Thursday Night Meltdown October 11th 2007

[BK London]

Segment: Five (Credit: Yoko / Stark / Orochi / Jade)

Orochi: Is this the place?

Yoko: Yeah.

As we fade in, Orochi and Yoko are seen walking into a locker room unannounced. Or, actually, Orochi is. Yoko is clinging to his back. Jade is following them.

Orochi: Down.

Yoko lets go and lands on the floor with a soft thud. She smiles largely at Jade.

??: Whats are you doing?

The room they barged into…It is Alexander Starkweather’s. He looks a bit annoyed.

Yoko: I wanted to introduce them to you and Flamingo, since we’re all partners? Where’s he at, anyway?

Stark: Partners? I don’t recall the time I let them join the stable. Refresh my memory.

Yoko: Well…you know…I thought since they’re my friends, they could-

Stark: Maybe we could have had a discussion about this if you hadn’t been too busy with your dates, hm? I’ve heard you’ve been associating with less than desirable sorts as well.

Yoko: Not by my choice! Alicia confronted me!

Jade: She can’t do anything about that kind of thing and you know it. If bitches are going to come up to her, they will. Unless they piss me off first.

He’s not listening to Jade. Stark sighs; the point has not been grasped by Yoko at all. He eyes Orochi very quickly, and then Jade. She doesn’t notice it. Orochi does. And Stark notices that he notices.

Stark: And what makes them Stable material? Ms. Amuro can’t even defeat Rena Matheson, and Mr…Orochi, I don’t think I know much about you.

Yoko: He beat Ridley once.

Orochi: Uhhh…I don’t even like stables, Yoko. Remember last time?

Stark: Fine. You’re in.

Orochi raises an eyebrow.

Stark: Both of you.

Yoko zips over and hugs Stark. He reluctantly lets her whilst holding his arms up at an awkward "I don't want to touch it" angle.

Stark: I don’t want to regret this decision. No more unwanted guests, and no more Mrs. Laureano.

Yoko nods in agreement. She finally receives one of his many hints for her to leave, and she does so, motioning for the others. She jumps at Orochi’s back but he steps aside.

Orochi: I’m not carrying you everywhere. Or her. Or both of you.

Yoko: Fine, fine.

Orochi: I can’t believe I’m in this mess again…We’re going to have a private conversation later.

Jade: Hmph.

Orochi: You’re included too.

Jade: …Hmph.

Stark frowns as the door closes. Too much unnecessary baggage for what so far has had very little payoff…It may be time to give up that project.

End Segment.

[BK London]

Segment: State of Mind Breeds Success (Credit: Andrew Williams)

As the door to Andrew Williams’ locker room opens Mr Kaito looks up to see who has entered. Seeing Andrew, wearing an ACW t-shirt over his ring attire, he shoots him a look of disappointment.

Andrew: Look, I know--

Mr Kaito’s look hardens and Williams pauses before restarting what he was saying.

Andrew: Sorry, shishou (meaning Teacher or Master in Japanese), I know I failed you out there--

Mr Kaito holds up a hand, silencing Williams.

Mr Kaito: Andrew you did not fail me…you failed yourself.

Andrew: I know, I know but I don’t know what he was doing there, it’s never happened before and I just--

Mr Kaito: I don’t want excuses. The loss of concentration is the fault of no-one but yourself. Do you remember nothing of my teachings? Did I not always tell you that you must detach yourself from yourself? Inside that ring you are a warrior, out of it you are a man. The only way you can be truly successful is to get yourself in the warrior’s mentality – nothing should get in the way of that.

Andrew: Yes, I know, and I am sorry. Next time I will ensure I do things right.

Mr Kaito: Good, now I must leave you to reflect on tonight’s events…and remember, blame externally channelled only causes as a distraction yet blame internal can be channelled into great things.

On that note Mr Kaito exits, leaving Andrew Williams in deep thought. He knows his mentor is right; he must try harder to detach himself when he is inside that ring. Just as he is mulling this over in his mind the door opens. Andrew Williams leaps to his feet, his face passive as he tries to control his emotions yet his eyes are ablaze once more. The camera pans around to reveal Francis Williams stood in the doorway, his bodyguards stood behind him. He instructs them to stay outside and enters the locker room, closing the door gently behind him. Andrew turns away from him, as if unable to look at him – years of suppressed rage finally bubbling to the surface. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, calming breath before addressing his father.

Andrew: What are you doing here?

Francis: Look, son, I feel bad about what happened last time and I need to make--

Andrew spins around, getting in his father’s face which shuts him up.

Andrew: No. You look. You have no right to be here. I don’t want to talk to you, didn’t the fact I ignored all of your calls tell you that?!

Francis: But--

Andrew: I’mnot finished. I don’t want to speak to you. So instead of respecting my wishes what do you do? You turn up during the middle of my match, destroying my victory just by being there. Weirdly enough, that’s all I wanted as a kid – for you to be there – but now it’s too late, I’m an adult and I can stand on my own two feet!

Francis: Oh really?! Is that why you need that washed up old man following you around everywhere? Face it--

Before Francis has time to finish Andrew punches him in the jaw, sending him flying into the table and tumbling to the floor. Like a shot the door flies open and Francis’ bodyguards charge into the room, pinning Andrew’s arms behind his back. Francis rises slowly, wiping away the blood trickling down his chin with a handkerchief.

Francis: Let him go.

The bodyguards shrug but release Andrew without questioning him. Francis wanders over to the freezer and pulls out an ice pack, pressing it against his already bruised and swollen jaw. He then opens a cabinet containing protein bars, shakes, vitamin supplements, etc, and looks down upon them in disgust.

Francis: You got any scotch? I need something to numb the pain.

Andrew: No, I don’t drink.

Francis: Shame.

Francis takes out a tumbler from another cupboard and removes a small, silver hipflask from his jacket pocket and empties the deep brown contents into the tumbler before knocking back the whole lot and emitting a sigh.

Francis: That’s the stuff.

Andrew looks shocked but says nothing.

Francis: Anyway, back to the matter in hand – us. Are we just going to never speak again?

Much of the evident rage within Andrew’s eyes has cooled as he chooses his words carefully.

Andrew: I’ll contact you when I’m ready. Not the other way around. The only way we can work things out is if it’s on my terms.

Francis nods, as if he understands what his son is going through.

Andrew: Oh, by the way…

Francis: Yes, son?

Andrew: Never disrespect Mr Kaito like that ever again…or I won’t stop at a single punch. He’s done everything for me, you could learn from him.

Francis makes his way over to the door, shadowed by his bodyguards. He looks back, weighing up whether to respond but decides against it, exiting instead. He shuts the door softly behind him, leaving Andrew Williams, once more, alone with his thoughts.

Fade to Black

[BK London]

Credit: Jay Zero

Segment: The G Word.

In a hallway backstage, we open up to find a young girl, probably in her twenties talks to Beth, one of the ladies in charge of the make up department. The two laugh as they converse, but then in the background, we see a familiar face become bigger and bigger as he walks closer. The light hits his golden belt around his waist and causes a glare in the camera for a second before Jay Zero walks up and pats the blonde beauty on the shoulder.

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She spins around, her hair flowing. Once she sees Jay, her eyes beam with joy as a big smile nearly engulfs her face. She hugs Jay. [/I][/center]

Stefanie: Hey!

Zero: Hey there, what’s this? [/color]

He points to the card hanging from a keychain that she is wearing around her neck.

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Stefanie: Oh, all the papers aren’t through yet so they gave me this backstage pass for now.

Zero: Oh really? So you’re not coming out tonight? [/color]

Stefanie: Unfortunately, no. Sorry.

Zero: Ah it’s okay. So how’s everybody treating you so far? [/color]

Stefanie: Really good! Everyone I’ve met is really nice—but, whose this Thunderkiss guy I’ve been warned about?

Zero: Oh—um…nobody really…that.. Just stay awa---I’ll…um..Yeaaaah. [/color]

Stefanie: Are you okay?

Zero: Yeaaaah, I’m just gonna say Thunderkiss is every man in every club that you’ve probably shot down before all combined into one, super male. [/color]

The look on her face is priceless right now as she trips over her own lips, looking for the words that are appropriate for this situation.

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Stefnaie: Uh….Ooh.

Zero: But don’t worry because he’s my best friend! Haha! [/color]

Once again, her eyes bug out.

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Zero: Don’t worry, I’m nothing like him. [/color]

Stefanie: Oh thank god.

Zero: Whoa there lil’ missy! Don’t use his name in vain! [/color]

Stefanie:…Whose?

Zero: The Big G! [/color]

Stefanie: Pardon?

Zero: The Father of Christ! God! [/color]

Stefanie then realizes the golden cross pendant he wears around his neck now.

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Stefanie: ….Oh, you’re religious, aren’t you?

Zero: Ehh, I wasn’t before. That is—until God started talking to me! [/color]

Stefanie: Wha—

Zero: But that doesn’t matter! Look, how about you just go around and introduce yourself to some more people, go say hello to Ginger, make some friends. I’m just heading back to my locker room and then I’m gonna get ready for my match tonight. [/color]

Stefanie: Okay.

Zero: Swing by my locker room after the show though. I’ll give you a ride if you need it. [/color]

Stefanie: Okay, sounds good. Good luck.

She gently smiles at Jay, who gives one back to her.

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Zero: Thanks Stef---but I’m not gonna be needing that tonight! Haha, bye! [/color]

Jay turns around and begins walking off towards the direction of the Entourage locker room. Stefanie then turns back around to Beth.

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Beth: What the hell is wrong with him tonight?

Stefanie: I—I don’t know. Something does seem different about him, doesn’t it?

The scene begins to fade out as the two look off at Jay while he walks away.

End

[BK London]

Segment: It’s Only Forever, Not Long at All
(Credit: Flamingo, Senator)

The time ticked by and he watched for him. Five minutes… nothing. Fifteen minutes… nothing. Fourty-five minutes… nothing. An hour and thirty minutes… nothing… but he still watched for him. He was patient, he never moved from his position. His blue eyes fixed on the entrance and the only time they moved away were when he blinked. His back supported by the large tree trunk and his legs dangled ten feet up from the branch he rested on. The son was hot and his black t-shirt and leather vest didn’t supply much cool, but he pushed that out of his mind. Nietzsche said that man could over-come everything if he had the will power to do it. Nietzsche also inspired Adolf Hitler to bring Germany out of the dung heap and form the scariest military the world has ever seen. Take that for what it’s worth.

Adrian Flamingo looked back down at his watch… two hours… nothing. Once again, he didn’t lose his patience. When he was a boy, his father was a very busy man. He spent hours alone in his office, researching and brainstorming, but if Adrian was patient, he could share a meal with his father or go on a car ride to help his dad clear his mind. He didn’t learn as much from his father as he did the hired help, but he did learn one thing - how to kill flies.

We’ve all had that extremely frustrating experience where a fly hovers all around us and, try as we might, you can never squash it. The fly was too quick and lived a panicked existence which always kept it on it’s toes. So, the trick was to hold your hands in a cup formation and wait. Sooner or later, the fly’s own curiosity will bring it to the cup and you simply clapped. The fly was caught off guard and now you need some hand sanitizer. The trick was patience… and it looked like the fly was coming to the bowl.

As Adrian grinned, a white stretch limo slowly crept into the ACW arena parking lot. Adrian grabbed the branch he sat on with his hands and dropped out of the tree, making sure to keep out of sight. As the limo came closer to the entrance of the arena, which was just to Adrian’s right, he began gazing inside the windshield. Two unfortunate looking fellows were up front, otherwise known as the Capitalists. The limo slowed to a stop and the fly stepped out. After saying some words to the driver that Adrian couldn’t quite make out, the fly proceeded to straighten his suit after retrieving his duffle bag. After a quick breath of fresh air, the fly walked towards the arena’s backstage entrance. Time to clap. Adrian stepped out from behind the tree and intercepted with a big smile on his face.

Adrian Flamingo: “Heya Champ!”

The Senator: What, excuse me...oh, you.

Adrian, still smiling, held up his hands non-threateningly.

Adrian Flamingo: “Whoa whoa whoa! You’ve got me all wrong, Senator. I just wanted to make sure I could congratulate you on yet ANOTHER amazing title defense. I swear, Senator, you make it seem so easy. The way you out-classed Jason Freeman with your far more superior style. Your movements are fluid, your transitions impeccable… you’re a wrestling god out there, man… I mean, Senator, sir.”

Senator: Congratulations? Sounds like a ploy to me. Last I remember, you were going off on how the Stable was obsolete, among other assorted insults. So, please forgive me if I take your words at less than base value. Just tell me what you want, and allow me to get to my business, time for someone as myself is at a premium, unlike such ruffians as yourself.

Adrian giggles a little, but suddenly gets in Senator’s face with the smile still on his face. Adrian kept his hands clasped together behind his back to tempt the Senator to strike.

Adrian Flamingo: “What do I want? To wipe away your confidence and ability. I want to knock you off of that pedestal of superiority that you’ve been resting on for too long now. Now I may’ve lost to Jake Cheng Monday night, but Jake isn’t in any way superior to me. In fact, other than my associates, the only person I could consider better than me in any way would be… you. You’ve had multiple title reigns… you lead your own posse… hell, you’re the fucking Senator. What am I to compare to you? I have no title reigns to my name… I’m seen as the low member of the totem pole in my stable… but where I lack in accomplishments, I have a list of men who are gone now because of me. Unlike the last man you faced who claims to break careers… when I get finished with someone, they stay gone. No one has heard from Wyvern since Emperor of the Ring.

The Senator almost seems to smile for a second at that statement, but the twitch on his face disappears as quickly as it emerged.

Adrian Flamingo: BK London is still gone and best yet, apparently I’m responsible for his wife leaving him. Hell, I didn’t even do anything to Jake Cheng and he’s gone. Same goes for Rattlesnake. The difference between them and you, though, is that they were below me… you, though. You? You took Yoko to the limit where others have been crushed by our Flower of Carnage. You’ve been a thorn in Starkweather’s side for a long time now as well. You’re my Everest. You’re the challenge. You’re an amazing technical wrestler who ties people into knots, I’m more known for my lucha background. So I always heard that a technical wrestler could best a flyer any day of the week, so what better way to debunk that myth than by fighting the best technical wrestler on the roster?”

Senator: Go right ahead, and give me your best shot. I figure it will be an intriguing tactical situation. Even better, it allows me a chance at cracking that smug, yet unsatisfied attitude of yours. Trust me, you want the key to success? Try enduring through career-threatening injuries, instead of inflicting them. Been there, done that, and if you shall excuse me, I will be off.

Adrian responded with the same smile he had held all along. After stepping back from the Senator, Adrian presented the door to him and bowed. Standing back up, Adrian kept his distance.

Adrian Flamingo: “Goodnight, sweet Senator. We’ll have to speak like this more often. Your cronies give me a headache. You have yourself a good heaping handful of fun out there. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Adrian turned his back to the Senator. Phillips wouldn’t go after him, Adrian thought, it wasn’t his style. He was more into the doing the right thing and settling problems in the ring thing. Besides, it wasn’t time to clap his hands yet. The fly was simply introduced to the bowl, he’ll have to get comfortable there for a little while before Adrian could clap his hands together.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment “Suddenly Seymour” Credit: T-Kiss

“Fast” Eddie Edison: I wouldn’t be far off in saying that tonight has been one of our most action packed nights in a while Max and I only can imagine things will continue to get better! What next on the agenda?

Maxwell McNally: According to our notes Eddie, we about ready to see the ACW debut of Seymour McFadden, head of the Citizen’s Lobbying Intelligently against Thunderkiss group.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh boy. Let me be the first I can appreciate their efforts, but not their methods!

Maxwell McNally: I think you just took the words out of a lot of people’s mouths Eddie.

Seymour McFadden: Greetings! Now some of you may who I am, but for those of you who do not my name is Seymour McFadden. Over the course of the past 2 weeks, the words of my cause have reached you via commercial time. I am now glad to announce here tonight that I have been welcomed into ACW with open arms so that I may continue my calling!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Pressured our Chairman is more like it!

[Not wanting to put fuel on an already out of control fire, Maxwell tries to halt his partner from saying anymore.]

Maxwell McNally: Eddie, shhh.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh come on Max, let’s not hide the truth here! This man launched a massive boycott against our sponsors until he got his way!

[Frustrated, McNally mutes the microphones and has a one on one discussion about the topic at hand. Back in the ring, Seymour continues to introduce himself to fandom, however, the masses seem none to thrilled with his arrival.]

Seymour McFadden: It pleases me to be here tonight so I may bring the good fight to ACW!

Random Fan: SHUT UP FATTY!

[The fan takes a beer bottle and chucks it at Seymour’s head, missing only by inches. Appalled at this behavior, Seymour clashes with the masses.]

Seymour McFadden: How ... how dare you! This is how you treat a man who not only wants to make the world a better place for you, but for your children as well! I have never seen so much ... FILTH! Damn you people! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!

[Seymour’s rant doesn’t help his cause and instead begins a full scale assault from the fans.]

Fans *chanting*: SHUT - THE - FUCK - UP! clap,clap ... clap,clap,clap SHUT - THE - FUCK - UP! clap,clap ... clap,clap,clap

[He plugs his ears but the loudness and tempo of the chant penetrates. Defiant, he looks upwards as if he was talking to a higher power.]

Seymour McFadden: I am swimming in a sea of sinners ... but I WILL remain strong. I am the light that will shine upon you and send you all back to hell!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Seymour McFadden: Thunderkiss, you are the cause of this! You are the head of the snake that needs to be severed! You are the festering boil on all things moral. You are the cockroach of society. You are the -

[Someone has finally heard enough. “God of Thunder” hits the sound system.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Ask and you shall receive McFadden!

Seymour McFadden: Turn that devil music off! Turn it off right now!

[McFadden’s last request gets drowned out by the thunderous ovation of the Kiss Army as they watch their King enter from behind the curtain. He comes stomping down to the ring in a no nonsense manner tonight and quickly plods right up the steps, into the ring and directly up to McFadden. Seymour back peddles into the far corner and TK keeps coming, eventually bumping chests with the head of C.L.I.T. McFadden’s face turns white if he had seen a ghost and his head whips around in a panic looking for an escape but there is none. The big man above him reaches down and quickly removes the microphone from Seymour’s hand just as if he had taken a rattle away from a baby. He places it into his own and the fun begins.]

Thunderkiss: YOU WANT THE THUNDER MAN ... YOU GOT HIM!

Crash_Lighnin: All hail the WORLDBREAKER! ITS THUNDER TIME!

[Thunderkiss reaches out and grabs Seymour by the neck and lifts him straight up off the canvas.]

Seymour McFadden *scared*: I.. I-I’ll sue!

Thunderkiss: Now let me tell YOU something McFatty! I have listened to your rants about me long enough! On your commercials it was all fair game, but when you come stepping into MY house to spew your nonsense - you’re on MY time brother!

Seymour McFadden: Let me go! Put me down right now you heathen!

Thunderkiss: Put you down? Not until I’m done with you, you tiny FAT man! About a week ago I see you decided to dig up some “dirt” on me via my old valet, Vivid. Well I don’t know how much you paid the gold digging bitch, but apparently it wasn’t enough for her to make a half decent attempt to cover up her lies! Truth be told, I never touched her. I know that may be hard to believe for many of you out there. Hell, even I have a hard time comprehending that one myself ... but that is the truth McFatty! And even if it wasn’t ... who gives a damn?! Only you do. Come to think of it, its practically a shame that I didn’t sodomize her .. at least then she would have been worth my time!

Seymour McFadden *screaming*: I WILL SEND YOU TO HELL! I WILL SEND YOU TO HELL!

Thunderkiss: Not before I send you there FIRST!

[And with that, Thunderkiss takes Seymour up even higher and uses both hands to put him into the Heaven’s Door. Though he certainly is a big chuck of a man, Thunderkiss holds him over his head with ease and continues to do so as he plots his next move. Determining a landing site for Seymour, he finally chooses the time keepers table. TK launches Seymour off his fingertips and watches on as the man who desires to be in the heavens live that moment for just a second .... before he falls back down to Earth, and more specifically, a wooden table.]

~!~CRACK~!~

Fans: YEAHHHHH!!

[The fans erupt and “God of Thunder” once again plays to add to the already heightened mood. Today Seymour brought his mission and ambitions to Alpha Championship Wrestling. Tonight he’ll walk away with shattered dreams and shattered bones - all thanks to the man named THUNDERKISS!]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 4: Thunderkiss vs Jon Taylor (Credit: Jason Freeman)

The match starts, and Taylor looks pretty confident, considering it's his first match, and it's against Thunderkiss, who is obviously not somebody you want to fight your first time in an ACW ring. Taylor charges him, and TK doesn't block, probably as shocked as the crowd at the courage of his opponent. Taylor hits a few punches, before trying to lock TK in a headlock. TK shoves him out, and Taylor bounces off of the ropes, but as TK goes for a clothesline, Taylor ducks, and bounces off of the opposite ropes for an enzuigiri. He hits Thunderkiss, who doesn't go down, but then he hits a spinning neckbreaker, which does indeed take Thunderkiss to the ground. Taylor goes for the pin, but TK kicks out at one, and as Taylor charges in again, Thunderkiss hits a clothesline.

The next few minutes of the match, consisted of Thunderkiss showing his power advantage, as he hit many high impact moves, such as sidewalk slams, and scoop slams. He also made sure to punish the newcomer with stiff punches and stomps. Now, Taylor seems to be at TK's mercy, and TK lifts Taylor into a corner. TK hits a few punches, before dragging Taylor to the center of the ring, and lifting him over his head for the Heaven's Door. Taylor slips off however, and nails a german suplex, with a bridge! 1...2...Kick out! Taylor almost had TK down for the three! A groggy Taylor backs into the turnbuckle, a bit groggily, and as Thunderkiss comes forward to attack, he gets a boot to the face. Thunderkiss backs up, as Taylor jumps to the second rope, and jumps off with a crossbody! 1...2...Kick out!

Taylor's offense didn't last long. Thunderkiss took advantage once again, as Taylor tried to hit a DDT, but ended up shoved off, and bouncing back into a bearhug. Taylor seemed to be fading, but Thunderkiss, wanting to end things differently, rammed Taylor into the turnbuckle. As Taylor stood there, clutching his back, TK lifted him up and hit a fireman's carry gutbuster. Taylor hit the mat, and TK backed into the ropes, looking for his leg drop. Taylor rolled out of the way, and TK hit the ground! Taylor tried to get the groggy TK, in position for the Taylor bomb (Double underhook bomb), but before he could, TK grabbed him, and lifted him into the air, before tossing him up with the Heaven's Door! Taylor hit the ground hard...and Thunderkiss covered.
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Phillip: Here is your winner, Thunderkiss!

[BK London]

Segment: To Mega Therion (Credit: Echo)

I hadn’t planned on reading the letter.

It was ‘Chim’s, after all, and I try to be a pretty decent…whatever I was to him, and not go reading people’s mail without permission. And I didn’t have permission, so…I really wasn’t intending on it.

But he’d already been in and out of the locker room already while I was in my match, apparently, and he’d left some stuff behind (it included), so…

…yeah.

I swear it was an accident. I really meant to gather up everything and take it all back to him, it’s just that…well, my eyes just kind of wandered. Call it stress from the match, call it idle curiosity, I don’t know. Either way, before I knew it I’d started reading.

It was handwritten, in a flowing, elegant script with long loops to the f’s and j’s and what have you, and from what I could tell, seemed to have been written with a felt-tip pen instead of a ballpoint. Strange. There was a logo on the stationery, next to the signature, but I was starting at the top anyway.

Joachim:

While I cannot say I was expecting to hear from you, the surprise is not an unwelcome one. I trust things continue to go well with you and the charming Ms. LeBlanc, whom I still have not had the pleasure of meeting. Perhaps the two of you could visit sometime; I understand you’ve recently relocated to an area that would make such travel slightly more…convenient. (The shipping rates on this one, as you‘ll notice, were also substantially more lenient than in the past, heh).

“Charming”? I liked this guy already.

In regards to your first question, life continues to be, at the very least, interesting, albeit volatile once in a while. I somehow doubt, if my father were here to see me, he would approve of the type of academia the HFI deals in (the rather hands-on sort, if you will); nonetheless, I hope to be doing as much justice to my great-grandfather’s legacy as I can manage. The personnel staff’s attempts to replace the late Mr. Valdes came to fruitlessness, so two months ago I appointed Viola as the new headmistress, an action which bewildered her almost as much as the board. True to form, though, she has settled into the role nicely, despite her loud and frequently profane objections. I dare say you’d be impressed.

We recently had the fourth full four-year class graduate as well, with three more coming up after them. It looks as if our modest university, a full seven years after I procured its funding, is finally beginning to come into its own…

It went on like this for a few paragraphs, over which I skimmed, as personal stuff didn’t really mean anything to me. Spotting my name again, about halfway down the page, raised an eyebrow however, and I picked up reading normally.

Now, then. Regarding the experience you related with Ms. LeBlanc and her assailants: I personally think it would be more productive if I were to question her personally to garner some details about them, but in the absence of that, I can certainly attempt an educated guess or two based off what you’ve told me.

I paused here. There was a strange, warm sensation, not entirely unpleasant, swimming around somewhere in the pit of my stomach, and it actually took me a minute to realize I was feeling, for lack of a better term, warm and fuzzy. Joachim had written this guy, whoever he was, to ask about the Gray Man and his cohorts who’d waylaid me. He cared that much, and he’d lived up to his word, regardless of the way we tended to bicker. And that said a lot about our relationship.

“Warm and fuzzy” might not be so bad, I decided after a second of contemplating what he’d done for me. Somebody was getting lucky tonight, that was for sure.

From what you described, I would say you’re dealing with ‘warlocks’, most likely, and I am not referring to the DuQuette version. Given your descriptions of their actions, I would initially be inclined to agree with your diagnosis of Zionist extremism, but the use of blood for most ritual activities it’s normally used for (evocation, curses, unhallowing) is explicitly forbidden by the Tetragrammaton religions, and unless there are things about Ms. LeBlanc you’re not telling me (ha, ha) evocation is out of the question anyway. As such, given the taboo on both ‘sorcery’ and blood transmutation maintained by the Judeo-Christian-Islamic-Zoroastrian factions, I would say your adversaries are going to end up being the type of men who regrettably put my profession to shame. Their purpose in taking a sample of her blood, I would venture, stems from a grudge against either her or you (likely you. Have you been publishing scathing academic critiques in the Solomonic Journals again?) and a desire to invoke a ‘blood curse’ of some sort.

That paragraph might as well have been written in a foreign language. And “blood curse” sounded like a Uwe Boll production. One that wasn’t based off a video game, I mean.

If you could get any more information, please do try to call me or set up an appointment; this kind of thing is, even for someone like yourself, not something you want to rush into without a great deal of preparation. The people haranguing you and her sound like amateurs from the slipshod nature of their schemes, but I would caution you both against underestimating the deplorable luck of amateurs in conjunction with Murphy’s Law. As per your request, I have enclosed the unabridged edition of my book; the formulas and so forth are in full there if you’re going to attempt to decipher what it is they’re doing. Do try to keep it out of the wrong hands, please. As you well know, men like you and I have a responsibility to the laity that I don’t need to spell out, and in the possession of an incautious neophyte I dread to think of the possibilities. Do, however, attempt to come see me at some point, and bring her along so that we can formulate a plan of action. I have no doubt that, with the expertise of the Institute at our hands, we should be able to draw more than enough conclusions from her account of the experience.

Fais ce que tu veux,
L. M. Crowley, PhD
Executive Chancellor
Hellfire Institute of the Exalted Will

P.S. Viola has been asking about your, er, romantic status. I can only hope it’s out of altruistic desire for your happiness (she’d expressed some concern the last time the two of you saw each other, though that was admittedly a year ago) and not out of personal ambition, or else I might have to have you hexed, ha ha.

There were three things that stood out as particularly puzzling in this.

1. Joachim had friends. Seriously, what the hell?

2. There was no book with the letter. This was at least somewhat explainable; he must've taken it with him, probably to look up whatever he'd been after.

3. I had no idea what this man was talking about, but it very directly involved me and people who were a fairly clear threat to my well-being. While I appreciated ‘Chim acting as my middleman, if there were things I needed to know, I was going to damned well know them.

Fortunately, the logo and return address both bore the contact information of the Hellfire Institute (what a bizarre name for a school. This guy who was apparently in charge seemed nice enough, so I didn’t really get the diabolical connection), complete with phone number and an address in an upscale area of Martha’s Vineyard. The phone was in my hand before I finished reading the data.

It took three rings before a receptionist, rather impersonally cold-voiced with a hint of an Osaka accent, picked up. “Hellfire Institute of the Exalted Will, main office. How may I direct your call?”

“Hi there,” I said, glancing at the letter again. “My name’s Ayres LeBlanc; Doctor Crowley and I have recently been corresponding and I was wondering if I could set up a followup appointment at some point soon…”

End.

[BK London]

Segment (OTA): And It Seems So Clear... (Credit: Hunter)

He never did quite see the point of it, really. Perhaps earlier in his career it was exciting: sticking around, watching the matches, seeing what else is happening in his beloved fed. But as time has come and gone, he feels more and more like a true American: employed to a place that simply irritates him. But then he remembers how much pleasure it truly gives him, and instead begins to think of it as a marriage: you listen and observe the first few years, but then you zone out and just pray for sex. So now, when he does not have a match, and the only reason he would have to stick around would be to watch the other matches, he feels inclined to go home. Nobody questions it, really; many people have done this before. Hell, half the ACW roster is already out of the arena before the main event begins (or so he likes to think). There is nothing strange about it.

Click.

The only problem he has with his apartment anymore is the incredibly loud lock. No matter how quietly he attempts to open his door (in fear of waking his neighbors, of course), it never seems to work. He sighs, entering the apartment and quietly closing the door behind him, and then locking it loudly once again. He sighs, putting down his bags and taking off his coat. He hangs it up on the nearby coat rack and flips on the lights, and then picks up his bags once again and walks over to the living room. Upon first glance, nothing is wrong. However, before he can turn his complete attention to the small bar at his right, a bright coat of red catches his eye. He looks straight ahead at the wall, and instantly drops his bags. Something is wrong.

He rushes over to his left, his eyes constantly shifting in every direction, looking for any sign of life. Eventually, his charge leads him into his bed room. He crashes through the door, and then (as he will later admit) over-dramatically leaps over the bed to the other side of the room, throwing open his nearby shelf and instantly pulling out his gun. He takes a quick glance at the ammo, and finds that he only has one loaded bullet inside; his bullet. He curses silently, but thinks better of being melodramatic and rises once more, pointing his gun straight ahead. It takes him only a few moments to realize that his bed room is empty, and so he leaves it behind, reentering his house once again.

Every time he passes a room, he quickly sticks his head in, his gun leading the way. Yet every time he finds the room empty and undisturbed. By the time he reaches the last room, he barely even looks in, sensing a pattern emerging. He then reappears in his living room, and once satisfied with the emptiness, places the gun by the bar. He pours himself a drink and walks up to the wall, looking over it again. If anything, it will just be irritating to wash it off. He drinks from his cup slowly, looking over this mysterious message...and then it hits him. He knew he had heard it before, but he just wasn't sure where. But now his memory comes rushing back. He did not witness it being said, but he was told of the event. He loves these revelatory little moments, when it all makes sense. A few days from now, he will have quite a confrontation on his plate. But until then, only one question will be pounding in his head, its memory never perfectly faded from his wall:

Do I have it now?

End

[BK London]

Segment: The Seed (Credit: Latino/AK)

The scene cuts smoothly to the interior of Victor and Alicia Laureano's locker room. Inside, Alicia is finishing drying her hair after her post-match shower; Latino reclines across their well worn couch, half watching his wife and half staring into space...

...I know that we've been in this area before, pero Mami...I need to know....

"...What I wrote reflected real feelings, I admit it. But feelings is where it stops; there's been nothing else, Victor. I swear that on everything I hold dear."

"............."

"If you ask me who that passage referred to, I will tell you."

".......No."

"................"

"I don't want to know that. If I knew it then...then honestly I would be forced out of this building for assualt."

"...I'm so sorry, darling."

"I know. That's why I just want to forget any of this ever happened."

Anyone who has experienced a relationship beyond the first flush of wine and roses knows that there will be ups and downs to be negotiated. Latino has previously had to bear the responsibility for causing one of the most serious crevasses in their path, but that hasn't made it any easier for him to come to terms with the contents of his wife's innermost thoughts.

In a strange kind of way, Kiss' continuing attempts to render their union asunder have in fact been the catalyst forcing the pair of them to lay things out on the table and confront their suspicions and fears. Latino can't help but smile a little as he replays the look on TK's face at having his latest grand scheme derailed; if anything, revisiting the early days of their partnership has served to remind them of just what they stand to lose, and that's something neither of them wants.

He takes a moment to drink in the sight of Alicia combing her hair through with long, smooth strokes. The thought of another man enjoying that sight causes the green-eyed monster to stir, but he pushes those images away. He can tell as she leans on the table facing away from him that she is tense about something. The monster growls...

Latino: What's up, mami?

He stands up and comes to put her arm around her; she relaxes a little at his touch, and the monster skulks back into the depths, at least for now.

Alicia: Oh, it's nothing really important. I guess I'm just annoyed at losing to Eagles on Monday up in Owen Sound... damnit, no disrespect to Josh but I so could have beaten him if I'd been at my best. Bottom line is that I wasn't, and he capitalised like any decent wrestler should.

She huffs, folding her arms around her protectively. Latino looks at their reflection in the mirror.

Latino: ...This is about este pendoejo. Isn't it?

Alicia's brow creases for a fraction of a second. She nods, and for a moment she looks to be on the verge of tears, before a more aggressive emotion overrides it.

Alicia: He's seriously fucked in the head, if you'll pardon my French. It's creeping me out, Victor, I don't want that twisted bastard to know it, but the way he looks at me...

She bites her lip, anger and fear jostling for space on her features and in her voice.

Alicia: It is so bloody easy to be flippant about this kind of crap when you're not the one being made to feel filthy by it. It's like those people who say they consider suicide to be an act of cowardice and that they'd be different, 99% have no concept whatsoever of what it feels like to be that crushed and low, and women like me, who've known nothing but kindness and love and at least the pretence of respect from men, we see some fifth-rate "hard hitting drama" and we puff ourselves up and say, "I wouldn't be intimidated by a sad pervert like that"...

She shudders visibly.

Alicia: A man like Thunderkiss may be some women's idea of a turn-on, but he's my worst nightmare. I could be taking things out of proportion, but to my eyes he's a threat to every woman he meets, and I wish there was something we could do to neuter that threat.

Her fists are clenched as she stares fiercely at her own reflection.

Alicia: Auuughh, if only it was as simple as taking him down in the wrestling ring. Even that's not likely to do much good, he'd probably get off on the whole thing... eugh, that is not a good image, Alicia you idiot...

Latino instinctively massages his wife's shoulder. 95% of him is indignant at how TK has brought the woman he loves to such a predicament; an awkward 5% is wondering whether this is the best emotional performance Alicia has ever given. The 95% angrily kicks the 5% away; he is not, absolutely not, going down that route. Instead, he turns his thoughts to something which has been brewing away ever since Monday.

Latino: I know how tough this must be, but I think that I know of a way for us to deal with Thunderkiss. And not just to stop him from bothering us, either...

He leans down and whispers into her ear. Alicia listens, and her eyes widen.

Alicia: You're nuts. It would never work... would it?

Latino just produces one of his famous Hispanic grins in response. Alicia smiles too; the metaphorical devil on her shoulder rubs its hands with glee.

Alicia: Oh, this is bad, very bad... and simultaneously so very, very, good.

Latino: Yea. We'd better start planning this as soon as we get home, we'll only get one chance. But if it works. Thunderkiss will never be the same again.

The couple look more united than ever as they quietly converse; their shared plotting blocks out the small but insistent nagging doubt which is still rooted deep in Latino's mind. You can cut choking weeds right back to the quick, but unless you wipe out every last trace, they can come back to ruin your garden when you least expect it...

Fade.

[BK London]

OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Act 10 (cont.)" Credit: T-Kiss

Last Chapter Recap: The match has finally gotten underway and unfortunately for the Thunderman, things are not looking all that great. At first, Thunderkiss started off strong by predicting Magog’s patterns, but once Magog figured out what was going on he decided to break out totally new moves. This has caused TK to go completely off his training and the results have been disastrous. Moments ago, plan “B” has been placed into action and it involves the help of some very old friends. Will Magog be able to handle the entire Entourage? Time to find out!

...

..

.

Magog instantly downs White and Irvine like they were bowling pins. They bounce right up off the mat and Magog continues the battle, throwing strikes at each men that can only be deflected, and not returned. At this moment, XS3 comes the realization that this is what Cory had to endure over a month ago. His heart swells with pain and his mind explodes with rage at the thought of his son going through this brutality.

Matt Irvine: This is for Cory!

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Like father, like son! [/glow]

Irvine nails Magog with 2 huge right hands that the Champion has to shake off. Its not much, but it’s a start. Anything that can hold the beast off for a while is successful in the minds of all who watch. Meanwhile, White is still shaking off the clothesline as its apparent that its been a long time since he has been in the ring. His eyes shift over to Thunderkiss who is still struggling to get his legs moving again after the vicious knee to the back he received just moments ago.

Thunderkiss: Come on, dammit ... MOVE!

Magog is now ready to unload some offense onto XS3 and goes right through his defenses in order to do so! X puts the hands and arms up but it does no good as Magog’s knuckles shatter his bones with ease.

XS3: Ahhhhhhhhh!

Hearing the screams of his friend, White sucks it up and goes on the attack, blasting Magog down from behind! Magog stumbles down onto his knees but manages to rise up just as fast. As he does, he cranks his head back and nails White square in the face with a head butt, instantly breaking his nose. Covering his face in pain, White leaves himself wide open for attack and it doesn’t take Magog long to follow through. He winds up with a huge kick and almost punts White right out of the ring. Luckily for the Welsh Dragon, the ropes stop his momentum as they prevent gravity from making the situation far worse.

And then there is quiet. Magog stands in the middle of the ring and gazes upon the carnage around him in the same manner as an artist admiring his own painting.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Too easy...[/glow]

Thunderkiss: Sorry, I don’t hear any fat woman singing yet Magog!

Through sheer adrenaline and nothing else, Thunderkiss has managed to pull himself up so that he may continue the fight. His body may be old, but his spirit is anything but. Using a double axe handle, he manages to take Magog off his feet where he collides face first with the mat. He digs down. DEEP down. Using every bit of energy he has left in him, Thunderkiss continues to spike Magog the canvas in the hopes that he’ll bury him in a hole so deep he won’t be able to scale his way out. This wishful thinking is great for motivation, but in reality it is just that. Magog is not a man that will allow himself to be beat down let alone buried. TK feels resistance from underneath his foot as Magog begins to rise.

And just then, help arrives. XS3 rushes in and so does White, ignoring the pain thriving in their bodies; an almost impossibility at the moment. Together six boots crunch into Magog’s back. Will it make a difference?

XS3: Just like old times.

Thunderkiss: Not really because I can’t remember us getting our ass kicked this bad.

XS3: Good point.

The answer is no. He has had enough. He is not a lowly dog to be kicked in this manner and its time to reinforce that fact. Leaping to his feet, Magog shows all three men why he is undefeated as he easily takes the upper hand.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: TILT! [/glow]

Taking both XS3's and White’s heads, he smashes them into one another and a sickening crack echos throughout the arena. Both collapse leaving a horrified Thunderkiss left to fend for himself. He can only shoot forward with a punch that gets palmed by Magog. He begins to crush the Worldbreaker’s fist with both ease and pleasure.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: I believe you once said “they don’t make them like they used to”. As I feel your bones crush and splinter and I am in agreement. [/glow]

Thunderkiss: Argh!

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: THEY MAKE THEM BETTER![/glow]

He has only one shot and he takes it. Thunderkiss goes low. Say what you will about it not being a manly thing to do - when you’re a 55 year old man getting your hand ripped off by a monster, then you can talk. It’s been a while but Magog has finally been humbled. The proof comes in the form of a high pitched voice that blurts out the following.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: You che..ap s-on of a bi-tch! [/glow]

Thunderkiss: Guys NOW! Its our only shot!

A plan goes into action, one that was conceived and thought out days ago. Hearing the call, White and XS3 struggle to their feet and launch their final plan - plan “C”. Each man is broken, bloodied and bruised Thunderkiss grabs Magog with his free hand and attempts to pick him up over his head.

Rattlesnake: Is TK crazy? I doubt he could have lifted Magog up WITHOUT the band hand!

He’s crazy alright Snake. Relying on the palm portion of his broken hand, he silences the naysayers. And then reality sets in - Magog is in the .....

HEAVEN’S DOOR!

“Rapid” Rick Edison: Good God Almighty! Can you believe this Snake?!

Kiss looks over at XS3 and sees him nod. It is time. He launches Magog directly into a ...

SHADOWSTEP!

Magog’s body gets impaled by Irvines patented move and that just leaves White who is on standby for the final shot. Running like he hasn’t in years, he hits the ropes and comes back with something long forgotten ...

75MPH KICK!

Rattlesnake *laughing*: Oh man.

“Rapid” Rick Edison: What?

Rattlesnake: Its so great to see the Entourage TRIPLE FINISH again!

Magog is down and perhaps hell is about ready to freeze over because it doesn’t appear that he is getting up. The crowd goes crazy and all three men rush to him for the pin fall attempt! Together, all three men dog pile on top of him and Spade makes the count!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR... KICK OUT!!!

Magog charges his way out of the three man dog pile. He may have done the impossible and kicked out, but believe me, his demeanor has changed. There is a sense of urgency on his face for the first time in this match up and it can be seen a mile away. Not wanting anymore of this gang fight, Laureano goes into his own pre-match plans in an attempt to even the odds...

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: LAUREANO! [/glow]

And here he comes. A sigh can be heard coming from the Entourage as they all look at each other in disbelief at the kick out and now the revalation that Magog’s buddies will soon be joining in the fun. To TK, all hope is now lost and he feels completely helpless as he watches Magog’s eyes turn towards the isle. At first everything seems normal to Champion, but then he notices Laureano’s walk. Something about it seems off. There is no sense of urgency in his steps nor friendliness. It isn’t until he realizes what Laureano is carrying that he gets his confirmation that something is wrong.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: What’s going on? Where is - [/glow]

Laureano *interrupting*: As I told you, I don’t like cheap theatrics. Your friend won’t be joining you tonight.

Laureano takes a torn and ripped scarecrow mask and tosses it to Magog. It lands at his feet and the fuse on the ticking time bomb has just been ignited.

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: You fool! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! [/glow]

Laureano: Well you know what they say, finding good is help is so hard to find nowadays!

[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog *screaming*: LAUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOO!!!!! [/glow]

Laureano *smirking*: You want them finished? Finish them yourself. But when the dust clears, watch your back “champ” because I am done living in your shadow.

Laureano takes a few steps back from the ring and folds his arms. And just like that, Thunderkiss is back in business!

“Rapid” Rick Edison: What’s this? It appears that Laureano has just turned his back on Magog!

Thunderkiss: That a way, kid.

[END]

CAST OF CHARACTERS (Updated after each episode):

Chairman Matheson: Now the Chairman of ACW, Rena now controls the power.

Cory Irvine: XS3's son and new number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Fights Magog at Samhain 2033 and is seriously injured.

Dan White: Has spent years blaming TK for Zero’s death. Just recently he has decided to drop his decades old grudge against TK to help him in his fight against Magog.

Jake Cheng: Retired. Now runs a training school in Los Angeles.

Jonny Spade: Now ACW’s premier referee, Mr. Spade likes to keep the matches clean.

Laureano: The prodigal son of AK and Latino. Currently on the ACW roster and in Magog’s stable.

Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful.

Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. After his son is hospitalized by Magog, he joins TK’s reformed Entourage to seek revenge upon Magog.

Mr. Exotica: Former number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Crippled by Magog.

Princess London: Daughter of the Legendary BK London. Current ACW Woman’s Champion.

Rattlesnake: Has long retired and is now part of the announce team.

“Rapid” Rick Edison: Son of “Fast” Eddie Edison. Has followed in his fathers footsteps.

Thunderkiss - Now 55 is the focal point of our story. Has now come out of retirement to challenge the ACW World Champion after he put his Godson Cory in a coma.

The Senator: Now 73, the Senator is no longer a force in the wrestling ring but still remains a force on Capitol Hill. He has decided to aid Thunderkiss on his quest for victory.

Zero: Deceased. Met his end after getting loaded up with Thunderkiss and crashed his motorcycle.

[BK London]

Segment: Immaculate Return
Credit: DiaVolo

It has been an action pact show thus far on Meltdown and the fans are wondering if there is anyway for the show to get even better. After a short intermission they are all returning to their seats with food, drinks, and some much relieved bladders. The ACW music plays signaling the end of the commercials and the camera immediatly goes to the back to Mr. Reds lockerroom.

Red: I have something to tell you people so listen up. I-------

The his lockerroom goes pitch black. He stumbles over to the light switch and flips the switch only to find himself face to face with a cardboard cut out of himself but with tits. The fans laugh hysterically.

Red: HEY! WHOS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS! YOU THINK YOUR FUNNY.

He looks both ways out of his lockerroom but see's the hall is empty. He starts to storm towards the ring but shortly after exiting the lockerroom he slips and slides a good ten feet down the hall. He gets up and looks to see someone has put chocolate syrup outside his door and not only did he slip on it, but now Red looks like a lil whip cream can make him a good sunday!

Red: I SWEAR WHEN I FIND YOU THIS WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO!! Come to the ring right now!!!

Red comes out to the ring. He paces angrily back and forth waiting for the mystery prankster to come out. The Alphatron goes fuzzy and then starts to play a clip from Meltdown back in August.


Eddison: Well! Ross managed to pick up the win after that hard match even if he did use the ropes for leverage.

McNally: It was a poor win but a win nonetheless.

As Ross crawls off of Diavalo, music hits. However the music is not his. “Reds Fan” by Freekbass blares over the sound system. The crowd turns their attention to the stage and let out cheers of shock as Mr. Red walks out from backstage. Red stops at the top of the stage and points down to the ring with his trademark baseball bat. After a moment, he begins a jog to the ring. The crowd is still buzzing as they had no clues that he was even in the arena.

Red slides into the ring and stares down Ross. Lambert looks from Red to the bat and back at Red. Mr. Red grins and points to Diavalo. Ross grins and pats Red on the shoulder and turns to begin the double team on Diavalo.

Red quickly spins Ross back around and hits him in the gut with his baseball bat. He drops the bat off to the side and sets Ross up for his patented Drop of Red. Lambert slides out of it, races out of the ring, and hops the barrier into the crowd. As he backs toward the backstage area, he points to Red and screams at him.

Ross: Red, you jackass! This isn’t over!

Red climbs the turnbuckle and motions for Ross to bring his ass back to the ring. He climbs back down and slowly turns to see Diavalo sitting in the opposite corner of the ring. Mr. Red sees another opportunity and takes it. He races to the other side of the ring and baseball slides into the lower region of Diavalo.

Diavalo doubles over in pain. Red pulls him up and sets him up. He flips off the crowd then hits the Drop of Red to a chorus of boos.

Everyone is wondering why that just played especially Red but then....

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 Raven walks out as the fans start to stand and clap. The camera shows little kid and cute women with huge cmiles on their faces while the men toast their beers. As anticipation reaches its climax DiaVolo burst onto the ramp and slides through her legs. The fans EXPLODE with cheers and Red can't believe what his seeing.

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.

DiaVolo and Raven walk towards the rings saying hi and slapping hands with as many fans as possible before DiaVolo jumps on the turnbuckle and flips himself in. He holds the rope open for Raven to get in and grabs a mic.

DiaVolo: Well, Well, Well, Mr. Red! Old buddy of mine. It seems you don't like surprises. Just like I didn't like when you surprise attacked me and knocked me out of action! But its ok twat waffle, because I got my payback and I am ready to start taking over where I left off!

Red: You think a cardboard cut out and a little chocolate syrup is payback? Thats child shit! So let me help you pick up where you left off and put you BACk out of action! LEts have a match RIGHT NOW!

DiaVolo: WHOA WHOA WHOA PAL! I still have to wait till next Meltdown before I am cleared to wrestle. HOWEVER, you are right about one thing. That was child shit. Hilarious. But not real payback. Thats why I'm not done!

Raven has sneaked up behind and she now wraps a lasso around him. DiaVolo takes a white powder and blows it in Reds face blinding him! Red stumbles around DiaVolo grabs him and hits the Total Eclipse (Graps openents face and jumps up smashing his knee's into face) He then quickly takes Red and hits him with the S.T.F.D (Sunset Driver) as the fans are going out of control. He sees Red is knocked out on his stomach so he pulls his pants down leaving Red in the middle with his ass hanging out. DiaVolo and Raven make their way up the ramp and stop at the end to turn back to the fans and raise their arms in the air, letting all know they can sleep tight at night because the Immaculate Warrior has returned.

Fade to Commericial

[BK London]

Match 5: Starkweather vs Jay Zero – Champion vs Champion (Credit: BK London)

Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall...

And with that, the first member of our Champion vs Champion main event's music sounds through the entire arena. As "Unbroken" by Monster Magnet comes to life, the arena immediately breaks out into boos.

Phillip: Making his way first to the ring weighing in at 195lbs, from Portland, Maine, he is the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion, Jay Zero!

The Light Heavyweight Champion struts through the curtain with the belt in one hand and a can of hairspray in the other. He sprays his wild and crazy hair before throwing the can aside and makes his way up the steps and into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner of the ring before stepping up on the middle turnbuckle and holding his championship high in the air. But before he can continue with showing off his relatively new belt to the fans, he is interrupted thanks to Lamb of God's "Descending".

Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 215lbs, from Los Angeles, California, he is the ACW Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Starkweather!

The song begins in earnest, and Starkweather takes the stage wearing his smiley face mask before heading down to the ring amidst a sea of boos. He continues his way down the ramp with the ACW Heavyweight Champion firmly on his shoulder before making his way up the steps. He enters the ring and bothers not to hold his belt up to show to the crowd, rather he hands it over to the referee. Zero does the same and referee Joey Reynolds hands them over to the time keeper before signalling for the bell.

A brief staredown in the center of the ring between these two figures, finally, they engage in a collar elbow tie up. Starkweather wastes no time latching on a rear waistlock on his opponent. He attempts to take Zero down to the ground but the Light Heavyweight Champion manages to stand his ground, not budging at all. Zero frees himself, completing the standing switch, and locks in a rear waistlock of his own before rolling up the World Champion in a school boy. Zero has Starkweather stacked up but he manages to kick out right after two. The pair rise up again and this time Starkweather quickly takes Zero with with a deep armdrag before manuevering a armbar. Zero rolls his way free before making his way back up to his feet and kneeing the champion several times in his abdomen. Finally, Zero irish whips Starkweather into the ropes, looking for a quick hiptoss, but the World Champion holds onto the ropes. Zero charges full speed at him, hoping to connect with a clothesline, but is instead sent soaring over the top rope to the outside once Starkweather back body drops him over the top rope. Zero doesn't make quite a graceful landing as he would've hoped, but he isn't banged up too much and returns to his feet moments after. Starkweather now bounces off the ropes and looks to land a Baseball Slide but Zero manages to side step it.

Once Starkweather gets out of the ring, Zero kicks him in the abdomen and looks for a Snap Suplex but the former International Champion manages to block it. Starkweather now looks for a vertical suplex of his own, but Zero manages to float over him to a bit of support from the crowd. Starkweather turns around and the Light Heavyweight Champion sends him flying back first into the ring barricade with a Monkey Flip. To make matters worse, Starkweather drops right on his head following hitting the barricade back first and he doesn't seem to be moving out on the outside. Joey Reynolds rushes to the outside to check on the World Champion, but Zero blows right past him and picks up Starkweather before throwing him back inside the ring. Starkweather is beginning to come to, but Zero's attack is relentless - delivering lighting quick kicks to his back and neck. Finally, he picks up the World Champion and sets him up in the corner befoer whipping him across the ring. Zero races forward, looking to follow up with a clothesline but Starkweather manages to get his boot up in the nick of time. Zero stumbles and staggers backwards, holding his jaw and Starkweather races forward with and lands a huge Falling Pendulum Clothesline that turns the Light Heavyweight Champion inside out.

The camera quickly cuts to a split screen of backstage where Starkweather's newest stablemate seems to have enjoyed that last manuever Starkweather hit on Jay Zero while Thunderkiss has a complete opposite emotion. A look of worry grows on the face as he hopes that his compadre can last against the ACW Heavyweight Champion.

[BK London]

Starkweather, who's still feeling the effects of the Monkey Flip on the outside, holds his neck in a bit of pain but goes back on the offense while he has Zero down where he wants. He picks up Zero and grabs him in a Double Underhook before nearly tossing him halfway across the ring with a Double-Arm Suplex. He follows up with a cover, but it's only a two count to the dismay of the Jay Zero haters in attendance tonight. Starkweather rises up and continues stomping away at Jay Zero before pulling him to the corner and chokes him with the sole of his boot. Reynolds administers the five count, and it's broken on four by the ACW Heavyweight Champion. Starkweather doesn't gloat or play to the crowd at the moment, he continues to put the pain on Jay Zero by lifting him up on his shoulders and putting him in the tree of woe. Starkweather follows up with several more shots to Zero's abdomen before making his way onto the apron and ascending the turnbuckle up to the top. He stands perched on the top for a second before coming right down on Jay Zero with a double stomp to the chest and the crowd flinches at the sight of this dangerous manuever. Zero is left with one foot left hooked on the top turnbuckle while the other dangles above his seemingly lifeless body. Starkweather holds his knee a bit in pain, and one thinks he possibly jammed it but he wastes no time thinking about his knee and pulls Zero off the turnbuckle and to the center of the ring.

Another cover, but Jay Zero manages to shoot his arm up before the count of three and while the crowd is surprised at this, Starkweather seems a bit amused. Starkweather rises up from the mat and picks up Jay Zero himself. He lets Zero stand on his own, and watches him as he staggers around like a drunken man and eventually stumbles back into the ropes. Starkweather walks over to the ropes and grabs the head of Jay Zero, possibly looking for the Relaspe II. Starkweather looks to plant the former Entertainment Champion into the mat, but thanks to his ring awareness, Jay Zero holds onto the top rope and Starkweather falls face first on the mat. With the opportunity in front of him, Jay Zero grabs the leg of Starkweather and laces his own leg around it before locking in the facelock, completing Starkweather's own STF manuever. Starkweather claws away at the mat while screaming in pain, and eventually gets to the ropes. Jay Zero is forced to release the hold thanks to Joey Reynolds and Zero plans to get retribution with the current advantage he has.

Zero picks up Starkweather and kicks him multiple times in the abdomen before planting him with a Snap Suplex in the center of the ring. With Starkweather positioned in the right place, Zero makes his way over to the ropes and goes onto the apron. The crowd questions what Zero could have in mind, and now Zero springboards from the apron up to the top rope before diving off with a Moonsault - a variation of Zero Gravity. However, the World Champion sees this coming and rolls out of the way in the nick of time, leaving Zero to crash and burn. Zero rolls on the mat, holding his abdomen in pain and both men are motionless on the mat below for the time being. Starkweather slowly makes his way up to his feet, and grabs Zero before kneeing him several times in the abdomen. Starkweather now lifts him up in a Fireman's carry before making his way over to the ropes. Looking for another variation of the Relapse, he uses the ropes for assitance with this vicious jawbreaker like manuever, but Zero manages to slip off his shoulder and onto the apron. Starkweather turns around and Zero decks him with a forearm. Starkweather stumbles a bit before Jay Zero looks for a shoulder in the gut, only to get a knee right to the side of the head. The offensive manuever sends Zero going limp and Starkweather picks up the head of the Light Heavyweight Champion and from the middle rope, hits him with an Elevated DDT in the ring.

This leads to the cover, and what many think is the eventual end this encounter but once again Jay Zero shoots his shoulder up from the mat. Starkweather is absolutely furious now that he is unable to put away this man, and now he picks him up and sets him up on the top turnbuckle before hitting him with another right hand for good measure. Starkweather makes his way up to the top rope, and hooks both arms - possibly looking for maybe an Avalanche Tiger Drive but Jay Zero manages to fight his way out of this situation. Following a series of right hands and one hellacious headbutt to the ACW Champion, Starkweather falls off the top rope. Starkweather manages to make his way back up to his feet moments over, just as Jay Zero perches on the top rope. Zero makes an entire 180 turn on the top rope, a very hard thing to do, before coming down with the Moonsault. This proves to be another failed attempt at the Zero Gravity as Starkweather rolls out of the way. Zero manages to land on his feet though but once Starkweather gets up, he looks to deliver a huge roundhouse kick to the Light Heavyweight Champion's skull. Zero ducks under and hoists up Starkweather on his left shoulder. He plants him in the middle of the ring with the Crucifixion. But Zero appears to be too tired to capitalize and make the cover. After several moments, Zero finally makes his way over to Starkweather and drapes his arm over his chest. Starkweather manages to get his foot on the bottom rope as Reynolds comes down for the three, and now the fans in the arena are on the edge of this seat for this main event action.

[BK London]

Jay Zero picks up Starkweather, and now whips him into the corner hard before charging towards him for a clothesline. He connects with the clothesline and now looks for a Roundhouse kick to the head, but Stark now ducks under it and grabs him for a German Suplex. Jay Zero looks to elbow him in the side of the head, but Starkweather ducks and now has him in a Nothern Lights position. Quickly Starkweather manuevers back into the German Suplex position and looks to hit him with a German Suplex, but Jay Zero stops the attempt when he wraps legs around Stark's waist on midlift. Zero rolls forward, hoping to roll the World Champion up, but Stark braces himself. He hooks both of his legs around Zero's arms and now plants him into the mat, countering the counter into the Front Lobotomy. Starkweather manuevers the finisher into a pinning position and Reynolds slides over and counts the three.

*The Bell Rings*

Phillip: And the winner of this match, Alexander Starkweather!

"Lamb of God" sounds through the speakers and Starkweather sits up, looking across at Jay Zero who is laying motionless in the ring. Breathing hard, he continues to stare at Zero, but his concentration is broken once Reynolds presents him with his ACW Heavyweight Championship. Starkweather now rises up, and throws the belt over his shoulder before looking to exit the ring but not before taking one look back at Jay Zero who is beginning to come to.

Stark continues his way out the ring and up the ramp, this time without looking back as the camera swings around behind him with a close up of the championship. Back in the ring, Jay Zero stumbles back to his feet but collapses on the ropes while staring off at the championship moving ever further away from him. The show now fades out leaving the questions:

Who are these mysterious figures suddenly popping up in ACW?

Will Echo's new reign as Entertainment Champ be a glorious one?

Will Senator end up on the injured list thanks to Flamingo like others have in the past?

End Show

[hunter]

Sweet show all, as always.