Thursday Night Meltdown November 15st 2007

[BK London]

Segment: Separate Battles, Fought Together (Credit: Latino/AK)

The camera angle shifts, as it so frequently does, into a well-worn part of the arena backstage. There’s no considered build-up; instead we are launched into the midst of a busy scene in a familiar locker room.

Victor Laureano is lacing up one of his boots; both his footwear and clothing look new, symbolic perhaps of a fresh drive and attitude. He looks around for the other one, half-preparing a scolding for his pitbull Pacino, but instead has it placed into his hand by Alicia as she walks past, dressed in ring wear from toes to midriff but still in the process of preparing her top half.

Latino (with a smile): Gracias, chulita.

She smiles back at him over her shoulder, simultaneously taking out two tops from her kit bag and holding them up, one next to the other. Both are white, albeit with different cuts around the neckline and arms.

Alicia: Hmm… which one goes better with these pants, do you think?

Standing up straight, Latino rubs his chin, considering this important question carefully… until a grin punctures his solemn façade.

Latino: Ehh... I'd rather you wear neither. Just pull it all out there. I'm sure the fans won't mind.

He sidles up and puts his arms over her shoulders; Alicia leans back against him, enjoying the sensation of closeness. In the back of her head she is always silently grateful for these little moments, and tries never to take them for granted.

After a few seconds she turns around and kisses him lightly on the neck before extracting herself and picking one of the tops, dropping the other one back into the bag. Latino stretches and does a few casual warm-ups, a couple of shadow punches and the like, as Alicia watches him in the mirror.

Alicia: It’s a while since I’ve seen you itching to get into a match like this. Ready to show Hunter some of your Latin style?

Latino: Of course. This may not be a title match...but in my mind it's just as important. I need to get back into this and show everyone that I can still keep up.

He boxes again, and Alicia smiles. She’s glad he has a match tonight; it gives them something to concentrate on, other than the thing which has hung over them both since Monday.

And yet Alicia feels oddly calm as she applies a small amount of cosmetic finish to her eyeline, for reasons she can’t really explain. It’s almost as if something inside her has fundamentally changed, without leaving any indication on the surface…

…or maybe it’s the opposite; maybe she’s just become aware of something that was in her all the time.

She puts these thoughts aside as she watches Latino stuff sundries back into his bag. His fitness has definitely improved in the last couple of months, the hours of training going unseen by most, and now she hopes to see all that work come to fruition. At this moment in time, nothing would make her happier than to see her husband reclaim gold… and it may be closer than they imagine. She leans on the arm of the couch.

Alicia: You know, Hunter’s still got to announce who he’s defending his title against at the PPV. I reckon if you go out there and beat him tonight, he’ll want to even the score up as soon as he can, and that could give you a shot at the big one. What do you think?

Latino ponders this, a look of interest crossing his face.

Latino: Es Posible....I'd go for two titles at once and be a regular Angle of ACW. I'm sure that'll make all those stable guys happy.

Warming to this idea, he crosses to the door. He opens it… but before leaving, he looks back at his wife with an expression tinged with hidden emotion.

Latino: Between you and me though, Mami… as long as I walk out of here tonight with your hand in mine, that's a lot more important than gold.... no matter my own wants. I’ll be there for you when it’s over, ok?

Alicia nods; her eyes sparkle for a second with moisture.

Alicia: I know. And we’ll do that… I promise.

No more words are needed. Latino exits, heading toward his match, and Alicia walks back into the room to watch and await hers.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Everything Fades (Credit: Hunter)

As we return from the commercial break, we find ourselves facing an ever familiar sight, what with Hunter traveling down the hallways carefully, his ACW World Championship belt strapped around his shoulder, and he carrying a general look of disappointment. By now everyone has figured out why he is disappointed, but the majority of the crowd cannot share in his sentiments. After all, they were promised that today they would find out who would face Hunter for his title at the apparent Best. PPV. Ever. And if that is what they expect, then they will surely not be disappointed, unlike him. He knocks on the door that the fans have come to know and love over the years, and to his surprise it slowly opens due to his knocking. He pushes it open carefully with a single finger, finding the chairman at work behind his desk, not wasting even the slightest second to look up.

Ginger: Close the door on your way in.

Hunter enters the room and carefully closes the door behind him, and then approaches the desk. Unlike previous times, he does not rudely sit down on Ginger's chair or prop his legs up onto the desk. Instead, he stands still above the slump form of the chairman.

Hunter: No lock?

Ginger: I had a suspicion that you wouldn't be able to find an opponent. By your demeanor, I can tell that I was right.

Hunter: So?

Ginger: So when you don't get your way or you aren't on one of your irritating "highs," you aren't as nosy or irritating. Thereby locks aren't required.

Hunter: ...right then.

Ginger picks up his pen and moves it around quickly at the bottom of his current page, and then tosses the pen off to the side and folds up the paper before him. He then likewise folds his hands together and looks up at Hunter.

Ginger: So...the party didn't work?

Hunter: Clearly not.

Ginger: Well then I guess the Board has to go ahead and give you a match, no?

Hunter: Clearly yes.

Ginger smiles slightly, and then looks through his papers. He takes one out and reads it over.

Ginger: Ah, yes. Well, the Board has decided that, if you were unable to find an opponent to face by the end of the night, they would be able to give you a match.

Hunter: Just get it over with.

Ginger: Well, they have unanimously decided that the best thing to do is put your title on the line in a Fatal Four Way---

Three things happen at the same time: the fans burst into cheers, Ginger's mouth goes dry before he can finish the sentence, and a light bulb goes off in Hunter's head. The latter is what is able to come out quicker than the rest.

Hunter: No, wait, I have an opponent!

Ginger raises an eyebrow slightly as Hunter smiles. It's as if those words reminded him of an event earlier in the week.

Ginger: Who?

Hunter: AK.

Ginger chuckles slightly.

Ginger: Really? How...unlike you.

Hunter: What? It's not like she's a fucking immortal goddess or anything. I've beaten her many times before, and we've recently had an altercation where she challenged me.

Ginger: That doesn't seem like her either.

Hunter: Well she didn't challenge me to a match, per se, so much as she challenged ME.

Ginger: Right then...so that's your decision?

Hunter: Yes.

Ginger shrugs and crumbles up the paper in his hand.

Ginger: Well that's fine. I doubt the Board would care too much, she is a valid opponent. I guess this makes it official, then: at the Best. PPV. Ever., we shall see Hunter defend his ACW World Championship against Atomic Kitsune!

The fans cheer loudly as Hunter smirks.

Hunter: Defends successfully, you might add.

Ginger groans. It's back to the classic Hunter he loathes. But Hunter does not feel he needs to stick around, and so he turns away from Ginger and leaves his office, closing the door tightly behind him. But the moment that the door closes, his expression turns slightly sour. He surely did not like the words "fatal four way." But now he realizes what he has gotten himself into. He has always had difficulty believing his own hype. Perhaps this really was not in his best interest...

Fade Out

[BK London]

OTA Segment “Thunderkiss: The Real World. Part 5" Credit: Jake Cheng, Zero, Senator Steven & T-Kiss

Note from TK: Just to clear up any confusion, this OTA promo takes place *BEFORE* the events at Samhain!

[The ride home from the mall was uneventful, all things considered. Wanting to explore his surroundings more, Thunderkiss was very resistant to Ken’s wishes to return home. Making up a story about how being in an alternate reality makes your junk shrink, he eventually was able to get the big guy back in his car.

Once home, Ken stacks his newly purchased books on his kitchen table while Thunderkiss begins to snoop around looking for anything to keep him occupied. The TV remote does just the trick, albeit temporarily. During a commercial break the wondering mind of Thunderkiss begins to dwell on his newfound knowledge concerning his own existence. Synthesizing this information, he puts two and two together and makes a most freighting hypothesis.]

Thunderkiss: god.

Ken: Please don’t call me that.

Thunderkiss: Fine, whatever. KEN, I have a question to ask you.

Ken: Shoot.

Thunderkiss: If you were to die, what would happen to me?

Ken: Well, I supposed you’d die too.

Thunderkiss: Interesting.

[At first a chill runs down the spine of Thunderkiss. It certainly isn’t pleasant to think about the end of your existence, but when its tied to another, well then that’s downright depressing. However, the diabolical mind doesn’t dwell on the future, it thinks about the present and how to take advantage of any given situation. A plan is devised, one that will take a lot of time and a lot of planning, but if successful, it will place him far and above any of his current competition.

Later that night, when Ken is fast asleep after reading several books dealing with multiple realities and the like, Thunderkiss sneaks himself into his computer room. Taking a seat in front of the monitor, he launches Ken’s AIM program like a pro. Once loaded, his eyes scan the buddy list and fall upon a few unexpecting victims.]

Thunderkiss: Ah yes, I know exactly who this one will be. He’ll make an interesting test run.

Thunderkiss: Well damn, this is going to be easier than I thought!

[Thunderkiss moves onto the next name as if he was stalker picking his targets out from a phonebook.]

Thunderkiss: Hmmmm “GOP” .... it couldn’t be!? Could it?

[Two AIM text lines later, Thunderkiss has his answer.]

Thunderkiss: HA! It IS!

[Firmly grasping the concept that what effects one person in this world greatly effects their “creation” in the other, Thunderkiss goes to work. He’ll try to get his exact address and if successful, he is just one short trip of eliminating the Senator once and for all.]

[Phillips doesn’t budge and TK realizes he’s spinning his wheels. Disgruntled, he puts The Senator on Ken’s block list.]

Thunderkiss: He doesn’t need to talk to him anyway ...

[Thunderkiss continues on, reaching name after name. Though he has had some successes, he finds himself with more failures when it’s all said and done with. His newly crafted “death list” in his hands, he rises from Ken’s computer chair and begins to plot out his next move. However, before he makes it to the door, the familiar AIM “sign on” tone chimes over the computer’s speakers. He turns back around and looks at the name now highlighted on the screen. It doesn’t look familiar to him and his curiosity alone makes him attempt one last ditch effort to expand his list by just one more.]

[He can’t help but smile. Just a couple of days removed from the ACW universe, he has begun to feel homesick and this little interaction made him feel a little bit closer to the ones he misses the most. He switches off the computer, the light switch and any hopes he has of returning any time soon before heading to bed for the night.]

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[BK London]

Match 4: Hunter vs Latino (Credit: Shikari)

The introduction for Behemoth's "No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers, and the lights slowly fade to black. Then, a voice rings through the speakers:

...and Hell followed with him...

Following this, the lights erupt into a crimson color, and some fire appears on either side of the stage. Hunter makes his way out onto said stage, poses briefly, and then walks down the ramp as the song continues to play. He slides into the ring and raises his arms as the lights and the song fade out. The world champion is ready for a fight and is about to get one as Latino is next.

OoOooOoOoOoO LATINO!!!!!!!!!!

The beats of War’s “Lowrider” begin to play as the lights dim down and a spotlight shines at the entrance. The crowd stands up and starts to boo the former World Champion. Latino walks through the curtains and looks around with a smirk on his face as he slaps his chest slowly and with much ferocity. Latino walks down the entranceway occasionally looking left and right at the fans in the front row. Some hold out hands while others yell out word that cannot be heard on television. He then jumps on the ring apron and holds up an arm, garnering another round of boos from the crowd as he slips inside the ring. Latino warms up wearing his normal red and white tights. Hunter is on the other side of the ring, belt slung over his shoulder. Hunter raises his belt up high then hands it to the referee causing the fans to boo. Latino also raises his hands up high but Hunter hits him with some shots to the face, starting the match.

Both men trade punches with Latino coming out on top with an upper-cut. Hunter stumbles back letting Latino hit a pin point standing dropkick to Hunters jaw. Hunter stumbles to the ropes and Latino run in with a shoulder block then whips Hunter to the ropes. Hunter ducks a clothesline then hits Latino with a belly to belly suplex! Hunter stomps Latino in the face before dragging him up to his feet. Next Hunter picks up Latino in an Alabama slam position but Latino slips out and hits Hunter with a sleeper hold drop. Latino gets onto Hunter and starts’ smashing him in the face until a punch is caught. Hunter twists Latino’s arm as he stands up then plants him with a sit out arm drag then an un-characteristic armbar. Latino tries pulling away but finally decides to roll onto Hunter and head but him. Latino stands up and grabs Hunter by the leg then steps over. But before a figure four can be locked in Hunter boots Latino in the back sending him onto the apron. Latino gets up and ducks a Deja Vu, sending Hunter out side on his back.

Latino walks along the apron and climbs up onto the turnbuckle. Hunter climbs up using the apron and jumps over Latinos diving drop kick to his knee attempt! At the five count Hunter rolls Latino in then follows with a cover. 1…2...KICKOUT! Hunter kicks the turnbuckle in anger then hits Latino with a killing spear when he gets up! Latino grabs his ribs and rolls away from Hunters pin attempt. Hunter instead decides to grab Latino by the legs and put him in the land lock! Latino screams out in pain but just manages to roll Hunter over then jump up. Hunter gets up as well but gets hit with the machete! Latino climbs up to the top rope and stands up high. He slaps his chest then dives off with a frog splash. But Hunter rolls out the way causing Latino to smash face first into the mat! Hunter drags Latino up by the hair then hitting him with a dragon hammer. Cover 1…2...KICKOUT! A small amount of blood pours from Latinos lip as he rolls around and tries getting up. Hunter grabs Latino by the back of the neck but gets rolled up into a small package! However Hunter simply throws Latino all the way across the ring, smashing his ribs. Hunter stands behind Latino as he gets up, then tries a floyd kick. However Latino ducks and pulls Hunters legs out. Latino grabs Hunter by the leg and puts him in a kneeling figure four.

Latino tightens the hold up, almost snapping Hunters leg in half! Hunter screams at Latino to give up, but he won’t let go! Hunter claws to the turnbuckle with his last ounce of strength and pulls himself up. Latino follows but gets a poetic justice for his trouble. In a blind rage Hunter drags Latino to the center of the ring and plants him again with a paradise now! Latino is motionless so Hunter picks him up in a suplex then hits the shotgun! Latino smashes the mat with such force he looks dead. Cover 1…2…3!

Winner: HUNTER!

[BK London]

Segment: Interview Number 835

Credit: Jay Zero

The scene slowly fades in to find a glistening, just polished ACW Light Heavyweight Championship wrapped around the waist of its rightful owner, Jay Zero, who stands as tall as his 5’ 11” figure can. Alongside the champion is his friend Stefanie Collins. Nobody knows for sure what’s going on between those two. Are they a couple? Or are they just friends? Nevertheless, there’s defiantly some bond between these two people. But that’s a whole different story for another time. Right now is ACW Meltdown, and right now, is time for an interview.

Kevin Anderson, one of ACW’s head backstage interviewers is also seen in this panoramic shot, standing next to the “couple.” He has a microphone in hand, and obviously with that object and his known profession, he plans on doing some questioning.

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Kevin: Hello ACW, my name is Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson! And at this time I am joined by two members of Entourage. We have Stefanie Collins, and the very intimidating, powerful ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Jay Zero!

Jay looks over at Stefanie and furrows his brow.

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Kevin: And before we begin, I must say Stefanie, you look lovely tonight!

Kevin smiles awkwardly at Stefanie after complimenting her nice brown and white dress. Stefanie doesn’t know quite how to react at first before finally saying something back and deciding to have some fun.

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Stefanie: Are you hitting on me?

Kevin: Uh-whaa.

Very provocatively she walks up to him and rubs her hand down his chest, smiling.

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Stefanie: Kevin, I didn’t know you had it in you. I never noticed how much of a stud you are!

Kevin: Uhhh

She giggles and runs her other hand through his hair, holding the back of his head. Zero then decides to end this playfulness and get the job on task completed.

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Zero: Kevin, get back on track here! This is your job! [/color]

Kevin: Hu-oh-of course! Yes!

Pulling himself away from what he probably thought was a dream, he kindly steps back away from Stefanie and fixes his hair. Stefanie gently laughs and walks back over to Jay, getting very close to him. Kevin tugs down on his shirt and clears his throat.

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Kevin: Well Jay, last Monday you finally got what you were looking for. A challenger. A former World Heavyweight Champion nonetheless! How do you feel Jay, now that Latino has stepped up to your challenge?

The cheers can be heard from ringside, and Jay hesitates for a moment, listening to the pop that the crowd generously gave him.

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Zero: Hm. Well, Kev I’m relieved. Relieved that one, somebody actually had the balls to stand up and accept my open challenge, and relieved that my challenger isn’t a real threat to me. [/color]

Kevin: But—Latino IS a former World Heavyweight Champion!

Zero: Yeah, he WAS! However Kevin the truth that you’re missing here is that Latino was the champion in 2006. This is 2007 Kevin and to me, it looks very clear that Latino hasn’t done a single thing since winning and losing that title. Now a whole year has passed since he lost that title to who was obviously superior in their little tag team, BK London and what exactly has he done? Got fired? Returned? Hm. As far as that, I’m drawing a blank. [/color]

Kevin: Don’t you think you’re underestimating him here?

Zero: Underestimating? Please! What tricks can that Ludicrous Latin pull out of his sleeve to even come close to pulling a victory off on me? If anything Kevin, I deserve to underestimate him. [/color]

Kevin: Well alright then. But, when exactly will this match take place?

Jay looks over at Stefanie and scrunches his lips together. He makes a clicking noise with his tongue and the inside of his mouth as if he was thinking about the answer.

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Zero: Not really sure. Maybe if I go and tell Ginger to book it on Monday, I’d finally get a goddamn match around here. But then again—I want Latino to know this ahead of time. I want him to prepare and I want him to kick himself in high gear to get ready for this match. Because Kevin, I don’t want the washed up, fun loving, happy-go-lucky Latino. I want the World Champion, drunken, full of fight Latino that he used to be. So for right now Kevin, I can’t totally answer this question, I do have a time and place set inside my mind. [/color]

Kevin: Oh?

Zero: Yeah. Since Hunter is a little shit bag and tried to drunken me into a false title shot earlier, and I have nothing else planned for it…Latino, until we book it official, just plan on things going down. At the Best. PPV. Ever! [/color]

The crowd cheers can be heard from backstage. Jay turns his head towards Kevin for one last time.

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Zero: And quote me on this Kevin. Just like Jason Freeman. Just like Jake Cheng. And just like his bitch, Atomic Kitsune! After I’m through with him, you can add Mr. Intensity to the list of sinners to be reborn. And once he’s back, living a new life, he’ll officially be a follower and believer of ACW’s newfound Messiah! Jay! Zero! [/color]

Jay smirks and walks off the camera. Stefanie looks over at Kevin who seems to be eyeballing her. He then tries to make a move.

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Kevin: So—uh, Stefanie. How about me and you go grab a drink?

Stefanie: Um, I’d love to.

Kevin starts to smile, and the gleam in his eye says to us “Wow, I can’t believe it!”

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Stefanie: But sorry babe, I’m out of your league. Hehe, I gotta run.

Here comes the swing! Oooooh, and the miss!

Stefanie smiles at Kevin and walks off the camera, her high heels clicking loudly with each step. Kevin then looks towards her as she walks off with a frown covering his face.

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Kevin: This is the third time tonight.

Womp. Womp. Woooooooomp.

The scene fades out.

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[BK London]

Retro Segment: Glamorous Lies part II (Credit: Rena & Senator)

Senator: See that man over there, that would be my fellow Illinois Senator, Barack Obama.

While holding one hand against the small of Rena's back, he pointed towards a man in a suit.

Rena: He's cute.

Senator: Gah! Politics is serious business, not a childish game of petty attractiveness Rena.

Rena: It should be. If it was, then we wouldn't have had eight horrible years of Bush.

Senator: I will refrain from comment, if only to preserve the peace here...

Rena: That's Hillary. She looks too conservative with that suit on. That whore's covering up something.

Senator: Covering is more like it. She is a chameleon, able to change her colors to fit the situation, although I suspect that underneath lies the heart of a dyed-in-the-wool socialist, not someone I would trust with my life or my economy.

Rena: Ah.

A man approached the couple, smiling with his wife. Rena was nervous, she couldn't match the name to his face. She could have guessed, but that would have been horrible. She knew! Steven would cover.

Senator: Ack...

Rena: What?

Senator: Who exactly is that man? I doubt he is in the Senate...perhaps the press corps...

Rena: Oh God.

Senator: Excuse me?

Rena: I don't know either.

Senator: You want to make the introductions here?

Rena: uh....uhh...

Unknown Man: Senator Steve Phillips! How are you at this fine event?

Rena: OMG, is Hillary on her fifth glass? Really, the ball hasn't even started.

As the wife and the unknown man looked back, Rena grabbed the hand of Steven and rushed from sight.
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The dinner was over, the ball was over and every introduction that could have had happened. Rena and Steven were both tired, and gladly slipped into the limo. Senator chuckled slightly, looking against the tinted window of their limousine.

Rena: What?

Senator: I cannot believe you accuse Hillary Clinton on being her fifth drink, then running out of that place like we stole something! Not that I disapprove entirely of the escapade, especially since it poked fun at Ms. Clinton, but still!

Rena: It was fun, though.

Senator: I can hardly believe some of the things you drag me into...in this case, literally.

Rena: Steven...

Senator: Hm?

He turned to her, and as he turned his lips met hers. One hand grabbed against the fabric on her gown and rubbed her back slowly. His lips pressed harder against hers, allowing himself to be fully consumed by her. She grabbed his face and flossed her fingers through his hair.

Steven: Rena, uh...I-

Rena: Shhh...

She rubbed a hand against one shoulder, a touch which sent an instant shock through him. Not of pleasure, but of pain. He pulled back, gritting his teeth.

Senator: Blast it!

Rena: What's wrong?

Senator: My shoulder is just a bit sore, likely just recovering from RDK wrenching the heck out of it the other week.

Rena: Oh, baby I'm sorry.

Senator: Maybe it is for the best. Rena, we really can not be doing this.

Rena: What?

Senator: For one thing, this hardly reflects well on me, running from the event like this. Second, and much more importantly, we have been through the relationship and it is over. You might mess things up on a consistent basis, but you have managed to still be quite the associate, taking care of matters rather admirably. I would not wish to mess that up.

Rena: But I thought...I thought tonight, and holding my hand and rubbing my back-

Senator: I try to be a gentleman, even if I do not always succeed.

Rena: And inviting me here?

Senator: I almost had to. You are, after all, my coordinator out here...

Rena: So I'm just your string-along trophy adviser.

Senator: Rena, that is blatantly unfair...

Rena: And you put me in these beautiful dresses-

Senator: To be fair, again, you bought them-

Rena: And you parade me around for a good photo. Is that it?

Senator: Rena, you know that is definatly not true. I...

Rena: I really thought you were different this time. I thought I was different this time. I just-

Senator: Look, you know well how busy I am, running back and forth between two jobs that each demand more than their hundred percent effort. It is a hopelessly rigorous life to live, and I can not afford to unbalance it.

Rena: I'm a liability.

Senator: Well, if you put it that way...perhaps financially, but...

Rena: That's exactly what you're saying!

Senator: Rena, you really do not...

Rena: SHUT UP! Just don't talk!

And for once, he didn't. They both didn't for the entire ride home. There was not even a good-bye as she left the limo and entered her estate home. As the limo left the driveway, Senator looked back towards the door. Although he would never, ever admit it, in a way, he was terrified of her. She was now everything he wished she was years ago when he went on one knee for her. It wasn't that he didn't have feelings for her, not in the least, but in the contrary...he was just too scared of what would become of those feelings.

[fade]

[BK London]

Segment: its almost time: the unknown one

MaxWell McNally We have a big match here tonight, but first, I just want to say that ACW has done a terrible job with security.

Eddie Edison Yeah, I got piledrived last week! How awful was that? It was awful!

Maxwell McNally I agree, and we should be paid more if we are going to be attacked by scary people like the unknown one.

Out of nowhere, the announcers microphones go dead.

The lights go out in the place, and nobody can see, and there is lots of panic all around the arena.

The giant screen then flashes, and people look up at it, as it is the only thing they can see. The unknown one appears on the screen and talks in a deep voice.

unknown one: i have said you are all doomed, but now you will know when you are doomed. just look at the ring.

[shadow=red,right,400]neXt WeEk U wIlL KnOw FeAr[/shadow]

the words appear in glowing blood on the ring!

The screen goes dark, and now this is all that people can see, until the people in the back come up to the ring, and clean it up.

END

[BK London]

Match 5: Thunderkiss vs Alicia Kitsune (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::ACW::.. MAIN EVENT: ALICIA KITSUNE VS. THUNDERKISS..::MELTDOWN::..

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Alicia Kitsune
Age: A woman never tells
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hometown: London, UK

Thunderkiss
Age: 29
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 353 lbs.
Hometown: Los Angeles, California

The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. However, instead of walking to the ring at this point, he only takes a few steps out before coming to a complete stop. The crowd looks on perplexed as he continues breaking his prematch ritual by doing a double finger point behind him. At this instant, a woman wearing a very tight and revealing military outfit reveals herself.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Who is that?

Maxwell McNally: “That” must be one of TK’s special “surprises” he had planned for AK tonight!

Joytoy takes her place by TK’s side where she reaches up and pulls off his sunglasses revealing his newly crafted lazer eye. The tip of it shines directly into the camera and the resulting effect is something straight out of a Sci-Fi movie. Both Edison/McNally launch into a debate about TK’s new spectical as he and Joytoy make their way to the ring together. Upon entertaining, Joytoy takes her place on the outside and Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.

Once inside, “I'm a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield hits the PA and here comes Alicia Kistune. Tonight is the second verse, however, its *NOT* as same as the first. Free of all the gimmicks that came with the Leather and Lace match, AK has a totally different game plan tonight and it is one she hopes will be most effective. Her supporters scream their support to her all the way down the isle though she cannot hear them. Inside her mind, the only thing she hears is the breathing of Thunderkiss for she has blocked away everything else. With a look of both defiance and determination Alicia climbs into the ring and this instantly triggers a vengeful Worldbreaker! The ref leaps out of the way and the timekeeper strikes the bell repeatedly!

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

Immediately Thunderkiss charges at Alicia and Kitsune easily moves out of the way of the rampaging bull! Hitting the ropes, Thunderkiss now tramples in the other direction and once again AK rolls out of the way, this time countering with a leg sweep! TK crash lands on his back and almost kips up to the astonishment of the fans. He goes to grab Alicia by the arm but completely misses her! Wide open, Alicia grabs him by the arm and slingshots him over her back and between the 2nd and 3rd ropes! Thunderkiss goes crashing onto the floor and he is IRATE! Joytoy helps him up to his feet! Thunderkiss shoves her away, slams the mat in frustration and climbs back into the ring! He reaches for AK from the apron but she wisely backs up and makes him enter! He does, and she steps right by a wicked right hand and gives TK a back elbow that drops him to his knees in pain!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Is it just me or does Thunderkiss seem to be overshooting and missing his mark on almost every move?

Maxwell McNally: No Eddie, I’m seeing the same thing.

AK hooks the rising TK’s head for a FALLING STAR and drives him face first into the mat! Knowing its going to take a lot more than that to take TK down for a three count, she scales the ropes! She sets herself on top and waits for TK to get himself into position! As soon as he steps into range, she leaps up with a Hurricanerana from the top but her momentum isn’t enough to take TK off his feet! With a massive counter, Thunderkiss grabs AK by her upper wardrobe and lifts her back up into the air! After hanging her there for a moment, Thunderkiss drops AK down to the mat with a MASSIVE powerbomb that instantly rolls her up!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh! If that doesn’t equal a huge headache later, I don’t know what will!

Maxwell McNally: I’m surprised that AK went for that move to be honest Eddie. Perhaps she saw something we didn’t.

For the first time in this match up Thunderkiss begins to mount some offense. He drops a series of huge elbow drops on AK and then picks her up and whips her into the corner! He comes running in with a big clothesline and hits her dead on! AK stumbles out of the corner and Thunderkiss swings around for a huge lariat! However, he once again misses and AK counters with a jawbreaker! Thunderkiss leaps straight up after the impact and nearly falls over the top rope! Alicia then launches a series of quick strikes that each hit their target! Thunderkiss tries to shake it off and fight back, but AK drops to the mat and trips him down with a drop toe hold! AK then rolls back and grabs TK’s ankle and twists it to its’ side and pushes it into the small of his back with a CATCH 22!

Maxwell McNally: Well, this is a far and away from their “Leather and Lace” match Edison, as apparent by that Catch 22 in the ring right now.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: We’ve certainly seen a technical display by Alicia tonight McNally, and I have to be honest, she is running circles around Thunderkiss right now!

Thunderkiss struggles to get to the ropes but is making progress as his larger frame is more than capable of pulling both himself and AK. As he gets closer, AK begins to pull him back but from outside the ring Joytoy reaches in and grabs TK’s arms and pulls him straight towards the ropes! TK reaches out and grabs them while the ref pushes himself over the ropes and admonishes Joytoy! He gives her one final warning and its clearly seen that he is not going to play around with her. Focusing his attention back towards the ring, he makes Alicia break her Catch 22 and the match continues on! AK pulls TK up and whips him into the ropes! He bounces off and hobbles directly into a LIGER KICK! He gets blasted and AK with a pinfall attempt!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE... KICK OUT!!!

Maxwell McNally: Wow, that’s about as close as it gets.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: TK just looks as if he lost a step. We’ve heard the rumors all during the week about his return being premature, and based upon what we’re seeing ... they look to be right.

Maxwell McNally: I can’t argue with you Edison. If it wasn’t for his new “toy,” I think the ring crew would be packing it up right now.

[BK London]

Thunderkiss kicks out at two and AK goes back to work. She waits to strike TK with a GAMENGIRI and finally sees her opening! She cartwheels her legs into TK’s body, however, she does not get enough velocity on her spin and TK easily takes advantage. He locks her legs together and lifts her body straight up into a piledrive position ... and from there AK experiences the 69 SHOT! Thunderkiss rubs his face in AK’s crotch causing the crowd to grow wild! AK’s ire grows out of control as she struggles to break free, but alas, she cannot. TK pile drives her into the mat and roll off of her! He leaps up to his feet and hits the ropes before leaping back down upon her with a FALL FROM GLORY legdrop! However, TK is off once again on his aim and ends up bringing the leg down across her chest instead of her neck. It is a terrible mistake that ends up costing him as he makes the pinfall attempt!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH .... KICK OUT!!!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: He’s not seeing clearly in there Max. That Fall From Glory made it totally apparent that not all is well in Thunderland!

Maxwell McNally: Agreed. TK finally manages to find a bit of offense once again, but it appears that he can only do so when AK actually puts her own body in harms way!

Alicia kicks out and shoves TK out of the way on her way back to her feet! Rising before him, she quickly staggers with him with a big roundhouse kick and then another. Thunderkiss falls back into a corner where he begins to swing wildly like a wounded animal. AK can barely hold back her amusement as he just moves her body out of the way of his amature looking punches. Once she sees an opening, AK leaps up with another LIGER KICK and once again TK finds his teeth in the back of this throat! He slumps down to the mat and AK scales the ropes! This instantly causes the fans to all rise to their feet in union! They all look on as she puts herself into position.... and then leaps off with THE GROUND ZERO! Thunderkiss lays prone on the mat and AK leaps on top of him and COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH .... INTERFERENCE!!!

“WHAT?” is the first word that pops into the head of many as they see Joytoy standing in the ring pulling AK off of TK! Alicia looks behind her and instantly flips to her back and uses her spare leg to boot Joytoy in her chest! Joytoy trips backward and stumbles down towards the ropes before rolling gracefully out of the ring! A very upset AK goes after her but is pulled back by the ref whom takes it upon himself to take care of this situation. He walks over to Phillip and passes along his ruling so that is shared with the crowd.

Phillip: JOYTOY Has been EJECTED from ringside!

Joytoy breaks down and begins to protest, but she will not win this battle. RAF points her finger towards the rampway and orders her to leave and here comes his back up. Down from the ramp comes two extra referees and a security guard and they easily escort her to the back, kicking and screaming all the way. Back in the ring AK turns her attention back over to TK who is still laying on the mat, looking rather unconscious! Seizing the moment, she leaps on top of him and makes another pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE ... KICK OUT!!!

THUNDERKISS USES BOTH HANDS TO TOSS AK OFF HIS BODY ... AND IT BEGINS! He rises to a knee, his body shaking wildly in convolutions! AK’s eyes widen but her spirit has never been higher. She puts kick after kick into TK’s face, but he just totally brushes them off as he rises onto both feet! He takes one look at her, and with his index finger pointed directly at her heart, delivers a simple yet effective message.

Thunderkiss: YOU ...

Maxwell McNally: Uh-Oh....

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Where does he find this surge of energy Maxwell! We’ve seen this again and again, its like this man has a turbo switch attached somewhere on his body!

Maxweel McNally: Indeed, and he has apparently hit it!

Thunderkiss now stairs down Alicia who is still trying to do her best to put the big dog down! AK strikes Thunder with a standing kick, but TK grabs her leg and counters with a right hand strike .... that SAILS PAST HER HEAD AND INTO THE REFEREE’S FACE! RAF instantly bites it and AK slips out of TK’s clutches with an Enziguri! She lands hard on her feet but doesn’t have time to collect herself because TK tries another right hand strike... this time connecting!

Maxwell McNally: Well if this was a boxing match, TK would be behind 100 to 1 because that’s the first punch he has landed all night.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Hey... wait a minute... who is that?!

TK looks down at a very dazed AK and prepares to go for the win, but as he does, Edison’s “mystery man” makes his way through the crowd and into the ring - with Seymour McFadden in tow!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s gotta be .... THAT’S GOTTA BE EXEMPLAR!

[BK London]

The skull masked Exemplar easily takes Thunderkiss off guard as he walks up behind him completely unnoticed. Placing one hand on TK’s shoulder, he whips him around and grabs him around his throat with the other. One 10 point 0 on the Richter scale chokeslam later, TK lays unconscious on the mat! From outside the ring, Seymour calls Exemplar back and together from afar they watch on as their plan to deny TK his desired revenge against AK bears fruition.

AK finally comes around and immediately her head yanks in several directions in an effort to find Thunderkiss. She finally spots him laying on his back just feet away from her, laying in the same manner as herself. Not sure on how he got there, she doesn’t stop to play detective. Instead she leaps to her feet and delivers the knock out blow in the form of a Senton Bomb. She leaps on top of him, hooks the leg and the replacement referee who has just made his way from the back does the rest of the work!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

METLDOWN WINNER: ALICIA KISTUNE!

[BK London]

Segment: “Thou Shall Not Worship False Idols” Credit: T-Kiss & Exemplar

[Completely unaware of what transpired moments earlier, Alicia Kitsune gets her hand raised and looks back at a prone Thunderkiss with a look of complete disdain. Rolling out the ring, she is satisfied both with the results of this match up and with the final results of her post Samhain actions. Deep down she feels that the beast is dead and will not be coming back any time soon if at all. Inside that ring she made a complete fool out of him and knows others will surely do the same.

Meanwhile, outside the ring the unknown assailant paces himself back and forth like a caged tiger waiting to strike. The only thing holding him back is the control of Seymour McFadden, who is lit up like a demonic Santa Clause on Christmas day. Back in the ring, Thunderkiss begins to stir, and that is exactly what McFadden was waiting for.]

Seymour McFadden: Now.

[Exemplar’s large hand grabs the top rope and easily lifts the rest of his body up and over. He slowly saunters over to Thunderkiss, who is struggling to lift himself up onto his feet. Now standing a foot away, he drives his foot into the mat causing the entire ring to rattle. If wanted TK’s attention, he now has it.]

Thunderkiss: Who are you?!

Exemplar: Your worst nightmare... What else?

[And with that, Exemplar reaches out and grabs Thunderkiss around the neck and lifts him straight up into the air. Never before has Thunderkiss been treated like a rag doll and that’s exactly what he looks like at the moment. As he hovers in the air for a few seconds, you can almost feel the grin coming from behind Exemplar’s mask as he tames the untamable.]

Seymour McFadden: Slay the sinner! Do it for me! Do it for HIM!

[The monster heeds his masters call. With ease and great perfection, Thunderkiss is driven straight into the mat, the bones in his back rattling upon impact! The Kiss Army watches on horrified as their god is made mortal in front of their eyes.]

Exemplar: And to believe that you are supposedly a mighty "god" of wrestling. Bow to me and I will spare you.

[Did TK hear Exemplar right? He wants *HIM* to bow? The Worldbreaker, kneeling to other!? TK’s mind “short circuits” for he has never even FATHOMED this thought before! In typical Thunderkiss fashion, he responds in the only way he knows how.]

Thunderkiss: Go fuck yourself!

~!~CRACK~!~

[Exemplar apparently has other plans, which includes driving his boot directly into TK’s mouth.]

Exemplar: Very well, just remember that you brought this upon yourself.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: My God.

[TK spits blood out of his mouth and abandons trying to mount any offense against this crazed masked abomination and instead goes into defense mode. This action triggers a strong response from Exemplar as he becomes obsessed with cracking breaking the will and perhaps the very existence of Thunderkiss. He leaps on top of Thunderkiss and begins to rain pain and punishment down upon him in the form of vicious rights and lefts. From behind the maniacal laughter and taunts fuel the monster on.]

Seymour *screaming*: Yes! Yes! Finish him off! The hour of judgement is upon you Thunderkiss! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

[The blood vessels in TK’s forearms begin to pop upon impact and the pain reverberates throughout this entire body. This very pain soon becomes too overwhelming and causes him to drop his guard, and the rest from there is, as they say, history. Exemplar nails TK hard in the face knocking him out cold. His limp carcass is lifted up as if it weighed absolutely nothing and put into a double handed chokeslam position. From there, Exemplar gives the Worldbreaker a Swinging Rydeen Bomb known as the Premature Burial! The impact of the move vibrates the mat, the ring and even the front few rows.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: In the year since TK’s debut, I have never ... EVER ... seen him manhandled in this manner! Just *WHERE* did this guy come from?!

Maxwell McNally: Your guess is as good as mine Eddie, but whomever he is, he just sent a very strong message that I'm sure Thunderkiss has received loud and clear.

"Fast" Eddie Edison: Talk about making a name for yourself! Folks, we have run out of time for tonight .... Good Lord!

[END]

[hunter]

Oh, that's it? Well...okay then. Good show all.

[Commissioner Zero]

Good show all.

[The Senator]

Another quality show from the ACWers:)

[jonnyomega]

Great show.

I want The Senator's Moment of the Show to make a return.