Thursday Night Meltdown January 17th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown January 17, 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Jin vs. The Libertines

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ACW International Championship
Jon Taylor vs. Jason Freeman

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Rattlesnake vs. Atomic Kitsune

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ACW Entertainment Championship
Jonny Hughes vs. Andrew Starr

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Hunter, BK London, and The Senator vs. Jake Cheng, Adrian Flamingo, and Thunderkiss

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[BK London]

FIVE.

FOUR.

THREE.

TWO.

ONE.


The ACW feed comes in and without any further ado the pyro show that is the ACW introduction lights up the arena as the fans go absolutely nuts, cheering at the top of their lungs. The camera pans through the crowd and we get a brief shot of some signs in the audience. Finally we cut to the final HUGE explosions of pyro at the top of the stage and as the smoke begins to clear, Meltdown is on it’s way with a opening segment you’d be nuts to miss.

[BK London]

Opening Segment: Ginger's Announcement (Credit: BK London, Jake Cheng, Thunderkiss, The Senator, Adrian Flamingo, Hunter)

Briefly after the fireworks show that opens up the show, we hear the very familiar music that has plagued ACW for so long in the form of 'Ginger's Theme'. A mixed reaction from the crowd as Gingerdude makes his way down to the ring with his signature strut, much more powerful, egotistical, and manly than a strut of a certain billionaire if you can believe that.

He steps up onto the apron and looks over at Phillip with a penetrating glance, and once the ring announcer feels the Chairman's presence he quickly scurries over and holds open the ropes. "About time", Ginger says before stepping through the ropes and demanding a microphone. His music eventually dies down and so does the crowd before he actually speaks.

Ginger: You know, it's been a while since I've come out to this ring, to address the people - the fans, and there's a very good reason why I haven't done so. You see, the simple fact of the matter is that everytime I come out here, I am interrupted by someone, or something. Even when I'm in the back, doing paperwork - adding up revenue, creating matches, signing contracts, making deals - I am always interrupted. So you know what? Before that can happen again, I'm going to make this announcement very VERY short and sweet. You see, withing a few months ACW will -

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HELLO BROOKLYN!

And it seems that there will be no exception to the interruption of Chairman Gingerdude as BK London makes his way out to the stage to the pulsating beats of "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z. The fans go absolutely ga-ga for the former ACW Heavyweight Champion as he walks down to the ring, attired in his ring gear for his match later on tonight.

He steps into the ring and Gingerdude is just about to lash out at him, but BK grabs the mic away from him before he can even utter a word. BK's music dies down, and he's the one on the mic now.

BK London: Gingerdude, Gingerdude, now - I'm sorry for interrupting your possibly ground breaking announcement, BUT - I just have to question your booking skills.

Ginger mouths "my booking skills?", simply because he doesn't have a mic to say it.

BK London: Yes, your booking skills. You see, while you did create a huge main event for tonight - the fans don't want to BK London, The Senator, and Hunter go up against Jake Cheng, Thunderkiss, and Adrian Flamingo.

Ginger: They don't?

BK London: No, of course not man. What the fans want tonight, is a main event that is bigger than that. The fans want to see BK London go one on one against Adrian Flamingo in a ....wait for it....wait for it...HARDCORE MATCH!

This statement gets a pop of epic proportions, and soon enough each and every fan is chanting "B-K London!".

BK London: Think about it Ginger, you give the fans what they want tonight, and the ratings will go sky high. It's the match that everyone wanted to see for nearly half a year, make the match, and I guarantee we'll be the top rated show of the week - NO - month - HELL! this will be the highest rated show in ACW HISTORY!

Gingerdude thinks about it, he knows he'll be compromising one of the big matches for the Ragnarok PPV, but knows there's enough star power behind it to keep the buyrates high. He comes to a conclusion, but not before he is interrupted by the music of Jake Cheng. “Second to None” by Styles of Beyond plays shortly until Jake is on the stage, a microphone already in hand.

Jake: BK, buddy, listen. If anyone deserves to be in the main event, it definitely isn’t you. Why don’t you go ask Libertines for your dignity back, and then we will talk.

Jake slides into the ring and the audience gives several “Oooooohs” and “BURNS!”; London just stands there, taking it.

Jake: Ginger, you have to look at it from the crowd's perspective. The crowd here is really interested in what will happen between Hunter and me next. They would much rather see me beat down on that tool, instead of watching BK London lose in yet another main event. I mean, aren’t you guys dying to know how I kept the title from blowing up? Well, you see there is a funny story, involving---

And then on cue the PA system interrupts Mr. Cheng with everyone’s favorite melody, that being "God of Thunder!"

Thunderkiss *yelling*: HOLD UP! Hold the phone!

[Usually when TK ventures down the isle he is all smiles as he plays it up to the fans. Tonight is another story. Literally enraged at what is going on in the ring right now, he marches straight down to the squared circle, barely containing his anger as he does so. Practically throwing himself into the ring, he narrowly misses bumping into BK London, a man whom he

Thunderkiss: Step aside cripple.

[BK doesn’t take TK’s insult well and begins to move toward him causing Gingerdude to quickly step between the two men. As BK urges Gingerdude to get out the way, Thunderkiss manages to acquire a microphone into his possession.]

Thunderkiss: On behalf of the Kiss Army and anyone else with half a brain cell, I would just like to say to you both that nobody gives a shit about you OR your matches. You can take a look at all the surveys, data, ratings and the like and easily come to the conclusion that only *ONE* man in this ring sells more tickets and merchandise than all the others combined - and you’re looking at him. Now Gingerdude, you know damn well I speak the truth and quite frankly, I’m getting pissed off that I keep getting shoved aside for “has been” garbage like this. This son of a bitch over here should have retired 2 years ago and this guy isn’t even tall enough to ride the roller coaster at Universal Studios!

[The cameras zoom in on both BK and Cheng who are protesting every word they were hearing. In fact, some around ringside are now questioning if a brief “Top Draw” reunion may be

Thunderkiss: Ginger, what I’m trying to say here right now is make the right choice and please remove the other baggage from the main event tonight. Go with what the fans really want to see, me tonight in the main event against some poor smuck to be my punching bag in a match type of my choosing. And speaking of smucks, I can’t think of a better smuck than Senator Steve Phillips! So what do you say Ginger?

[Before Ginger can answer, the frustrated Chairman of ACW will have endure another interruption as “Hail to the Chef” announces the arrival of Senator Steve Phillips.]

[BK London]

The Senator: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Just a moment there, Candidate Thunderkiss! I can hardly imagine that you would still take me for such a fool, after I so demonstrably tore you apart on the steps of the Capital building!

Thunderkiss: Hey, crackerjack, nobody called you!

Senator: Well, a challenge is a challenge, is it not? Generally, I would always be up for yet another opportunity to show my superiority in the ring, but as of now, my contract limits me to two matches on free television per month. And really, Blunderkiss, I would prefer not to go over that limits, especially if the contest is not on my terms. HOWEVER...I think I can find some terms that would be quite acceptable. Why not face me in a submission match? Or under catch-style rules? Perhaps...perhaps Senatorial Stipulations would be suitable...

Before Steve Phillips can continue any further, "Hello," hits the PA system, as the Fabulous Flamingos appear in the entryway, immediatly prompting BK London to assume a casual fighting stance.

Adrian Flamingo: Wait a second, Senator! I'm sure the fans just love watching their tax dollars at work while you and Tiki fight it out for the fifteenth time or so, but if there is any beef that needs to be cleared up here tonight it's between BK London and Adrian Flamingo.

BK London made his way to the ring ropes and held them open, welcoming Adrian to join him inside.

Adrian Flamingo: You think it's really funny to make me look like a fool, BK? You think it's funny to lock my Uncle in a closet for five hours? Well, let's see how funny things are when you face off with me in a...

Before Adrian could finish what he was saying, his uncle snatched the microphone out of his hands. Mickey held up a peaceful hand to his nephew before turning his attention to Gingerdude.

Mickey Flamingo: Pardon the interruption, Addie, but I think yer not lookin' at the big picther. Do yew really wanna waste a match on that sorry yankee, BK Lundon? Naw, naw, not if yer uncle has anythin to say about that! Gingadude! I say that we give a world champinship match to sumbody that really deserves it. A man that has never even HAD a shot at that there title. Gingadude, I think we all know whut the fans wanna see! TONITE! For the AC-dubba World Championship... that low-life scum Hunter... against "Miraculous" Mickey Flamingo!

A stunned look hit every man in the ring, outside the ring, hell, all the way to the parking lot as a collective groan filled the arena. Adrian took the time to slap his grinning uncle on the back of his head before taking the microphone back. However, he was cut off again as "No Sympathy for Fools" by Behemoth blared over the PA.

Hunter: Now there is just NO goddamn way, people.

Hunter does not elaborate until he gets into the ring, and when he does, he promptly picks up his own microphone and looks at Mickey Flamingo.

Hunter: I am not low-life scum you hick. After all, I'm not the one giving people flashbacks to Deliverance.

Few catch the joke, but those that do enjoy it. Hunter then turns to Jake.

Hunter: Jake seems to want to jump right into a match, and I have absolutely no problem with that. But this match will be the main event, and this match will be terrifying, powerful, and amazing in every conceivable way. Yes, my friends, I am naturally speaking of the return of...

Pause.

Hunter: HARDCORE HAVEN!!!

No one cheers. Not a soul. Hunter blinks innocently for a moment until Ginger lifts up his microphone, shaking his head angrily.

Ginger: NO! There will be NO individual matches, NO Hardcore Havens, NO anything but what I said! God damn it, you're all acting like children. As far as I'm concerned, the main event stays as is. That's how we do things! YOU CAN'T CHANGE A THING! NOW GET OUT OF MY RING!!!

None of the men in the ring move, and instead they simply stare blankly at the chairman. Ginger angrily tosses his mic off to the side and walks out of the ring himself, and "Ginger's Theme" hits the speakers again. Just as every man in the ring looks at each other, all seemingly ready and waiting for a fight, the show goes to commercials.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: First match on the card why?! (Credit: Libertines)

Fades in

Number 78 is the first thing shown on the screen and as the camera zooms out it shows The Libertines but not with a smile but a look of angry and disgust. The Libertines then looks up takes a quick smell. Then Looks back at the camera.

The Libertines: You know what makes The Libertines sick?pauses ACW. You know why? pauses Well it’s because The Libertines beaten the best ACW has to offer and The Libertines is stuck with the first match on the card. While the person that got his ass handed to him last week has the main event. Just doesn’t make sense to me. You know what makes The Libertines even more sick? pauses they’re giving me a match against the person that cost me my lost in ACW. Jin.

The Libertines has a smile on his a face again like the one we saw on Warfare. The Libertines is laughing for a little bit but nothing over the top

The Libertines: Smiling now The Libertines is not saying Jin is a bad wrestler. The Libertines is just saying that Jin isn’t on my level. Again not an insult to Jin hell the Libertines is sure Jin is really good against people on his level. Also, very few people can say they are on The Libertines level. I mean there is God and Satan but that’s it.

A crowd of boo’s fill the arena as The Libertines made that comment. The Libertines waiting for the boo’s to calm down.

The Libertines: Okay yeah people you’re right nobody can match it in the ring with The Libertines. laughing now I mean what was I thinking? Of course no one can match me. Sorry I would even say that.

Libertines laughing and he waits for it to calm down

The Libertines: Okay sorry about that sometimes The Libertines makes himself laugh. Now back to the matter on hand, and that is the fact the ACW is giving me a match with Jin. Sure Jin started about the same time I did but can Jin say he beat BK? Yeah The Libertines thought so. I mean sure Jin hasn’t faced him but….

long pause

The Libertines: He just couldn’t beat him trust The Libertines on that one. Now Jin after you get the ass kicking of your life today you will go home or to the hospital wake up ask yourself what was I thinking when I agreed to have a match with The Libertines. I mean you will have cuts on places you never thought could bleed. Have bruises on your body where you never thought you could have bruises, and to top it off you will also have a real bad headache. Then you realize that you just got in the ring with The mother fucking Libertines and after you realize that. You should get on your knees and pray to your god and thank him you made it out alive against me, because few people have. Now Jin the only reason The Libertines Is going to keep you alive is so you can tap, and that’s a promise, and I don't like breaking promises. Why? because I’m cool like that. Oh yeah ACW if something bad happens to Jin you can only thank yourself because you angred The Libertines. By putting The Libertines on the first match on the card next time put The Libertines in the main event where The Libertines belong

fades out with just a zoom on The Libertines evil smile

[BK London]

Segment: Studying For Midterms Comes Before ACW. Sorry. (Credit: Jake Cheng)

3:00 PM and still they still aren’t back yet. So Jake sits alone in the 14K Triad locker room, watching an episode of The Sopranos on the TV. His stomach growls as a large Italian man is shot several times and thrown off the back of the boat. (Sorry for anyone who knows who I am talking about and got a episode that they hadn’t watched yet spoiled)

Jake’s Inner Monologue: Damnit! I told them to pick up the pizza and come back. Seriously, how long does it take? They are missing the best parts!

Jake slams his hands on the table and digs furiously through his pocket for his phone and when he finally find it he dials through his contacts and calls Wing Yin. He puts the phone to his eyes and taps his foot and paces back and forth. Behind him Tony Soprano cries and sniffles, half out of sorrow and half because he is out on the Atlantic Ocean while he has a bad cold.

Jake: VOICEMAIL!

Jake slams the phone shut, but then it proceeds to vibrate in his hand. The phone shoots to his mouth and Jake begins to ream out his bodyguards.

Jake: Where the FUCK have you two been? I’m starving my ass off here and...

Only it was Yin and Yang...

Jake: Sorry Father....yes, I can’t get a hold of Wing or Lee....I’m still looking for...yes...yes, right away.

Jake hangs up.

Jake: FUCK! I need them, they know where all the money is. And I need the goddamn pizza!

Jake storms out of the locker room, out in search for his cohorts. I wonder who he will run into on the way.

Fade Out

[BK London]

"Mind Games Anyone?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

The whole situation between Rattlesnake and Thunderkiss continues to escalate. The most recent encounter brought an actual cobra into the mix. How ironic that a cobra would be his "weapon" of choice. Thunderkiss's reaction was pure fear. Seems that his weakness has been found.

Cobra: Seems we have Thunderkiss at a disadvantage now.

Rattlesnake: We do. How ironic, don't you think?

Cobra: How so?

Rattlesnake: I can't help but think that no matter how hard he tried to get rid of me, he summoned you. He thought that he could use you to get rid of me. In doing so, he pissed you off and now has put himself into a mode that no one has seen him in. His fear of snakes will be his undoing.

Cobra: It will. I think it's all funny. I'm liking this a lot.

Rattlesnake: So what else should we do?

Cobra: We ought to go easy on him.

Rattlesnake: Easy on him? Easy on him! EASY ON HIM?! To hell with that! I'm not going easy on him. Not after what he's put me through over the past month. He's not going to get away with it.

Cobra: He hasn't done a whole hell of a lot. He's been to scared to do anything. When he saw that cobra, I could have sworn that he shit himself. I did smell something rank after all.

Rattlesnake: That smell was the bathroom he ended up in.

Cobra: Oh shut up.

Rattlesnake chuckles.

Rattlesnake: Anyways, what should we do to him next?

Cobra: Since he just loves snakes, we could always send him a nice little care package.

Rattlesnake: Nice idea. Anything else?

Cobra: Snakes in his locker room.

Rattlesnake: That one might be a little clichéd.

Cobra: What do you mean?

Rattlesnake: He might squash one and then yell that he's "had enough of these motherfucking snakes in his motherfucking locker room."

Cobra: True. He might pull a Samuel L. Jackson in that aspect.

Rattlesnake: We could always toss a snake on him during his matches.

Cobra: That would work. Gotta love mind games.

Rattlesnake: We can think of a number of things. Choosing the right one is the task.

Cobra: Wait a minute.

Rattlesnake: What is it?

Cobra: How about this?

The audio cuts out quickly as Cobra explains his plan to Rattlesnake. A nod of approval and a grin cross Rattlesnake. Apparently he likes what he's heard.

Mind games anyone?

[BK London]

Match 1: Jin vs. The Libertines (Credit: TK)

..::ACW::.. THE LIBERTINES VS. THE “SILENT ASSASSIN” JIN ..::MELTDOWN::..

Time limit: 30 Minutes
Referee: Joey Reynolds

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The Libertines
Age: 24
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 236 lbs.
Hometown: London England

“The Silent Assassin” Jin
Age: 29
Height: 6'2
Weight: 213 lbs.
Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

“Delivery” by the Babyshambles plays. The Libertines comes walking down to the ring looking at the fans. They look at him back. Everyone is happy.

The opening beats of “Empire” by Kasabian blasts out as 'The Silent Assassin' Jin makes his way to the ring. Jin roles in, spits gold mist up, and poses.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Both Jin and the Libertines lock up in the center of the ring. Jin gets the early advantage by putting The Libertines in a sidehead lock and cranking him down to the mat. The Libertines digs in with his feet and rises upwards carrying Jin with him. Once vertical, he pushes Jin right off of him and the Silent Assassin hits the ropes and bounces back! Ducking down for a back body drop, The Libertines telegraphs his move and Jin counters by kicking him right in the face! The Libertines falls back clutching his mouth in pain and Jin goes into his move set. Bouncing off the opposite ropes, he comes off with a springboard dropkick that nails Libertines right in his chest! Hitting the canvas, Libertines doesnt have time to recover as Jin is already dropping a series of elbow drops on him! This is shortly followed by a pick up into a German Suplex! Reeling, The Libertines is put into an Octopus Stretch and struggles to break free for the next several minutes.

MATCH MIDPOINT: During the midpoint of this match up, The Libertines cranks it up a notch after falling behind at the start. Rocking Jin with some stiff chops, he whips him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a sit out spinebuster! Already in pinning position, the ref strikes the mat only once before Jin raises his shoulder. Wanting to inflict more pain, Jin is pulled up by his hair and Irish whipped into the corner. Now dangling there, Jin is about to get rocked as the Libertines runs into that very corner and blast’s his jaw with a running knee lift! Falling over the top ropes to the floor, Jin does his best to get his head back into the match. Above him The Libertines resides on the ring apron, ready to strike down upon him. Leaping off, the Libertines tries to connect with a flying body splash but Jin shoots up with a flash kick for the counter! The result ends bad for the Libertines as he ends up falling straight onto his back, hitting his head on the ring apron as he does so.

MATCH ENDING: During the final stages of this match, both men break out their biggest moves as they attempt to put this match away in their favor. Going for his burning elbow, Jin rushes The Libertines but hits nothing but air as The Libertines rolls out of the way. Landing on his feet, Jin manages to turn around quicky enough to see Libertine’s foot flying directly at his mouth. Jin’s mouth gets bashed again for the third time in this match up and as a result it gets busted open. Smelling blood, the Libertines pauses for a moment and tries to get enough air back into his lungs to go for one of his finishers. Stunned, Jin tries his best to shake the cobwebs off as he stands near the corner. Looking up, The Libertines sees the perfect opportunity. Running toward and then hooking Jin from behind THE LIBERTINES DROPS HIM WITH A SHIRANUI! Jin is blasted straight into the mat and the Libertines hooks his leg! Referee Reynolds drops down and slaps the mat!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MELTDOWN WINNERS: THE LIBERTINES!

[BK London]

Boredom is a Terrible Thing...
Alex Richmond

The scene opens inside the Entourage locker room where Alex Richmond’s personal lawyer - Peter Resinowitz – appears to be stood on his own. In his hand he is clutching a single sheet of A4 paper and his face shows that he is clearly anxious about the news it bears. From the other room appears Alex Richmond, a dumbbell in his right hand and a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He is wearing very different clothes than what we have become accustomed to seeing him in; he is sporting a tight-fitting black t-shirt, a pair of navy blue tracksuit bottoms, and a pair of white running shoes.

Richmond: So, what’s the news?

Resinowitz looks extremely nervous and screws up his face as the question is asked – like he’s just been slapped.

Resinowitz: I’m afraid it’s not good--

Before he has chance to finish his sentence Richmond has sprung forward and snatched the paper from his hands. Resinowitz recoils in fear as Richmond’s eyes quickly scan the paper.

Richmond: Those bastards have screwed me – AGAIN!!

Richmond’s face screws up with rage as he does the same to the sheet of paper. He throws the dumbbell forward in anger, smashing a coffee table in the process, and Resinowitz leaps out of the way – fear etched on his mousey features.

Richmond: This is a total OUTRAGE! I should be getting title shots, fame and – even though I don’t need it – fortune! I should be the man in the MAIN EVENT but they won’t even put me on the damn card?! I want you to SORT THIS Petey – if I DON’T have a match on Monday--

Richmond stops talking as he wheels around to see Resinowitz staring down at the broken table – terrified.

Richmond: Oh, get a grip – I’ll pay for a new one!

Richmond paces around the room, seemingly calming down and deep in thought.

Richmond: You know what this means Petey?!

Before he has chance to answer, Richmond continues.

This means that once again Alex Richmond has nothing to do tonight! I need something to cure the boredom – any suggestions Petey? Oh, and if you suggest going to see your pathetic worm of a son one more time I will hurt you!

Resinowitz: B..b...but he’s got lukemi--

Richmond: Did I say “try and convince me to go visit your pathetic worm of a son”?! NO I did not!! So shut the hell up and allow me to think – I need something entertaining, that’ll keep me amused – at least for tonight.

He paces back and forth some more, before stopping and smirking to himself then announcing...

I’ve got it! Cameraman, you’re coming with me – no arguments, you’re on my time now.


Fade to Black

[BK London]

Segment: Juno-Lynn-Hiegl (Credit: Anna / TK)

Anna: Well...surprise!

Anna Sommers rubs her tummy. She's radiant: golden, bouncy hair framing blossoming cheeks. Thunderkiss gapes. A car honks three times.

Anna: That's the cab driver. Call your 'entourage;' I'm short on cash.

She unravels a traveling scarf. She clears a nearby lazyboy of masculine debris and sits, crossing her bare legs. Anna closes her eyes, fatigued.

Anna: My arduous travels have tired me. Oh! I feel faint.

A dramatic sigh escapes her lips. She kicks off $700 Prada shoes, massaging her insteps with pedicured toes.

Thunderkiss: You...you're....!

Finishing the sentence would be intolerable. Anna smirks, patting her protruding belly. She does what he cannot.

Anna: Four months pregnant? Your keen powers of observation continue to amaze.

Thunderkiss: You don't even know what 'keen' means!

Anna falters, glaring up at him.

Anna: So? I know that's what your powers are. Sarcastically speaking. Wow, Dolce & Gabbana's Spring 2008 collection is really impressive--

She thumbs through the latest issue of Vogue, her glib cut off by his stammering.

Thunderkiss: I can't believe this! I can't believe you! You're 'pregnant;' you're reading a damn magazine, and--WILL SOMEONE PAY THE FUCKING TAXI?!

Someone heeds his mighty roar, hurried footsteps slapping against the pavement. Anna clutches her chest, face contorting with rage.

Anna: Vogue is the literary and artistic achievement of the century!

He slaps the literary and artistic achievement of the century out of her hands. The pages flutter to the floor.

Anna: My baby!

Thunderkiss: Your baby?

He releases another roar of disbelief, shredding Vogue with his boot. Anna shrieks, shielding her eyes from view.

Anna: Stop! Innocent clothes are getting hurt!

A vein pulses dangerously, threatening a premature aneurysm. Thunderkiss leans over Anna, pinning her to the lazyboy with crazy eyes.

Thunderkiss: I'm going to ask you a question, and if you know what’s good for you, you're going to tell me the truth. Is the baby mine?

A single nod. He closes his eyes, breath coming in labored rasps, showering Anna with droplets of spit.

Anna: Ugh, say it don't spray it, Thundertard!

Thunderkiss: Well you sure didn’t mind my spit lathering your body this past summer, now did you? Now answer my questions! Is this why you left? Ran away without a word?

Anna: Well, yes and no.

Thunderkiss: Meaning?!

She shrugs, rolling her eyes.

Anna: Listen Nancy, I don't have to explain anything to you. I'm simply here to inform you that I'm keeping the baby--

He growls.

Anna: --and that I expect you to pay full child support. Oh, and a weekly allowance wouldn't hurt either.

She makes to leave, however the 6'7 behemoth before her as other ideas. He shoves her back down in the lazyboy.

Thunderkiss: I’m not paying SHIT! I already paid one million dollars for your bony ass to do my bidding, and I'm ordering you to tell me what the hell you've been doing for four months...besides getting knocked up.

Anna: No need to get tetchy. I'll talk.

She clears her throat and flips her hair aside in preparation to tell her tale. Thunderkiss resists the urge to sit at her feet like a school boy at story time.

Anna: I woke up one Wednesday and threw up all over my fall 2007 Jimmy Choos. Naturally, I was mortified--I had thrown up the night before as well (for entirely different reasons--did you know that there are 390 calories in a single slice of pizza? Disgusting). I thought to myself: what was I becoming? I called my friend Jessica Rizzo--she was just rejected from that new Showtime reality series "Make Me A Supermodel" (a total ripoff from America's Next Top Model, but it comes on right after Project Runway so I watched a bit of it and it's not that bad)--and she recalled puking often at the age of sixteen. Incidentally, she was hospitalized for bulimia at sixteen--funny how that happens. Anywho, we quickly came to the conclusion that my frequent vomiting was a result of my urge to lose twelve pounds by January (I couldn't fit into a vintage Valentino that I desperately wanted to wear for my father's annual Rabies Awareness Gala on the Water--Anderson Cooper was set to host and I'm madly in love with him. No I'm not sleeping with him, he's gay and I'm a woman and he's gay). As it turns out, a desire to lose weight coupled with frequent 'blearghing' is a symptom of bulimia! So Jessica escorted me to Bulimics Anonymous. Try as I might, the vomiting continued, until someone thankfully pointed out that I was probably pregnant. Five pregnancy tests later I arrived at a similar conclusion--

Thunderkiss: --and here you are.

Anna: Indeed.

He covers his face with meaty paws, pulling down and dragging his eyelids with him.

Thunderkiss: So that's why you left? You thought you were bulimic?

Anna: I guess you could say that.

Thunderkiss: What the hell does that mean?

Anna: You were also terrible in the sack.

With some difficulty she rises, slipping on her Prada shoes with practiced grace. Thunderkiss tugs on his infamous handlebar mustache, threatening to rip it off. Anna fails to suppress a giggle.

Anna: Relax, Sally-Anne. The baby's not due till May. We have plenty of time to decide what we're going to do.

She makes for the door.

Anna: Oh, and if it's a boy, we're naming him Percival.

With a final laugh she exits, leaving a very irate Thunderkiss in her wake.

[BK London]

Segment: A reunion
Credit: Jon Taylor

It is only the start of 2008 and already things are hotting up quickly in ACW. With explosive feuds in the form of Hunter/Jake Cheng, Jonny Hughes/Andrew Starr and BK London/Adrian Flamingo, just to mention a few sparks are sure to be set to fly in this week’s edition of Meltdown.

However, today we are at a different location. It is Wednesday 16th January 2008. The location? Not too far from the arena of ACW itself. The place we are at is a small building, in a remote area. There is much to see but open fields, and the odd tree here and there. The building itself seems to be pretty old, maybe 40 years. The area seems to be under a blanket of tranquillity, there is complete silence. However, not for long. In a distance an object is fast approaching, dust from the road appears to be sprayed around the object. As it comes closer it becomes apparent it is a car. After a minute or two the car reaches the building, it parks next to it. A man, who looks to be in his early 50s, around 5"11 with a blue tracksuit and training shoes emerges from the driver side of the car. He goes around to the boot of the car and takes a big bag out of it. It appears to be heavy, as when the man picks it up out of the boot he has to bend his knees to avoid dropping it. He goes up to the door of the building, reaching into the pocket of his tracking bottoms he takes out a key. It opens the door, albeit with a bit of difficulty as it appears this building is rarely used. The man enters, the building is in darkness, there are no windows. The man flicks a switch on the right wall, it turns the lights on. The lighted room reveals a wrestling ring on the far side of the building, some gymnasium equipment on the light hand side including a set of weights, a bike and a rowing machine. On the right hand side there a selection of kickboxing, boxing and muay thai boxing bags. In the centre of the building are some padded mats. The man walks over to the next to mats and places his bag there. As He stands up again he hears a sound outside. The man makes his way to the door way. A shadow can be seen on the right hand wall, it appears to resemble one of a human. As the man reaches the door way a head appears around the door. The man takes a step back, obviously surprised. However, the door opens to reveal a man standing there, obviously the first man was expecting him as he immediately relaxes. The second man is Jon Taylor. Taylor is wearing a set of training gear, matching blue shorts and top. He has a small sports bag in his right hand and his international title other his left shoulder. Both men appear happy to see each other.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

I was worried for a bit then!

Taylor smiles.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Sorry, Bill. I thought you'd be in here already, so I just walked in.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Well you guessed correctly. Put your stuff down and we'll get started.

Wright points over towards an area of the building which is empty and tells Taylor to put his stuff over there. Taylor obliges and then returns to Bill, who is busy unpacking the items from his bag.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Well we best get started - we have no time to lose!

Taylor appears to be focused.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

I appreciate you doing this, Bill. You have always supported me in my career, and I feel as though I haven't shown my gratitude enough.

Bill seems to be touched by this comment is clear that Taylor is sincere in this comment.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

I know you do, Jon. Now, we'll have none of that lovey dovey stuff - you don't want to see an old man cry now do you?

Taylor chuckles.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

I guess not. Well, I’m ready when you are!

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Right. Just a word of warning, you may find this training session a tad more tense than usual! So be prepared.

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A short amount of time has passed, approximately two hours. Taylor can be seen in a puddle of sweat. His shirt is drenched, and nearly the whole shirt is a darker colour from before Taylor started. Bill himself appears to be a bit red in the face, although this is most likely from shouting "encouragement" to Taylor, to push him harder. Taylor appears to be doing press-ups and lots of them. He does one last one before stopping and changing to a sitting position. This is clearly intensive training and Taylor appears to be a tad warn out.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Hmm...not bad. Another 20 press-ups before moving on should do it.

Taylor looks at Bill with a "for fuck sake" look, Bill just ignores and Taylor returns to his press-ups. As he comes to the end of his 20 press-ups Bill hands Taylor a water bottle. Taylor drinks the whole bottle and then proceeds to relaxing for a few minutes and gaining his breath back.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

That'll be good enough. Right, what to do next...ah yes - you're going to like this exercise Jon.

Bill goes over to near the mats, he picks up a weird looking object, it appears be a ball with elastic on.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

What is that?

Bill Wright | The Trainer

I forgot the name of it, but that's not important. This little device here will improve your reflexes. You know that Flamingo 1979 Special you got caught with a few weeks back? I guarantee had you been using this before that wouldn't have happened.

Taylor doesn't appear to be too confident.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

So what do I have to do with it?

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Just throw and catch it. That's all.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Ok.

As instructed Taylor throws the ball...as hard as he can. However, much to the surprise of Taylor and enjoyment of Bill the ball springs back a lot faster than expected and hits him straight on the forehead, the momentum knocking him off balance and sending Taylor crashing to his feet.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Maybe not quite as easy as I thought then.

Bill chuckles.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

It takes a bit of getting used to.

Taylor being his normal determined self decides to keep trying, the first few goes he narrowly misses the ball though thankfully does get hit again. He manages to finally judge the speed and catch it, receiving applause from Bill. However, the unpredictability of the flight of the ball makes it a lot harder exercise than it appears to be on the surface, and it takes Taylor another few times to catch again. About 20 minutes pass before Bill stops Taylor.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Right, I think that's enough for one day. You did very well, as well as I had expected. I knew you were a tough and determined individual and today only reinstated that fact.

Taylor appears unsure what to say.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Heh, thanks.

Bill Wright | The Trainer
I mean it, Jon. You have all tools you need to succeed, you just need the confidence.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Yea, I know.

Both men smile

Bill Wright | The Trainer

I know you will beat Freeman tomorrow, the only thing you need to do is to fully believe it yourself. You may appear as if your are completely confident on the surface, but I know you well enough to see you aren't. That's way i've decided to stick around for awhile, to support you. I'll be in that arena cheering for you tomorrow; all you need to do for me is believe in yourself.

Taylor appears to be relieved and pleased to hear this.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

I don't know what to say...do you have stuff to do at home?

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Nah, they can survive without me for awhile.

Taylor offers his hand out for a handshake but Bill just steps forward and hugs Taylor.

Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling

Thanks, Bill. It gives me a lot more confident and peace of mind going out there knowing that you'll be there supporting me. It feels as if these last few years I have been in a world of my own, with no one who cares about me but me.

Bill Wright | The Trainer

Well, that's not going to be the case anymore.

Fade.

[BK London]

Match 2: Jon Taylor vs. Jason Freeman – ACW International Championship (Credit: FSX)


It's quite a mysterious thing how the world truly works, isn't it? At one moment, there are some who are simply imaging and wishing for something to occur -- and eventually, as time progresses, it will indeed take place! What does all of this mean to you, the common man? It means that a match was scheduled to take place, and no one gave the time to plan it out. It means that once more, FS-- the wrestlers involved must save the day!!

Many in attendance have grown reckless and rowdy with the wait they were suffered to endure as confused entertainers ran in and out of the ring. Fortunately, Gary break dancing will likely be a moment we all will never forget..and it has truly brightened our hearts. Anyway, as time progressed things finally have become organized and our competitors have entered the ring. It's a known fact that Jon Taylor is an exciting and intense new star in ACW, and his plans for the future are undoubtedly going to come true if he keeps up with his current pace of intensity..but at the other side of this bout lies the fiendish veteran, Jason Freeman! This man has not only been a member of every legendary unit in ACW history (Or so he believes -- He wasn't in R-3!), but has already held the title in question this evening, the ACW International Championship, on TWO separate occasions. With such an incredible experience in the ring at ACW, and the knowledge he's succeeded in this same situation before...can he truly be stopped? Or will his mind and emotions be on other things? Well, now we'll find out -- as both men are already in the ring! The entrances have been replaced by a pre-match breakdown? That's right, it's like a lazy version of Thunderkiss and Hunter mixed together...Thunderter! Hunthunder! KissHun! Anway..let's get going!

EARLY GOING...:[/u] The contest at hand is likely not to be something out of fairy tales, or something that culminates in the two involved discovering their brothers...but at the same time, it's still likely to be an exciting bout! Both men made brash or idiotic maneuvers in the early going, both showing a decent amount of respect for each other as they carefully searched for a weakness in the other's defenses. After another few moments, this became clearly a very poor idea. Not only did neither man find a proper opening to attack the other, but the referee became quite sickly from watching them spin around in circles, and appeared as if he was prepared to vomit. Spotting this, a quite reasonable and logical Jon Taylor came to a stop -- which gave Freeman the opening to ATTACK! With a mighty roar heard for 'FREEEEEEEEEEE....man' throughout the arena, he rushed forward and started off the offensive of things with an epic STANDING DROPKICK. Yes, he managed to run forward, stop, and deliver the most fluid standing dropkick the world has ever seen. Startled from the sheer impact of such a move, Taylor found himself flown backward into the ropes and springing back toward Freeman, swiftly hitting a knee to the gut and drilling his challenger with a unique snap-brainbuster. Hmmn...but..it wasn't epic or anything. Just really cool and deadly. Following this encounter the match seemed to slow itself down just a tad, and the two shared their advantages quite evenly for the most part. Taylor seemed to implementing an offense that had him target and attack the arm and neck, for quite obvious reasons, as Freeman's offense mainly consisted of mighty power moves and intense reversals, such as hitting himself a FACEBUSTERR, JUMPING TO KNEELING POSITION EDITION...and managing to use the Brain Chop as a miracle cure for every sticky situation, and clearly hitting Taylor with it to distract him from the actual situation at hand, and make him feel awkward...perhaps even developing a migraine. Both men have given those in attendance quite the unique experience thus far, and it wouldn't stop there! As both men seemed to dash at each other in slow motion, they both had a similar plan in mind. One that could prove to be deadly...

INTENSE MIDSECTION...OF THE MATCH:[/u] Which was, of course, to do all they could manage to attempt and knock out the wind of their opponent! As both men finally reached each other from their slow sprints across the ring, they both immediately began to direct the full brunt and entirety of their offenses on the other man's midsection. Kick to the midsection by Taylor, Brain Chop to the midsection by Freeman...somehow..., Dropkick to the midsection by Taylor, An almost simultaneous attempt at a modified gutbuster by both men..before they both backed away from the other, and clutched their midsections. It appears they have both mastered the deadly art of damaging a man's abdomen, and can finally take advantage of their weakened state!! Well, when they recover anyway. It appears that Freeman has first, as he makes a somewhat swift rush to hit a Bicycle Kick on Taylor well he is winded, but only succeeds in helping Taylor take control of Freeman's back and quickly hit himself a release german suplex. Now, rumors have run rampant of this very move from the time it happened to this moment now, but they say Taylor's arsenal grew three sizes that day...as he went on the attack! This wasn't true, however, it just made the original size look alot bigger with all the modified feats and wonders he was now pulling off on his downed and out opponent, locking him an Indian Deathlock that seems to have been mutated at some point to put an unusual amount of pressure on the back of his head. Freeman was trapped, like a dog with no cable, as he struggled and writhed in the hold. Could he ever escape? Would Taylor truly let go of such a golden opportunity, especially when it's painfully obvious that he wants Freeman to tap out? The answer, of course, is yes. Taylor would be swift to notice that Freeman wasn't about to give up simply due to a modified Indian Deathlock, and that he would have to whip out the big moves to actually finish this thing off. That's right, it seems it's time to get SERIOUS!

UNBELIEVABLE FINALE!!...:[/u] And so the epic warriors would. With the thought in mind that he had to maintain control of the match even as he let Freeman out of the move, he quickly rolled out of the submission and locked Freeman in a front facelock. The champion held him like this for a few more moments, before slowly dragging his challenger back up to his feet and quickly hitting the Taylor DDT. The impact was obvious, and at this point it would be quite instrumental for Freeman to simply be pinned for the three, and for Taylor to walk out of here with his International Title intact. But he didn't go for the pin! In fact, he simply stared at his opponents fallen form for a moment! Could it be that their is something else in store for Freeman here tonight? Could he become champion? Well, anything is possible...but as things stood now, his chances weren't particularly good. With a clear smirk on his face, Taylor slowly lifted up the fallen form of Freeman and signaled for the Taylor Made now, managing to get him up in the lift before being elbowed in the gut and quickly having to let it go, stunned for a single moment as Freeman quickly made a move forward and hit himself the GLORY DRIVER!!!! The impact was intense as Taylor's neck almost appeared to crack at his skull struck the mat and his form folded up like a pair of ironed pants, pressed and finished. With an excited grin now on his face, he quickly dragged up the broken form of Taylor and hit the Middle of Nowhere with a vengeance! Many in attendance were stunned silent as he seemed to hit his finisher without a hitch and rolled over for the pin. New champion? Couldn't be!?! But it is.

Phillip: Your winner, and NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION...JASON FREEMA...


Nah, I'm just messing with you. TWO COUNT!!! As Freeman moved to his knees in utter shock that he hadn't managed to get the win with such consecutive, incredible moves he seemed to just shake his head and ponder just what the mighty FREEEEEE...man would have to do to put away the champion and reclaim the title he'd held so many times before. Had he paid attention, however, he would of noticed that Taylor gained just enough recollection of the situation to suddenly lunge forward and grab Freeman's arm, wasting no time to lock in the Triangle of Perfection. Well, what a surprising twist. As Freeman cries out and wallows in the pain of the situation, it seems the referee is about ready to call for the bell and end this match once and for all....before someone yanks the referee out of the ring and effectively saves the day!! But who would do such a thing? Why, Alex Richmond of course!...Wait, Alex Richmond? As the newcomer quickly nails the referee, he grabs a nearby chair and rolls into the ring. Taylor and Freeman seem to have no idea of the situation however, seeing Freeman is tapping now and Taylor is wrenching back in the hold...before getting a shot to the head by a chair, anyway. It seems as if Jason Freeman has made himself a new friend in Al-- Wait, Richmond now seems to be beating down Freeman quite a bit with the chair, even more so then he was with Taylor. Friends don't beat friends with chairs, usually. After a few more shots with the chair, Richmond tosses it away and poses for the crowd as everyone stares at each other confused. What the hell just happened, exactly?


RESULT:[/u] No Contest...What a jip!

[BK London]

Segment: On the job (Credit: Jin)

A figure is sneaking down an alley, past trash and dumpsters. He has black pants and a black hoody, hiding his identity. The camera follows him down the ally until he suddenly turns to punch the lens.

??: Oh, ACW. Well, today kids I'm going to show you my second job. Yes, Jin works overtime. As you can guess, I take people down so they don't annoy those I work for. One thing you don't know is that I am not one of those blood thirsty manics. I only break legs and take names, like I will to Silencio, take his name. Now if you excuse me, I have some punk to knock out.

Jin jogs along until he reaches a green dumpster with a window above it. Jin quickly jumps on the dumpster and through an open window. A few seconds later a kid with long black hair, blue jeans and a black tee-shirt flies through the window and into the dumpster. Jin quickly jumps down and pulls the guy out the dumpster. The guys face is covered in trash and blood, which he wipes away only to receive a hard punch.

Guy: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?

Jin: For you to stop selling crack. My employers have had there homes attacked by stones and spray paint. All by kids on drugs! Now if you don't stop selling, I'L MAKE YOU! Now scram!

The kid crawls onto the dumpster and back through the window as Jin strolls off down the alley.

[BK London]

Segment: "Enter: WAR GAMES!" Credit: Hughes/Falcon/Senator/Freeman & Starr/Zero/Richmond/TK

[“See you at the Show” hits the sound system for the first time in a long while. Even though this melody is a rarity these days, the fans have not forgotten whom it ushers out. As the curtain pulls back, out comes Thunderkiss, Jay Zero, Andrew Starr and Alex Richmond - the ENTOURAGE! Taking their own sweet time coming down the ring, the group doesn’t seem to mind the almost five minute entrance as they full of antics for both the cameras and fans tonight. Stealing a bottle of beer from a couple of fans, TK rolls into the ring and commandeers the microphone away from Phillip.

Thunderkiss: Did you miss us?!

Fans *chanting*: EN-TOU-RAGE! EN-TOU-RAGE! EN-TOU-RAGE! EN-TOU-RAGE!

Thunderkiss: I’ll take that as a yes.

[TK looks over at Richmond and the gang and they seem to agree as they nod their head in unison.]

Thunderkiss *pointing to the crowd*: See Alex, like I was saying, it never gets old.

Alex Richmond: I can believe that!

[Richmond and TK high five. The fun and games are now over and its time to get to more serious matter. With that line of thought, TK aligns himself front and center.]

Thunderkiss: Tonight we grace you all with our presence for a matter of great importance. Over the past month, a blast from our past has returned to make our lives as difficult as possible. Now while each of us standing in this ring right now thrives on challenge, we tend to get a little bored and uninspired after kicking the same bunch of ass over and over again. That said, Senatorial Stable ... it’s getting old. This past summer we ROLLED you. When the dust settled, EACH of you got beat by someone in the Entourage, well everyone except the guy who’s name I always forget, and that’s simply because he’s too afraid be shown up.

Zero *interrupting: Can you blame him?

Thunderkiss: You know ..... actually Zero I can’t! But you know what? That’s neither here or there at the moment for I must return to the matter at hand. STABLE, If its WAR you want, its WAR you’re going to get. Last time we let your group off the hook just enough to ensure that you would survive and live on for another day. This time, you will not be as lucky. We’ve already taken your “Stable of the Year” title and soon your last two claims to fame will also be in our possession! When that task is done with, then we are only a few career ending injuries away from our true goal - the inevitable end of something that has gone on far past its prime. No more interfering Senator, no more Jonny Hughes sneak attacks on my man Starr, this ends NOW!

[Before TK can get another word out of his mouth the blaring sound of “Hail to the Chief” overcomes him. Within a flash of an eye the rest of the Entourage stands by his side as they form an impenetrable wall. Coming down the isle just as unified is the object of TK’s rant - the Senatorial Stable. The Senator, Jason Freeman, Jonny Hughes & Ricky Falcon have listened long enough. Ready to unleash with their response, they make haste in acquiring a microphone to confront their self proclaimed “executioners.”]

Zero: What the hell are you guys doing out here? We were talking!

Freeman: Yeah, you were talking...surprise! Zero, do you ever shut up?

Zero: You look like some guy who’s never beaten me in a one-on-one match…what’s your name again?

As the Senatorial Stable advances towards the ring, Freeman continues talking…and the Entourage stares down their foes.

Freeman: Zero, you’re hilarious, but right now…I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to that man over there. This Alex Richmond. He apparently thinks it’s perfectly fine to interfere in other people’s matches, but I can’t say I’m very happy that he cost me my match two weeks ago. And, I hope he knows that just because I haven't addressed him since then, that it doesn't mean that I’m not coming for him.

Richmond: What the hell is with this guy? I do NOT have to listen to this! I have enough money to PAY people to talk to you instead.

Freeman: Good...then you should have enough money to pay for your hospital bills too.

It’s then that Hughes snatches the microphone away from Freeman, and begins to talk, a fact that seems to annoy Freeman…by now the Stable is down the ramp, and standing outside the ring.

Hughes: Yeah, Freeman, I know you’re angry, but I didn’t just have a match stolen from me. I had a title stolen from me. Or at least desecrated while in my possession. The title bears my name for a reason, and that’s because I am the champion, and…

Starr: Well, that’s debatable. Because we have a title match tonight…and I was wondering if you by any chance remembered our last encounter?

Hughes does all too well… but he also remembers the next part.

Hughes: The one where I knocked you out in the middle of the ring?

Starr: No. Before that. When I defeated you with the Andrew Starr Lariat. And there was the time that I beat you to get this #1 contender status in the first place. It looks like I’m going to be beating you a third time tonight, and another title will leave the grasp of the stable, which is no surprise.

Ricky Falcon seems a bit angry at this disrespect of the stable, and he takes the microphone.

Falcon: I know that you seem to think that your stable is superior to ours, but considering that we have two former world champions, and that’s including the current champ…

Zero: Heh…really? Then where’s his belt? And it doesn’t matter, because even Jake Ching-chong could beat him…hell, at this rate, Libertines could become the next world champ!

Hughes: Well hold on a minute, if you want to talk title reigns…let’s compare. So you’ve got the current light heavyweight champion. And then you’ve got a former Entertainment and International Title reign in Thunderkiss…well…that’s…what…three reigns?

Falcon: I think they would have had four...if Zero had won the Entertainment Title ever…but if I remember correctly, I beat him.

Zero: And done what since then?

Hughes: Now hold on, and let’s go over the Senatorial Stable’s current members accomplishments. We’ve got three world title reigns, which, already ties yours. We’ve also got a former light heavyweight champion. Not to mention two Entertainment championship reigns, counting my current reign, and…

A brief pause…Freeman looks at Hughes confused…this doesn’t add up to his calculations…

Freeman: Three…

A tense moment…Hughes glares into Freeman’s eyes, his message clear.

Hughes: …Two.

Freeman opens his mouth to argue…but before he can he’s interrupted.

Starr: Talking about titles, you seem to have forgotten that I have been a two time LightHeavyweight Champion myself. But thats WAY before either of you two knew a DDT from an STD... Anyways, look, you guys haven’t even sorted out your OWN problems. The Entourage is a unit. But I don’t blame you guys for not trusting Freeman, after what he did to us…and hell, what he did to you in the first place. The Entourage doesn’t need him, and I hope that he doesn’t think that it was a heavy blow to us to lose him. So we got rid of a few weak links…

Richmond: And …they’ve brought in a strong one! You rattle off your stables accomplishments, but the fact of the matter is that you guys have been around here a hell of a lot longer. Whereas me? I still haven't had the chance to make my impact...yet!

Zero: Though this is where I’d like to add that Richmond has already been more useful than certain…other members…we’ve had in the past.

Freeman: Was that supposed to be a shot at me? Listen, Zero, I don’t care what you say…I had your leader over there on the ropes…and like I said…I would have defeated him had-

Kiss’s turn to barge into this argument…

Thunderkiss: Freeman, you haven't beaten me in what ... five, six tries? What makes you honestly believe things would have been different for our last match?

Freeman: Oh, sure, you won all of those other times…I’ll give you that, but this time, I was motivated enough to win, and I was finally about to.

Thunderkiss: You wouldn’t have beaten me, and you won’t beat me, unless you decide to drug me before the match…which you seem to enjoy doing when you want an advantage over somebody, or when you when you want to get laid.

Freeman: Karma! You drugged ME to try to get me fired!

Thunderkiss: Yeah, sorry. I don’t remember that.

[BK London]

The Senator: Perhaps you have been doing too many publicity students to remember.

Thunderkiss: Perhaps you need my foot up your ass old man!

Richmond: You know what? Why are we even arguing? We all know which stable won Stable of the Year!

Falcon: You weren’t even IN the stable then!

Richmond: Well, sure, I wasn't technically part of the stable but hell - but I might as well have been, because I only would have helped the cause!

Hughes: Well, the only reason the Entourage was able to win that, was because you were new and fresh. But the Senatorial Stable has been around for a long time, and isn’t going anywhere.

Zero: Well, that’s debatable. All you need to do is piss us off enough, and we’ll crush you all!

Freeman: Heh. Big words.

Starr: Well, you guys are the ones who are standing outside the ring right now. If you guys are so great, you should have nothing to worry about…just enter the ring!

Falcon: You think that we’re outside the ring, because we’re afraid to enter?!

Richmond hears these words and laughs. He walks over to the ropes, and sits on the middle rope, pushing up on the top rope, opening up a space, motioning towards the ring with his hands.

Richmond: C'mon then boys...open invitation!!

Zero and Starr back up, and also point towards the center of the ring. There’s a moment of silence, as the two teams stare each other down intensely…Hughes takes a step forward, and Freeman and Falcon follow.

Hughes: Fine! Have it your way!

Hughes goes towards the apron, and is about to enter, and the other stablemates follow behind him, when all of a sudden…in unison…Thunderkiss and Senator shout out at the same time!

Senator: Stop!

Thunderkiss: Stop!

There’s a silence…as each stable looks to their respective leader, surprised.

Thunderkiss: That’s enough talk! Like I said earlier, if its WAR you want its WAR you're going to get. Senator, at Ragnarok you bring four of your best boys and i'll bring four of mine! The people already believe we are the best stable in this organization today. Thus far we have already proven it in the ring once, and unless you're just like our current champion, you'll let us prove it to the people again.

Senator: Heh. I seldom agree with that man, but I think that he has never spoken truer words. Next Saturday is Ragnarok…and Ragnarok has a bit of a tradition of having…multi-man elimination matches.

Thunderkiss: Sorry to interrupt you Steve, but being a busy man I don't have time for you to continue on with one of your 10 minute rants.

Ragnarok.
You.
Us.
One match.

Yes or no ...

The two stables listen to these words…and definitely agree…there’s another intense pause. Freeman, Hughes, and Falcon, glare at Richmond, Starr, and Zero…but both groups back up, until they are standing both in lines of four.

Hughes: So be it…but while you guys may have avoided a confrontation tonight...at Ragnarok, you better be prepared to stop calling yourselves “Stable of the Year.”.

As the Senatorial Stable begins to back up, Starr looks like he has a reply for Hughes…but Thunderkiss puts up a hand, and he goes silent. The two teams continue to stare intensely at each other, as the Senatorial Stable continues walking backwards off the ramp, neither stable taking their eyes off of each other, until the Senatorial Stable finally disappears behind the curtain…and the camera fades out on the faces of Entourage, looking just as determined as their future opponents…