Thursday Night Meltdown March 6th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown March 6, 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Jin vs. Wayde Russler

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Alex Richmond vs. Lucrezia

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Jake Cheng vs. Jason Freeman

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Jonny Hughes & Fallen Souls vs. Limelight & Jon Taylor

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Hunter vs. BK London

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[BK London]

Segment: An unexpected meeting
Credit: Jon Taylor, Limelight Or Jay Zero, Whatever. >_>

ACW Meltdown returns from its first commercial break of evening. The crowd don't seem to be too enthusiastic as of yet, but that's to be expected - after all its only been the jobbers on display so far. Oh, excuse me - "openers". However, as per usual the ringside area isn't of our interest today - it's the backstage area we have our eyes on! The usual booze-...erm I mean the social members of the roster can be seen chilling out and "socializing" near the bar area. However, as we continue to delve deeper into the arena it becomes clear that this is not our subject of interest. The camera switches to a small open area. It appears to be off the side of one of the corridors as the lightning doesn't look to be particularly good, and it is silent. However, there is one notable subject in view and that is; The Ultimate Competitor Jon Taylor. Taylor seems to be sitting on what looks like a crate. From his facial expression and body language one would be safe to assume he is in a thoughtful mood.

A few moments pass and the camera stays focused on a thoughtful Taylor, however suddenly the camera pans around to the right slightly - to the entrance of the small open area. As it focuses in it shows a man with a suit entering the area! The camera pans back to Taylor who jumps off of the crate and looks in the direction of this man. However, the man stops and the camera pans around to show another, large man behind him. It is Limelight and his manager Nicholas Savich. Limelight is wearing his Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title around his waist as per usual and also has his usual wrestling attire on - including his lime green tights with his name written in white on the back. An expressionless Limelight steps aside a smiling Savich. Taylor decides it's best to keep his distance from the man he has to tag with later on in the evening.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: May I ask what the fuck you want?

Savich's smile remains.

Nicholas Savich: Well, well, well! Look who it is Lime! The former International Champion, Jon Taylor! And look! He's still hostile from that big loss!

Taylor seems unimpressed by Savich's reply.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Cut the crap and answer the question.

Savich doesn't look happy with Taylor's tone.

Nicholas Savich: Hey! Calm down little guy! I just found out about something and thought it would be best to just warn you now! I just saw that you've been paired up with Limelight tonight in a tag match so --- just do us a favor and stay out of Limelight's way tonight, and maybe you'll finally claim that win over FSX that you've been looking for!

Savich pauses. Limelight begins to menacingly stare at Taylor. Boy, I wouldn't want to be in Taylor's shoes right now!

Nicholas Savich: But just to make sure there's no confusion and for reason you decide to be "courageous" and pull some stupid dim-witted move tonight, let me warn you of the consequences. Oh, that's right! There's actually a consequence if you were to help out your own tag team partner tonight! Very unlikely, but hey -- I'm sure that you've seen this beast in action before!

He's a viscous, cold-hearted machine that doesn't need the irritating help from maggots like you! Everybody saw what he did to Jay Zero! Let's just say if you happen to feel gutsy and try anything tonight, I won't hesitate to directly command Limelight to lay you out and put your ass in a hospital bed!

Keep out of our way tonight Jon! You may like to do things your way, but that's not good enough! Limelight gets work done by doing things MY way! He does every thing that I tell him to and THAT'S why he's a winner! --Unlike you!

The smile on the face on Savich's face grows bigger, he is obviously very confident Taylor will accept his demands - and who wouldn't be with a 320lb monster standing right behind them! Limelight continues to examine Taylor with a menacingly stare. However, Taylor still looks perfectly calm and unaffected by the stare of the monster. He even has a smirk on his face. By god, this man is fearless! Stupid, but fearless!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You know what, Savich? You're "demand" actually made me laugh to myself. You, expect me, The Ultimate Competitor to simply stand aside and allow your monster to dismantle our opponents? I'm sorry, but no-fucking-chance. You really think I'm intimidated by the big guy, don't you? Well, if you hadn't already of guessed, I'm not. If you had done your homework like a good manager would have, you'd know that I back down from no one. Especially not Jonny Hughes and Fallen Souls. I don't give a fuck if Limelight wants to continue on his "destructive warpath" there is no way I am letting this opportunity to get at both of these shits go to waste. So, thanks for your little proposal, but I'm going to have to turn this one down.

Taylor turns away from an incensed Savich. He begins to walk away but Savich instructs Limelight to stop Taylor. On command Limelight steps forward, however as he places his hand on the left shoulder of Taylor, Taylor himself turns around yanks Limelight's arm off of his shoulder. Now pleased that he has the attention of Taylor, Savich instructs Limelight to return to his side. The smile on Savich's face re-appears.

Nicholas Savich: Heh heh -- Jon, I believe there was a misunderstanding. See. All I want to do is guarantee you victory tonight! All you have to do is sit outside the ring! It doesn't get as simple as that! .... But ... I think you were getting a totally different perception about that. Did I just hear you say -- "No?"

Savich looks at Taylor who responds with a nod of his head. Nicholas laughs and then scoffs at Taylor as he begins to get somewhat more serious in his tone.

Nicholas Savich: Hahahaha! Jon! Haha! Jon, you see! It wasn't a simple "yes or no" question! Like you said, it was a DEMAND. You don't have a choice! I ALWAYS get what I want! So stay the hell out of my ring tonight and I won't have to order this man to snap your puny body in half does like Jay Ze--

Taylor steps forward towards Savich, his patience appears to have waned from being stopped by Limelight.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: The last time I looked in the mirror I wasn't Jay Zero...thank god. Besides, it isn't exactly impressive to be able to beat up someone who is a good 100 pounds lighter than you, after all. Now, I'm going to tell you this once and only once - I'm not a fucking puppet and I'm not going to fall to your "demands". I'm going to go out to that ring to beat the fuck out of Hughes and Fallen, now if your monster decides to get in my way, then likewise I won't hesitate to place my hands on him either. You can either instruct your monster to "play nicely" out there or he's going to end up with a broken arm (like I could have just done when he placed his hand on my shoulder) or put him to sleep with the Triangle of Perfection. The choice is yours, I don't care which you choose, as long as I know which "page" we're on.

Savich seems to be unsure how to react as Taylor looks happy with himself. Boy, what courage that man has!

Nicholas Savich: Heh ... That's sounds a bit cocky for someone whose lost the last four out of seven matches, and was only able to defeat Libertines and Silencio during that time period! If I'm not mistaken, weren't two of those matches losses to Fallen Souls? Oh wait! And that one draw was against Jonny Hughes! Ahh! So you can't beat either of them in singles competition, so now you expect to take them both on by yourself? Hah! I have a better chance of shooting myself in the throat five times and coming back to laugh in your face! Stay out of my way and we'll stay out of yours--for now at least.

Taylor simply smirks.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Good. Fortunately I have a previous engagement to attend - I will see you and your lacky out there later on.

Taylor heads off in the direction he originally headed before being stopped by Limelight. He looks to be happy and fairly unconcerned with his tag partner; Savich on the other hand doesn't look pleased at all with the outcome of the "talk".

[BK London]

Betrayal

Part Three: Truce?/To Whom It May Concern

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Credit: Jake Cheng and Michael[/center]

ACW Island

Right Now

After a long three days, a tired Jake Cheng walks with as much confidence as he could through the steel doors of the arena. He walks past plenty of backstage workers and greets the ones he knows, and they all wish him good luck in his match with Freeman. He thanks them and keep walking. He sees Nick Durden and a look of disgust crosses his face and he continues on. Wait, Nick Durden!

Jake: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Jake’s quickly turns and walks very fast in one direction. He looks over his shoulder to check on Nick Durden’s position but he longer sees the thought to be out of work older brother of his missing girlfriend. He tries to remain casual as he walks up to a random worker in the back, but his eyes search for Durden at every corner of the room.

Jake: Hi. Umm, what is Nick Durden doing at the arena?

Worker: Hello Mr. Cheng. Nick returned last week when you weren’t here.

Jake: Oh...thanks.

Worker: No problem. Good luck in your match tonight.

Jake once again walks away in the original direction he had planned on going before his mental ‘Code Red.’ He turns a corner and walks past the man leaning on the wall who he has attempted to avoid for the past minute. This time, no ‘Code Red.’

Nick: Boo.

Jake: Buttfucker!

Nick: That whole "walk the other way when you see me" thing doesn't trick me, Sonny Jim.

Jake: Uhh...come again?

Nick: Enough of the games, Jake-meister. Where’s Kirsten? Did you make her stay home and clean up after you?

Jake: N-

Nick: Because I’m surprised you've given her a night off from being your arm candy. What are you, trying to compensate for the lost title belt?

Jake: Nic-

Nick: Eh, forget it. I'd probably never get a straight answer from you anyway, just shit that sounds like someone dropped the silverware.

Jake: She got kidnapped!

Nick: ...

Jake: ...

Nick: You--you're serious?

Jake: You heard me.

Nick: Okay, since I don't see Ashton Kutcher anywhere, I'm gonna take you seriously just this once.

Jake: Last Monday. Somebody came on the roof, broke my window, threw a smoke grenade in, jumped through the window, took her and left.

Nick: But-

Jake: There is a team of investigators working on it. They have no suspects right now, but they have figured out several things now. They found the van that they took her off in. It was blown up in an alleyway downtown with two charred men in it. They believe she was traded away and that these two men were turned on. They also believe that I was supposed to be kidnapped since the kidnappers have not tried to contact us about a ransom or something. This was definitely a planned operation. They even go so far as to say that they might try to contact me here today. So if you don’t mind-

Jake tries to walk around Nick but he blocks him off, stepping left and right to get in the former World Champion’s path.

Nick: Listen.

Nick's tone immediately changes from the usual bitter contempt to one of actual understanding and sympathy.

Nick: I'm sorry. I didn't know it was that serious.

Nick releases a heavy sigh, perhaps as some form of resignation to the fact that maybe all his preconceptions of Jake as a cold-hearted egomaniac might've been slightly off.

Nick: The fact that you care so much about this...I guess it proves you might care for my little sis after all. So, I'm sorry for doubting you. I never knew.

Jake: I know you didn’t. I’m sorry I didn’t call you, it’s just that-

Nick: That we haven't been on the best terms lately? Yeah, that's fine. Tell you what, we both care about her tremendously, so I'd think it make sense to work together for her. She'd want that, right? Truce?

Jake looks into Nick’s sincere eyes and smiles.

Jake: Truce. I’ll keep you posted.

Nick: Great.

Nick steps out of Jake’s way and the Quadrinity proceeds down the hallway.

Nick: Cheng!

Jake turns around and walks backwards, slower than his normal pace, avoiding falling at all costs.

Nick: Good luck tonight.

Jake sticks up a thumb and turns back to walking normal. Why do people keep wishing him good luck? I mean, it’s just Freeman...but that’s what he said about X....whatever. Jake strolls down the hall, turning left and right down the halls of the mysteriously sized ACW Arena, with a certain stride; a burden has been lifted off his shoulders. But when he sees his locker room door, all else is forgotten. He sprints to his door and reads the white envelope taped to it. Jake fumbles to get his cell phone out of his pocket but when he does, he rapidly dials a phone number.

Jake: Pick up, pick up, pick...Captain! There was something on the door....no, I didn’t touch it....ok, see you then. Bye.

Jake hangs up the phone and sighs deeply, bending over and holding his knees. The camera zooms in on the envelope.

To Whom It May Concern...Jake

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: “Serious Wrestling is Serious” Credit: Jonny Hughes / T-Kiss

[Hey! Want to some Old Spice cologne? No? Well neither do I, so thank God those damn commercials are over. For a moment there I thought I was watching Fallout since that show can’t go 5 minutes without ad time, considering they need to whore themselves out as much as possible to break even every month. Anyway, if I needed further evidence that I wasn’t watching the competition, I would get it in the form of Thunderkiss who now stands inside the ring, microphone in hand. Well there’s that, and also the fact that the fans are actually seated in an actual arena and not a basketball court. Anyway, let’s see what the big guy has to say!]

Thunderkiss: You know, one thing you realize when you become the Champ is that you quickly become the biggest target on the roster, a marked man if you will. Everyone from the top to the bottom wants a piece of you to make a name for themselves regardless if they have earned the right or not. In the past this certainly has rattled many a Champion, but not me. I actually like the fact that I have everyone gunning for me because it makes it much more easier to break ‘em! No need to chase people down when they come to you!

[He does not lie. Considering he has done nothing but pursue individuals over the last half year, it feels great to have the roles reversed for once.]

TK: Now out of this sea of second raters you usually have one guy who makes a lot more noise than the others so he has a better chance of getting noticed. That said, JONNY HUGHES, congratulations, you have been noticed.

[Upon hearing his name, the crowd responds appropriately.]

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TK: Flipping through this months edition of PWI, I saw a very interesting article by our very own Jonny Hughes entitled “Champ or Champ.” Just a few sentences in I discovered that Mr. Hughes believes that I am not worthy of the gold that resides upon my beautiful body. He said, and I quote, “the man doesn’t know his Key Lock from an Ankle Lock.” To Mr. Hughes, I am an embarrassment to Alpha Championship Wrestling and nothing more than an entertainer prancing around as a wrestler. Now ladies and gentlemen of the Kiss Army, I ask you, have we all heard this before?!

Kiss Army *in unison*: HELL YES!

TK: Yes we have, and its usually by my peers who are completely envious and jealous of the fact that I can accomplish great things with ease. Case in point: how many years and months have you been wrestling in ACW Hughes? What are your accomplishments? While you have gone your entire career struggling to capture any memorable title, I have already become a Triple Crown Champion in under a year and a half. Guys like you can’t STAND it when someone with natural talent comes in and takes the top spot, especially when you have spent your entire life in a gym learning hold after hold.

[The camera zooms in on a sign that reads, “Hughes Shoots Blanks.”]

TK: Hughes, you need to realize that some people have it and some people don’t. You fall into the later. You can do more wrestling moves. So what? So can the Senator, and you’ve seen what I’ve done to him. What makes you think a 2nd rate Senator rip-off like yourself can do any better? I’d really like to know myself. I’d ask you to come out and answer that question but since you can only talk about me behind my back, I wont waste my time

[At the conclusion of TK’s taunt, “Cult of Personality” plays right on cue.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: I think things are about ready to get DANNNNNNNNGEROUS Max!

[An outline of a body can be seen stepping out of the entranceway. It isn’t until the man waltzes out into the spotlight that the crowd sees the one, the only ... Jonny Hughes impersonator?!?]

Maxwell McNally: Hey that’s not -

TK: Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you ... JONNY LOSE!

[The crowd begins to chuckle as soon as they realize that TK has pulled a fast one on them. “Jonny Lose” stands proudly on the ramp, gesturing and pacing back and forth using the same mannerisms as the real deal. The impression is almost perfect if it wasn’t for a few different facial features and height difference.]

Jonny LOSE: I’ve heard you talk long enough Thunderkiss!

TK: Oh really?

Jonny LOSE: Indeed! Its time to get serious! Wrestling is serious business, you know!

TK: That’s what I’ve heard.

Jonny LOSE: I a master of 999 holds, each of them more boring than the last!

TK: That’s outstanding. Why don’t you come down here and show me a few of them?

Jonny LOSE: Ok! It’s time to get serious!

[“Jonny Lose” begins to make his way towards the ring to the amusement of the crowd. Proving his point about the importance of entertainment, Thunderkiss has the audience eating out of his hand yet again as they crave for more. Unfortunately for them, out of the masses comes a single objection and that’s all its going to take to bring the fun to a screeching halt.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison *looking up*: 12 O’Clock Max!

Maxwell McNally: There is no mistaking that man’s identity!

[TK does a double take at the entranceway where he sees an unexpected and invited guest come running out to crash his party. The REAL Johnny Hughes has apparently had enough and is making a beeline towards his imposter to show his contempt. As soon as he gets in arms reach, Jonny grabs his impersonator from behind with a handful of hair and sends a statement to TK by cranking him unconscious with an inverted DDT! Hughes then leaps to his feet and dusts off his hands before looking at the instigator of this insult with disgust.]

TK *smirking*: You know you just ruined a perfectly good promo Hughes.

Jonny Hughes: Nice to see that your sense of humor is as sophisticated as your wrestling skills Thuderkiss. I mean really, isn’t the whole impersonator act just a little cliché?

[Thunderkiss raises the mic to his lips to respond to Hughes’ question but is quickly cut off by ‘The Shooter’]

Jonny Hughes: You know what? I don’t care what you think. Now I was sat back there watching you on the monitors as you dragged my name through the dirt in a slanderous fashion and I realised something, you’re right. I have worked and struggled to get where I am today but you see, that’s what makes the man I am today. Unlike you I live for this business, I work day-in day-out on improving my game and I watch tape after tape to become the best at what I do, now you may find this boring but it’s what I do and I used to love doing it. But then Bloody Valentine came along and my perspective changed a little, not only did I lose my Entertainment Title but I sat in the back and watched you become the World Champion of this company and something inside of me…it snapped …and I realised that there is something very wrong with the industry when a man like YOU is at the very top of this industry and it makes me sick to my very core.

You see Thunderkiss, not only are you what is wrong with this business but YOU ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE PEOPLE OF TODAY! You go through life getting by on your looks and your charisma whilst people with morals, people who struggle, as you so effectively put it, to get to the heights you achieve without trying and it makes me sick. I’ve sat aside and watched you since you came to ACW and it became clear to me that we are two peas in entirely different pods but there is one thing we have in common and that is that we’re role models for the youth that watch ACW programming...but we promote entirely different messages, I promote the values of honesty and hard work whilst you promote drug abuse, alcohol abuse and a blatant lack of respect for everyone and everything.

[The Kiss Army starts to boo Hughes’ evaluation of their idol.]

Jonny Hughes: Once I came to this realisation my whole outlook on ACW changed some and I formulated a plan, a plan to knock you down from your perch atop of ACW…and I’ll do just that in the ring in which you stand right now. So champ, if you want to prove yourself in a wrestling match against me…I’ll happily oblige.

“Fast” Eddie Edison *looking up*: What a match that would be folks.

[The fans in the ACW Arena cheer loudly at the prospect of a Thunderkiss-Hughes match up but the pair are paying no attention to the fans and are focused primarily on each other.]

Jonny Hughes: In fact, why wait for a wrestling match when we can have a fight right here, right now.

[Any remnants of a grin have been completely wiped off TK’s face with the Shooter’s words. The emotion in the arena is so tense you can almost cut it with a knife with fans young and old expecting a confrontation at any moment. With one leg outside the ropes TK readies himself for action and Hughes himself takes two steps forward. The two have an intense staredown that seems to go on for minutes before cooler heads prevail. In an almost disrespectful fashion, Hughes turns his back on TK and tosses the microphone over his shoulder before strutting his way to the back. Before we fade to our next promo, the camera zooms in on TK who livens up the moment by mocking Hughes’ microphone tossing exit for a few more laughs.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: Confrontation (Credit: Jin)

The Red Lotus clan are already in the ring as we fade in from a commercial. They are all wearing fine suits and holding microphones. They are being booed as they pace round the ring.

Shad: Tonight, we have somebody to thank.

Jarod: So Jin, we thank you for cutting yourself out.

Shad: Dead weight SHOULD be cut out, and you did it yourself. You saved us so much time.

Jarod: Now how about you come down here and tell us why you did it and thank all the people who helped you.

Empire hits as Jin starts making his way down to the ring wearing wrestling attire. He has a microphone in his hand and looks like a man on a mission. He stops short outside the ring and glares inside.

Jin: Ah, ACW fans. Nice to be here. Now Shad, I'm dead weight? I made the red lotus clan what they are, I made you known.

Paul: For surviving death, that's why were legends.

Jin: Without me you wouldn't even BE in the clan. We were mates man.

Paul: Were, not anymore.

Shad: Paul knows who's side to join. Ours. He knows he can destroy you, so why would he join you?

Jin laughs.

Jin: Destroy me? Prove it!

Paul: I have. I took you out of your match!

Jin: Care to do it again?

Paul: Fine, you, me, this time next week.

Jin: Sure.

Empire hits again as Jin leaves the clan in the ring.

[BK London]

OTA Segment: Your Fortune Doesn't Interest Me. (Credit: Thunder Train)

3:30 PM EST.

Here we are, its 3:30, showtime is in an hour. Everyone is at the arena except one man, Thunder Train. He is still asleep in his new apartment that he moved into. The current apartment is filled with boxes, empty and full of stuff, clothes everyone, and paper plates thrown next to a garbage can. The apartment however, does look fairly nice, as it is pretty big (Thats what she said) for one person. It has two rooms and a large living room which accommodates a big screen TV and a broken in couch. The kitchen, is the smallest area in the apartment as it only has the bare necessities for a kitchen, a stove, refrigerator, and a microwave. Inside the larger bedroom there is another big screen TV, a chair, a fireplace and in a wide bed lies a man snoring. The man turns out to be Thunder Train.

Thunder Train: ZZZZZZ The train....zzzz...is....ALWAYS HUNGRY!

And with that Thunder Train awakens from his lifeless sleep. And looks at the clock.

Thunder Train: WHAT THE --?!? 3:35? The show starts in an hour! I gotta get going.

Thunder Train leaps out of bed and runs into the bathroom. He takes off his Power Ranger pajamas and steps into the solid gold shower. He gets out and dries himself off. He puts on a Thunder Train sweatshirt and some jeans. He casually walks back into the bedroom and grabs a gym bag sitting him the chair near his bed. He unzips it to make sure everything in is it. He counts in his head the items in the bag, his wrestling trunks, his kneepads, his gloves, his boots. He smirks then zips the bag back up and lifts it from the chair. He exits the messy bedroom and enters the living area. On a table he grabs his phone and opens it up to check his missed calls.

Thunder Train: 165 from Thunderkiss, 1 from Richmond, 2 from Mainer and 1 from Starr. I wonder why I didn't hear any of these.

Upon closer inspection of the phone he sees that the phone was on vibrate all night. He shakes his head at himself and puts the phone in his pocket. Train then walks to the door and then hears thunder outside. A nearby window starts to get raindrops on it. Thunder Train mumbles "Great" then puts his hood up and leaves the apartment. He walks down the hall to the elevator. Before he can even press the button to call the elevator it opens. Out walks a man on a cell phone. Completely ignoring the mountain of a man in front of him, he walks past. Train enters the elevator and as the doors close he overhears the man talking on his phone.

Man: Yeah, Mason Freakman here and I....

Thunder Train's eyes get wide and he pulls the elevator doors open and starts running at the guy.

Thunder Train: FREEEEEEEEEEEEEMAN!

Man: Excuse me? AHHHHHHH

Thunder Train tackles the man and starts punching him. He picks the guy up and slams his head into the wall and against some doors. He tosses the guy out of the 4 story window. He gets back into the elevator and presses the lobby button. As he goes down the Portal theme song plays and he can't help but bob his head to the beat. He gets to the lobby and exits the complex and looks to start his car however his car is gone and he assumes that the Entourage took it for some reason. He lets out a sigh of frustration and starts walking to the bus stop.

The rain isn't as bad as Train thought it would be and he lowers his hood. He walks down the sidewalk and crosses some streets before finally reaching the bus stop. There an old man with a giant bowl of fortune cookies sits on the bench. Not wanting to bother the man he leans against the bus stop sign. The man, however, does bother Train.

Old Man: Hey there....young man...would you liek a cookie?

Thunder Train: What? Oh...no. Thanks anyway.

Old Man: They say that these fortune cookies are usually right, why don't you take one?

Thunder Train: Really, I'm fine, you enjoy that bowl of cookies

Old Man: Listen sonny, I ain't gonna stop bothering you till you take one of these cookies and read your fortune.

Thunder Train: Your fortune doesn't interest me.

Old Man: Grrrr....you young kids are no respect for your elders.

Thunder Train: *sigh* Fine, I'll take one of your stupid cookies.

Thunder Train takes one of the cookies and turns around before he opens it the man interrupts him again.

Old Man: The fortune might give you some advice with your troubles with Freeman....

Thunder Train: What? How do you know about th--

Thunder Train turns around and the man is gone. The bus is now here and with a puzzled look on his face, Train gets onto the bus. He takes a seat and reads the fortune.

Thunder Train: "The winner of a contest will also be the one victorious." What the hell? How does this help me? And how does that guy know about-- Man I must be going crazy

And with that the bus starts pulling away as Thunder Train is left clueless of whats going on.

End.

[BK London]

Segment: "Family" Credit: T-Kiss / Lucrezia

[Monday. In TK’s life that translates into another show and another long plane ride home the next day. However, with Anna by his side, the plane rides home aren’t so bad anymore. In a way they are almost tolerable now, just like many aspects of his life thanks to her.

Arriving home in the afternoon, the two spent the rest of the day spending time together. Shopping, driving around in TK’s custom Ferrari and going to the movies has worn the two out and now they enjoy the day’s last few hours relaxing pool side.]

Thunderkiss: I loved the look on your father’s face when we told him he was having a grandson.

Anna Sommers: Almost as excited as you.

TK: Almost.

[Anna rests her head back on the chair and gazes up at the stars. Many curiosities have been growing inside her for the past few weeks about the man that lies to her immediate left. Usually when one is involved in a meaningful relationship they tend to know many things about their significant other. This is certainly not the case with Anna's connection with TK. To her, a large portion of his life remains an enigma and that makes her understandably uncomfortable. Now that they are on the topic of family, she finds the time right to expound upon the subject in hopes of getting one of her burning questions answered.]

Anna: I've never heard much of the family responsible for rearing the big oaf lying next to me. What can you tell me?

TK: There isn’t much to talk about.

Anna: For starters, do you have a family?

TK: Not anymore.

Anna: Touchy subject, I see.

TK: Yes, it's filed away in the bad memory department.

[TK grabs his glass of champagne and sips it down, hoping Anna will "tap" her way out of this conversation. Knowing her tenacity and determination, he figures this is one opponent who will not submit and the next words out of her mouth prove him right.]

Anna: The anonymity of my father drove me mad with depression. I love Gingerdude so much. It's hard to imagine him as just a boss.

TK: I never knew my dad. He left us when I was very young. My mom was a psycho. The day I leaped onto a plane to Japan was the last day I ever saw her. I couldn’t even tell you if she is still alive.

Anna: How awful!

TK: And please, don’t go getting any crazy ideas about a reunion, because it's something I most certainly do not want in my life, your life or my child's life. You are my family now Anna, you and him. For the record, I really hate calling my child "him," we need to pick a name.



Anna: Percival.

TK: ......

[Anna giggles at TK’s reaction causing him to playfully leap out of his lounge chair and onto hers. Grabbing both her arms he pins her down so she is unable to move and is under his complete control.]

Anna *giggling*: Noooooooooo!

TK: Percival? PERCIVAL?! I’ll show you Percival.

[For a few seconds they play around and struggle against each other and then suddenly their eyes lock. The struggling comes to an abrupt end as TK gently raises his hand and caresses the side of her face before leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips, an action that draws the breath straight out of her.]

Anna: Aiden, never leave us.

TK: I won’t.

[He leans down again and her arms come across his back to embrace him. As the two ignite the air on fire above Thunder Mountain, the camera pans up into the night sky. A single shooting star flies across it before the image fades to black.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 1: Jin vs. Wayde Russler (Credit: Dan White)

Jin and Wayde square up, and then lock up. Wayde uses the extra 30 lbs to throw Jin to the floor, but Jin is quick to his feet. Wayde though holds him back into a turnbuckle, and follows that up with some hefty slaps to the chest. He steps back, allowing Jin to stumble out the turnbuckle and planting him with a Manhattan Drop. Wayde follows this positive start to the match with more Mongolian Chops, and some heavy weardown moves such as the Vertical Suplex and Stalling Backdrop Suplex. Both of these moves are followed by a pin attempt, but Jin kicks out of both. Unfazed, Wayde picks him up and tries to hit the Inverted DDT, but Jin manages to escape the hold, signalling the change in direction in the match.

Jin follows his skillful reversal with a few kicks to the leg, beginning to wear Wayde down bit by bit. Wayde's attempts to hit a cheap shot are foiled, as the first punch he throws is met by a Roundhouse Kick, and the second punch met by a kick around the shoulder. Wayde though still doesn't go down, and Jin follows this up with a Tornado DDT, which plants him on the floor. Jin then follows this up with a pin attempt, that's thwarted. The next couple of minutes continue to be Jin changing the flow of much in his favour, with a number of Judo throws, snapmares and scoop slams, as Wayde manages to avoid any hard-hitting moves. Suddenly, Jin attempts to hit the Go 2 Sleep, but Wayde manages to escape without any casualty.

Now for the final paragraph where both men are as equal as each other but one is slightly better to win the match. Both men grapple, slams are reversed, suplexes avoided, referees pushed, steel chairs unleashed, guns involved, nuclear strikes called; the usual, really. The match pace increases, and in all serious yes the referee did get knocked out, or rather, gently pushed to the ground. Wayde then gets a can of beer, and cracks it against Jin's head. Believe me, a full can of unopened beer is pretty sore! Wayde makes the cover but no referee! As he gets up to check the ref, Jin makes the recover and rolls Wayde into a schoolboy, just as the referee recovers and makes the count. 1-2-3! Oh noes!

Winner: Jin

[BK London]

Segment: An interview Taylor Made for The Ultimate Competitor
Credit: Jon Taylor

As can be expected by now; the scene opens up with a shot of the backstage area. This time however, the part of our attention is no mans' land! (For you fuckers who didn't read my warfare segment, no mans' land is where Charlotte King likes to conduct her interviews!), and unfortunately right on cue the camera zooms in to reveal King standing there with her cameraman; Lou. King doesn't look to be in the best of moods, and appears to be taking it out on Lou as per usual. Poor Lou. King seems to be nattering on about something, while Lou politely listens.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Where the hell is he!

King pauses briefly, while Lou continues to listen intently to King.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: It isn't too much to ask to be punctual, is it?

Lou realises she is expecting a reply, and comes up with the first thing that pops into his head whilst shaking his head for brownie points.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman Erm...no.

King seems to approve of this answer and continues on nattering. Aww.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: I mean really, I even went to the trouble of making an appointment to do an interview segment with him, and the asshole still couldn't turn up on time!

Lou seems unsure how to react.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman ...maybe he got caught up with something?

King obviously didn't want to hear to hear this, and turns around to face Lou. She appears to be even more pissy now.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: What?!

Lou hesitates before replying again.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman I said maybe he got caught up with something and couldn't get awa-

King like the rude bitch she is interrupts, how dare she I say!

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Nonsense! He made a commitment and he didn't fulfil it, I shall be talking to management about this!

Lou sighs, however something unexpected happens, as King finishes her sentence the sound of footsteps can be heard approaching them. King and Lou look towards the entrance to the area to see a man standing there. It is Jon Taylor. Oh goody, this will be fun after all! Taylor has the usual smirk on his face and makes his way towards King and Lou, at his own pace of course. King looks a bit embarrassed and unsure whether Taylor heard her mouthing off. Lou has a smile on his face.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Sorry...I missed that last part - what will you be talking to management about?

Taylor looks on at King who's face has gone bright red through embarrassment.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Oh..um nothing to concern yourself with Jon - just an issue with the cameraman that needs sorting out.

Lou's smile immediately disappears and he gives King a dirty look. That'll show the bitch! However, King seems to be focused on Taylor now, and doesn't see Lou. Damn.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: I assume you're ready to begin the interview segment?

Taylor doesn't seem too interested in doing the segment, though replies anyway.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I’m about as enthusiastic to begin as I am to saw my own head off, but if it gets rid of your annoying bimbo ass then I guess sacrifices are going to have to be made.

Taylor's smirk has grown bigger as King struggles to keep control and not flip out on Taylor. King gestures for Lou to begin rolling the camera, and being the magnificent cameraman he is, he does!

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen back to ACW, this is Charlotte King and tonight I will be conducting an interview with the former ACW International Champion...The Ultimate Competitor, Jon Taylor!

King doesn't sound too enthusiastic in her speech, though the smirk on Taylor's face remains.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Right, let’s not waste any time, time for the first question! Jon, tonight you face Jonny Hughes, and it is no secret there is bad blood between the two of you - what is your opinion on "The Shooter" Jonny Hughes.

Taylor laughs at the mention at Jonny Hughes. King looks unsure how to react and attempts to smile.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: So you want my opinion of Jonny Hughes, huh?

King nods.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, my opinion is, he's a no good talentless piece of shit! I mean come on. Hughes is one of those guys who have big mouths, but can't back them up with actions. Now, before you comment on my willingness to speak out, unlike Hughes I actually back up my actions! Hughes is one of those guys who is pretty solid out there in the ring, but is nothing more. He'll probably bang on about how he held the Entertainment Title for over 100 days, but let’s face it - who really cares about that championship anyway? They tried to unify it with the Light Heavyweight Title, and it still doesn't have an ounce more of prestige than it did before! And let’s not forget the fact that he lost the unification match to Andrew Starr. Yes, Andrew Starr! That is enough in itself to prove my fact. It is true that Hughes and I have a bad blood, stemming from the fact that he thinks he even has the right to step in the same ring as me! That no good piece of shit doesn't deserve to be on the undercard, let alone step into the same ring as The Ultimate Competitor. Hughes and I have met on two previous occasions, and on both of them I kicked his ass. The first time he was lucky (or unlucky depending on how you look at it) that Flamingo ending up getting us disqualified handing Hughes the win. And on the second occasion I completely dominated him and knocked him out cold. Needless to say I am very confident coming into this match.

Taylor is beaming with confidence whilst King looks fairly happy with how the interview is going so far.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Some strong words for Hughes there, from you Jon. Now, let’s not forget it is a tag team match - what is your opinion on his tag team partner, Fallen Souls.

The name Fallen Souls seem to strike a nerve with Taylor, who lost his championship to Fallen. King looks to be pleased with the reaction from Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: What is my opinion on Fallen Souls? I feel over the past few weeks I have made my opinion on Fallen very clear. However, somehow on both occasions I have faced him he has somehow picked up the win after being dominated for the entire match. Needless to say this is growing very frustrating. Of course, I believe I am much more talent and skilled than Fallen, but I still can't grasp how on both occasions he has STILL managed to pick up the win out of nowhere. I have analysed all his matches including both of our encounters and I still cannot work out what I have done wrong. However, that is about to change tonight. Tonight, Fallen and I won't be the only ones in the ring. Fallen won't be able to get lucky again like previously because I have the monster, Limelight in my corner. I have no worries about facing off against Fallen once again, and I look forward to finally being able to put him in his place.

From the body language from Taylor it appears he is very keen to get one over Fallen. Whether he will, however is an entirely different matter! King looks to be pleased with the progress of the interview and looks happy to deliver her final question to The Ultimate Competitor.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Speaking of Limelight, what are your thoughts on teaming with him tonight? Are you two on the same page?

Taylor smiles, expecting this question.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, what is there to say? Yes, he is 320lbs, yes he is 6"4 tall and yes he did put Zero out of action. Obviously he is a very powerful person, and I would be lying if I didn't think he could prove to be very useful in this match-up. I have talked with his manager and I can safely say we will both be on the same page out there tonight. Hughes and Fallen Souls have enough to worry about just being against this monster in the ring, if you add The Ultimate Competitor to the mix it is only a recipe fit for destruction. And that's what is going to happen out there tonight; the destruction of Jonny Hughes’s and Fallen Soul's careers.

Taylor's smile grows bigger, King although pleased with the result of the interview seems unsure what to say about the latest statement from Taylor.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Well, thank you for giving us your time to be interviewed and...er...good luck in your match later on tonight!

Taylor chuckles.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Believe me, Charlotte - Hughes and Fallen will be the ones needing luck after we are done with them.

Taylor walks off with a grin on his face. Lou stops the camera and then places it on floor. He takes a drink out of his trouser pocket and lifts it up to his mouth to attempt to take a swig, though King stops him before he can.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: What are you doing?!

Lou looks confused

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman ...having a drink?

King doesn't look happy.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: It isn't break time, put the drink away and follow me - we have more interviews to do!

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman But-

King interrupts him. Boy, does she need to learn some manners!

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: No, buts - come on now!

Lou decides it isn't worth the energy arguing with her and places the drink back in his pocket. He picks up his camera and follows King.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment “Solid Gay” Credit: T-Train / Nick Durden / T-Kiss

[Reluctantly putting his faith in Thunderkiss to help “train” him for his in ring return, Nick Durden is about to learn first hand on why one should never lay their future in the hands of the Thunderman. What was meant to be an exercise program to get Nick back in shape has quickly evolved into a gimmick makeover the likes of which has the Henshin Hero extremely nervous. Doing a change into a new outfit TK had tailor made for him in the Champ’s bathroom, Durden takes one look in the mirror and cringes.]

Thunderkiss: Are you finished yet Durden?

Nick Durden: Uh, I guess so, but I'm still not getting how the hell this is supposed to help me fi--

TK *Interrupting*: Well come on out then!

[The bathroom door opens up and out steps a Nick Durden, looking very peeved indeed. Dressed in a black leather outfit that barely covers his chest and nether regions, he walks toward TK with both hands covering his crotch to make sure nothing falls out by accident. Nick's face is obscenely red. Is it from rage or embarrassment? Most likely a combination of both.]

TKs: What’s with the look Durden? You don’t like it?!

Durden: Are you kidding me? I look like a Chippendale's reject!

TK: You're close, brother. It's “Solid Gay,” Nick Durden.

[There is a look that comes over Nick's face, as if to say "no...fucking...way."]

Durden: No...fucking...way.

[See? I told you.]

Durden: What the hell are you, Carson Kressley all of a sudden? This is gonna kill my career worse than when I tried out for American Idol.

[We cut to a flashback of a teenage Nick Durden standing in front of a backdrop with an obnoxiously huge American Idol logo in front of it. Nick is singing...no, actually squawking would be a more accurate way to describe it.]

Durden *Completely out of tune*: WHEREVA you go...WHATEVA you do...I will be RIGHT HERE waiting for you...WHATEVA it takes...or how my heart BREAKS...I will be RIGHT HERE waiting for........YOOOOOOOOOOOO-hoooooooooo-OOOOOOOOOU!

[Simon Cowell, Paula Abdul, and Randy Jackson sit stoically behind their desks opposite Nick. Finally, Paula speaks up.]

Paula: Um...Nick...I can appreciate your look and your...enthusiasm for music...but...

[She continues to strain her brain in search of the sparse compliments one can reasonably give to Nick's performance.]

Paula: I'm gonna have to pass.

[The shot shifts back to Nick, who is clearly heartbroken.]

Randy: Yo, dawg. I mean, dawg, I can dig what you were going for, dawg, but, dawg, I just didn't see it, dawg. I'm gonna pass, dawg....dawg.

Simon: Nick....

Randy: Dawg.

Simon: What in the...HELL...was that? I mean, I hear more pleasant sounds at the zoo during the sea turtles' mating season. Your "singing" sounded like a skinned badger getting cooked alive on the carburetor of my Mazerati. I believe your performance to be a justification for euthanasia. After listening to that, I've lost so much faith in humanity that I would now like to go home and shoot myself in the face. Because you are such a worthless human being, as evidenced by your performance, I suggest you follow suit as well.

Randy: Dawg.

[Cut to a shot of Nick walking out of the audition room, his eyes ablaze with tears.]

Durden: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW, MAN! THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW! **** THEM! I'm gonna be bigger than they'll ever know! And when I am, they're gonna be like, "Man, we should've given that kid a chance!"



Thunderkiss: You act like gay guys don’t watch wrestling! *rolls eyes* Don’t be all homophobic! When it comes to merchandise and ticket sales, let me tell you a gay man’s money is just as good as anyone else’s. Why do you think I do all those beefcake posters? To drive a new sports car every month thanks to their money, of course! You shake that ass of yours in that outfit Durden and I’m telling you you’ll be winning all sorts of GLAAD awards and rolling in the dough in no time!

Durden: I am not homophobic. Gay people freakin' LOVE me, man. I am just not gay!

TK: But you could just play one on TV! People want entertainment and this is entertaining! Come on, give it a shot!

Durden: You have to be kidding me.

TK: Alright, lets get an unbiased opinion of this matter.

[TK opens his door to the main ‘Raj locker room causing Durden to dart back into the bathroom in fear of someone seeing him dressed like this. Cuffing both hands to his mouth, TK screams out for his “unbiased” observer.]

TK: Hey Train! Get in here!

[In waltzes Thunder Train, eating a piece of left over stale pizza from the night before. He’s always hungry, you know.]

Thunder Train: What’s up?

TK *pointing*: What do you think of the makeover I gave Durden?

Thunder Train: Uhhh, is he now wrestling as the invisible man?

TK: What? ....Hey! Waitaminute?!

[Quickly turning in Nick’s direction, TK realizes now realizes that Durden has retreated back into the bathroom. Frustrated at Durden’s unwillingness to accept his new gimmick, TK struts over to his bathroom door and begins angrily pounding on it.]

TK: Durden! DURDEN! Get out here!

Durden *from the other side of the door* Get the hell out! This was a waste of time, I'm leaving!

TK: Either you come out or we are coming in!

[Silence. A few seconds pass and a sound of a squeaky doorknob turning can be heard. Its time for “take two.”]

TK: So Train, whadda think?

Thunder Train *eyes wide*: Uhh ye- *snickering*

[Upon hearing the Train’s amusement, TK shoots his foot back and gives him a quick kick in the shin to silence him.]

Thunder Train: OW! Er, I mean, WOW! Yeah man ... that looks great. You’ll be an overnight success! This thing is mad over in Japan!

Durden: Seriously?

Thunder Train: Of course! ...can I go now?...

TK *Whispering*: Yes.

[Biting his lip until it bleeds, Train leaves the room. As the door shuts, bursts of laughter can be heard from the other side and TK begins talking really loud to drown them out.]

TK *screaming*: So there’s your verdict! Now come on, give it a try! Go out there and strut your stuff!

[Durden hangs his head for a second, weighing all his doubts against TK’s encouragements. At the conclusion of this mental battle, one side wins out and your victor is - ]

Durden *sighing*: Alright, fine, what could it hurt to try?

TK: Awesome! Come on pal, let’s go!

[TK bounces out of his room and heads to main Entourage entrance. Durden follows closely behind.]

TK: Now remember, get out there and shake your booty! Be a winner!

[Patting Nick on the shoulder, TK then practically pushes him right out the to the main hallway outside. Immediately Nick starts drawing stares, but he rolls with it, hoping they are looks of awestruck passerbys. Poor Nick, if he only knew. Meanwhile on the other side of the door...]

Thunder Train *laughing*: What a sucker!

TK: Did you see how ridiculous he looked? Aw man, I hope this never stops!

[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 2: Alex Richmond vs. Lucrezia (Credit: Thunderkiss)

..::ACW::.. ALEX RICHMOND VS. LUCREZIA ..::MELTDOWN::..

Time limit: 20 Minutes
Referee: Carter Donovan

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

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

“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.

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: The animosity between these two is so thick you can almost cut it with a knife. Instead of a grapple to begin the match, Richmond comes out throwing. Quick as a cat, Lucrezia dodges most of his shots and returns fire with a rake across Richmond’s eyes! Alex falls back in pain and Lucrezia combos with an European uppercut! Richmond now staggers all the way back onto the ropes and Lucrezia comes running in for a short range lariat but Richmond ducks down and back body drops her out of the ring down to the floor below! Lucrezia hits hard and before Cesare can check on her condition, Richmond has already leapt out the ring and is pulling her to her feet with a handful of hair. Once vertical, Richmond Irish whips Lucrezia into the nearest steel ringpost! The fans let out a big “ooh” as the sound of Lucrezia’s head hitting the steel can be heard echoing throughout the arena! As Lucrezia thrives in pain down on her knees, she feels wetness coming from her forehead. Reaching up with her hand, she quickly removes it to see blood stains on her fingers. Instead of this being a distraction or concern for her, she actually thrives off the sight of her own blood and instantly rises to her feet. Attacking Richmond in a frenzy, she shreds him across his face with his fingernails and then pushes him into the ring. There she mounts him and begins to choke him down, much to the dismay of the referee.

MATCH MIDPOINT: During the mid point of this match, Lucrezia continues her rampage of sadistic torture. Chokes, slashes and even eye pokes have become her primary weapons against Richmond. Not one to take this kind of treatment lying down, Richmond comes alive and begins to strike back in anger! Nailing Lucrezia with a stiff RUNNING LARIAT, Richmond picks her up off the mat and combos with a RUNNING POWERSLAM! The two back to back power moves knock the wind right out of Lucrezia’s lungs and she begins to gasp for air. Upon noticing this, Richmond decides to add insult to injury by dropping a big elbow right onto Lucrezia’s mouth! Rolling onto her back out of instinct, Richmond drops a knee right into the small of her back and then decides the time is right for a pin fall attempt! Richmond only gets a two as Lucrezia rolls her shoulder to her side. Its going to take much more pain to bring Lucrezia down for a three count and Richmond has no problems with dishing it out! Lifting her up, Richmond clamps onto her body and then leaps up and then down with a LEG LIFT SPINE BUSTER! Bringing his forearm across her face for some extra punishment, Richmond makes a huge mistake by bringing his flesh close to her hands. With her sharp fingernails she clamps onto him and once again draws blood AND Richmond’s ire.

MATCH ENDING: The end of the match up approaches and the struggle continues on without any clear cut advantage for either wrestler. It appears its going to take a mistake by either competitor for the other to claim victory and that’s exactly what happens. Richmond charges and Lucrezia hops right over the top of him. Quickly spinning around, Lucrezia takes Richmond down by surprise with a FLAGELLATION! Her knee shoots right into the small of his back and pain overcomes his body! Not allowing him a moment’s rest, Lucrezia leaps on top of her wounded opponent and slaps on the MATRIMONY! However, before she can truly sink it in, Richmond struggles to the ropes and latches onto them causing Donovan to call for a break! Lucrezia then rolls to the ropes as well and uses them to help pull herself up. Still wounded, Richmond has trouble getting vertical and that’s going to cost him! Leaping up onto the corner, Lucrezia jumps off onto Alex’s head! Latching onto it, she drives him down hard into the canvas with a BAPTISM! Lucrezia rolls to her feet once again and begins to gyrate her body in exhilaration over her fallen opponent. Its only a matter of time before this match comes to an end, and it happens in the form of an EXCOMMUNICATION! Crumbling onto the mat, Richmond’s well fought effort comes to an abrupt end as Lucrezia hovers over the top of his body.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MELTDOWN WINNER: LUCREZIA DAMIANO!

[BK London]

Segment: A Quiet Tummy (Credit: Lucrezia)

Moments after the climatic confrontation between Alex Richmond and Lucrezia Damiano, Cesare's cellular beeped twice. He did not require his sister's clairvoyance to predict the contents of the text message. There is a lashing waiting for him back in the Vatican. He imagines his father, the once indomitable Cardinal, hacking up globs of brackish blood, decrepit arm compulsively reaching for the cat o' nine tails oft' grasped during grueling sessions of corporal punishment. Cesare scratches his back to satisfy a spontaneous itch.

Lucrezia: Do you know what I miss? Viscera.

Cesare grinds his teeth, clenching his fists spasmodically. Lucrezia glides to the corner of the locker room. Cesare spots several torn stitches in her red dress. She refuses to wear another, mocking the array of Valentino gowns collecting dust in her closet. Her hips gyrate, isolated from the rest of her body. They become a separate entity, a dangerous anomaly, drawing her brother in, in, in.

Then out as quickly as he came.

Cesare: If memory serves correctly, you had a chance to bathe in viscera tonight, love. Why didn't you listen to Cesare? Why did you disobey your brother?

Lucrezia: My tummy...no longer growly.

With a resounding 'bang,' Cesare's fist crashes down on the coffee table. Lucrezia whimpers, claw of a hand caressing her milky cheek. She captivates him in her stare, eyes like stars, bright and luminous in their mystique. He brushes her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. With an elegant snap of his wrist, he unfurls a black folding fan, directing small gusts of wind to fly past his hair.

Cesare: Make it hungry, Lu! We are behind schedule. We cannot bear to waste more time.

Lucrezia: Bear down the rod and punish the child! But it is not his doing. Unjust you are, dear brother.

She is right, of course. He did not forsee the drastic consequences of allowing Lucrezia to feast upon the sanguine contents in the veins of that black Neanderthal. Without the proper rituals, blood diminishes the feaster's appetite for further consumption. It may be days, or perhaps weeks, until he can fully cleanse the vessel of its viles.

Cesare: I beg forgiveness, dear sister. It's only--

Lucrezia silences him with a long finger over his lips. She leans in, her chestnut hair forming a sanctum around them.

Lucrezia: You bubble with acid, dear brother. Fear not, for the Lord fills his sacred vessel with holy blood, and I grow in his light and grace day by day.

Lips replace the finger. The kiss is gentle, warm, and lasting. She inhales life and exhales death. Cesare's head swims, her clarity and eloquence strike him. As he fumbles for his belt buckle, a tiny candle of hope ignites in the deep recesses of his mind. Perhaps she is right. Perhaps they'll furnish the guillotine so gentle.

Then again, perhaps not.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: Tire Swing (Credit: Flamingo)

As the cameras returned from break, McNally and Edison are adjusting their notes as the fans roared in anticipation of the rest of the night’s show.

McNally: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Thursday Night Meltdown and coming up next Charlotte King has an exclusive sit-down interview with Adrian Flamingo. Hopefully we’ll learn more of the injury he suffered a month ago that has left him confined to a wheelchair. Also, I’m sure we’ll hear his thoughts about the assault he suffered last week at the hands of BK London.

Edison: Max, we’ve seen some pretty downright disturbing things in our time here in ACW, but seeing BK London flip Adrian’s wheelchair and watching Adrian’s body fall limp on the ground was just wrong.

McNally: Well, BK still stands behind his statement that this is nothing but Adrian Flamingo trying to pull a fast one on everyone, but let’s hear it from the man himself. Charlotte?

The camera cut from the live arena to a closed off sound studio where Charlotte King is sitting in provocative, yet professional-looking dress and blazer. To her left sat Adrian Flamingo in his wheelchair wearing a black dress shirt and slacks. The rest of the studio had been blacked out except for the large ACW logo that stood behind them on an interview wall.

Charlotte King: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Charlotte King and I’m here with a man who many thought had a bright future ahead of him in ACW, but last week he announced his retirement from the wrestling business after suffering a life-changing injury – Adrian Flamingo. Adrian, it’s been over a month since we saw you take the fall that led to your early retirement, could you tell us about the initial injury?

Adrian ran his hand over his head, smoothing out his hair before he cuffed his hands together in his lap. Adrian’s tone and appearance gave off the vibe that he was trying to be as professional as possible doing this, which was something he was never notoriously known for. He was the kind of guy who’d throw a joke or analogy out there to lighten the mood, but something told him that it wouldn’t work this time.

Adrian Flamingo: I don’t want to throw around technical terms and pretend that everyone at home knows what I’m talking about. Frankly, I’m not really sure what it all means either. What I can tell you is that after that when I hit the top of that limo, I felt a burning sensation in my arms and legs. After that, I couldn’t feel a thing. I’ve been doing this for a few years now, Charlotte, and I’ve been put into matches that I haven’t felt completely comfortable with, but that was the first time I’ve ever felt honest to God fear. I don’t know if it was shock or if the paralysis kicked in that quickly, but being wide awake and not being able to move is the worst thing I’ve ever felt.

Charlotte King: Well, Adrian, could you walk us through what happened?

Adrian Flamingo: Well, Dr. Wagner, the physician who was responsible for most of my treatment, recently watched the footage of my accident with me and broke it down frame by frame. He said that when I first hit the top of the limo, the body and glass of the vehicle gave out. As the body gave out, it was stretched to it’s brink by the force of my body which caused it to tear. The jagged bits of said body basically ripped and tore at my back and, added with the impact of the fall, led to my paralysis.

Now that the technical questions were over, Charlotte was going to move into a potentially reactive area of questions. After clearing her throat, Charlotte looked Adrian in the eye before continuing. She and Adrian had never been on the best footing in the company and she knew better than anyone not to trust a single word he said. To be honest, she was one of the people cheering when he got put through that limo by BK.

Charlotte King: I believe the next question is why did you call out BK London last week on Meltdown? You had to have known that with all the history you had, he was bound to be skeptical of your current state.

Adrian Flamingo: Charlotte, I stated my intentions a week ago and I stand by those statements. I wanted BK London out there so that I could apologize to him face to face like a man. Why is it so hard for people to believe that after dealing with my own injuries for a month that I would feel remorse and regret for putting BK in the same position? Hell, the injuries I caused him sparked a serious of unfortunate events that led to him losing his wife amongst other things.

Charlotte King: Alright, now I think it’s safe to say that the entire ACW family was mortified about what happened to you last week, but why are you threatening to sue BK London and ACW for what happened? If you’re so full of remorse, could you not understand BK’s skepticism?

Adrian glared at Charlotte and chances were that if he could stand up, he would’ve punched her in the jaw. How dare she make him out to be the guilty party! After squeezing the arm rests on his chair as a makeshift stress reliever, Adrian grimaced.

Adrian Flamingo: Ms. King, I’m not sure what world you live in, but in the one I’m in, you don’t walk around flipping people out of wheelchairs just because you “have a hunch” that they could really walk. I tried to be the bigger man in this situation, I tried to go out there and account for the bad things I’ve done and what does ACW’s prodigal son do in return? He punches out my uncle and tries to beat the hell out of me! Now I’ve got all these reports saying how “vile” I am for threatening to sue BK and ACW for the attack? That is absolute bullshit! You know that anyone who was in my position would do the same, hell; half of you would’ve wanted to sue for the accident itself! I don’t even want much in return! All I want is BK London to look me in the eye and apologize for last week. I want us to come to a mutual understanding and end this pointless war. That’s all I want!

Charlotte King: Speaking of your war with BK London, what do you think of the deal he struck up with Gingerdude on Thursday night? For the fans at home who may have missed the announcement, if BK London can prove that Adrian is lying about his disability, he’ll get Adrian in a one on one match at Genocide.

For the first time in the entire interview, Adrian flashed a smirk that he was notoriously known for. There was something different in this one though. It lacked that touch of mischief, and instead was replaced by a sort of sad giggle.

Adrian Flamingo: … you know, Charlotte, I hope he can prove this is nothing but a trick. Hell, there’s nothing I wouldn’t want more than to be able to wake up and say this is all a bad dream. Do you have any possible idea just how hard it is to see ACW roll on without me? Do you think I want to retire from this business without ever having a title reign to my name? Let me walk you through my little nightmare, Charlotte. I wake up and immediately need my uncle’s help to stand up and guide me into the bathroom. After using up most of my energy just by walking to the bathroom, I spend the rest of my day confined to this chair and simply try to “make do” with this whole situation. Meanwhile, other men and women are still competing, still fighting, and winning the biggest matches in their careers. Now, you tell me, Charlotte, what could I ever possibly gain from faking this?

Charlotte King: Nothing immediately comes to mind, Adrian, but tonight you’ll get your wish of BK London apologizing to you under strict orders from Chairman Gingerdude. Adrian, thank you for your time.

The scene faded just as Adrian turned his wheelchair and rolled away.

[BK London]

SEGMENT: A True Test of Knighthood (D-Mainer)

When we return to ACW programming we’re directed to the ACW Parking Lot. Out in the parking lot is The Royal Court in the form of Danny Mainer, Mei Feng Shinoda and ANTHRAX. The 3 of them are stood there in a triangle formation, Danny and Mei-Feng are next to each other and ANTHRAX stands in front of them with his sword and shield unsheathed. They stand there in a generic, casual stance while they wait for something. Danny could be in a better mood as he hasn’t been booked this week but he’s still got a fury thing going on. Accompanying Danny in his typical attire, he’s wearing a tabard over his ring costume. A black vestment with a white Iron Cross covering it.

Danny’s face is blank and expressionless as he folds his arms getting impatient, Mei-Feng checks on her nails painted red with varnish today. She pulls her hood up over her head as she also starts to get impatient. Suddenly, a smile spreads across Danny’s face as down the ramp into the parking lot descends a white limousine.

Danny: Ahh… finally.

ANTHRAX doesn’t flinch at all during this entire scene. The limo stops with it’s west side facing them. The backdoor on the limo opens and out of it a giant black boot meets the cold stone floor. A giant hand touches the top of the door frame and a head adorning a long wave of straggly black hair comes out. Stepping out of the limousine is no other then Ross Lambert’s former enforcer Kenji Zakahashi. He stands tall out of the limo standing at 7’0 tall. Enough to make any mere man shit his pants but ANTHRAX is not phased at all.

Danny: Ahh! Thank God, Kenji… my loyal knight here. I want you to dismantle the poor fool. Take him to the limit and destroy him with anything you should need. My car is out here though so if you scratch it I’m kicking both your asses.

Zakahashi: Right you are. The kid in the metal?

Zakahashi points to ANTHRAX with a cocky smile on his face, Danny nods silently with a returning grin.

Danny: Alrighty then, let’s do this… ding ding.

With those two magic words, ANTHRAX thunders forward with his shortened kendo stick. Shots immediately fly to the waist and leg section of Kenji, Kenji walks backwards wincing slightly in pain as it swats off of his legs like a giant fly swatter. Kenji lets fly with a massive right handed throat-thrust knocking ANTHRAX stumbling back but he quickly recovers and instead lets fly with a returning sword shot to the chest. Kenji stumbles back clutching his chest in pain twisting his body slightly. ANTHRAX lets fly with a swinging shot catching the Giant in the stomach. Kenji drops to one knee after this shot. ANTHRAX sees advantage and so he lunges forward throwing his trash can lid forward drilling into Zakahashi’s head with brute force. Zakahashi falls onto his back and ANTHRAX quickly capitalizes on this drilling him with repeated ground shots with the cane using both hands to the delight of the crowd.

ANTHRAX goes into a psychosis mode as he starts to roar and his strikes go faster and faster into the chest. Kenji is getting caned by the angry Knight but Kenji suddenly out of nowhere grabs the tip of the cane with both hands. ANTHRAX struggles to pull the cane back while Kenji uses this time to push up to his feet. He’s now towering over ANTHRAX again and his grip adjusts so he’s got one hand on the tip, one on the handle. ANTHRAX still tries to struggle for the cane as Danny watches on with an interested look on his face. ANTHRAX finally realizes that trying to get this weapon back from Kenji would be lying trying to get Thunderkiss to have a sex change but it’s too late. Kenji uses all of his strength to push the cane down, literally throwing it at the floor taking ANTHRAX with it but Kenji brings up his knee breaking not only the cane in half but possibly ANTHRAX’s face too. ANTHRAX bounces off of his knee like a basketball off a wooden floor. ANTHRAX falls right onto his back as Kenji looks pleased with himself and Danny looks disappointed.

Kenji stands over the quite possibly unconscious ANTHRAX before reaching up with his giant hands. He pulls him up off the floor with no effort whatsoever. ANTHRAX is standing up straight, Kenji drags ANTHRAX by his hair over to a white car in the distance. Kenji’s paying ANTHRAX no attention which gives ANTHRAX ample opportunity to wink at Danny Mainer which puts him into shock as his sheer resilience. Kenji then redirects his attention to ANTHRAX as they arrive at his car. He positions ANTHRAX in front of him before hoisting him drilling him onto the roof of the car with a Scoop Slam to the dismay of Danny Mainer. He slams ANTHRAX violently down onto the roof before climbing up onto the hood treating it like a step. He then walks up onto the roof of the car raising both arms as he peels ANTHRAX off of the roof. Kenji smiles before hoisting ANTHRAX up for a HUGE chokebomb. ANTHRAX is on instinct though and he reaches forward jabbing a thumb to the eye of Kenji. Kenji drops him, ANTHRAX lands on his feet, Kenji hunches over, ANTHRAX leaps up. LETHAL INJECTION!

Kenji falls rolling off of the top of the car onto his back. ANTHRAX picks himself up before leaping off of the top with a body splash to the poor Giant below. ANTHRAX hooks both legs as Danny slides to make the count. Kenji is completely disorientated and has no way of getting out.

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ANTHRAX gets up without showing any emotion. Danny is impressed to say the least that he could take out the giant so quickly. Kenji lies unconscious as Danny raises ANTHRAX’s arm. ANTHRAX realizes that his blade is broken though and he looks to Danny, Danny hands him a new one which he must’ve grabbed from his trunk while the camera was off of him. ANTHRAX quickly holsters his new found sword placing it into his belt sheath as the trio walk off.

Danny: Well that was interesting.

The deadly threesome walk off as the camera draws to a fade.

[BK London]

"What Was Yours is Now Mine" (Credit: Anonymous)

Note: Upon asking, I was allowed to do this, so please don't think I did it without asking. Rattlesnake was very agreeable on this.

Someone leaves and someone is about to appear. That someone places his most treasured item in the ring and just walks out like the wuss he truly is, but what happened to that item after Meltdown? No one knows but me.

It was removed from the ring and placed in the back. With no one guarding it, I took it upon myself to collect a piece of history. The treasured weapon of the one man who said he was never the Champion of ACW. His "snakequalizer" is now in my possession.

If he wants it back, he's going to have to come and get it. I urge him to do so. But since he's gone, he won't. This snakequalizer shall be renamed the Skullcracker.

Of course, if he were to come back, I'm welcoming him and him alone to come and take this back. Fallen Heroes. I want to see you face to face. I want to see the pathetic person that walked out. Ever wonder whom I was talking to?

It's you Rattlesnake. I have come for you. I've deemed you to be the first in a long line of upsets. A new streak is going to begin. Legends, future legends, has beens, never wases, and never will bes are all going to fall to me.

It's about time someone of the likes of me came to ACW. I am the future. I am the one you will all want to see and want to be like.

51 days until Fallen Heroes. 51 days until I appear. 51 days remain and the biggest mystery to come to the ACW will be revealed.

I am waiting.