Thursday Night Meltdown February 28th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown February 27, 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Blaine Stone vs. Jin

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Thunder Train vs. Lucrezia

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Jon Taylor vs. Wayde Russler

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Jonny Hughes vs. Jason Freeman

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Fallen Souls vs. Jake Cheng

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[BK London]

Segment: Clint Eastwood (Credit: ?)

Meltdown has begun in earnest. After the fireworks die down and the frenzy of the audience reaches a reasonable level, we cut to Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison for the introductions.

Maxwell McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, this is, as usual, Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison standing by to commentate what is sure to be another thrilling edition of Thursday Night Meltdown.

Eddie Edison: And as all of you should know, ACW’s February pay-per-view, Bloody Valentine, was last Saturday, and it was indeed the heart-pounding, hair-raising experience we all had thought it would be. But fear not, good audience, ACW action shows no sign of letting up and al–

Suddenly, a rapid flash of static overtakes the screen. If you blinked, you probably missed it. Edison certainly missed it as he continues to talk.

Edison: –the fallout from Bloody Valentine is here, folks. We’ve got an amazing schedule of match–

Static again. This time just slightly longer in duration.

Edison: –or you tonight, and–

Edison pauses as he appears to be receiving some kind of message over his headset.

Edison: ...Wait, what? What’s ha–

Static.

Edison: –ning? Someth–

Static.

Edison: –ong? What is–

Static.

Edison: –on?

McNally: Uh, folks, we seem to be having some te–

Static.

McNally: –ulties. Please st–

Static.

McNally: –th us. We’ll resume airing sh–

Static once more. This time, it does not go away as this foreign signal has taken over the Meltdown broadcast for good. The snow lingers for a few seconds, then the picture implodes on itself and leaves the screen in total darkness, the same effect that occurs when one turns off the TV.

After a brief moment, a loud click is heard as a bright spotlight shines down on one lone spot. Standing directly underneath the gleam of the light is a solitary male figure. Unfortunately, the wide panning shot of the camera does not allow for a close enough shot of the man for the audience to make out any defining features. We can see that he is a male of Caucasian ethnicity. He wears only a pair of karate gi pants. His richly-tanned body is knotted with intensely lean muscle. The camera spins around him as some kind of faraway tribal chanting rings throughout.

When the drums come in, the camera fades out slowly and fade back into a close shot of the man’s abdomen. He has an intricately chiseled six-pack with the words “FLOAT ON” tattooed in a semi-circle across his stomach. Cut to another wide pan shot. This time, the locale is a scorched desert wasteland. Cut to a shot of the man running across the arid land while hauling a gigantic log on his shoulder. The shot is from behind, however, so we still cannot see his face. Beads of sweat the size of marbles roll off his skin as the oppressive sun beats relentlessly down on him. His massive shoulders heave mightily up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

Another slow fadeout, then fade back into another close shot, this time of the man’s upper arm. On it is a tattoo of the logo for the soda Blue BrainWash. Cut to another one of the man’s unique workout techniques. Yet again is the shot of his back, concealing his face. This time, he’s in an abandoned warehouse. One long rope hangs form the ceiling. The man clutches the rope firmly with one hand and pulls himself up over and over. With each pull, we can see his muscles bulge as they strain under the duress.

Fade out again and fade in to a shot of his inside forearm. The tattoo here is one of a yin yang symbol, only the traditional black and white are replaced with images of the German and Irish flags swirling into each other. Cut to a final shot of the man in another training exercise. A giant wooden crate, about three and a half feet in height, stands before the man. With one mighty leap, he hops gracefully onto the top of the box. As soon as his feet make contact with the box, he pushes off to send him back down to the floor. Just as quickly as he pushed off the box, he jumps back onto the box. He repeats this multiple times in a furious frenzy, going so quickly that his form is almost obscured into a blur.

The scene turns to black. After a few moments, letters, written in a font that almost resembles splattered blood begin to be etched across the screen.

COLLECT THE CLUES

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The static strikes once more, but this time, once it disappears, we return to the regularly scheduled Meltdown broadcast. Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison sit dumbfounded at the previous turn of events.

McNally: Well...uh...let’s see...

Edison: ON WITH THE SHOW!

[BK London]

Segment: “The Title Presentation” Credit: The Entourage

[Tonight our show makes it out of the starting gate with a shot of our announce team who, like the crowd, are revved up and ready to end the month of February with a bang!]

Maxwell McNally: Welcome to a NEW ERA here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. The dust has finally settled after Bloody Valentine and one thing is for sure, ACW will never be the same!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Boy, you can say that again Maxwell! Two brand new champions -

WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Wait a minute, what’s that noise?

WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP

[The noise continues to get louder and louder until it finally becomes so loud that it begins to drown out our announcer’s voices.]

Maxwell McNally: Look! Up there!

[As Eddie follows Max’s finger upwards, he notices a large Helicopter dropping down into the arena through its retractable roof. The helicopter hovers there for a few seconds causing enormous wind gusts to kick up throughout the arena. Several fans brace themselves onto their seats and watch on as their posters and hats blow away into the wind. Before they can chase them down, their eyes become fixated upon the helicopter as its door slides open and a rope is dropped into the ring. Second later, a body emerges from the chopper’s door and begins to descend down the rope into the ACW arena!]

Random Fan: LOOK! ITS THUNDERKISS!

[“God of Thunder” hits the sound system sending a fever pitch throughout the crowd. Fans are seen almost climbing on top of one another to get a clear shot of the arrival of Thunderkiss! Landing safely in the ring, Thunderkiss takes off his harness and the rope ascends upwards back into the chopper. With a salute, Thunderkiss watches the helicoper then fly away into the night sky.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: My GOD what an entrance! I wonder how much it cost to rent that helicopter out!?

Maxwell McNally: The only man who has that answer is heading out to the ring right now Eddie!

[From the back comes Chairman Gingerdude. In his hands he carries the ACW World Title, newly tailored for its current owner. It is covered with a protective cloth to ensure it arrives to its new owner without a scratch or dent. Entering the ring, the Chairman walks over to Thunderkiss and extends his hand outward for a handshake. TK gladly accepts the gesture with a smile and returns the favor with a pat to his boss’ back.]

Chairman Gingerdude: It is with great pride that I bestow upon you the ACW World Title and the honors that go with it! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the 20th World Champion of Alpha Championship Wrestling - THUNDERKISS!

[The Chairman grips both sides the title and lifts it straight out of its protective cloth. Handing it to Thunderkiss, flashbulbs pop throughout the arena causing almost near white out conditions.]

Thunderkiss: Hey thanks gramps!

[Eager to accept his prize, Thunderkiss almost rips it away from Gingerdude’s hands and begins to rub his fingers across the belt’s center gold plate. The look in his eye is one of addiction, as if his entire life depended on possessing this artifact. Finally his, he most certainly isn’t going to give his precious up easily. For almost half a minute he is silent in this trance like state and the dead air begins to concern the Chairman. It isn’t until Gingerdude gives a friendly cough that TK snaps out of it and continues his speech.]

Thunderkiss: Where was I? Oh yes. Tonight ACW embarks on a new era. Under my reign, the days of meritocracy on ACW programming will be vanquished forever and replaced with an much higher level of entertainment. Wrestlers who simply who do not have the class to entertain an audience will soon make the way of the dinosaur and will be replaced by those who can. To those that this applies too *Cough*SenatorialStable*Cough*, don’t worry, there is always Fallout. They will accept pretty much about anyone!



Thunderkiss: And speaking of guys who can entertain, tonight’s title presentation ceremony just wouldn’t be the same without my boys! So fellas, come on down here and raise a little hell!

[“See you at the Show” by Nickleback plays over the PA system and we switch to an overhead camera shot that pans up to the entranceway. Out from the back come the entire Entourage: Starr, Richmond, Thunder Train and Mainer. As arrogant as ever, they walk to the ring like a bunch of teenagers through a shopping mall. Stopping only to pull off antics such as slapping beer cups out of people’s hands and stealing their signs, they finally enter the ring and begin a high five celebration.]

Thunderkiss: “This is where the power lies” is not just a slogan to slap on the back of a few T-Shirts. The Entourage now controls two thirds of this companies gold and within a few weeks, will control it all! Isn’t that right fellas?

[Thunder Train takes the microphone from Kiss' hand]

Thunder Train: Thats right boss! Congrats once more on the major win there, it was well earned by the best wrestler in ACW today. And not only that but now that we have a majority rule of the titles, nothing can stop The Entourage now!

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[Thundertrain hands the mic to Alex Richmond who, before speaking, gives Thunderkiss a congratulatory pat on the back, admiring his title as he does so.]

Richmond: Well, 'Kiss, I can honestly say it's been a long time coming! That mighty fine piece of gold looks right at home around your waist! 2008 is truly going to the "Year of the Entourage", we are guaranteed to dominate ACW in the coming months and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us! Before long a full half of our numbers will be in the possession of a title and when that phenomenon FINALLY occurs the Entourage will hold ALL the gold and ALL the POWER!!

[And with that, Richmond passes the mic over to Danny.]

MAINER: Entourage is the Gauntlet of Greatness… you can’t look anywhere without finding the best of pro-wrestling. Jay Zero, God help him on the road to recovery after his brutal attack. Our very own Unified Champion, Mr. Andrew Starr, Alex Richmond and The Thundertain who are as such always kicking ass and I just went for all the Bit-Players there. The center-piece of this great union of unparalleled power, our own Thunderkiss and of course myself. Thunderkiss it’s about damn time you won that belt and you proved why you are the best in the business and that Entourage is the ultimate A-Game. I’ll do my utmost to see that that belt stays on you and THAT is a King’s Oath baby.

[Andrew Starr steps forward, with another mic in hand already, and takes his turn addressing the ACW crowd.]

Starr: You speak the truth Teeks, nothing but the truth. You, the ACW World Champion. Congratulations big time brotha, you are well deserving! And myself, owner of the second belt in Entourage. Of course, I cant give it a name, as no one knows what it is yet. There in lies another reason for the gathering of the Entourage masses. Gingerdude, you promised all of us my new belt tonight, and I dont see why now isnt as good a time as any!

Gingerdude: Well, I guess that since all of you ARE gathered here now, it would be faster and save a bit on production costs. Fine, will someone from the back bring down Starr's title?



Gingerdude: Andrew Starr, after defeating Jonny Hughes this past Saturday at Blood Valentine, you have earned yourself a new title. The unification of the Light-Heavy Weight Championship and Entertainment Championship match was monumental and made you well deserving of this. You entertained the masses, you put on a real match that every wrestler in ACW should be proud of. And now, I would like to present you with your new title.

[Starr starts his way towards the belt, his back being patted by his fellow Entourage members. Now standing within inches of the brand new title, Starr addresses his fellow wrestlers, the fans, and the world.]

Starr: Before I unveil the new title to everyone, I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has helped me. Since my first days in ACW nearly four years ago, there have been many people who have shown me the way to where we are today. All the way back to my first title win in that Battle Royale for the former Cruiserweight, now the unified Light-Heavyweight Championship, up until Saturday at Bloody Valentine. First of all, my fellow Entourage members. Teeks, Mainer, Richmond Train, and Jay Zero, who unfortunately cant be with us. All the wrestlers I have gone against, title matches, and regular alike. My band members back home who reminded me of what I was missing to bring me back to this spot. I'd also like to pay my respects to all the former Light-Heavy Weight and Entertainment Champions who made these titles what they were, and forever will live with that legacy. Now, without further ado, I would like to present everyone to the new, and improved...

[Starr reaches forward, and takes a hold of the cloth. He pulls it up, and reveals the title.]

Gingerdude: Entertainment Championship Belt!



Starr: Hahahaha, Gingerdude, good joke. You almost got me. Jokes over man, bring out the real title. Wheres that stagehand with the real title.

Gingerdude: Starr, that is the real title.

[Starr goes from laughing to a death stare in seconds flat.]

Starr: No. As the match stated, it was title unification match, and everyone knows that a unification match yields a brand new title. What are you trying to pull here?

Ginger: Nothing. After much discussion with the board members, it was decided that there was an extra title in ACW that wasn’t worth keeping anymore. So, in order to fix that, we told you that a brand new title will be brought out so you would competitively wrestle the match. In reality, we planned to get rid of the Light-Heavy Weight Championship the entire time, leaving the Entertainment title as the sole title.

[Starr takes all this in stride from his outside appearance. He grabs the title from Gingerdude, looks it over with the Andrew Starr nameplate emblazoned on it. His eyes dart from Gingerdude to the title a number of times before he shrugs and places the title around his waist, securing it in the back. Starr examines the belt, nodding in approval]

Starr: You know what, I do like this title around my waist. Nice feel to a new title around my waist. Im sure that I can get used to this, no matter how asinine it seemed at first.

[Starr moves back to his Raj members, who meet him congratulatory. Mass amounts of hugs, handshakes, and high-fives ensue before the group goes quiet again. Thunderkiss nods his head, smiling in joy at the entire group that has helped him make it this far. However --- Just before Thunderkiss takes the spotlight to speak again, the lights dim until the entire arena is pitch black.]

Maxwell McNally: Could this be another surprise from our new World Champion?

As for what Max just asked --- I don't think what's about to come was ever something that would be slightly imagined by Thunderkiss and the Entourage. On the Alphatron, a large white font fades onto the screen and is narrated by a deep, strong voice.

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And just like that "Freak" by Silverchair pumps through the speakers and signals the shining down of a large lime green spotlight directly down onto the 6'4, 320 pound Limelight, sporting his Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title around his waist. As the song continues, several more spotlights flash in and out before a final explosion of pyro leading into the main intro of the song. As the pyro goes off, Limelight jumps up and shrieks out his war cry while the house lights return to normal.

In the ring, all of The Entourage look back and forth at each other, all wondering why exactly the man that put their friend out of commission temporarily is out here. One man specifically is not very amused though. And this man is Thunderkiss, our World Heavyweight Champion. He does even dare take his eyes off the man that would so disrespectfully interrupt his celebration.

Back up on the stage, Limelight remains standing tall and out from the back comes his manager and public relations agent, Nicholas Savich with a microphone in hand. Limelight is all set for action, wearing his lime green tights with his name written in white on the back. His manager however is a bit more dressed for the occasion. He comes out wearing a black suit and top hat. As he approaches Limelight on the stage, he pats him on the back and then smiles at The Entourage as he awaits the opportunity to speak.

The music fades out and when it does, the booing coming from the crowd gets just that much louder -- making Nicholas look out into the first couple rows. He scoffs at them and then pulls the microphone up to his face. [/i] [/center]

Savich: Gentlemen! Ahh, just look at you!

He pauses for a moment.

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Savich: I mean, just about eight months or so ago -- you were merely a group of three members and one Entertainment title! Just look at how you've .... How you've GROWN! Now you stand with what, five or six members? And you even hold approximately 66% of the titles ACW has to offer?! Wow! I'm impressed, guys! Great job! Give these men a round of applause!

Nicholas gently hits his hand into the microphone as a couple rows in the crowd join in on the clap. Back in the ring, Thunder Train tries saying a few words to Thunderkiss, but he's in a whole 'nother world of concentration now. Alex Richmond glares down Limelight, still sore from the viscous chokeslam that he was given for just trying to help out a team mate in need.

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Savich: Now I bet each and every one of you watching right now either in attendance here or even at home are all wondering one thing. And I SURE as hell bet each and every one of you in the ring is wondering this one thing as well: "Why are these two out here?" Am I right?

Yes, he is. Just then, a "We Want Zero! *Clap-Clap-ClapClapClap!* chant starts up and Limelight snarls as he glares out into the crowds. Nicholas just shakes his head.

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Savich: First off for those of you chanting, sorry! But it ain't gonna happen! Jay isn't anywhere NEAR this arena tonight!

Booooooooooo!

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Savich: Alright-enough! Back onto what I was saying! Since you all are wondering why I'm here and since I don't feel like rambling on all night I'm going to tell you why! I'm here to congratulate the new World Heavyweight Champion!

Certainly, this isn't what Entourage or the crowd expected to see. Nicholas nods his head and then slowly takes his top hat off, holding it to his chest.

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Savich: Yes, Yes! So here it is! Thunderkiss! Congratulations! It took a good, solid year, countless cheap plugs for your half-assed products, an eye, and a hell of a lot of bribing for you to finally get to your chance at the big one! And now that you've finally used each and every one of your associates in the ring right there with you for your own personal gain to get ahead in the game, you have finally succeeded in making it to the top -- Congrats!

The crowd breaks out in boos, realizing the true nature of this "congratulations." Nicholas smiles, Limelight paces, Entourage shakes their heads, and Thunderkiss doesn't move a single muscle.

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Savich: But Thunderkiss, just recently, I realized something! You wanna know what? You remind me A LOT of my monster Limelight! Really! You do! See, you're both quite similar body wise-- however you're just a bit taller and chunkier than him! Another great comparison is that you're both Heavyweight Champions! You have your title right there, and he's got his title right here!

He points to the ring at Thunderkiss' title and then pats the gold that is around Limelights waist before continuing the similarities.

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Savich: But -- other than that, the comparisons begin to change a tad bit. See, you're strong Thunderkiss. We all know it because quite frankly, you've shoved it down our throats since your debut last year! I wouldn't doubt for a single second that you're strong. But you know what? Limelight is STRONGER! He's built like an ox and can easily bring you down for the count with a single chokeslam! But now the comparisons just turn to straight differences.

You see Kiss, you're a very ... hm ... How exactly can I put this? Ah! Of course! You seem to be dim witted, while Limelight is a GENIUS! You're SLOW in your movements, while Limelight is FAST! and can strike like a cheetah! All of these things have added up for you Thunderkiss! But when you add up the traits for Limelight, it's no contest! You're a great competitor, but my Limelight is nothing less than a PHENOMINAL competitor!

Thunderkiss, you may be at the top of ACW for now, but quite frankly you won't stand a CHANCE in the ring with my 6'4" tall, 320 pound mammoth! Congratulations on the big win, Thunderkiss -- just do me a favor and try to stay away from that title as much as you can. I don't want you to become too attracted to it before it's finally your time to have to step into the Limelight! Because soon enough when we get our chance, we're going to make history by becoming the Lucky Number 21 reign as the World Heavyweight Champion in ACW! Hahahahah ... Have a nice day--CHAMP!

Nicholas nods his head and puts the top hat back on as he guides Limelight to turn around with him and make their exit. They turn around and walk back towards the Alphatron, pushing past the black curtain and exiting the scene to the harmonial chorus of boos. Back in the ring, Entourage members have already begun calming down the big man and comforting him. However, it looks like nothing is going to upset him tonight. He's got every reason to be happy.

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Thunderkiss: I was going to get mad here, but then I realized the day I get upset over what the “Portland Pro Wrestling” Champion and his rinky dink manager say about me, is the day when I should be signing autographs at boat shows. Come on guys, the party is just starting!

[At exactly 30 minutes since the shows opening, the Entourage leaves the ring and returns to their locker room, leaving another hour and a half for their peers. How nice of them.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: Regrouping (Credit: Senatorial Stable)

A glum view of the Senatorial Locker Room greets ACW viewers as the show returns. The Stable is in full force, minus FSX, with Phillips holding court, as usual. After all, no mood with the ray of sunshine in the room!

The Senator: Well...I think this is as good a time as any for me to get the rant off my chest.

Fitsharris: Oh sheesh, here we go.

Senator: Yes, our worst nightmare has been realized. My arch-nemesis is now supposedly the figurehead of our company, and even worse, I have heard rumors swirling that our usually-iracible chairman has taken a liking to him.

Freeman: Rumors...was it in italics?

Senator: Anyway, I have this statement to say for the omnipresent camera. Blunderkiss, you won. Congratulations. Do not think, however, that you represent the heart and soul of ACW. ACW consists of people like Jonny Hughes here, who can outwrestle just about anyone on the planet, and proved that at Ragnarok, when he decimated your entire group. ACW consists of people like Jason Freeman here, who has not found a risk he has been able to turn down. ACW consists of competitors like Andrew Hunter, who has a counter for every counter ever invented, and is probably thinking up counters to his own...and he is someone who treated our World Heavyweight championship with the respect it deserved. ACW consists of people like Fallen Souls...where is he, anyway?

Kalb: I dunno.

Hunter: He's hiding behind the door like a fucking five-year old.

The door opens, and FSX bursts in with a Kramer-esque flamboyance, wearing a panama hat, and dropping the International Title on the ground as he enters. Angels are likely singing somewhere and getting their wings.

Hughes: Okay, that was...strange.

Fitsharris: Soon enough we'll become the cast of Seinfeld..

FSX: Seinfeld? That guys owes me some money...anyways! You guys are all too gloomy today! I mean, what's the deal? Why be depressed? It's a magical and wonderful day! I'm shining in the sheer wonderment, and your moods can't get me down! In fact, my mood should be getting you up!

Freeman: Weren't you supposed to be off in Madagascar or something? And accusing us of drinking people juice?

FSX: Hm? Oh..that was really more my thing last month, Freeman. Besides, I've come to recognize it as truly a lost cause because nobody wants to open their eyes to the horrors that surround them, it's just too difficult for anyone to accept the dangerous and corrupt nature of life in the third world, they'd rather just be willfully ignorant, and keep their happy bubble of magical fantasy and cheap shoes in tact. Truly it sickens me that the world works in such an uncaring and disturbing fasion. Such is life, though....oh, and it was Ecuador....I think....

Hunter: Oh it doesn't fucking matter, Christ, it's just some goddamn piece of shit country that doesn't fucking do shit.

FSX: Well, sounds like someone woke up on the wrong side of the spectrum this morning! Cursing overkill, don't you think?

Hunter: I can fucking say whatever the fuck I goddamn well please. I mean...fucking hell, I cannot believe that fucking cunt got lucky and pinned me. I fell victim to my own fucking stupidity and he took advantage of it. Well fine, whatever, let him have that fucking title for now. Let him play around with it for a few weeks, because I'll take it back when I'm damn fucking good and ready. You'll see.

Senator: Well, I understand your feelings on the matter, I hardly am pleased with that oaf as a champ.

Hughes: Speaking of oafs as champions, Andrew Starr…you may have defeated me at Bloody Valentine and you may think that you’ve hurt me both professionally and personally but by taking the Entertainment Title from me you helped me out. That title halted my ascension to the top, instead of climbing the ladder here in ACW I was stuck on that one rung watching lesser men pass me by but now I can look forward and move on with my life.

Senator: Well, I think that will be enough for now. Let us not see if we can somehow salvage something out of this mess.

FSX: Salvage salvage...what good came of this horrible situation? OH, RIGHT! I'M STILL A CHAMPION! GO ME! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

......OOOOOOO.....


Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: An Old Pact (Credit: Jin)

[Five years ago]

The scene is an outside plaza made of solid stone, sand in color. There are lots of people there, having a party. There are a few tables set up with food on them and a sound system pumping out dance music. The area overlooks the sea, about five feet above. The sun glares down on the people at the party. The view zooms in on four people walking in, all wearing black tuxes, bow ties and dark shades. The one on the far left is obviously Jin, although younger and more tanned. To his left (our right) is a large man who resemble Vinnie Jones. Jin nudges him and points at a large man.

Jin: Paul, that's him.

Paul leans over to the next guy who is smaller, dark skinned and has cornrows.

Paul: Jarod, lardy in the corner.

Jarod whispers in the last mans ear and nods.

Jarod: Were to, Shad.

Shad has dark black hair and is about average size. He looks cool and calm as well as quiet smug.

Shad: Jarod, Jin, make a distraction. Paul, take lard boy out. I’ll cover the exit.

Jin walks over to the drinks table and starts to sip some wine. Suddenly Jarod charges in and rugby tackles Jin through the table and starts rolling around, trading punches with him.

Jarod: WHY'D YOU SLEEP WITH MY WIFE?

As they brawl Shad sits on the wall near the edge, looking over the sea. Paul walks over to the large man and reaches in his pocket as he smiles at the large man. He shakes hands with his free hand before quickly pulling his other hand out and slashing across fatties throat with a small knife. Paul turns to make sure nobody noticed as Shad slowly walks over and helps him toss the body over into the water. Shad whispers in Paul’s ear, who walks over and picks Jarod up over his head and carries him out. Jin gets up and receives dirty looks from the partiers, oblivious to the fact a man was just killed. Jin and the others strut out grinning, a job well done.

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Match 1: Blaine Stone vs. Jin (Credit: Jin)

After both men make there entrances, they lock up. Jin starts with a few knees but is thrown to the ropes by Stone and hit with a dropkick on the return. Jin gets up and the men trade punches but Blaine catches a punch and hits a face buster. Stone tries getting Jin up but is caught with a decapitation then a sleeper hold. Stone slips out and the men trade holds before Jin hits an STO then locks in the silence. Stone again escapes and hits a massive pile driver but can only get a two.

Stone keeps on it until Jin hits a monkey flip then a senton. Jin mounts Stone and pounds him but is thrown away. Jin runs in again but Stone ducks and hits a neck breaker! Stone lifts Jin up but gets hit with red mist, sending Stone over the top rope. On the way over Stone elbows the ref in the face, taking them out. Jin starts posing but before he is done, a man runs in and smashes a bat over Jins head! Jin falls flat as the ref and Stone crawl in. Stone looks at the man at the top of the ramp, nods then pins Jin to win.

The man at the ramp points at Jin as the view moves in to reveal he is Paul, seen earlier. The man from Jin's past grins and tosses away the bat as Jin lays KO'd on the mat.

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101 Days (Credit: Jonny Hughes)

ACW returns from commercial to the ringside area of the hallowed ACW Arena. The fans are just resting into their seats after the excitement of the Blaine Stone vs. Jin match, which finished but a few minutes ago, when the AlphaTron starts to play the famous and familiar Malcolm X quote that opens Living Color’s ‘Cult of Personality’. The fans get to their feet and start booing since they know what is coming next, the presence of the now former ACW Entertainment Champion Jonny Hughes.

". . . And during the few moments that we have left, I want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."

The fans in the arena begin a loud chorus of boos as the guitar riff kicks in, the boo is sustained for a few seconds until the drumming kicks in and the lights either side of the AlphaTron flash in perfect timing with the drum beats. Suddenly the drumming is interrupted by the opening lyrics of the song.

Look into my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of Personality

The booing becomes increasingly louder as Jonny Hughes, dressed in his ivory suit, an outfit usually reserved for a celebration, steps onto the stage. Hughes makes his way to the edge of the stage and strikes his signature pose in perfect timing with a burst of pyrotechnics from the AlphaTron. Hughes then makes his way straight to the ring, paying no heed to the fans who are hurling all kinds of abuse at him. He slowly climbs up the steel steps and makes his way into the ring and heads for the nearest turnbuckle to pose for the less than appreciative fans at ringside before dropping from the turnbuckle and making his way towards Philip who is at ringside and asking for a microphone. His face is illuminated with a broad smile that showcases all of his pearly whites which births confusion amongst the fans at ringside who were looking forward to revelling in Hughes’ misery after his title loss at Bloody Valentine.

Hughes: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. I trust you all enjoyed our Pay Per View last Sunday?

The fans cheer in approval of Bloody Valentine which was in truth a great ACW event with many upsets and surprises and matches that satisfied the fans desire for thrilling competition.

Hughes: Very good. Bloody Valentine was a big and successful night for this company and me personally.

Cue confusion amongst not only the fans in attendance but everyone involved with ACW on any level.

Hughes: Now you may all be wondering if I suffered a bad landing during my match but no, my high spirits are entirely natural. You see, Bloody Valentine marked the one hundred and first day as Entertainment Champion and with that I forced my way into the exclusive one hundred club that guarantees my place in the history books of this company and once I had done so I had little need for that championship.

The fans confusion evaporates and turns into some rather loud booing after some initial confusion the fans have realised that Hughes has not added modesty to his expansive repertoire and is still the same glory obsessed individual he always was. Hughes does not look best pleased with the booing but patiently waits for it to subside before continuing.

Hughes: Such a display of disrespect would normally warrant a dressing down but since I am in such a good mood I will give you some allowance here. Now, back to business, in more ways than one. Now that I am no longer Entertainment Champion I can look forward and focus on the rest of my career and I suggest that you all pay close attention and jump on the bandwagon now because The Shooter is going places.

With this final comment Hughes tosses the microphone in the general direction of Philip and ACW fades to its next scene…

Fade

[BK London]

Hospital Bound
Credit: Jay Zero - Limelight - Whoever.

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Monday, February 25th.

The scene opens up to a busy hallway in what looks to be a doctors office. Nurses and doctors all dressed in multi-colored scrubs walk up and down the hall way, avoiding the camera that's set up straight in front of ACW's own Charlotte King as she represents ACW, waiting for an interview. She's given the signal from the camera-man who in reality "doesn't exist" and Charlotte smiles, ready to begin.

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Charlotte: Hey guys! It's me again, Charlotte King and well -- I'm here downtown in the very busy General Hospital awaiting the arrival of Dr. Robert Stamson. Dr. Stamson is very good and has treated several of ACW's finest here! He's treated them through head injuries, broken bones, and probably hundreds of stitches. However, what ACW wants to know is -- what exactly will Dr. Stamson be treating Jay Zero for?

Her bright eyes and white teeth sparkle in the light as she guides the camera to slowly rotate to the left where she has moved in front of a door. The room is closed and the chat on the door is missing, but surely Charlotte will get into detail of what's going on.

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Charlotte: I'm standing just outside the room where Jay Zero has been administered. Visiting hours are closed now in the hospital, so it doesn't look like I'll be getting to hear how he's feeling straight from his own mouth, but what I can give you all is the words from Dr. Stamsons! He'll tell us exactly whatever it may be that Jay's been suffering from since Saturday's Bloody Valentine pay-per-view.

If you missed the event, then let me tell you! Half of the pay-per-view's name definitely remained true because it was "Bloody," people! Unfortunately, Jay Zero was one of the victims that suffered the taste of the "red-wine" if you may! He was busted open early in an unsanctioned street fight against Limelight, and well, things only went down hill from there. He was beaten and battered with no mercy, all at the hands of Limelight and Nicholas Sav---

The door to the hospital room opens up and a man wearing all white scrubs walks out of the room. The door lightly clicks shut and the man turns towards Charlotte and the camera. He looks to be an older man, maybe late forties, early fifties. He has no hair up top, but a slightly grey beard on his chin. He smiles at Charlotte and extends his hand to greet her.

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Charlotte: Ah! Dr. Stamson!

Dr. Stamson: Hi there! Nice to meet you dear!

Charlotte and Dr. Stamson shake hands as Charlotte plans to get this interview underway.

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Dr. Stamson: Alright, so I understand you have some questions for me Ms. King?

Charlotte: Yes, I do! Okay, so first off, we're all wondering. How is Jay doing?

Dr. Stamson: Oh he's -- he's doing good. Yeah, he's doing really good. He was unconscious until early Sunday morning and we've kept him an extra night just to monitor him. He's feeling a bit of pain here and there but hey, if you saw what happened to him then you'd know why. I'm surprised things aren't as bad as they are.

Charlotte: Well, how bad are things? Can he return to the ring soon?

Dr. Stamson: Things could be better, but of course, they can also be worse. Of course he can return to the ring, I'm not going to stop him from doing his job. It's just going to take some time. I'd say about 6 to 8 weeks should do it.

Charlotte: Well what did Jay do that needs six weeks to recover?

Dr. Stamson: Well at the pay-per-view event when he was wrestling, he quickly lifted up a sheer three hundred and twenty pounds or so. That quick heavy lifting strained a muscle right here in his left shoulder.

The Doctor shows Charlotte the spot by pointing at the spot on his own shoulder.

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Dr. Stamson: Along with that, the shoulder suffers some contusions, or bruises in simple terms from where he was rammed into some steel fixtures a few times. Other than the main injuries on his shoulder, he's also got minor cuts all along his back from the broken shards of glass and his nose is a bit bruised up where his opponents elbow hit him that originally started the bleeding.

Charlotte: Wow! By any chance do you think I can go and see him?

Dr. Stamson: I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that, our visiting hours are over. By the way, it's not a pretty sight. One of our nurses learned that Jay gets a bit .... "Grabby" when he's on pain killers.

Surely, Charlotte thinks of the consequences of that could be.

Charlotte: Oh...

"Weeeeell! Lookey here!"

Charlotte King and Dr. Stamson both turn their heads in the opposite direction. The camera zooms out and rotates a bit, revealing none other than the pair of Nicholas Savich and Limelight walking down the hall. Nick has a fairly large smile on his face while he stares at Charlotte as approaching her.

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Savich: Just look at this, Lime! ACW sent out little miss Charlotte King to check on Jay! How sweet!

Charlotte: Yes, it is. What are you doing here, though?

Savich: The same reason you're here! To see how my little buddy is doing! See -- we've been doing some thinking and we feel kind of bad for what we did! Look! We even have a "Get - Well - Soon" balloon!

Nicholas tells Limelight to show it so he pulls it from behind his back and holds the balloon up.

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Charlotte: Feel bad? Of course you should! You put this man in a hospital bed!

Savich: Yes, yes, I know! And trust me, we feel really bad about it! Maybe we went too far when we decided to hurt his friend Richmond when he came out to check on Jay. Maybe we went too far when we threw him shoulder first into the ring post, already knowing that he was in pain. Or maybe we went too far when we decided to chokeslam him through a table and board of light tubes! I don't know! I'm not a doctor! But we do feel sorry, so please, excuse us 'toots!

Nicholas walks past Charlotte and Limelight follows, with the balloon in his hand. The Doctor quickly stops them before entering the room.

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Charlotte: Toots?

Dr. Stamson: Excuse me! You can't go in there!

Nick shoots a quick look at the doctor, and then questions him.

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Savich: Excuse me?

Dr. Stamson: You--You can't go in there. Visiting hours are over sir. I'm sorry.

Savich: And just who the hell are you to stop me? My good friend is in there! All I want to do is say "hello!"

Dr. Stamson: I'm Jay's doctor and sorry, but you can't go in there!

Nicholas looks over at Limelight and shakes his head. Charlotte begins to look a bit nervous, wondering whats going through the sadistic minds of these two. But then, Nick politely turns around with the balloon in hand.

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Savich: You're killing me here, Doc! But look, a nice nurse over there told me that Jay's being released tonight. Make sure he gets the balloon and a "hello" from Nicholas Savich and Limelight! I'll see you on Thursday, Charlotte. Let's go Lime!

Nicholas hands the balloon over to Dr. Stamson and then turns around, walking out in the same direction that he came from. Charlotte looks relieved that the situation did not end in travesty and then she turns towards the Doctor.

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Charlotte: Well that could have been bad ... Thank you Doctor! You've answered all my questions! Please, tell Jay the Charlotte and ACW sends their regards!

Dr. Stamson: Oh no, thank you! I'll be sure to tell him! Have a good one!

Charlotte: Alright, you two!

She says goodbye and then turns towards the camera with a large smile.

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Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen, for ACW, I'm Charlotte King, and that's the scoop on Jay Zero!

Beautifully, she smiles as the shot begins to fade out to black.

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[BK London]

Segment: Invasion of LOVE Pt. 1 (Credit: FSX)

Isn't it just a wonderful day, ACW? The sun is probably shining somewhere, and birds are singing a happy tune of the sheer brutality and horrific nature that Bloody Valentine turned out to be! Such a spiffy and wonderful day this Meltdown is turning out to be! Aside from a few silly gloomy mopers, everyone backstage is also in such a fabulous mood as we begin our journey to Genocide! In fact, the added bonus that the month of love is right around the corner probably doesn't hurt either! Hehe....hehe...Ok, with that cutesy stuff out of the way, let's get to some intensity! Backstage, in the utter depths of a ruined hell that has held many screaming victims over the years, the dreary eyes of overworked backstage employees try to remain on their menial tasks as they nearly collapse of exhaustion again and again. The dank, putrid lighting of the hallway gives off a sense of suffering as a few break into tears at what has become of their miserable lives!

Backstage guy #1: Why didn't I go to a good University like my mother told me?!

Backstage guy #2: Why didn't I tell Suzanne how I felt about her well she was falling to her death?!

Backstage guy #3: Why didn't I get my daily serving of vegetables?!

Backstage guy #2: Dude...

Backstage guy #3: OH NO! I COULD OF HAD A V8!

As one of the poor and sickly individuals constantly face palms, over and over and over until hardly anything resembling that of a face remains!!!...or...you know...just once. As this occurs, suddenly a shining and multi-colored light shoots out from the darkness! Many employees immediately cower in fear, but those that don't suddenly hear the wonder of humming and singing as deers and bunnies suddenly hop out into view and merrily dance around!

Backstage guy #1: Ahhhhh! Wild animals! Run away!!!

Scrambling to find safety from the sudden SWARM of woodland creatures sprinting out from the direction of the bright and shiny light, trying desperately to avoid being trampled to their deaths, Fallen Souls suddenly comes out as well! Gripping onto his title and a song in his heart, he happily frolics about as he dodges the stampede of animals.

FSX: Oh today, today! Such a wonderful day! I'm rhyming my happiness in days today! Such a wonderful time..to..go out and play? Or something..I don't know.

As the merry International Champion has a good look on the brutal and horrifying scene before him, he simply shakes his head and hops over the fallen bodies of those that couldn't escape the swarm of animals, making his way into another hallway

FSX: Lovely lovely day! All should say it's A.O.K! Because it is! And stuff!....yeah...that's probably enough singing.

Laughing to himself and shooing away the woodland creatures to return to the magical forest...or zoo....that they were all gathered from, the janitor is seen slowly walking out to clean up the bloody mess, before the camera returns to Fallen's merriment as he makes his way happily down the hallway. As his skipping fun continues, he eventually comes to a stop and stares on as a poor young man is seen crying in the distance. Being in such a good mood, this boy could be a threat to his happiness! Realizing this, Fallen quickly rushes over to him and takes him in his arms.

FSX: MAGICAL HUG OF GOOD SENSATIONS!

Man: Ahh! What are you doing to me?! Help! Rape!

FSX: Rape? No...it's a magical hug. You know, of good sensations.

Man: I'm in no mood for good sensations! Go away!

Struggling out of the death grip of love that Fallen had on the man, he quickly turns away and goes back to his pouting. Having some time to kill, Fallen sits next to him and pats his back, smiling warmly.

FSX: Want to talk about it, Champ?

Man: No! Go away!

FSX: Come on, I was your age once. I'm sure I can wrap with your young people problems!

The man looks back to Fallen curiously for a moment, before rubbing the back of his head nervously.

Man: Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm older then you...

FSX: Oh. Well, you don't look much older. In fact, you actually look quite a bit younger!

Man: Yeah, I get that alot.

FSX: In fact...you almost look like some kind of deranged serial killer.

Man: ...What?

Fallen seems to be pondering something quite intently, before he suddenly jumps back up to his feet and stares to the man in shock, pointing at him and yelling out.

FSX: OH MY GOD, YOUR A VIRGIN!

Man: W...what? Shut up! It's none of your business!

FSX: No WONDER your moping! Your depressed at not getting laid!

Man: Huh? No, actually my mother just passed awa--

Suddenly, Fallen shoots forth a hand to slap the man across the face and hugs onto him again.

FSX: Say no more, friend! I'll dedicate some of my time to finding you a woman, I swear it! What's your name?

Man: Uh...I'm Jack. Jack King Jr.

FSX: I see....got a name that's less sexually perverse..? I'm gonna call you Tim!

Jack: But my name is Jack!

FSX: It's alright, Timmy! I promise to get you laid!

There is an awkward pause after a moment, as 'Tim' looks around nervously and slowly takes a few steps away from Fallen.

Tim: Yeah, I should get going...

FSX: Oh, I meant by a woman. You know that, right?

Tim: Ohhh...Oh! Ok then! I'm in!

FSX: Great! This is truly the start of a new....adven...ture. Fuck.

Tim: What's wrong?

FSX: Nothing...I'll meet with you later, Tim. I got to go get ready for my match..

Oh that silly and crazy Fallen Souls! What have you got yourself into this time? Giving romantic advice to an elderly virgin? How ridiculous! But seeing that March is the month of love, I suppose it is the right thing to do! Can Fallen possibly succeed in having Tim get lucky? It sure would make for good television! One thing is for sure, though! Regardless of the outcome, I'm committed to doing this until Genocide now! Yay!


...Right?


Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: Plaything II (Credit: Lucrezia)

It is midday. Lucrezia and Cesare lounge in their labyrinth of a locker room, adorned with the finest bloodred Venetian curtains imported straight from Italy. Lucrezia ordered the decorators to hang the voluminous drapes at odd angles, forming a veritable maze of sorts. 'Lost' in the corner of the room, Lucrezia nods off in Cesare's willing lap, mouthing sweet hymns in Latin. The younger Damiano strokes her fine, chestnut hair, his thumb caressing her cheek. In sleep, the demoness is barely recognizable. She seems softer, her manic eyes hidden from view, cheeks flushed with an innocent glow, the soft sheen of sleep-sweat forming on her brow. Cesare notes her supple breasts rising and falling like the tides of the Red Sea, cleavage cutting a path across healthy mounds with the grace and authority of a Moses.

He rubs the bruise smarting on his cheek and winces. Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano never skimped on corporal punishment. Still, the blow serves as a reminder of the momentous work still left to do. Once, his task felt a blessing, a holy mission to serve a power higher than himself. One month and several battle scars later, he no longer possesses the same fervor and passion that once blazed trails in his heart. Even the thought of his old motto, "for the greater glory of God," tastes bitter and unwelcoming. Cesare's piercing look grazes Lucrezia's milky skin, taking in her beauty and chaos. He would die for this sociopathic sexual deviant. The entire, indomitable might of the Vatican could not pry his sister from his steely grasp. But is he traveling a path toward sanctity, or descending into an immoral pit of hellfire?

Doubt plagues his once haughty brain. Direction. Gesu Cristo, give us direction.

Lucrezia: I have him, love. I have him inside me.

Cesare rouses from his unintentional slumber. For how long has he slept? He checks his watch. Nearly time for Lucrezia's match against...some Neanderthal, a demon with skin as black as the night sky. He shakes his head, yawning with an uncharacteristic lack of grace.

Cesare: What was that, Lu?

She rounds on him, eyes blazing a vivid, poisonous green. Cesare peers into her, frowning.

Cesare: Him? Oh, surely not. It is Dionysus, playing tricks with your gift. Are you sure?

Lucrezia: The moon cannot speak falsehoods. That's my delight.

Cesare strokes his chin, brows furrowed in deep thought.

Cesare: He is far too arrogant to be provoked with common threats or hacked limbs. Did the Lord see fit to bless you with insight on procedure?

Lucrezia: Bits of him, slinking down my throat like a filthy Moor. Tastes of copper, and nickel, and gold.

Cesare: Infatuated with wealth. A common sin amongst these types. Not particularly debilitating, though there is a nice vacancy in the Fourth Circle of Hell for such a fiend.

Lucrezia turns, her skull padding out a comfortable pillow in Cesare's pliable crotch. She elevates a relaxed arm, tracing constellations with her pointy red nail, a digit more often than not dipped in fresh blood. Cesare follows her movements, eyes connecting the dots to reveal her divine clairvoyance. Lucrezia isn't just gifted. She is a gift.

Lucrezia: The 'guardian of the rich' protects his treasures, and would be sore disappointed to find a holocaust in their wake.

She rises, a weightless distortion, body surpassing earthly limitations such as the cumbersome pull of gravity. She strokes her tummy, frowning down at her groggy sibling. His Machiavellian brain whirs, formulating precise plans of provocation. With any luck, the mund of the rich would fall to Lucrezia's teeth in a month's time. Lucrezia nudges Cesare with the toe of her heavy black combat boots to reclaim his attention.

Lucrezia: My tummy growls ferocities.

Cesare: We'll travel to a restaurant after your match.

Lucrezia: May we visit the pit of perpetual colors?!

Cesare: Lu, you know I don't like you scaring the other children in the McDonald's ball pen. The owners get quite cross, and their blood reeks of baking grease once spilled.

With a swish of hair, she shields her face from view, a childish sign of defiance.

Lucrezia: I will forswear your bed and company.

Cesare: No need to get tetchy, Titania. Now, I believe you have a certain 'old black ram' to obliterate?

She assists him to his feet with the strength of one sinewy arm. They clasp hands, pushing curtains aside to reveal the exit.

Lucrezia: The white ewe will surely tup the ram!

Cackling symphonically, brother and sister enjoy a private chuckle before reveling in the utter carnage of Lucrezia's wrestling ability. With a smiling Lucrezia by his side, the weight of his burden lifts. He will not have to bear this cross alone.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Simple walk, Simple Thoughts (Credit: BK London)

Another World Title match, another loss.

BK London has been walking around the arena aimlessly for the better part of the hour, and since he doesn't have a match, it doesn't appear he'll be stopping any time soon. While he walked through the never ending corridors of the ACW Arena, a haven to the best wrestlers in the world, from his facial expression, he seems to have a lot on his mind.

Surprisingly, he stops by the water cooler and begins to dispense water in his small styrofoam cup to refresh himself after such a long walk. And still then he had that same look on his face. Not so much a depressed look. Not so much a happy look. But somewhere in between. Last Saturday, he managed to lose another opportunity to become a World Champion, and all thanks to the current World Champion - Thunderkiss.

But deep inside, he knew that this wouldn't be the last time they faced off. As long as Thunderkiss had what BK London wanted, he was top priority on his list of targets....well, near the top anyway.

Surprisingly, the title loss wasn't the most prominent thing on his mind following Bloody Valentine. It was more of Adrian Flamingo's return to the ring tonight that had him a bit worried to say the least. Since August 2007, the two have been engaged in a war that has resulted in both men becoming injured, and with Flamingo's back - he knew full well retribution was on his mind.

BK guzzled down the cup of water before disposing of it in a recycling bin. As he wiped the water from across his lips, the thoughts of Flamingo falling from the top of the production through the car ran rampant in his mind. Also the thought of Flamingo coming back even smarter, even stronger, even more deadly than before was imprinted solely in the back of his mind.

He continued to walk down the corridor, lost in the sea of his own thoughts. The time for Flamingo's return was quickly approaching and he had two options, pay no mind - or finish the job before Flamingo finishes him.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Match 2: Thunder Train vs. Lucrezia (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::ACW::.. THUNDER TRAIN VS. LUCREZIA ..::MELTDOWN::..

Time limit: 20 Minutes
Referee: Joey Reynolds

-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by the Thunderkiss Movie Awards! Recognizing the best achievements of Hollywood during the past year! – Finally, an award show of the people, by the people and for the people! *-

Thunder Train
Age: Mid 20's
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 360 lbs.
Hometown: The End of the Tracks

Lucrezia
Age: 25
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 122 lbs.
Hometown: The Vatican

A loud whistle sounds off over the loud speakers and blows repeatedly until Ice Train’s WCW theme plays! Out comes the big, the bad, the THUNDER TRAIN! Taking a few steps out of the entranceway, he extends his hands outwards and above him, displaying his massive frame to the crowd. He then drops his pose and takes off to the ring, stopping every so often to pound his chest in approval of himself. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the big Train rises to his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He stays in this posture as he turns to the entranceway and awaits the arrival of tonight’s victim.

Lucrezia appears on the ramp, her demeanor lowering the temperature of the arena several degrees. Cesare links arms with his taller sister and they step down to ringside in perfect harmony. Lucrezia cackles, swaying like a pendulum to the hypnotic "Strict Machine." Cesare busies himself with a tray of consecrated Communion hosts and a goblet of holy wine. Lucrezia partakes in Holy Communion, smacking her red lips and caressing her tummy, a low purr issuing from her throat. Cesare exits after a quick peck on the cheek, leaving Lucrezia to circle her opponent, spiderlike fingers beckoning her foe closer.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: As the match gets underway, Lucrezia circles the ring waiting for the right moment to strike. Not able to match power with the big Train, she is going to have to play a game of hit and run tonight if she hopes to win. On the flip side, Thunder Train just needs to trap her a few times and that’s exactly what he tries to do. Rushing her into a corner, he swings at her with some massive bombs and manages to connect on a few of them. Stunned, Lucrezia falls backwards onto the corner’s turnbuckles. And here comes the COAL BURNER! Shoulder first, Train drives his body at Lucrezia! With her cat like reflexes, Lucrezia is able to avoid the move by leaping straight up onto the top rope. Hitting the corner, The Train needs a few seconds to shake off the cobwebs but his opponent will not allow him the luxury! Leaping off the top rope with the bulldog known as the BAPTISM, Lucrezia buries the Train’s head into the canvas. With a lot of fight in him, The Train instantly rises and sends a huge boot into Lucrezia’s stomach. She bends over in pain and the Train hooks her and picks her up for a GOLDEN SPIKE! Driving Lucrezia’s body into the canvas with the gut wrench powerbomb, Train takes control of the match all the way to the mid point!

MATCH MIDPOINT: Thunder Train continues to shoot knee after knee into Lucrezia’s stomach, causing her to wince in pain. After about the 10th, Lucrezia hears a crunching sound come from within her body near her rib cage. Immeadately she drops to the canvas and The Train can smell the blood. Wit hthe possibility of cracked ribs, one would think she would submit right here and now but Lucrezia is no normal woman. Picking her up by the hair, big Thunder Train lifts her above his head and then tosses her clear across the ring with a military press slam! Seeing her down, the Train explodes off his feet and leaps up into the air with an elbow drop! Lucrezia moves out of the way and the Train drives his elbow right into the canvas! Rising and clutching it in pain, Lucrezia sees an opening and she takes it! Latching onto the Trains back with her teeth, she sinks them right in and instantly draws blood! The Train shrieks in pain and begins to twist around until Lucrezia comes loose! Rising to his feet and stunned by Lucrezia’s sadistic nature, the Train takes a few steps back to get a grip on the situation. Watching Lucrezia do the same with his own blood dripping from her lips doesn’t make matters easier for him.

MATCH ENDING: In the final stages of this match, Lucrezia is hanging in there but is starting to become winded. The same could be said with the Train, but with his lethal punches he is becoming far more dangerous. Luckily for Lucrezia, she has a very dangerous weapon in the ring right now and it resides on her fingers - her nails. Slashing away at the Train, she manages to push him into the ropes and blocks him from escaping. Ripping away at his flesh, the Train finally gets through this situation by driving a huge head butt into Lucrezia’s head. Stunned, Lucrezia falls back and is wide open for attack! The Train signals for another COAL BURNER! Running at Lucrezia full steam ahead, The Train is ready to put this match away! Lucrezia thinks otherwise! Taking a swing up with her leg with an EXCOMMUNICATION! Her foot nails Thunder Train right in his head and its an instant KO! Leaping on top of the big man, Reynolds does his job and register the pin fall.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

WARFARE WINNER: LUCREZIA DAMIANO!

[BK London]

Segment: “To Catch a Stalker!” Credit: Jason Freeman / T-Train / T-Kiss

The camera fades in to a hallway in the ACW arena, and it focuses in on the man walking down it. He is the new ACW champion…Thunderkiss! He walks proudly, making sure that as much of the belt as possible can be seen. His bodyguard, Thunder Train walks by his side…ready to stop anybody who may desire to assault the champ. One may think this would certainly be a deterrent against any violent action towards the champ. Thunderkiss hopes otherwise.

Thunder Train: We’ve walked around the entire arena at least 5 times now Boss. I don’t think he’s coming tonight. How many more times are we going to keep doing this?

Thunderkiss: As many times as it takes! I know that freak is out there just waiting to strike!

~!~WHAM!~!~

All of a sudden, before the ACW champion can even hope to react…there is a charging force…and Thunderkiss is shoved right into the wall! At first it was hard to tell who the person was, as he attacked so fast…but now it’s obvious…it’s Jason Freeman! The crowd is shocked…as this makes no sense…Freeman has no reason now to be attacking Thunderkiss. Could he be the elusive “Black and White” that has stalked him for the past month? TK himself is so surprised by this, that he doesn’t even manage to stop himself from colliding into the wall, and he stumbles, and takes a second to recover. But he doesn’t have a bodyguard for nothing…Train runs forward! He’s crushed Freeman two times in a row, and he is going to make him pay this time. Freeman is not facing him, and as Train charges forward, he gets ready to grab Freeman and utterly crush him…maybe this time for good. But before HE can react…as soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Freeman spins around full speed, and lets fly a fist right to the face of Train…and as he does so, a little flash of gold sparks through the air from the brass knuckles that Freeman is wearing on his hand!

~!~BAM~!~

Thunder Train: UGH!

The brass knuckles connect with the skull of the incoming Train…and as he is hit, he is instantly on the ground…Freeman bends over Train, and grabs his head, holding it off the ground, before bringing his other fist into it rapidly six times in a row! And then as Thunderkiss, finally recovering from the surprise of the assault gets up to teach Freeman a lesson…he realizes that Freeman is already gone. The whole attack lasted no longer than seven seconds, but the damage is done…blood trickles down the face of Train, who is lying on the ground, looking dazed and out of it. It is obvious that the punches had an effect on him.

Thunderkiss: Train!? Train?! Can you hear me buddy?!

Thunder Train: W-W-Was... it...h-him b-b-oss?

Thunderkiss: No. No it wasn’t him Train. It was G’Damn Jason Freeman. Now relax. Don’t move while I’ll go get help.

Thunderkiss is fuming, but he knows that there is nothing he can do about it now. This attack wasn’t meant for him.. Freeman merely used him to draw Train into his little trap, and it appeared to have worked. Freeman’s message is quite clear. He isn’t taking to well to the assault at Bloody Valentine…and that this definitely isn’t the end of their rivalry. If it wasn’t personal before, it definitely is now.

[FADE]

[BK London]

"It's Me Again" (Credit: Anonymous)

So, Bloody Valentine has ended. Many surprises were had. Ok, not really, but it was a nice effort. Two titles unified, a new World Champion, and a bunch of crap that could drop buy rates by the millions. Sorry if the truth hurts.

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The only redeeming factor in this plethora of crap was me. Surprise? I think not. And yet, you still have no clue. No little spark of imagination has shown through. Pity. Such potential and it seems that you all have proven to be a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

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Better yet, most people drink from the "Fountain of Knowledge" and it seems you all just gargled. Quite upsetting.

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So where does this all lead now? Where do I find the nerve to show myself to you?

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I could do it now, but you just aren't worthy of that. I deem you all unworthy.

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I deem you unworthy because I haven't seen a shred of evidence to prove otherwise. Now you can go all "CSI" on this and try to find something to find out my identity, but it will be all for naught.

0

You can't just expect to find me like that. You have to be intelligent. You have to have finesse. You have to be clever. You have to be like MacGyver.

8

But none of you are nor will be. The capabilities of that are as slim as ridiculously complicated storylines that make no sense as they go on and make even less sense once they end.

Voice: Check this out.

The screen goes black. Suddenly the "4" appears and morphs into a word.

"April"

The "2" and "6" appear on the screen and sit together in line.

"April 26"

The "2," "0," "0," and "8" appear on the screen and sit together in line.

"April 26 2008"

The date suddenly morphs into letters.

"F"

"A"

"L"

"L"

"E"

"N"

"H"

"E"

"R"

"O"

"E"

"S"

"FALLEN HEROES"