY! Calm down....Now we need to not worry about that right now and focus on your match with Echo thats coming up soon.

Ricky: Your right, I gotta get ready and beat Echo. Then I can worry about that announcement. But man, I got to go. I'll talk to you guys later.

Glen: Alright, later man.

Ricky lets out a sigh then leaves the room, limping the whole way. The last thing the fans see is Glen pacing around the room before the camera fades.

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: An Interview With The Mastermind (Credit: Wyvern)

A pre-recorded segment goes over the Alphatron, interrupting the current flow of Meltdown insofar. It shows Wyvern, face straight up to the camera, in a darkened room, his Celtic runes more than a foot tall through the Alphatron’s view. He speaks, as his demeanor seems rather focused than usual.

Wyvern: ACW…you’ve given me all you’ve got. You’ve thrown the best of the best at me, I’ve yet to fall. Hell, you’ve thrown me at the same people time and time again, but the fact remains…I’m still standing.

Wyvern breathes in deep, cackling as he breathes out a little.

Wyvern: I’ve come to grips with why I haven’t been around so often as of late. My absenteeism was a direct manifestation of the hatred I have for this organization in general. I seethe when I wake up on the road, knowing I have to deal with the circus here. And what a shitty circus it is…

Taking a breath, it appears Wyvern’s got a few things to say.

Wyvern: Hell, this “circus” doesn’t entertain me much as it should. We’ve got a stable who just plain and simple talks and talks about their domination, yet their leader is the only one taking steps forward, and those are baby steps at that. Entourage is nothing more than a mere launching pad for the Neanderthal Thunderkiss.

A short pause, as Wyvern laughs.

Wyvern: Too bad XS3 and Jay Zero don’t realize it. They’re pawns for him to use at his disposal. In fact, any accomplishment that XS3 gets from now on, they’ll reference how he laid down for Thunderkiss at Seven Deadly Sins. Wow. Great job, that’s a resume builder there, XS3. I’m surprised Zero hasn’t flat out given Thunderkiss a full-out body massage, given the lack of individualism there amongst the cronies. But enough with the speculations about the one-way street that Entourage presents.

Wyvern chuckles again. Clearly, he’s extremely confident of his words at this moment.

Wyvern: The Senatorial Stable…wow, can we get any lamer? You guys are as useless as a democrat and a republican trying to find common ground. I’ve turned all of you away like nothing, and proved to myself once again why leaving your presence so rewarding. Hell, you have the biggest coward in the ACW, in Hunter…faking his death for a sympathy pop?! Kudos on that one…glad that revitalized your career.

Wyvern rolls his eyes.

Wyvern: Let’s not even get started with the rest of the ACW. From the curtain jerkers to the has beens, there is no one that is going to stand toe-to-toe with me. Or my alliance, for that matter. Starkweather, Kudo, and yes, Yoko, are all testament to our utter dominance. It’s been repeated time and time again, but I think it’s high time you all realize it. You’ve been living in complacency, and now finally the dark cloud has come for all of you. Come Heatwave, when I emerge victorious over my opponent, whether it’s one of those two inadequate competitors, no one…NO ONE will ever lay claim towards the title ever again.

Fade to Black.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Make it snappy, damn you! (Credit: Hitman)

In the hallways, XS3 is seen sitting on a crate, dressed in his ring attire and a Killswitch Engage t-shirt. He has much to handle on his plate in the past couple of weeks with Fallen Souls, concern for Jay Zero's health and safety and the issues with his wife. He sighs, taking a swig from his bottle of Sprite and enjoying this night off from wrestling. Just then, Charlotte King, one of ACW's two backstage interviewers, cautiously approaches XS3 with a microphone.

Charlotte: "Um, excuse me, XS3. I was wondering if I could get an interview with you."

For a couple of seconds, there is no response. XS3 then sighs, knowing that he has to go public about something, before taking one more swig of Sprite and putting the cap on the bottle. He sets it down on the crate and hops off of it, standing at his full vertical base.

XS3: "Okay, but I don't have all day."

Charlotte nods before motioning for the cameraman to inch closer towards her. Charlotte holds the microphone up to her mouth and goes forth with her first question.

Charlotte: "First of all, XS3, you certainly surprised a lot of the people backstage in ACW when you pinned The Senator on Monday. What are your thoughts on that victory?"

XS3: "My thoughts? The people in the back were actually surprised when I beat Senator? Please, I knew what the outcome of that match was going to be long before I even stepped into the ring with him. Senator's a broken down, feeble shell of his former self… much like my Heatwave opponent, Fallen Souls… and I took it upon myself to remind him of the cold truth. The only reason he remains in the spotlight is because of his inability to just say 'no'. He could've been a happy man right now, retired, doing government work and probably hitting on some ladies. But did he stay down? No, he had to come back and show the world that he's still got a lariat or two left in him. Newsflash: Don't trust politicians."

You can see the anger building within XS3's eyes. Something inside of him has truly made him change. Gone is the XS3 of old, the XS3 that would joke around and pander to the crowd. In his place is XS3, focused, intense and unable to tolerate the term 'nonsense'.

Charlotte: "Interesting, now then, how have you been preparing for your match with Fallen Souls?"

XS3: "Give me a break, the man comes out and says he deserves to remain the 'true X' then goes off and doesn't add any further justification to his claims. What the hell, indeed. Either FSX is a downright pussy or he's afraid to face the truth: the times of old eventually get washed away. Hell, it appeared that the Entourage was going to get back to normal. Jay Zero was going to regain his Entertainment title, I was going to beat Fallen Souls and Thunderkiss was going to gun for the ACW World title. We've been plagued with all these obstacles that have stopped us from completing our takeover of ACW. No one would stop us… Not the Senatorial Stable… Not those sideshow freaks… No one."

Charlotte nods then goes to take the mic back… but XS3 gently pulls it back towards him, like he has something more to add.

XS3: "Oh I'm not done yet. Fallen, I can see it now. You'll show up in front of a Japanese street. You'll raise your arms into an X and say 'You're not in my league.' That will be your response. But what is in your league? A league of Senatorial slimeballs? You people defile the name of 'wrestling'. And before you go off and call me cocky and arrogant, know this: I know I'm not the best. I'm not even the greatest in the world. But you know what, I admit that. I didn't need to drop down to the midcard in an attempt to think that I can beat three other wrestlers and it'll make me better than them. You don't have a trace of reserve in your body. You never have and you never will."

XS3 runs his hands through his hair, wanting to lash out and fight, much like these past few weeks. Charlotte is allowed to take the mic back and she asks her final question.

Charlotte: "Wow, that's deep… Okay, final question: Is there anything you want to say to Fallen Souls regarding your match?"

XS3: "As a matter of fact, yes I do."

XS3 then takes the mic out of Charlotte's hands and motions for her to leave. She gets the idea and walks off from view of the camera and XS3's eyes pierce the camera as well as a small portion of the audience.

XS3: "If you have any decency to show any interest in our match, I suggest you do it soon. If I find out that I've wasted my time with a coward full of false hype, then someone will pay. It won't matter who it'll be. Someone will pay. You better show your face at Heatwave, Fallen, or else the world will finally confirm its inner thoughts: you are nothing more than a parasite feeding off of the letter 'X'. And then, you will be an afterthought while I move onto bigger and better things. Cheers."

XS3 then holds out his hand and opens it, dropping the mic on the floor, before walking off from the camera's view. The audience is then left to wait for the next match or segment to take place as we…

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Echo vs. Ricky Falcon (Credit: Hunter)

It begins. Falcon instantly charges in with a running clothesline, which he nails perfectly. He knows that he does not have to defend his title in this match, but he sure as hell will pretend he does if it makes him any better. Alas, that's not the case, as Echo blocks a few knee strikes from Falcon and nails him with the Abisegiri (which is a bitch to remember how to write, for the record), instantly covering him, but garnering a mere two count. She lifts up the Entertainment Champion and goes at him with various palm and elbow strikes, which she follows up with by grounding him with an STO. She then grabs Falcon's legs, but the champ kicks her back, kips up, and begins an assault of knees and elbows. He then whips her into the ropes, and when she recoils back to him, he lifts her up and nails a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but it only gives him a two count.

The action goes back and forth for a little bit, until Echo begins quite a long streak of...well...beating Falcon up. It all began when Falcon attempted an implant DDT, as Echo pushed him back and hit her with her snap uranage. Instead of wasting time and covering him, Echo instantly locked in the Via Dolorosa, and kept it held for quite a long time...until Falcon miraculously reached the nearby ropes, forcing her to break the move. Falcon stumbled to his feet and Echo ran at him for the Perdition's Edge, but Falcon quickly ducked, lifted her up, and threw her over the top rope, collapsing directly afterwards. Considering her awkward landing, it is not at all surprising that it takes her all the way up to an eight count to finally get to her feet. She makes her way over to the apron and watches Falcon rise as well, and then jumps onto the top turnbuckle and nails him square in the head with a dropkick, which later gives her a solid two and a half count.

Towards the end of the match, Falcon finally was able to bust out his more powerful moves. After weakening Echo with various strikes and slams, he decided to use his beloved Pancake Driver, for which the fans cheer, and which gives him a mere two count. Echo attempted to recover with her Gleaming Magus, but Falcon once again lifts her up, and this time nails her with the Teardrop Suplex. Instead of covering (since he has seemed to realize that that does not always work), he lifts her up once again, and then nails her with the Falcon Buster. Still not completely content, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle and signals for the U.F.O. Just as he leaps off, Echo gets up and rushes towards the ropes, and when Falcon awkwardly lands on his legs, Echo charges at him for the Take 2 Nap...but Falcon ducks it, lifts her up, and nails an out-of-nowhere Falcon's Fury! The fans cheer loudly as he hooks her leg and gets his long awaited three count.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

As Ricky gets up from his hard fought match against Echo the music of Jonny Spade kicks in and Jonny appears on the stage in his street attire which is made up of jeans and a t-shirt. He has a mic in hand and he puts it to his mouth and begins to speak.

Jonny: Hey there Ricky boy. Congrats on your win tonight. There were times that it seemed that Echo had the edge over you but once again you were able to get the win.

Ricky looks on at Jonny not knowing what he’s getting at.

Jonny: Anyways, you know that special announcement that Gingerdude was suppose to tell you? He gave me the honours of being able to tell you what it was.

This had gotten his attention now and he pays attention to Jonny more closely.

Jonny: Well you see, everyone here knows that things are heating up between us and so does Gingerdude; that’s why he thought the best place to cool down and settle our differences would be at Heatwave.

The fans start to cheer as they know what to expect to be coming next. Ricky starts to look around the arena a little concerned now.

Jonny: That’s right buddy boy. At Heatwave, it will be you and I in a one on one match for your Entertainment Title!

The fans start to go berserk now. Ricky now grabs hold of his Entertainment Title and hugs it tightly. Just then Chef pops out from behind the curtain and walks onto the stage for another pop from the crowd, he stands side by side with Jonny and he grabs hold of the mic Jonny was using.

Chef: So Ricky if you can't stand the heat then get out of the kitchen.

Jonny’s music plays and both of them briefly pose for pictures as they then turn and leave to go backstage. Ricky then leaves the ring moments later to go backstage too.

OOC: Post match segment credited to Jonny Spade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: Mutuality? (Credit: XS3)

In the locker room of the Entourage, I sat down on the couch, proverbially licking my mental wounds and recovering from everything that I had to endure in recent memory. I had Fallen Souls on my plate for Heatwave. I was starting to lose track of how many times I heard everyone suggest "ULTIMATE X!" as grounds of settling our little feud. I sighed, allowing a small portion of my frustration to escape me. I had such a hard time organizing my thoughts lately that things were starting to spiral out of control in my life once more… just like it was when Kirsten died. Finally, someone had a cause to keep me busy because a knock on the door was just heard. I turned my head towards the door and spoke with an almost harsh tone.

XS3: "Come in, I'm a little busy."

The door did open… and there was Christine. I turned back to the ground and sighed once more; I was in no position to deal with her yet I couldn't help but listen.

Christine: "Matt… could I talk to you for a moment?"

I was ready to snap at her… Hell that would've been my expected reaction to her attempts. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it; I felt like that one thing she had to say could've made a difference in our already unstable relationship. I shrugged it off and leaned back on the couch.

XS3: "…sure, it's a free country."

Christine nodded and made her way over to the couch. She sat down next to me with a hint of weakness and delicacy. She looked me directly in my eyes and spoke with a saddened tone.

Christine: "Listen, before you attack me again, I just waned to let you know… I feel awful with making you feel like you had to respond to my sorrow by tapping out at Seven Deadly Sins. I know you didn't want to lose to Nick and every day, I feel a pang of guilt from this decision. You have every right to be mad at me…"

Something inside my heart gave me a stinging sensation inside. Was it a broken heart? Had her words truly pierced my core and made me want to reveal the truth, the truth of how I truly felt about her? I watched as she stood up from the couch.

Christine: "And that's all I've got to say."

Christine gave a sigh of sorrow once more before making her way towards the door. I managed to stop her by softly grabbing her wrist. She winced, not wanting to face the words I was about to tell her. I stood up from the couch and grabbed her hands, trying to make her feel at ease.

XS3: "I have had no regrets about joining the Entourage and no regrets of becoming a heel for the first time in my career. However, there is only one thing that I truly regret… and that is how I carelessly treated you after Seven Deadly Sins. I realize that what you have done is not entirely your fault and I, too, am part of the guilty party since I ignored you for the Entourage… But you cannot escort me in ACW anymore. If you suddenly reappeared to escort me in ACW, people will wonder about the whole heel thing. People are going to be like 'Oh you can't be a full-time heel with her holding you down.' …not that you were holding me down in the first place…"

Christine: "Oh Matt…"

Suddenly, she slowly approached me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Was she that glad to have me tell her the truth? Obviously, she must have enjoyed this state of euphoria since this was the most happiest she'd ever been in all of the months I've spent with her. We stood there for a good couple of seconds before we separated.

Christine: "Well, I guess I'll be going home now…"

XS3:"…yeah sure… I'll come home one day… honey."

She quietly smiled at me and waved one last goodbye before heading out the door, undetected by Thunderkiss or Jay Zero. So there we were, still husband and wife. We were anxious to just continue our lives like nothing ever happened. And in a way, I guess that's the way I would've wanted it. For now, I just sat back down on the couch and prepared for my mind for the shows to come.

Fade out.