Thursday Night Meltdown April 3rd 2008

[BK London]

Segment: D-D-Do you have them? GUTS! (Credit: Chef)

The segment opens backstage where Charlotte King waits. In the back round various cheers are heard and they gradually get louder. Soon its obvious that the man cheering is Thunder Train. Coming off his win he seems excited and has something on his mind to say. With sweat dripping off him he stands next to Charlotte.

Thunder Train: YOU SEE THAT BABY? Shorty got owned!

Charlotte: Congratulations. Your confidence seemed up after your loss against BK earlier this week. Now that you--

Thunder Train stops her mid-sentence.

Thunder Train: Whoa, wait a second. "Loss against BK." He got lucky. That's it. You see I had a piece of Pie stuck in my tooth from earlier and it distracted me. AND I had some dust in my eye also.

Charlotte: So, it was a fluke?

Thunder Train: Jeez woman. Yes! It was a fluke! BK could never beat the Train! Next time we get into the ring the result will be London getting hit by the Train! WHOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOO

Charlotte: So...back on your match...

Thunder Train: You see, I'm done with that match. I think it's time to move on with my career. I said to myself, "How can I do that. I mean Danny Mainer holds the International title and my good buddy holds the World Title. What title can I challenge for now?" Then it hit me. The Entertainment Championship. So...Mr. Red, I'm gonna give you a few days to think about it. On Monday meet me out there in that ring, if you got the guts of course to accept my challenge.

Charlotte: Train, why don't you concentrate more on winning Fallen Heroes?

Thunder Train: Ahh, very good question. You see at Fallen Heroes, I have to go through 29 other guys to win it. I have all the confidence in the world right now, but still. You get some doubts on if you can really outlast 29 other hunger challengers. I know everyone else in that match is hungry, because in today's world, money is power, and power lies in having the World Championship. That power is something not easily granted. Now, I will do everything in my power to make sure I win that match, but it's not a guarantee I will win. However, no offense to Red. I think...no I know, I can beat him. And after I do all the gold will belong to the Entourage!

With those final remarks, Train walks off to go get cleaned up after his match. And now that the challenge has been laid out, will Mr. Red accept?

Fade to black....

[BK London]

Match 3: Mr. Red vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Danny Mainer)

MATCH OPENER:
Danny got average heel heat this week and Reds got a decent face pop. Red took over the early going by attempting to Mat-Wrestle with Danny but after this failed hard, Red kicked Danny in the gut and then hit a snap German Suplex to plant Danny to the floor. Things went worse for The King after he had Danny on his feet backing him to the ropes with a Knife Edge Chop and punching Combo followed by a Rear Naked Choke attempt which Danny did a backward roll before sitting him up and slapping on a Seated Sleeper Hold which looked like Danny had him KO’d early on but Red rolled around and elbowed his way out before twirling Danny around and hitting a Back-Brain Dropkick to the head followed by a 2-count near-fall. After this failed he hit a Bridging German Suplex to get yet another close 2-count but Danny somehow found the will-power to kick out.

MATCH MID-SECTION:
Kick to the face and Danny Mainer was sat in the corner as Red wailed on him. Occasionally he would get a strike in but Red was soon to stub him out. Red whipped him into a corner but Danny leaped top rope and laid Red out with a Mainer Airlines: 1st Class and when Red revived, Danny was stalking him in the corner from centre of the ring before flipping him onto his spine with a ManBearPlex. After that he smashed his arm with a few Cross Armbreaker attempts and a successful Loanshark Style Collection. Red stumbled slowly to his feet after a Diamond City Suplex which left him disorientated. He nearly fell over but holding onto the top rope but he regained his composure and stumbled backwards into the centre of the ring and when he turned around Danny spring boarded into a Satellite Octopus Hold which really screwed up Red’s arm as he twisted the hold. Red broke out though by charging into the turnbuckle driving Danny’s spine before hoisting him into a Slide to Home smashing him in with that sliding kick to the mouth. Danny collapsed to the floor and Red got a narrow 2-count.

MATCH END:
Danny was backed into a corner after Red snapped a British Fall DDT following a Front Backbreaker which came THIS close to scoring a 2-count. Danny was thrown back first into the corner and a Turnbuckle Clothesline attempt was countered into a boot in the mouth for Red. Red stumbled out of the corner and Danny lunged forward for The Vegas Black out but Red hit the deck and the referee got booted. Danny then turned around and Red tried to hit him with a throat-thrust but it got turned into a Loanshark Style Collection and with Red down and distracted he left the ring and decked Red with the chair. Danny then hit Red with a Scoop Slam before slapping in The Vegas Vice as the referee revived. Red had no choice but to tap out.

WINNER: Danny Mainer VIA Vegas Vice. (13:24)

[BK London]

Segment: True Preparation. (Credit: The Second Coming)

The scene opens up in the backstage area, interestingly enough. Of course, this is where the main attraction within the whole of ACW lies - this is where the greatest group of talented individuals in the history of ACW are located - this where The Second Coming can be found. Wait a second, not the Entourage? Not the Senatorial Stable? That's right! The Second Coming! The subject of interest is not the locker room for once - oh no! It is the training room! Bah, gawd we are going to get to see the entire stable in action - how exciting! Of course, Taylor and Showtime can be seen in the room already. All there really is in the room is a ring toward the centre and benches touching the walls. It isn't long until Fallen shows up with a slightly puzzled look on his face. Showtime and Taylor can be seen Muay Thai sparring in the centre of the ring with Showtime wearing protective mits on his hands and shins. Fallen of course doesn't have a clue what the pair are doing and demands an explanation immediately!

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Are you two trying to choreograph some kind of crazy dance number? It looks horrible if you ask me.

Taylor strikes one final knee into the right mit on Showtime's right hand before both men turn to respond to their stable mate.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fallen, my fine man! How are you today?

Fallen looks a bit weirded out, while Showtime seems to accept... seeing how he's been dealing with Mary Poppins-mode Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Don't be silly, this is the fine art of Muay Thai! Why, you should have a go Fallen, it's a fantastic striking art!

Why is Taylor trying to be delightful? Such a scene would freak out anyone, even Fallen!

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Did something horrible happen? Why are you trying to be like a british nanny? What happened to the asshole I knew and grew accustomed to insulting?

Fallen adjusts his gaze from Taylor to Showtime as Taylor and Showtime exit the ring and approach Fallen.

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Did you drug him, Showtime? Something clearly is screwed up here! Is this some kind of clone of the original Taylor? Designed to be cool instead of a bitch?

Showtime attempts to answer but Taylor decides to respond for himself stepping forward.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No! I am simply in a happier mood than usual, that is all! I merely figured it may be more productive if instead of ranting I were a bit nicer!

Just as Taylor finishes his sentence there is a large crash at the door - the final stable members arrive - and Savich doesn't look to happy. Savich has an expression of anger on his face, and while Limelight is emotionless as usual he does walk at a faster pace towards the rest of the stable.

Ryan Cooper: Damn, man! Every time I see Limelight, a door gets destroyed!

Nicholas Savich: Taylor this better be REAL important!

Taylor shakes his head as Fallen looks a bit unnerved.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Of course, it's important Nick - why else would I request your presence?!

Nicholas Savich: To bitch at me some more about pointless things all because you weren't hugged as a child? I don't know! After last week, I wouldn't be surprised if that's why we are here!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fallen Heroes, that's why! See, I figured instead of us all doing individual training, it would benefit the stable as a whole if we all did a workout together! I figured that instead of being at each other's throats it would be more beneficiary to our goals if we were a bit more close together!

Savich looks on in disbelief as Showtime seem to have accepted it. Fallen, on the other hand, seems to be shaking his head at the idea.

Nicholas Savich: How about this for a goal Taylor. Train on your own time and save your energy for matches that you actually stand a shot in, like tonights tag match for example!

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: He has a point there, Taylor. If you want to do some productive training tonight you'd be better off doing strategy with Savich.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo man, cut JT some slack - I got him to chill out a bit more and all you can do is knock him back down some more. Man, I like this version of JT! Hell, he even made tea and crumpets! Give him some props. Least he's making an effort, all I'm saying.

The others all look on at Nicholas who keeps shaking his head.

Nicholas Savich Way I see it, that match is every man for himself and that's the way it should be!

Savich does not give into Taylor's request and he shrugs his shoulders and sighs at the non cooperating attitude of Nicholas Savich.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Come on! Let's get to work..

Taylor suddenly gets on his hands and knees as the other members look on perplexed. Taylor crawls under the ring and disappears. A few moments pass and the other members continue to stare at the spot where Taylor disappeared seconds ago. Finally he appears, and it looks like he went under the ring for no reason - until he turns around and drags out what appears to be a stand with a load of paper sheets on.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo, JT what the fuck is this, man? A list of all the dudes you've pissed off in life? Whatever happened to training?

Taylor smiles as he stands up, standing up the stand in the process which displays a blank shirt of paper at the front.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ah, but we are training Showtime! The only thing is; I didn't say what kind of training we were doing!

Nicholas Savich: Ugh ... Paper? Paper! Seriously, are you JOKING right now? You think pieces of thin, near weightless paper is going to help you train for a battle royale where you need to throw guys up to 350 pounds or so over the top rope!? This is just stupid.

Taylor ignores Savich's hostility and continues to look smug.

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Well, since your mind is set on us training and you have some idiotic idea in mind of how we should, why the fuck should we waste our time?!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: How about you guys shut up and actually let me get on with this, ok!

Before they can respond Taylor flips over the blank piece of paper to reveal another piece.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: This here is the Senatorial Stable!

Nicholas Savich: And this here is me about to shove my boot up your ass!

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Classy, Nick.

Ryan Cooper: Damn, Savich. Why you gotta take this back to grade school? We're all well-conditioned athletes! If you need to chill, lemme roll a fat one, and we'll get this resolved.

Something inside of Taylor appears to snap as his expression immediately changes, something that stops Cooper before he even takes a first step.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: FUCK YOU SAVICH, FUCK YOU!

Fallen lights up and Cooper grins.

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Oh wonderful joy. Taylor is back to normal...

Ryan Cooper: Wait... It's too early to celebrate, man. He's not officially back until he throws something across the room..

Taylor picks up at the stand and throws it sending it crash into the wall immediately adjacent.

Ryan Cooper: Now he's back.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I tried to be nicer and bring the stable together more, but sod it! Taylor is Taylor and I ain't changing shit for no one.

The trademark smirk reappears on the face of Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: So, Savich - how you try executing your last comment and see where that gets you, prick!

Showtime looks concerned about the friction between Savich and Taylor.. despite still laughing his ass off at the situation.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Guys, guys!! As funny as this is, chill! Come on, this is what the other people on the roster want! They want the Second Coming to crumble. Stop fighting like a bunch of bitches with heavy flows! Now, I propose a truce.. Some sticky icky icky and some surgically enhanced titties.. at the strip club! Now lets get wit' it.

Savich seems less than impressed be what Showtime and Taylor have to say.

Nicholas Savich: Sorry to disappoint you, Taylor but you've wasted enough of my time already! I hope you have your head together out there tonight because believe me if we lose you'll be needing to be putting it back together after Limelight shatters your skull against the wall!

Savich gestures for Limelight to leave and follows him.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ha, the only thing I need to worry about tonight is that you and Limey there don't run away from Zero again!

Savich turns around to respond, but decides to ignore Taylor and continue on until they exit the room.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Ah, fuck.. Did you really have to say that, JT?

Fallen Souls | The Unappreciated One: Is it really that surprising from Taylor? He's an insane self-absorbed person who loves to rant! It's his thing! Still..what the hell are you going to do if Nick DOES sick Limelight on you?

Fallen chuckles while Showtime crosses his arms, curious as to what Taylor has planned. Too bad Taylor doesn't seem to give two shits, as per usual.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Slap the Triangle of Perfection and choke him the fuck out of course!

If only things were that simple...

Fade.

[BK London]

OTA Segment: Big Business Part 3 (credit: Jonny Hughes)

Tuesday April 1st
11.01pm

Hughes surveys the apparent location for his 'lucrative business transaction' and he is less than impressed, all around him he sees lewd and drunken people embarrassing themselves by trying to dance along to the generic disco music that is playing over the speakers. The room seems to filled with clichés from the seventies, ranging from the unnecessarily tight trousers that every men seems to be wearing to the tie died dresses what the majority of the women are clothed in. Just as Hughes is thinking this club could not be any less appropriate for him he glances towards the high ceiling to see caged dancers of both genders gyrating away in time with the music.

'This is it'[/color] Hughes thinks,'This is the single worst place in the world'[/color].

He slowly makes his way towards the bar area, he in need of something stiff to get him through his time here, as he passes the crowds of people he generates a few sniggers, in his sharp business suit he is clearly over dressed for this type of establishment. Hughes simply shrugs off the sniggers, having endured much worse in his ACW tenure, and sits at the bar before ordering that stiff drink.

Barman: What can I get you brother?

Hughes: I'll have a Water please.

The barman looks confused at Hughes' request and chooses to ask again in case he heard him incorrectly.

Barman: Come Again?

Hughes: A glass of water please.

Barman: A Water?! Man, that would the first soft drink I'd have served all night. Why not have some Jack Daniels or something man?

Hughes: A water will be fine thank you.

Barman: Don't be a square man order yourself somethin-

Hughes: I'd rather be a 'square' than whatever shape you are. Now, I ordered water so get me water. I have an important business meeting and I want to be adequately prepared for it.

The Barman looks disgruntled as he makes his way over towards the soft drinks dispenser, he hastily fills the glass and places it in front of Hughes who thanks him. Hughes' attention is suddenly diverted when Funkytown by Lipps Inc plays over the sound system to a chorus of high pitched, euphoric screams from the ladies present. Hughes watches as they all rush towards the centre stage, they all wait with baited breath for someone to emerge. Hughes takes a quick sip from his drink but nearly chokes on his drink as he is taken aback by the sudden screams coming from centre stage, he quickly turns to see a sight he certainly didn't want to see, a slightly overweight and very hairy man 'grooving' in hideously tight and figure hugging clothes. A look of disgust quickly engulfs Hughes' face as he looks on in disbelief at the pandemonium that is taking place. He shakes his head in disgust and turns back towards the bar to engage in some more mind numbing conversation with the barman.

Barman: He's one of our best.

Hughes: I hope I don't get to see your worst.

Barman: You said you had a business meeting?

Hughes: Yes, do you know of anyone who is waiting for a meeting?

Barman: Not unless you're the guy that Mister Siano is meeting after his shift.

Hughes: Mister Siano? Who is Mister Siano?

The barman gestures towards the stage behind Hughes just as the PA system sounds in.

Ladies and Gentlemen. Give it up for Buddy Siano.

Hughes looks on in abject terror as the tubby dancer from earlier is picking up pairs of ladies lingerie from the stage and is stuffing them in his pockets. He motions towards the bar before making his way off stage and out of sight. The camera switches back to Hughes who is stuck for words. He quickly downs his drink before we fade to black.

Fade

[BK London]

Segment: “Exposed” Credit: ~Aj/Black and White

[It’s the night before Meltdown. Having touchdown on the Island earlier than usual, our World Champion finds himself in his cozy little apartment not far from the coastline. Without Anna or any of his comrades to talk to, his night has been a complete bore. To break up the monotony in his current dwelling, he does what any of us would do in his situation - surf the internet. Opening the CD tray on his tower, Aiden pops in his favorite disc to serve as a backdrop to his browsing.]

~ Singing in the classes, music for the masses. Give no head? ~

Aiden *singing*: No backstage passes! [/b]

~ Have a proper giggle, I’ll be quite polite. But when I rock the mic, I rock the mic - ~

Aiden *singing*: Right![/b]

[Desiring to see what fandom has to say about him, Aiden Googles his name and begins to sift through countless hours of endless drivel. Suddenly, a chiming noise emanates from the computer’s speakers, alerting him to an incoming message. A few clicks later he is looking at his e-mail inbox; his scroll bar inching its way downwards in an effort to find it. The bold font plays the role of “X marks the spot,” though in a matter of a few seconds he wishes this message would have stayed buried.]

Message: To my sweet prince.
Sender: Black & White

Aiden: What the HELL? [/b]

[He thinks twice about opening the e-mail. Black and White has been able to wreck almost every facet of his life so it would only make sense for him to now attack him in the virtual world. However, deep down he knows that ignoring the issue will not make it go away. This e-mail may contain something important such as dire information or a clue. With his virus protection upped to the tenth degree, Aiden double clicks on the subject line.]

My Dear Aiden,
Over the last few weeks I have gotten to know you much better, but it has come at a price. My heart absolutely aches when we are away from one another. In your absence I have fallen into a vortex of despair and depression. I cannot live without you! Anyway, I took some most delicious pictures from our little rendezvous last Monday when you were sleeping like a baby. I hope that you don’t mind that I’ve decided to share these with the world. I just couldn’t keep something this big to myself.

Faithfully yours forever,
Black & White

Aiden: No. NO! NO! [/b]

[He has opened the attachment and is not at all pleased about what he sees. Residing on his screen is a part of his body that he is quite familiar with (and countless others, for that matter). In sheer desperation, he picks up his phone and dials the only man he knows can help him during his darkest hour.]

~ 15 minutes later ~

*Knock,Knock*

Kevin Anderson: Hey Thunderk -

[Before Anderson can finish his greeting he grabbed by his tie and violently yanked straight into Aiden’s apartment. There, he almost chokes on his chewing gum as he comes face to face with a man he doesn’t recognize, but yet is extremely familiar with.]

Kevin Anderson: TK?! What the hell happened to you?!

[Aiden ignores his question and instead scurries over to his computer. Pointing at it with a trembling index finger, he howls out - ]

Aiden *shouting*: I AM VERY CROSS ABOUT THIS! [/b]

Kevin: Okay, first you need to settle down. I can’t help you if you won’t relax!

Aiden: You relax! MY COCK IS PLASTERED ALL OVER THE INTERNET![/b]

Kevin: I’ll see what I can do...

[Kevin takes a seat behind Aiden’s computer. To show he means business, he cracks his knuckles a few times before placing them on the keyboard, the sign of any true professional. For almost 30 minutes he goes to town, searching websites, running tracers and digging through log files. Throughout the duration of this process, Aiden paces back and forth like a caged animal, making Kevin even more nervous than need be. At the conclusion of his investigation “The Internet” spins a 180 in his chair and removes his glasses, cleaning them upon his dress shirt as he reveals his findings.]

Kevin: Well I have some good news and bad news. Which do you prefer first?

Aiden: Hit me with the bad news. [/b]

Kevin: Okay. Your uhhhh, “junk” -

Aiden *interrupting*: Oh Christ Anderson, I think you’re mature enough to say "penis."[/b]

Kevin: I’d rather not.

[Humored, Aiden leans into Kevin’s ear.]

Aiden: PENISPENISPENISPENISPENIS. [/b]

[Not wanting to endure another second of this, Anderson throws his hands in a most dramatic like fashion to signal he gives up.]

Kevin: Alright, PENIS! Okay? Are you happy now?

Aiden: Totally. [/b]

Kevin: Your penis is now on the hard drives of millions of people worldwide. It’s out there and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it now.

Aiden: And the good news?[/b]

Kevin: I just saved you a ton of money on your car -

Aiden *furious*: I KNEW it! Out! OUT! [/b]

[Aiden grabs Anderson by his tie once again, only this time he drags in him the opposite direction. Thrusting Kevin out of his apartment with both hands, Aiden slams the door behind him and then rubs his fingers across his temples in an effort to fight back a massive migraine that has slowly been building inside his head.

He’s been in physical battles that will be remembered long after he’s gone and has always managed to come out the victor. Now facing a battle of the mind, his confidence in himself has begun to deteriorate and thoughts of failure slowly creep into his brain. Unable to cope with these feelings, he retreats himself to his refrigerator where he becomes best friends with a bottle of Lancers. Time to drown the sorrows away.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: Rage Against The System (Credit: FSX)

Though things haven't gone as all the way the Fallen planned them too thus far this evening, it doesn't stop the former international champion from having a back-up plan. As Ginger went out of his way to remove Fallen from his sight, it was said that he would have his revenge. Though he most likely was just quoting some kind of bland and tasteless action movie, it's equally likely that Fallen is going to do something devious in order to have his demands met. This has quickly gone array from the initial noble sentiment that Fallen was attempting to get across, or at least many assumed he was attempting to get across. It has deteriorated into a crusade for FSX himself to receive an undeserved and special place in the Rumble himself, and he'll do whatever it takes to do so. Especially if it involves zany results and appearances by B-list celebrities, because that's just the kinda guy he is! Still, many had to wonder just what he had in mind if he did indeed plan on enacting revenge. Would it have something to do with a suicide cult? As loud noises are suddenly heard in the distance, and many are heard screaming out for help, one might think that it's the case.

FSX: WE MARCH....FOR OUR FREEEEDOM!!!

With another loud cry and the sound of several individuals being trampled, it seems as if Fallen has gone Braveheart on our asses and is leading an army to take down the evil that is Ginger! Has he corrupted the minds of the young to follow him? Has he become a leader of a new generation? Has he collected a rag tag group of bored backstage workers? THE THIRD ONE! Still, it's quite surprising that their are so many as dozens upon dozens of men follow Fallen in stride down a narrow hallway, trampling and stomping down those that don't join the march in process! As they continue recklessly down the hallway, they come to a stop outside the office of the Chairman, groaning and yelling obscenities as they stand their.

FSX: GIIIIINGER! Get out here and see what you made me do!

Protester #1: Yeah, come out to plaaaaaaay!

Protester #2: We won't bite! We'll just KILL YOU!

FSX: What? No, guys, we're just here to protest the travesty that is his bias!

Protester #2: We're gonna perform sexual acts on your rotting corpse after we kill you!

FSX: Woah..guy..calm down. We're just protesting.

As Fallen seems a bit distant to his own cause at the blind and enraged cries of his followers, the door to Ginger's office swings open and he stands their with a look of disgust on his face as he looks over the crowd.

Ginger: What the hell is this?!

FSX: I've gathered everyone in the back that disagrees with your decision to give BK and Flamingo special treatment!

Protester #1: Yeah! That shit is wrong!

Protester # 45: I also agree. We're here for change, motherfucker!

Ginger: I see...

A smirk comes to Fallen's face as Ginger surveys the crowd and looks quite a bit upset at all the angry faces staring back at him, before simply shrugging and smiling to them again.

Ginger: I guess I'll have no choice but to fire you all then. Too bad.

Protester #2: W...what? You can't do that!

Protester #1: Oh my god! I'm sorry, man! I was just kidding around!

FSX: Come on guys, he's just bluff--

Protester #4: ALL HAIL THE BOSS! Speaking of which, I gotta get back to work. Bye!

FSX: What? You guys can't just leave like that! He's only bluffing!

Despite the fact it was an obvious scare tactic by the Chairman, and he'd have no way of figuring out the names of all those that had appeared to protest, it wasn't even a minute later that everyone had rushed off from the scene, and I do mean EVERYONE! Leaving Fallen standing their alone in shock, he seems to be quite frustrated as Ginger laughed to himself.

Ginger: Too easy, Fallen. I'll be getting back to work now.

FSX: Hold up!! More people will come! Others will fight this injustice with me!

Ginger: Sure, you keep telling yourself that.

FSX: They will! Others will come and see the truth! They'll support me, you'll see! Just you wait!

Not waiting another moment for Fallen's protest to kick in, Ginger simply shakes his head and returns to his office. Though Fallen looks quite a bit discouraged by the fact his giant group left so easily, he continues to stand their in a silent protest for a few moments. Looking around after awhile as he seems to feel quite awkward standing their alone, he sulks and looks to the ground. Appearing about to give up, Fallen begins to walk away from the victorious Chairman's office. That was of course, until he heard a sound in the distance. A chant of support! Maybe things were going to work out after all!

FSX: I knew more people would come to support the cause! There's still hope!

As the chanting grew closer and closer, however, it might not be as supportive as it first seemed. In fact, it might actually cause a hindrance to Fallen's struggle as it almost seems to be quite evil and anti-semetic. Was the Ku Klux Klan coming to ruin the day once again? Well, if that was the case Fallen could always go on a shooting rampage for everyone to enjoy. As the group of individuals marched closer and closer, Fallen's eyes opened in awe as he took a few steps back to create a distance from them. They must of been hideous, because they were all wearing masks! Aside from that, they also seemed to be doing some form of Nazi march and Hitler salute! That can only mean one thing!!

FSX: Oh no!! It's the mutant Nazi's! They've come to destroy the world from the future! DAMN YOU, ROBO HITLER! The present won't succumb to your evil demands!

Regardless of the fact that all of that was very impossible, it didn't stop Fallen from looking on in fear at the marching troops. Could Hitler possibly of been revived in the future and sent back a mutant army of Germans to take over the present? No, that's just stupid. Their chant doesn't seem to have anything to do with Hitler, anyway...

Group: FUCK YEAH, SEAKING! FUCK YEAH, SEAKING! FUCK YEAH, SEAKING!

FSX: Has Hitler fused himself with Pokemon in the future in order to take over the mind of children? OH NO! We're doomed!

Just as it appears that Fallen is to have a nervous breakdown and drop down to the floor in tears, the leader of the march steps away from the group and walks over to Fallen, patting him on the back.

Man: Not to worry, my friend! We have come to support your cause!

FSX: Future Nazi's hate Ginger too..?

Man: No no, my friend! We are the Anonymous. It's our job to have fun in protest of Scientology!

FSX: Oh...so your just a bunch of nerds in masks. This isn't a protest of Scientology, though. It's a protest of ACW's Chairman.

Anon Leader: Really? Oh...huh. Guess it's not really appropriate for us to appear then.

They stand their in an awkward silence as they stare to each other well the other Anon continue their pointless march in a circle, before Fallen shrugs.

FSX: Well, do you want to protest this with me? It will make you look like less of an ass for bringing these guys to the wrong place.

Anon Leader: Yeah..probably for the best we do.

FSX: Alright then...LET'S CHANGE THINGS!

Oh that Fallen Souls! What has he got himself into this time around? Aligning himself with a group of 4chan crazy people? You'd think this was an ode to someone or other! Either way, it doesn't change the fact that Fallen has a real protest going on at this point! Even if it's inherently over something completely different, it doesn't change the fact that this is bound to get the point across to Ginger! But will Fallen manage to succeed in changing something that is already underway? Or will he fail miserably and be stuck with a bunch of pointless sidekicks for the rest of the night? Only time will tell, but hopefully we'll get an answer tonight!

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: Welcome Back! (Credit: Sarin)

Four days ago, Sarin flew to the arena from her residence in Paris to finalize her paperwork with Gingerdude. By pure chance, she happened upon a television set broadcasting the in-ring goings-on. Never one to back down from a challenge, Sarin scrawled her signature across the final contract and sprinted to ringside just in time to make Mainer see stars. Such momentous actions have large consequences, and the ensuing media frenzy skyrocketed the beleagured young star back into a prominent constellation. Bombarded with e-mails, fan mail, and photogs yammering for a picture, Sarin's week was a whirlwind of crazy. With every professional wrestling news site feeding erroneous rumors concerning her return, Sarin owes her fans the truth.

Dressed in a simple little black dress, Sarin walks to the backstage corridor designated for interviews. Relieved that her interviewee isn't sadistic, egomaniacal, or chauvinistic, Charlotte King taps her microphone for a quick sound check before addressing the ACW audience--resplendent as ever with a bright, toothy smile.

Charlotte: I'm backstage with former World Tag Team Champion, Sarin Rossi. Sarin, everyone is clamoring to know, what is the reason behind your explosive return?

Sarin's cheeks tinge a light shade of red, a subtle physical reaction to her mounting nerves.

Sarin: I did so much in my two-yearlong hiatus from the business. Everything was exciting and new, and I met wonderful people, but my heart always yearned for the thrill of combat. My body feels great; I'm in my prime, so why not? Plus, how could I stay away from our incredible fans?

As expected, there is a considerable pop from the crowd, and Charlotte pauses for the outburst to die down.

Charlotte: You mention your broadening range of activities. You were a runner up on Dancing with the Stars and now a Goodwill Ambassador for UNHRC. How did you get involved in this program?

Sarin: Ah, some of us, the contestants, were asked to perform for the troops in Iraq as part of a USO tour. A few days before the show, I followed UNHRC representatives to visit a community of displaced refugees, people torn from their homes and utterly at a loss as to what to do next. I guess my outrage concerning the injustice of it all drew the attention of the representatives, and they asked if I would be interested in coordinating efforts to draw attention to the plight of these people.

Charlotte: You're leaving after Meltdown and boarding a plane to Iraq to meet with more UNHRC representatives. What is your goal for this trip?

Sarin: We're trying to formulate some semblance of a plan on what needs to be done. There's a lot of talk, a lot of discussion, but nobody really seems to be working on providing a solution for this crisis--which has such far reaching consequences for the Middle East, Israel, and the United States.

Impressed by her vigor and clarity, Charlotte hurries on to the next question.

Charlotte: Back to your return to wrestling, you pinned current International Champion Danny Mainer in a record seven seconds, earning yourself a title match at Fallen Heroes. What is your main drive for winning this belt?

Sarin: I competed fairly exclusively in the tag division...oh, I had a few singles matches here and there, and I grew accustomed to that fast-paced ring action. I'd like to try my hand fighting one-on-one matches, and Mainer presented a perfect opportunity to do so. I have a lot of respect for the International Title; it has been held by numerous ACW legends. I would be honored to carry on that legacy.

Charlotte: LordsOfPain.net reported sightings of you in various Aikido dojos throughout the globe. Can you validate these reports, and if so, can we expect to see a different Sarin Rossi in the ring?

Sarin: Yes! I am crafting an Aikido-based style, returning to my 'Scarlet' roots. My time away from the arena enabled me to hone in on my strengths. I'm excited to show what I've learned and polished. My next match should be really fun!

Though her speech is bubbly, there's a definite confidence dripping from every syllable. Charlotte notes this with a smile and signals to the camerman to start to wrap up the interview.

Charlotte: Thank you for the interview, Sarin, and good luck in your future matches!

Charlotte sets her microphone down and turns to Sarin, stretching her arms out for a hug which Sarin readily accepts. The two women part after a lingering moment, beaming at each other.

Charlotte: It's so good to see you. With Alicia gone, I'm frankly a bit overwhelmed by the amount of male in this place.

Sarin: How is she? We need to reunite for a girls' night out, for old times' sake.

Charlotte: Definitely! Oh, and Sarin...

By her tone of reluctance, Sarin tenses, having a pretty good idea of what's coming next...

Charlotte: Have you heard from Yoko at all...?

Sarin shakes her head, almost curtly, the signature cheerfulness vanishing in a puff of forlornness.

Sarin: No...I, I can't talk about her right now. I appreciate you not asking in front of the camera.

Charlotte nods, deciding not to press the matter.

Charlotte: Yes, of course. Do give me a call when you get back; a great Italian place just opened not four blocks from here...

Sarin: Great! Now, there is a plane and several thousand displaced Iraqis waiting for me. Goodbye, Charlotte!

With a parting wave, Sarin skips down the corridor, her mind running through her research on the refugee crisis...though perhaps, not quite as happy as she was not two minutes ago...

Fade.

[BK London]

Match 4: Andrew Starr and Jay Zero vs. Jon Taylor and Limelight (Credit: BK London)

As the match begins, it's Andrew Starr and Jon Taylor getting things off to quick start as the two exchange lighting quick fists in the ring. It's Taylor who gets the upper hand, but his momentum is quickly brought to a screeching halt when he's floored with a standing dropkick as he comes off the ropes. Starr tags in Zero, who comes off the top rope with a double axe handle to the arm of The Second Comer (WTF). Anyway, Zero continues to mount an offense, pummeling Taylor with a flury of right hands before whipping him into the ropes. Taylor manages to counter the irish whip and sends Zero into the ropes where Limelight catches him off guard with a knee to the back. Zero holds his back as he walks back toward the middle of the ring where he's planted into the ring with a Taylor DDT. Taylor quickly rolls over and tags in Limelight, who steps over the top rope and doesn't waste any time delivering the pain to his advesary. He hoists up Zero on his shoulder before ramming him back first into the turnbuckle. After several shoulder thursts to the abdomen, he whips him across the ring into the opposing corner before looking for a huge Body Avalanche. Luckily Starr manages to pull Zero out of the way in the nick of time.

Limelight staggers around the ring and Zero quickly tags in Starr, who ascends to the top rope. Limelight looks up and Starr looks for a shoulder tackle, but Limelight steps out of the way. Starr lands face first on the mat and quickly Limelight picks up Andrew Starr as if he were an infant. He tosses him across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex, and Savich begins to signal for the end on the outside. It's time for the Boss' Choice and as he gets him up on his shoulders, Taylor sees fit to tag himself in. Both Savich and Limelight are a bit dumbfounded as Taylor enters the ring and tells Limelight to get back on the apron. Taylor looks for the Taylor Made, but Starr manages to slip over his shoulder - countering it. As Taylor turns around, looking to follow up, he is knocked for a loop with an Enziguri. Both men are down in the center of the ring, with Taylor knocked out completely, and it looks as if Starr is heading for the tag. Limelight knows that is Zero gets the tag it might be over for his team, as Taylor is still inert. Starr rises up to his feet to tag in his partner, but Limelight races in the ring and knocks Starr out the ring with a Yakuza Kick to the back of his head. Zero enters the ring and clotheslines the big man over the top rope, falling to the outside with him. The pair begin to take the fight up the ramp and to the back while Starr is still knocked out on the outside.

The referee is still counting down Andrew Starr, who is knocked out cold, and he finally reaches 10. When Taylor finally regains his consciousness, he is shocked as everyone else when his arm is raised in victory.

[BK London]

Segment: Daddy's Little Girl (Part 2) (Credit: BK London)

Out in her jammies, little Princess appears to be exploring the ACW Arena from top to bottom, oblivious that her dad is nearly turning the building upside down looking for her. She continues to peep into locker rooms as she continues her journey, and as she begins to turn around the corridor she bumps into the last man BK could want her to bump into. The man who's presence in BK's matches has resulted in him getting superkicked, hit with a chair, and locked in an ankle lock. That's right, I'm talking about Kevin Anderson.

Kevin: Hey, watch where you're going ki- Well, well, well, what do we have here? You're London's kid huh?

Princess: Princess London to you, loser.

Kevin: Hehehe, and you've got a mouth on you too. Say what Princess, how about I conduct an interview you right now? An impromptu interview, right here, would that be cool?

Princess: That would be awesome!

Kevin: Good good, so Princess, how is it to know that your daddy is a loser? How is it to know that not only did he lose at Genocide, but he's going to lose this competition to Flamingo, and then he's going to lose at Fallen Heroes. How is it...

As Kevin continues to rant on, asking Princess questions pertaining BK London, the man himself shows up behind the announcer. Princess can't help but giggle to herself as she sees her dad standing right behind the loud mouth interviewer. Kevin stumbles backwards, and feels something pressing against him. You can see the immediate fear on his face. He silently prays to himself that it's not BK London, anyone BUT BK London. But as he turns around, there he is in the flesh.

Kevin: Hey uhh..BK? I uhh..found Princess for you. She was walking around the building and I thought I'd just tell her where your locker room is. Yeah, that's it! I thought I'd tell her so I guess....you can't....beat me up.

BK London: Cupcake, could you do daddy a favor, close your eyes and turn around for a sec?

Princess obliged. Seconds later, all you can hear in the background is a large THWACK before Kevin flies past Princess into some stage equipment. A huge footprint is tattooed almost on his face, and the crowd laughs it up.

BK London: Alright, you can open them again.

She does and runs into her father's arms.

BK London: How DO you keep getting away from me like that? And you're not even sleepy?

Princess: Nope!

BK London: Well...hmm...have you ever guest commentated before?

Princess: Nuh uh!

BK London: Well, you're in for an experience tonight. But don't tell mommy I let you stay up past your bedtime, ok? It'll be just between you and me.

Princess: Ok!

The pair walk off camera and the camera slowly zooms in on the unconscious Kevin as the scene fades out.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment "The Morning After" Credit: ~Aj / Sarin

[For the first time since she moved in, they slept in separate beds. Their brief separation was not due to some silly intoxicated fight or simple misunderstanding blown out of proportion, but rather feelings of awkwardness. Afraid to look him in the eye after saying no to his marriage proposal, Anna avoided him until she could fully regain her composure. With the rise of the morning sun she realizes the inevitable has come. Creeping downstairs she finds him laying on the couch, surrounded by a couple of empty wine bottles. Its obviously been a rough night for him as well.]

Aiden Joseph *groggy*: Morning. [/b]

Anna Sommers: Good morning, dear.

[She sits beside him and runs her fingers through his newly styled hair, flickering it around like a cat with a ball of yarn. Wanting to get this over with in the worst way, she quickly opens her mouth to say something, but her nerves cause her to close it just as fast. Hesitation gives way to hope, hope that he will take the initiative and discuss last night’s events before she has to. Unfortunately that does not happen and Anna becomes disparaged even further. Finally ready to take the plunge, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, praying he’ll somehow forgive her for what happened.]

Anna: Look, about last night--

Aiden *interrupting*: There is no need to talk about it Anna. I completely understand your decision. I was a fool for even asking. [/b]

Anna: No! You're not the fool here, Aiden; I am. You gave your heart to me; you pledged your love--

Aiden *interrupting*: Yeah, like the time I tried to kill you. I can’t wait to tell our son that story when he grows up. I’ve already started saving up for his therapy, by the way. [/b]

Anna: You’ve changed, and you did it for me, for him. Stop interrupting and listen!

[She lifts herself up off the side of the couch and stands above him. Using a authoritative voice, she looks down upon Aiden and pleads for him to simply understand that he is not to blame.]

Anna: I love you. You feel right. This feels right, but being twenty-one with a ring on my finger--and that was some rock by the way--scares me to death. I'm just too young to get married!

Aiden: I don’t blame you, Anna. If I was twenty-one and looked as beautiful as you do, I’d make sure to keep myself available just in case something better came along. [/b]

Anna: No! Jesus-Mary-Joseph, Aiden...

[Aiden pulls himself up off the couch and gives Anna a hug to reassure her that his heart still belongs to her. His last words may have sounded harsh, but as far as he is concerned it's the genuine truth. Considering what he himself has done to his significant others during the course of his life, this is all just another taste of karma coming back and biting him on the ass. He honestly couldn't fault her at all for leaving someday.]

Aiden: Oh shit. [/b]

Anna: What's wrong?

Aiden: I’m running late. [/b]

[The grandfather clock in the corner of the room whisks in the ten ‘clock hour. His heart aches the moment he separates his body away from hers, but his commitments today are ones he simply cannot break or postpone. Sleeping in his clothes from the night before suddenly turns into a benefit as all he simply has to do to get ready is to readjust his tie and smoothen out his jacket. Car keys in hand, Aiden makes his way to towards the door, but not before stopping and delivering one final message to his beloved.]

Aiden: Anna, it’s alright. We still have each other, right? That’s all I want, seriously. That, and I also want you to know there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you. There can’t possibly be another man out there that can love you more than I do. Show me one and I’ll call him a liar. I am committed to you until the end, whenever and however it may come. This house, my career ... all of it means nothing if I don’t have you to share it with.[/b]

[She knows, and the tears streaming down her face gives him the reassurance he needs. Afraid that her present state will cause him to delay the day’s ventures even longer, Aiden forces himself to turn away from her. He opens the door and step out into another sunny California day, looking back only to blow a kiss in Anna’s direction. Now alone, Anna takes her troubled self and returns to bed where she spends the next few hours pondering if she made the right decision.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

OTA Segment: Big Business Part 4 (credit: Jonny Hughes)

We fade from our previous scene back to the final instalment of Jonny Hughes’ Big Business. This particular segment sees Jonny Hughes’ ‘business meeting’ inside The Banana Grove. Once again the time and date flash up in the corner of the screen.

Tuesday April 1st
11.10pm

We fade back to The Banana Grove to find Jonny Hughes making a quick dash for the exit after learning that the person he was meeting for business is a male go-go dancer by trade. He tries to keep his head low but the dancer spots him as he makes his big escape.

Mr Siano: Hey! Where you going?

Busted! Hughes stops in his tracks and turns back towards Mister Siano who is covered from head-to-toe in a thin layer of sweat. Siano catches a towel thrown to him by the bartender and starts to rub himself dry much to Hughes’ obvious displeasure.

Hughes: And who might you be?

Siano continues to dry himself by the bar with the towel as he talks to Hughes

Mr Siano: The name’s Buddy, Buddy Siano. And I might have a very lucative business transaction for ya.

At this point the man we now know as Buddy starts to dry his nether regions with the towel in a vigorous fashion that only seems to disturb Hughes much to his disbelief. The bartender slides a pack of cigarettes and a canister of deodorant along the bar to Buddy who takes a cigarette and pops it into his mouth before spraying himself all over with the deodorant. He then grabs a lighter from the bartender and is about to spark up when Hughes slaps the lighter out of his hand.

Buddy Siano: Heyy! I was gonna use that.

Hughes: And set yourself on fire in the process! You do realise that naked flames and solvents don’t mix right?

Buddy Siano: Oh shit, yeah man. You really did me a favour there.

Hughes is incensed by the sheer stupidity of Buddy Siano and is about to storm off when Buddy shouts at him.

Buddy Siano: Don’t you wanna talk business?

Hughes once again stops and slowly walks back towards the bar.

Hughes: This had better be worth my time.

Buddy Siano: I wanna be a wrestler.

Hughes bursts out laughing at this news and starts looking around for something to indicate this was an elaborate joke, perhaps some video cameras or even Ashton Kutcher but after a while neither materialize and an uncomfortable atmosphere is created.

Hughes: Who put you up to this? Was it Freeman?
Buddy Siano: No man I’m serious.

Hughes bursts out laughing again which seems to offend Buddy Siano as he starts to look around forlornly. Hughes notices this and stops laughing.

Hughes: Oh god, you really are serious. What makes you think you’d be a good wrestler?

Buddy Siano: I got the looks, I got the style and the ladies love me. Ain’t that right sweetheart?

Buddy shoots a wink in the general direction of a woman behind Hughes and points at her in a seedy manner. Hughes turns around just in time to see the woman snigger at Buddy’s ‘move’ and walk away.

Hughes: Well…there’s no doubting that.

Buddy Siano: Oh yeah…she wants me.

Buddy’s eyes follow the female and he licks his fingers and runs them through his eye brows whilst making suggestive lip movements in her general direction.

Hughes: So, who’s your favourite wrestler then?

Hughes stands there confidently and is obviously expecting Siano to name him as his favourite wrestler. After all Siano did call HIM to be his trainer.

Buddy Siano: That guy…errr…he used to call himself Thunderkiss but he changed his name recently.

Hughes is absolutely appalled by this news and decides that enough is enough and heads for the exit.

Buddy Siano: W-Wait up! I can pay for the training and I’m willing to learn. How much do you charge?

Hughes stops and thinks for a second, if this man has the money why not take it from him? It’s clear to see that he doesn’t need the money. He quickly formulates a plan and takes his usual rate and doubles it to test the water.

Hughes: Five Hundred.

Buddy Siano: Five Hundred dollars a week? That’s cool man, I would have paid double to be trained by the best.

Hughes’ eyes light up, the fee he quoted Siano was a one-off fee, not a weekly rate. It’s clear to see that Siano would take an eternity to reach ACW level and that could be very lucrative for Hughes at $500 per month, or even more lucrative in Hughes’ native currency Pounds Sterling and with the currency rates being where they are he could earn almost £1,000 per week. But is Buddy Siano that dumb? There’s only one way to find out.

Hughes: I didn’t say dollars Mister Siano. Now if you are serious about this I suggest you kick the smoking and meet me at the ACW Arena on Monday.

Hughes walks away coolly, as Siano has a little celebration in the background. Hughes is wearing a huge smile on his face as this nightmare of a situation really worked out well for him.

Well that went well. I just took that idiot for all the money he has. He’ll quit after long and I’ll have myself a tidy sum for very little work. Hughes thinks to himself.

And that exit was so stylish. I bet I look like James Bond right now.

The scene fades to black as Hughes passes the camera and ACW returns to it’s current broadcast.

Fade

=============

"What the Hell?" (Credit: Rattlesnake w/permission from Anonymous)

Rattlesnake lies in his hospital bed, thinking about when Sarin had stopped by earlier. He had missed her and it was good of her to stop by. After all of the misfortune over the past few weeks, maybe that was just what he needed.

But what was it that Sarin told Rattlesnake? There was a rumored video that surfaced onto Youtube.com, but it was just someone's practical joke for April Fool's Day. It was classic, but a joke nonetheless.

He looks over at the table next to him and there's a basket with an envelope on it. He reaches over and takes the envelope. It just has his name on it. Nothing else. He opens it and pulls a letter out.

"Dear Rattlesnake,

I just wanted to send you a little something. Go ahead and grab it and then read this."

He reaches into the basket and pulls out a teddy bear. It has "push me" written on one of it's paws. Out of complete curiosity, Rattlesnake pushes it and it plays a familiar song. He groans and sets the bear down.

OOC: Use one of these links to hear the song.

www.sendspace.com/file/xwnii9

www.sendspace.com/file/x3xiu5

www.sendspace.com/file/70s463

Back to the segment.

Rattlesnake continues to read the letter.

"Got you. I couldn't resist that one. Anyways, I wanted to thank you. You made it so easy for me to make a fool out of you."

He stops reading.

Rattlesnake: What the hell? That son of a bitch wrote this!

Compelled, Rattlesnake continues reading.

"By now, you should have an idea of who wrote this. Well, maybe not my identity, but you know me as your infamous attacker.

You know that I'm going to be at Fallen Heroes and I want you to be. I know your "acquaintance" is going to be there. It would be a shame to see her get hurt.

That is, if you can protect her. But think about it. I got to you easily. I've taken you down twice. Compared to you, Sarin is much easier. Perhaps we can see what happens. You better be at Fallen Heroes. For her sake as well as yours.

Signed, Anonymous"

With a quick reaction, Rattlesnake crumbles up the letter. As quickly as it crumbled, he throws it on the ground.

Rattlesnake: That son of a bitch! He better not pull any shit.

Rattlesnake thinks about this. He has to protect Sarin. He has no choice. No matter how healthy he is, he has to be at Fallen Heroes.

He squeezes the bear's paw again.

Rattlesnake: What the hell is that song anyways?

The scene fades out as Rattlesnake continuously squeezes the paw, trying to figure out where he's heard that before.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Segment: Never Surrender (Credit: FSX)

With little chance of victory, and no real supporters from those around him, can Fallen truly carry on with what may very well be a meaningless protest by now? It wasn't as if Ginger was going to change his mind suddenly and side with Fallen's jaded beliefs on the matter, awarding him chance that he hasn't truly deserved. Still, he may have too eventually. Though it isn't common in everyone from these particular groups, and it should never be generalized that everyone is like this, the Anon team that is somewhat supporting Fallen at the moment brought with them signs, songs, and a foul stench that was beginning to spread throughout the entirety of the arena. It was strongest in the area that surrounded the office of Ginger, and without much doubt he wouldn't be able to leave without gagging on the stench. Even Fallen seems to be having troubles coping with his supporters as he constantly ducks below the smog of his celebrating protesters, occasionally appearing to put on an oxygen mask as he struggles to cope with what is becoming a rancid situation. Regardless, the spirits of those behind him have yet to be detoured, and there chants of obscurity would eventually break down this wall of hate!

Anon Leader: So I herd you liek mudkipz!

Group: L-A-W-L! LAWLZ LAWLZ! O-K!

FSX: Oh god...this is more of a punishment then a protest, isn't it?

Anon Leader: O RLY?

FSX: Yeah, really. There is a putrid stench and none of this seems to be getting through to Ginger!

Group NO WAI!

FSX: Why do the freaks always flock to me?

Ducking down once again to shield himself from the horror that his protest was evolving into, a scream in the distance caught his interest. Was his old group of rag tag protesters returning to save the day? He sure hoped so, because if this scream miraculously lead to him being Rick Rolled he was going to break someone in half. As he looked up and tried to spot the direction that the screaming was emanating from, he began to laugh to himself as he seemed to recognize the cry for help and could only smile from ear to ear as Will Anger fell out from the group. His old bald punching bag!

FSX: Will! Funny seeing you here!

Anger: It smells like a litter box that was covered in rotten fish and horse testicles here! What the fuck is going on, Fallen?!

FSX: I'm protesting Ginger! He's not being fair to the little man!

Anger: Ohhh...I thought you might of been trying to poison your enemies and steal their wallets...again...

Following a very brief pause they both broke out into laughter, Fallen shaking his head as he made his way over to Will and gave the man a hug, patting his back as the Anonymous around them fell silent at the scene and circled around them, watching intently. Taking notice to this, both Will and Fallen took a good look at them and stepped away from each other.

FSX: What's wrong with you guys? Never seen two men hug each other before?

Anon Leader: Well, I think the group consensus is you two should whip your dicks out and take pictures with them touching.

FSX: ...WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKING ANONYMOUS?!

Group: WE LIKE COCK! WE LIKE COCK! WE LIKE COCK!

FSX: I hate you people...I hate you people so much.

Just as Fallen appears ready to finally go on a rampage that he has been building up to for quite awhile, Anger takes a hold of his arm and stops him. Turning back to look at his former bald protege with a frown, he simply shakes his head and begins to calm down as the Anon disperse into their chanting again.

Anger: Just because these Anon's have lost their way doesn't mean that the mission of most of them isn't still a righteous one. It will be a proud day when Scientology is dismantled and there can be a bunch of parties to celebrate the victory of Project Chanology.

FSX: Er..why do you know all of this, Will? Are you one of them?

Anger: Nah, I just like to keep up with what's going on in the world. That, and I find some of the crazy stuff they do pretty hilarious.

FSX: Fair enough, I guess..so...you wanna protest with me? It'll be fun!

Anger: I guess I could, seeing I have no other reason to be here. Are any celebrities showing up? I hear you know Carl Douglas now.

Will everyone be Kung Fu fighting? No, I doubt it. Fallen looks away for a moment as he rubs at the back of his head, and it's quite obvious that he didn't plan ahead enough to secure proper talent to show up. It's always a sad day when no famous people show up and Fallen is involved, but he still has a wacky group!

FSX: No one tonight, Will. I probably could of had Betty White show up if I was on top of things, but you know how it is.

Anger: I guess that makes sense... So how much longer do you think it will take before you get what you want?

FSX: Could be days. Maybe even weeks!

With that, Ginger suddenly opened the door of his office once again with a justice! Of course after time is mentioned a conclusion is always in sight! As the horde of Anonymous crowd upon Ginger in a fuss for a moment, they all move away confused as they see who he is, allowing him to walk over to Fallen.

Anon #1: Who the hell was that guy?

Anon #2: He's not even a Scientologist! Why are we here?

Anon Leader: Look! It's Jesus!

Anon #3: He lied to us and is now trying to distract us with Jesus! Get him!

As the end of the protest seems to come regardless of what Ginger left his office for, and the leader of the Anonymous would never be seen again most likely, Fallen seemed to not care whatsoever. Seeing that Ginger had left his office, it was clear to him that he had won! That FSX would finally be rewarded for all his hard work in complaining! Looking just a bit disgruntled, the Chairman looks away from Fallen as he talks to him.

Ginger: I see this is going to do neither of us any good, Fallen. It needs to end.

FSX: Couldn't agree more! So what are you going to give me?

Anger: I bet it's gold! They say Ginger has alot of gold!

FSX: Will, get the hell out of here. I'm trying to negotiate!

Anger: Fine..be that way!

Though his appearance was a short one, no doubt is everyone happy to see Will Anger on television again! Even if he's being treated like a child and leaving in a pouty fit! Either way, the real situation of interest is Fallen and Ginger right now!

FSX: Well? What you going to give me?

Ginger: Seeing you want a chance, and I needed to book someone against him anyway, you'll be fighting Aiden for the World Title on Meltdown.

FSX: ...Wait, what?! Really?!

Ginger: I don't expect you to win, and I expect you to prove that your not worth a damn. This is your chance. NEVER expect me to be so generous again!

Not bothering to look at Fallen for another second, Ginger turns and quickly makes his way back into his office. Whether this is because of the stench of the area, or the fact someone is being beaten to death, it doesn't change the fact things are finally settled. Fallen got more then he asked for...he got his chance. A smile plastered on his face, FSX is left speechless as he shakes his head and slowly begins to walk back to his locker room. A chance at the big time. To be taken seriously forever!! All he had to do was beat the champion and take his title! Could he possibly do it..? It's not as if Fallen hasn't done the impossible before. He could just do it again...

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Match 5: Adrian Flamingo vs. Jason Freeman – No Finisher Challenge (Credit: Jonny Hughes/Commentary and Post Match: BK London)

ACW returns from commercial to find Phillip Jones stood in the centre of the ring ready to announce the Main Event of the evening. He is joined in the ring by senior official Raymond Allen Fleming.

Phillip: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT and is scheduled for ONE fall and is a No Finishers Challenge.

Maxwell McNally: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our main event.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: And what a main event it is Maxxie! Not only do we see Jason Freeman and Adrian Flamingo face off but we see them face off in a No Finishers Challenge.

McNally: I should clarify at this point ladies and gentlemen that Jason Freeman is not being restricted by the match stipulation in any way and it is only Adrian Flamingo who will be disqualified if he uses his finishing move.

McNally is interrupted by “In Heaven” by The Pixies which is immediately followed by a loud chorus of boos from the fans in attendance and no doubt at home.

Phillip: Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California by way Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing in at 199 pounds…this is ADRIANN FLAMINGOOOO!

As the vocals repeat "In heaven everything is fine", the video flashes to highlight clips of Adrian. As the song suddenly grows harder, Adrian stomps his way on stage and holds his arms out to welcome whatever reaction he receives. After inhaling the hatred, he confidently walks to the ring with a smile on his face. After sliding into the ring, he holds one arm up into the air as he climbs the turnbuckle and holds it there until it’s either time for his opponent to make their way out, or for the match to begin.

Phillip: And his opponent…from Long Island, New York…he weighs in at 230 pounds…JAAAASON FREEEEMANNN!

During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. Freeman walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.

Once both men are in the ring and have handed their entrance gear to one of the runners RAF steps into action and starts checking over both men for any illegal weaponry, once he is satisfied that neither man is carrying anything that would give him an unfair advantage he looks to call for the bell, but he's interrupted by...

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO

HELLO BROOKLYN!

Its the exact theme that Adrian Flamingo doesn't want to hear, and the pair of BK London and his daughter Princess make their way to the ring. BK stops at the bottom of the stage and signals for his pyro, and as it hits, the sound disturbs his daughter. She looks as if she is about to cry, but luckily BK manages to calm her down for a bit. He picks her up and walks on over to the announce table before setting her down.

BK London: We'll take over from here guys.

McNally: What? No, not again!

BK London: I've been asked by Ginger to do commentary for tonight, and that's exactly what I'm going to do, now move.

Edison: Commentary with who?

BK London: With Princess?

McNally: WHAT?!

He points down to his daughter who is also waiting for the two men to rise up from their seats. Finally, both McNally and Edison rise up and begin to head to the back while Princess and BK get a bit comfortable.

BK London: You ready to do some commentary Princess?

Princess: You betchya!

[BK London]

After the distractions on the outside, RAF finally calls for the bell to start this match. Freeman and Flamingo start to circle each other in the centre of the ring, as is customary in pro wrestling, before they tie up. They struggle against the might of one another until Freeman makes full use of his power and weight advantage and locks Flamingo into a textbook side headlock, Flamingo tries in vain to break the hold but finds that Freeman has the hold well and truly locked in. Flamingo quickly shifts his feet and forces Freeman back to the ropes before slipping out of the headlock and sending Freeman off the ropes, knowing that he cannot match Freeman in terms of power he decides to leapfrog him rather than try for the customary shoulder block. Flamingo then quickly dives under the feet of Freeman but instead of racing after him he runs against the ropes at a right angle to Freeman, the pair cross each others path and Freeman stops in confusion but is caught by a quick Headscissors Takedown by Flamingo.

Princess: Daddy! Daddy! What's that flippy move called?

BK London: It's a Running Headscissors Takedown, sweetie.

Princess: Ooooh, he's gonna be in trouble, you're not supposed to run with scissors.

Instead of basking in his own brilliance Flamingo presses his early advantage by grabbing a handful of Freeman’s hair and drags him to his feet before hitting a snap Scoop Slam which he follows up with a slick Rolling Knee Drop and a pin attempt.

ONE…

Tw-Kickout

BK London: Freeman's got an awful lot of fight in him.

Princess: These guys are playing rough. How come the zebra in the ring doesn't stop them?

Flamingo hoists Freeman to his feet and delivers a few backhanded slaps to the face before kneeing him in the solar plexus and hitting a Snap Suplex, Flamingo follows this up with a Snapmare and adds insult to injury by stomping on the back of the neck of Freeman using the heel of his boot.

Princess: How come Flymingo is winning, huh daddy? Isn't Freelands bigger?

BK London: *chuckles* You know you should run the WWE sweetie.

[BK London]

Adrian Flamingo stands above Jason Freeman and waits patiently for him to get to his feet, once Freeman has risen to a vertical base Flamingo charges off the ropes opposite him before attempting a Wheelbarrow into Stunner but Freeman manages to halt Flamingo’s momentum by avoiding the Stunner and spinning him around to face him and quickly executing a Knee Facebuster which he quickly follows up with a Swinging Neckbreaker.

BK London: Perhaps I spoke too soon.

Princess: Mommy says you do that all the time.

Freeman takes a few seconds to gather his bearings before he gets to his feet. Freeman grabs hold of Flamingo and drags him to his feet before hoisting him in the air and hitting a Falling Vertical Suplex Slam before quickly dragging him through to his feet and hitting a Double Underhook Backbreaker which he follows up with a pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

T-Kickout

Princess: Who's winning?

BK London: Freeman, I thin.

Princess: Yay, Flymingo sucks!

Freeman drags Flamingo to his feet and delivers a slap to the face before lifting him onto his shoulder in an Inverted Fireman’s Carry, Freeman stalls for a moment giving Flamingo the split-second opportunity he needs to create and execute a counter strategy, he delivers an elbow to the side of the head before sliding down behind Freeman and hitting a Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Both men are slow to get up to their feet and start exchanging chops and punches with increasingly greater ferocity, Freeman manages to get an upper hand by delivering a quick knee to the midsection that he follows up by grabbing Flamingo in an STO clutch. Flamingo battles against the move by delivering some elbows to the temple and some knee strikes to the midsection that force Freeman into loosening his grip on the hold. Flamingo manages to position his body so he has hold of Freeman in an STO clutch, the start set-up for the 1979 Flamingo Special.

Princess: Ooooh, he's gonna lose!

BK London: Your absolutely right.

Flamingo is suddenly reminded of the match stipulations and decides to modify the move into a Suplex hold, he quickly hoists Freeman up in the air and charges towards the ropes before hitting his signature slingshot Brainbuster, otherwise known as the Ghostbuster. Flamingo quickly ascends the top rope and measures the situation before hitting a top rope diving leg drop, a move formerly known as the 1978 Flamingo Special. He covers Freeman after impact.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Phillip: Here is your winner by pinfall…Adrian Flamingo!!