Thursday Night Meltdown March 13th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown March 13th 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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Wayde Russler vs. Danny Mainer

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Jason Freeman vs. Andrew Starr

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Lucrezia vs. Thunder Train

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Hunter vs. Limelight

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The Senator, Fallen Souls, and Alicia Laureano vs. Thunderkiss, Jon Taylor, and Blaine Stone

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[BK London]

Segment: Walk the Walk, Before You Talk the Talk
(Credit: Senator)

As the show returns from the back, a replay of Senator Steve Phillips and "Shooter" Jonny Hughes locking a double Wakigatame armbar on the ACW World Heavyweight Champion plays, to the loud disapproval of the fans. Their collective jeers only grow louder as "Hail to the Chief" plays over the PA, and the all-too-familiar Red, White, and Blue tickertape shoots from the entranceway. The Senator himself makes his way down to the ring, dressed in a finely tailored suit, making no eye contact with the fans, and merely allowing a few thrown bottles to fly past him, as he steps into the ring.

The Senator: Thank you very much for that microphone, Mr. Jones, now, if you would get out of the way, as to avoid falling debris eminating from the huddled masses, it would be much appreciated. I hardly wish for any non-combatants to become collateral damage here, after all. After all, if I get the blame for your misfortune, it would merely delay and obstrucate from my intended purposes around these parts.

Several cheeky audience members hurl their own trash into the ring, one of them striking Phillip Jones as he leaves, prompting a dastardly smirk from Senator Phillips.

Senator: It is oh-so-easy to manipulate you people out there! I merely make the implied suggestion that it would aggrivate me to have you hurl your waste at Mr. Jones, and thus, within seconds, several ruffians in your number do just that! What a difference a few days makes around here, a few comments, a simple course of action...one day, one can be a beloved icon amongst the ACW faithful, the next, they become disliked, despised, denigrated into desolation! And the truly ironic thing is, less than a month ago, if Mr. Hughes and I would have literally torn the arms of that bloated beast from their massive sockets, you people would have invited us into your homes, given us your family heirlooms, and named your firstborn sons after us! Now, for the uninitiated, my little speech here might make little sense. "Why, why is Senator Phillips whining about the fans? I thought he was the beloved ol' veteran with respect from all," would be the default response.

The Senator adjusts his collar, sighing to himself for effect, as he raises the microphone again.

Senator: At the same time, the man they call Thunderkiss, a misogynistic womanizer, a steroid, hormone, pharmaceutical ridden freak of nature, a cruel, heartless, soul-less, skill-less waste of human protien has somehow, since...I find it difficult to continue here...since, winning the ACW World Heavyweight Title, has put on illusions, and has deluded the easily fooled into making a flying leap of faith onto his shaky, dangerous bandwagon. And to my utter horror and disgrace, the "easily fooled" faction of the audience no longer includes that ten percent of de-evolved Cro Magnon youths, but now is the sizable majority!

The sizable majority of the crowd loudly reciprocates, letting Phillips know their opinion on his comments.

Senator: Oh, please, yell all you want, I am the only one with a microphone here, and I am the only one who will be heard above the din! I had the courage to pursue my dreams, and I am standing here today because of it! I merely request that you respect that fact, and kindly remain relatively silent for the duration of my rantings...it would behoove you to do so, although most of you are probably too drunk to properly respond, either way!

A beer nearly misses the Senator, who stomps the cup flat in response.

Senator: And speaking of alcohol, one Andrew Hunter comes to mind, a master of deception...and a degenerate of the first order. I have the utmost respect for Hunter in the ring, but the man is beyond salvation by humanly ways outside of it! Just when Hunter's habit of deflecting me from the truth, keeping me in the dark seems tolerable, his implacible attitude is enough to set Ghandi on edge! And if that was not bad enough, Hunter has an amazing habit of finding new depths to his moral depravity. All together, I want nothing more than to never deal with him, ever again. My trust was never reciprocated, my hope was misplaced. So then, you people wanted to hear a diatribe? You wished to find out what has set Senator Phillips on edge, well, you found out, and that...that, is nothing...but the truth.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Time to make an Example (Credit: Danny)

When we return to ACW programming we’re shown backstage behind the entrance curtain where Danny Mainer stands in only his ring tights and boot and two black wrist bands. He prepares himself ready to go out to the ring by raising his left hand slicking back his hair before sighing heavily. Smiling for a second Danny looks around before seeing the camera with him. Suddenly walking out in front of camera’s vision is ANTHRAX in his kitchen-ware armour suit, pan on his head and kendo stick strapped to his waist. The Two Soldiers of The Kings Court is looking aces currently as Danny looks intent and focused in for some odd reason this black and white filming. Danny walks over to the camera grasping it in both hands glaring right down into the lens with a grimace on his face.

Danny: ”So… this is it huh? I’m getting faced off against that valley-born hick again? How fucking wonderful. I’m TIRED of getting put into matches with no-talent nickel and dime wrestlers like Jon Taylor & Wayde Russler. Why can’t I be booked in REAL matches with someone that actually has talent? Sick and tired I am of facing complete losers and tonight I go out and face the biggest loser of them all who goes by the name of Jon Taylor… God forbid that even someone as talented as I couldn’t carry his fat ass to a 2-star match. He’s a failure in the Wrestling World and tonight, I, The King of Vegas will exact justice for the crimes he has committed on the Wrestling World. With Danny there’s only one kind of punishment… CAPITAL Punishment.

ANTHRAX steps forward into the camera view sharing it with Danny, Danny, as you can see he already looks amped for the fight tonight and well he’s looking to destroy Wayde and send that all important message that he is the real deal.

Danny: ”With ANTHRAX, Mei-Feng & all of my subjects having my back I’ve got no way in Hell of losing to Mr. Russler in just a few moments. If you think for one damn second that Wayde is going to beat me you’re in for a bomb under your chair. That pile of crap has NOTHING on me and he WILL be shot to Hell in that ring. Wayde, you better prepare yourself out in that ring ‘cause I’m NOT going easy on you. You’ve got no skill, no talent and no good qualities about you. You’re going to get destroyed just like I did at Bloody Valentine, I hate the fact that I have to waste my time kicking YOUR ass again. ANTHRAX, you’re with me right?

ANTHRAX silently nods his head along with Danny’s words not uttering a single word himself. ANTHRAX is a very dark-horse type of person.

Danny: ”ANTHRAX here is the fucking God of sword-work. He could smash a fly dead off of Mei-Feng’s fine ass with that kendo stick without even touching her. His skills with the kendo stick are unmatched and his shield-work is even better. He could block bullets with that shield of his, I have no doubt that he will save my life seven times over with that shield of his and his kendo stick companionship will be the perfect wine to his bread shield. With ANTHRAX beside me I have no fear that ACW is now my playground and that I can beat anyone, anywhere and however the Hell I like. ACW is the Devil’s Playground. Danny Mainer is the supreme ruler of the ACW Kingdom, with an eloquent grace and an iron fist that would make even the hardiest and toughest of men cower in his wake and ANTHRAX is The Asian Annihilator, the perfect example of why the Japanese are the best with any form of weapon with his graceful skill and if that isn’t enough for you his unarmed skills are… to die for.

Danny sighs as ANTHRAX allows these compliments to crack a smile. ANTHRAX’s face lights up at the severe praise that he’s getting. ANTHRAX slaps his metal-plated chest once with his right hand before allowing Danny to continue his monologue.

Danny: ”I have all the technical skills of the greatest wrestlers around. I’m better then people like Senator, Taylor and Hughes with my in-ring honour and my mat grace and my high-impact moves that can knock blood out of a stone. As far as entertainment value goes, I draw more ratings in a single week then people like Torak or Ross Lambert did in a month. My High-Flying, my brilliance, my innovative matches and moves, my street-talk, my in-ring perfection. I AM the total package, ACW’s “Divine Message”. I’m the damn best and quite frankly I’m fuelled with the petrol of God, Relentless and I’m angry and violent. I’ve got Mei-Feng Shinoda, the crafty little she-devil with me and ready to do whatever it takes to help me to win and that in itself is another reason why I’m so damn awesome. I have a fine ass girlfriend who will do ANYTHING for me. Later tonight she’s going on a trip all the way to pleasure town and after I’m done she won’t be able to walk for a fucking week…

Danny smirks at this last line, because he’s dragging The King & Queen of Vegas’ sex life out on the air but this only helps to boost his moon-sized ego. Danny then continues with his rant.

Danny: ”So… I have all the tools and skills. What does Mr. Wayde Russler have? He has a drunken whor-… cousin that rides him every night after the ACW shows finished. If it were up to me I’d officially rule The Southern States as a different part of America because some of the things that those big-chin boys on fields get up to is an abomination in the name of God. Now, I’ll admit if I had the opportunity with his cousin. I WOULD hit that if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d be following in the foot steps of Wayde Russler which inevitably is going BACKWARDS. Wayde, in a matter of moments I’m going to take you out to that ring and I’m going to shatter your arm until you SCREAM for mercy. You won’t know what’s hit you when I, King of Vegas Danny Mainer have given you The Reapers Touch and you can barely breath. Wayde… the crude morons like you that do undesirable things in the family are the people that NEED to be lined up against the wall and shot. Wayde… be ready for the show tonight as you’re going to be the bit-part that makes me look even better then I normally do after I kick your fat ass all over the ring. I’m going to make you tap out and THAT is a King’s Oath baby… a King’s Oath. I’ve done it once and I’ll DO IT AGAIN.

Danny and ANTHRAX storm off camera without another word, Danny and ANTHRAX pad across the floor storming through the curtain as all that can be heard playing is “Go Crazy” by Armand Van Helden. Danny steps out of the curtain and into the spot-light as we draw to a fade.

[BK London]

[glow=red,2,300]Episode 3: Coming back to down reality [/glow]Credit: Jon Taylor

The scene opens with a shot of Charlotte King in the backstage area. It is right at the beginning of the show and as such no cheering is audible backstage yet from the craz-- wonderful fans. King looks visibly pissed...as always...but somehow she looks EVEN MORE pissed off than usual. God help us. Her head looks like it is about to explode while her eyeballs look about to pop out of their sockets. She is pacing around on the spot and appears to be muttering to herself. Well, I guess she's finally cracked, hasn't she?

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU LOU?!

Well it appears so, since she is talking to...herself?

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: God damn it! Where the fuck is he!

King looks ready to stab someone...in the heart. Some random generic guy can be seen approaching King; he has a T-Shirt with "ACW Staff" on. He seems a little hesitant as he reaches King, and who wouldn't? She's friggin' psycho!

Don Roberts | ACW Backstage Staff: Sorry, Miss King - there's no sight of him.

King looks at the guy like he is stupid.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: No freaking way? Tell me something I don't know!

Roberts looks hesitant.

Don Roberts | ACW Backstage Staff: Should we send for another cameraman, Miss King?

King looks at Roberts with shock.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: No! He'll get here...if he doesn't i'll rip his testicles off.

Roberts squints.

Don Roberts | ACW Backstage Staff: Ouch. I guess, we'll just have to play the waiting game, huh?

King looks surprised.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: We? No. I can - you can go back to whatever you were doing before.

Roberts looks disappointed.

Don Roberts | ACW Backstage Staff: Aw....c'mon, Miss King - let me wait with you.

King looks livid as Roberts has a smile on his face.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Get OUT of my sight before I do to you what I said i'd do to Lou if he didn't turn up.

Roberts squints again, and decides to obey King this time.

Don Roberts | ACW Backstage Staff: Message received, Miss King....see you around?

King gives Roberts a dirty look (and not in the good way) as he hastens his exit. The scene ends as King can still be seen anxiously/lividly waiting for Lou to turn up.


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The scene changes - thank god. This time it isn't even in the arena, it appears to be just outside it. The area seems to be quiet...however that doesn't last long as a car appears out of nowhere - travelling at a considerable speed and fast approaching the ACW arena. As the car reaches the turning for the ACW arena car park the person in the car slams on the breaks and shapely turns into the car park. The car heads into the nearest space possible and slams to a halt. The driver gets out, he looks a bit tatty and has black hair - it's Lou! He dashes towards the boot of his car and quickly opens it. He grabs for something inside...he pulls it out and it turns out to be his camera bag...well he is a cameraman after all! Lou slams the boot of the car down and locks the car. He slings the bag over his shoulder and breaks into a sprint in the direction of the ACW arena. A short while passes and Lou enters the arena - breathing heavily of course. Someone needs more exercise! He continues sprinting...well jogging...towards his destination some random guy asks where he's been...ah yes Roberts that’s who that bloke was! Lou of course, ignores the idio-- nice man and carries on. He turns the corner and suddenly stops for no apparent reason...oh wait there is a reason...KING IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! Lou looks a bit scared/hesitant/timid in approaching King who has spotted Lou and broken into a brisk walk in Lou's direction. Poor Lou, will he keep his testicles or not? Find out....NOW!

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: And where the hell have you been, Lou? Huh!

Lou like the brave soul he is stands strong and fights fire with fire!

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: The question is Charlotte...WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HUH!

And that may just have been the deciding factor in losing your testicles, Lou. Unlucky. King's pissed off level appears to have reached overload.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE PAST WHAT, 45 MINUTES WAITING FOR YOUR SORRY ASS TO APPEAR HERE!

Lou seems to have seen the error in his ways.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Oh. In that case, I'm deeply sorry for my lateness.

King doesn't appear to be happy with this response.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: And may I know what caused your lateness and forced me to CANCEL interviews I have been after for WEEKS!

Lou seems to be searching for a valid excuse.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I may have just slept through my alarm clock.

King looks confused and livid at the same time.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: How the hell do you sleep through an alarm clock?!

As Lou turns away, King notices something about his eye. Before King can say something however, Lou replies to her question/demand.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: By not waking up?

As a smirk appears on the increasingly courageous face of Lou, surprisingly the bark of King is not heard once more.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: What did you do to your eye? I don't remember you having a black eye the last show.

Lou looks a bit shifty and seemingly unwilling to reply.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Um...I walked into a door.

King doesn't looked convinced.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: You expect me to believe that crap?

Lou nods.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Well it is the truth...you can laugh if you want - I don't care.

Lou pauses.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Now shouldn't we like be doing our job, since I believe we are late already?

Pissed off King looks to have returned.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Do I have to remind you WHO'S fault it was again? [Lou shakes his head] Good. Now follow me; we have an interview scheduled in 10 minutes time.

Lou grins at his success in changing the subject, King breaks into a brisk walk and Lou like a good bitc-- cameraman follows. The scene ends with King telling Lou hurry the hell up.

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The scene changes once again - though it is still the backstage area. A short while has passed, 5 minutes or so and King can be seen still briskly walking and Lou can be still be seen following her. One can only assume that they are heading to an interview. As King quickens her pace in an effort to reach their destination on time Lou stops. A sound is coming from his trouser pocket. It is the ring tone of a cell phone. King notices that Lou has stopped and turns around to ask what the problem is.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: What's the problem?

Lou can be seen struggling to turn the phone off.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Erm...it's my cell phone. Mind if I answer it?

King doesn't look pleased.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Ask the person to call back later or something...we have an interview to get to.

Lou looks a bit uncertain on what to do. He takes the phone out of his pocket to see who is calling.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Sorry...but I really should answer this, it could be important.

King sighs.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: What's so important that it can't wait 30 minutes?

Lou searches for an excuse while King looks at him suspiciously.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Um...it's just something to do with some issues to do with house...

King looks less than happy.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Fine, but make it QUICK.

Lou breathes a sigh of relief.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Thanks, i'll catch up with you in a mo.

As King walks away continuing towards where they were heading Lou presses a button on his phone to answer it and lifts it to next to his right ear.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Hey there, what's up?

Vince Griffin | The Trainer Hello there, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.

Lou seems to have perked up a bit now that King has gone. Not a surprise though, is it?

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Don't worry, you actually managed to stop King from biting my ass..again.

Griffin laughs.

Vince Griffin | The Trainer She sure is a feisty one, from what ya told me.

Lou sighs.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: You could say that...

Vince Griffin | The Trainer Oh, by the way, sorry about that black eye of yours - I musta mis-timed the clothesline...the reflexes weren't what they once were!

Lou laughs, while Griffin sounds a bit embarrassed.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Ha, don't worry about it! So, what did you want to talk to me about?

Vince Griffin | The Trainer Ah, yes - I almost forgot for a minute! I got a phone call from a local wrestling promoter looking for some talent for an upcoming show...and since ya've been doing so well I thought ya might be up for it! What do ya think about it?

Lou stays silent for a moment and two, comtemplating his response.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Do you really think I'm ready for it? I haven't been training too long...

Vince Griffin | The Trainer It's not always about the amount ya've trained, Lou. Ya've got the heart for it and in some cases that's what matters most. Plus, we can do more training no problem, if that's what ya worried about.

Lou seems to be slowly being persuaded.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Sure, why not?! It can't be that bad.

Vince Griffin | The Trainer That's the spirit, Lou! Well, I best be letting the man know before he books someone else. I'll see ya tomorrow I presume?

Lou is now beaming.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Without a doubt.

Vince Griffin | The Trainer Great, well good luck with ya show, hope she ain't too hard on ya today.

Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Oh, she will be. But, hey I can handle it. Bye.

As Griffin hangs up Lou takes the phone away from his ear and switches it off. He slips it back into his pocket before heading in the direction of King with a big smile on his face.

End.
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[BK London]

OTA Segment: Your Fortune Doesn't Interest Me Part 3: The End...? (Credit: Chef)

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008. 3:45 PM EST.

Instead of starting today inside the apartment of Thunder Train, where we would see his daily routine again, lets start off today with Thunder Train inside of his black, Jeep Commander (First vehicle that came to mind <_<) He seems to have a worried look on his face as he speeds down the street. Up ahead of him a streetlight changes from green to yellow, knowing he only has a few seconds left before the light changes again, Thunder Train floors it. He zooms by several other cars and manages to just sneak by the light. He sighs in relief and reduces his speed back to the speed limit of the road. However, he celebrates too soon as a police officer saw what he had done and turns on the lights atop his cruiser. Thunder Train hears sirens behind him and looks in his rear view mirror to see whats causing it. He sees the cop car behind him and gets an angry expression on his face and pulls to the side of the road. An older looking, somewhat overweight officer steps out of his cruiser and walks towards the Jeep, and does the usual "License and registration deal"

Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?

Thunder Train: No officer, I do not know the reason.

Officer: Well, I caught you going 75 in a 40. Whats the hurry boy?

Thunder Train: I'm in a bit of a hurry to get somewhere thats very important.

Officer: Did someone die?

Thunder Train: No, I just gotta go to an appointment

Officer: So, this appointment must be so important that you endangered the lives of innocent people?

Thunder Train: No officer, its just....just I'm late

Officer: Well, I got to give you a ticket anyway.

The officer pulls out a pad full of tickets and writes something down on it then rips it off and gives it to Thunder Train. Thunder Train reluctantly takes it and rolls up his window and drives off. He goes down the road hes currently on then takes a right turn. He pulls into a parking lot then exits the jeep and locks it up. He walks inside and meets the secretary.

Thunder Train: Yeah, I'm here to see a Dr. No....

Secretary: Ah yes...you must be Mr. Train.

Thunder Train: Yeah, is he in?

Secretary: Yes, right through that door.

The lady points to her left to a door thats a bit cracked open. Thunder Train thanks the lady and walks towards the door. He slowly pushes it open and enters the room. The room is a calming green color. Across from the door there is a big desk with a chair that is turned away form him facing a giant wall full of degrees and awards. A little in front of the desk there is a big couch.

Thunder Train: Hello, is anyone in here?

?: Yes, I am. Who are you?

Thunder Train: Thunder Train, I'm here to see a Dr. No

?: That would be me. Please take a rest on the couch, your journey has been a long one, yest?

Thunder Train: No, not really, I live like a few blocks away...

Dr. No: Oh....well in that case, never mind....*Ahem* Now tell me Train, why are you here?

Thunder Train: Well, this guy has been following me with a bunch of fortune cookies for some reason. He keeps appearing everywhere I go. Am I crazy?

Dr. No: Hmm....maybe this man is trying to reach you in some way. How does that make you feel?

Thunder Train: To be honest, it scares me a bit. I don't know what this guy wants or why he wants to talk to me.

Dr. No: Hmm....go on....

Thunder Train: What am I going to do about this? I thought about calling the authorities but they will just think I'm crazy. And I can't punch the guy, cause hes an old man.

Dr. No: Hmm....go on....

Thunder Train: Ya know, the whole point of this is you giving me some advice on how to solve my problems thats what you shrinks are for!

Dr. No: How dare you insult me! I'll have you know I have been analyzing what you've said and I have results.

Thunder Train: Oh yeah? Well prove it!

Dr. No: Umm...uhh....That won't be necessary....

Thunder Train walks up to the man and grabs the pad of paper. He looks at it with confusion.

Thunder Train: What is this? Were you just playing Tic Tac Toe by yourself?

He flips the pad of paper to the next page and it reads:

Fortune:
Your worst nightmare will come true.

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Thunder Train then looks up at the man and he face goes blank as its the old man from before.[/i]

Thunder Train: What...how?......WHO ARE YOU?

Old Man (Dr. No): Listen Train, what I'm about to tell you is going to shock you a lot. So I suggest you sit down again....

Thunder Train sits down and the Old Man begins to explain his story, however, this is where we will leave you today. What does this old man know that will shock Thunder Train? Can Thunder Train finally learn about who this man is? Will Chef always win at Brawl? Maybe, maybe and HELL YEAH!

End....

[BK London]

Unlikely Allies (credit: Red)

The camera flashes into the locker room area. It stops on Bo Diaz walking in and stopping behind Gabriel Peters. Gabriel turns to notice Bo standing behind him. Both men tense up and ball their hands into fists. They stand nose to nose for a moment before Bo finally takes a step back.

Gabriel: What the hell are you doing in here?

Bo: I came to have a word with you. Look I'm not here to fight with you. Not yet anyways.

Gabriel: Give me one reason why I should listen to your stupid ass.

Bo: We may only have one thing in common.

Gabriel: I would be shocked if we even have that.

Bo: We do. We both despise Mr. Red. The two of us want him finished.

Gabriel: I thought he was your friend. I know I hate his ass. But what the hell is your reasoning?

Bo: Cause the bastard has gone soft. That bitch he is with has turned him into something he never used to be. He used to be a hard, badass dude that everyone feared. Now he is some chick that has a whip on his ass.

Gabriel and Bo both share a chuckle at Bo's last comment.

Gabriel: Look, this doesn't change my hatred towards you for your assistance in the murder of my father but I can try to put that aside for a second to take out Mr. Red.

Bo sticks his hand out to Peters. Gabriel stares at it for a moment and hesitantly sticks his hand out to shake it. Bo nods and starts to pull away but is pulled back in by Gabriel.

Gabriel: Keep on thing in mind. I wouldn't trust me. You must always watch your back. I still hate your guts and am looking to take you out as well when I get a decent opportunity.

Bo stares at Peters for a moment before jerking his hand out of the grip of Peters. He backs out of the locker room, not removing his eyes from Gabriel as he leaves.

FADE OUT.

[BK London]

Match 1: Wayde Russler vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Danny Mainer)

BACK-STORY:
These two have a rivalry which has been going on for a few weeks with wealthy and exciting superstar Danny Mainer having hatred towards the immensely popular southern drinker, Wayde Russler. Wayde didn’t seem to care for Danny until he started saying things about him behind his back to (the now missing) Chris LaMarr. Danny then had a match with Wayde to determined the stipulation for their match at “Bloody Valentine”, the February Pay-Per-View of Alpha Championship Wrestling.

Wayde picked up the win meaning it would be a Texas Bullrope Match as opposed to Danny Mainer’s choice of a Submission match. Wayde picked up the win controversially after Bobby-Jo, Wayde’s cousin interfered playing the clip of Wayde & Danny’s supposed ex, Mei Feng Shinoda kissing. Distracted, Wayde managed to get the win over Danny.

Danny and Wayde then faced off in the Bullrope match where it looked as if Wayde was about to pick up the win but Mr. 500% Thunderkiss interfered. TK, one of 3 challengers to the world title in the main event made an appearance to help out Danny by smashing Wayde in the head with a steel chair seemingly by accident but after hitting a Heaven’s Door and dragging Danny to the corner allowing him to score the win TK and Danny’s alliance was confirmed.

After the match, Wayde’s (apparent) girlfriend Mei-Feng Shinoda (Mainer’s ex) turned on Wayde seemingly trying to stop TK hitting another Heaven’s Door but then dropping to one knee letting TK drop Wayde onto her knee hurting him even more. Since then, the two (Danny & Wayde) haven’t faced until now. Since last time though Danny has gained the services of new bodyguard ANTHRAX and seems confident in his protection abilities after he managed to defeat and pin former Paragon of Chaos Ring-Giant, Kenji Zakahashi in a parking lot brawl. Now, Danny Mainer and Wayde face off in a conclusion match to end this 1-1 score once and for all. Who will win? Find out.

MATCH-START:
This match started off fairly simple. Wayde got a pretty big pop when he made his entrance but the roof was damn near blown off with heel heat when Danny stepped out of the curtain after just doing that monologue. The match started with Wayde and Danny trying to start off with their own styles. Whenever Wayde tried to punch Danny he’d counter into an Armbar of some sort, Danny would attempt headlocks but Wayde would throw elbows. The two put on a clinic of chain-wrestling to begin with, Wayde consistently hitting elbows and knees to throw off of Danny while Danny would constantly hit armbars of some kind. The match really got underway after Wayde hit a powerful Vertical Suplex. Wayde hit a Stalling Backdrop Suplex which made Danny land on his back pretty harshly. The crowd marked out for a big Mongolian Chop followed by an Armwrench Shoulder Block. Danny regained the advantage going into mid-match after hitting a ManBearPlex after a failed attempt at a Clothesline.

MATCH-MID:
Danny Mainer used a lot of effort but managed to hit a HUGE Tiger Bomb only garerning a 2 count. He then picked him up and hit his first Cross Armbreaker of the night doing light damage to his arm. Mr. Russler powered out of it though. He tried to hit a Vertical Suplex but Danny slipped off the black hitting an Arm Drag which got Russler onto the floor followed by a VERY deadly Loanshark Style Collection driving his knee with full force into that twisted arm before snapping in another Cross Armbreaker torquing the arm quite badly this time around. Danny’s weakening method of the arm went even further his way after a missed corner spear attempt ended up with Wayde being driven shoulder first into the ringpost. Danny did a Sunset Flip pin but broke the pin immediately while Russler pushed up onto his hands and knees. Danny hits another Loanshark Style Collection smashing his arm even further before hitting a Wrist Lock Elbow Smash. Wayde sealed back advantage going into the end of the match hitting repeated clubbing blows to the head getting the crowd behind him. The mid of the match was marked by a HUGE Running Double Leg Tackle followed by a big boot into the corne.r

MATCH-END:
Danny stumbles out of the corner dazed and confused as Wayde hits a devastating Spinebuster. Wayde hits a Cactusline followed by a HUGE rebel yell which gets a mark-out from his fans. Wayde then pulls Danny up to his feet hoisting him up for a Bear-Hug but Danny smashes his elbow into the back of Wayde’s neck making him turn around in a groggy stupor. Danny jumps on his back locking in a Full Nelson wrapping his legs around the waist of Wayde but he then converts it into Interrogation 101: Joint Manipulation. Yelling out in pain, Wayde looks like he came close to a verbal submission but Danny broke it just in time before hitting an Arm Wringler Flip before picking him up positioning himself behind Wayde. Danny was about to hit a forearm to the back of the head but Wayde hit a blind kick catching him in the gut. Wayde quickly spins around realizing he’s connecting going to hit The Binge Trauma but Danny in a move of INCREDIBLE quick wits pulls out and spears Wayde running him backwards skewering him in the turnbuckle. Danny pulls out and hits a quick knee to the gut before jumping up hitting 10 decisive blows to the temple of Wayde Russler, Danny jumps back allowing Wayde to stumble groggily out the corner, climbing the top rope he then LEAPS off for a HUGE Bladers Sunrise drilling Wayde head first into the mat and before he knows it he’s snapping in The Vegas Vice cranking up all the pressure. Wayde lasts about 5 seconds before tapping out repeatedly on the leg of Danny. The bell rings as Danny is awarded the victory VIA Submission.

WINNER: Danny Mainer VIA Vegas Vice (14:59)

[BK London]

Segment: Choked (Credit: Flamingo)

Mickey walked through the hallways of the ACW arena feeling incredibly alone, but it was a sensation that he was bitterly growing accustomed to. Although Gingerdude welcomed the Flamingo family to attend ACW events whenever they liked, Mickey didn’t want to and it was too much trouble to bring Adrian these days. So, once every two weeks, Mickey would make the long drive to the arena by himself to pick up their “please don’t sue us” checks from the ACW office. When Mickey got there, he didn’t waste time chatting with anyone or finding out what’s going on. In fact, as he tugged on the collar of his black leather jacket, he had already had their checks in hand and was heading out the door.

In his other hand was a half-empty can of Miller Lite, but that soon was awkwardly repositioned when a digitized rendition of “Smooth” by Santana buzzed from his inner coat pocket. Mickey knew from the ringtone alone that it was the only lady he could ever love on the line. Juvia, god probably broke the mold when he made her… she was a big girl after all. She was about 230 lbs, 5’9”, and she was all about some Mickey Flamingo. Certainly Juvia could cheer him up.

Mickey: Juvia, baby! How’s Mickey’s favorite senerita? Wait wait wait… who was at the hoocha show?

Mickey’s face lost whatever color it had left.

Mickey: Who did he talk to?

Mickey almost dropped the phone right then and there, but his beer can wasn’t as lucky.

Mickey: Darlin’, I gotta get goin’. Thank yew for callin, hun. I owe yew a Kerona.

With that, Mickey ended the call and took off down the hallway to see the last person he wanted to see.

[BK London]

Segment: Hitchhikers guide to...WHEEL OF FORTUNE! (Credit: FSX)

A collection of combustible elements. There are times that you just can't help but do anything and everything in your power to collect things that just shouldn't be placed together. Whether it be something as innocent as placing mentos in diet coke, of something a bit more evil as placing cocaine in mentos, there is always cause of danger and disaster when these things come together. Usually the reason for such horrific chemicals and devices to come together as one is to simply create a bomb, and a weapon intent on killing others. On other occasions it is so the paparazzi have something to point and laugh at well a horrible seizure is taking place. Either way, there is always a deep meaning and importance to those that put themselves at risk with these things. Sometimes things work out the way they are planned too, but more often then not disaster is all we find and see. It's truly unfortunate that such a risk is necessary to make a horrible creation of evil, isn't it? Either way, it won't stop people from trying to bring combustible elements together and using them for whatever reason that they see fit! Seeing that ACW is clearly involved with what may very well be a bomb to end it all, there must be a much more ridiculous and pointless reason behind it all! Uh oh!

And of course, there is! The first hint one would get to this is that a grinning Fallen Souls is the first thing to be spotted. He has one of those smiles that just screams he's up to something he shouldn't be, and no one has taught him better! At the moment, however, he seems to just be by himself and mostly minding his own business as he is driving, probably to ACW arena for the show. This seems far too simple and normal for FSX....something must be wrong! As he just smiles and hums a tune to himself, he suddenly jumps excitedly in his seat and pulls over to the side of the road as he spots a hitchhiker. The man seems to be quite grubby and dirty, maybe even a drifter! Could Fallen be hankering for a stabbing? As he rolls down his window for the paranoid and possibly homeless hitchhiker, he only can giggle and wave for him to get in the car.

FSX: Finally! The perfect hitchhiker!

...What? The man doesn't even feel the need to say anything as he stares at Fallen in confusion, before making his way into the car regardless, the door locking when he closes it and Fallen speeding off.

FSX: I've finally collected them all! I'm the best!

Hitchy the Hitchhiker: What are you talking about..? Silence, gigantic rice man! You can't take my baby, because it's invisible and lodged in my brain!

FSX: And he's the perfect crazy person, too! This is so awesome! Everything is finally going my way!

Hitchy: I ain't no pocket monster! GOTTA CATCH EM ALL, POKEMON SHENANIGANS! I ain't one!

FSX: Yeah, because you look alot like a bulbasaur.

Hitchy: What?!

FSX: Your going to be my Mos Def!

There was an awkward silence for a few moments after that, the man looking back and forth paranoid as he seemed to ponder how badly he would be hurt if he jumped out. Deciding against jumping to his death for the moment, the man that was just dubbed as Mos Def lept into the air as he heard a pounding and muffled cries from the trunk. This just isn't going to end well...

Mos Def: Who's in the compaction box?! Ghosts are inside my dead friends!

FSX: That's just my robot.

Mos Def: What are you talking about, future man? Go back to the land of 88 miles per hour and leave me to my boxing salmon business! I don't want no future talk from you!

FSX: No worry, Mos! We'll be at the site in a minute or two, and then you can do what I need you two for everything to go as planned!

Mos Def: Aliens can't be taking me! I need to get my husband to stop hitting on my wife!

FSX: You can deal with your silly imaginary problems later! I have a decision to make!

Robots, references, and babies inside of people. This sure is going well so far! What crazy and demented scheme does Fallen have in mind for this presumably innocent homeless man? Could he be using him for spare parts to make a monster that does his weekend shopping for him?! OH NO! Well, it seems we're about to find out anyway as Fallen pulls into a small lot that's conveniently across the street from the ACW arena and has a giant wheel in it.

Mos Def: Why you takin' me here, Captain Crunch? I don't want any sugar brigade if their isn't any bowl! I thought you were taking me to the hospital so I could get my thumb looked at! I think it's infected with gingivitis!

FSX: Yes, yes. I get it. You make stupid and insane rambling that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Mos Def: THUNDERGY IS MADE OF PEOPLE!!

Oh, a homeless man has just burned FSX. Nice. Clearly embarrassed and grumbling at the situation that presents itself, Fallen swings open his door much less enthusiastically and goes to pop his trunk. Mos Def the hilarious hobo simply sits in the car for a moment, before hoping out and going to look at the giant wheel that they were clearly there for. Taking a look at it for a moment, it isn't long before he drops to his knees and begins to bury his face into it.

Mos Def: Oh how the world spins round and round and round!

FSX: It's not for spinning the world! It's a special game wheel!

Taking a closer look at it one may realize that it is indeed a game wheel, and one that resembles the kind known on the best syndicated prime time game show about large wheels and solving puzzles, Wheel of Fortune! As that is realized, it's also realized the the tied up and crying 'robot' happens to be Vanna White! What a twist!

FSX: I didn't know what to do for Genocide, so I decided this was the best way to pick. But it's also more fun with a Sci-Fi twist, so I got Marvin the Paranoid Robot here! Think people will get the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy reference?

Mos Def: Maybe.

FSX: Oh...well, if not she doubles as Vanna White!

Mos Def: That's the woman from the tiny box of people I see when I close my eyes! She escaped!!

FSX: ...Riiight, well you can put her back in your eyes after you spin the big wheel of things I should do with time leading up to Genocide! Fallen Heroes training or International Title things, mostly!

As Vanna White struggles futilely to escape her mad and insane captors, Fallen tosses her over to the homeless man known as Mos Def, well he ponders the situation. After a few moments of what could only be called an odd and disgruntled train of thought, he nodded once and gave the wheel a big spin.

FSX: Come on!! Big money, big money!

Mos Def: Giant money?! It's coming to get us from the guvvament! We're doomed!

Beginning to run around in circles in obvious fear and fright, Mos Def drops to his knees above the bound and gagged form of Vanna White as he hugged onto her tightly...before trying to insert her in his eye, anyway. Meanwhile, the wheel was finally coming to a stop, as the spinning slowed down and Fallen is.......BANKRUPT! OH NO! WEOWOOO....or whatever the Wheel of Fortune sound is.

FSX: DAMN IT! Why does my debt come back to haunt me everywhere?! Okay, okay, one more spin and I'm done with this!

Spinning the wheel himself this time and effectively making the homeless man and Vanna White pretty much pointless to the situation now, seeing as they had both miraculously disappeared into the screams of the moonlight anyway ...screams? Oh well, poor Vanna. Anyway, the wheel once again came to a sudden and halting stop, though this time on something that Fallen may actually be able to use!

'Delay your Fallen Heroes training until you've dealt with Genocide, and hold a fabulous number one contenders match on Warfare to decide your opponent!'

FSX: Well! Since the wheel told me to do it, I have too! I'm glad I put so much thought into the wacky and illogical ways I can make a decision! Oh well! Off to work!

As Sirens are heard off in the far distance now and loud gunshots are heard blaring through the sky, Fallen decides this is the perfect time to 'casually' make his way back to his car in a mad sprint and return to the ACW arena. Who would want to be seen with a giant and clearly plagiarized wheel, after all? Seeing how Fallen makes his important decisions sure is mind blowing, but has the wheel directed him in a effective and reasonable fashion? Will Fallen go on to have one hell of a match at Genocide? Does this count as a wrestling-related piece of television? That's up to the fanbase to decide! I'd say yes!


...Agree with me, damn it!


Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment “Drizzt Do'Urden” Credit: Nick Durden / T-Kiss

[The last few weeks have not been fun for Nick Durden. After returning back into the spotlight of professional wrestling, he expected that he would be having the time of his life once again, but all thanks to one man those dreams have not been achieved. Putting his faith in TK (He is the World Champ, after all), Durden had hoped to receive some assistance to become even a brighter star than he was before. Thus far the only thing TK has done for him is to get him laughed out of the building on two separate occasions and he has had enough. Avoiding TK like the plague tonight, he has hidden himself away in his own locker room. Unfortunately for Nick, he is about to learn the hard way that one does not hide from Thunderkiss, not in this building.]

Thunderkiss: Knock, knock.

Nick Durden *startled*: What the deuce?! How in the blazes did you get in here?

TK *interrupting*: Now, I know what you’re going to say -

Nick *interrupting*: Then I guess I won't have to waste my breath with "GET THE HELL OUT!"

TK: Uh, well, you just said it anyway.

Nick: Glad we're on the same page. Now kindly leave!

TK: I will, but not after you hear me out first!

Nick: Well, to that, I doubt I have any recourse.

TK: Well, unless you want to actually try to physically push me out the door, and honestly Nick, I don’t think either us really wants that.

Nick *sighing*: Would you be happy with just a moment of my time?

TK: Totally.

Nick: You’re on the clock.

TK: Alright look - I’m sorry I tried to trick you with the whole Pedobear thing. I thought the whole idea was gold but I knew you wouldn’t go along with it if I said “oh hey Durden, you’re going to be Pedobear now!” Now I am just as honest as I am awesome, and I’ll be the first to admit that I have gone zero for two in the good idea department. I know it seems like an impossibility for me to have two bad ideas back to back, but like they say, the third time is a charm. Durden, I have devised the perfect remake for you that will absolutely give all I have promised to you. There will be no surprises this time around Nick. No boxes to open or surprise outfits hanging in my locker room bathroom. Now I ask .... are you ready?

Nick: Clock's still ticking, champ

TK: I’ll pretend you said yes.

[TK reaches down into a duffle bag that rests at his feet and pulls out a long black body suit with tribal tattoos scratched into it. At first glace Durden can tell this get up is completely unique in comparison to the last two. It certainly has much more of a harder edge to it, a more serious edge to be exact. His interest is teased.]

Nick: What’s that?

TK: Nick, I give to you your future! Behold the dark elf - Drizzt Do'Urden!

[TK raises the costume in the air for Durden to see in its entirety. Durden eyes it from top to bottom, bottom to top and actually approves of what he is sees.]

Nick: I'm assuming there's a mask to go with this get-up.

TK: No mask! Only face paint.

Nick: Yeah, I figured you'd want something to be obscuring the best part of me.

TK: How can you be a dark elf if you aren’t dark? Anyway, this isn’t something I just made up Durden, oh no. This is an actually guy from Dungeons and Dragons. The moment I saw his name I was like, no way! Durden? Du'Urden? Coincidence? I think not! So what do you say? Want to try it on?

[Like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, Thunderkiss offers Durden the apple in the form of yet another gimmick. At first he thinks twice about it, but just like the first man & woman, he too gets bitten with temptation.]

Nick: Well...I guess the outfit doesn't look terribly ridiculous.

TK: You’ll never regret this.

Nick: Yeah, don't jinx yourself.

[The Champ bends down, grabs the duffle bag and then tosses it into Durden’s hands. With both a wink and a thumbs up, TK leaves Durden’s room to give him privacy so that he can change. Outside, TK engages in small talk with the ACW staff while he waits for Durden’s transformation, his eye batting over to Nick’s doorway every few seconds out of anticipation. When the fateful moment arrives, Thunderkiss stops dead in his tracks and stares at Durden’s doorway, his jaw dropped completely to the floor. Out steps Durden, dressed completely in black and shrouded from the light with a cloak of the same color. In both hands he bears swords, not real of course, but effective enough to make all those in eye sight take a few steps back.]

Nick: You know, this actually isn’t so bad. I actually look pretty bad ass.

TK: Ah, I think my work here is done!

[TK walks up to Nick with a handshake and a smile. Durden reciprocates the gesture.]

TK: I have one last surprise for you Nick. The moment you walk out into that arena you will experience your newfound stardom first hand - but why wait?

[TK makes a signal toward the end of the hallway where Leeroy Jenkins stands. Upon seeing it, Leeroy takes a few steps back and motions towards unknown persons that are just out of view behind the corner. Seconds later, the noise of a large group running can be heard.]

Nick: What the bollocks?

TK: Nick, I give to you your new FANS! Enjoy!

[TK backs up and gets the hell of Dodge just as the approaching horror comes into view. Eyes wide open in terror, Durden sees about four dozen intimidating, brawny black men. We're talking Ving Rhames and Michael Clarke Duncan all rolled up into one brawny. Their eyes dart immediately toward the everyday, ordinary face paint smeared across Nick's face. Unfortunately for Nick, it is no ordinary face paint. It is but the damning blackface!]

Black Dude: Motherfucker...

[Nick is unable to get back into his locker room in time, and the black dudes begin to rip into him in their frenzy, relentlessly pounding him into a drowy pulp.]

Nick: *screaming*: TK!! TK HELLLLLP!

POW!

TK *laughing*: Make sure to sign a few autographs as well, crackerjack!

POW!

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: My First Show With Them

Credit: A.Starr

The scene fades into the Entourage Locker Room, as the Golden Trio sits in heavy discussion. The Golden Trio of course being Andrew Starr, PJ Mills, and Ashlei Phen. Mills and Starr are positioned across from eachother, with Phen in the latters lap. Starr has just gotten done explaining his situation with Red, and his plans for both the Former Entertainment Champion and tonight for Jason Freeman.

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Mills: So, this Red character seems like he'll be fun to beat once more, and its nice that it will correspond with how our Mariners mutilated his Reds last year. Of course, we can worry about him later. Tonight, you get this Jason Freeman fellow. Whats the deal with him?

Starr shifts his weight a bit, and Ashlei falls between his legs, onto the bench. She leans back and Starr continues into the story of Freeman.

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Starr: Well, for starters, he's quite the traitor. He left the Senatorial Stable and came to Entourage. After we got bored of him, he took the hint and left Raj to go back to the Senatorial Stable. Since then, he hasnt done much more. Except beat me once before Bloody Valentine. I still havent gotten my revenge for that. In fact, thats what tonights about. I plan on taking Freeman out, decisively.

Ashlei looks up, and innocently asks a question that could yield some odd results.

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Ashlei: This is all great Andrew, but theres one thing thats bothering me. I havent seen the rest of Entourage yet, havent met them or anything. Why havent you guys been hanging out much?

Starr looks down at his girlfriend, a bit taken aback. He opens his mouth to give a quick reply, but stops short. She was right. Since the show after Bloody Valentine, The Raj hasnt done much of anything together. He furrows his brow, thinking on the situation. After a couple moments of thought, Starr finally speaks on the question.

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Starr: We've all been busy with our different things. Teeks is going through all his hassles with being the World Champ. Zeros still injured, and that big loaf Limelight isnt on our favourites list. Mainer, Richmond, and T-Train are also swamped with training and the parts of wrestling that take time. To be perfectly honest, the group hasnt been the same since TK and myself won our championship belts. We seem to have drifted apart. But, Ashlei, I promise I'll get the guys together so you can meet them.

Starr gives a good sized grin to comfort Ashlei, but even she can feel the concern in Andrew's voice. Deciding not to push the issue any farther for now, Ashlei returns to tonights match.

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Ashlei: So this Freeman guy just jumps ship back and forth between Raj and their adversaries? Sounds like a class act douche to me.

Before Starr is given a chance to answer, there is a heavy knock on the door, and a deep voice resonates into the room.

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Starr, its almost time for your match, we need you at the entrance ramp.

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Slightly disheartened at not being able to verbally decimate his opponent tonight, Starr gets to his feet, helping Ashlei up. Mills also arises, and hands Starr the Entertainment Title that on display in the locker room.

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Starr: Thanks man, now lets go out there and show Freeman just how big of a douche he is.

With both Ashlei and PJ in agreeance, the Trio exits the room, heading for the entrance ramp.

Several questions remain unanswered, and some unasked. Stuff like: "Whats Starr's plan for tonight?" and "Interestingly enough, when ARE the memebers of Raj going to be even in the same room again?"

And of course, Who's on first?

Ok, maybe not so much the last one, but we can ask it anyways.

Oh right, heres where I fade to black. I'll find it even--

End Segment[/i]

[BK London]

Match 2: Jason Freeman vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: Blaine Stone)

This match promises to be a styles clash to say the least. The Senatorial Stable vs The Entourage. The Doors vs Children of Bodom. New York vs Cali. Finesse vs No clear Move-set. Okay, time for the match. The bell sounds, and both men meet in the middle of the ring. Freeman looks for a lock-up, but Starr channels the spirit of Floyd Mayweather with a asshole move.. and a punch to the face of Freeman that sends the son of Jim Morrison down to the canvas. The referee reprimands Starr because he threw a straight punch, not a forearm shot but a straight, boxing punch! Freeman rolls around on the mat and holds his jaw, yelling at Starr to hit him anywhere but the face. Of course, Starr obliges and instead kicks Freeman in the chest just as he rises up from the canvas before backing Freeman to the ropes and sending him across the ring with an Irish whip, but Freeman comes back.. with a flying BRAIN CHOP square to the temple of Freeman's head. The move staggered Starr, but as soon as Freeman does a kip-up, Starr turns around and channels the spirit of Kudo Yasuda with a flying knee strike to the face of Freeman, knocking him down and sending him rolling underneath the ring. First, Mayweather and now Kudo? Who's Starr going to call on next, RDK?


As Freeman tries to catch a breath and get a closer look at that hot brunette with the nice set of knockers in the front row, Starr climbs out of the ring and stands on the apron, holding his hands in the air together in the double axe position before coming down.. Too bad Freeman turned around just in time to see him coming, allowing Freeman to sidestep him and push Starr chest-first into the guardrail. Freeman pulls the guardrail back, with Starr's body still draped on top of it, before jumping over the guardrail and giving Starr a legdrop to the back, sending both men into front row. With the referee's counting down, Freeman remembers that a win tonight means a potential title shot, so he drags Starr back into the ring and follows him in before going for the first cover of the night. ONE... TWO.. Starr kicks out! Come on, like you seriously believed that would've ended the match. As Starr tries to get back to his feet, Freeman simply pushes him back down by nonchalantly pushing Starr in the face with his boot. Death wish, anyone? Seeing how this does nothing more than piss Starr off, he kneels up and gives Freeman some stiff punches to the gut that rock him until Freeman takes the shortcut and gorges Starr in the eyes. Capitalizing on the momentary blindness, Freeman hoists star up and drops him down with the RAPID INVERTED SUPLEX and then immediately goes into the camel clutch, gorging away at Starr's face as he tries to fight out of the submission.

Surprisingly enough, the fans are chanting for Starr to get up, no doubt because Freeman's attitude has been pissing them off. Regardless, Starr manages to rise back to his feet and grabs Freeman by the hair before flipping him down to the mat. Starr shakes the cobwebs out while Freeman tries to straighten his hair, but in a fit of rage, Freeman rushes at Starr.. only to eat a MOSHPIT SLAM spinebuster! Starr goes for the count. ONE.... TWO... TH-NO! Only two! Starr backs up and readies his right arm, rolling it as he waits for Freeman to get up before running in with the ANDREW STARR LARIAT... but Freeman ducks underneath it and grabs Starr, lifting him up in the Torture Rack position to deliver the Modified Front Pancake.. Starr, however, has other plans and flips out of it, stumbling back a bit. Freeman's quick to plot his next move, bouncing off of the ropes to try to deliver a running GLORY DRIVER, but Starr blocks Freeman's hand and then damn near decapitates Freeman with a stiff ANDREW STARR LARIAT that sends Freeman twisting in the air!! Starr goes for the cover. ONE... TWO... THREE!!!

Bell Rings.

WINNER: ANDREW STARR

[BK London]

Segment: Dreams Deterred (Credit: Lucrezia)

Resting on a lumpy, brown-tipped mound, Cesare follows the bead of sweat dripping down his sister's neck, trailblazing through her cleavage. The drop's journey comes to an unceremonious halt, blocked by the dip where thumb meets index finger. He recognizes the tell-tale rhythmic breathing pattern; Lucreza is in a deep slumber. Cesare imagines his seed as a cleansing agent, a stand-in for her own inept defenses--the product of a life of sexual deviancy. His sap searches out the dark, nasty bits pecking at her heart, plugging the gaping holes where love should be. Cesare blinks. She always falls asleep first. Sleep, however, escapes him. He resigns to scan the locker room from his peculiar vantage point. Perhaps his glazed over stare will see past the mundane. He will see as she sees.

Her signature red dress lies in a tattered mess on the floor. It is a shell of its former splendor. Judging by its frequent exposure to violence, Lucrezia refuses to part with it. She will wear nothing else, save the sky. Cesare conceptualized the infamous attire in his seldom seen sketchbook. Saddled next to his interpretation of Oscar de la Renta 2003 and a Chanel little black dress was his once prized sketch. He swore to give the drawing life. After vigorous sewing lessons and several pricked fingers, he finished the creation deep in a private Vatican conclave. He surprised Lucrezia on her twenty-fifth birthday. There was no need to request her measurements; the curves of her divine figure are forever imprinted in his tactile memory. The dress fit like a second skin. For Lucrezia, there is no better design.

Privately, Cesare disagrees. With some difficulty, he detaches himself from the paste of sweat cementing his lean torso to his sister's used sex. His joints crack in protest when the flats of his feet touch fluffy carpet. He rummages around in his trunk and procures a heavy sketchbook. He thumbs through the pages, regarding each as a precious holy relic. Avant-garde designs threaten to burst from their papyrus restraints; flattering evening gowns light up the darkened room; well-cut business ensembles emanate a subtle masculinity, and even a few heroin-chic looks grace the pages of Cesare's sketchbook, a collection of over 147 designs. Someone taped a correspondance of sorts to the back cover.

"Dear Mr. Cesare Damiano,

Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Parsons, the New School of Design! We reviewed your portfolio and we cannot wait to see you on our campus. Term starts September..."

Cesare tosses the sketchbook over his shoulder and sinks to the floor, brining his knees to his chest. His sister snores puncture his mental torment. Deep as his love is for Lucrezia, he gazes at the cluttered mess flung so callously to the floor and sobs. Her health comes first. Whatever her faults, no one deserves this torment. Design school can wait. His dreams can wait. His father needs him. Hell, God needs him. Remember, idiota? Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.

Sooner or later, though, that excuse will get a little worn.

Fade.

[BK London]

Betrayal

Part Seven: Advice And Criticism

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Credit: Jake Cheng[/center]

8:46 A.M.

So far , today was a regular day in the life of Jake Cheng. He wakes up at the same time, usually between eight and nine o’clock, he’ll turn on Sportscenter and make breakfast. The first meal of the day usually consisted of two eggs and ham with some toast, but occasionally the Quadrinity treats himself with bacon or sausage instead of ham, or maybe even pancakes instead of eggs. Or even all three. Then after, maybe he’ll keep watching Sportscenter, but if they are talking about steroids in baseball or the NFL Draft or hockey, Jake knows he will get way to bored and moves to plan B. Plan B consists of either videos games, cartoons, surfing the web, or simply going back to sleep. Today, Jake has moved to plan X, walking around the apartment looking at the walls, decorated with various pictures, awards and weapons that he has collected over the years due to his martial arts background. Today is not a regular day for Jake Cheng.

Suddenly, his phone vibrates in his pocket. Jake bolts his hand into his pocket to answer the call he has been waiting for.

Jake: Dad!

Huang-Fu: Hello Jake.

Jake: I’m freaking out here. What am I supposed to do?

Huang-Fu: Ah, today is the day of the switch. You have all the money?

Jake: Yes, is that all you can think about? What am I supposed to do?

Huang-Fu: Just put the money in the suitcase and follow the directions. That is all they want. And it wouldn’t hurt yourself to arm yourself.

Jake: I don’t carry around guns! I mean, I got so used to having Wing and Lee around, that they could protect me. When the fuck are they getting back?

Huang-Fu: I talked to them the other day. They have almost found the man they are looking for.

Jake: Well, if you talk to them, tell them to hurry the fuck up. So what do I arm myself with?

Huang-Fu: You have an extensive Chinese weapon collection! Pick something!

Jake: Chinese weapons suck! When am I ever going to use hook swords? Actually...I got something. Thanks Dad.

Jake, seemingly in a good mood, slams his phone shut and steps on it. As the scene fades out, Jake reaches under his couch and puts more packages in his suitcase as he remembers his Father’s words. Why wouldn’t Wing and Lee mention to his father, their boss, that they kidnapped his son’s girlfriend? Fishy.

Fade.

[BK London]

Tag match accepted (credit: Red)

Next scene fades into Gingerdude's office. Mr. and Mrs. Red are shown entering the office. They approach the chairman's desk.

Mr. Red: You rang, sir?

Gingerdude: Yes I did. It seems you have been challenged for Genocide. I need to know if you accept or not.

Mr. Red: Challenged?

Mrs. Red: He accepts. No need to debate or anything.

Mr. Red turns and eyeballs his fiance.

Mrs. Red: What? You're not really going to turn down a challenge, are you?

Mr. Red: Can we at least hear what the challenge is?

Gingerdude: Mr. Red, here is what has been laid down in front of you. Bo Diaz and Gabriel Peters want to challenge you to a tag team match at Genocide.

Mr. Red: I don't like tag team matches but this one I will take. But my only problem is a tag team partner. I have to find one.

Mrs. Red: I think it is time that we reveal yet another secret.

Gingerdude: Secret?

Mrs. Red: Oh yea. In fact, Mr. Red already has a partner. He has someone that will team with him at Genocide.

Gingerdude: Who is it?

Mr. Red: No. No. No, sir. That will not be revealed until next Monday on Warfare.

Gingerdude sighs.

Gingerdude: You better make sure it won't be anything that I will not approve of. You are on too good of a roll to get yourself suspended this close to a big show.

The Reds leave as Gingerdude stares after them with a serious look, wondering what their secret may be.


FADE OUT