Thursday Night Meltdown December 6th 2007

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown December 6th 2007

Schedule of Matches:
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Libertines vs. Josh The Jersey Boy

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Andrew Starr vs. Jonny Hughes

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Hunter vs. Silenco

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Thunderkiss vs. Latino

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ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship
Jay Zero vs. Adrian Flamingo

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[BK London]

Segment: A Simple Request
(Credit: Senator)

Chairman Gingerdude’s office, as most other major rooms in the ACW Arena, is outfitted with an overhead surveillance camera/audio system. As such, we people in the audience are able to watch, as Steve Phillips makes his way into the Chairman’s Office, setting a small folder on his desk.

Gingerdude: You know, I really am still annoyed by those antics that Hunter and your Capitalists pulled on me.

The Senator: I can hardly blame you, but I also know that you are the consummate professional around here, and I trust that you will deal with me fairly here…I want a rematch.

Ginger: A rematch? I am sorry, but you’re going to have to do better than that.

Senator: Yes, if you watched last Monday, I fought Jon Taylor, and although I pinned him, he had me trapped in that darned Triangle hold, that was not a satisfactory victory, as far as I am concerned.

Ginger: I am not in the habit of re-booking the same match over and over again…perhaps you wish for a submission match?

Senator: No, I want a regular one on one match…but this time, make it for this International Title.

Ginger: You want to risk that?

Senator: Actually, I need to. I need to defend against the best competition possible, and Taylor proved that he is exactly that. Adrian Flamingo had his chances, and constantly blew it, not due to lack of talent, but lack of fortitude…Taylor will give me a competitive match within the restraints of a sportsman’s code of honor, and that is exactly what this belt needs.

Ginger: Very well then, consider it booked for next week. I’ll let Taylor know…

Senator: No. Let me deliver the news.

Ginger: I really would prefer not to.

Senator: I have my reasons, and it would save you time and effort.

Ginger: Fine, but if I let you do this, make it quick, and get out of my office.

Senator: Will do, sir…

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: I can vent too! …yeah. (Credit: Hitman)

As the crowd is ready to settle in and get ready for some exciting action, the opening guitars of "The End of Heartache [Resident Evil Version]" by Killswitch Engage enter the arena with adrenaline. The crowd is split; the cheers can be heard from 60% of the fans while the other 40% consists of thousands of pissed off Thundermaniacs. Sure enough, XS3 makes his way from the back and is met with the reaction from the crowd. He isn't taken aback nor does he embrace it; he just calmly spreads his arms apart and smirks at the crowd. As XS3 begins to make his way down the ramp, he sees some fans reaching for some high-fives. After months of not obliging them, he finally acknowledges them with some high-fives. He rolls under the bottom ropes of the ring and stands on his feet in the middle of the ring. XS3 then mounts onto the second rope and raises his left arm to the fans before hopping down on the canvas. Philip hands him a mic and the music fades; XS3 raises the mic to his mouth and prepares to speak, the smirk slowly fading off of his face.

XS3: "Thunderkiss, I've been as calm and mature about this situation as humanly possible. But there comes a time when everyone has to snap. Tonight is the night. You're not listening to XS3 tonight, sunshine. You're listening to Matthew Keith Irvine, dammit!"

XS3 looks down at the microphone and notices the cover that reads "ACW". With a shrug of his shoulders, he pulls off the cover and tosses it into the crowd. A fan grabs it and gets excited that he gets a souvenir from his trip to Meltdown.

XS3: "Thunderkiss, let me say this very clearly and very slowly so that you can get it through your thick skull: I. WAS. NEVER. SEYMOUR'S. PUPPET. Do I need to spell it crayon for you, sonny Jim? I perfectly explained how Seymour got his worthless carcass into ACW. I went over it with you, detail by detail. And yet, you constantly find new ways to amaze me with your stubbornness. Do you know why I even formed the Entourage with you in the first place? Because you were a man who I called my friend. I turned to you because I chose you as someone who I could rely on when things were turning bleak. But yet, that didn't stop you from putting your filthy meat hooks on my wife, did it? You still persisted on throwing your steroid-injected weight around, telling me who I could and couldn't hang out with. And don't give me any bullshit about me ruining my life because I wouldn't be pointing fingers too quickly. Can you honestly say your life has been any better? You've been injected with steroids, you've got your ass handed to you on a silver platter by Senator, you've only got one genuine eye to see out of and you've been laid out by a fucking wrestler turned guitarist. Don't think I'm the only one with problems, 'crackerjack'."

The XS3 that presented himself in a calm manner to Thunderkiss last week has been replaced by the focused XS3 that was once a dominant force in KWA. …sorry, it's hard coming up with filler in between dialogue.

XS3: "And it's funny that you bring up jealousy in our little war. Weren't you telling AK to divorce Latino so that she could marry you? Way to be, Mr. Hypocrite. And you know what? Maybe I am to blame for all the bullshit in my life. Maybe the pain of being away from home is finally catching up to me. NEWSFLASH! That's why I'm retiring soon, dipshit. Regardless of what anyone thinks, seven years in the business is brutal. You get your fair share of wins and losses but what do you have to show for it? Battle scars? Bloodshed? I'll tell you what, Thunderkiss: Try pledging your undying devotion to a woman only to see them die in front of you, mere weeks before you're scheduled to compete for a championship. If, by some minor miracle, you actually manage to experience that, you can bug me for all eternity."

XS3 now looks up towards the audience and surveys all of the Thundermaniacs that are none too pleased. He nods, knowing that another issue has to be cleared up.

XS3: "I can see I've pissed off a lot of the Thundermaniacs in the audience so I'll wrap up my little tirade… To all of the aforementioned Thundermaniacs… I mean no disrespect to you… But it's time to hop off the bandwagon. The bus broke down and the wheels fell off."

A fat, nerdy-looking guy in the front row speaks up.

Random Internet Smark: "He's done a lot more than you ever will, you fucking loser!"

XS3: "For fuck's sake, why don't you just bend over and let him have his way with you, Tons 'O' Fun?"

Several cries of "OH!" can be heard as the smark slumps down in his seat, embarrassed.

XS3: "…okay, no disrespect except for that guy, heh."

A few laughs can be heard from the crowd.

XS3: "Now then… Go ahead, Thunderkiss. Destroy me at Winter's Discontent. Just remember that it's not going to get you any closer to a chance at that world title. Besides, even if you take sweet pleasure in breaking my arm or dislocating a shoulder, it still won't change the fact that we know what sort of person you are… The sort of person who lets his obsession overwhelm him… The sort of person who relies on nothing more than mind games to get his point across… But above all else, you're the sort of person who is nothing more than a hack, regardless of what his fanbase thinks of him. But you know what? None of it will matter after the PPV. I will be retired and have enough time to be with my wife… And whether you like it or not, I wouldn't have it any other way, you self-absorbed prick."

XS3 lowers the microphone and listens to the reaction. Though it sounds the same as when he entered, the noise has slowly began to rise in volume. XS3 then raises the mic back up to his mouth and speaks.

XS3: "So in the words of Killswitch Engage… 'I will bid farewell and sever the ties.' At Winter's Discontent, it will indeed be farewell… To you, to ACW and to wrestling. Oh yes, Thunderkiss… There will be blood."

"The End of Heartache [Resident Evil Version]" then re-enters the arena and XS3 looks on at the split crowd before exiting the ring and heading back up the ramp. Now we know where XS3 stands on his situation with Thunderkiss… But will the feud get any more tumultuous before it gets calmer?

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: With Any Given Opportunity

Credit: Jay Zero and Andrew Starr

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The shot slowly fades in to a rather uncertain picture. The camera starts to zoom out and everything becomes more clear, revealing the face of ACW’s Chairman, Gingerdude sitting comfortably in his plump leather chair behind a large desk, with hands folded neatly together. The look on his face is one of discontent and uncertainty.

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Ginger: And what exactly is it that I can do for you two gentlemen?

The camera fades out a bit more, and slightly changes it’s point of view, revealing not only Andrew Starr, but the Light Heavyweight Champion Jay Zero as well. Andrew walks up and leans over, putting his hands down on Ginger’s desk.

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Starr: Give me an Entertainment Title shot.[/color]

Ginger: I beg your pardon?

Zero: Come on, Ging! Look at Starr’s record lately! He’s coming off fresh with two wins over Dan White and Shakira! [/color]

Ginger: Shikiri.

Zero: Shikiri?[/color]

Starr: Is it Shikiki?[/color]

Ginger: Wait-no, no it's Shikari.

Starr: Shikari?

Ginger: Yeah, pretty sure that's it.

Zero: Yeah, whatever. Point is, you’re finally putting Starr in matches and he’s blowing right through them! He’s stepped it up lately, so I think it’s time he got something in return. [/color]

Ginger: Like what? A raise? Hah! You aren’t getting a penny out of me!

Starr: No worries Ging. I know that the money you already give us is anything but voluntary.

Ginger nods his head in agreement.

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Starr: But what I want is a chance to really prove myself. Give me my shot at the Entertainment Title.[/color]

Ginger: Tonight?

Starr: Tonight!

“Hah!” yells out Ginger as he breaks into a chuckle. He resituates himself in his chair.

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Zero: What? Why’s that funny? [/color]

Ginger: Come on you guys! I mean—what have you really done to deserve it Starr?

Zero: Well what has Hughes done to deserve getting out of defending it?! Same with Hunter! [/color]

Ginger: Ahh you make a good point towards yourself too, Jay! Why haven’t you defended yet?

Zero: Uh—I-[/color]

Quickly, Starr makes the save for his partner.

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Starr: Because you haven’t given him any competition! That’s why!

Ginger: Well you know, I think we can arrange that! As for you Starr, I have an idea. Since you are already going one on one with Jonny Hughes tonight, I’ll throw a little something onto it for you. You really want the shot?

Starr: Of course!

Ginger: Good, then you’re going to have to earn it.

Zero: No doubt! Starr here can take whatever you want to throw at him! [/color]

Ginger: Alright! So tonight, you’re going to have to earn your shot. Beat Jonny Hughes, and congrats, I’ll name you the number one contender for the Entertainment Title.

Starr: Sweet shit Ginger!

Zero: Nice! Starr, I can see it now! Gold around your waist just like your buddy, Jay Zero! [/color]

The two laugh and Jay adjusts his title belt, centering it around his waist, but just as they thought they got what they wanted----

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Ginger: --But Andrew, if you lose. You get nothing but a loss aside your name for the record books!

Starr: Yeah -- Yeah, I know. Tonights going to be a night of celebration. No questions, no problems. Tonight, I will get my shot at gold.

Ginger: Well good luck with that Andrew.

Starr nods his head, and Jay signals him to go now that they have what they came there for. But just as Jay grasps the handle to the door, Ginger stops them.

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Ginger: Oh, but Jay—before you go!

He turns around and looks at the Chairman.

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Ginger: Do me a favor tonight and unhook that title from around your waist.

Jay looks at Starr who only shrugs his shoulders. He looks back at Ginger with a look of confusion on his face.

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Zero: Uhh---why? [/color]

Ginger: Because, you possibly can’t wrestle a match with that on!

Zero: Wrestle? But wait, Ginger, I have the night off! [/color]

Ginger: Oh, not anymore you don’t. Earlier when you brought up that subject of defending titles, it got me thinking. And you know what sunshine? I think this is going to be a good one! I got the perfect opponent for you.

Zero: Well—who is it? [/color]

At first it sounds as if Jay is a tad bit nervous.

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Ginger: Well you’ve never had the pleasure of facing him yet in your ACW career, so I thought, heck, why not? Tonight you’ll be defending that Light Heavyweight Championship title in the main event---against the “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo!

“Gulp” is the noise that can be heard as Jay is forced to swallow down the shock of Ginger’s announcement.

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Zero: Heh…Fla- …Fla-min-go? [/color]

Ginger: Yes, that’s right. Adrian Flamingo! Now you two better get going. Starr, your match is coming up in a bit, and Jay--heh, Jay it looks like you’ve got to prepare for this title defense!

Starr: Don’t worry about Z, you got that shit in the bag! Ging, I think you should worry more about your Entertainment Champion, ‘cause I’m about to bulldoze through Hughes!

Ginger: We’ll see.

Starr: Lets go Jay!

Starr turns around and walks towards the door. He turns the handle and exits the room, but Jay seems to be frozen in place, contemplating the thoughts of possibly losing his title tonight. He breaks out from this trance and shakes his head, coming back to reality. He scoffs at Ginger and turns around, also exiting the Chairman’s office, and shutting the door behind him. The scene begins to fade out.

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[BK London]

Segment: Hoochadores and Uhmerca (Credit: Flamingo)

: Bud? Gawddammit, Bud, where are ya, boy?

As the scene opened, Adrian Flamingo stared coldly at Gingerdude at the opposite side of the chairman’s desk. Gingerdude returned Adrian’s stare with a smug little grin thrown in for good measure. Flamingo’s stare was broken by an extra 75lbs of dog slumping down on his boots. The big brute, “Bud”, was an English bulldog who Adrian had first met at 8 years old. Now, obviously, this “Bud” was not the same one Adrian had known. Adrian stared down at the dog cynically, while the dog looked up at him with a goofy grin on its face that had its tongue hanging out that side of his mouth.

Adrian Flamingo: Mickey, “Bud” is in here. Could you please take him outside, I doubt our loving Chairman here wants “Bud” to leave him a present or two on his clean carpet.

Mickey Flamingo: Right-o, Addie. Dammit, Bud, leave yer cuzin, Addie alone! Git on out here!

An imaginary dagger was twisted every time Adrian heard Mickey’s southern drawl and he visibly winced at the sound coming from the hallway. Bud slowly stood up off of Adrian’s boots and looked up at Adrian with begging eyes. After observing seconds of indifference, Bud lowered his head and walked out of the office towards the angry voice that had been fussing at him.

Gingerdude: So, Mr. Flamingo, might I ask what this is all about?

Adrian took a nervous look outside the door and turned back to Ginger after he was almost sure that Mickey couldn’t hear him.

Adrian Flamingo: Alright, *sigh*, the man outside is my uncle Mickey and he’s been bugging me about getting him a job for the past few weeks. You see, Mickey wants to be a wrestler and I told him that, at 48 years old, he’s simply too old to train. Logical, right? Well, then Mickey got it in his brain that he could be my manager and then wouldn’t leave me alone about that. I told him that ACW is not looking for managers or interviewers or even fucking caterers but he insisted that if he met you, you wouldn’t be able to resist his “charm” and you’d offer him a contract in a heartbeat. Well, Uncle Mickey is the type of guy that won’t take no for an answer, so I told him I’d bring him down here to meet you and that’s it. He’s going to come in, introduce himself, and then he’s leaving and it’ll be the last we’ll ever hear about it.

Gingerdude smiled and reclined in his huge, leather office chair.

Gingerdude: You know what, Mr. Flamingo, send him in. You have an important match tonight and I have other things that deserve my attention, so I’ll make this short.

Flamingo grinned at Gingerdude and turned around in his chair.

Adrian Flamingo: Mickey! Come on in!

A deep, heavy cackle roared from out of the hallway and into Gingerdude’s office like thunder before a lightning storm. The storm itself was a sight to be seen altogether. Mickey Flamingo strutted into Gingerdude’s office with a big white smile on his face that almost matched the heavy bleach in his hair. A large pink and black feathered boa was draped across the shoulders that were already covered by a silver, sequined robe. Mickey Flamingo got right up to the desk and stuck out his hand to Gingerdude.

Mickey Flamingo: How are ya, doin, Mr. Gingadude? My name is Michael Flanagan but people call me “Miraculous” Mickey Flaming…
Gingerdude practically leapt out of his seat as he grabbed Mickey’s hand with a huge smile on his face.

Gingerdude: Mickey Flamingo, I simply cannot resist your charm! Your nephew Addie over here told me all about you and, I have got to say, you have lived up to every word of it! After the show, get with my people and we’ll write up your contract immediately. “Miraculous” Mickey Flamingo… welcome to ACW!

Mickey Flamingo: Woo! Hawt damn! What’d I tell ya, Addie? Nobody can resist that Flamingo charm! Woo! The Fabulous Flamingos are together in ACW! Bud, Poppa’s got some good news for ya!

Mickey slapped a visibly shaken, wide-eyed Adrian Flamingo on the shoulder on his way out the door to see his little boy, Bud. Gingerdude smirked at Adrian as he came around his office desk.

Gingerdude: I told you I’d make it short. You know, Adrian, all I’ve heard lately from Senator is how he’s tired of you wasting his matches and how you’ve generally been a pain in the ass. Now, this doesn’t help Senator much, but I’m sure he’ll enjoy seeing you pull your hair out in frustration for once. Now, if you’d excuse me, I have a show to run.

Gingerdude opened the door and motioned a still stunned Adrian Flamingo out.

[BK London]

Match 1: Libertines vs. Josh The Jersey Boy (Credit: JJB)

"Time for heroes" by the libertines plays as Libertines moves towards the ring, as he walks down he stares at the fans basking in the cheers. As soon as he slides to the ring "Clint Eastwood" by Phi Life Cypher plays as JJB goes through the stage and stares at Libertines, when he finally reaches the ring he asks for a mic.

JJB: So you're the new kid Libertines?

Libertines points to himself with an assured feeling

JJB: You, really want to win this match don't you? You really want to feel the taste of victory and the sweet smell of my sweat on the ground in agony. Well sorry, to fuck up your plans but I do not plan on losing to a piece of shit like you.

As JJB drops the mic Libertines slams JJB's head into the post, and has he fell down in pain, the bell rings. Libertines locks in the crossface right in the middle of the ring. JJB struggles to get out but unfortunately taps out.

Libertines throws his hands in the air in victory as JJB looks in disbelief that he lost again.

*Scene Fades

[BK London]

OTA Segment: Soon Enough (credit: Hughes/Starr)

Earlier Today…

ACW fades to the parking lot outside the arena. Judging from the amount of natural daylight it is safe to assume that it is a few hours before Meltdown is set to take place. The relative tranquillity is interrupted when a car pulls up in the car park, it gently pulls into a nearby parking space and slowly grinds to a halt. The driver’s side door opens and out steps Jonny Hughes, he is dressed in one of his customary suits and seems to be in high spirits on this day. He slams the door shut and opens the trunk, he grabs a large sports bag and places it on the floor below him before reaching further inside the trunk with a large smile on his face, he pulls his Entertainment Title out and rests it gently on his shoulder before slamming the trunk door shut, picking up his sports bag and heading for the back door to the ACW Arena. Hughes makes his way through the hallways of the arena before arriving at the door to The Senatorial Stable locker room, he pulls a key out of his jacket pocket and places it in the lock before gently turning it to open the door. He flicks on the light switch and throws his key onto the table in the seating area, he gently places his title on the couch next to the table before heading for the locker room area with his sports bag in tow. The camera remains fixed on the door to the locker room as we hear the sounds of Hughes opening his locker and re-arranging its contents. We then hear some footsteps headed towards the door before we see Hughes re-emerge form the locker room, he makes an effort to pull the door closed before turning his attention towards the seating area. A slight smirk spreads across his face as he does so.

??: It’s beautiful isn’t it?

The camera moves to show Andrew Starr stood in the center of the room, cradling the Entertainment Title in his arms as he gazes at it.

Hughes: I’d like to think so.

Hughes slowly takes off his jacket as Starr gazes at the title. His fascination seems to bring some amusement to Hughes who smirks at Starr.

Hughes: You should be cherishing these few moments that you have it, for they will be the only ones you spend together if I have my way.

Starr: If I were you, I wouldn't act too confident there. In case you havent taken notice, I'm the hottest thing in ACW right now.

Hughes: I wouldn’t consider wins over Shikari and Dan White hot stuff, no disrespect intended to those two people. Well, maybe Dan, but you know that those two aren’t in my league. Now, if you please?

Hughes holds out his hand to Starr who chooses to ignore.

Starr: You can have it back... For now. Because there isnt a doubt in my mind that it will be in my hands again very soon.

Starr hands the Entertainment Title back to Hughes, he uses the sleeve to wipe his title. He closely inspects it before continuing.

Hughes: You seem pretty confident Mister Starr. I wouldn’t let that get to my head if I was you.

Starr: Sounds like I’m not the only one who is over confident.

Hughes chuckles to himself at Starr’s comment.

Hughes: Over-confident? No Andrew, this is not mere confidence. This is natural fact. All the signs point towards a victory for me tonight.

Starr: We’ll see about that. All the signs I can see point to me kicking your ass tonight, straight up.

Hughes loudly laughs at this statement, which takes Starr by surprise.

Hughes: What signs are these? And what language are they written in?

Starr: These are the signs that say I have a distinct weight and experience advantage over you, among other things...

Hughes walks towards Starr so that the pair are face to face.

Hughes: You may be thirty pounds heavier than me, and you may have held more titles than me in this company. But that won’t stop me from fucking you up later tonight. In fact, I’m going to make a bold prediction, not only will I win tonight but I’ll tell you exactly what move I’ll win with.

Starr scoffs at Hughes’ arrogance.

Starr: And what move is that?

Hughes: That move will be the Texas Cloverleaf. You can try and think up all the fancy little counters for it in these next few hours but that won’t change the fact that tonight you will be tapping out to the Cloverleaf and I will be victorious.

There are a few moments of silence during which Hughes and Starr stare intently at each other.

Hughes: Now if you’d please leave my locker room, I have important business to attend to.

Starr stares at Hughes for a few seconds before smirking and turning towards the door. He looks back at the Entertainment Title and then Hughes before leaving the room.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: The Dawn of the light (Credit: Silencio)

Darkness. Wet, Damp, and cold. A feeling of hatred, sorrow, and suicidal porportions. The scene is in an apartment room. The room is very dark, no has seemed to put on the lights as two windows shine some bits of light. The digital clock reads "7:34 PM" in red. The eerie feeling of death can be felt from even outside of the room. He hear the sounds of drinking, as the camera pans throughout the entire room. The camera finds a lit candle on a coffee table next to a couch and small television. The sounds of drinking are still heard as the camera zooms out, showing a man drinking from an alcholholic drink, probably vodka. There are two other vodka bottles on the floor, broken and shattered, with pieces of glass surrounding the coffee table. We zoom in on the man, who is obviously of Spanish decent. The man has dark blue eyes, as those eyes are flowing tears. The man is somewhere around the six foot height area, and looks well built. The man is wearing a black wife beater and blue jeans, as he downs the entire vodka bottle yet again, throwing it to the wall. The bottle shatters on impact, as the man starts to choke on something. The man then falls onto the coffee table, spewing out vomit. The man starts vomiting for a while as he stops, and starts spitting out the rest of it. He stops spitting, staring at his vomit

- Aqui.....to mi vida chunga...
(Here's.....to my crappy life...)

The mans starts to spit out more vomit as the man then begins to vomit yet again. He starts spewing it all out as he stops.

- Nadie....cuidados acerca de mí. ..no uno...debe tiene aún me sabe...
(No one....cares about me...no one...should even know me...)

The man spits out the rest of the vomit as he picks himself up from his ruined coffee table. The man is very dizzy, staggering from left to right. The man then goes to the middle of the room, and falls to his right. The man gets up on his hands, and looks at the ground, spitting up more vomit. The man stares at the floor, trying to regain his vision. The man than just stops looking at the floor, and gets up. The man looks up at the ceiling of his room, as a noose hangs from the top of the ceiling. The noose, the object that has single handedly taken more lifes than most of the current human race has, was thought to be his only way out of this depression of his. The man got up on a wooden box, which elevated him head first to the noose. The man just stares at the noose, reminiscing about his childhood

- ¿Por qué fui dado yo esta vida?
(Why was I given this life?)

The man flashes back to his first memory, the orphange. Back then, he was the only spanish kid on the orphange. All the other kids use to make fun of him, calling him "Alien", "Wetback" and "the Stupid Spick". The people running the orphange could have cared less about that kid. Screw that fucking wetback, why give him an education? Why tell him who his parents once were? Why teach him the english language? Fuck that, let the damned alien learn on his own.

He never did...

The man never got an education, once he turning eighteen and left the orphange, he looked for a job. The orphange never payed for college, or any shit like that. The most the man ever got was working as a janitor in a McDonalds making six dollars an hour. The man never knew who his parents were. Never there name, there spanish origin, why they left him, how old they were, nothing. The man had no family, no friends, and it's kinda hard to make friends in this world when you have barely any knowledge of the widely spoken English Language. The man had ran up bills, rarely ever paying rent, and had lived out on the streets for years of his life. The man was going to call it quits, end his life when he saw something...

Alpha Championship Wrestling

Wrestling, the man knew little about wrestling, but it looked like fun to him. The man found an ad in a paper he stole from a newstand of ACW making it's way to San Antonio to recruit rookies with a bright future. Considering the man's future wasn't bright at all, he took a risk. He quit his job and went to the training facility. The man found wrestling very fun, but he had no prior experience to sports. The man's words were translated every single day, with a translator at the facility. Ironically, the man learned some English at the facility, overhearing conversations and trying to piece out what they said. It never worked out about eighty five percent of the time, but at least he understood some of the basics of the language. The man impressed the officials, due to the fact that he had a good talent at wrestling, with no clue of wrestling. The man was put on call back and returned home, only to find out that he wasn't accepted to ACW. There was some other stuff in smaller print, but the man had no clue what it said. The man's life than went onto a downward spiral, drinking, smoking, doing drugs, and robberies were a daily part of his life. None of these things ever improved the mood of the man, as he had reoccuring thoughts of killing himself

- Sé lo que hago...
(I know what I'm doing...)

The man touches the noose

- ¡He sido golpeado, he sido aplastado, he sido deprimido, y he sido rehuido para mi vida entera. ..esto es donde termina! (I've been beaten, crushed, depressed, and shunned for my entire life...this is where it ends!)

The man puts his head through the gap in the noose and wraps it around his neck. He ties it tightly, shedding a tear in the process. The man gives in a breath and slides the wooden box away

The noose breaks and falls from the ceiling, landing on the man's head. Cruel fate has just laughed at him, the suicide that he's been plotting since Day one has been a farce all along!

A knock is heard at the door

Person - Hello? Anyone in there?

The man's head darts to his door. It must be his landlord, coming for his rent to be payed. The man sighs and rips the noose off his neck and walks to the door and opens up. A man in a suit is seen in the doorway, as the man in the suit hands the suicidal man a letter

Person - Congradulations, consider yourself lucky.

The man in the suit walks away as the suicidal man closes the door, looking at the note. He opens up the letter and takes out a piece of paper. The man turns the paper right side up and reads it

¡Sr.Silencio de Congradulations! ¡Nuestra carta dijo que usted weren'taccepted a ACW, pero a un aprendiz rompió unforunately su pierna derecho, y no puede venir con nosotros! ¡La carta dijo también que si cualquier descensos de aprendiz que vienen a ACW para cualquier razón, que usted sería permitido venir con nosotros! ¡No se preocúpe por agarrar un vuelo al Sede de ACW, dos de nuestras la mayoría de los empleados confiados vendrán a su casa/apartamento y los toma con usted!

(Congradulations Mr.Silencio! Our letter said that you weren'taccepted to ACW, but a trainee unforunately broke his right leg, and cannot come with us! The letter also said that if any trainee declines coming to ACW for any reason, that you would be allowed to come with us! Do not worry about catching a flight to ACW Headquarters, two of our most trusted employees will come to your house/apartment and take them with you!)

The man falls down to the floor unconciously

FIN

[BK London]

Segment: Short. Simple. End.

Credit: Andrew Starr

We cut backstage, well we can only assume it to be backstage. Really, we have a close up of one Andrew Starr, straight show at his eyes. An extremely dull green set of eyes seemingly pierces through the camera, attacking the soul of those who are viewing this program. The hardness in the eyes is surprising, even for Starr. A couple seconds pass before Andrew's voice can be heard in what is a short and simple message.

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Starr: Hughes. Tonight, I earn my title shot. See you in the ring.[/color]

Thats it. No nonsense tonight. Starr's eyes continue to glare into the screen. Starr blinks and the camera cuts out to black.

End Segment.[/i]

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Segment: “ACW Zombies - Part 3" Credit: T-Kiss

[Huddled in the outer rim of ACW arena, Eddie Edison and his newfound guardian angel Jill Valentine count their blessings as they have escaped the Thunder Nemesis ... for now. Trying to make sense of the events transpiring around him, Eddie Edison has now experienced a full blown mental breakdown. Though Jill would love otherwise, Eddie refuses to move until she tells him the truth about her and the events that surround him. Reluctantly she agrees and quickly gives him the bare bones rundown.]

Jill Valentine: Ricky Falcon, your friends ... they have been infected with the T-Virus. It is a virus that operates similarly to most other viruses, but also has the abilities to animate dead tissue, to substantially mutate its host, and to infect nearly any tissue in any type of host. It animates dead tissue by killing and replacing any mitochondria in infected cells, and then combining with these cells to produce enough energy for motor and lower brain functions. By doing this, most of the bodies systems, such as the circulatory or respiratory systems, are made redundant.

[Eddie scratches his head for a moment as he tries to digest every last word Jill said to him. Unfortunately, his comprehension skills flew the coup hours ago and won’t be coming back any time soon.]

Eddie Edison: What the HELL did you just say?

Jill Valentine: It makes people zombies, OK?! If you contract this virus, you will die and your body will reanimate itself with one soul purpose - to crave human flesh.

Eddie Edison: This is INSANE! Who would create such a thing!?!

[With a serious look Jill responds with one simple word, the mere mention of which almost causes her to body to vomit in repulsion.]

Jill Valentine: Umbrella.

Eddie Edison: What? Who?

Jill Valentine: *Sigh* .. You don’t get out much, do you? The Umbrella Corporation Umbrella Corporation is a bioengineering and pharmaceutical company. It is a major international player in a number markets including pharmaceuticals, medical hardware, computers, cosmetics and consumer products ... or so they would have you believe. Unknown to many, they are major distributers in defense and bio weapons, hence the reason for the creation of the T-Virus.

Eddie Edison: So why are they here in ACW of all places?!

Jill Valentine: That’s what I’m here to find out, however, I have a few theories about that question myself. Umbrella has always been interested in making the perfect bio weapons, a fusion of both man and genetics. Genetics is what the specialize in, however the man part, that’s where they need to outside their walls. Pro wrestling ... musclebound men and women who specialize in fine tuning their bodies to perfection. What possibly could be better a test subject in their eyes?

Eddie Edision: Those ..bastards.

Jill Valentine: You can say that again friend. I sincerely believe your organization was invited here to Raccoon City for this very reason and now you see the results of their plan.

[Suddenly realizes that she has risked life and limb for this stranger and doesn’t even know his name.]

Jill Valentine: Say, what’s your name anyway friend?

Eddie Edison: Eddie .. Eddie Edison.

Jill Valentine: Well Eddie, its nice to meet you, but we need to get the hell out of here right -

ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[The sound of many moans interrupts Jill’s train of thought. That’s her cue to get moving and that’s exactly what she does. Eddie doesn’t ask anymore questions for he takes her for her word, and honestly, what other choice does he have? Hell, the walking dead surround him, a thought hours ago that would have been insane.

Together they high tail it through the business office’s double doors and make their way past Gingerdude’s famous office. As they do so, a large clunk comes from the other side and Edison’s curiosity gets the best of him. Hopefully, he wont end up as a cat as his hands reach out and pull it open.]

Jill Valentine: NO!

[It’s too late. The door whooshes open and there is the Chairman of the company, looking as dead as a doornail. Mouth wide open, he lunges at Edison and easily takes him off his feet!]

Zombie Gingerdude: OARGH! BRAINS!

Eddie Edison: JILL... HELP!

[Valentine aims her gun at zombie Gingerdude’s head and squeezes the trigger. Nothing happens. Her index finger squeezes it again and again and still it doesn’t fire. Horrified, she then suddenly realizes that she is out of bullets. As her hands reach deep into her pockets for ammo, she suddenly comes to a complete stop as a very familiar voice echos out of the Chairman’s office.]

?: My, my, my. What a time to run out of bullets Valentine.

Jill Valentine: WESKER!

[Out from the darkness walks Albert Wesker, draped in black right down to his sunglasses. Jill instantly takes a few steps backward out of pure instinct and fear. Meanwhile, Eddie Edison struggles to keep Gingerdude from sinking his teeth into him, a task that appears less successful by the second.]

Albert Wesker *smiling*: It’s been a long time Valentine.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[BK London]

Segment: The Assassin WILL be heard (Credit: Shikari)

The Silent Assasin Jin is sitting in a dark room with a punching bag. The entire room is bear except for a shirt hung up on the back wall, clean black. Jin hits a few jabs then a strong knee on the bag before backing off. He strafes around the bag and kicks it a few times before round housing it high into the air. The bag swings and slows down steadily as Jin pulls a chair out of the darkness. She sets it up and sits down exactly as the bag stops.

Jin: Hello ACW audiance, I am Jin, here to show you why I am worthy of being champion, again. I have fought all my life, i'm faster then Jay Zero, stronger then Starr, I can do more moves then Senator. So why do they get the glory? Why not me? I have had hardship all my life, my father was murderd, my mother is in a home. So what do I do? I fight! I let people know that I exist and can make a difference. Some people take me as a joke, well guess what? I AM NOT!

Jin jumps up and mule kicks the bag.

Jin: Nothing will stop me, nobody will stop me, I am invinsible. You can fight me, but you can't survive me.

[BK London]

"Teaser Two" (Credit: ??)

A black screen appears with a shadowed silhouette standing in the background.

Voice: If the first one wasn't enough for you, then tough. You get more. More confusion. More imagination as to who is behind this. Do you know who it is? Do you think you're right? I can tell you one thing. The answer is in the code...err gibberish. Look closely. Think hard. Put it together. The clues are all there.

More texts and hidden clues cross the screen.

"a98sd7f98Elk4;1j23;l4kmas08d97fpl132kj4esa0d-f89r32,lmn41o-09as80cfr124,3m"

"09asd8fIk2l13j4;nsa0d9f8t;lq2kje4r0das9f8r;12lk3j4nsa0d9f8akwqjertl;k23"

"VII.XXIX.MMVI"

"987098IX2341234XXX983475928034MMVI870987"

"Next Fallout...12/7/2007"

The clues leave the screen.

Voice: Have you gotten the clues? Do you need any hints? You might get some later tonight.

The shadowed silhouette disappears, leaving much to everyone's imagination.

[BK London]

Segment: “Club Thunderkiss” Credit: T-Kiss

[First it was energy drinks, now its night clubs. As long as it can make money, any idea is worthwhile to the Thunderman. However, this latest project is a bit more special to himself than all the rest. Being a club connoisseur for many years, it has been his own personal goal to create the ultimate night club, one that would be leaps and bounds above the others. As he now stands high above his creation on its’ third floor, he can’t help but think that he has. Just a few hours ago the club doors opened and already the lower floor is filled to capacity. Not only is TK on cloud nine at the moment, his business partner in his venture is as well. From behind Thunderkiss he approaches, his smile a mile wide.]

W.C.W.: So what do you think Kiss?

Thunderkiss: I think this place has some style Willy, that’s what I think!

W.C.W.: I’d have to say that’s the general opinion. We have a line outside that goes down to the next block and back.

Thunderkiss: Make sure that LeeRoy only lets the A list in Willy. The last thing we want to be known for is riff raft clientele.

-MEANWHILE AT THAT VERY MINUTE-

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Club Patron: My brother in law’s cousins friend knows Britney Spears.

LeeRoy Jenkins: Sounds good to me! Step inside miss!

-BACK INSIDE THE CLUB-

[Thunderkiss has moved down onto the club’s floor where he now commands a place on the sound stage. Looking out into the crowd he sees nothing but looks of excitement and feeding off their energy he begins to light everyone up with his words.]

Thunderkiss: Ladies and gentlemen ... WELCOME TO CLUB THUNDERKISS! For the past few years I have visited and partied in some of the best clubs that LA has to offer. One day it hit me ... why not open one of my own? I mean after all, when it comes to throwing a party, who better than the Thunderman right?!

Crowd *cheering*: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Thunderkiss: Club Thunderkiss will not take back seat to any club on the strip baby! You want music? I will give you only the best! You want girls? If my girls don’t give you an erection on sight, well, I’ll give you your money back! You want booze? My bar is overflowing with liquid happiness on a grand scale! Look folks, I can sit up here all night and tell you just how great this club is, but instead of doing that, why not let you experience it for yourself!



[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 2: Andrew Starr vs. Jonny Hughes Credit: T-Kiss, Jay Zero & Jonny Hughes

..::ACW::.. ANDREW STARR VS. JONNY HUGHES ..::MELTDOWN::..

-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by FALLOUT! That’s right bitches, we bought ad time on your show! – Tune into Fallout TOMORROW or else! *-

Jonny Hughes
Age: 21
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Hometown: Hartlepool, England

Andrew Starr
Age: 29
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 250
Hometown: Kelso, Washington

’Cult of Personality’ begins to play over the AlphaTron to a chorus of boos from the fans as Jonny Hughes steps out onto the stage and poses for the fans before heading down to the ring. He slides into the ring and poses for the fans before removing his jacket and draping his towel over the turnbuckle as he awaits the start of the match.

Lights quickly blink out, and the opening chords of "Are You Dead Yet?" by Children of Bodom blare through the Alphatron. Strobe lights blink in time with the bass of the song, primarily in time with the drummers strikes. The first scream from Alexi Laiho rings loud as the primary lights begin to come back on.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Main lighting flickers on and off along with the guitar riffs as the intro continues for a few seconds longer before leading into the lyrics. Several spotlights circle into center stage, where Andrew Starr is standing with his back to the crowd. His arms are flung outwards from his body, and head tilted up. Spinning around to face the ring, he taunts opponents and those in attendance as he makes his way to the ring. Starr reaches the ring by now and has rolled in. He crackes the joints in his neck, and jumps back and forth a bit to keep himself moving. The music dies out and Starr settles in ready to wrestle.[/center]

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Starr and Hughes go to lock up in the middle of the ring and it’s the grappler Hughes that takes the early advantage. He lowers himself and trips Starr down to the mat and then combos with an ankle lock. Starr quickly makes his way to the ropes and Hughes gives him a clean break. However, as soon as the coast is clear, Hughes swings around and NAILS Starr right on the side of the face with a ROARING ELBOW! Starr instantly spits up some blood and Hughes continues his attack. He latches onto Starr and picks him up and then back down with a spinebuster! Hughes runs towards the ropes and bounces back with a ODE TO DYNAMITE ... but Starr moves! Hughes hits the mat face first and Starr gets back into the thick of things with a countering FALLING STARR! Hughes gets blasted between the eyes and Starr combos with a chinlock! Hughes struggles to break free but it isnt until he reaches back and grabs the back of Starr’s head and brings it down for a jawbreaker that he escapes!

MATCH MIDPOINT: During the midpoint of this match up, Starr commands control as he leaps off the top rope with a double axe handle. However, Hughes backs up causing Starr to miss! A dazed Starr gets hooked by Hughes and he takes him up and over a few times with THE PERFECT SERIES! Starr gets hit with the fisherman’s brainbuster and the referee registers the pin! Hughes only gets a two count and the match continues. Hughes drives a few hard strikes into the chest of Starr but each one is actually making Starr more angry than the last. Andrew blocks Hughes’ last strike and then sends him flying into the ropes after hooking his arm. Hughes bounces back and Starr nails him with a perfect leaping dropkick! Both feet go crashing into Hughes’ chest, instantly knocking the wind out of him! Starr sees this and takes advantage with a pin attempt! He also gets a two count! Hughes gets picked up but he quickly bats Starrs hands away and returns with a headbutt! Upon impact Starr instantly covers up and Hughes goes on the attack.

MATCH ENDING: But then something grabs the attention of the many people in attendance! They begin to boo as our attention is turned towards the rampway where Stefanie Collins is running down towards the ring. Andrew Starr is still locked in the Texas Cloverleaf, and Jonny Hughes has no idea what’s going on here.

The referee turns around and runs over to the ropes, stopping Stefanie from entering the ring. She begins to argue with the referee, which causes an uproar in the crowd.

McNally: What’s SHE doing out here?

TAP TAP TAP TAP!

Andrew Starr taps out! But—the referee isn’t there to see it! Just then, a black figure hops the security barricade. The camera barely catches the face of this man, the the crowd all realize who it is when we see his 5’ 10” tall frame slide into the ring and then unleash the object in his hands onto the side of Jonny Hughe’s face!

~CRACK!~

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Hughes goes down hard, barely even able to grasp his head. While the shock sinks in, it takes everyone a second to recognize the Light Heavyweight Champion, Jay Zero standing over the fallen Entertainment champion inside the ring, holding his title in hand. Zero tosses his Light Heavyweight Title out of the ring quickly, and motions for his partner Andrew Starr to get up. Starr takes some time to recover from that hold that was wrecking away at his back, but he quickly tries to shake it off in order to finish the job.

Stefanie continues to argue, yell, and do whatever it takes to keep the referee distracted. Jay has already lifted Hughes up to his feet, and has begun to hold his dazed body up in place. Starr thinks quickly and backpedals to the ropes, rebounds off and sprints forward. At exactly the right time, Jay pushes Hughes forward, right into an Andrew Starr Lariat that turns him INSIDE OUT! Hughes’ neck slams hard against the mat, but that isn’t all. Jay quickly jumps on the offense and sprints towards the ropes. He jumps up and springboards off the second rope hitting the Zero Gravity. He quickly rolls out of the ring and this allows Starr time to jump on the cover. Stefanie hops off the apron, having done her job. The referee turns around and sees the pinfall taking place and dives to the mat to make the count.

1….

2….

3!

DING DING DING!

And just like that, Entourage has stolen a victory away from Jonny Hughes and the Senatorial Stable. “Are You Dead Yet” by Children of Bodom hits the PA as Philip stands up to announce the winner.

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Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall and the NEW Number One Contender for the Alpha Championship Wrestling Entertainment Championship Title! Andrew! STAAARR!

Jay jumps up from his kneeling position where he was hiding for the three count and immediately bursts out in laughter as he walks over to meet Stefanie. Starr throws his arms up in total disbelief as he quickly slides out of the ring to go meet up with his friends. All three of these people were in on the plan, and by the look on Jonny Hughes’ face right now, he is going to seek revenge on these three. The scene begins to fade out.

[/center]

[BK London]

Segment: I Can't Live With You (Credit: Hunter)

The scene slowly begins to fade in, and at once the fans shield their eyes, simply because it had been a rather long period of time since they had seen Hunter and his beloved championship belt...and surely enough, the shiny wonder appears on the screen with its master in a matter of seconds, and the fans must wait until the belt itself is a rather large length away from the screen, and the camera is more focused on Hunter. When they presume this happens, they turn back to the screen, seeing Hunter travel down the most familiar of ACW's hallways, that being the one that leads to Ginger's office. Hunter has a slightly nervous look on his face, if only because he is considering the possibility of the past catching up with him in the form of Ginger finally enacting legal action on him. He knocks on the door carefully, until a familiar voice beckons him inside.

Ginger: Oh come in already.

Hunter pushes the door open and enters, shutting it behind him. He adjusts the title on his shoulder and yawns, falling down into Ginger's chair and propping his feet up onto the table. Ginger simply sighs.

Hunter: So how can your favorite World Champion help you on this fine evening?

Ginger: Well, strangely enough, what I need you to do for me has to do with that very title.

Hunter's inner feelings of worry now exfoliate out of him.

Hunter: ...oh?

Ginger: It's come to my attention that you have not defended your title since you faced AK at the Best. PPV. Ever., correct?

Hunter: ...if that's what you're told, yes.

Ginger: And I already have you booked for the PPV in a non-title match, right?

Hunter: ...yes...

Ginger: So that means you haven't had the opportunity to defend this month, although you should.

Hunter: ...well...I...

Ginger: Stop with the fucking slow talk.

Hunter blinks.

Hunter: I suppose I haven't.

Ginger: For some asinine reason, I'll give you the chance to choose this opponent as long as you defend against him, her, or it---

Hunter's eyes light up, but Ginger shakes his head promptly.

Ginger: By Winter's Discontent.

Hunter sighs.

Ginger: I feel that's only fair.

Hunter: Well...yeah, I guess.

Ginger: Have anyone in mind?

Hunter begins to play over the entire roster in his head, but no good name comes out. But to him, a good name is one he can beat that Ginger would feel is worthy of fighting for the championship. After a few silent moments, Hunter shrugs.

Ginger: Well just keep that in mind, then. You've got a match to go to.

Hunter's eyes light up again, and a wide grin crosses his face.

Hunter: Silencio.

Ginger: Yes, that's who you're wrestling. Honestly, I'm surprised you remember.

Hunter: No no. That's who I'm defending against.

Ginger says nothing for a moment, but soon releases his tension with one very, very long sigh.

Ginger: Hunter, I---

Hunter: Hey hey hey, he hasn't even wrestled yet, right?

Ginger: I---

Hunter: So you have no idea how talented he is! For all you know, he could beat me and become the new champion! Can you imagine the ratings and the buy rates? THE HEADLINES!?

Hunter jumps out of the chair and throws his hand forward, moving it along as he talks.

Hunter: "Random Newb PWNs Champion - Company Profits Are Huge!"

Ginger says nothing.

Hunter: This is the opportunity of a life time for this kid. Who are you to doubt El Silencio anyway? He's damn strong! He's gonna keep me away from that beloved 100th win of mine!

Ginger simply waves him off.

Ginger: Fine, fine, just get out of here before I change my min---

Hunter does not need a single word more, and he quickly rushes over to the door...but stops when Ginger calmly calls out for him. He slowly turns around with that same cocky look on his face as before.

Ginger: But next time, you won't get so lucky.

Hunter scoffs.

Hunter: There won't BE a next time, Ginger. This spectacle of human flesh is surely going to take my title from me!

And with that simple statement, Hunter quickly exits the room, leaving Ginger in his office, shaking his head restlessly. There are those days when he regrets everything he has ever done...

Fade Out

[BK London]

"Need Some Help" (Credit: ??)

The gibberish clues from Warfare and earlier tonight start to flash on the screen.

Voice: I figured you would need some help. After all, it's not every day that someone gets to return like this.

The codes start to cycle until it stops on one particular clue.

"893alskdjf;l76l;askdjf9482Meltakl;sjf;lkjdf;laksjflkpoiu897down130487987"

"a219847dsjf;lk3alk;s09834790djfs;l"

"kadjsf;lk2019038276409ja;lkhuopiy8706706sdfkljad;lkfj"

As soon as the clue appears on the screen, several letters and numbers becoming illuminated.

"893alskdjf;l76l;askdjf9482Meltakl;sjf;lkjdf;laksjflkpoiu897down130487987"

"a219847dsjf;lk3alk;s09834790djfs;l"

"kadjsf;lk2019038276409ja;lkhuopiy8706706sdfkljad;lkfj"

Shortly after they illuminate, they disappear and the cycle begins again. It slowly stops on another clue.

"VII.XXIX.MMVI"

"09asd8fIk2l13j4;nsa0d9f8t;lq2kje4r0das9f8r;12lk3j4nsa0d9f8akwqjertl;k23j4ias0dtfu8il;k231j4oskaldjfnal;skjf9ial234njl-8907adf"

Just a few letters illuminate on this clue.

"09asd8fIk2l13j4;nsa0d9f8t;lq2kje4r0das9f8r;12lk3j4nsa0d9f8akwqjertl;k23j4ias0dtfu8il;k231j4oskaldjfnal;skjf9ial234njl-8907adf"

The clue quickly dissolves.

Voice: You've received enough clues. If you can't make a guess. Wait for Fallout. Your question will finally be answered.

Fallout flashes on the screen for a moment and then stops.