Thursday Night Meltdown November 29th 2007

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown November 29th 2007

Schedule of Matches:
--------------------------------------------

Butch Kingston vs Brian Carnage

--------------------------------------------

Jonny Hughes vs Jason Freeman

--------------------------------------------

Andrew Starr vs Dan White

--------------------------------------------

The Senator vs XS3 - International Championship

--------------------------------------------

Hunter vs Jay Zero

--------------------------------------------

[BK London]

Segment: No More (Credit: Hunter)

As the show begins, the fans are all clearly excited about the prospect of seeing so many of their favorite wrestlers do what they do best, and so they cheer loudly and wave their signs frantically when the lights slowly dim. No show has started with a match in ACW history, so they know that one of their favorite superstars is about to come out to address them. They're half right.

...and Hell followed with him...

The fans burst into boos as "No Sympathy for Fools" blares through the speakers, and soon Hunter appears on the stage wearing a finely tailored suit, his incredibly shiny ACW World Championship resting carefully on his shoulder. He breathes into his hand and then wipes the title, simply to rub in the fact that he still has it, and then proceeds to walk down the ramp and roll into the ring. He grabs a midair mic and clears his throat loudly as the music dies away. There is a slow pause as he begins.

Hunter: Hi.

A few fans in attendance chuckle, while Hunter himself holds back a smile.

Hunter: Oh fads...how I've missed thee.

He tosses the microphone up and catches it in his other hand, and then takes off his sunglasses.

Hunter: So what say you, ACW fans? Was it really the Best. PPV. Ever.?

The fans cheer loudly, much to Hunter's surprise and pleasure.

Hunter: Well I'm happy you agree with me. But let's just get one thing straight: I didn't do it for you. I did it all for me. Because, well let's face it, we all know I'm a historic wrestler. Fuck the BK London's, fuck the Atomic Kitsune's...hell, fuck the Kurt Angle's and the Undertaker's, it is ME that the future of this industry will study. And now they simply have yet another thing worth studying in my career: how I took a ridiculously short and small card and turned it into the Best. PPV. Ever. simply by wrestling an epic main event...and throwing in a bit of revisionist French cinema, for good measure.

The fans murmur amongst themselves; recall, the majority of them have no idea what he did.

Hunter: All in all, however, I have escaped yet another PPV as a winner. This time, though, I did not win the title, I simply re-earned it. AK was a tough opponent, I'll give her that. But the thesis is that I was tougher, I was better, and I was much more powerful than she could ever hope to be. And for that reason, and that reason alone, I defeated her, and I am still your ACW World Champion, and I will continue to be until the end of time, as the future me had stated.

The fans boo this loudly, but Hunter simply shakes them off.

Hunter: Oh I know full well that you don't like it. But that hardly matters to me. If I lived my life according to how people wanted me to live it, and according to how people thought I should live it, I'd probably be some sort of crazy Christian missionary by now...or...something.

He produces a trademarked blank stare.

Hunter: Yeah, I've got nothing for that one. Let's just move on.

He tosses the mic up again and catches it once again, this time in his right hand.

Hunter: Tonight I have the unbridled joy of facing Jay Zero, representing the clusterfuck of stupidity that you know as the Entourage. He was the one who got lucky back in the Emperor of the Ring Tournament and defeated me to advance. That time I was distracted, and he simply got lucky. Now? Now there is nothing to take my mind off of defeating him. And that's precisely what I'll do in a couple of hours tonight. And I will prove to you all that I am not only one of the most historic and powerful champions ever, but I will also prove that I am the Best. Wrestler.

He cracks his neck.

Hunter: Ever.

"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers again as Hunter drops the mic with a smirk. The fans continue to boo him, and just to irk them, he stands in the ring and polishes his title once more. He then proceeds to pull out his sunglasses, and after carefully sliding them onto his face, he rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. He has said all that he feels needs to be said. In his mind, his words will always be true. But as everyone knows, actions speak louder than words. Can he really do...nay, be what he thinks he can be?

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Triangle of Perfection Challenge #3
Credit: Jon Taylor

It is just 5 days since one of the biggest PPVs in the history of Alpha Championship Wrestling; "Best.PPV.Ever". Like always the first show after the PPV looks set to be a very interesting and exciting one. This week's Meltdown consists of 5 different matches - including Senator Steve Phillips putting his International Championship on the line once again; this time against XS3. Other notable matches include the Main Event with Hunter competing against Jay Zero, and Dan White taking on Andrew Starr. The show has already got under way, and has just returned from a short commercial break. The crowd are waiting in anticipation for the next match to begin, as always several different chants are audible around the arena, such as; "A-C-Dub". "We want more" and "Where's BK?". Many different members of the crowd are also wearing merchandise of their favourite wrestlers to show their support. The commentating team of Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison are as always talking amongst themselves discussing the action so far. The crowd seem to be growing a tad tiresome when suddenly the lights around the arena all change to a blue tint and dim slightly. This immediately draws out a reaction from the crowd, the lights begin to flicker on and off slowly for a short while before suddenly two fireworks erupt out of the ground at the top of the entrance ramp and both go off in opposite diagonal directions. Suddenly "Numb" by Linkin Park the theme song of ACW wrestler Jon Taylor erupts out of the P.A System, and white smoke begins to come out of the entrance curtain. As the white smoke drifts away it reveals Jon Taylor standing there. There is a huge cheer all around the arena at the sight of Taylor, Taylor poses for the fans and has a huge smile on his face. He stands for a moment or two looking all around the crowd. He begins to make his way to the ring, hi-fiving the arms which are outstretched over the barricade as usual. As he approaches the ring he stops on the steps to acknowledge the crowd before entering the ring in between the bottom and middle rope. He is handed a microphone by an official as he makes his way over to where the ringside officials are located. He returns to the centre of the ring where he waits for a few moments for the crowd to quieten down before lifting the microphone to his mouth to show he is ready to talk.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Well, thank you all for that very kind welcome! [crowd cheers] I hope you all enjoyed my domination of Shikari last Saturday on Pay-Per-View [crowd cheers again], I can guarantee Shikari didn't! Just look at this: - that's a bit nasty isn't it? Well if one will insist on trying to introduce foreign objects into the match then one must pay the consequences! [Taylor grins] Shikari found out that regardless of the match, regardless of the opponent, regardless of how many advantages you believe you may have never underestimate Mr. Wrestling! [crowd cheers once again] Like many opponents I have faced Shikari learnt that the hard way, and look what happened to him. However, Shikari was just another stepping stone on my way up the ACW Roster ladder, no one of specific significance that's for sure. Unfortunately it seems once again management were unable to find me an opponent for the show this week, although this isn't surprisingly considering the decimation of Shikari everyone witnessed on Saturday, it is disheartening and frustrating not to be able to come down to this very ring and put on a great match for all of you [the crowd cheers]. I live to compete in the squared circle and to not be able to compete is like a kick in the teeth - it fucking hurts. I can understand that some of the newer members of the roster may still be learning their trade in this industry, but there is no excuse for the likes of Flamingo to be given the night off just because he got his assed kicked at the Pay-Per-View. However, all that aside, there was no way I could let my fans go a night without seeing their favourite wrestler, and that's why I organised a Triangle of Perfection Challenge tonight. My opponent tonight someone quite well known in these parts...ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls - please welcome The Everyman!

A generic theme begins to erupt out of the P.A system and The Everyman can be standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He is about 6"2 and 240lbs - nearly the identical size as Jon Taylor. He quickly makes his way down to the ring, entering the ring by sliding under the ropes he goes up to Taylor and there is a stare off between the two. A referee enters the ring and sets up a chair in the center.

Max McNally | ACW Commentator

This should be an interesting matchup, Eddie. Both men are of similar size. Although from what we have seen from Taylor since he debuted here in ACW shows that he should be the definite favourite for this challenge. No one has ever escaped the wrath of the Triangle of Perfection and its doubtful The Everyman will be able to today.

Eddie Edison | ACW Commentator

I am going to have to agree with you there, Max. Taylor's one of the biggest uprising stars in ACW today, I believe The Everyman will just be added to the list of victims who succumbed to the Triangle of Perfection. Taylor just seems to have the better skills in every aspect when the two men are compared. His technical ability is one almost unmatched in this company, albeit a select few and if The Everyman is going to even have a chance of escaping this hold he will have to use every reversal he has ever learnt in his entire career as a professional wrestler to somehow escape the grasp of the Triangle of Perfection.

The Challenge

The Everyman sits on the steel chair; Taylor positions himself to the lock in the Triangle of Perfection, as the bell rings he immediately locks it in. Both men crash to the floor and the challenge is under way. The Everyman seems to be determined to get out of the hold and immediately sets about punching Taylor on the head, Taylor seems to be doing a good job of evading the attacks, although a few of the punches do connect albeit the less impactful ones. Taylor decides to increase the pressure of the hold and The Everyman groans from the air being sucked out of his lungs. He attempts to roll over in order put Taylor with his stomach on the mat, but is unable to. He attempts to stand and briefly does before collapsing down onto the floor once again. The Everyman attempts to slam Taylor but is unable as his left arm is trapped by Taylor due to the hold. The Everyman seems to be running out of ideas, he attempts to spin Taylor around on his back and hope something comes of it but nothing does. Taylor senses the end is near and tightens the grip once more, The Everyman is now quickly fading and can be heard heavily breathing - his mouth is wide open, this is a bad sign The Everyman. The Everyman has stopped his attempts to try and escape the move, and seems to be only concentrating now on keeping himself conscious, however his face is now turning bright red and he seems to be drifting in and out. After one last attempt to slam Taylor onto the mat The Everyman passes out and lays lifeless on the mat. The referee quickly tells Taylor to break the hold, and Taylor relinquishes the hold.

Phillip Jones | Ring announcer

Here is your winner...Mr. Wrestling...Jon Taylor!

There is a huge cheer from the crowd who are mostly on their feet applauding Taylor. Taylor seems to be composed although still very happy with his victory in the challenge. He climbs each of the four turnbuckles to acknowledge each section of the crowd before exiting the ring. The Everyman is still lying on the mat in the centre of the ring barely moving.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Victory (Credit: Freeman)

Victory…he…he…he won….he….he won….This had been going through Freeman’s head ever since Best. PPV. Ever. He had gone on in a daze. He kept replaying the moment in his head. It wasn’t that he was surprised…he was sure he could pull it off. Still…even if you know what you’re getting as a gift, the wonder is never gone as you unwrap it. So he had defeated Senator. He had pinned him. Right in the middle of the ring. Cleanly…after busting out the most impressive move he had ever managed to do in his career. He remembered the moment…distant...he was distant. As soon as he hit the ground, he felt like he was having an out of body experience. He could FEEL himself getting the pin, but it seemed like he was feeling it and seeing it through a tunnel. A distant humming of crowd noise…and then…the ref’s hands slapping the mat. That last second that feels like an hour as you wait to see if his hands will make it to the ground a third time…and they did…and then…Freeman thought…he remembers almost nothing. He remembers doing things but does not remember doing them consciously. Flamingo had tried to have Senator assaulted, but Freeman had put a stop to that…and…then…he had finally gotten the respect he was after.

Because that was what he was after. The whole time…Freeman opened the door to the ACW arena and walked inside. He looked around, still feeling different…changed. He half grinned to himself and walked into the door when all of a sudden a camera man came up to him as did Charlotte, one of ACW’s interviewers. Freeman waited patiently for her to walk up to him, ready to speak his mind…feeling like he had a lot that he could say.

Charlotte: Well, Jason Freeman, many of the ACW fans were shocked at your amazing victory at Best. PPV. Ever., when you actually managed to pin The Senator…and…

Freeman cuts her off unintentionally, not hearing the rest of her question.

Freeman: Well, yes, many ACW fans were shocked. Many ACW SUPERSTARS were shocked. In fact, half of me was shocked. I’ll admit it. As confident as I was…I knew that there was a chance I wouldn’t win. And as much as I told myself I wouldn’t lose, I guess there was part of me that just wasn’t sure. Some hidden part of me. Because as soon as I got that pin…I was shocked too. But I do know this…as soon as I got that pin, I knew something. I had finally gotten what I was looking for. Respect.

Charlotte: Well, how did you think of that move that you used to finish him off with? That was VERY impressive. More than impressive. It was one of the most brutal moves in recent memory.

Freeman looks up and sighs to himself, obviously thinking back…there’s a silence as Freeman relives the moment in his head. He leaped off the turnbuckle, holding the Senator in a dragon suplex, backflipping, and crushing Phillips into the ground. He opens his eyes finally, before speaking again.

Freeman: To be honest, I’m not sure. I just…thought it up. I told you how much I studied Senator. How much I trained. I also worked on trying to get a new move to surprise him with. I thought it up, though…I wasn’t sure it would work. I decided not to use it. Though…once he kicked out of everything I threw at him, I knew that that was what I had to do. And obviously I made the right decision.

Charlotte: Well, apparently, you did. Now…what are your thoughts on the match in general?

Freeman: The match in general? Well, he lived up to my expectations. I expected the hardest match I’d ever have to face, and he gave it to me. I knew that he wouldn’t go down easily, and I knew that it would be close. And it was. Let’s just say I’m going to be remembering this match for a long time.

Charlotte: And the reason you wanted this match was that you wanted respect as you said. Are you satisfied?

Freeman: Well, I won the respect of Senator…I hope I won the respect of these fans…and I do know that I won the respect of myself. So I’d say I’m satisfied. But that doesn’t mean Freeman’s going to give up now. Going to say “okay, I won, now I can relax” Oh no. That was the beginning. I have to do one thing now that I don’t think I’ve been doing well in my career so far. Being consistent. I’ll rant about how I’m being underused, talk about how great I am, talk about how I’m going to beat whoever I face…whatever, I talk a lot. Then I fall right back into the trap that I was in the whole time. I’m not going to stop my momentum because of this win. That’s a promise.

Charlotte: There is of course one more thing, that I’ve been saving for last…that I feel needs to be addressed. After your match with Senator, you did something…some might consider surprising. After Flamingo tried to have Senator attacked…you attacked his guards. You then…shook Senator’s hand. Something that…well…many people didn’t think you would do. Why…did you make such a sudden change of mind?

At that, Freeman has no answer…he gives a half smirk…and then turns and walks away…leaving Charlotte a bit stunned…but she turns to the camera and gives some closing lines as the camera fades out…Freeman however continues down the hallway towards his lockerroom, deep in thought…now off camera. It was true, that it may have seemed a bit strange for him to shake Senator’s hand…maybe he had surprised himself…but once again…this whole thing only started because of the lack of respect he thought he was receiving…and once he finally got it…he accepted it. And Senator…who he said he did not respect…, well, he had to admit that he was a phenomenal wrestler…and…Freeman had felt his bad blood towards him fading as of late. This wasn’t about Senator, or stables or anything. It was about Freeman now. He had acted like Senator was the cause of his problems, but he knew that wasn’t true. He had however, given Freeman what he needed to STOP those problems...even if it was not intentional. Everything he had gone through with Senator over the past few months had helped him. He was different now…very different.

[BK London]

Segment: Another taste of poison (Credit: Shikari)

It is night in a dark foggy grave yard. After a few seconds John Kidman can be seen sitting on a grave stone holding a shovel. Next to him a hole has been dug and a shovel can be seen going up and down, held presumably by Shikari.

JK: Keep going my son, make yourself strong!

Dirt is piled up next to the hole and after some time Shikari climbs out of the grave, covered in dirt. He sits with his legs in the hole and John drops a sandwich (beef) on his lap. Shikari starts munching away at the sandwich as John stands up and dumps a bag in the hole. John shovels half the dirt in and lets Shikari do the rest as he starts talking.

JK: At the last PPV Shikari lost, in a fluke yes but a loss. So we have decided to get back on the winning train with training and beating down some enemies. Now there are many enemies that we have, most ACW superstars. But some need to be taken out, for good.

Shikari finishes the work and turns to John.

JK: Wait in the house.

Shikari walks away with pride as John finishes.

JK: I will not name them, but these men will not survive much longer.

<fade/>


============


Segment: “Miss You” Credit: T-Kiss

[The end of the weekend draws near and instead of ending it with a bang, a tired and emotionally stressed TK instead locks himself away inside his home in the Hollywood Hills. The club scene just hasn’t seen the same after all the disasters he has endured over the past weeks. It’s as if all the fun in his life has been sucked away and has left him an empty shell. However, one thing about TK is that he refuses to just sit by idly by while his life gets pissed away. His obsession is well documented, and it rears its ugly head once again as he is determined to fight back against all those who wish to keep him down. In an effort to do this, he breaks out his collection of ACW footage and watches another who he wishes could tell him how to handle this situation. Deep in his studies, his girlfriend enter the room unnoticed and he doesn’t become privy to this fact until she verbally addresses him in one of her playful manners.]

Joytoy: What is my big, giant man doing?

Thunderkiss: Studying film.

Joytoy: Sounds “fun,” but not as not as much fun as what I had in mind.

[Joytoy drapes both arms around TK’s shoulders and nuzzles her head into the side of his neck, pushing her breasts into his back in the process. A bit annoyed, TK reaches up and shoves her off of him in a move the defies all TK logic.]

Thunderkiss: Not now.

Joytoy: Whatever.

[Since her feeling of boredom is greater than her feeling of being scorn, she can’t help but plop herself down on the couch next to TK. Her eyes travel towards the TV set where a video of Yoko Satoshi facing RDK on the April 11th edition of Warfare in 2005. Being new to ACW, she has no clue what she is watching and becomes quiet inquisitive.]

Joytoy: Who’s that?

Thunderkiss: That’s Yoko Satoshi.

Joytoy: She’s hot. Do you like her?

Thunderkiss: Heh, let’s just say I’m not her “type.” You, however, would be right up her alley.

Joytoy: Oh. You mean she’s ... that?

Thunderkiss: Not only that Jt, but she’s one hell of a wrestler and that’s why I’m blowing my Friday night watching her. Look at that form and those strikes. The way she twists her knuckles into RDK's flesh on every blow just to get a little more pain in is sheer brilliance.

Joytoy: Thunderkiss ..studying another? Wow, she must truly be special.

[He silently nods his head in agreement.]

Thunderkiss: She is.

Joytoy: You admire her greatly. I can tell.

Thunderkiss *nodding*: She defines everything I am or I desire to be. She never backed down from a fight. She never cowered to another and put fear in the hearts of many. In this day of false entertainers and people who don’t want to work for their rewards, a person like this should be valued.

Joytoy: Do you plan to wrestle her?

Thunderkiss: I wish. We came face to face a few times and I could see the temptation of the challenge sparkle in her eye. However, it never materialized.

Joytoy: Why not just ask her?

[Before answering Jt’s question, Thunderkiss clicks the TV off with the remote and rises to his feet. It is obvious that Joytoy’s line of questioning is bothering him as its making him think thoughts he’d rather keep buried. Not wanting to expose an emotional side of him that very few have seen, he proceeds out of his bedroom, answering her question as he walks.]

Thunderkiss: She’s supposedly suspended based on her not being truthful with her injuries. That’s the current rumor flying around. If I believe it or not is another story all together.

Joytoy: What do you believe Kiss?

[He stops and pauses. Turning back around, he delivers what he feels is the only appropriate and truthful answer.]

Thunderkiss: I believe ACW needs Yoko Satoshi. That’s what I believe.

[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 1: Butch Kingston vs Brian Carnage (Credit: Butch Kingston)

Will be posted when recieved from Mr. Kingston.

[BK London]

Segment: “The Band is Back Together” Credit: Freeman/Zero/T-Kiss

[If you are a fan of the Entourage, what an exhausting week it has been. One moment you’re ready to sell all your official ‘Raj gear on eBay, the next you’re marking out like a schoolboy who sees some boobs for the first time. As of the present time, the gang is all back together again, with the exception of one, and that “one” is a huge loss. For those of you who missed it, or just don’t read (cough*bastards*cough), XS3 turned out to be the mystery masked man Exemplar. His loss has hit hard in the ‘Raj locker room, but like true competitors they all move on and hang their heads as high as they possibly can. Arriving early at the arena today, Thunderkiss uses the extra time to clear his head of this distraction and focus on the positive, that being his increased accuracy and a PPV win. Alone he sits on the locker room for what seems like hours, zoning out until the door swings open a second time for today...

... and in walks Zero.]

Thunderkiss: Z-Man! How’s it going?!

[Zero looks at Kiss with a half smile, looking very dejected in the process. TK instantly picks up on his mood, and not wanting to “deal” with any more issues than he currently is, fights to get to the bottom of it.

Thunderkiss: What’s up with that look?

Zero: Hm? Oh um, sorry, my mind’s kind of wandering. OH! But, by the way…[/color]

Thunderkiss looks up at Zero, giving him his total and complete attention.

[/center]

Zero: Those things I said about you on Saturday—I—I didn’t really mean that. I was talking out of anger right then so….sorry.. [/color]

[Relieved of Zero’s over apologetic nature, Thunderkiss smiles and pats him on the shoulder, a visual display to let him know everything is alright between them.]

Thunderkiss: Its ok man. If It was me, I’d probably say a lot worse. Its all water under the bridge, seriously.

[From just outside the room, another set of eyes & ears look on with a feeling of contempt. Desiring to protest this “Kodak” moment, In steps Jason Freeman, red faced and shaking. He throws his bag against the wall in protest, instantly drawing the attention of his cohorts.]
Freeman: You've got to be KIDDING me...

Zero: Kidding? And what am I kidding about Freeman? The fact that you’re a two-timing Senatorial ball and chain on this group weighing us down? [/color]

Thunderkiss: Hey...?

Freeman: Oh come on, don’t “hey” me! So basically after EVERYTHING he said, you’re just going to forget him all and just let him come right back in here? I. Don’t. Think. So.

Thunderkiss: Listen Freeman, I realize you two have some bad blood between one another, but to be frank, its not your decision to make.

Freeman: Obviously not.

[Freeman turns his back and exits the way he came in, slamming the door behind him. “G’Dammit” is the word that best sums up TK’s feelings at the moment. Here he thought the group was back on track and in a matter of seconds its future looks derailed once again.]

Zero: Aaaahahahaha! Finally! I told you Kiss, Freeman wasn’t good for anything! Never was! Never will be! [/color]

Thunderkiss *rubbing temples*: Not this again ...

Zero: For all I care, let him go! Please! But just to back me up a bit so I don’t sound like a dick, you saw what he did after his match Saturday, didn’t you? [/color]

[“Come to think of it, I haven’t,” he thinks to himself ...]

Thunderkiss: No. Did Freeman EVEN have at match at the PPV?

Zero: Ooooh! He DID! Against SENATOR! [/color]

[Thunderkiss gives Zero a “come again” look. Zero reassures TK that he just heard him correctly by nodding repeatedly.]

Thunderkiss: Hah! Please tell me that the Senator once again contributed to our health care system after the match!

Zero: Oh don’t you worry. Freeman won for a change. But it’s what he did after the match that was even weirder. He shook Senator’s hand! [/color]

[Freeman, Senator, Shaking Hands? The following thought does not compute in TK’s mind.]

Thunderkiss: WHAT?!

Zero: Yeeeeaaaauuup! [/color]

Thunderkiss: I’ll be G’Dammed...

[As the image of the two shaking hands burns in TK’s mind, Zero watches on amused hoping that his dreams of ditching Jason Freeman have finally become realized.]

Zero: So what are you going to do Kiss? Beat his ass down like we did that show after Omega Effect?! [/color]

Thunderkiss: I-I need time to think about this.

[Thunderkiss retreats to his personal locker room with the larger one, cursing these new revelations with every step. This whole situation sums up his luck for the last few months. Everything seems normal for about 10 minutes and BAM, before you know it, it falls apart. However for the other person in the room, this seems like a dream come true, as he gets very excited thinking of the possibilities. ]

Zero: Ohh Kiss, take ALL the time you need! In the end you’ll realize that Jay Zero was right once again! Hahaaaaa! Oooooh MAN! You’re going to get it, Freeman! [/color]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: gernjwnfjevncqf (Credit: Dan)

Camera opens up backstage, and Dan White is stood, and he earns a massive cheer for his presence. He hasn't been on TV much other than matches, as a result of his misgivings backstage over the course of the past couple of weeks. Anyways, he is stood, perched slightly, in his wrestling attire, with his match against Andy Starr coming up next. He holds a piece of paper in his right hand, and a microphone in his left.

Dan White: So here it comes, one on one, mano-e-mano. “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White finally gets a chance to get his hands on the one man that he's never been given the chance to face, not since that fateful night almost three years ago. To those that do not recall that historically tragic event, Andy Starr, Surion, Rey McFoley, Nob McTwat, who cares what name he's under now. Role the footage.

Bloody Valentine 2005 Surion: There’s a passage I got memorized, that seems appropriate for this situation: Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is Surion when I lay my vengeance upon you.” Upon the word “you”, Surion sends a quick kick towards Daredevil’s head, knocking him unconscious. Surion drags him out of the corner, and kicks him in the gut a few times before lifting him up into an Echo Driver. Surion delivers the move with the most power anyone has ever seen out of him. Following the Echo Driver, Surion walks over to the ladder and puts Daredevils already injured ankle between the two halves. Surion gives Daredevil one final glare before stomping on the ladder with all his weight. The sound that emanates from the shot heard sickening, as Daredevil’s ankle can be heard shattering. Daredevil writhes in pain. Surion looks over Daredevil, with mic in hand, and beat Daredevil in the head with it a few times.

Dan: So yeah, Andy, you broke my foot after turning a sad little whiny emo bastard and not wanting to play anymore. But regardless, I didn't have any sour grapes, not at all. Instead I dusted myself off, and calmly played the last two to three years holding that grudge at the back of my head, knowing that I was better than that. Until of course, after I had even inducted you into the group, you being a pathetic little Thunderkiss chronie decided to literally kick me out of the group. And a kick to the head hurts like a motherfucker, I'll have you know, Andy.

Dan lifts his piece of paper up, and it reveals five names.

XS3
Jason Freeman
Andy Starr
Jay Zero
Thunderkiss

Dan: This is the list of those associated with Entourage at the time of when you kicked me out, put me in hospital and damaged my head, after I spent months of rehabilitation out with severe head trauma. I could blame Alexander Starkweather for causing the initial injury but that was a match that he, in his utter psycho state, probably didn't mean to do as such. But Entourage, there's a different story. Like I said, this list, my “Blacklist” if you will, is a list of men who I will chase to the end of the world if it means extracting my revenge. One by one, these men will fall, it does not matter if I find them next week, next month, or the next decade. And that, friends, is the right touch.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: Revelations (Credit: Freeman)

Zero was back in??!! How did THAT happen?! After everything he said…Thunderkisss decided to just let him right back. Freeman sat down on the couch in his locker room and shook his head. He couldn’t believe it. He was fuming. This was the last straw. I mean, when was the last time he was consulted about anything? Never! Was he not in the same position he was in the Senatorial Stable? The guy that nobody considers part of it? Once again, he found himself in the same position. But…he was NEVER considered part of it…and he had never really minded much until now…or at least never really thought about it…why not?

Freeman thought a bit…was he really Entourage? Did he really fit in with their whole group?...Did…did…did he even like them? Any of them…? Since…since when did he like Thunderkiss…? The guy tried to have him fired…and….Zero…and…why was he running around with them, calling them a stable? What had made him decide on THAT…

For the first time in a while, Freeman’s felt his eyes open…fully…and something cleared in his head…a stupid haircut didn’t make him Entourage…calling himself an Entourage member didn’t make himself part of Entourage…he…he wasn’t part of Entourage by their accord or his own. Why did he still keep his own locker room? That was HIS decision of course, but why had he made it? He had never thought about it except for that he wanted it. He felt strange in the Entourage locker room. He honestly couldn’t remember a time when he felt any close unity to Entourage at ALL. And yet he…he still clung to that false unity…the illusion of being part of SOMETHING.

What the hell was he doing?

Freeman got off the couch…how had he…fallen into this? He couldn’t even remember. Thunderkiss had said some things to him…that had made him realize something…or….what? He honestly couldn’t even remember what exactly it was that had made him join in the first place…but there was something he did remember. Being beaten up…three on one by the Entourage…that had to have been less than a month before he joined! He thought about when Thunderkiss tried to frame him for drugs…just to win his title…and yet…had these things not mattered to him?

He once again tried to think…why did he forget these things? He must have had a good reason to forgive for them…and what was it…? He felt himself remembering slowly…a short memory coming back…he thought that because the Entourage were supposed to be this tight, tight, group, that what he didn’t have in the Senatorial Stable would be instantly replaced. He left the stable. He spit in Senator’s face. Then, by joining Entourage, he obviously hoped that somehow he would be part of this amazing unit. What had he ever done to earn the Stable’s respect?...Was that not a better alternative?

He did know one thing. He had earned the Stable’s respect NOW…or at least Senator’s…Hunter’s would probably never come. He knew another thing. He didn’t need Entourage. He thought he did. Oh, of course he THOUGHT he did. That was the whole reason he thought he would join in the first place. But if he didn’t want Entourage, and he didn’t need Entourage? What was the point of sticking around?

Freeman’s eyes widened, and he looked into the mirror. Standing before him was not the man he wanted to be. So desperate to get away from what he thought was holding him down…holding him back, he had taken what he figured was the correct route. His judgment however was so clouded…so broken. His thoughts of finally achieving freedom were ridiculous. He was no more free than he ever was. He knew exactly what he had to do.

If Freeman had learned one thing throughout his whole ordeal over the past couple of months…he had learned that when you want something done…there’s no point brooding over it. No point whining over it. No point talking about your problems and just waiting for them to be fixed. You had to do something.

“Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

[BK London]

Match 2: Jonny Hughes vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Hunter)

Oh what familiar shoes I fill once more, humbled reader, as I take you through the unnecessary pouting of a gentlemen forced, by all hands but his own, to complete a writing assignment of a particularly annoyed nature. Hmm. That was actually a pretty good sentence. So good, in fact, that I'll fill out the rest of this paragraph by complimenting it. First, one must read it with a sort of Shakespearean Era English accent, something I'm certain only our local Britonians could accomplish. Next, note the words that are rarely used in modern speak (or, at least, not in text messages): humbled, pouting, particularly. Well, that last one's a stretch. But I bet you people have a shorter synonym for it anyways, because what is a cell phone with text messaging capabilities if not a transmitting thesaurus with a battery? See, that's not bad either. I think---

-WHAMBAMALAKAZAM!!!- Freeman falls flat on his face after being hit with one of Hughes' powerful lariats (and I'm certain you didn't see that coming, unless you read ahead, you cheating bastard). Now it's not the beginning of the match, mind you; the two competitors decided to simply begin competing ahead of time and not wait for me to finish dissecting my amazing sentence. It's roughly five minutes into the match now, and Hughes waits for Freeman to rise following that lariat, and once he does, he nails him with a quick Fisherman's suplex pin...but only for a two count. Freeman, clearly not wanting to let one of Senator's "henchmen" get the better of him after BPE, decided to dodge Hughes' ensuing elbow strikes, and then lifted Hughes up and perfectly nailed him with the Spicy Drop...but alas, only for a two count of his own.

Clearly at the advantage, Freeman figured it'd be wise to not let it go. He promptly grabbed Hughes and lifted him up, attempting the Glory Driver. Hughes stops the move, and then rapidly nails his Shock and Awe combo, much to the dismay of the crowd (lulz, c wut i did thar?). Hughes grabbed Freeman for the Texas Cloverleaf, but the former IN Champ would have none of it, and so he quickly kicked Hughes into the corner, rolled up, and charged in for the Outta Control, nailing it perfectly, whatever the hell it is. Hughes recoiled from the attack, but when he saw another Mule Kick coming his way, he promptly ducked, kipped back up, and threw out the Roaring Elbow...which Freeman ducked! Freeman grabbed Hughes and instantly locked him into the sleeper hold, clearing setting up for the Middle of Nowhere...but Hughes rolled him over and locked in the Buffalo Vice! Freeman struggled around momentarily, but soon he gave in, simply unable to tolerate the immense pain, giving Hughes the win.

[BK London]

Segment: Oh yes… There will be flashbacks. (Credit: TK/Hitman)

Thunderkiss was heading towards the locker room that was once home to a happy family.

But for now, those days were over. Sure, Thunderkiss and Jay Zero were back on the same page but the void left behind by XS3 could probably never be filled. Andrew Starr may have been a rock star but to Thunderkiss and Jay, it just wasn't the same without XS3 helping them out.

As if that wasn't bad enough, there was still the matter of Jason Freeman and Jay Zero, the two who could never put aside their rivalry for a single second to let the Entourage go forth with their quest to dominate ACW. Thunderkiss was damned if he was going to let the situation escalate into something irrepressible.

For now, all he wanted to do was go into the Entourage locker room and not look at anyone or talk to anyone. He just wanted his own space. Sure enough, when he opened the door, the lights were shut off. Thunderkiss let out a sigh of frustration.

Thunderkiss: G’Damn janitor.

Thunderkiss' hand reached for the light switch and he managed to flick it upwards. When he did manage to illuminate the room, the locker room had a very noticeable feature: a black wooden desk. Thunderkiss then looked up and saw the man sitting behind the desk. It was XS3, donned in a black hooded robe and smirking contently.

Thunderkiss: ... YOU. You traitorous son of a BITCH! Your either full of bravery or stupidity right now but to me it matter not - I’m going to chew you up and spit you out crackerjack!

When Thunderkiss made a beeline towards the desk, XS3 held up a hand while still smirking.

XS3: "Oh come now, Thunderkiss. Aren't you supposed to put on a façade and convince me that we're still friends long enough for me to let my guard down?"

Thunderkiss: Based on the last few months I’m going to give you ONE chance to come up with some answers ... or its lights out Matt!

XS3 leaned back in his chair before motioning to another chair near Thunderkiss.

XS3: "And I've got some answers for you. Pull up a chair."

Now, this would be the part where Thunderkiss would give a big "fuck you" and begin kicking the shit out of XS3. But this is not the case as Thunderkiss was visibly anxious to get some information so the ass kicking could come at a later point. With that in mind, Thunderkiss reluctantly complied with XS3 and sat down in the chair. His glowing red eye could not completely show his anger but XS3 remained unaffected.

Thunderkiss: Why Seymour? What did that fat bastard offer you?!

XS3 let out a brief chuckle at the first question. Thunderkiss' patience was beginning to wear thin as XS3 looked up at him.

XS3: "Oh, it was not Seymour who recruited me… I recruited him."

Thunderkiss scrunched up his face in confusion.

Thunderkiss: Knock off the jibba jabba Irvine! I have little patience to spare!

XS3: "It makes sense if you saw things from my perspective. You see, Thunderkiss, you weren't aware of this but Seymour was a very desperate man. He was an ex-ordained minister at a local church but he was excommunicated when he tried lighting a couple on fire in order for them to 'see the light'. He was desperate enough to defy the teachings of God in order to get his point across."

By now, Thunderkiss was actually intent on finding out about the man who plagued him for a month and was willing to listen to what XS3 had to say.

Thunderkiss: What point would that be?

XS3: "Let's just say… He thought all the people in his vicinity were liars, scumbags or heathens. But he never stopped to realize that he was being very hypocritical in this kind of situation. That's where I come in. When he came to ACW, I decided to offer him one final chance at a different perspective on life. So, Ken and I set everything up…"

=====================

We see Seymour sitting down with Ken Dante, who his in his street clothes. Unbeknownst to Seymour, Ken has a hidden tape recorder in his pocket, intent on capturing the words of Seymour for XS3 to hear. Ken is playing along with Seymour in order to obtain the information he needs.

Seymour McFadden: "Slay the demon known as Thunderkiss."

Ken looks on, feigning sadness and insanity while showing complete disinterest in what Seymour has to say about life. The scene then shifts to XS3's house where Ken is holding the tape recorder in front of XS3.

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

Click. Ken hits the stop button and looks up at XS3, who is seen stroking his chin in deep thought.

XS3: "He speaks with intelligence but he never seems to show it in ACW. I think we're ready for our plan."

Just as XS3 finishes his sentence, Christine comes in holding an outfit in her hands. She unfurls it in front of XS3 and Ken and it is revealed to be the costume worn by Exemplar.

Christine: "It's a start…"

XS3: "It's perfect."

=====================

XS3 remained expressionless. The smirk on his face had disappeared once Thunderkiss had begun asking his questions.

Thunderkiss: Wait a minute, wouldn't he have known that it wasn't you he was talking to?

XS3: "Oh no. He never had a clue. You see, when he started looking for someone to help him out, he picked me first and no one else. When I was called forth to meet him, I had Ken go, disguised in his street clothes and the Exemplar mask."

=====================

Ken goes to sit down against the wall when Seymour notices the mask on his face and cocks his head to one side.

Seymour: "Why do you wear that mask?"

Ken: "I wear the mask in order to hide me from myself. I hate looking into the mirror and seeing this shell of a broken down man."

Seymour nods, obviously agreeing with what Ken is giving him. A coy grin is seen beneath the mask.

=====================

Thunderkiss nodded at the thought of this scenario since he believed Seymour didn't really care what XS3 looked like, so long as "fell in line" with the plan.

Thunderkiss: Why the name "Exemplar"?

XS3: "That was a choice made by our drummer and my half-brother, Punished Fox. 'Exemplar' is a synonym for an example, an archetype if you will. Ken pitched the name to Seymour and he was overjoyed."

XS3 nods briefly before reaching over and taking a sip out of a bottle of water. He sets the bottle down and turns back to Thunderkiss, briefly examining his glowing eye.

Thunderkiss: That’s the most moronic thing I’ve ever heard Matt. You might as well named yourself “assholish turncoat” because it fits you better.

XS3 lets the insult roll right off his body and once again takes another sip from his water bottle. His lack of caring begins to severely irrate Thunderkiss.

Thunderkiss: Don’t you DARE give me that nonchalant look! You need to realize that you just didn’t knife me in the back, you knifed the entire Entourage. YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON US! We fell apart in front of your eyes and you did nothing about it! Why?!

Now we get to the serious part. XS3 remains impassive at the question; it's not the reaction Thunderkiss had initially anticipated.

XS3: "Thunderkiss, this Exemplar situation was your test. I was testing your will, I was testing the will and the strength of the entire Entourage. For weeks, I sat back and watched your obsession with Alicia escalate into an uncontrollable monster. At Samhain, the monster was slain and in his place stood a new Thunderkiss. You weren't the Thunderkiss who handcuffed me to the ropes and stripped my wife. You neglected any assistance, abandoned your friends and let your obsession overtake you. Alicia took out one of your eyes and still you persisted on being a voyeur. I was your wake-up call, Thunderkiss, but you chose to sleep in and let the world around you pass by."

=====================

As Thunderkiss stares on in disbelief, we now see the scene with Ken backstage at Best. PPV. Ever., dressed up as Exemplar. Ken remains by himself in an undisclosed location until he hears the sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer. He swiftly turns around and is face to face with XS3, his arm outstretched and a piece of paper in his hand. Ken takes it from and reads:

- Can become too obsessive
- Extremely limited moveset
- Anger can be used against him
- Depth perception off due to eye injury
- Slow

Ken looks up at XS3, who has a small smirk on his face.

XS3: "It's a list of his weaknesses… I compiled it for you so you would have better understanding of whom you were facing. Now go out there and give him hell."

=====================

Thunderkiss: You-- You bastard.

XS3 now had a small smirk growing on his face once more.

XS3: "I sat back and watched the Entourage begin to crumble. Dan White was kicked out for his absolute love for being an outsider looking in. Anna Sommers disappeared without a trace. I never intended for the situation to get that out of control but in the end, I realize that it was worth it. Seymour McFadden wasn't the Entourage's biggest enemy, I was."

For a few seconds, an awkward silence between both men occurred. Finally, Thunderkiss began chuckling, coming to a small realization. XS3 cocked his head to one side, wondering if Thunderkiss had finally lost it.

Thunderkiss: Have fun with the old man in the Stable Matt. You both deserve one another.

XS3 shook his head diligently.

XS3: "No, no, Thunderkiss, you're only correct about one thing: I AM leaving the Entourage. But at the same time, I will have nothing to do with the Senatorial Stable. I don't care about Hunter or Fallen Souls…"

Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Or Jonny Hughes? Last time I saw him, he was handing your ass to you on a silver platter!

XS3: "Jonny was the better man that night and I am not discrediting him because of his abilities or allegiances. He is dead to me now… Just like the Entourage."

That was enough for Thunderkiss. He stood up from his chair and threw it aside, angrily. He then leaned in and got right in XS3's face. Once again, The Failed Artist cared less.

Thunderkiss: Enough talking Irvine! I haven’t seen such a pathetic EMO since the days of Brimstone .. God rest is soul. So you want to flush friendships down the toilet and be all “Johnny Evil Guy?” Well so be it Johnny, but its going to come at a price; the PRICE OF ME KICKING YOUR TEETH OUT!

XS3: "Since when were friendships such a value to you, Thunderkiss? When did you decide to step down and allow someone else to take the spotlight? Even when Jay won the Light Heavyweight title, it was still all about Thunderkiss. I got tired of watching your back so I abandoned you for a noble cause: Looking after my wife, my fans and myself."

Thunderkiss: Heh. “Looking after my wife, my fans and myself.” Well how fucking noble of you Matt! Come on prince charming. You. Me. In the ring. Right now.

Another awkward silence occurred between the two. XS3 then stood up from his chair and stared right into Thunderkiss' piercing eyes. Finally, he sat back down and calmly stated:

XS3: "Thunderkiss, I will not accept your challenge… Because I want you to accept mine."

Wait, what?

Thunderkiss: …

XS3: "You may want to carry out all of this vengeance on me but in reality, I need this match more than you ever will. My career is winding down, Thunderkiss. I've been wrestling for seven years and it's beginning to show in my matches. The match with Jonny Hughes, the fatal four way on Monday… It's very grueling. I want to be able to please my wife when I retire, I want to continue making music with Demon Inc. I want to be able to do all those things when the squared circle no longer needs my presence. That's another reason why I chose you as my test subject, Thunderkiss… I need this match against you. You will be my last hoo-rah."

Thunderkiss' intensity rose to the max once more as he pointed threateningly at XS3.

Thunderkiss: Goodlord! A simple "Yes" would have worked, blabbermouth!

XS3: "What can I say? I'm a very complicated individual."

Thunderkiss then stood back and once again pointed at XS3.

Thunderkiss: If that’s the way you want it, you’ll get no objections from me. In this business your word and friendships should be placed above all else. Since apparently they neither mean anything to you, I will GLADLY eject your worthless carcass from this business. Just make sure you invite all your bandmates and that tramp of a wife to get a front row seat because that's the last time they're going to be seeing you looking as normal as you do right now.

XS3: "I understand the trash talk but to me, it's worthless. All that I know is that this final match of mine will be the greatest thing that ever happened to me. When the end bell rings, a 350-pound weight will be lifted off of my back and my career will finally be at rest. But that doesn't mean that I won't unleash any fury in that ring…"

Thunderkiss simply scoffed at XS3's words and turned on his heels, walking off towards the door. Just as he opened it, XS3 silently laughed before stating:

XS3: "Oh yes… There will be blood."

Thunderkiss slammed the door behind him, obviously sick of listening to XS3 talk. All that he knew was that the challenge had been accepted and soon it would be official: Thunderkiss vs. XS3 at Winter's Discontent. What would it mean for Thunderkiss if he won? Redemption. What would it mean for XS3 if he won?

A fitting cap to a controversial career.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Back Coverage: An Effective Defense

[/left]

Credit: Jay Zero and Andrew Starr

[/right]

The scene quickly opens up to Andrew Starr of Entourage walking down the hallway; his back turned to the camera. As he walks, some other foot steps can be heard in the background, and it isn’t long before we find stablemate and friend Jay Zero walk into the picture, breaking into a slow jog towards Starr. He holds onto the Light Heavyweight title as he runs, then yells out to get his attention.

[/center]

Zero: Hey Starr![/color]

He keeps jogging towards him and upon hearing his name, Andy slowly stops and turns around. Once he sees who it is, he smiles and greets him.

[/center]

Starr: Oh, hey Z.

Jay stops jogging and begins to slow down until he’s at a walking pace to Andy.

[/center]

Zero: Hey man, you hear about Freeman?[/color]

Starr: What'd he do this time?[/color]

Zero: Well![/color]

Jay licks his lips and afterwards, out comes a smile onto the face of the arrogant young man.

[/center]

Zero: I don’t think his future with Entourage is very promising if you catch my drift![/color]

Starr: Wait, he’s leaving?

Zero: Not exactly![/color]

Obviously, Jay is excited at spreading these news of joy.

[/center]

Zero: By the looks of things, he’s going to be getting the nice BIG boot right in the ass![/color]

Starr: WHAT?![/color]

Zero: Didn’t you see him shake Senators hand at the Worst. PPV. Ever?! When I told Kiss today he nearly flipped a shit![/color]

Starr: What’s up with all these double crossings and whatnot? Seriously?! That dispute you and Kiss had! XS3 faking an attack on HIMSELF and turning out to be Exemplar? Now Freeman….sheesh. Am I the only trustworthy one in 'Raj?

Zero: Well that’s kind of why I was running around trying to find you, Starr.[/color]

“Uh-oh” signifies the look that comes upon his face.

[/center]

Zero: See, with all these things going on lately, we---Kiss and I---we need to know. Do you still have our backs?[/color]

Starr: Why the hell wouldnt I? Ive never backstabbed anyone who thought they were my friend...[/color]

Quick flashes of El Loco and Dan White come back to him

Starr: Ok, how about I wouldnt do that cause I would much rather have you two as friends then enemies. Of course I have your guys' back.[/color]

Zero: Good! Oh, and if you’re lying to me and I find out, don’t think twice about me snapping your neck into two.[/color]

Jay smiles and lets out a chuckle. Somewhat nervously, Starr responds.

[/center]

Starr: Ha...Ha?[/color]

Zero: Oh, I’m just messing with you. But seriously, don’t pull any stunts on me.[/color]

There is a short moment of silence between the two before Jay remembers what else he was going to ask Starr.

[/center]

Zero: Oh, and since I have a match with Hunter tonight, do you think you could keep a close eye out?[/color]

Starr: Whatcha mean?[/color]

Zero: Like---stand by just in case anything goes down. For some reason I don’t think Hunter is willing to go down cleanly to the true champion tonight.[/color]

Starr: You want me to come out to the ring with you?[/color]

Zero: Oh, no, no. Just watch the match and if you see any funny shit start to happen, come save my ass, ‘k?[/color]

Starr: Yeah, no problem bro! I’ll be there, just give me a wave and I’ll be out in a flash.[/color]

Zero: Alright cool. Well, I better be getting back to the locker room actually, Stef’s waiting for me. I’ll probably see you after the show before I head out.[/color]

Starr: Alright. Later Z-man.[/color]

Jay starts to walk away, but then he turns and starts backpedaling so he can say something to Starr.

[/center]

Zero: Oh and good luck with your match with Dan![/color]

Starr: Haha, thanks bro. I'm sure I have that one in the bag.[/color]

Jay nods and then turns around, walking off of sight. The scene begins to fade out.

[/center]

[BK London]

Segment: A little worse for wear
(Credit: Senator)

As the next segment begins, we're transported, via the magic of the expensive in-house camera system of the ACW Arena to Chairman Gingerdude's office, where Senator Steve Phillips as pacing the floor, and the aformentioned chairman is seen standing in front of his desk, a decidedly aggrivated look on his face.

Gingerdude: I am sorry, is that enough? It's not like I was having the best of nights, myself...

The Senator: No, it is indeed insufficient, an apology by itself will not magically make up for a horrid match, nor will it bring Adrian Flamingo to justice.

Ginger: Then ask for another match.

Senator: No. I am through with his insane games, I am through with Flamingo's strategy of ruining my matches and while revenge is paramount in most situations, here, I think that I would rather move on, let someone else try to get Mr. Competiton to stay in the ring for more than five minutes. He is intentionally sabotaging your pay per view matches, you know...

Ginger: Not as bad as someone else, but I digress. Flamingo should be punished. But I have more pressing matters to attend to, as do you.

Senator: That I do. Both here and elsewhere. I want to defend this International Title at least one more time before the next big event, and I want to do so against new competition, if I can get past XS3, not that I will have a particularly easy time with him, XS3 has defeated me before, but I like to plan ahead for all possible situations. In that case that I succeed tonight, I know there are promising wrestlers out there! I have noticed that one, in particular, Jon Taylor seems to be rising up the ranks rather quickly, and he seems to be the type who would want to wrestle instead of dancing around having a real match. I mean, he DOES call himself Mr. Wrestling...

Gingerdude: Perhaps I can see what can happen.

Senator: Good. Now perhaps I could just have a little conversation with Hunter.

Gingerdude: Do remove yourself from my office before speaking that name again!

Phillips makes a "surrendering" gesture towards the Chairman before backing to the door, and walking out, while Ginger slams his fist down on his desk.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 3: Andrew Starr vs Dan White (Credit: Shikari)


HERE WE ARE, BORN TO BE KINGS, WE'RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE!!
HERE WE BELONG, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL IN A WORLD WITH THE DARKEST POWERS

As "Princes of the Universe" by Queen hits hard, and a hard-hitting, heavy rock instrumental plays over, the arena darkens slightly and green and red lights flash all over the arena. On the background a Welsh Flag faded with the images of Dan fighting and appearing is shown

And here we are, we're the Princes of the Universe
Here we belong, fighting for survival, we've come to be the rulers of you all!

At this point, as the screams echo out, Dan walks out of the curtain wearing a Viking Helmet, and walks down to the ring, to thunderous jeers. He smirks, ignoring them as he walks down the ramp ignoring the crowd.

I am immortal, I have inside me blood of Kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal
Take me to the future of your world!

During this quick riff, Dan enters the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Born to be Kings, Princes of the Universe
Fighting and free, got your world in my hand
I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand
We were born to be Princes of the Universe...

Dan leaps down from the turnbuckle as the music fades, preparing himself for battle..

Are you dead yet by children of the bloom starts as Starr makes his way down the ramp. The bell rings as Andrew gets in the ring and he starts off with a knee to Dan then a few jabs. Starr scoop slams Dan straight onto the mat then brutally stomps the former Entourage member on the chest a few times before backing off. Starr backs off and waits for White to get up and moves around behind him. Starr charges in with a clothesline but Dan ducks it and as he turns hits Andrew with some roundhouse kicks then standing dropkick. The Dragon leg drops Starr a few times then climbs to the top rope, ready to dive. Starr suddenly gets up to surprise Dan but White dives straight onto him! 1…2…KICKOUT! Both men get up and lock up for a few seconds then let go. Dan boots Starr in the gut out of nowhere then hits the spinechiller! Starr sits up holding his neck as White gets up behind him and boots him. Dan grabs Starr by the arm, plays to the fans then knees the back of his elbow twice. Starr rolls over and tries getting up but Dan elbows the arm, trying to work it down. Starr uses his free arm to punch Dan in the face and knees him in the gut a few times before planting him with a bodyguard slam. Starr lifts up Dan’s leg and kicks his leg a few times to weaken it before rebounding off the ropes and landing a falling Starr! White rolls around in pain and climbs up the ropes. Starr runs in with an elbow to the Dragons face and a few punches then finally a clothesline over the top rope.

Starr follows out and backdrops Dan onto the outside before dropping an elbow. Starr boots Dan in the gut up to the barricade then slams his face into it before whipping him back into the ring. Starr climbs up to the top rope and comes off at Dan with a diving elbow, which Dan rolls away from. Starr crashes down into the mat and Dan covers. 1…2…KICKOUT! Dan is first up and when Andrew gets up after him White hits him with a jumping arm breaker then the Dragons curse! Dan gets back to stomping Starr’s arm before locking in an armbar. Starr screams in pain and claws his way to the ropes, trying to get out of the strong hold. The Dragon keeps pulling at Andrew’s arm until he pulls so hard he slips, letting Starr pull away. Both men are up again, ready to fight!

A few punches are traded and Dan plants Starr with a jumping DDT, then works on Starr’s arm again with a few stomps. Andrew crawls to the ropes then stands up letting Dan elbow him then hit a massive bulldog. Dan poses but gets a surprise low blow! Starr stands up behind Dan and atomic drops him although it won’t take him down. Starr grabs Andrew by the chin and puts in a, yep a chin lock! Dan rolls out of it and slips behind Starr, who turns around with a hard right hook. Starr punches Dan to the corner then kicks him down. Starr stomps Dan’s face a few times then knee’s him in the jaw. Andrew says some harsh words to White, who boots him in the gut and uppercuts him on the rise! The Dragon punches Starr to the ropes with some real spirit then whips him away. However on the rebound Andrew ducks and hits an Andrew Starr Lariat! 1…2…3!

Winner: Andrew Starr!

[BK London]

Segment: Still On Top (Credit: Senatorial Stable)

As the scene fades in, the fans once again find themselves in the middle of the Senatorial Office, a location that they have actually started to miss lately, due to its lack of presence in recent times. The Capitalists are both sitting casually on the couch, flipping through magazines, while Ricky Falcon sits in a chair across from them. Hunter is going through the refrigerator as he usually does, while Hughes is looking out a nearby window. The Senator is the only one who seems to have any sort of serious look on his face, and he sits behind his desk with the ACW International Championship resting casually on his desk. He takes a moment to think about what he is going to say, and then begins, forcing everyone (excluding the hungry Hunter) to look at him.

The Senator: It just figures! It figures that Flamingo would take the easy way out yet again...giving me the win. Not that I mind holding this title still, but I want to defend it in a real match, blast it! Shoot, I would not even have minded if Freeman would have somehow inserted himself into that contest, it at least would have been a real title match! It truly is a catch-22, I must defeat Adrian Flamingo in an actual match, but he refuses to put out the effort to make it worthwhile, and as such, is tarnishing my reign...my record setting reign, that is. I mustn't complain too much, really.

Hunter makes his way over with a large ham and cheese sandwich, chewing loudly while letting a few muffled sounds escape from his mouth. The Senatorialites raise a collective eyebrow, and Hunter swallows quickly before repeating.

Hunter: Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm feeling rather proud of myself.

Senator: And you have every reason to be: you are still the ACW World Heavyweight Champion.

Hunter: And I'll stay as such, I assure you.

Senator: I have no doubt. However, enjoyable as that last PPV was, I do wonder one thing...

Hunter: Yes?

Senator: ...was the "take over" really all that necessary?

Hunter's eyes widen, and he drops his sandwich without so much as looking at it. He turns to stare at the Capitalists, who both promptly jump off the couch.

Kalb: I've gotta make som---

Fitsharris: I've got mail to---

Kalb: Take care of---

Fitsharris: Torch---

Both: Important!

And with that, they rush out of the room. Hunter turns slowly back to the Senator.

Hunter: I haven't the faintest idea of what you speak.

The Senator laughs.

Senator: Oh do not worry, Hunter. No one got hurt, and it was indeed a great show. But if I were you, I would not encourage those two to partake in illegal activities with you.

Hunter: What, am I a bad influence?

Senator: Possibly...nay...certainly.

Hunter says nothing for a moment, and then shrugs. He turns back to the kitchen as the Senator continues.

Senator: So, Mr. Hughes, now that you have been the Entertainment Champion for a few weeks, how does it feel to finally be on top of at least one tier in ACW?

Hughes: Being champion has given me a new perspective, it has given me a new goal to strive for.

Falcon: And that goal is?

Hughes: Complete domination, Ricky. Champions are remembered for how they defended their titles, those iconic title defenses that make everyone stand up and take notice and I want to be remembered in this way so I will take on all challengers in order to achieve this goal.

Senator: And you, Mr. Falcon? What are your plans?

Falcon: I plan to sit here and play this for a while.

Senator: Hmm, remember when I thought that I knew someone who could jumpstart your career, so to say? Well, I got back in touch with this particular person, and since I am truly generous, I set up a meeting...

Falcon: Do I gotta go to this thing?

The Senator nods.

Falcon: Fine, I'll go. I guess I'll listen to what this guy wants and consider it.

Senator: Well that certainly sounds promising. Either way, gentlemen, we are still at the top of ACW. We hold all of its main titles, and we shall continue to do so for the foreseeable future. Be proud, because the stable you represent is clearly the one that will stay on top for the remainder of our careers. And that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth.

And with that, he returns back to his work. Falcon and Hughes both nod approvingly, but Hunter is still toying around in the kitchen. Either way, it's still a job well done...

Fade Out