Thursday Night Meltdown February 7th 2008

[BK London]

Match 3: Alex Richmond vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::ACW::.. ALEX RICHMOND VS. JOHNNY HUGHES ..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 30 Minutes
Referee: Carter Donovan

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Alex Richmond
Age: 25
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 263 lbs.
Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

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

“Money Talks” by AC/DC hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowds boos become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans.

Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smirking and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then orders the ref to remove his robe as he rolls his shoulders to warm himself up.

‘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.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Richmond and Hughes lock up in the center of the ring and its Hughes that wins the first grapple. Putting Richmond in an arm bar, he snaps him down to the mat and combos by dropping his leg on the twisted arm. Releasing the hold, Hughes goes back on the attack with a knee lock but Richmond kicks him right off of him and counters by leaping up onto his feet and taking Hughes down with a LEG LIFT SPINE BUSTER! Sizing Hughes up, Richmond sinks his teeth into him with a running Lariat that takes Hughes up, down and over! Landing hard on the canvas, Richmond drops a wicked knee drop right on top of his head. The end result looks so painful that many in the crowd gasp in horror. Still maintaining momentum, Richmond picks Hughes up off the mat and takes him up and down with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Maintaining a bridge as they land, Donovan slaps the mat two times before Hughes kicks out! Going back into his bag of tricks, Richmond places the winded Hughes on his shoulders and takes off with a RUNNING POWERSLAM, the likes that would make Davey Boy Smith proud! Standing over Hughes with his hand raised, Richmond draws the ire of the crowd but could careless as he celebrates his dominance here in the early goings.

MATCH MIDPOINT: The middle part of this match is dominated by some of Hughes’ sure shooting. Whipping Richmond into the ropes, he catches him on the way back with the SHOWPIECE! Swinging him around and dropping him with the STO leaves Richmond open for a pin attempt, but Hughes decides otherwise. Deciding that Richmond needs some more wearing down, Hughes slaps on a TEXAS CLOVERFIELD right in the middle of the ring! Richmond struggles to break free but Hughes sits down on it, applying even more force and pressure! Richmond yells in pain but refuses to tap! Finally knowing he MUST break out of this, Richmond uses every muscle in his upper body to lift up from the canvas and turn the move over! Successful at doing this, Richmond escapes but Hughes is right on top of him with a headlock! Having enough of being in the down position, Richmond latches onto the top of Hughes’ head and jumps up into the air clutching it tightly. As they both land back down, Hughes’ jaw is driven into Richmond’s head for a perfect jawbreaker! Richmond watches Hughes drop down in pain and takes this moment to clear his head.

MATCH ENDING: Hughes maintains control all the way from the match’s midpoint to its end by displaying exactly why he is a feared technical machine! Dropping Richmond with a BURDEN OF EXCELLENCE, Hughes has finally closed the door on his opponent tonight! Be that as it may, even Hughes cannot outfight the tactics of the Entourage for they are now employed against him as THUNDERKISS comes walking down to the ring!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Who invited HIM?!

Maxwell McNally: Whatever his intentions are, I’m most certain they don’t favor Jonny Hughes!

It isn’t until Thunderkiss climbs up onto the ring apron that Hughes notices him. Obviously not thankful for his company, Hughes rushes toward the ropes and tries to push TK off, a move that draws the attention of Carter Donovan! As Donovan struggles between the two men, Richmond fully recovers from Hughes’ attack and takes notice of what’s going on. Seeing the trap TK has set in place for Hughes, Richmond plays right along as he rolls out of the ring and grabs Jonny’s ET title.

Maxwell McNally: Richmond has the Entertainment title!

Rolling back into the ring with Championship gold by his side, Richmond places an imaginary bulls eye on the back of Hughes’ head! Running like a battering ram, he ends up blasting Hughes in the back of the head with it, instantly dropping him to the canvas!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: LIGHTS OUT!

Discarding the evidence by throwing it under the ropes, Richmond drops down and covers Hughes. Seeing that the damage has been done, TK drops off the ring apron and begins to laugh as Donovan turns his attention back toward the match and notices the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MELTDOWN WINNER: ALEX RICHMOND!

Before Carter can even raise his hand, Richmond rolls out of the ring and joins up with Thunderkiss on the outside. As they walk backwards up the ramp, the two men raise their hand in victory and point and laugh at the now very disgruntled Jonny Hughes. Swearing vengeance on them both, The Entourage completely ignores Hughes’ warning as they exit the arena to go celebrate their win backstage.

[BK London]

Moving On. . . .
Jay Zero and Andrew Starr

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The scene opens up to the Entourage locker room. Inside is a tired and sweaty Andrew Starr, just returning from his match against Rena Matheson. He is breathing somewhat heavily as he reaches for his bag to grab some clothes to change into after his shower. Just then Stefanie Collins walks into the locker room, pleading with Jay Zero who follows. Jay doesn't look pleased at all, if anything he looks irate.

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Stefanie: You DON'T have to 'sug!

Jay keeps walking and looks at Andrew Starr. He nods his head.

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Stefanie: You're really going to let one stupid prick and his whacked out science project get to you? Babe! Come on!

Starr: Uhh, what's going on?

Stefanie: He's about to go hand in--

Jay quickly interrupts Stefanie.

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Jay Zero: NOTHING! Nothing--nothing much Starr. Nice match out there.

Starr: Oh yah? Thanks bro.

Jay Zero: No prob'....

Jay keeps looking at Starr and then down at the Light Heavyweight Title that's wrapped tightly around his waist. He continues to stare at it, and then he gently runs his hand over the gold. ---Moments later, Stefanie snaps her fingers and wakes him from the trance.

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Stefanie: Heeeeellooooo? Jay?

Jay Zero: ....Yeah?

Disappointment explains the tone of his voice.

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Stefanie: You don't have to!

Jay sighs and then a few moments later answers.

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Jay Zero: - Yeah, I do.

Starr: What are you two talking about? What do you have to do?

Jay Zero: Move on.

Starr: How so?

Stefanie: Oh hon' this is so stupid! You're so close to break--

Jay Zero: Hey Starr, you were a Light Heavyweight Champion before, right?

Starr: Heh, are you kidding? I was the FIRST Light Heavyweight Champion!

Jay Zero: Oh really? Oh man! Haha, sorry 'bout that! So - - - you were the one who kind of founded the title? ....

Starr: Well, that is a great way to put it. Yah, you can say that I founded that title, way back on the 1st show of ACW. Big battle royale, coming down to myself and... well... someone who honestly doesnt matter. Haha.

Jay Zero: Awesome. Then I bet it wouldn't be a problem for you to do a big, BIG, BIG favor for me.

Starr: Yeah man, anything. Just shoot.

It's the moment of truth now. Jay bites his lips as he delays the situation for a few moments, taking things very slowly. He reaches behind him and unhooks the title belt from his waist and then slowly pulls it off into his hands. He sighs and scrunches up his mouth.

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Jay Zero: . . . Can you hold onto this for me?

He extends his hands out with the title and golden plate facing Andrew Starr. He smiles and looks at Jay.

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Starr: Yeah man, sure. Where are you going?

Jay Zero: - What?

Starr: Where are you going? I assume you don't feel like carrying around this hunk of gold if your going somewhere.

Jay Zero: Oh. . . well that's kind of right. I don't feel like carrying it around no more. But I'm not going anywhere. When I said hold onto it, I meant permanently.

Starr looks up at Jay, finally taking his eyes off of the title belt.

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Starr: ---Are you drunk?

Jay Zero *Sighs*: It's time to move on Starr.

He still has the title extended.

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And you're probably like... the most deserving of this right now. So - congrats.

The moment of silence is awkward and time consuming. Jay stares into Starr's eyes; Starr stares at the title; and Stefanie stares at Jay with a concerned look upon her face.

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Starr: I . . . I don't know what to say.

Jay Zero: There is nothing to say. Here, my arms are tired. Take it.

Starr: -- I..

Starr does not know how to react to this at all. He's tripping over his words at this point. Before he reaches out, Jay does one last thing with the title. He pulls it close to himself and then pries off his golden name plate on the title. He hands it back out and slowly Andrew takes the title and continues to stare at its beauty, like a father who hadnt seen his baby in a long time.

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Jay Zero: Take care of it ... 'k? Please? For me!

Starr: Of course! Jay---You don't know ... This is just so-- ... Thank you.

Jay Zero: Don't mention it.

Stefanie: Jay is this really gonna' make things better?

Jay Zero: Well I sure as hell hope so. Anyways that title was starting to get old anyways, I wanna look towards bigger and better things now.

Stefanie: Like what, gettin' tossed around by that fool like a little doll?

Jay Zero: Enough.

Starr looks up from the title with a sudden realization.

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Starr: Wait! What about your reign length? Weren't you close to beating Cheng?!?!

Jay Zero: Yeah.

Starr: Well then keep it dumbshit. What, you need like two weeks to beat him?

Jay Zero: Naaaaah, it ends now.

... Well, I better be going. I have a meeting to attend to. Stef, are you gonna be alright?

Stefanie: Yes, what about you?

Jay Zero: Oh you know! I'll be fine.

Starr: Okay man, take it easy. I'll take good care of this title, thanks load again bro.

Jay Zero: Enough!

Jay Zero turns around and walks towards the door. He turns the handle and exits the room. Once outside, we switch camera angles to one of Jay out in the backstage area. He sighs and begins to look down at the ground, dissapointed and most likely depressed about what he had to go do. But maybe it's for the best?

Scene fades.

[BK London]

Mr. Red vs Jo Kincain (Imprompt Battle) (credit: Red)

”Reds Fan” hits the PA as the camera fades into the ringside area. The Reds make their way from backstage and to the ring. Mr. Red slaps hands with a few of the fans at ringside as Mrs. Red waves to others on the way to the ring. Both slide under the bottom rope and head to a turnbuckle to pose for the fans.

“Lips 2 Da Floor” hits and the camera aims back up the ramp to see Jo emerge from behind the curton and walk to the ring. His eyes are locked onto Mr. Red as Mo dances energetically behind him. Jo slides into the ring and begins to circle around with Mr. Red as Mo takes a place outside the ring opposite Mrs. Red.

The referee rings the bell as both men charge each other and lock up in the center of the ring. Jo maneuvers Red into a headlock. Red backs to the ropes and pushes Jo away. Jo races to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a shoulder block that sends Red straight to the mat in the center of the ring.

Jo stares down at Red for a moment. Mr. Red begins to struggle his way back to his feet. Jo eventually gets tired of wait and forcefully pulls Red to his feet and shoves him into a corner. He begins to chop Red’s chest until it turns a bright shade of pink. After chopping Red a few times, Jo walks away and taunts at the crowd as they begin the chant Mr. Red’s name. Red quickly bounces out of the corner and, as Jo turns around, connects with his running enzuigiri known as the Cincinnati Swing.

Jo falls to the mat and Red grabs his legs to attempt the Red-Lock. As he turns Jo over, Red is met with a devastating missile dropkick from Mo. Mr. Red hits the mat and Mo-Jo begin to stomp away at the fallen Reds fan.

The referee calls for the bell and then signals for more referees. A few ACW officials hit the ring and pull Mo-Jo off of Mr. Red. Mrs. Red slides into the ring and crawls over to her fallen man as Mo-Jo are forced up the ramp by the officials.

Mrs. Red sits Mr. Red up. He glares up the ramp and Mo-Jo and mouths to them that it’s not over between us.

FADE OUT.

[BK London]

Segment: EVERYTHING is better?
Credit: Wayde Russeller

The camera goes to the parking lot where tons of fans and some ACW superstars are hanging out. Ginger walks out bewildered and confused. He looks around at the half naked ladies and his wrestlers with utter disgust. He spots an ACW referee and grabs him.

Ginger: HEY! You have to call a match later tonight, what do you think your doing??

Zebra: I told him that but he dragged me and said "Everythings better with a beer in your hand"

Ginger: Everything is better with what?? Give me that (snatches beer from the reffs hands) and tell me where I can find Wayde.

Zebra: I last saw him by the keg, well actually I've only seen him by the keg.

Ginger storms off in the direction of the keg and pushes past the eager beer drinkers. He spots Wayde and walks up to him.

Ginger: Mr. Russeller? Can you tell me the meaning of this?

WR: HOWDY GINGY! Hey ya'll we got the man in charge out here now! Grab a beer and start having fun, cuz everything is better with a .....

Ginger: Yeah I know, A beer in your hand. But you have to understand I am trying to run a show here! Not only are half the fans out here but you have wrestlers who haven't fought yet drinking beer! How are they going to perform??

WR: EASY! Beer will only make them better, hell it makes me better!

Ginger: You can't honestly expect me to believer you fight better when your drunk.

WR: Well believe it! You'll surely see in due time.

Ginger: I cannot have you wrestling on my show drunk! Its not safe! And I can't have these people wrestling drunk either!

WR: Ok OK OK! Don't get your panties in bunch, I'll close the keg for now, let them finish, and then we'll continue. I need some alone time any way. I just picked me up a BEAUTY! She is pretty. skinny, average breasts, and nice honky tonk badunkadunk! Here she is now.

A WELL over weight women walks up licking her lips. Ginger dudes face shows pure shock and disgust as he gags and dry heaves before running off.

WR: See his problem is he needs a beer! It makes everything look, taste, and feel better!

Scene fades as he makes out with the beer goggles woman.

[BK London]

Segment: Love was its name (Credit: BK London)

As BK London appears on the sceen again tonight, he's seen making his way down the corridor in his ring gear. He's obviously ready for his match against Jay Zero tonight, but he has one more stop to make before he can embark on that encounter. He finally stops, and it's in front of the office of none other than the Chairman of the Board, Gingerdude.

Without wasting time, he blows past his receptionist - Anna Sommers - and quickly barges into the office.

But what he finds is the last thing he wanted to set his eyes upon.

The last person he wanted to see.

It wasn't Ginger, oh no, it was none other than his new personal assistant, Kiley Johnson - ex-wife of BK London.

For the first time in a while, or ever maybe, we see BK London shocked. And so is Kiley, herself.

Similiar to what happened before he sent Adrian Flamingo plummeting to a near-fatal injury, thoughts of the past ran through his head:

The first time they met on the last day of high school in Brooklyn.

The first date they ever went on.

Their adoption of their young daughter Princess.

The day they finally got married.

BK London and Kiley fighting on the same side for the first time in ACW.

BK London in the hospital, nearly brought to tears, after she was attacked by Ridley and Jade in HWL.

Her return to ACW after that.

Kiley deciding to stay at home with Princess while BK London returned from his first injury in December 2005. That long kiss that would last BK London for the better part of the year.

Kiley and BK London's dispute after BK's #1 fan Bryanna stepped into the picture just under a year ago.

Kiley by BK London's beside after he was injured at the hands of Flamingo.

But perhaps the most prominent thought was of BK London simply watching Kiley as she packed up her things, with tears in her eyes, and leaving him. It was the last time he saw Kiley since, it was the last time he ever wanted to see her. He was disgusted with her. He no longer wanted to look at the face he loved for the better part of 3-4 years. But there she was, staring him in his face from only about 7 feet away.

Slowly BK London advanced toward her, and Kiley stepped toward him. The former star crossed lovers continued to gaze into each other's eyes for a few moments, and BK London saw something in them that snapped him back to reality. He didn't see the shimmer in his eyes that he saw when the two were madly in love. The only word BK London could muster out before storming out the office was a word that was like a stake through Kiley's heart.

BK London: ......BITCH!

After that BK London was gone.

It had happened so quickly, that Kiley wasn't even able to soak in what just happened here. She dropped the paperwork of Gingerdude out of her hands as she continued to stare towards the door that her former husband left through. After that, she dropped to her knees, simply staring off in space. As her eyes began to water up, the segment faded out.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Ladybugs and Champagne (Credit: Lucrezia)

Chairman Gingerdude had been sitting in Starbucks for well over thirty minutes now, sipping on lattes and alternatively glaring at customers strolling in wearing multicolored Crocs. Few words passed his lips, except the occasional under-his-breath mockery of the next idiot boasting a plastic mold for a shoe. Ginger closes his eyes rather than look at a particularly barmy woman, her shocking pink Crocs clashing horribly with her flaming red hair.

Gingerdude: It's like God cursed the Earth with a visual pestilence.

He taps his foot, checking his Rolex. Still no sign of her. He extracts the hot lid from his cup, scooping up copious amounts of steamed milk foam with the underside of the lid, sucking it with an almost indecent relish. The ginger woman casts him a disapproving stare, her curly red hair twisting around her neck like a manic crimson snake.

Gingerdude: Oh, go butter your Crocs, you silly little ginger.

Moments later, two burly baristas toss a protesting Ginger to the curb, throwing his empty latte cup after him. The thoroughly disgruntled chairman dusts himself off, readjusting his designer jacket and murdering ogglers with a chairman's death stare. He told Anna to meet him in the Starbucks a few blocks from the arena. Hopefully, she'll catch sight of him nearby, and he'll hail her down. He sits on a nearby park bench, adjacent to a small variety garden.

Gingerdude: Stupid ginger woman. Bah!

A small, bright red ladybug flutters onto his kneecap. Her feelers inspect her new denim surroundings, crawling amicably up his leg. Ginger pauses in his homage to Eric Cartman, extending an index finger for the ladybug to perch on. She complies, and soon Ginger is face to face with the popular insect, a symbol for luck and charity worldwide.

Gingerdude: Aren't you a fine specimen? Now, don't go opening up that can of worms, I won't have you--oh bugger me.

It's too late. His mind is racing faster and faster, zooming past ladybugs with remarkable speed. He lands, quite uncomfortably, in a luxury cruise chair, opposite a woman most men would kill to possess. Hardly believing his good luck, twenty-one years younger Ginger smooths his hair, laughing gaily at a charming joke. Faith Sommers is the spitting image of her daughter, though her eyes brim with kindness instead of cruel sarcasm.

Faith Sommers: Two in the front, five in the back! Oh, that's just too much!

Ginger's mouth moves automatically, reenacting his first fateful meeting with the woman that would forever change his life.

Gingerdude: Agreed! So, Ms. Sommers, what brings you on this delightful cruise?

Faith Sommers: Oh! Well my husband--

Ginger mentally slaps himself, and shoots the blank face of Mr. Sommers with a double-barreled shotgun.

Faith Sommers: --is a shipping magnate. This is a luxury cruise he owns, and I 'do the rounds' on occasion.

Gingerdude: Wow. Shipping magnate. That's...impressive. Care for some champagne?

Faith blushes, face a little flushed from the wine. But she nods, enthusiastically, and Ginger pours her a healthy glass, the bubbles frothing up and over the edge.

Faith Sommers: Thank you! Yes, well, he's quite successful. I have everything I've ever dreamed of.

Faith Sommers wishes her expressions could match what she was actually saying. Ginger notices her sadness, her quiet disapproval, and internal lamentations. Why was she so unhappy?

A ladybug, recently escaped from an unfortunate garden salad, crawls lazily up the stem of the glass, maneuvering delicately past the streams of golden froth running down to the tablecloth. With a comical leap, it misses the mark and splashes into the rich champagne.

Gingerdude: Oh, you have something in your champagne! What is it...?

Faith Sommers: A ladybug! Oh, how ridiculous...

Ginger and Faith attempt to retrieve the ladybug simultaneously. Skin contact. Eyes lock. "Ladybug in the champagne." Champagne dripping down cleavage. A hearty thrust, a moan, a shiver, a shudder, sleep.

"Flowers meant for him, but it's not his birthday."

Present day Ginger bolts up. He had been dozing, reliving memories that ought not to be relived. With a mighty tug, he hoists himself back up to his feet. The show would begin soon. He needed to get back to the arena, with or without a cathartic father-daughter reunion. Anna could wait. Faith waited for much longer. And it killed her.

Ginger makes the trek back to the arena, eyes downcast. Alone, always alone.

It is winter now. Snow would be falling over France. It is falling over the coast of Normandy, over the Opéra de Marseille, falling on a small café shop in Paris. Falling, too, over the grave of Faith Sommers, nestled in an unremarkable cemetary in Guérande.

And in a cozy loft in the Laureano household, Anna chokes back tears, clutching a picture of her dead Faith close to her breast.

Fade.

[BK London]

Match 4: BK London vs. Jay Zero (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::ACW::.. JAY ZERO VS. BK LONDON..::WARFARE::..

Time limit: 30 Minutes
Referee: Keiji Makabe

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Jay Zero
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hometown: Portland, Maine

BK London
Age: 23
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 243 lbs.
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York

The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.

The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and stares across the ring at his opponent, awaiting the bell to sound.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: Zero and BK London circle one another a couple of times before finally giving into the crowd and locking up. The fans explode out of their seats as two of ACW’s brightest stars grapple back and forth for what seems to be a long time. Being the stronger of the two, BK London begins to drive Jay Zero back, but the wily Zero pulls out of the grapple and spins around for a whipkick that catches London right between the eyes! Falling back to the mat BK doesn’t allow himself to fall victim to a combo attack by quickly rolling to the ropes and pulling himself up. Now vertical, both competitors rush toward one another and end up colliding with a double clothesline! Keiji starts the standing 10 count and since both men have a lot in their tanks, they both make it up before five. Throwing away both his style and grace, Zero decides to get his hands dirty with THE HEAD BUTT! London gets blasted by three jabs, a knee to his gut and then finally a face buster into the groin! Zero leaps up from this move and observes that London is still down. It is at this moment that Jay switches into Lucha mode and heads to the top rope for some razzle dazzle! Leaping off with Hurricaneranas and body splashes, he keeps the crowd entertained all the way to the match’s mid point.

MATCH MIDPOINT: Legendary WWF commentator Gorilla Monsoon always used to say “he went to the well too many times Jess.” Unfortunately for Jay Zero, he must have never heard this for he is now up on the top rope attempting his THIRD body splash. Sensing what’s coming, BK gets his knees up at the last second and Zero gets blasted as he lands right on top of them! Leaping up in pain, he won’t be allowed any time to shake it off and BK leaps up onto his feet and clutches Zero’s back. He then pulls him back onto his knees again, this time for a LUNG BLOWER. Dazed, Jay Zero is allowed the time to crawl back onto his feet for Mr. London waits for the right moment to strike. As soon as he sees his opportunity, he takes it in the form of a YAKUZA KICK FROM HELL! The impact of the move would make even Monster K proud as Zero does a mid air 180 and crash lands onto his back. Keeping the combo meter going, BK drives a series of elbows into Zero’s back before picking him up and tossing him into the corner! From there BK runs in and nails Zero with a running back elbow and then combos again with a bionic version! Now laying prone on the mat, BK London attempts a pin fall but only manages two and a half before Zero kicks out!

MATCH ENDING: It’s a chase to the finish line during the late stages of the match and the victory can be either man’s for the taking! After breaking out everything they have, both realize that fancy moves won’t get the job done tonight and are now are relying on their raw power in an attempt to knock the other man out. Chopping each other in the chest, it’s a war to see who will fall first with neither man giving ground. Finally having enough of this back and forth action, Jay Zero pulls back and shoots forward with a flash kick but BK London manages to escape it by side stepping! Seeing Jay Zero wide open, he combos with a Dragon Screw! Knowing all the little tricks, London puts an little extra twist at the end of the move causing Zero’s knee to explode in pain! As he watches Zero pull himself up from the canvas, he smells blood and knows the time to strike is now! Turning around, Zero has zero time to react as he sees BK’s foot coming right at his face! He gets blasted by the SHADES OF MICHAELS and the rest from here is history! Making the cover, BK London just sits back and enjoys the sound of Keiji’s hand smacking the mat three times.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MELTDOWN WINNER: BK LONDON!

[BK London]

Not Allowed In The Ring (Credit: Jake Cheng)

Boredom. The Feeling one gets when there is a lack of things to do and/or one wants to do something interesting but cannot.

Jake: Why do I even come to the arena?

The 14K Triad locker room is a little different than last time we were here; decorations and wood flooring give the room new life. In addition to the poker table, there is now a couch in front of the big screen TV that can be used for sitting. A minifridge was installed under a countertop that runs along the wall and juts out, separating the poker table area from the new stove/kitchen area.

Jake lies down at the poker table, using his arms as cushion for his head like he was back in school trying to sleep. Wing kneels down to grab a drink from the fridge and Lee, oddly enough, leans against a wall, playing with a paddleball.

Jake: I mean, I haven’t had a match since Ragnarok. Can someone tell me why?

Wing: So you can see Kirsten?

Jake: ...Touche.

Silence returns to the group. A small ‘twang’ noise comes before a small red rubber ball flies across the room and hits some glass, which shatters due to the immense speed of the ball. Wing and Jake both looks over at Lee, who opens his mouth to speak as he rarely does, but it interrupted by a ringing. The three men wait for the other to pick up, but the ringing eventually goes away.

Jake: Who was that?

Wing: Not me.

Lee shrugs and Jake rubs his goatee. Then a loud, creaky noise is heard, and then the fax machine starts to print a message.

Jake: When the hell did we get a fax?

The page finished printing and Wing rips it out and hangs it to Jake.

Jake: Dear Jake Cheng. When the hell did you get a fax? Well, at least I’m not the only one. When did you gu-

Wing: Can you just keep reading?

Jake: Oh sorry. Anyway, I’m going to send you the contract for the Bloody Valentine title match. You need to sign it and send it back so that your opponent can sign it during the ceremony. Thanks. Chairman Gingerdude

And as if at the end of the letter was a cue, another page starts to be printed from the fax machine. Jake rips the letter in half, crumples it up and throws it a good distance to the trashcan. If he wasn’t so pissed, Jake would yell “BALLIN’” but instead he just yells out of anger.

Jake: AM I NOT ALLOWED IN THE RING ANYMORE? What is up with this bullshit?! Am I just supposed to sit here until I am supposed to defend my title? Can I just stay home from now on? Do you guys just want to leave? No wait! I still have to find Kirsten!

The fax stops making its noise. Jake gets up and takes the printed contract and signs on the line he is supposed to and puts it back in the machine’s slot.

Jake: I don’t know how work this piece of shit, you two send it back. I’m taking a walk.

And like that, the ACW World Champion leaves the locker room. Lee walks over to the fax machine and hits the convenient ‘return to sender’ button and watches the paper get sucked up by the fax machine. Wing walks over to the lamp and picks up the sharps of the lightbulb that Lee broke.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment (OTA): The Glass Prison (Credit: Hunter)

The concept just doesn't strike him as incredibly effective. After all, don't the fellow members of Alcoholics Anonymous know who their peers are? It's been bugging him this entire time, as he downed the remnants of his cup. They serve coffee at these meetings, but he's not sure why. After all, isn't coffee just as bad as alcohol? Certainly not as destructive, but considerably more addictive. He can see the signs of addiction still lingering among them. The tapping of the feet, the sensual rubbing of the cup, the blank stare at the dark liquid. But thankfully for him, he drank alcohol. This, commonly, leads to more bizarre side effects. So as he looks at the people sitting around him, he cannot help but wonder what will happen this time around. Or maybe he already knows. Because, honestly, who can control oneself better than oneself?

Charles: Okay, so who's next?

Charles. He knows the name because it's printed on his shirt. Again, isn't it meant to be anonymous? Having finished off his own cup of alcohol that he should theoretically not have had in the first place, he raises his hand. Charles smiles.

Hunter: Hi, I'm a drunk.

Charles: Oh, come on, don't be modest. You know how to properly introduce yourself, don't you?

Hunter: In this situation? Not particularly. I don't see the point of introducing myself if this is "alcoholics anonymous."

Charles: We are anonymous from others, not from ourselves.

Hunter: Oh. Well then shouldn't that be a part of the title? "Alcoholics Anonymous From Others?" AAFO? Still fairly catchy.

Charles: Please, just let it all out.

Hunter: Well...okay. Fine, my name is Andrew, as the small little tag on my breast reads. If you couldn't see it then you've definitely been drinking recently.

His laugh is not replicated.

Hunter: Mmm, right. Okay, fair enough. Uh...so...what do I say?

Charles: Have you been paying attention at all?

Hunter: Uh.

Pause.

Hunter: No.

Charles: Then why are you even here?

Hunter: My boss forced me to go here.

Charles: And what do you do?

Hunter: I wrestle. In fact, I was late because I was signing autographs.

Charles: You were the second one here. After me.

He looks at the snickering faces of those around him.

Hunter: ...yeah, well, they didn't know that!

Charles: Please just continue.

Hunter: Fine, I'll wing it. Uh...

He looks around lazily.

Hunter: I haven't had a drink since...I don't know...three minutes ago?

The eyes of those around him widen. He notices.

Hunter: Oh, well, yeah. I mean, I'll be honest, I like coffee and all that, but I can't quit drinking it after I start. Alcohol's easier.

Charles: Well, I wouldn't say that.

Hunter: Says the guy on his third cappuccino.

This time there are laughs, and naturally this just feeds him.

Charles: Look, I don't appreciate you disrupting these proceedings.

Hunter: Proceedings? Fuck that, man, this isn't a court case. Let's be honest, alcohol, if consumed safely, isn't all that bad. I propose that all of these people should just go down into their basements and crack open a few bottle of vodka and just go fucking nuts. Their families can lock them down there, and they can go through the whole fucking system without harming anyone. Next morning everyone's happy and safe.

Charles: But it is destructive!

Hunter: Yeah, but people smoke and that's destructive too, right?

Charles: Yes, but---

Hunter: And some people smoke an abnormal amount per day, right?

Charles: I suppose---

Hunter: Then where the hell is Smoker's Anonymous?

Pause. He's not sure if what he said has made sense to the leader of this meeting or if the leader is just dumb struck from what he is saying.

Hunter: Look, I'm saying you're overrating it. Maybe we should just open up private bars and close public ones. Or, hell, lock everyone into a bar. Or, hell...fuck it, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Charles: CLEARLY!

Hunter: The point is, I want to make some money right now, not sit in a meeting and be bored all fucking night. So people, I've got a hell of a lot of whiskey in my trunk. Interested?

Charles: Absolutely not! It's preposterous that you would even suggest such a terrible, terrible possibility. We here at AA are strong, powerful, and above ALL else...

His voice trails off when he notices that the entire room has emptied and has followed Hunter into the parking lot. Charles stares blankly at the door, but there is a significant lack of anger on his face. His eyes slowly trail down to Hunter's chair, and under it he sees Hunter's cup. He quickly rushes over to it and looks into, and he sees one very tiny drop of whiskey. He quickly raises the glass, and a few moments later, the drop hits his tongue. He smiles. How much could Hunter possibly be charging?

End

[BK London]

The Beginning
Jay Zero

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We cut into our next shot. It appears to be backstage and we find a disgruntled Jay Zero walking down the hallway hanging his shoulders and looking back and forth through the halls. After more walking down the hall he reaches his destination and opens the locker room door. As his body moves we see the name plate "LIMELIGHT." He walks into the room and is immediately greeted by a giant palm wrapped around his throat. Limelight whips him around and slams him into a wall and then lifts him off the ground.

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Jay Zero *Coughing*: Get! .... Your hands! --OFF ME!

He kicks his legs all around as he gasps for air. Nicholas Savich walks up to Jay Zero with a frown on his face.

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Savich: Is it done?

Jay Zero: ---What? The ... The title?!

Savich: Yes... did you take care of it? I don't see it with you so I'm only assuming you were a good little boy and did what you were told.

Jay Zero: Yes, it's gone!

Savich: Excellent. Lime--drop him.

Limelight smiles as he whips around and throws Jay onto the ground very hardly. Jay smacks his head on the carpeted floor, but his main concern is breathing. He begins gasping out loud for air, holding his throat.

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Savich: I was wrong Jay. You HAVE changed. ....YOU'VE GONE SOFT ON ME!

He motions and Limelight runs forward with a big boot to the gut of Zero.

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Savich: The old you wouldn't just give it up without a fight! Dammit the old you wouldn't even have given it up! What a moron!

Limelight drops another boot into his chest.

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Savich: So you know what, I think it's time Limelight and I whipped you back into shape, eh? Oh this will be great! We're gonna beat and whip you so much that you're gonna think this is some kind of sex technique that your perverted friend Thunderkiss would enjoy!

Limelight grabs Jay by the collar of his shirt and yanks him to his feet. Limelight moans as he picks Jay up and runs across the room, ramming him back first into the wall. Jay yells out in pain before collapsing to the floor.

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Savich: What do you say, Jay? Personally, I believe it's a GREAT idea! Well of course it is---It WAS my idea after all! Hahaha!

Jay Zero *Coughing and groaning in pain*: You .... You son-of-a-bitch! You said! ---You said he'd back off! *Cough* If I got rid of -- the title! *Cough*

Savich: Oh --- Did I? Whoops!

Limelight grabs Jay by the hair and rams his face into the ground. His skull bounces off like a bouncy ball onto a hard cement floor.

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Savich: So as punishment for your cussing at me and as the first act of toughening you back up---I got you a match tonight. Actually, it's kind of soon! Limelight, don't you think it's just great that Jay Zero finally gets to go one on one with the man he's talked so much smack about? I just think it's delightful that BK London is finally going to get his chance to shut your sorry ass up! Good luck Jay! You're going to need it!

---Alright, we're down here. Get him out!

Limelight bends over and picks Jay up. He "assists" him over to the door.

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Jay Zero: BK?!

Just then the door is opened and just like last Monday, Limelight tosses Jay out the door, right onto the cold cement floor of the backstage area.

The scene fades out.

[BK London]

Match 5: Jon Taylor vs. Fallen Souls - ACW International Championship (Credit: BK London)

As the match starts off, both men don't waste any time getting this thing started and they immediately lock up in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Taylor, being the more technically sound of the two quickly latches FSX in a side headlock, but FSX manages to slip his head out of the grip of Taylor and grabs him from behind. The former International Champion attempts to go for a rear waistlock takedown, but Taylor blocks it and completes a standing switch. Taylor reverts back to the side headlock position and takes FSX down with a side headlock takedown. A very agressive headlock Taylor exhibits, probably coming along with his new persona as the Ultimate Competitor. FSX attempts to have Taylor release the hold with a head scissors, but each time FSX attempts it - Taylor swats his legs away. FSX now rolls over on his side, rolling Taylor at the same time and pinning his shoulder down. Referee Keiji Makabe attempts to make the count, but before he can even count one, Taylor shifts his body weight and returns to the same position. The two men slowly begin rising up, and it's FSX who now takes a much more aggressive method to releasing the hold and starts elbowing the International Champion repeatedly in his abdomen. This gets a bit of support from the crowd, and once Taylor is keeled over in pain, FSX looks to bounce off the ropes and possibly capitalize with a manuever. Before he can even reach the ropes, Taylor manages to grab a hold of FSX's long hair and slams him head first down to the canvas below. Makabe begins to warn Taylor about the illegal use of hair, but he pays no attention. Taylor pulls the strands of FSX's hair out of his hands and looks down at the fallen Senatoral Stable member and smiles.

Taylor grabs FSX, picking him up and tossing him over to the corner before unleashing a flury of elbows to his jaw. The onslaught of elbows begin to take a toll on FSX, and now he sinks down into the corner once Makabe brings a stop to Taylor's offense. Makabe and Taylor begin exchanging words while FSX is attempting to rise back to his feet, and once he does, Taylor blows past the referee and delivers a running knee right to the head of Fallen Souls. FSX is sent flying through the middle rope to the outside below. A good amount of heat is directed towards Taylor as he looks down at his competitor on the outside from in the ring, and simply waits for him to get back into the ring. He begins to scream at Makabe to start making the count, and while Makabe won't take that sort of tone from any wrestler, he knows that's full well what he has to do. By the count of 6, FSX has grabbed onto the ringskirt and he pulls himself into the ring only to be stomped viciously by Jon Taylor. Taylor picks up FSX and whips him hard into the corner before backing up in the opposite corner. He slaps his knee, possibly looking for a big time move, and once he runs full speed towards FSX - he is floored as FSX bursts out of the corner with an impressive Lariat. Taylor is leveled with a Washing Lariat like manuever, and both men are down for the count. It's anyone's ball game from here, but it looks like Taylor has managed to recover from the move a bit more quickly than his opponent FSX. Taylor approaches FSX, hoping to gain back the advantage but FSX delivers a chop across his chest that sends the champion stumbling backwards. Taylor advances towards FSX again, only to recieve another chop to the chest. FSX is going chop crazy in the ring and the crowd is loving it, until Taylor manages to bring an end to it with a hefty knee to the abdomen.

Taylor continues his vicious onslaught with a huge knee to the forehead, bringing FSX down to the ground. Taylor signals for the end of the match and he stalks FSX from behind as he slowly gets up. FSX gets up, turns around and runs right into a kick by the International Champion. He sets him up for the Taylor Made, but FSX manages to counter it in mid-air, striking Taylor in the face with his knee. FSX slips off Taylor's shoulder and strike's Taylor with a huge Enziguri to the back of his head. Taylor stumbles around a bit and FSX delivers another which finally brings him face first down to the mat. FSX makes the cover in this match, but Taylor manages to kick out right after two. FSX, a bit roughed up in this match thus far, picks up Taylor and whips him into the corner. He goes for the clothesline in the corner, but Taylor manages to get his feet up which may knock a tooth loose for FSX. Taylor now grabs FSX's with his legs and attempts to go for the Triangle of Perfection but FSX manages to evade it. He however lifts up Taylor in a Inverted Fireman's Carry before planting him in the mat with an Inverted Soul Transfer without the Emerald Fusion. It's a move that knocks Taylor out for a loop and FSX shifts his weight and throws his arm over the chest of Taylor. Makabe makes the count and we have a new International Champion.

Phillip: And the winner, and NEW ACW International Champion, Fallen Souls!

Jon Taylor is laid out in the center of the ring as FSX staggers up to his feet with help from the ropes. Makabe brings over the International Championship and awards it to the Seoul native and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. FSX rolls out of the ring and holds his newly one championship up over his head, and he heads to the back.

The International Championship is back in the camp of the Senatorial Stable, and you can be sure that the stable will be happy about this particular win.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment “Cheaters Never Win, Winners Never Cheat!” Credit: BK/TK

[The carnage of the main event has now been swept aside to make way for what the people really want - the Bloody Valentine contract signing! Standing in the ring at this very moment is the Chairman of ACW, Gingerdude, and the number one contender himself, Thunderkiss. Behind them both sits a table where TK’s ticket to the top resides, a ticket he has waited OH so long to claim as his own.]

Chairman Gingerdude: Thunderkiss, the moment you have so patiently awaited has finally arrived. There on a table is a contract written up for a match against ACW World Champion Jake Cheng at Bloody Valentine, alright signed and faxed to me by the champion himself. All that awaits is your own signature, and since I know you a bloke who has never been shy to give an autograph, lets not keep the crowd waiting.

Mr. 500%: Finally, the moment all of us have been waiting for. I know you want me to quickly sign this paper and get this over with Ginger, but if you don’t mind, I’m just going to take a second and just soak in this wonderful and long overdue moment

[As TK closes his eyes and tilts back his head, his moment of remembrance is shattered by the blaring sounds of “Hello Brooklyn ” by Jay-Z.]

Mr. 500%: What the - ?!

[And its shattered even further by the roar of the crowd as they witness BK London coming out from the entrance way!]

Mr. 500%: What’s he doing here?! He is RUINING my moment! You send him away! You send him away NOW!

[Thunderkiss’ pleas are all but ignored by the Chairman who decides to take a neutral position in this matter. Perhaps if TK didn’t knock up his Godchild, things would be much different. You know what they say, “karma’s a bitch.”

Stomping up the ring steps BK London appears to be in a much different mood than he was earlier in the night. Long gone are the images of showboating and playfulness as they have been replaced with an appearance of seriousness and urgency. As soon as he is in the ring, he calls for a microphone and gets one tossed to him courtesy of Phillip Jones. With one motion of his hand, BK quells the crowd and all begin to listen as he gets right up in TK’s face.]

BK London: Before you sign that contract, I thought I would come out and congratulate you Thunderkiss...

Mr. 500% *smiling*: Well thanks! Let me congratulate you on always being second best!

BK London: Yeah, I wanted to congratulate you on being a great CHEATER!

[The crowd gasps including the announce team. Wanting very much to say their thoughts, both McNally & Edison remain silent in respect of this larger than life moment.]

Mr. 500% *laughing*: How silly of me to think you were actually going to be humble about this BK.

BK London: Drop the act Thunderkiss. I have PROOF.

[And now its TK’s demeanor that changes as his smile is instantly wiped off his face.]

Mr. 500%: Oh?

BK London: Did somebody his smile? That would make the 2nd person tonight I’ve seen that happen to. If you don’t know what I’m talking about TK, I think you better check the Alpha-Tron

[BK turns his head toward the big screen and like spectators watching a tennis match, everyone in the crowd does as well. Within an instant the following video plays upon its screen.]

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[On the center of the screen resides Kevin Anderson, looking very roughed up and held against his will. Bruises and blood spatter his face like an abstract painting and saying he looks frightened would be the understatement of the year. His mood only gets worse as the booming voice of BK London yells at him off screen - ]

BK London: Say it!

Kevin Anderson: I’m sorry Thunderkiss! He’s making me talk!

BK London: Shut up! Say it now!

Kevin Anderson: Alright! Alright! I rigged the vote for Thunderkiss! I RIGGED THE VOTE!

[And with that, the screen fades back to black.]

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Maxwell McNally: Oh lord.

BK London: Speechless? That’s ok Thunderkiss, I’ll do the talking for you. I think the words you are looking for are “cheaters never win, winners never cheat!”

And without further notice, before Thunderkiss can even react, he is floored by a quick and swift Shades of Michaels by the former ACW Heavyweight Champion. Dropping down beside the business like table, he lays inert as BK London stands over him.

There is a massive pop from the crowd tonight as this is the moment that they've TRULY been waiting for. BK London's trademark smirk makes a brief appearance tonight as he looks down at the huge behemoth. Suddenly, he turns his attention over to the contract still lying on the table. With Thunderkiss' whole 'soaking in the moment', it seems that he neglected to do one thing he was obligated to do out here.

BK walks over to the table and picks up the contract, staring at it for a few moments before shooting a glance over at Chairman Gingerdude - who is now watching from a safe distance. He places the contract back down on the desk and removes the pen from the little holder on top before flipping through the first three pages. There it is, the dotted line he hoped to see thanks to the ACW voting system, but thanks to Thunderkiss he had to reach it on his own accord.

And with a few motions of the wrist, instead of Thunderkiss' name on that contract, we see BK London's instead. He tosses the clip board with the contract right on the chest of Thunderkiss before "Hello Brooklyn" hits one more time. At this point, the crowd is absolute estatic once they see BK London's name on that contract instead of TK's. BK steps out of the ring and walks right past Gingerdude before shooting him another glance, he smirks once more and heads up the ramp as Gingerdude makes his way back into the ring.

Gingerdude flips through the pages and sees BK London's signature and looks down at Thunderkiss who is beginning to come to. He knows that Thunderkiss won't be happy once he realizes what has happened. With that, Meltdown fades out.

Who will face Jake Cheng for the title at Bloody Valentine?

How much further will this Limelight story escalate?

Will FSX's new reign last longer than his first?

Stay tuned. Same channel. Same place. Same crazy e-fed.

End Show.

[Jake]

Wow, didn't expect that to happen. Congrats X.

[jonnyomega]

Let's Go Stable!

[Lass Sarin]

Good work everyone! <3