Thursday Night Meltdown November 8th 2007

[BK London]

Segment: November Is The Month: credit: the unknown one

Maxwell McNally ACW is the best wrestling federation on the planet today! And coming up next, we are going to see why it is the best! Wait, what's that?

Eddie Edison No, it can't be, not him again! But now, he's here!

Yes, up on the entrance ramp, to the utter fear of everyone in ACW, is the hooded man who has played his videos during ACW segments, and blew up the announce tabel.

Eddie Edison Go away! We don't want you here!

unknown one: you are the one who is not wanted.

Eddie Edison has finally had enough! He jumps out of his chair running at the man, who is much bigger than he is. Since he is much bigger, the hooded man grabs Eddie Edison and piledrives him on the ramp! Eddie's head is bleeding, but the hooded man keeps the medical people away.

unknown one: now you all know what i can do. i will now do what i did to your announcer to all of acw. my people will piledrive acw into the ashes of eternity.

Maxwell McNally I don't know what ACW will do now!

unknown one: you can't escape me. but you will know who i am before the end of this month. good bye, for then, you will die.

An explosion now takes place at the top of the ramp, with lots of smoke and when everyone can see again, because the smoke blinded them, the unknown one is gone.

end

[BK London]

Segment:

Cowards [/left]

Credit:

Jay Zero [/right]

Backstage of the ACW arena, we fade into our shot of Jay Zero, standing next to Stefanie. She holds his Light Heavyweight Title belt over her shoulder and he runs his hands through his hair, coming off a bit distressed.

Deeply, he inhales and lets out a slow sigh before launching out in a not so happy attitude.

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Zero: What’s wrong with you people? [/color]

He pauses for a few moments, allowing the words to sink in. After a good 10 seconds and a moment to scratch his forehead gently, he continues.

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Zero: Day in. Day out. I bust my ass for this company. I put everything on the line. My health, my social well being, my—my life even! [/color]

He begins to softly moisten his lips with the touch of his tongue.

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Zero: Point is, for the people this actually fits to…while you people were back in your early twenties, you made the decision of what you were going to do for the rest of your life. See. Jim here wanted to be an accountant. Sally, a paralegal. The list goes on, and while the jobs and the names may change, one thing will forever remain the same. You all are just pencil pushers. You all are the meals with no kick to it; no flavor. You’re boring.

Now, when I was in my early twenties, hell, even before then I made my mind up. I knew exactly what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I wanted to become a legend. I wanted to become a household name. I wanted to become the best! I wanted to become Jay Zero, the BEST-House-Hold-Named-Legend that professional wrestling has ever witnessed! Suddenly, once I was pulled into the big leagues called Alpha Championship Wrestling, my goals were soon to be accomplished.

My point? Well, my point is that every day I don’t sit in offices. I don’t stay late; I don’t have to work double shifts to cover for whoever it may be. What I do may seem a lot simpler than whatever it is that you do. But when it comes down to it, what does your job really DO to you? Does it make you go home and just collapse down onto your bed like you never want to get up again? Does it make your body ache? Does it make your muscles tense and send sharp shooting pains all throughout your body? No. I on the other hand, have sacrificed my body and my soul into these effects on my career, and for as long as I do it, I’m gonna just suck it up and accept the pain.

Why would I do that? Well, here I stand before you now. I like to consider my name a rather house hold one. I may not exactly be a legend yet, nor the best. I feel as if I can only further myself in this company as a fighting man who always just wanted to prove himself to the rest of the world. I’m slowly becoming everything I’ve ever wanted.

I debuted in March of this year. Immediately, I made an impact on you all. I was the one to look into the eyes of the devil, and spit. I walked right into this building, signed a contract, and did the first crazy thing that came to mind.

Remember it? I walked out to that ring. I interrupted BK London, and I told him exactly how I felt about him and his horrid life choices. Continuing to make impacts week in and week out, it was nearly two months after my debut that I fully got my two feet settled on ACW grounds and won the Entertainment Championship. I held that title for 50 days, before being stripped of it by Chairman Gingerdude.

Now---Now I hold this Light Heavyweight Championship. I ended the record-breaking reign that Jake Cheng held, and I’ve started my own here. Already, just in 40 days, I have successfully defended my rightful ownership of this gold four times! That’s a good defense every ten days! Now, compare that to some of your other champions. [/color]

His eyebrows slightly jut upwards as he smiles. It’s not long however before the look of disbelief sinks in again.

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Zero: But because I feel as if I’m a fighting champion, I think I’ve doomed myself. I—I don’t think I have any more contenders for this title to tear through. I’m currently the man that holds this title, obviously. I’m currently the man who has the power, I’m currently the best Light Heavyweight there is. Now, the only thing is, nobody and I mean nobody is stepping up to the plate right now and saying “No, I’M the best Light Heavyweight!”

I already talked with you all about this on Monday, and still, I’ve gotten nothing from you people. What more do you want?! I’m practically, GIVING you the opportunity to win a championship title, and give you the spotlight! But-- no. None of you will. Why? Simple, it’s because you Light Heavyweights backstage…. you’re all cowards. Each and every single one of you.

You want something? You got to go out and take it! I’m holding the title out for you right now! All you have to do, is build up the courage to hold your hand out, and take the opportunity. And this leads to my main point of the evening, ‘k? The facts are, each and every week I bust my ass for this company. I lay it all on the line, even my title. Now, you people backstage—are you going to just let an opportunity slip by? I bust my ass every night, and so should you. Thing is though, you don’t. You’re all just lazy. Me? Naw. I’m not a sinner like you people. I’m no sloth! I’ve earned this, and for me to just be handing out title shots for nothing is just unheard of.

So now, you all should just think twice about everything. Think about what you’re doing with your career. Where’s it going? Let me tell you. It’s not going to go anywhere if you just keep sitting backstage and not jumping on given opportunities. By Monday, I want a challenger. If I don’t have a single soul step up and face me like a man on Monday, expect this title to get the abandoned treatment and you’ll all learn how to EARN a title shot like I’ve done. [/color]

He looks over at Stefanie and motions for them to go. They both walk off camera and the scene begins to fade out quickly.

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[BK London]

Senator Steve Phillips
The definitive technician, innovator of the submission arts, former ACW World Heavyweight Champion.

The Macho Man RDK
The most charismatic figure in ACW history, explosively powerful, former ACW World Heavyweight Champion.

For one time only, the Macho Man RETURNS to ACW to face Senator Phillips in a match to prove who truly dominates the squared circle. Fifteen Minutes, Ultimate Submission. The man who makes the other submit the most is the victor.

Who is the strongest, the craftiest, the winner between these two legendary veterans?

The question will be settled....
[shadow=blue,left,300]TONIGHT. [/shadow]

[BK London]

OTA Segment “Thunderkiss: The Real World. Part 3" Credit: T-Kiss

[Ken has been asked many questions in his life, but “if he was God” has not been one of them - until now. While it might sound like a silly question to ask, if you were in TK’s shoes it would be anything but. Whooshed away to another reality, he has just been told he is nothing more than a thought created in the mind of another. Such information would drive some men insane. Ken has managed to calm the temper of Thunderkiss, but now faces the daunting task of trying to explain what just happened to him. Knowing full well he has no answers, he tries the direct, honest approach.]

Ken: No... I am not God. And I wish I had some answers for you. All I know is that you are something I came up with for this game right here.

[Ken points the to ACW homepage that resides on his monitor.]

Ken: Look, the last few moments have been just as crazy for me as they have been for you. I came home from work, turned on my computer and then it started to storm. There was lighting and thunder and then BOOM, I thought I got hit struck down by a huge bolt!

[Thunderkiss’ face glows with surprise and awe.]

Thunderkiss: Wait, you say you almost got hit by lighting?

Ken: Yeah. ... Why? Why does it matter?

Thunderkiss: Before I ended up here, I got struck myself.....

[There is a long pause as both men ponder the connection. The truth is right there in front of them but their human kinds cannot comprehend the science.]

Ken: Whoa.... this is so back to the future. Well, without the future. And Doc Brown.

Thunderkiss: So, what do we do now?

Ken: You got me, but we have to figure out how to get you back. This is not good.

Thunderkiss: Oh my God ...

[Thunderkiss puts both hands on top of his head as if he had a headache and drops to his knees. Out of concern Ken instantly jumps at the chance to help him.]

Ken: What?! What’s wrong?!

Thunderkiss: I just realized I’ve been created by a nerd.



Ken: Yeah, well.... don’t you think that’s a bit harsh. Geek perhaps. But nerd?

Thunderkiss: I call ‘em like I see ‘em brother!

Ken: Alright, settle down Thunderman.

Thunderkiss: You want me to calm down? How would you like it if somebody told your whole life was created by some guy sitting behind his computer!? I was made ... from THIS?!

Ken: Alright, look, whatever! There is no way you can just stay here!

Thunderkiss: Well fine, I see how it is. Kicking me out of the Garden of Eden? So be it, “my creator.”

[He cannot allow him to step an inch out of the door. Rushing to block him, Ken manages to throw himself between TK and the doorway. Thunderkiss looks down upon Ken with a look of amusement, as if he was saying “you’ve got to be kidding, kid.”]

Ken: Nononononono! You don’t understand. You have to stay in here! If you take one step out that door, well, people are going to think your “someone else.”

Thunderkiss: Who?

[“Oh God,” he thinks to himself. Thunderkiss obviously didn’t take the first bit of news too well and Ken can only imagine what his reaction will be when he realizes his whole image belongs to someone else. Having enough for one day, Ken’s decision is to put this one off and hopes TK plays along.]

Ken: It’s a long story. One we don’t have time for. In the meantime until I can figure out this thing, you’re going to have to crash here.

Thunderkiss: Ohhhhhhh No, brother! I’m not staying at some “dudes” house.

Ken: I have porno.

Thunderkiss: Where’s my sleeping bag?

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[BK London]

Match 4: Daniel Ness vs. Anthony Kalb vs. Skurai - Fallout Revival Triple Threat Match (Credit: Hughes)

This match may be taking place in the ACW Arena, the ring may be dressed in the regular ACW attire and the announcers may not be Dean Bardo and RJ Fisher, but make no mistakes, this match is a Fallout match at the very core. Three of Fallout’s top competitors have been called into action for this ‘Revival Match’, Daniel Ness was the Fallout Openweight Champion at the time of the promotion’s closure, Anthony Kalb is familiar to regular viewers of ACW and Skurai is a former Fallout Openweight Champion so there is no shortage of talent on display and now that the final match preparations are in place, now would be a good time to start wouldn’t it?

Entrances:

Daniel Ness – Survival of the Sickest by Saliva
Anthony Kalb – Money by Pink Floyd
Skurai – New Noise by Refused

Ding Ding Ding

All three men make their way out of their respective corners and stand in a triangle in the center of the ring and begin to circle each other tentatively, each unwilling to give the other any sort of opening. Suddenly there is a quick burst of action, Skurai flashes a wild kick aimed at the legs of Kalb who is quick to sense the danger and leapfrogs the attack, the momentum of Skurai’s kick forces him to spin into the path of Ness who quickly takes him down with a Headlock Takedown, he keeps the hold locked in for a few seconds but Skurai manages to push Ness from atop of him. Skurai gets to his feet in time to see Kalb charging at him for a clothesline, Skurai quickly adjusts and sends Kalb sprawling over the top rope and out to the floor. Skurai turns back to the middle of the ring but walks straight into a textbook side headlock from Ness. Skurai quickly forces Ness back towards the ropes and pushes him off, Ness charges back at Skurai for a shoulder block but if felled by the man who had a 65 pound weight advantage over him. Skurai heads off the ropes as Ness ducks underneath him before quickly getting to his feet and leapfrogging the advancing Skurai, upon landing Ness rolls onto his back and tries to use his leg strength to throw Skurai across the ring, Skurai is quick to spot this attempt and grabs hold of Ness’ ankle and forces him into a backwards roll that end with Ness moving onto his feet, Skurai quickly gets himself into position for a German suplex but Ness is quick to counter and quickly spins so that he is in the rear waistlock position, Ness quickly hoists Skurai up into the air and takes him down to the mat with a Rear Waistlock Takedown. Ness quickly locks Skurai in a hammerlock and maintains the pressure for a few seconds before performing a headstand, thus increasing the pressure on the hold, Ness’ highly impressive headstand comes to an end when Kalb picks his opening and kicks Ness squarely in the small of the back.

Skurai rolls out of the ring as Kalb drags Ness to his feet before firing off a few rights and lefts that force Ness into the corner. Kalb grabs Ness in a front facelock and starts hitting some knees to the midsection that force the referee to work his way between the two to break the hold in the ropes. Kalb quickly presses his advantage as soon as the referee moves away by delivering some clubbing blows to the back and neck of Ness, he drags Ness out of the corner and executes a quick suplex before covering for a pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

Kickout straight after two by Ness.

Kalb picks up Ness and delivers some more clubbing blows before grabbing Ness and lifting him in the air for his patented Leg Lift Stalling back Suplex, which is an immense show of strength. He is unable to execute the move, however, due to the rather large boot of Skurai that has made contact with the back of his skull from a Back Brain Roundhouse Kick. Skurai quickly picks up Ness and starts hitting knee strikes to his face before hitting a huge running knee strike that sends Ness sprawling out of the ring. Skurai quickly grabs Kalb and starts hitting stiff rights that draw withdrawn gasps from certain sections of the crowd he quickly delivers a sharp kick to Kalb’s midsection before dropping him with a Snap DDT, driving Kalb’s skull hard into the canvas in the process, Skurai quickly covers.

ONE

TWO

Kickout at two and a half by Kalb

Skurai quickly picks up Kalb and smashes him in the face with an extremely stiff right, that draws small droplets of blood from Kalb’s nose, Skurai then quickly whips Kalb into the turnbuckle and heads for the opposite corner before calling for the Lobotomizer, he charges at Kalb with a head of steam but is halted by a perfectly placed dropkick to the face by Daniel Ness, Ness seizes his opportunity and quickly picks up Skurai for a Backdrop Suplex before dropping him hard onto the knee, a move Ness calls the Dragon Backbreaker, he quickly turns and runs at Kalb but is caught square in the midsection with the Kitchen Sink which Kalb follows up with a Hanging Vertical Suplex. Kalb quickly picks up Ness and whips him off the ropes for the Best Drop Toe Hold in The Business, but Ness doesn’t come back off the ropes as he is being dragged out of the ring by fellow Corporate Club member Jeffrey Janson, Janson quickly rolls into the ring and charges at Kalb for a clothesline but is caught with the BDTPITB delivered to the middle rope, Janson staggers to his feet and turns around just in time to be turned inside out by a Running Lariat from Kalb that is hit with so much force that it sends Janson into a backwards somersault landing on his neck in sickening fashion. The crowd erupt in applause for this and Kalb acknowledges it for a brief moment before he is caught with a High Jump Ace Crusher out of nowhere by Skurai who quickly covers.

ONE

TWO

Th-kickout by Kalb

Skurai quickly picks up Kalb and hoists him up for a Front Spinebuster, Kalb quickly senses the danger and struggles enough to forces Skurai to drop him to the mat, Kalb then delivers a swift knee to the midsection before lifting Skurai onto his shoulders in the fireman’s carry position before quickly hitting him with the Milton Friedman Driver that gets a loud pop from the fans, Kalb moves to cover Skurai but is quickly cut off by Ness, who has snuck his way back into the ring and has been waiting for his chance to capitalize on an opening. Ness delivers a clubbing blow to Kalb’s back before doubling him over for an inverted DDT, he then quickly swings his leg around and drops it over the throat of Kalb, driving him into the mat at great velocity. Ness maintains his leg position over the throat of Kalb and hooks the leg for a cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Philip: Here is your winner by pinfall. ‘The Corporate Ace’ Daniel Ness!

Ness gets to his feet and is joined in the ring by Corporate Club member Jeffrey Janson who celebrates with him as we fade

Fade

[BK London]

Segment: y hallo thar (Credit: Hitman)

As we slowly fade out from whatever we were previously attempting to pay attention to, the man that comes into view of the camera is the recently returned and refreshed XS3. Not much has changed since we last saw him in October; his long brown hair and scruffy beard/five o'clock shadow remain in tact and his physique is still as good as it ever was. He looks into the camera and gives his signature smirk before flipping his hair back and stating with confidence:

XS3: "Hi guys, I'm XS3. How ya doing?"

A collective pop can be heard. Some boos are heard.

XS3: "I'm back in ACW and I'm feeling more fired up than I ever was. All of that vacation time was just enough for me to recover, recharge my batteries, chill with my wife and bandmates and still have time to go to Taco Bell in Calgary, HELL YEAH!"

The crowd doesn't really understand where XS3 is going with all of this but he shrugs his shoulders and continues on.

XS3: "But now, I'm here to reclaim what was mine… No, it's not another title shot. No, it's not even a title. Hell, it probably isn't even worth anything of value… It's the respect of the fans. Yeah, I know, big hypocrite walking around. I know what all of you are thinking… 'Why should we take this guy back after he ran us down for the better part of 2007?' Well, the answer is simple. I have been a seven-year sickness in the world of wrestling and have been building myself up through the palpitation between the fans and myself. I wouldn't even be in ACW right now if it weren't for the fan support that I got. So to all of you who wanted me back from my little vacation, here I am. And to all of you who haven't quite warmed up to me yet… I'm sorry."

In the background, the fans can be heard cheering for XS3, who apparently has won them back over. Let's hope it can stay like that for a while.

XS3: "Now then, let's see… I'm still rolling with the Entourage… But TK and Zero have enough fan support to overpower the heel-ness of Starr and Freeman… I guess all is well in ACW."

The camera cuts to a super-sensitive smark in the crowd holding up a sign that reads "STOP USING NON-KAYFABE TERMS ON TELEVISION!" A laugh can be heard from the audience as XS3 pauses to let out a small laugh before going on.

XS3: "Hahaha, good times. Good times. Now that we have the support question behind us, now I can finally move on in ACW and I can finally raise some hell again. But the only question is… Who gets to step up and become the first notch in my belt since returning? Only time will tell… But for now--"

Suddenly, XS3's thoughts are currently interrupted by none other than a familiar face in ACW: Seymour McFadden. Seymour approaches XS3 in a bold-as-brass manner and currently sports a sinister look on his face.

Seymour: "I saw you praying at Emperor of the Ring."

XS3 raises an eyebrow.

XS3: "Yeah… What's your point?"

Seymour: "It is complete BLASPHEMY! HOW COULD YOU CLAIM TO BE A WARRIOR OF GOD WHEN YOU ARE AFFILIATED WITH THOSE… THOSE… HEATHENS?!"

XS3's stance suddenly shifts from confused to defensive and he walks up to Seymour, not intimidated by his state of mind.

XS3: "Look buddy, I've seen you act like you're a warrior of God. YOU'RE the one who has been spewing blasphemy since the world saw your ugly-ass mug. So, if you're not gone from the view of the camera in ten seconds, I'm going to get down on my knees and pray… Pray to the lord for forgiveness because when I get back to my feet, I'm going to kick your scrawny ass all over this arena!"

Seymour draws back, completely offended, as the cheers in the background continue to increase in volume. Seymour, now seething, begins to make his way out of the view of the camera but not before turning back to XS3.

Seymour: "This isn't over… I promise I will show you the light."

With that, Seymour turns on his heels and walks away from the scene. XS3 makes a mocking face at Seymour as he leaves before turning back to the camera.

XS3: "As I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted… Remember all of those times when I said I would make an impact? Well… Fuck it. There's no fake intimidation bullshit for now. All that I have to offer is myself. I'm going to be myself albeit with the same ring name I've had for years now. So, to everyone who is sick of hearing everyone make an impact but not following through, let me just warn you: The old XS3 is back."

And with those words, XS3 turns on his heels and takes his leave. The fans who have witnessed this segment are left to let the final words echo throughout their minds and realize all but one thing: The old XS3 is back.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: “False Prophets” Credit: T-Kiss

Sometime ago. Some place ago.

[Alone they sit far away from any prying eyes. Not a soul knows either is here; only the shadows.]

Seymour McFadden: Look at your life. Its in free fall and it’s been that way because of one man. It’s time for you to open your eyes and see the evil behind all the tragedy you have experienced. He is the one who has ushered in this storm of god’s wrath into your life.

?: No. You’re insane.

Seymour McFadden: You are in denial. Let me ask you, what were things like before he came into your life?

?: They were ..... good.

Seymour McFadden: And how are they now?

?: The opposite. But you don’t -

Seymour McFadden *interrupting*: Why do you refuse to see the truth that lies right in front of your eyes. It is that simple my friend. In life there is cause and effect. He was the cause. You are living the effect. You sinned in the eyes of the Lord. Because of this you face his punishment, his wrath. If you open your heart to evil, you shall become it.

?: No... I won’t believe it. I can’t.

Seymour McFadden: Yes you can. And you can have everything you once had before he took it away. I know my Lord will be willing to shine his good will upon you. All you must do is one simple task for him. Slay the demon.

[Seymour reaches out and places his hand on top of the man’s shoulder. He looks him dead in the eye and with a look of pity and self righteousness.]

Seymour McFadden *calm tone*: Slay the demon known as Thunderkiss.

[The man bows his head is shame. His mind locks itself in an internal struggle, the capacity of which would drive some men insane. He sees both image of past and present in his mind and neither will peacefully coexist with the other. He rocks his body back and forth in trance of confusion; his current state of mind making him highly susceptible to Seymour’s words.]

Seymour McFadden: Do you understand what I’m saying?

[The man stops rocking. He lays still, if only for a moment. His head slowly rises and his eyes full of sadness look into those of Seymour.]

?: Y-Yes.

Seymour McFadden: You will greatly be rewarded for this decision. Together, we shall walk you out of hell and back into heaven.

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: A Problem (Credit: Flamingo/??)

As the ACW cameras returned from commercial, “Hello” by the Rollins Band blares over the loudspeaker and pink smoke pours from under the entrance way. Just as the instrumental part of the song kicks in, Adrian Flamingo pushes his way through the black curtain and on to the stage with his white muzzle on. Adrian, as per usual, is met with boos but he paid no mind to them.

Flamingo, who sported a black t-shirt with the devil on it in white that simply read “THE ORDER” above it, slowly strutted his way to the ring with a bit of a smile apparent under his muzzle.
Adrian hopped on to the ring apron and slowly removed his muzzle to reveal his grin. After wiping his boots on the ring apron, Adrian stepped through the ropes and into the ring. While he climbed up a turn buckle to greet the crowd, Kevin Anderson rolled into the ring as Adrian’s music died down and his microphone was turned on.

Kevin Anderson: “Greetings ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kevin Anderson and tonight I have been asked to come to the ring and interview Adrian Flamingo by Adrian Flamingo. First of all, Adrian, what do you want?”

While Kevin was talking, Adrian had been busy mouthing off to a fan at ringside, so his attention was elsewhere at the moment. In fact, he probably would’ve stayed distracted by the fan if Anderson hadn’t reached up and taped him on the shoulder.

Adrian Flamingo: “Huh? What do I want? Well, Kevin, I thought you were the scoop here, man? I thought it was your business to already know what I want and why I want it. Oh well…”

Kevin Anderson: “No, Adrian, I know damn well what you want. You want a title belt around your waist and you seem content with bugging the living hell out of the Senator to get it. What I want to know is why do you want to be interviewed by me and why do you want to do it in front of these fans? From what I can remember, you’ve seemed pretty do-it-yourself when it’s come to addressing the ACW fans.”

Adrian grinned at Kevin and wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulders.

Adrian Flamingo: “Aw, you got me all figured out, don’t ya Kev? You know what I want and how I plan on getting it and everything. You can make a grown man blush, did you know that, Kev? Now I wanted to come out here, though, because I think it’s part of my civic duty to address this loving audience we have here and let them know that I love and appreciate them as much as I USED to love and appreciate the Senator! You see, Kev, I was one of those people that bought into the hype about Senator being one of the best wrestlers on the roster. You know, everyone pointed out all of those classic bouts with people that no one really cares about anymore and says how he puts on such a wrestling clinic and such. The thing is though, at our match at Samhain… I was disillusioned by the man. You could say I was disappointed. “

Kevin Anderson: “Disappointed? Adrian, everyone who watched that match witness how you did your best to make Senator look like a joke in that match. In all honesty, Adrian, if anyone was disappointing in that match up, it was you. After all, when people saw that match on the card, we all expected an explosive, high-impact match that would give the main event a run for its money. Instead we all walked away with a sour taste in our mouths. “

Adrian Flamingo: “Oh believe me, Kevin; I left with a sour taste in my mouth too. I mean there I was expecting to have the match of the night with the Senator, but I was dominating almost the whole time. In fact, I beat him at his own ground game. Now, what kind of a crappy ground wrestler are you when one of us, flippy floppy high flyers can out do you? Hell, did you see him try to dive at me on the outside of the ring? He was way too short and way too slow which gave me plenty of times to block it!”

Kevin looked up at Adrian with disgust.

Kevin Anderson: “Blocked it? Adrian, you may’ve blocked it, but you definitely had a lot of help from whatever was in your hand.”

Adrian’s smirk quickly disappeared as he glared down at Kevin.

Adrian Flamingo: “I had nothing in my hand, Anderson! I hit him with nothing but power! That’s why I’m out here tonight. Senator, I once said that you deserved the International title because you were the best on the roster. Well at Samhain you showed me differently. You showed me that I was the best on the roster and by the end of this month, I will have the belt around my waist where it belongs!”

“Hello” by the Rollins Band kicked back on as Adrian rolled out of the ring, still glaring. However, his glare turned back into a smile as he came face to face with the fan that he was arguing with earlier. The fan stood behind the barricade as Adrian got into his face, his mouth running a mile a minute, while the fan’s friends gathered around him. Adrian grinned at the kid once more as he back away slowly and spit a wad of mucus at him.

There was no way that the fan was going to let that go.

Within seconds the mere ACW fan decided to dive over the barricade and take down Flamingo before pummeling him with right and left fists. Flamingo begins to cover up to nullify the brutality of the fan, and within seconds all members of ACW security pile on the fiery fan who took matters into his own hands. With all the security distracted, another fan decides to slip over the barricade – this time sporting a plastic OLYMPIA mask.

He stalks Flamingo from behind as the cheers from the crowd increase in magnitude. Flamingo finally gets up and dusts himself before turning around and receiving a huge superkick to the chin. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as a picture perfect superkick finally shuts the mouth of the trash talking Flamingo, and now the fan gives Flamingo a piece of his mind before racing back over the barricade once he sees security coming back his way.

As the “fan” with the OLYMPIA mask races through the crowd, the last thing heard before we fade out are the strong chants of “B-K! B-K! B-K! B-K!”.

[BK London]

Match 5: The Macho Man RDK vs. The Senator – No DQ 15 Minute Ultimate Submission Match
(Credit: Senator)

Maxwell McNally: This next match is something we all have wanted to see for quite some time. Macho Man RDK may only be making this return for one night only, but you better believe that you're in for a treat.

"Fast" Eddie Edison: You'd have to have lost your head if you're not excited for this one!

McNally: We've not seen RDK in action since his thrilling contest at Omega Effect III, defeating Thunderkiss in a battle of the titans, but even though he might not be an active wrestler anymore, the Macho Man can shake off ring rust like no other.

Soon, "Hail to the Chief" plays over the PA system, announcing the entrance of the Senator, accompanied, as usual, by a hailstorm of red, white, and blue tickertape.

Phillip Jones: Announcing first, in this fifteen minute non title bout, held under ultimate submission rules, hailing from Washington DC, he is the current ACW International Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!

The Senator makes his way down to the ring, with a bit of a spring in his step as he bounds up the stairs onto the apron, and vaulting over the top rope.

And then...OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOohhhh YEEAAAAAHH!!!!!

Edison: The volume in the ACW Arena is deafening, I can't even hear myself speak!

"Macho Man" hits the PA system with a vengeance, although to be true, the standing ovation given by the crowd drowns the sound system out quite nicely.

Phillip: And introducing next, with a warm welcome back to Alpha Championship Wrestling for this night, he is the one, the only, the founding father of the flex, the prince of the pose, the manliest man of them all, the ultimate entertainer in any industry, HE IS THE MACHO MAN, RANDY DALLAS KANYON!

RDK steps out of the entranceway, and looks genuinely flattered by the tremendous show of appreciation from the ACW fans in attendance, and waves to the crowd for a moment, before striking one of his traditional RDK poses, and walking down to the ring as only RDK can.

***The Bell Rings***

As an official clock begins to count down from fifteen in the upper right hand side of the screen, Head ACW Referee, Raymond Allen Fleming steps back, as Phillips walks to the center of the ring, and extends a hand, with a wide smile on his face. RDK accepts the handshake, and the two withdraw for a moment, as the crowd revels in the show of mutual respect.

McNally: That's a show of true professionalism from both of these longtime ring veterans, but don't think for a moment that either of them are going to let up for a moment here.

Randy Dallas Kanyon reaches out, initiating a tie-up. While not quite in his top physical form anymore, RDK's strength is still more than sufficient to power the Senator back against the ropes. RDK leans in, and applies a side headlock, but hardly begins to lock it in, before Phillips ducks down, tripping the Macho Man's feet out from under him, and tries to pull the left leg up into the Tax Cut elevated crab hold. RDK has other ideas, though, and rolls over, kicking the Senator through the ropes with the free leg. Phillips catches onto the middle rope, and is about to step through the apron, when RDK suddenly kips up, waving a finger in the politician’s face. The Senator smacks the hand down, but RDK immediately reaches out, and brings him back into the ring with a vertical suplex, stalling at the apex of the lift, long enough to hold his opponent up with one arm, and flex the bicep on the opposite arm, stranding Phillips in mid-air.

Edison: That'll teach him to act so rudely to the Macho Man, OooOooh Yeeeeeaa!

McNally: Never, ever even think of doing that again, Eddie.

[BK London]

Phillips lands with a solid thud, while RDK floats over into a kimura keylock. RDK is not able to fully crank back on the jiu-jitsu joint lock, as his opponent expertly slips out, reversing the situation into his own jujigatame cross armbreaker! The Macho Man attempts to utilize his far superior strength to escape the move, but the quick application has placed him in the rather unfortunate predicament where it is of no avail, and knowing that further struggle will only result in injury, RDK rapidly smacks the mat.

Phillip: RDK has tapped out at three minutes and fifteen seconds! The score is now one to zero in favor of the Senator!

Although Phillips is a fan favorite in the ACW Arena on most occasions, the audience in attendance is largely against him on this occasion, with a loud droning chorus of boos following him to the neutral corner, as RAF signals for the action to resume. RDK does not spend any time in dwelling over his momentary setback, and he rushes at his opponent, throwing a wild clothesline that Phillips ducks. However, the Macho Man hardly intended to connect, as he rebounds off the ropes, and as the Senator turns around, a big shoulder block takes him off his feet. RDK strikes a quick muscle pose for the fans, before picking the Senator back up...and takes him right back down with a gigantic Fujiwara armbar! RDK almost seems to twist the Senator's shoulder out of the socket with his hastily, but powerfully applied submission, and this time, it's Phillips who frantically taps out.

Phillip: The Senator has tapped out at four minutes and fifty six seconds! The score is now even at one!

McNally: That particular submission seems to bother Phillips quite a bit, and while not as expertly or viciously applied as Alexander Starkweather's variation that resulted in an injury the week before Omega Effect III, you can't argue with an extra hundred pounds of pressure, or RDK's enthusiasm in applying the hold.

With the score leveled out, both of the competitors head back to the neutral corners, and it's clear that the Senator has re-evaluated his strategy, as he starts things back up with a ferocious barrage of knife-edge chops, also throwing in a series of kicks to the knees.

McNally: Phillips knows that he still has no chance trying to face RDK without having first worn him down, and while the Senator's conditioning might not quite be a point of outright dominance anymore, he can still outlast most people in the ring with his pacing. RDK has not seen the inside of a wrestling ring for quite some time now, but from what we have seen so far, it almost appears that he's improved his game, somewhat, which is even more remarkable, considering the short notice on which he was summoned here to compete, so it's hard to make any assumptions at this point.

The Senator finishes his striking rush with a low dropkick, sending the Macho Man down to one knee, and steps back, lining up his target, and running in with a Shining Capital step up rolling heel kick...well, not exactly, since RDK leans to the side, allowing the Senator harmlessly land on his tailbone. In a rather humorous fashion, Phillips stumbles up to his feet, turning around...right into the waiting grasp of RDK, who ducks down, and lifts his opponent up with a double leg toss into the air, and right at the apex of the throw, catches Phillips with a hand to the throat, bringing him right back down to the mat with a thunderous Macho Slam!

Edison: Macho Slam! Macho Slam! It's the Macho Slam!

[BK London]

RDK, having completely stunned his opponent, lunges in, lifting the Senator's feet off the mat, stepping between them, crossing the legs, and turns the helpless Stable founder over with a sharpshooter! The Macho Man slowly sits down, bending Phillips like a pretzel, and while the Senator stubbornly resists for a moment, he relents, and taps out again.

Phillip: The Senator has tapped out at six minutes and seven seconds! The score is now two to one in favor of the Macho Man RDK!

McNally: You have to wonder how hard it was for the Senator to tap out twice like that in such a short amount of time. He likely could have resisted longer, but figured that it was the more practical decision to escape the sharpshooter at the cost of giving the momentary advantage to RDK.

RDK walks back to his corner with a certain swagger, but the Senator hardly looks defeated as he stretches his back out, waiting for the match to continue. RAF gives the word, as the two competitors close ranks yet again. RDK, having the clear advantage at this point, is not about to take any major risks, and circles around the ring, making the Senator take the fight to him. Phillips, although apprehensive, and clearly wary of being caught a third time, nevertheless cuts off the ring, going into a rear waistlock. The Macho Man throws a quick back elbow, but Phillips anticipates this, ducking down, right into a double leg takedown, pulling RDK around, and flipping over with a leg whip, hyper extending his opponent’s leg as he rolls off. RDK starts to stand up, but Phillips is relentless, sending him back to the mat with a middle kick, reaching down, and dragging the old leader of the Nation of Awesomation to the ropes, setting his foot on the bottom rope. Phillips quickly steps up onto the middle rope, and leaps off, landing on RDK’s leg, and bending it in an unnatural manner.

Edison: Old Man Phillips knows he’s in trouble here, and he’s gotten a lot more aggressive, that’s what I like to see!

The Senator stomps down on RDK's knee with a hard boot, before dragging him back away from the ropes, and now locks in a standing toehold. RDK tries to power out, but as he tries to do so, the Senator catches the other foot, and in a flash, manages to lock in his shoot style figure four leglock, the Victory Lock II! The Macho Man grits his teeth as he looks for a way out, knowing from past experience not to roll over against the move, he realizes the only three options left are to begin a slow, precarious crawl to the ropes, use brute force, or to tap out, evening the score again. RDK, with the match currently in his advantage, decides to endure, refusing to tap out, or to potentially injure himself in a foolish show of force. He places his hands under himself, and begins the slow, agonizing journey towards the momentary safety of the ropes, seemingly so far away, as the Senator unremittingly exerts pressure on the beleaguered knees of his opponent. Ordinarily, the Senator would not lean fully back in the VL II, knowing that it would result in a pin, but in this situation, he pulls full back on the heel of RDK's extended foot, bridging back, as his opponent slowly, but surely drags the two in the direction of the far ropes.

McNally: I don't think I've ever seen someone last quite this long in the Victory Lock II! RDK must have nerves of steel to keep himself from tapping out.

The crowd rallies behind RDK ever the more as he approaches the ropes, and the very sound and vibration of the people infuse the Macho Man with the last bit of motivation to power his way into the bottom rope, clutching it as if his very life depends on it. RAF calls for the hold to be broken, but Phillips is not about to let go...
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5! Upon the five count, though, the Senator lets loose, and both men take a moment to collect themselves, out of mutual respect, neither makes a move for a good thirty seconds, but as soon as RDK stands up, the Senator gives his opponent no breathing room. Well versed in several martial arts, Phillips lashes out, connecting with a gigantic right high kick to the head, following immediately with a mirrored one from the left, right into a spinning left backfist, and finishing the combination with a closed right hook to the jaw. Amazingly, RDK does not go down from the flurry of strikes, but slumps into the ropes. Phillips catches him with a standing outside crescent kick to the side of the head, trying to follow with a spinning variation. This time, though, RDK catches the leg in mid-air, spinning the Senator around, and locking in a cobra twist. The Senator tries to hip toss his way out of the abdominal stretch, but is unsuccessful, only seeming to strain himself in the effort. RDK, for his part, now chains the move into a sleeper hold, showing an aptitude in the submission arts that he never displayed in the past.

Edison: I might be crazy, but I bet RDK's been training like a demon to get himself ready for this match, he's certainly managing to keep the Senator off guard here!

[BK London]

The Macho Man leans back with the sleeper, taking his opponent's feet off the mat, and gaining quite a bit of leverage. Phillips, in desperation, uses a rear body scissors to keep himself from being hung out to dry. The sudden move takes RDK back into the corner, and Phillips uses the momentum of the collision to throw himself forward, snapmaring his opponent in mid-air, right into his own sleeper hold. The Senator doesn’t stop there, but now transitions it into a rear facelock, placing his knees in RDK’s back, and leaning back into the Gridlock.

Edison: RDK ain’t tappin’ out no more, no more, no more, no more, no more!

McNally: Really, Eddie, this is a wrestling match, and a darned good one at that, it’s not a musical!

Edison: But Rena told me in the headset to sing!

McNally: Turn the headset off...before I take it off, quite forcibly!

While our favorite announcers continue to bicker, the Senator, seeing that his Gridlock is not getting the job done, slowly stands back up, without releasing the rear facelock, he hooks RDK’s near leg, before snapping back with an inverted DDT variation, turning back, and locking in a kneeling figure four variation in one smooth motion. After a little while, the Macho Man tries to escape by knocking the Senator off with a simple right hand, but his opponent blocks the strike, countering with a knife edge chop that sends him back down the mat. Phillips, knowing that time is beginning to run short, stands up, stomping the former ACW star's knee, pulling him closer to the middle of the ring, and again goes for a Victory Lock II...but this time, RDK pulls his knees in close, surprising the Senator, and in an instant, monkey flips his opponent over. RDK tries to kip up again, but his knee prevents him from doing so with his usual agility, and he awkwardly pulls himself to his feet. Even so, the Senator takes a little bit of time to stand up, himself, allowing the Macho Man to catch him with a quick scoop slam as he stands.

McNally: We have about two minutes left in this match, RDK is best served holding onto his tenuous lead, and his wide array of slams are fully capable of keeping Phillips at bay.

The Senator stands back up, this time, RDK pulls him up onto a shoulder, stepping forward, and connecting with a big time shoulderbreaker. Phillips, knowing the dire straits that he's in at this time in the match, ignores the pain and shock from the move, rolling up to his feet, and dashes off the ropes for space and momentum, returning with a Washington Lariat...but RDK catches the Senator on his arm, and pointing to the audience, he prepares to execute an emphatic Rock Bottom to seal the deal... The match is not over, though, for Phillips has another idea, breaking out with a quick knee lift, and bringing RDK to the mat with a drop toe hold. Phillips moves as fast as he possibly can with the time running under a minute, crossing his opponent's legs into an inverted Indian deathlock, leans forward, slapping RDK in the sides, placing him in position and completes the dreaded Victory Lock III with a crossarm hold across the Macho Man's throat! RDK strains frantically, but the submission is solidly applied, and with the seconds counting down, he has no other option but to hold on!

Edison: It's come down to a contest between RDK's endurance and the Senator's most dangerous submission hold in these last ten seconds as the clock ticks down!

...10

...9

...8

Phillips pulls back as far as practically possible on the crossarm hold, but applies his real pressure on the already-damaged legs of his opponent...

...7

...6

...5

[BK London]

RDK closes his eyes, knowing if he can just hold out a few more seconds...

...4

...3

...2

...The Senator puts forth every last bit of energy into the Victory Lock III, contorting the Macho Man's body into an unnatural shape, and at this point...

...1

...RDK taps out! RDK taps out!

McNally: I do believe we have a controversy, here.

As Phillips releases his hold, Raymond Allen Fleming heads over to Phillip Jones, and in a rare show of disbelief, the usually unfrazzled ring announcer almost seems to argue with the head referee, but thinks better than to cross Fleming's path, and lifts the microphone.

Phillip: The final score of this Ultimate Submission match, at the end of fifteen minutes, is two to one, in favor of the winner, the Macho Man, RDK!

Strangely enough, RDK pulls himself to a somewhat uneven footing, as he demands a microphone.

RDK: Brudah! You don't do that with the MACHO MAYHN! I want you to restart this match, so we can finish it for real! I want this win to be for real!

The Senator, looking somewhat worse for wear himself, snatches the microphone out of his rival's hand, as RAF looks warily on.

Senator: No. I lost, fair and square, you lasted long enough, just long enough, and knowing that it was as close as it was is good enough for me, my friend. The fight was well worth it, and I will not spoil the situation by taking advantage of your good nature and sportsmanship. You have not lost nary a step, RDK, I really have no idea how you do it.

RDK: Guess I'm just that awesome...

Senator: That you are.

Phillips and RDK shake hands again, the Senator raises his opponent's hand in the air as the crowd cheers loudly.

McNally: That’s a pay-per-view quality match there, thanks to Rena Matheson, and thanks to these two pulling out all the stops. RDK showed us once again just why he’s a sure fire hall of famer, and Phillips, despite being outmatched in size, made up for it in technique. One more moment, and we would have seen a draw game.

Phillips gracefully steps to the side as the Macho Man faces his beloved audience, flexing for all four sides of the ring, and soaking in the adoration. It's just about the perfect way to end what has been yet another exciting night of ACW programming...

Will we ever see RDK in an ACW ring again?

will the unknown one ever use the shift bar?

Why in the heck does Thunderkiss think it's a good idea to put a laser in his eye?

Does anyone really remember what happened on Monday?

Was that...was that BK?

Will it REALLY be the Best. PPV. Ever?

Too many questions..

So many answers...

Fade Out

End of Show

[hunter]

Of course it'll be the Best. PPV. Ever.

Awesome show, all.

[Rena]

Wonderful Show