Thursday Night Meltdown March 27th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown March 27th 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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The Libertines vs. Jin

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Jason Freeman vs. Alex Richmond

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Jon Taylor vs. Andrew Starr

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Fallen Souls vs. The Senator

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Code Red vs. Bo and Gabriel - Street Fight

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[BK London]

Bigger than Atomic Kitsune's Rack: THE WEEK IN REVIEW!! (Credit: Showtime, Jon Taylor)

Man, this introduction part is filled with the stuff that everyone skips over, so lets make it quick. Things open up the studio.. which is nothing more than a basement right now. There's a desk with a white poster taped in front of it that had the words “WEEK IN REVIEW” in bold, black font. Sitting down at the desk is a man but not just any man, for he is a black man! This man is known as none other than 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper, the man that helped to put Blaine Stone out of commission permanently at Genocide '08 and the newest addition to The Second Coming. Of course, to commemorate such a monumental event, Showtime's in his best suit, Armani, baby! All black and looking crisp! Of course, Showtime's all smiles and is in high spirits.

Showtime: It's Showtime, baby, and this is the first ever ACW edition of The Week in Review!!!

Reaching underneath the desk, Showtime presses the button on the cassette player and that iconic ESPN SportsCenter theme briefly plays until Showtime presses the stop button, finally sitting back up in his desk chair with a toothy grin on his face. Then, the voice of that white guy that does all of those commercials says...

Narrator: The Week in Review! Brought to you by Brian Boitano's Pro Figure Skater for the Playstation 2.



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Of course, the red and purple Ghettoade logo was shown on the screen while the advertisement was made.

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Showtime: Ah, just like old time. Well, some of you ACW viewers might me new to the groove, but The Week in Review is an in-depth analysis of all the shit that's going down in ACW and also a breakdown of all of the matches on tonight's Thursday Night Meltdown card, but speaking of that card..

Oh, snap! Showtime pulls a Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde because that smile immediately changes to a look of pure, Samuel L. Jackson-brand anger and furious vengeance!

Showtime: WHAT THE FUCK?! CHAIRMAN GINGERSNAP HAS THE NERVE AND AUDACITY NOT TO BOOK THE MUTHAFUCKING SHOW ON THE CARD?! FUCK THAT SHIT! THE FCC AND ACW CAN KISS MY ASS!!!

Finally regaining his composure, Showtime coughs into his hand and readjusted his tie, deep breathing and whatnot.

Showtime: Sorry about that, but all of you fans deserved to get the best show that you possibly can.. and I deserve a nice paycheck too. Regardless, my guest host is someone that is going to be on the card this week. This man, along with yours truly, disposed of that heaping pile of Canadian moose crap at Genocide last Sunday. My good friend and leader of the Second Coming, Jon Taylor!

Once again, Showtime leans underneath the desk and ejects the tape and places another in its place before closing the cassette player and pressing eject. The sound of clapping could be heard as a rather disgruntled Jon Taylor takes a seat on the black leather seat, courtesy of Harold Balzac. After stopping the tape, Showtime sits back up and shakes his stablemate's hand.

Showtime: Welcome to the show!

Jon Taylor: It is a pleasure to be here, my good friend! But, may I ask why the hell we are doing this inside of a...basement?

Showtime: Aww, man, you heard me earlier. Money constraints. Once I get that paper from ACW management, we're going to the studio!

Jon Taylor: Ah, I guess that's understandable - those ACW management people are incompetent fools at the best of times! And while we're on the subject, our stable should all be getting bonuses for the extra viewers we are pulling in through our magnificence!

Showtime: Now, that's what I'm talking about.. Speaking of talk, lets talk about Genocide '08.

Jon Taylor: Uhm....I'd rather not talk about that event due to the nature of the disappointment the stable suffered.

Showtime: But one good thing did come out of it! Take a look!

Ah, good ol' filler footage from Genocide is shown, replaying Blaine Stone's nose getting shattered thanks to the brutal knees of one Jon Taylor... Still, just for good measure, the footage rewinds and plays again, pausing right when that last killer knee hits Blaine... AND FOR EVEN BETTER MEASURE, the collision is shown again in slow motion since, according to Dave Chappelle, everything looks cooler in slo-mo. Afterwards, Showtime could be seen laughing his ass off at the 'studio' while Jon smugly smirks, proud of his killer clinch and thunderous knees.

Showtime: Dayum! Ol' boy had saliva and all that crap flying when you knocked his ass out. I bet he's chilling at the hospital sipping Canadian bacon through a straw!

Jon Taylor: Heh, I wouldn't be surprised - not that he can smell anything at the moment though, not with a nose shattered into minuscule pieces at least. I have to admit I am proud in what we did to Stone - there is no doubt that he deserved it! Anyone who thinks they can cross The Second Coming, I can promise you know that you will be on the same end of such treatment!

Showtime: Damn skippy, but enough about that. It's time for the Week in Review!!


Curtain Jerker match of the night: The Libertines vs. Jin

Showtime: Man, what the hell is Liberace doing here? Damn, I know he's going through hard times, but does he really want to fight the dude from Tekken? I say one Demon Godfist would make Liber drop faster than a two-ton whore.. something that our buddy Thundercunt knows about.

Jon Taylor: You're getting a bit mixed up there, Showtime - Jin is just some random chink who liked the name. Anyways, onto the match...it really is a lose lose situation - you have two no good talentless piece of shits; one who can't string a sentence together and the other can't see out of the tiny slits he calls eyes. Considering I already battered the hell out of the Libertines, I'm going to go ahead and say a draw.

Showtime clenches to his chest as though something troubles him... even though this was only for about a second or so.

Showtime: Ah, this racism is killing me inside, or it would if I cared. And now that we're done with this crap, on to the next match!


The Honorary Piss-break Match of the Night: Jason Freeman vs Alex Richmond

Showtime: Man.. this is going to be a train-wreck.. and no, I don't mean Thunder Train even though every match he's in is a catastrophe.

Jon Taylor: This match has the makings of being worse than illiterate and chinky! Freeman is absolute shit to say the least, and Richmond couldn't even wrestle to begin with! My verdict; no contest - the referee falls asleep due to extreme boredom.

Showtime: Man, I'm gonna be real with you. The only winners in this match are going to be the people that use the time for this one to grab a beer or take a leak.


The match that should've been the main event... match: Jon Taylor vs Andrew Starr

Showtime: Seeing how this is yours, I'll let you handle this one, man.

Jon Taylor: And I shall with great pleasure! Let me set one thing straight before I begin; Andrew Starr isn't even in the same league as me! I'd go as far as saying as he doesn't deserve to be in the same company as myself - let alone the same match! Management must be having a laugh, because there is no way in hell a sane person would book this match - the result is already a foregone conclusion! Andrew Starr doesn't even know what the word "Technical" means - let alone be able to use any technical moves. That waste of space's entire moveset consists of punch-kick-punch-kick!

Showtime: Man, where the hell did he learn how to wrestle: Thundercunt's School of how to Suck? Damn shame that he's gonna be in the ring with you, bro. Starr has only got two options: Lay down, or get knocked down!


BARACK THE BOAT, BABY!: Fallen Souls vs The Senator

Showtime: Now, I know these guys got beef from way back with the crappy Senator from Illinois holding my boy FSX back for ages. Now, dude's gonna get what's coming to him. The yellow terror's in it to win it!

Jon Taylor: Ha, this is an easy win for Fallen! Senator is so broken down even The Libertines could beat him now! Besides, Fallen has so much anger to against Senator from being held back so long, I could see Fallen putting Senator out of the game!

Showtime: Just like how my nucka Obama's been putting Senator to shame in the approval rating polls.

For good measure, the statistics had to be shown on screen for a moment.


APPROVAL RATINGS IN THE HOOD


BARACK OBAMA: 95% (THE OTHER 5% ARE HATERS THAT NEEDS TO GET OFF HIS JUNK)

SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS: 30% (All mark-ass tricks)

Source: Wikipedia

Showtime: Like they say, bros before hos, which is why nothing but mark-ass tricks support Steve Phillips. Last and.. in this case, least, the main event!


The World Series... If the Reds didn't suck, that is: Code Red vs Bo and Gabriel

Showtime: Now, this is weird as hell.. Code Red, as in that awesome drink.. or Code Red as in the code you put into MLB '08 where the Cincinnati Reds don't suck?! And what the fuck is Peter Gabriel doing here? Wrestling after getting booted out of Genesis?

Jon Taylor: Red is currently The Mickey Mouse Champion - aka the championship for the people who have no talent. I don't know who the fuck Peter Gabriel is - but he sounds like a pussy with a name like that! My verdict on this match is; NGAD. This obviously stands for Nobody Gives A Damn!

Showtime: Nobody in the locker room gives a damn. Any self respecting fan doesn't give a damn about anyone in this match. Hell, I don't give a damn is Red's the Entertainment Champion, and I don't give a damn if he takes offense to what I say 'cause I can whip his monkey ass down Interstate 75 back to Cincinnati! Still, he's gonna be the damn laughing stock of ACW if he loses right after winning that belt, I know that!

Jon Taylor: Let's be fair Showtime; you could whip anyone's ass not named Jon Taylor, FSX or Limelight in ACW! It's been great doing this with you Showtime, my brother!

Showtime reaches out and shakes Taylor's hand before wrapping the segment up.

Showtime: All good, playa! And this ends The Week in Review! This is 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper telling you to keep your game tight, and maybe you'll be as fly as me one day!

-Fade-

[BK London]

You Ain’t No Jesus I Know (Credit: Flamingo)

Genocide had been good to Adrian. Sure, his knee was officially wrecked thanks to numerous submission assaults on it, but it was worth it. It was a match that was months in the making, BK London vs. Adrian Flamingo, and he got the better of the former world champion. Yes, he did stack the odds in his favor when he and the boys went all Tonya Harding on BK, but in the history books there isn’t going to be an asterisk printed beside that match result. No, it will say Adrian Flamingo made BK London pass out with the Flamingo Clutch… and all the pain in the world was worth that one little satisfaction.

That night Adrian didn’t celebrate; in fact many would think that he lost judging by his solemn demeanor after his match. While he had the physicians check his knee for any permanent damage, Mickey gathered up Kevin Anderson’s wits and the two of them hit the bar scene. Of course they had invited Adrian to go, but he ignored them, trying to keep his toes tapping to the slow, pounding rhythm of his ticking friend much to the annoyance of the physician. After wrapping up his knee and telling him to take it easy for the next couple of days, the physician left Adrian alone with his thoughts and his ticks – a potentially dangerous thing seeing how he didn’t have Starkweather around to bounce his thoughts off of.

Adrian spent the next few days in his apartment in Philadelphia, getting adjusted to the city life and soaking it in for all it was worth. Mickey hadn’t even lasted a week there before he begged Adrian for enough money to get his own place in California. It was fine; in fact, it suited Adrian more in Mickey wasn’t there anymore. So, Adrian was left alone in his own little world of ticks and obscure hums that almost made a melody to the pounding rhythm that Adrian realized something that set him off.

Adrian Flamingo: I’m surrounded by suckerfish!

Yes, suckerfish. A suckerfish is a small fish that has a suction cup attached to its belly that sticks itself to sharks and other big fish. By doing this, the suckerfish can eat the nibbles and the crumbs that fall out of the bigger fishes mouth. They are not to be confused with leeches, fleas, or other parasites because they don’t retrieve the nutrients from their host itself, no, they’re scavengers like hyenas. All they did was laugh and pal around with their bigger host, eating and ravaging on what little parts they didn’t want. It was disgusting. Survival of the fittest? Somehow Adrian doubted that Darwin didn’t consider connections and running buddies when he came up with that theory.

What was the Entourage without Thunderkiss? What about the Senatorial Stable without Senator? How about the newly formed Second Coming without Fallen Souls? There wouldn’t be a leg to stand on, or somehow, a flank to suck on. People somehow gave up their own aspirations, their own goals to play henchmen to three men… but why? Were they afraid of going into this crazy world alone? Did they think they’d cut corners and excel up the ranks faster if they joined up with a bigger name?

As all of these thoughts spun around Adrian’s skull at a thousand miles an hour, the proverbial deer leapt in front of his train of thought and there was a mass collision. Imaginary deer limbs and blood and guts were spewed everywhere, women and children were crying hysterically as the train rolled from the tracks unto its side, crushing waiting passengers. Reporters were on the scene as imaginary EMTs and firefighters attempted to search for survivors, but all was lost. This would be remembered as the worst train of thought accident in fifty years.

Adrian Flamingo: I HAVE suckerfish!

It was true; he had Mickey and Kevin cling on to him like scared children at the possible mention of physical confrontation. Sure, they helped when needed, but Adrian wouldn’t dare look like a hypocrite. Mickey was loud, obnoxious, and fucked up the simplest tasks. He had horrid manners and looked ridiculous in his “ring attire”. Kevin, on the other hand, was sniveling and weak. He was easily intimidated and his arrogance was obnoxious at best. However, they both still had their use. Mickey and Kevin both did whatever was asked of them without ever asking any questions or complaining. They also supplied Adrian with valuable information due to their scouting. They may still have a use after all.

With that, Adrian stood up from the couch and made his way to the refrigerator for a glass of cherry juice. He had spent the past few days experimenting with his ticking. Whenever he drank alcohol it got faster, milk caused it to slow down, and juice made it louder for some reason. So, Adrian stocked his refrigerator with booze and juice to get the best of both worlds. If it ever got too intense, he could always run to the convenience store down the street to retrieve some milk to calm it down. So, with his glass of cherry juice in hand and Fallen Heroes on his mind, Adrian Flamingo kicked back and enjoyed the soothing tunes of a monotonous ticking beat.

[BK London]

Segment: Nowhere Man (Credit: FSX)

Is he a real nowhere man? Sitting in his nowhere land? Making all his nowhere plans for nobody? This isn't at all what he had envisioned for himself, or what he saw occurring in his future. No, Fallen Souls was thrown a curve ball that he had no idea how to recover from. After making such a bold move to leave the friends who had supported him for a good four years in order to approach his future in a more serious light, and see if he couldn't manage changing what has always been a generally political system that ACW is run on, things have gone to hell. Not only is he unsure of who will be their to support him on this mission, or if anyone is in it as a group effort of a better tomorrow, things are looking quite bleak. Without his title to turn to for a quick and cheap smile, Fallen has no where left to go for his affections. His new alliance isn't really that tightly knit, especially when compared to the other active factions of the company, and he wasn't truly on speaking terms with any of those that he considered his friends. Simply put, things were depressing and somewhat reminiscent to what went down when Fallen attempted to help Kudo achieve his goals a few years earlier. Weird as it may be, Jon Taylor wasn't about to have a baby with The Senator.

Thus he was basically left as a loner for the first time since he took the plunge and signed a temporary contract with ACW in late 2004. Things were quite odd for him back then as well, as he didn't manage to make any productive alliances or form any true friendships in his first through months. Only when Senator approached him about becoming a member of his elite team did things look bright for his future...Senator...his mind was clouded with doubts over the decision he made to chase his goals, rather then remain in the safety of his friends shadows. Now that he lost the title that justified his leadership of the future of the company, what did he have left? What was his direction? What could he still do...?

FSX: So, is failure the only reward I get for the things I've done?

Perhaps frustration was the only real way that he could express himself at this point, and any civilian who would stumble by the lonely hallway that he appears to have secluded himself too following the match at Genocide would have to agree. Still covered in a notable amount of dry blood, Fallen shakes his head softly as he returns to his feet and rubs at the irritations said blood was likely causing his eyes. Alone and pondering life isn't the ideal place to be when you were formally institutionalized, but what choice did he have? His new 'friends' would have nothing good to say of what happened, after all..

FSX: I can't just hang out here for the rest of my life! Nothing could be worse then becoming some kind of hermit emo guy. I don't even have a god damned rusty spoon to pretend to cut myself with, so that won't work! But what..? I can't go back.

Pacing slowly out into the middle of the dark hallway he continued to mumble silently to himself, not necessarily speaking to the camera as he seemed to run over his options again and again. With time, his mumbled speech would grow more and more audible as he eventually came a stop and smiled softly, staring into the camera.

FSX: Things really are simple after you give them some thought. Mainer managed to steal the International Title from me as Savich was busy calming down Limelight and Taylor had already taken Cooper out on the town. It may not be the whole truth, but it's sensible enough for me to live with it. I couldn't expect Senator or Hunter to help me, they need time to cool off...yeah..that's all. Was just one big old jolly fluke! That doesn't push me back at all! No no no no no! In fact, it's just another step in the right direction! Don't you think?

He seems to pause with this as he is frozen in motion there with a wide smile on his face, the camera moving in a complete 360 as it searched for someone that he may of been talking too, before taking a realization that it must of been himself.

Cameraman: Uhm..I guess you have a point?

FSX: Who the fuck asked you, anonymous camera guy?

Cameraman: You did..?

FSX: That's right I did! Because your not biased. You'll get your ass kicked by the time I leave this hallway either way! That's why I like you! That, and your not fucking Zach Braff.

Cameraman: Why would I be having an affair with Zach Braff..?

There is another awkward pause as Fallen seems ready to answer the cameraman's stupidity, before simply shaking his head and slapping himself in the face a few times, almost as if to jostle his brain as he shook around for a moment and stopped to look into the camera again.

FSX: I just have to forget that this ever happened, and I'll be perfectly fine. I'll go on with my goals and I won't let anything or anyone stand in my way! Soon enough a better era will be brought in, where everyone that has the heart and talent to make it will! No more of this shit with good looks and backstage politics clouding who is allowed there chance at the top of the mountain. They can't just make it into a giant game, where they only lose when they want to, and they only let others rise above them when it tickles their fancy. No, tomorrow is the day of the X. The Red Dawn, if you will. I'm not about to invade Michigan, but I think you get the idea of the sentiment.

He motions for the cameraman to reply to him once again, before seeming to change his mind and waving a hand for him to stop before he can even begin. The idiocy of the individual might detract from the overall serious message that Fallen is attempting to get across with his words. Smiling softly, he seems to stretch out toward the camera man before walking right up to him and patting it a few times.

FSX: I'm going to keep my word, ok? I know I'm not the most reliable guy in the world most of the time, but I promise I'll do whatever I can to change things for the better, even if it means working with those that want to make this place their garden of eden. The first step is reaching the top myself, as nothing would be a greater shock to the system for those that are used to the way things work. I'm not going to wait for my chance anymore. Tonight, I'm taking it. I'm winning it. I'm proving it. And tomorrow? That's when things will really begin....well, Warfare to be specific, but I think your bright enough to get the analogy.

Giving what may someday become a trademark grin to the camera, Fallen looked almost as if he was about to say something else, before shaking his head and walking past the camera and out of sight for the moment. The camera turns to follow his movement for as long as it could, before eventually losing sight of him as he turns a corner and likely sprints off into tomorrow. Despite the fact that Fallen has clearly not bathed the filth of defeat off of him yet, he seems prepared to define his goal in full tonight. Does he even know who he's fighting, or if he has a match? Who knows..but the determination can't be denied. With such a look of belief...will things really change? It almost seems possible..

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: It's time to take control
Credit: The Second Coming. (Jay Zero: Not Limelight)

It's strange how things happen sometimes, isn't it? I mean one minute you're top of the world and next after a couple of defeats your domination is doubted. See, all it takes is one or two defeats for the people to start questioning you, now they may not know their foot from their hand but still, they'll question you. Now, on this past PPV not only had The Second Coming suffered one loss - they suffered two. Two losses which should of been EASY wins. Now, obviously this didn't sit well with the self proclaimed 'leader' of the group; Jon Taylor. He saw it as mistakes which were hurting goal; mistakes which could be ILL afford to made. As far as he was concerned he not only got his job done at Genocide - he did it in style. Not only did he take out the trash with the newest member of the stable; Ryan Cooper they BURNT it. Taylor knew that it was up to him to make sure that the stable were put in their place, he knew that he had to set things straight before the train went off of the rails.

The scene opens at the backstage area; The Second Coming's locker room to be more exact. The show hadn't long started, and every member of the stable could be seen in the locker room - apart from Taylor. Limelight as per usual had as much emotion as a brick wall, while Fallen and Showtime seemed to be joking around about something. Savich himself look to be pretty pissed about the outcome of Genocide, where Jay Zero had returned and truly gate crashed his plans. However, the seemingly good atmosphere was not to last long as a short while later the door of locker room crashes open ricocheting off of the wall causing a large noise. It was of course the entrance of the stable leader; Jon Taylor. And boy did he not look happy. The usual cocky smile was long gone, and he didn't look in the mood for games at all. He had his usual attire on, and a bottle of water in his right hand. The rest of the stable look towards the door way. Just as Taylor goes to speak Showtime cracks a joke and Fallen laughs.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You think that's funny, huh? Do you Fallen? Was it as funny as losing your title at Genocide at Danny Mainer?! DANNY MAINER!

Taylor launches the water bottle which was in his right hand directly above Fallen's head. It hits the walls and crashes to the ground of the locker room. Showtime and Fallen both looked a bit shocked.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: The hell was that for, Taylor?

Taylor looks in one of his moods where he isn't going to be calming down anytime quick.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: What was that for?! Weren't you listening to a word I said, Fallen? YOU LOST YOUR TITLE TO DANNY MAINER! I mean come on, you lost to not only an entourage member but also one of their weakest!

Showtime attempts to intervene.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: C'mon man. We gotta be solution-oriented! The past is the past - just calm down.

Taylor turns to focus his attention on Showtime.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I should calm down? I SHOULD CALM DOWN?! You should be the one pissed off about Fallen losing to Mainer! Fallen, you not only made yourself look stupid losing to someone with absolutely NO talent whatsoever - but you made the stable look stupid! Now, I just can't have that. Mistakes cannot be made. You're on about how you don't want to clean up any mess, well now we have to clean up the mess you created!

Taylor refocuses his attention on Fallen, waiting for an answer. Savich looks on surprisingly keeping out of it - for now. Showtime doesn't seem to want to argue with Taylor, and knows that if he does it will only make things worse off.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: So I lost. What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?! He cheated to win and you all saw that, yet for being so ridiculously pissed off I didn't see you lift a damn finger to help? Why the fuck should I care about you opinion anyway? Did my losing hurt your feelings, Taylor? Boo fucking hoo. I'm not here to be your little bitch and make sure everything goes the way you expect it too! It's not my job to please you, and I can give a damn what hissy fit you'll throw! I'm moving on, and I'll focus on bigger and better things.live in the past if that makes you feel better. After all, you did beat a tag team that hasn't wrestled for what? A year now? Oh, and you managed to have Cooper beat up an egomaniac for you. Gee, guess that makes you the leader!

Taylor looks less than convinced.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Bullshit! Why didn't you just vacate the title then?! That would have been the sensible thing to do. You would have not only made yourself look stronger, but also the stable! But, instead you decided to go out there and lay down - who in their right mind would do that?!

Nicholas Savich : My--- GOD! Would you just shut the fuck up for just ONE MINUTE, Taylor?! All day long! Blah Blah Blah, whine, whine, whine! Seriously, just do us a favor and SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You're acting all tough, talking down to Fallen for in reality, HE should be talking down to YOU! You're just upset because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't win that International Title again, no matter what you did! You're not upset over the fact that he laid down for Danny Mainer! you're upset over the fact that he didn't lay down for YOU!

So seriously, just shut up! If he wants to go for a World Title -- let him be! Lord knows Thunderkiss isn't giving Limelight a shot, so hey, why not? You could learn a thing or two if we had two credible World Champions in this group!

Taylor looks even more fired up than previously now, boy this isn't going to end anytime soon!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Limelight a World Champion? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH! You think winning a title at some Indy fed makes you brilliant? Well, Taylor's got news for you it-does-not! And it wasn't just Fallen who embarrassed this stable at Genocide, oh no - you and Limelight RAN from someone half the size of Limelight! Now, I don't know what's your problem with Jay Zero, but running from the little shit is not the solution!

Nicholas Savich : Oh YES, that is EXACTLY what we were doing! IT'S CALLED A STRATEGY, DUMBASS, EVER HEAR OF IT?! You're making this entire matter seem like he chased us out of the arena! He didn't! It was MY choice to stop Limelight before he tore that shoulder out of place again!

Taylor pauses, he looks around the room at every stable member.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Whatever. To put it lightly...GENOCIDE WAS A JOKE! The only good that came out of it was of course Showtime and I deposing of Stone. However, that doesn't matter now because we're moving on! But, mistakes like those cannot be made again! No, no, no! We hardly looked like the most dominating force in ACW at Genocide did we? No we did not! But, that's ok because I have a plan, a magnificent plan at that!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: You do? Well that's great! Because we've all been waiting to follow your command! Lead us, oh mighty asshole! May we have a wonderful dictatorship under the Ultimate Jackass!

Nicholas Savich : I got a great plan. How about this Three Hundred and Twenty Two pound mammoth throws Taylor's two hundred and forty pound ego through that goddamn wall!?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: That will not be neccesary, thank you Nicholas.

Nicholas Savich: As for Jay Zero, that little shit is gonna get what he has coming to him. And soon enough, he's going to be in this god-forsaken locker room right beside me.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I'll believe it when I see it...

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Calm down, man! There is no need for this, we're a team - the most dominating team in ACW! Sure, there were a few mishaps at Genocide, but hey nothing's perfect! Now, let's roll some blunts, get some honeys, and have a good time, aight?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, since i'm such an understanding leader I will end the rant there - but if this happens again I will rant like you have never, eveeeeer seen before!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: God knows everyone at home turns off their TV sets when you start ranting in the first place! I'd love to take a look at the insane fantasy world you live in, Taylor, because you make yourself out to be a GOD!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I will leave you guys to contemplate on what you've done, since I have to go and re-enforce our image to the fans and the other members of the roster which you all decided to tarnish! See you later!

As Taylor looks to have calmed down he opens the door and exits.

Nicholas Savich: Hold on-- TELL me. He did NOT just call himself the leader!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Is it really that much of a surprise, Nick? He's an idiot. He'll always be a stubborn ass deep down. The fact of the matter is that he's the decoy, so let him say whatever he wants and believe whatever he wants.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Man, is this what I came to ACW for? Man, I knew that JT could be a lil' anal and all, but he's acting like a damn woman, heavy flow and all. One thing's fo' sho' though - we gotta get our shit together. I'd be damned if we go out like a bunch of chumps!

[BK London]

The Libertines return match. (Credit: Libertines)

The Libertines comes in looks left then right takes a whiff of the arena. He laughs somewhat to himself realizing he was facing Jin. The Libertines wants to make Jin tap out. Maybe you could tell because he has a shirt on that says I will make you tap out and cry out. The t-shirt not really making any sense much like The Libertines a lot of the times. Is perfect for him too bad in ACW shop says it has only sold two shirts. Many people think it was The Libertines mom and dad that bought the shirts.

The Libertines: Finally The Libertines has come back to Meltdown. The place that made The Libertines a star. The Place where The Libertines pined BK Whinedon, and also known as the place where Jin will go down today against me The Whole deal Mr. ACW and of course the messiah.

Fans cheer for The Libertines

The Libertines: Shut up. I don’t want to get cheered for. All I want is respect.

Fans cheer even more. Unknown to The Libertines fans are started to grow to like him more. Maybe it’s because The Libertines have proved himself in and outside the ring. Maybe the fans like him because he has stopped kissing ass or maybe they are only acting to like him because they want to piss him off. Many reasons one will think and all reasons could be wrong who knows but one thing is for certain The Libertines isn’t getting booed anymore.

The Libertines: Well isn’t this nice. Fans are cheering me. Well the fact of the matter is ACW or BCW fans. I don’t give a damn if you all like me or if you all hate me. Why because when I needed you all the most you all turned on me and now I’m expected to love you all. When I didn’t get any love. When my fingernail was brutally torn off by the hands or should I say chair of BK Cheatdon. Yes I said cheatdon because he needs to cheat to beat me.

The Libertines takes a deep breath to clear his head. Still angry at the face Bk won he their final round he now he feels like most of the locker room has belittled him, because he couldn't finish the job

The Libertines: But enough about has-beens lets talk about Jin the never was. Let us talk about the guy who has no future. Now Jin let The Libertines tell you now when you come in the ring with me one on one mono e mono and when you feel something come crushing down in your stomach and finally realize that you’re in the ring with greatness, and you so desperately want to know what this feeling is. I’ll tell you ahead of time the feeling is fear. Fear of knowing you have no shot against me. Fear of knowing that I haven’t been in the ring for over a month and I so desperately want to hear someone cry out yes! Yes! I tap. Or hear their hands tapping the middle of the ring. So Jin I'll tell you again when you realize you’re in the Ring with The Libertines you have no other choice but to tap. Why?

Fans chat because he is cool like that

The Libertines: Because

Fans only chat now he is cool like that

The Libertines: I’m cool like

Fans chat that

The Libertines: Thaaaaaaaaaaaat.

The Libertine's song delivery by the babyshambles comes on. As the Libertines awaits his opponent Jin.

[BK London]

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

MATCH BEGINNING:
The match started with your average-day to day technical bout. The two exchanged rapid headlocks at lightning speed with repeated counters but eventually Jin hoists up Libertines and hits a back suplex followed by some good ol’ fashioned shoot-fightin. He mounts over Libertines and starts to punch him in the face repeatedly. Libertines manages to do a complex manoeuvre by smashing an elbow into Jin’s head before grabbing his shoulders and performing a stalling monkey flip where Jin eventually lands on his back and Libertines rolls backwards with it so he’s sat on Jin’s chest before delivering crushing shots to the head. After Jin broke this up he went for an early Devil Kick but Libertines dodged and returned with a Vertical Suplex and some stamps to the chest followed by an attempt at a 450 Splash but Jin counters with a thrown up leg to the face which sent him crashing back into the corner.

MATCH MID-SECTION:
Jin quickly rises to his feet quickly with and starts to smash him in the stomach with repeated shots to the ribs, left and right repeatedly as Libertines doesn’t know what’s hitting him. Jin then hits a Monkey Flip from the corner and Libertines crashes to the floor twisting in mid-air leaving him about a metre away from the turnbuckle. Jin vaults to the top rope and hits a MASSIVE Demon’s Leg Drop, WAIT Lib is up and he pushes him off the top rope! OH MY GOD! Jin lands face-first on the crowd barrier! He could be paralysed with a broken neck! BTW, if you’re ever paralysed by hunger make sure to pick up some Frosties. They’re GRRREAT! Jin back in the ring and some hazy brawling.. Jin then hit a massive STO and then follows up with a lariat. Libertines backed into a corner he charges at him with a huge turnbuckle clothesline but Libertines dodges and swerves behind him. Libertines quickly spins Jin around into the corner and tries to hit a clothesline of his own but Jin brings both boots up to the gut. He stumbles back and as he stands up straight he gets blasted in the face a wave of red mist right into his face. Libertines claws at his mouth as the burning mist sears over his face.

MATCH END:
The match at this point wasn’t looking too good for Libertines as Jin had practically wailed on him after the use of the mist. Jin climbed top rope looking to hit some sort of devastating flying move but Libertines managed to hit a HUGE Arm Drag off of the top rope leaving him in picturesque position to hit a horrific frogsplash crushing him under the weight. The two ran at each other and Jin tried to hit a clothesline but Libertines ducked and hit a Side Effect slamming him to the floor. Jin managed to escape another Side Effect attempt with a kick to the gut and a Double Knee Lift followed by a Rope Rebound Bicycle kick and he looked to finish things after a HUGE impact from a Decapitation. Jin then posed in the corner preparing for his trade-mark burning elbow as he KNEW he had Libertines beat. Libertines slowly stumbled drunkenly to his feet, he span around like a graceful dancer with his arms out-stretched and Jin lunged forward to damn near KO Libertines! BAM! WAIT NO! Libertines ducks and Jin speeds past him! Jin spins around with his arms out-stretched dizzily and HE HOOKS IT! LIBERTINES WITH THE COW BOTTOM - but it's countered into an Inside Cradle. Jin manages to score a quick win on The Libertines.

Jones: Here is your winner by pinfall… JINN!!!

[BK London]

Segment: A flashback...(Credit: Freeman)

Another PPV...another loss...and this time it was to somebody who was relatively new in the company. Not exactly how Freeman's year was supposed to go. Started off okay, and quickly descended. He knew that if he was going to turn things around...it had to be now.

Freeman walked down the ACW hallways...knowing that he had to be ready for his match, which would come up soon. Fallen Heroes was coming on soon! Fallen Heroes! He came so close last year...that this year, surely he would have the chance! But somewhere...he doubted that.

He was going to have focus more than ever before...but to do that, he needed to get his head straight. That might as well be his catchphrase...as it seems that it's his greatest challenge. "Getting my head straight..." he thinks to himself "How many times have I taken out anger on the wrong people recently? How many times have I blamed other people for my actions...?" He then thought...someone had said something of the sort to him one time...

Over a year and a half ago...back before...before he had joined the company...someone had said something similar...and in fact, it had been at another moment similar to this one, in which Freeman was dissapointed at his inability to win matches...and before he knows it, he's flying back with the memories...

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Around two years ago...



We fight back and forth…evenly matched…and equally fatigued, having been going on for around fifteen minutes now. I know that I’m closer than I ever was before…his heavy breathing tells me so…and I can tell he’s impressed. So is everybody watching, I’m sure. This is definitely the best I’ve ever done, and I remain determined. He comes in for a punch, but I see it coming, and wrap around him from behind, and attempt to lock him in a waist lock for some kind of German Suplex…though I should have known that he was too good for that. He’s amazing technically, and can reverse almost everything I throw at him…and I remind myself that I shouldn’t get too cocky…a mistake I’ve made too many times before.

In any case, the guy sees my move coming, and before I know it, I’m on the ground in an armbar…and as I look up I see our trainer looking at me, and shaking his head in disappointment for falling right into that…and that alone gives me the motivation I need to put everything I’ve got into rolling over and getting to my feet. Earlier in the match this wouldn’t have worked, but I’ve taken a lot out of him…and now he is too weak to hold on. Though it was still a very strong grip…he gets up, and his eyes widen, obviously impressed that I had escaped him…and I give him a defiant glare back, which seems to shock him. Obviously the competition was not as serious to him…but then again, he had a lot less at stake. I run forward, and he ducks…I turn, and he’s charging…I duck him, and lift him up and NAIL him with a sitting reverse fireman’s carry pancake…and I sigh in relief, as I see his stomach smash into the mat. I look down upon him, and know that I have to end this…and I turn, and look to the turnbuckle…

Now I wouldn’t exactly call myself a high-flyer, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t do some aerial attacks when the time calls for it…and I now know that this is the time. I climb up slowly, and raise my arms to the sky, trying to suck in some of the onlookers excitement, as I then dive backwards and corkscrew moonsault my way to the ground…only to see the mat rushing up towards my head. Before I can react, I smack face first…my opponent having rolled out of the way…I curse to myself as I lie down in pain, but I have enough sense to roll towards the ropes…knowing that he will capitalize if I do not. I get there soon enough…and lie down for a while, catching my breath. The fact that I am still lying there untouched tells me that my opponent is also catching his breath…and I know I still have a chance. Despite my pain, I use the ropes to pull myself up, as he does the same. He comes forward, and I knee him in the gut…he was obviously expecting me to have a little less in me, and didn’t expect ME to attack first, but he underestimated how much I wanted to win.

I grab him, and begin to lift him up in position for the Journey’s End, ready to finally end this…when out of nowhere, I feel him slip out of my grip from behind me, and as I turn…he jumps, doing his desperation finishing move that he uses under extreme situations, and which nobody has ever kicked out of. He jumps so his back is parallel with the ground, and kicks his leg over his head, as if he’s about to score a winning soccer goal. With slight tilt, he is able to connect right with my head. I see his foot coming up to hit me in the head as I turn, and I fall down to the mat, and he goes for the cover. Of course, this I know just by filling in the blanks…all I remember is his foot zooming up to connect with my head, and the sound of the referee’s hand counting three. I am too disoriented to even take in what just happened, but as someone used to losing to him, I realize what happened. I can’t stand the flow of sadness, anger, and pain, that rushes over me all at once, in a bizarre, overwhelming combination… and when I am able to move, I pound the mat with my hand. Dave Morgan looks down at me, and through blurry vision, I see him reaching a hand down, to help me up. He is obviously tired, though the grin on his face makes me want to reach up and kick his teeth out. He pulls me to my feet, and I shove him away as he tries to raise my arm up, to our adoring crowd…of around ten other trainees.

Yeah, we’re training to become wrestlers. And here we are, having a bit of a practice match in the ring. You see, maybe I should give you some information here. Now…not everybody has what it takes. There are some that can hold their own in the ring, but they pick up a mic, and they can’t put three words together. There are some who could possibly get by with their promo skills, but put them in the ring, and they can’t take a simple suplex. Then there’s me, Jason Freeman, and a very good friend of mine…who I have known for a very long time...Dave Morgan. We are the only two people who have what it takes. And we both know it. Now, of course, he’s the prodigy. The star. The guy who never loses. But then again, why shouldn’t he be? He’s always been great at practically everything. This is just the newest thing on the list. So, he’s set to make it as a great star, and of course, being the only other person who CAN wrestle here, I am always stuck going against him. Our trainer says we are putting on examples of good matches, but to tell you the truth, I suppose I feel like he’s just showing them what to do, and I’m his practice dummy. No, no, that’s not true. In any case, I’ve come close to beating him before…but THIS TIME. This time was the closest Ive EVER come in the wrestling ring against him. I ALMOST HAD HIM! And he stole it from me.

That stupid kick of his…he didn’t even name it yet…couldn’t think of one “fitting enough.” Said he’d wait until he got to the “big leagues.” I christened it the Kick of Death, however, and that’s what it’ll be called until he actually thinks of something. I don’t get how he always manages to hit it so perfectly, but having taken it first hand, I can’t blame his opponents for never kicking out…

A few minutes later, we’re backstage, and he walks over to me…I know what he’s going to want to discuss, but I just don’t say anything, and wait for him to talk. “Hey!” Dave says to get my attention, which I begrudgingly give him… “What was up, man? A guy can’t even congratulate his opponent without getting shoved?”…I sigh…I knew I shouldn’t have gotten angry, and while I feel ready to shove him again, I answer.

“Sorry. Just disappointed. I mean…I thought I finally had you this time!” He smiles at this…I mean…he does it friendly enough, and I can tell he’s trying to think of the right reaction to cool me down, but this was obviously the wrong one. BZZZ. Try again. And he does…

“Hey, you DID almost have me. Come on, you came close enough, and if you didn’t take a frickin hour to get down from the turnbuckle, the you would have…”

I have to cut him off here, because this is verging on ridiculous “NO, I wouldn’t have! Are you kidding me? No matter what I did, you would have kicked out anyways. And then next move I tried, you’d counter that too! And then you have that stupid Kick of Death!”

“Oh, come on, you know that’s not the name.” he utters, which was such a stupid thing to say under the circumstances, that I just fire off on him, before realizing that that was probably the whole point of him saying it in the first place…always the joker…as I thought bitterly on many different occasions.

“Whatever! Look, face it, you’re just a STAR! And future champion of some major company. Then I guess I can just be the future occasional tag partner right?” I shout at him…though I don’t realize how loud I am speaking at the time.

“My, my…YOU’RE in a bitter mood today.” He says…after a very long pause. I guess we should talk about the man…Dave Morgan. Usually a sarcastic and cynical kinda person…which gets really annoying when you’re in a bad mood. He’s one of those people who thinks that if he takes nothing seriously, that nothing is going to be serious. Which makes it even more annoying when you try to yell at him. It’s like he thinks he’s better than you. Which actually was where this stupid argument started.

“You know what? One of these days, I’m gonna beat you. And one of these days, you’ll realize that I’m very capable of being a pro wrestler too. Just because you best me practically every match, doesn’t mean I can’t make it. If you’re the best, I’ll settle for second best!” and he gives another grin…this time more in amusement of what I’m saying.

“Well, Freeman, first of all, I would like to say that I never stated that I’m better than you, but if you would like to keep thinking that, be my guest. Second of all, I NEVER claimed to be the best, and I DO think we would BOTH make it into the big leagues, if we were given the chance. But come on, you have more than enough room for improvement, and you ARE getting better, and you’ll be catching up to me soon enough, right? But of course…if you keep on thinking like THIS…”

“THINKING LIKE WHAT?!” I fire back…once again louder than I wanted to…a problem that seemed to plague me every once in a while…I stop, and he raises his eyebrows…and this time I calm down. “Okay, whatever…I’m being stupid. Congratulations. It was a good match. I’m just going to go think things over myself, okay?”, and I turn to walk away, but not before he gets some words in himself.

“Listen, I understand…that you have these problems sometimes. Get yourself all worked up over something, and it consumes you. I’ve seen it happen enough times. You really need to stop letting things get to you! You get so high-strung over things…you always seem to think that everybody’s thinking themselves above you. But remember, the potential for change is inside YOU, and not anybody else. How about you don’t blame others for your actions and problems?”

I pause….but do not turn to face him. “I don’t…”

He shakes his head…I can’t see it, but Ive known him long enough to know he’s doing it, and he probably has one of those self-righteous, “I’m so perfect” faces on at the same time… “No, you do. And every time you seem to realize it, you let it happen again. Now it’s not going to be easy…but I think you really need to kick this. Because it’s always going to come up. It’s a character flaw. We all have one, you know? Just be careful, okay? Now I’m not angry about what you’ve said today, but some day, you’re going to run your mouth off to somebody who will be. Go home, and get over it. Ill see you tomorrow.”

I keep walking without a word, not even noticing that my hands are clenched into fists. I do think about what he said however…and while I think that he’s wrong, and I can tell that to myself all I want…deep down inside me, I know that he’s right.

[BK London]

SEGMENT: Killing Caitlynn: Episode 8. (Credit: Mainer)

Last Sunday at Genocide when we left off on The Killing Caitlynn series, shit went down. After having to watch Jamie Longshaw and his beloved Caitlynn Dufraisne feel each other up at the prom night dance, Danny Masterson was quite literally physically sick at this and threw up over a balcony for the janitor to clean up later that night. Danny then after declining a delightful offer from some stoners to get blitzed set off home to change into normal gear and head off to Aiden’s party where shit hit the fan. After enjoying the party with Aiden and his buddies and a can of Corrs in his hand, Aiden stumbles in telling of how Jamie and Caitlynn were heading to one of Aiden’s converted bedrooms and that Jamie was so damn drunk he couldn’t tell right from left.

Danny immediately went into commando mode grabbing a wooden chair as one of Aiden’s buddies used it for the drinking game known as “Who can Balance on Chairs while Smashed off their Face The Best”. Leaving one of Aiden’s drunken friends in a heap on the floor he then sprinted up stairs. When he got there Jamie was all over her tearing at her prom dress. Danny, knight in blue jeans was fortunately on hand to stop the attempted raping by smashing Jamie in the back with a wooden chair and then he took Caitlynn out the room who was shaking and teary and he called a cab. Getting into the cab, a teary-eyed Aiden Joseph saluted him as they got into the cab in the sad state of drunkness that can only come from prom night sloshing.

Now, about 20 minutes later we’re shown in our new scene which is the front porch of Caitlynn’s ‘American Dream’ style house with the white picket fences and the veranda on the front. Danny stands next to Caitlynn leaning on the wall by the door frame with one hand and his left leg crossed over his right as Caitlynn slips the key into the lock. Caitlynn twists the key and the door cracks open and you can see from Caitlynn’s eyes and her shaky grip she’s still a bit shook up from the night’s events. All she needs to do is look into Danny’s warm smiling face and it makes her happier though. Caitlynn walks in to the hall of her house before glancing back at Danny.

Caitlynn: Danny… come in. I need your help with something.

Danny: Alright sure!

Danny’s eyes perk-up as he looks at the shaky Caitlynn but he silently complies scraping his yellowy beige work boots on the Welcome mat before walking into the hall which he has walked into many a-time. He inhales through his nostrils the sweet, strangely relaxing scent of the wooden floorboards as Caitlynn heads towards the stairs ahead of him. Danny glances around the room noticing a little set of draws with ornamental plates on it and on the right is a painting of a brown cow looking out over a field. On the left completely opposite to the painting of a brown cow is a painting of a woman in a plain white dress walking into the sea from the beach, up to the waist in water.

Danny realizing he’s gotten side-tracked quickly follows Caitlynn up the stairs like a dog at it’s masters heels. At the top of the stairs it swerves off left onto the landing and Danny follows up. Right in front of the stairs opening on the landing is a door with a big Red Hot Chilli Peppers poster on it. Caitlynn pushes the door open and we’re shown into a fairly average-sized room. The wall is literally covered with Anthony Keidis, Flea, Chad Smith & John Frusciante everywhere. You can quite easily tell that Caitlynn hates these guys and wants them to die. Beyond that, the floor is lined with pink fluffy carpet and in the room is a simple, single bed as well as a little desk to do homework on and a brown wardrobe. Caitlynn leans under the bed and pulls out a little box tied with a pretty glittery bow wrapped around it and then she turns to Danny.

Caitlynn: Look… I know this is pathetic Danny and I shouldn’t ask you after all you’ve done for me…

Danny: Hey it’s not a problem. I’ll do anything I can, what is it?

Caitlynn unwraps the box and pulls the lid off the parcel before handing it to Danny. Inside is a memento of Danny’s past, the same little teddy-bear that Caitlynn had in her hands when Danny first met her. It’s simple black button eyes and it’s beige coloured belly brings a smile to Danny’s face, the only problem with this bear is that its’ right arm has been severed. Inside is a spool of brown thread and some needles. Caitlynn smiles sweetly at Danny, her cute young face warming Danny’s heart at the innocence of this gesture. Danny sits down on the bed taking the needle and the bear and the arm out. He strings the needle up with the thread and then he grabs the fallen out stuffing of the simple brown teddy bear before stringing it up. He weaves in and out of the arm with the delicate needle being careful not to spike himself. After completing one thread circuit he then does another circuit quickly but carefully. Caitlynn hands him a pair of scissors conveniently and Danny snips the end of the string off leaving the bear all sewn up. Danny then turns the bear to face Caitlynn and wriggles the arm to test its strength.

Danny: (in a squeaky voice, pretending to be the bear) ‘ello! I’m Jimmy the Bear!

Caitlynn chuckles despite her shaky self after the incident of the earlier night and smiles glowingly at Danny’s light-hearted attempt at humour. Danny then hands the bear delicately to Caitlynn who places it back in the box with a faint smile on her face which makes Danny glow on the inside. Caitlynn then walks over to before sitting down on her bed.

Caitlynn: Thanks Danny… you’ve been so kind to me all these years and I’ve never been able to truly show my appreciation for it.

Danny: Hey it’s not a problem… but listen I’d best get off and let you sleep. You’ve had a bit of a shit day and could probably do with the rest Caitlynn.

Danny stands up and heads for the door as a look of panic quickly sears across Caitlynn’s face. He turns around as he hears the fuss she makes.

Caitlynn: Nononono! Stay!!!

Caitlynn puts on a whiny face as she sits up. Danny turns his attention back to Caitlynn and she just can’t say no. Danny walks back over and sits by Caitlynn placing an arm delicately around her feeling his heart about to swell and explode out of his chest. Danny smiles reassuringly at Caitlynn trying to find a way to let Caitlynn get some sleep.

Danny: But won’t your mom and dad be coming back at some point soon?

Caitlynn: No, they’re out for the weekend out of town to see family.

Danny: Alright. Well what do you want me to do then?

Caitlynn: Let me go clean my teeth and things and then just stay with me in my room. I’m still a bit on edge after tonight…

Danny: I can dig that. I’ll wait here for you.

Caitlynn: Thanks Danny, you’re the best!

Danny smiles at the compliment.

Danny: Not a problem. Anything for a friend.

Caitlynn smiles as she moves from Danny’s arm before heading for her door. She shuts the door behind her leaving Danny alone in the room. Danny sees that as he’s staying the night he might as well make himself comfortable so he unties his boots before chucking them at the opposite corner of the room by the wardrobe before throwing his Pantera t-shirt over to the shoes. Danny then throws his black cotton socks at the pile of his clothes and they all land in a neat little pile just by the wardrobe. Danny then makes himself comfortable lying just off-centre from the bed.

Caitlynn then returns through her door in a set of plain pink pyjama pants and shirt with a smile on her face to show off those pearly whites, an ear to ear smile! Caitlynn sees Danny lying shirtless and shoeless on her bed and this makes her feel even more safe. Caitlynn sits on the bed next to Danny as Danny’s sat with his back against the bed head. Caitlynn cuddles up to Danny and Danny puts her arm next to Caitlynn before dragging up the quilt over them. Danny smiles as Caitlynn wraps her arm around Danny’s back while Caitlynn rests her head against Danny’s chest breathing heavily feeling safe. Danny strokes Caitlynn’s head feeling a sense of great euphoria just from being there with her. Her scent, the feel of her skin and her hair, it’s the greatest feeling in the world to Danny and he wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world, not even a heist or a monkey, or a heist with a monkey! Nope, Danny is happy and madly in love with the girl under his arm. After about a minute of gentle hair-stroking Danny notes her eyelids drooping slowly. She tries to resist but eventually her eyes just go and she completely passes out onto Danny.

Danny sits happily there as Caitlynn lets out an adorably cute, light snore as she drifts into the world of dreams. Danny just sits staring holes into the wall ahead of him panicking about the long-term ramifications of tonight. Jared Lakes was reported to be a good friend of Longshaw but Jamie never spoke of that and apparently there’d been some heated confrontations between Jared Lakes & Aaron Mitchell which hadn’t gone down smooth at all and Danny was just worried about what would happen when word got out about Danny damn near killing Jamie by smashing up his back with a chair. Danny eventually decided though that he’d stop panicking and just enjoy the moment he has with Caitlynn now. He continues to stroke her hair until his own head starts to lower. His head is now leant against Caitlynn’s for support and his own eyes shut as the camera starts to fade out on the sight of the two young lovers sleeping in each others arms. Things are nice now but over the coming years shit WILL hit the fan. All is nice between this young couple but things will start to go sour as ego’s clash and friendships crash. Where will this go? You’ll just have to wait.

[BK London]

Segment: "Kai-olohia" Credit: T-Kiss / Lucrezia

[Kapalua Bay has never looked better as far as the World Champion is concerned. Taking a look beside him at Anna sunning, he is taken aback by her sheer beauty. It is as Aphrodite herself crawled right out of the sea and took residence beside him. He is mesmerized by her, right down the finest detail. The wind blowing through her silky hair, the glow emanating from her bronze skin and even the way she breathes garners his attention like a raging fire. It is times like these that he is glad he is away from the ring, a feeling he’s been having quite frequently as of late. However, before any guilt from this can creep into his conscious, the serene and peaceful roar of the Pacific Ocean takes his mind away from his problems.]

Thunderkiss: You look beautiful today. I should tell you more often.

Anna Sommers: You tell me everyday.

TK: Do you get tired of it?

[She tries to hide her grin to no avail.]

Anna: No.

[He laughs and reaches over to a glass of Brunello that rests on a table beside him. As he sips from it, he begins to have flash backs to the day before, right before they got on the plane to Hawaii. Feelings of guilt creep into his soul again. This time they do not come from him ignoring his ACW duties, but rather something entirely different. Trust is one of the most important, if not THE important aspects of one’s relationship. He does not want to hide things from her or start making it a habit to do so.]

TK: I was offered a part in a movie yesterday ...

Anna: That's wonderful, darling. Which movie?

TK: I can’t remember the name of it. It's some military action flick directed by Stephen Sommers.

Anna: What did you say?

TK: No.

[Her demeanor changes in a blink of an eye. Upset over being kept from this information until it was no longer relevant, she snaps at him and rightfully so.]

Anna: Aiden, why didn't you run this by me?

TK: It conflicts with my wrestling schedule. There was no other option.

Anna: Father would have been more than willing to accommodate filming.

TK: Perhaps, perhaps not. It would have been a huge distraction to my career anyway. I’ve done minor acting rolls that were done on a one day shoot before. This would have required weeks of my time.

Anna: How much money did they offer?

[He hesitates for a second. Though he wants to be open and truthful with her, he knows saying the 500% truth here will perhaps lead to a temporary ban on "naked time." Instead, he settles with - ]

TK: Enough.

Anna: How much is enough?

TK: Does it matter? The situation is over. Done. Finished. Let's not fight about this.

[Aggravated, he rises from beach chair and turns his back on his beloved. His current temperament is not all due to her anger towards him, but to his own as well. The money he passed up was an enormous amount, even by his standards. He has always wanted try acting, and this was a huge opportunity for him. No, he isn’t just upset by Anna’s reaction, he is also upset with himself for turning it down.]

TK: I’m going to go back to our room.

[He treads his way back towards their villa, sulking with every step. As Anna watches him, a sigh of relief comes escapes from her lips. It’s not that she wishes him gone, far from it. Anna’s love for him is as strong as that of which has for her, and she wants him in her life - always. However, the thought of marriage frightens her and she has been in a panic ever since Genocide when she stumbled upon her engagement ring by accident. Does she want to spend the rest of her life with this man? Yes, for right now, but will she always feel this way? She is young woman and the thought of a commitment this huge at her age overwhelms her. Deep down she is truly in fear of what her answer will be when he finally pops the question and thankfully for her, that moment is not now.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

"Guest of Honor" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Anonymous)

It's been just days since Genocide took place. A lot of things happened and some didn't. Thunderkiss retained his title, Hunter left for good, Rattlesnake got taken down by a crafty, unknown person, Mr. Red wins the Entertainment Championship again and Danny Mainer makes his way into ACW history by claiming the International Championship.

What didn't happen was the hyped confrontation between Rattlesnake and this anonymous person. What did happen was a cleverly placed sneak attack that left the former Emperor of the Ring down and out.

But today is a new day. And the continuation goes a little something like this...

The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, our masked anonymous guest appears in the spotlights. The fans quickly boo, but he doesn't seem to care. He walks to the ring cockily, like he was on top of the world and for this moment in time, he is. He enters the ring, but due to his mask, no one can see his face.

"Tonight I stand before you all as the one person who truly outsmarted the so-called "Vision of Greatness, " Rattlesnake. It was a perfectly laid out plan. He fell for it and he paid the price. It's sad. He showed so much potential, but he was outsmarted by another. A person that was so clever, not even Rattlesnake could see it coming and I made good on my promise. I gave him something he didn't expect."

Our little friend feels pretty full of himself and for a good reason. He brilliantly proved why he's a genius. But his glory is short-lived.

Without warning, "Blind" hits again and this time Rattlesnake walks out wielding a very familiar weapon...his Snakequalizer. He charges toward the ring, but our mystery friend doesn't move. Rattlesnake slides into the ring...our mystery friend just stands there, holding his ground.

Rattlesnake: Alright you sorry son of a bitch. I've had it with you. After what you did to me at Genocide, I ought to beat the shit out of you.

"Well why don't you try? You've got your little toy right there. Why don't you use it?"

Rattlesnake: Don't you tempt me.

"Come on. Pull it back and swing it. Strike me down with all your anger and we'll see what kind of person you truly are."

Rattlesnake, through all of his frustration and fury, does just that. He pulls the Snakequalizer back and then swings it as hard as he can. With a quick movement, our mystery friend ducks and rolls underneath the swing and hits Rattlesnake with a massive low blow that would make even Chuck Norris weep. Rattlesnake drops the Snakequalizer and falls to the ground face first. Our mystery friend picks up the Snakequalizer and looks down at Rattlesnake. Without thinking of the dangers, he pulls back and comes over his head and slams the Snakequalizer into Rattlesnake lower back. A loud scream of agony wails through the arena.

As the Snakequalizer is lifted from Rattlesnake's back, you can see small chunks of flesh and blood dripping down to he mat. Parents cover their children's eyes quickly befor they can see any more.

"Are you not entertained? You shield your children's eyes and yet, you can't stop looking. You don't want to admit it, but you like what you see. Deep down, this is intriguing to you all."

With another swing, not as strong as the first, the Snakequalizer connects with Rattlesnake spine, just below his neck. Rattlesnake screams for a second before passing out from the pain.

"There's your hero. Lying in the ring like all of you...a zero. Like him, you all make me sick."

The mystery person kneels down to Rattlesnake.

"I know you can hear me and can't do anything about it. How does it feel knowing that twice in the last week you've been outsmarted? Your pride just had to be fucked with. You've been taken down a few notches now. Perhaps you'll treat me with respect the next time we meet."

The mystery person stands up and drops the Snakequalizer. He leaves the ring and walks past EMTs running down to attend to Rattlesnake for the second time in 5 days. As the EMTs take Rattlesnake to the back, it certainly hasn't been a good week for Rattlesnake, but maybe that will change. Maybe it will.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 2: Jason Freeman vs. Alex Richmond (Credit: Showtime)

Heel vs heel matches are always fun... because the fans have free-reign to tell both wrestlers to shut the hell up! It's hard to figure out who would be the fan favorite in this one since one's a rich snob and the other's a prima dona. The bell sounds, and the boos could already be heard even though both men soak in the 'adoration', much to each other's disdain. The two heels meet up in the ring and lock up, and almost immediately, Richmond arm rings Freeman's right arm. The nimble Freeman, however, flips out of it and wrings Richmond's arms before hammerlocking it behind him. This doesn't last too long because Richmond yanks Freeman by the hair with a snapmare before putting him in a rear chinlock, but Freeman quickly escapes and changes it to a grounded hammerlock! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS TECHNICAL WRESTLING!!! Richmond quickly gets to the ropes, forcing the break-up.

Richmond hits the mat before rising back up, rolling his arm before he signals for the test of strength. Lets see, a heel's wanting to go for the test of strength.. Surely, it would be an honorable test to see who is the stronger.. right? Freeman's hesitant at first, but he give in, linking his right hand with Richmond's... So much for fair play because both try to go for a cheap short at the same time, kicking each other in the gut. Both combatants are dazed, but thanks to Freeman's chiseled abs, he recovers in time to give Richmond a drop kick to send him on the canvas before both men get up just in time for Richmond to each another drop kick and roll out of the ring, hitting the apron due to frustration and then kicks the guardrail. He takes full advantage of the the count to walk around the ring while regaining his bearings and thinking about his next course of action while Freeman poses for the fans who... were cheering him surprisingly.

Richmond rolls back into the ring and locks up with his opponent and snatches Freeman in a headlock before backing into the ropes and trying to push Richmond off, but Richmond grabs freeman's hair for leverage before locking the headlock back on, getting reprimanded by the ref for use of the hair. Freeman gives Richmond some kidney shots before pushing Richmond off and sending him bouncing on the ropes.. running into a SWING ARM SLAM BACKBREAKER!! Freeman goes for the cover but only gets two. Richmond's back is feeling that last big mood, but Freeman, ever the Good Samaritan, helps Richmond up and Irish whips him... but he telegraphs the attempted back body toss, allowing Richmond to kick Freeman hard in the chest and then tries to go for an eyepoke. Thanks to Freeman's expertise at being a jerk, Freeman blocks the dirty tactic, laughing in Richmond's face.. only to get poke in the eye with Richmond's free hand before taking advantage by delivering a BRIDGING NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX on Freeman. The ref goes in for the count. 1.... 2.. Freeman punches Richmond in the gut to break up the bridge at two.

Richmond backs Freeman into the corner and unleashes CONNETICUT VIOLENCE on Freeman!! CHOP! PUNCH! CHOP! PUNCH! CHOP PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! Okay, this is getting a little silly. The referee agrees with this and begins to count, and Richmond, of course, takes full advantage by stopping at four. Richmond backs up and Freeman stumbles from the corner.. right into a scoop body slam followed. By a jumping knee drop to the face. Richmond goes for the pin. 1....2... Kickout! Staying on the offensive, Richmond pulls Freeman up, but Freeman gives Richmond a series of punches of his on. Richmond blocks the last one and then pokes Freeman in the eyes yet again before Irish whipping him and then giving Freeman the big LEG LIFT SPINEBUSTER! Richmond goes for another cover. 1......2....3-NO! Only two! Richmond is beside himself and argues with the ref who assures Richmond that it was indeed a two count.

Richmond waits while raising his hand to signal for the Lariat and runs in for it...only eats a JUMPING BICYCLE KICK INSTEAD! Both men are down on the mat as the ref counts. 1...... 2...... 3.... 4.... 5.... 6... Both begin to rise up to and Richmond tries to go for a right only to get a BRAIN CHOP!. When he gets back up, he gets knocked right back down with a BRAIN CHOP! Shades of the Great Tatanka!(HAHA, you thought it was gonna be Khali) When Richmond gets up, Freeman kicks him in the gut and then hooks his arms before breaking Richmond in half with the DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!! Freeman goes for the cover, but he's in disbelief when Richmond kicks out at two. Freeman argues with the referee for long enough for Richmond to sneak in and roll Freeman up with the schoolboy pin.. WHILE HOLDING THE TIGHTS!! 1....2..- BUT THE REFEREE NOTICES THE TIGHTS!

Richmond now releases the pin and he now begins to have a few words with the referee. Freeman sees his opportunity to sneak up on Richmond from behind, but Richmond completes the standing switch and goes for a Victory Roll. He rolls forward but Freeman rolls through and gets Richmond in a pin of his own. Richmond struggles to get free, but manages to kick out RIGHT after the three count.

Winner: Jason Freeman

[BK London]

Segment: Congratulations...I want my rematch (Credit: BK London)

It's Thursday Night Meltdown, and what else is a chairman to do when two of his top talents - Alicia Laureano and Andrew Hunter - leave ACW? Get on the phone and start finding new stars for his company. Gingerdude has been on the phone since noon calling up free agents, hoping to sign some new superstars, until he's interrupted by a very familiar guest. Without knocking, BK London steps into Chairman Gingerdude's office - still sporting a brace around his knee from the attack more than a week ago. On top of that, he was involved in an excrutiating match-up at Saturday's Genocide PPV and he still isn't fully 100%.

But to our surprise, he's attired in his ring gear tonight, and if there's one thing we know about BK London is that he's anxious to get back in the ring with Flamingo. Chairman Gingerdude looks up from his phone and immediately tells the person who's on the other end that he'll call him back, he needs to devote all his attention to this.

Chairman Gingerdude: No, no, no, no...

BK London: I haven't even said anything yet.

Chairman Gingerdude: Your wrestling gear says it all, I'm NOT giving you a rematch with Adrian Flamingo - especially not tonight.

BK London: And why not?!

Chairman Gingerdude: Why not?! You're obviously injured London. You're in no condition to compete tonight, I'm sorry. In the past week and a half ACW has lost two big stars, and I don't need another one leaving. It's just not going to happen.

BK London: Oh come on, I'm twice as tough as Hunter or Alicia.

Chairman Gingerdude: And apparently twice as dumb! I'm not sanctioning any match between you and Flamingo tonight, and that's final.

BK London: Then make it an unsanctioned street fight, how about that?

Chairman Gingerdude: No match! No way! Why don't you understand that your well being is on the line if you step into the ring with Adrian Flamingo again?

He could attempt to find an answer, he does attempts to find an answer, but he's got nothing. Could it be his testosterones running rampant? Adrenaline running high? Whatever it is, it's making him act a bit crazy, and he realizes that now. He can see the concern on the face of Gingerdude as he stands on the other side of his table, and BK London backs down a bit. He hates it when he knows he's wrong.

But that doesn't stop him from thinking of an alternate solution.

BK London: Fallen Heroes...

Chairman Gingerdude: What?

BK London: I want him at Fallen Heroes, no strings attached, just me and him.

Chairman Gingerdude: Isn't it bad enough that you two signed up for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal? Don't you want a shot at the ACW Championship at Omega Effect IV? Don't you want to head to that main event once again, the place where you were cheated last year, where the downward spiral began.

It's mighty tempting, another shot at that championship would be a feather in his cap. He would like to be the 1st person to win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal twice. But it's not tempting enough.

BK London: I don't want to have to go through 28 other guys to get to Adrian Flamingo, Gingerdude. I want him at the the pay-per view, face to face, mano y mano.

Chairman Gingerdude: I'll tell you what, I'll think about it, ok, I'll think about it.

And with that, BK London finally makes his exit. Gingerdude drops himself backwards in his plush leather chair and takes in a deep breath. It's going to be one long night.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Great Space War Part 2: The Filler Stuff.

In Space...

The rockets are still blaring as the ship finally gets out of the atmosphere. The two controllers slow down the ship and now they are at a slow, steady pace toward the enemy. The question now is, just who is this enemy? Well, lets listen in as Zapp tells the crew the plan. The 8 men not controlling the ship are sitting at a round table at the center of the ship.

Zapp: Under my elite control, you will all win this battle. But not because you are good soldiers, but because of my command. And with my command comes great victory. At...any...cost. So, if you find yourself dying, do not retreat as it will all be part of the plan to have a great future filled with Zapp Brannigan.

A man wearing a full body suit and mask speaks up.

Guy: But...why don't you just look at the history books in the future and tell us the great plan?

Zapp: Because books are for two people: Readers and people who read books. I like your attitude solider, whats your name?

Guy: Colonel Sanders, sir.

Zapp: Hmm....would you happen to be the same colo-

Col. Sanders: No, that would be a coincidence.

Zapp: Alright Sanders. I don't care if you don't like chicken as long as you get the job done I'll appreciate you. Now gentlemen, I think its about time to talk about Brannigan's Law.

John: Whats that?

Zapp: With Brannigan's Law I choose not to pretend to understand it, but I will merely enforce it. And that is something else I will do..at...all..costs.

X: Is there anything you won't do at all costs?

Zapp: You see Brannigan's Law is like Brannigan's love, hard and fast. And I want all of you to be hard and fast when you take down those alien spaceships.

Guy: What is the enemy?

Zapp: Thats for me to know and for you to destroy. But men, I will be able to tell you where we are headed. We're going to Mars!

Another Guy: Wow really? I've always wanted to go to Mars, I think it would be lovely just to sit there and *Smack*

Another solider hits him across the head.

Soldier: Thats not what we are here for. I wanna destroy this "enemy" at all costs, even if that means killing you captain.

The soldier walks off.

Zapp: Jeez, whats his problem?

John: Oh him? He's always bitter. He always needs to find a way to fight somehow. I guess thats why he's here.

X: That guy is going to be the death of us I know it.

Control guy: Captain, there are enemies appearing on radar.

Zapp: What? That can't be, we are not even close to Mars.

Zapp stands up and rushes to look out the window. What he sees are 4 ships flying at him. Zapp presses a button that says "Emergency defenses". The ship transforms from what looked like a "Normal" transport ship to a ship full of guns and heavy weapons. Zapp looks confident but quietly starts to panic as the opposing ships appear. Just who are in these ships? Wait until next time to find out!

End.

[BK London]

Segment “Who Do You Trust?” Credit: Black & White / T-Train / T-Kiss

[After a short errand run, the World Champion returns to his locker room to find a most peculiar note stuck on its door. Its from Anna, and it requests his presence in locker room 312, located in the abandoned wing of the arena. He finds it kind of odd that Anna would communicate with him in this manner but he ventures off to find her none the less. Within a minutes time he arrives to his destination and carefully surveys his surroundings.]

Thunderkiss: Anna.... hello?

[He opens the door to the room and peers into nothing but blackness. Something isn’t right here, he can feel it. Normally he’d back away from this situation all together, but concern for his beloved drives him directly into the shadows. Deeper in he goes, his hand traveling along the wall in search for a light switch. He breathes a sigh of relief the moment in which he believes he finds one, but that relief quickly turns into panic as he flips it. Instead of illuminating the room, the switch causes the door to slam violently shut.]

TK: The HELL?!

[Surrounded in absolute darkness, fear begins to creep its way into his heart. In a panic he rushes the door and begins to drive his shoulder into it to no avail. He kicks, punches and even claws. No matter what and how hard he tries the door will not budge. He has fallen into a trap, and it doesn’t take him long to figure out just who set it.]

Black & White: Sorry about all the drama here Thunderkiss, but my heart cannot bear to watch you run away from me again. You are such a hard man to catch and now that I have you I don’t want to ever let you go.

[He’s had enough. One of the most prominent hunters in ACW history has been turned into the hunted and it’s a very bitter pill to swallow. Standing his ground, he beats his chest and yells out - ]

TK: You want me? We’ll here I am! Come out, be a man!

Black & White *laughing*: Oh I’m afraid that’s impossible. This room already has too much manliness in it!

~!~SLURP~!~

TK: Get use to making that sound because that’s exactly what you’re going to hear when I knock your teeth down your throat!

Black & White: Now is that any way to treat little ol’ me? I’m just an awestruck fan who desperately wants your attention. Perhaps if you would have given me some a while back we wouldn’t be here right now.

TK: Oh don’t worry, you have ALL my attention now freak.

Black & White: Oh I’m not so sure about that. I’ve seen the way you look at your little girlfriend. It makes me jealous. I want you to look at me like you look at her.

TK: You stay the FUCK away from her!

Black & White: Or you’ll do what? Hurt me? How can you hurt a shadow Thunderkiss? I am no one yet everyone. I am surrounding you at all times, watching your every move. I see you rise in the morning and sleep in the evening. I’m always watching, always with you my sweet prince.

TK: Stop with the mind games. If you knew me so well then you’d know I don’t fall for this bullshit.

Black & White: Oh you’re going to fall alright, head over heals in love for me. Now come on, give me a hug.

[With no warning, TK feels something bump into him from behind. In pure instinct, he pivots his body around on its right leg and sends a hellacious punch flying in the opposite direction. Both the sound he hears and the pressure on his fist let him know his attack was successful. However, before he can let out a triumphant yell, the lights in the room suddenly flicker on and what he sees laying near his feet causes him to almost swallow his tongue in disbelief.]

TK: TRAIN!

[Bound, gagged and laying near his feet is his body guard. It only takes a quick glance to realize he is most definitely not Black and White, but rather another one of his victims.]

Black & White *laughing*: Hahahahaha, as you can see Thunderkiss, I could be anyone. Even those very close to you. So tell me, who DO you trust? Who do you have the most faith in?

[His blood boils. Rising from his friend he finally takes the appropriate time to scan the room. Hoping to see his new found nemesis and put his foot up his ass, disappointment sets in when he sees nothing but a surveillance camera in the corner of the room and a set of speakers hanging from the ceiling.]

TK: Myself.

[Grabbing the nearest object next to him, which happens to be a chair, Thunderkiss sends it flying into the camera. It shatters into pieces upon impact and he can only hope the message was received loud and clear. He then hears a most peculiar sound.]

Thunder Train: *Hrmph!*

TK: Train! Oh shi-

[He bends down and unties the gag around his good friends mouth, fearful at what he might say to him. Accident or not, he did just deck him after all...]

Thunder Train: DAMN MAN!

TK: Train, I’m SO sorry. I had no clue.... Look, I’ll buy you some dinner, okay?

Thunder Train: Alright. Now untie the rest of me!

TK: You got it. So what the hell happened?

Thunder Train: I was in our locker room getting dressed and then suddenly everything went black. The next thing I knew, I was in here. That’s all I can remember.

[TK pulls the Train up onto his feet.]

TK: Come on, lets get the fuck out of here.

[FADE]