Ragnarok 2006

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Gelale rolls out of the ring, receiving a nice ovation from the fans as she goes. The camera shows a couple of crewmembers putting said pole and paddle securely in place against one of the corner posts. Rena gets back up, as Carma celebrates her success a little.

Philip: Victory is via pinfall, submission or countout; the paddle is not essential, but can be used legally by either competitor if retrieved. Let the third round begin!

Carma and Rena face one another across the ring as the referee confirms all is in order, and calls for the bell.

Bell rings.

Carma and Rena take their eyes off of the pole that has been erected in a corner of the ring, and focus back on one another. They’ve both profited at their opponents’ expense, but now there is no alternative to a direct confrontation. They move in toward one another, and Carma strikes first with a couple of swift kicks, trying to clip Rena’s leg out from underneath her. Rena though is too quick to be tripped like this, and slips around behind her opponent. She tries to get a hold for a german suplex, but Carma turns around and gives her a slap across the face. Rena winces, but repays it at once with a regular suplex and makes a pin for a count of 1.5. Carma rolls on to her feet quickly, and lunges at Rena with a vicious kick to the ribs as she’s getting up; Rena holds back a cry of pain, and performs an athletic cartwheel to escape Carma’s follow-up. The crowd pops for the stunning superstar, and Rena tosses her head of hair with a smile, the lights of the arena playing across it beautifully. Hitman is still watching from the sidelines, as he has been doing through the whole match; he claps and gives Rena encouragement, and Rena is spurred to go on the attack once again. She and Carma tie up, and though Carma at first pushes her back a few steps, Rena puts the brakes on and then gets some drive of her own, pushing Carma back into the corner. Rena uses the first rope and gets up on it to give herself a slight height advantage; the crowd cheers, and counts along as Rena gives Carma a counted 10 slap rather than 10 punch. The referee breaks it up at the 10th blow, and Carma looks to have taken quite a lot of punishment as Rena steps back and holds up her arms, getting the crowd hyped again. But it’s mainly her pride that is hurt, and it’s going to take more than that to defeat one of ACW’s veteran divas…

Dashing out of the corner, Carma throws herself into a crossbody takedown, and brings both women down to the mat. Hair and perfectly manicured nails fly as they battle for supremacy; Carma briefly gets Rena’s shoulders to the mat, but it’s not even long enough for the referee to start a count. They separate, and stand back up; Carma taunts Rena into a running clothesline attempt, which is promptly sidestepped so that Rena runs on to the ropes. Rebounding, Carma gathers her strength and lifts Rena to deliver a turning slam, using her foe’s own momentum to aid her; the sound of the impact is loud, and Carma earns herself a clear 2 count for her efforts. Encouraged, Carma gets up and pulls Rena up next to her; she delivers another couple of forearm blows, and then pulls off a neat powerbomb. Rena is slightly stunned, and Carma’s attention turns to the paddle sitting on top of the pole; while it’s not a requirement for victory, the urge to use the implement on her long term rival is irresistible. Carma clambers up on the turnbuckle, trying to reach the paddle, but she’s not quite tall enough; while this is going on, Rena comes around, and her expression becomes one of determination as she sees what her foe is up to. Rena hops up and runs to the corner; the crowd cheers as she climbs up, and a brief struggle ensues. Rena wins the day, pushing Carma off of the post; the good news is that she has a soft landing, the bad is that it’s on top of the referee, who has got too close while trying to check on both ladies. As Carma and the ref try to disentangle themselves, Rena reaches for the paddle – but she’s not tall enough either. As she’s wondering what to do, Hitman steps up on to the apron beside her, and they exchange a glance. Rena smiles warmly, and the crowd cheers as Rena carefully climbs up on the 7ft tall Hitman’s shoulders. The extra couple of feet does the trick, and Rena retrieves the paddle; Hitman gently helps her down on to the post and them makes himself scarce just before Carma and the referee see what’s going on.

Armed with the paddle, Rena stalks her prey; she moves in behind Carma, but the other Diva picks up on the sound of the fans and turns around abruptly with her leg extended, striking Rena in the abdomen. Rena doubles over, and Carma grabs the paddle; but Rena recovers and refuses to let it go. The two women fight over the implement until it slips out of their hands; Rena tries to make a dive for it, but Carma shows her skill by catching Rena and reversing her motion into a german suplex with bridge. Rena’s shoulders are down, and the referee slides in for the count, 1….2… - Rena kicks out just before the 3 much to the crowd’s relief. Carma frowns, and rolls off of Rena; she sees the paddle a short distance away and crawls toward it, but Rena grasps her leg and holds on as she gets back on her feet. Carma yells and does her best to get free, but to no avail as Rena pulls her further back, and then jumps to plant both feet on to her opponent. Carma gasps as the air is taken out of her; Rena dives and rolls forward to try and grab the paddle, as Carma also lunges – but then Carma realizes something is very wrong, and with a cry of alarm presses herself flat to the mat.

The crowd is confused at first, but then the camera gets a close up – it’s unclear whether the clasp has failed or Rena has unhooked it as she passed, but Carma’s bra is certainly some way south of where it should be. Chants of “PUPPIES!” and the slightly less delicate “GET YOUR TITS OUT, LOVE!” ring around the arena; as Carma quickly rectifies the situation, Rena moves about to her side, and shows her sensitive nature by politely waiting for Carma to protect her modesty before soundly spanking her with the paddle. Carma sells it like a pro, and the crowd cheers enthusiastically; Rena giggles and casts the paddle into the crowd before going for a cover. Carma kicks out swiftly, and the pair rise up; the last minute or so of the match is frantic as both women look for a decisive blow. Carma goes for her Widow’s Peak, but Rena escapes it; Rena tries her Chick Kick, but it doesn’t connect fully and only earns her a 2.5. Finally, Rena gets what she and the crowd really want; Carma walks into an abdominal kick, and Rena tops things off with a perfect Hell in Heels (Pyramid Driver). The fans count along with the referee as Rena makes the cover, and picks up the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner of the 3rd Stage of Heaven, and the match in its entirety… Rena Matheson!

”Violet Sauce” plays, and Rena helps Carma back on her feet sportingly. Carma takes a small bow before leaving Rena to celebrate; she walks around the ring proudly, and then steps out through the ropes. Hitman is waiting to congratulate her; he has a strange expression on his face, both happy and sad at the same time. It’s as if he has something he has to tell her… but he decides this is not the place, and he whispers something in her ear that makes her smile, before he carries the victorious supreme Diva on his shoulders all the way to the back… a grand exit, for a grand match.

Fade out to commercials.

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Segment: I don't give a shit what Hunter says, I'm doing it. (Credit: Santiago)

Alternate Title: Censored, as AK can’t be arsed to deal with the inevitable fighting in the chat. Sorry guys.

Here you are, either sitting in the crowd, or your favorite chair in your house all warm and comfy. You sit there eating some snacks while watching ACW Ragnarok, just then the alphatron seems to come to life as you pop one more M&M into your mouth. You then see the alphatron focus backstage with Santiago Rivera, you think “oh boy” and prepare to go for a bathroom break

Santiago: Ladies and gentlemen, first off I would like to welcome you to Ragnarok, ACW’s first pay-per-view of the New Year.

You have now made up your mind to go to the bathroom as you take your blanket off you and set it on the chair. You then walk out of the room as he continues to speak.

Santiago: Next off, I want to address what Gingerdude did to me last Monday. Last week, he put me in a match with Jonny Spade, luckily for me I wasn’t actually injured, Ginger was also lucky on that matter. Do you know why he was lucky? Because if I was to be injured even more than before, I could have sued you Ginger. I could have brought you down for all you were worth, but if I were to do that though I wouldn’t let ACW die. I’d merely take all of your stocks and run ACW myself!

Just then you open the door of the bathroom and being the sick freak that you are, probably didn’t wash your hands. You then walk back out to your living room, and seeing that he’s still on your screen you look down at your bag of Doritos, and see them empty. You then look up at Santiago who is still talking then grab the empty bag and quickly run to the kitchen.

Santiago: -tonight with Jonny Spade. You all are probably thinking that Jonny will win tonight, just because he won Monday because of that distraction. Well, sorry for all you people who bet on Jonny, you just lost a ton of money on that one.

You then walk into the room with the chips and you put the bag down. You watch and think, “Wow I paid for this crap? Hopefully it’ll get better.” Then brrring” saved by the bell, but in this case phone. You then go to pick it up. It’s your good buddy Al’ who you haven’t spoken to in a while, you then take it to the other room. You two then begin discussing what’s happening at Ragnarok and crack jokes about Santiago. You can barely hear what Santiago’s saying being in the other room.

Santiago: And after that, I will pin you for the 1-2-3. You see, you think you have a plan, you think you know how to read me because of your experience. Well Jonny, too bad, I’m unreadable, I’m unpredictable, and mostly importantly, unstoppable! Jonny I don’t know if you realize, but professional wrestling is a make or break business. If you step out to the ring with me tonight…

You’re still on the phone but your dog then jumps up onto the couch and watches Santiago pick up a large glass pane. He then slams it to the ground, shattering it. You sprint into the room thinking “Stone Cold?!?!” but nope, it was just him. You let out an “Aww” of disappointment as your friend lets you go. You then sit down as Santiago continues to stare at the shattered glass all over the backstage floor.

Santiago: You step in the ring with me tonight, and I will break you.

You open up your Doritos and begin eating them while thinking “Oh, how original.”

Santiago: And if you even think you’ll be walking home tonight with the International gold around your waist, think again, because ladies and gentlemen I guarantee that I will be walking out of this arena later tonight, still your International champion.
“Whoopdeedoo, like I give a shit, I want to see the Super Friends” you think in your empty minded little head of yours as you continue to shove your face with junk food.

Santiago: Jonny……..I’ll see you tonight.

The scene then fades as you let out a big ol’ sigh of relief.

End of scene.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Scott Andrews & Predator vs. Code Red (Credit: Latino)

It’s grudge match time, tag team style. Philip enters the ring.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Introducing first…at a combined weight of 420 lbs….the tag team of Tornado and The Red’s Only Fan….Code Red!

As “Hit 'Em Up” by Tupac starts to play the fans are on their feet for the tag team. Tornado comes out first with his Junior Title around his waist. Red’s Only Fan is not far behind them. They both have a look of confidence on their faces and look more than ready for tonight’s match-up. Many fans leave over the barrier as they extend their arms as far as they can go. Red and Tornado do not pay them attention as they both run down the rest of the way and slide underneath the bottom ropes. Tornado takes off his title belt and hands it to Referee. Behind him Red’s Only Fan climbs the turnbuckles and raises both arms. He jumps down after a few seconds of showboating and slaps his partner on the back. They both then turn around as their opponents for tonight are announced.

Phillip: And their opponents…at a combined weight of 445 lbs….Predator and Scott Andrews!

A remixed theme of Predator’s “New York, New York” and Scott Andrews’ “Unearth” by Stronghold starts to play and the partners come out with a large cocky strut. Andrews has on a large amount of bandages around his waist and he favors them slightly as he walks. They look side to side and yell at a few fans close by and then point at their opponents already in the ring. Predator holds his arms up in the air and then points back towards himself as Scott walks up the steps. Predator jumps over the top rope and Scott is right behind him as he slides underneath the bottom ropes. They both stare at their opponents and make a few general comments. Scott stands on the bottom rope and springs up as he yells out to the crowd. Predator gives everyone an arrogant smirk.

* The Bell Rings *

Predator and Red’s Only Fan start off the match as their respective partners yell out support. Predator tries to grab Red’s leg but he backs away and then attacks with a boot to the face. Predator grabs his face in the pain but then retaliates with a page out of his opponent’s book as he does a leaping lariat. Red hits the ground hard and Predator sits back up with a smirk on his face. He reaches over and grabs Red by his hair, pulling him onto his feet slowly. Red elbows him in the stomach and then does so a second time. He grabs Predator by the neck and runs him into the nearest turnbuckle. He starts slamming his head repeatedly over and over again as the fans start to count. Predator stops him after a few seconds and then grabs him by the neck. He drops down with a stunner as Red jumps back up from the impact. He falls on his back and Predator gets back on his feet. He leans his back against the corner waiting for Red’s Only Fan to get back up. He does slowly and as he gets to one knee and then a second he turns around. Predator brutally attacks him with a devastating spear that slams him into the ring mat. Red’s Only Fan’s head whiplashes onto the mat and Predator moves for a quick cover. He hooks the leg and The Referee counts. One! Two! The count is broken by Tornado as he kicks Predator in the right temple. Predator rolls to the side holding the inflicted area that is now throbbing in pain. Red slowly starts crawling to his partner as Tornado just gets back in the corner. Predator gets up and at first is about to attack Red but then with a smirk tags in his partner. Scott quickly enters the ring and then just as Red is about to tag in his partner his foot is grabbed and he’s dragged across the ring. His face rubs against he mat and Andrews does not hesitate to drop an elbow on Red’s back. As he gets to one knee Tornado comes back in the ring and with a hard kick attacks Scott’s abdomen. He boils over in the pain and wraps his arms around the bandage area. Tornado helps his partner up and the duo now starts to work on some double teaming.

They stand up Scott and whip him into the ropes. He bounces and upon his return Code Red grab and throws Scott up in the air. As he comes down the grab his arms and roughly slam him down. The Referee now gets in Tornado’s face and forces him back to his corner. Red continues the assault as he picks up Andrews with both arms and then slams down his back against his knee. Scott yells out in pain and Red lifts him up once again. He flips him quickly and then lets Scott’s abdomen hit Red’s knee once again. Andrews rolls off of Red’s knee and holds his abdomen in pain.

Red grabs Scott by the arm and drags him towards the Code Red corner. Tornado slaps Red’s hand and does not take a second to think as he kicks Scott in the torso. Red stands up Scott and whips him into the ropes. As Andrews bounces off, Red dropkicks him directly in the bandaged area. Scott falls down and before he can even try to get up Tornado comes down with a 360 Degree Leg drop once again on the inflicted area. Red rolls out of the ring and Tornado maneuvers around to lock on a Fujiwara Armbar. He applies just the right pressure as Scott is screaming in pain. He holds his arm out to his partner but it is obvious the Code Red double team has paid off. Tornado starts punching Scott’s bandaged area repeatedly as he continues to apply more and more pressure on Andrews’ arm. The fans are chanting for Scott as they yell out his name over and over again. Predator is dying to get in as he stands on the second rope and yells at Scott to escape. Tornado looks over with a smile and then finally releases the hold. He then stands up Scott and whips him into his team’s corner. He tags in Red’s Only Fan once again and the duo picks up Scott.

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They sit him up on the top turnbuckle and just as they are about to climb up as well Andrews kicks Tornado in the face. He falls back a couple steps and in a matter of seconds Red is given the same treatment, only with both feet. Scott stands up turnbuckle and takes a few moments to find his balance. Tornado and Red both start to get up and instantly charge at Andrews. He jumps over both and then performs a barrel row on the mat. As his feet touch the ground, Andrews dives towards his corner and slaps Predator on the chest. He jumps over the ropes and the fans are popping out big. The bandaged superstar rolls out of the ring as he’s still in pain. Red then charges at Predator but he ducks the advance and quickly spears Tornado straight in the opposite corner. He turns around and grabs Red as he tries to attack once again. Predator holds him up for a few seconds and then brutally body slams him on top of Tornado. The fans are now chanting louder and louder as Predator raises his arms up. Red’s Only Fan is pushed outside of the ring and Predator drops down as he goes for a cover. The Referee follows suit as he slaps the ring.
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Tornado’s foot goes on the ropes as the count is broken. Predator looks at the Referee surprised and then grabs the Junior Champion by his hair. He forces Tornado to his feet and the lifts him up with a textbook performed Vertical Suplex. Predator holds him up and grabs his tights as he works to keep balance. The blood rushes to Tornado’s head, disillusioning him and then he drops him down onto the mat. Tornado sits up still dizzy and unsure where he is and Predator rolls back to his feet. He runs to the ropes and bounces off. Tornado feels an instant blow to the back and partial left side of the face as Predator hits him with a painful Shining Wizard. Tornado falls onto his side and Predator lands on his feet and partially his knee as well. Predator grabs Tornado’s knee and pulls him a bit away from the ropes. He then leaps onto the mat and locks on the Predator Crossface. He pulls on Tornado’s head as he yells out in pain and the Referee drops to the mat and ask him “Do you give up?” He the fighting champion yells out a loud “NO!” and Predator continues to increase the pressure. Red’s Only Fan slides under the ropes on the other side of the ring and then quickly runs to his partner’s aid. He grabs Predator’s leg and yanks him away. Taken by surprise Predator releases the hold and Tornado quickly jumps at the ropes. Red stomps on Predator and then sees the Referee. He runs and slides under the ropes and then gets back to his corner.

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Tornado notices him and does not wait a minute to tag him in. Red enters the ring with a boat of confidence. He looks around to the fans as if to say, “I got this.” As he turns around, he just about sees when Predator tags in his partner. Red quickly turns around and is about to tag his partner back in as he sees the look of anger on Andrews’ face. Tornado is no where to be seen as Red looks around. Scott grabs him but Red pushes him away and he goes directly into the standing Referee. In the outside, Tornado sneaks around the ring and pulls on Predator’s leg. His face slams into the ring apron and Tornado grabs him by his left arm. Predator is whipped into the outside barrier and then Tornado charges at him with a clothesline. Predator ducks and sends Tornado over the barrier and into the th concrete. Predator jumps over to continue his attack as Security makes room. Back in the ring, Andrews’ elbow hits the Referee directly in the jaw and the curse of the striped shirt strikes again as he is out like a light. Red doesn’t hesitate to attack as Scott looks at the Referee. He kicks Scott in the stomach and then as he is bent over picks him. After holding him up for a brief few seconds, Red drives him into the mat hard with the Death Wish. He then covers Scott and then holds up his arm as he counts down with his fingers.

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Red looks around when he doesn’t hear the bells or Phillip’s voice and then sees that the Referee is still unconscious. He grabs the Referee and tries to wake him up. He pulls the Referee up and down by his shirt desperately trying to awaken him from his coma. The crowd now starts to cheer as someone jumps out of over the barrier. The cameras miss the shot of his face and he slides under the ropes. Red doesn’t see the man but he notices the fans suddenly burst in cheers. He turns around suddenly the camera reveals the person to be…..THE NATURAL BORN KILLER. Lex stiffly punches Red in the face and Scott does so with a right of his own. They both whip him into the corner and sit him on the top turnbuckle. Both men climb up top and then grab Red’s Only Fan on both sides. The duo jump off with Red and slam his face into the mat with the One Shot Kill. Lex rolls out of the ring and Scott hooks the leg. The Referee awakens from his slumber and starts to count.

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Phillip: Here are your winners…Scott Andrews and Predator!

Scott holds his arms up and NBK slides back inside the ring. He helps up Scott and pushes the Referee out of the way. The fans are still in shock as the Cold Blooded Killers have finally made their return. They look down at Red and push him out of the ring. Predator now makes his way back in the ring with a smirk on his face. Tornado now returns as he helps Red up and the duo walk to the back. They look towards the ring as they are definitely not happy with what just occurred. The cameras shoot back to the trio now in the ring as all three men have their arms raised and now look to be a force to be reckoned with.

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Segment: Before the Massacre (credit: Bre Dubs)

The Camera fades in on the back of a wrestler.

?: Just please let me win tonight, I do..........

Charlotte King walks into frame and taps the wrestler on the back. It's Bre Double T, he turns around quickly.

Bre: What the HELL! Doesn't anybody knock anymore? What do you want?

King: I wanted to ask you some questions about your upcoming match with Jake Cheng. Ultimate Massacre, How did you come up with that match.

Bre shakes his head and laughs.

Bre: I saw a light, and it called to me. It said, as a matter of fact, "Bre you must create a better match than any other ever conceived." That or....................... I was drunk. One or the other. Maybe both.

King: Uhh.... okay. Do you think that your emotions may get the better of you in this match? do you think you may be more pre-occupied with beating Jake, than grabbing the Light Heavyweight Championship?

Bre: No... Actually that title means so much to me. I will be a bit pre-occupied with beating up Jake, but it will only be to teach him and all the doubters of ACW a lesson, you don't mess with Bre Double T. You better stay out of my way, more importantly, you do not mess with a man and his hardware. I assure you that I will walk out with MY belt, tonight.

King: any other comments Bre?

Bre: Tonight, I guarantee THE Ultimate Massacre......................... and get out of my locker room.

King leaves the locker room, and the camera zooms in on Bre who sits down and starts whistling.

Fade Out.

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Segment: Lucky Number (Credit: Hunter)

The scene fades in without a moment's hesitation, allowing the audience to get a nice view of Ginger's office before the camera starts to focus on Ginger himself. He sits elegantly upon his large throne, high enough to look down on ACW with any kind of look he so wishes. Today, he is wearing a cocky smirk and is busy fumbling around with random papers. You'd think that being the boss, he could just make other people fumble with papers. But no, he's old-fashioned. That, and this narrator could unfortunately not find an adequate action for him to partake in. Before I resort to cliches, Ginger's door bursts open in a lively manner to reveal the ACW Champion standing in the hallway. He enters without Ginger having to even invite him inside, closing the door on his way in.

Ginger: What an unexpected surprise.

Hunter: Really? I thought you would be expecting me? After all, you say that you always look for me when we have business.

Ginger: Oh, we do. I just wanted to save it for later. But as long as you're here...

He pulls out a large yellow envelope and places it down before him. He takes out a large piece of paper and a pen and looks down at the paper.

Ginger: Hmmm...between one and eight.

Hunter: Take your time. Make sure you choose my number.

Ginger: Heh. Wouldn't matter much, really. It's not like you're going to find out what the number is.

Hunter: I have my ways.

Ginger: No, no you don't. I'll have this envelope so heavily guarded that it'd take 007 to get it.

Hunter: ...give me five minutes with a phone and you've got it.

Ginger laughs heartily, then smiles.

Ginger: Ah, the perfect number.

Ginger writes it down and slides the piece of paper into the envelope before Hunter can even realize what's going on. He slips the envelope below the desk and sits silently with his arms folded.

Ginger: Anything else?

Hunter: ...you write fast.

Ginger: Yeah, I've been practicing. But this more than assures that you don't know what the number is.

Hunter: Indeed.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hunter turns around, opens the door, and walks out. The less he has to speak with Ginger, the happier he'll be. He walks down the hallway and starts to replay the events that just happened in his head. Unfortunately for him, however, he cannot figure out what the number is.

But he will soon enough.

Fade Out.

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Segment: How do you cook fish? (Credit: Rena)

Rena and Tyler stepped into her house, placing their muddy boots at the mat.

Rena: I need to change.

Tyler: okay.

Rena: Go get a drink at the bar, and I’ll be back.

Rena moved upstairs as Tyler headed into the grand living room. It looked like a lobby of a rich hotel, he pondered as he grabbed something from the bar. As he sipped on his alcohol, he looked at all the photos. Some of them were Rena alone, and some with her previous boyfriends inside the frames. Senator, Daredevil and others were some men that caught his eye.

Tyler: She’s dated a lot… I wonder-

Rena: Ready!

She popped into the room with her arms out. She was wearing deep-red laced lingerie with a see-through red housecoat. Tyler’s jaw dropped, as well as his drink.

Tyler: OMG I’m so sorry about the spill.

Rena: It’s okay. I’ll get it later. Let’s get cookin’ hunni!

Tyler: Okay. I’ll just stay here, and clean this up…you cook.

Rena: You….sure?

Tyler: Yeah!

Rena: okay…oh god.

Tyler: What is it?

Rena: Nothing! Nothing!

She zoomed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone, dialing a number quickly. There was a pause, and then a sudden burst of noise; it was as if WW3 was underway. After a few seconds, a stressed voice comes on the line.

…: Oh, you little – I’m going to….Hullo?

Rena: Alicia! I need help!

AK: What now? I’m really quite busy at the moment..

Rena: How do you cook fish?

AK: I don’t know. Latino hates it.

Rena: ALICIA! PLEASE!

More crashing in the back, and meowing.

AK: The window’s locked, stupid cat….. I’m sorry Rena, but I don’t have time to talk at the moment. You’re on your own.

Rena: You have to know!

AK sounds irritated.

AK: Look, it’s you he’s dating...not me! You’ll figure it out.

Rena: Fine!

She hung up the phone enraged, and whispered out ‘bitch’.

Tyler: Everything alright?

Rena: Umm yeah.!

She stood by herself in the kitchen, across from the fish. The oven dinged, already heated to perfect temperature.

Rena: Should I cut off the head…? No. Just put it in!

Tyler: Did you skin the fish?

Rena: Umm yeah…

Tyler: Good.

She nervously shoved the fish in the pan and closed the door.

Rena: How the hell do you skin a fish? It doesn’t have skin.

Tyler moved into the kitchen and put his hand on Rena’s waist, kissing her neck.

Tyler: You’re a good cook.

Rena: yeah…

Tyler: God I want you.

Rena: Wait till after supper. I think after you’ve seen what I’ve done to this fish all you’ll want is me…

Tyler: What do you mean?

All of a sudden, black smoke poured form the oven. Rena pushed Tyler off and moved to the door.

Rena: SHIT!

She opened it, and black smoke splashed out at her face, moving around the room. Tyler stuck his hand in the oven, throwing the pan out, burning his hands.

Tyler: FUCK!

Rena: Tyler!

Tyler and Rena fell to the floor, her holding his burnt hand. They looked over to see the poor fish, no longer a color but black.

Rena: I’m sorry about supper. I’m a bad cook.

Tyler: I can see. It’s alright.

Rena: Let’s put that hand in cold water…

Tyler: Okay.

Rena kissed his hand, and put ice cubes in a bucket, filling the rest with water. Tyler winced as the extreme cold liquid hit his hand.

Tyler: Shit that’s cold.

Rena: It’s supposed to be. I’m sorry about all this. If I hadn’t burnt the fish, you-

Tyler: Don’t worry. I’m fine.

He smiled faintly and kissed her on the lips, rubbing his good hand up and down her face. He caressed her jaw line with his thumb, the embraced her as she put her head on his chest.

Rena: I fucked up.

Tyler: I said don’t worry. Next time we decide to eat…we’ll go out.

Rena: Why don’t you cook next time?

Tyler: I can’t.

Rena: Oh. Okay. We’re a bad pair. We’ll be eating out for the rest of our lives.

Tyler: There is no one else I would rather eat out with.

Rena: Thanks.

Tyler: No problem.

Rena: I guess, if you want, we can have sex now.

Tyler: I don’t feel like it.

Rena: What?

Tyler: I don’t want to be like the others. Screw you until you get bored of them.

Rena: That’s not-

Tyler: I know what it was like for them. I want to be someone different for you. Someone you don’t get bored with so easily.

Rena: I understand. How about we watch a movie?

Tyler: Which one?

Rena: The Notebook…

Tyler: Oh God.

Rena: Hey! You made me fish today! And cook it!

Tyler: Fine. But you better have alcohol. I’ll need a lot to finish that movie!

Rena laughed and punched him in the chest.

Rena: Deal!

Tyler: I love you.

Rena: You too.

They kissed again, and smiled as she plunged her head back onto his chest. It was as if nothing could ever come between them… but fate is about to intervene…

((Fade Out))

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Segment: Until We Meet Again (Credit: Hitman)

The world of wrestling is one of great peril and risk. There are bumps and there are bruises. Yet, there is only so much a human body can take. Eventually, we all learn to know our limits. This is the case for one of ACW's biggest (literally) stars.

Slowly does the scene fade into the locker room of Team KYSPBA, the scheduled opponents for BK London, Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune, Latino and "Macho Man" RDK. The World Champion Hunter throws a couple fists to signify he is more than ready for the big main event tonight. The silence is broken with a knocking on the door. Senator looks up then walks over to the door and opens it. Hitman stands in the pathway with a laptop under his arm.

Senator: Hitman! Ready for the big match tonight?

Hitman just looks down at the ground.

Senator: Dude, what's wrong?

Hitman: Um... guys... I need to... show you something.

Hunter looks over to the resident giant of ACW as he sits down at the table. He places the laptop down on the coffee table and opens it up. As he switches it on, Hitman's expression does not change as Senator and Hunter have no clue what is going on. Hitman gets to his desktop and goes to the internet. He types in the ACW main address and the website shows up. He clicks on a link and what Hunter and Senator read is more shocking than anything they could've expected.

"BREAKING - Hitman quits

This morning, we found out that ACW's giant Hitman of the Gods has announced his departure from the company. His last match will be tonight at Ragnarok. We at ACW wish Hitman the best in future endeavours."

Hunter and Senator's jaws drop as they turn to Hitman.

Hunter: Quitting?!

Hitman nods slowly with a bit of guilt written on his face.

Senator: But... why?!

Hitman: Senator, Hunter, listen, I know what you guys are thinking. Just hear me out when I say this... The work schedule is getting hectic plus you all remember what happened with Andre the Giant, right? I don't want that to happen to me. I just want to retire from wrestling and settle down. Maybe, I'll have a family one day. I'd love to be able to play with my kids someday... But right now, I'm done with it. I'm done with the travel, I'm done with wrestling... Man, I'm just done with it, period.

A tense silence falls over the room as Hunter and Senator slowly nod.

Hunter: We... we get we're you're coming at.

Senator: Yeah, it's perfectly fine with us. Besides, as long as you can work this one match tonight, you'll be forgiven.

Hitman then gives a small smile.

Hitman: Thanks a lot. Now come on, we need to go out there and prove to the world we can still stick together. It's just like they say... United we stand...

Senator: Divided we fall.

Hunter: Come on, guys. Let's go get ready.

The three men then stand up from the couch as they go and start to get ready for the upcoming main event...

END SCENE

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Match 4: ACW International Title Match
Jonny Spade vs. Santiago Rivera

Next up is a simple match – but it’s for a major title, and to settle a hotly contested rivalry. Philip gives the match the seriousness it deserves.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a singles contest set for one fall, and it is for the ACW International Championship. Chairman Gingerdude has placed some addition stipulations on this match; the defending champion cannot retain his title via countout or disqualification, in the event of this happening the title will automatically pass to the challenger. Therefore, without further ado…. from Toronto Canada, challenging for the title tonight, he is a member of the Untouchables… Jonny Spade!

”Bodies” hits, and Jonny emerges on to the stage with Damien beside him. They both hold their arms up to the crowd, and Damien wishes Jonny luck before returning to the back (evidently Jonny doesn’t want to place him at risk again). The crowd pushes forward to try and get closer as Jonny walks down the ramp; he enters the ring calmly, and holds one arm up in a simple sign of intent before stretching and carrying out some last minute warmup movements.

Then, “Nymphetamine” hits, and the crowd shifts into booing of epic proportions as Santiago comes out, his belt placed on his shoulder.

Philip: And from New York City, he is the defending ACW International Champion and a member of KYSPBA… Santiago Rivera!

Santiago taunts the crowd with the belt on his way down to the ring, but his smirk fades as he enters it. The referee takes the belt and holds it up quickly; he wants to get the match underway before the two men in the ring decide to start it themselves. The crowd cheers, and the ref signals for the match to start.

Bell rings.

With all that’s been going on in the lead-up to this match, it’s not surprising that the fans are fired up and expecting nothing less than a classic match from the protagonists. Santiago seems undaunted by the pressure that Ginger’s stipulations for the match has placed upon him, and he moves lightly for a muscular guy, motioning to Jonny to bring the fight to him. Jonny needs little in the way of persuasion, and in the blink of an eye the pair are locked up together, another blink and Santiago gets an arm to Jonny’s neck and throws him sideways to the mat. Santiago is not holding back; he drops and uses a few mounting punches on Jonny before attempting a roll-up. Jonny breaks out easily, before even a count of 1 has been completed, but he knows at once that Santiago is not here to engage in a drawn out struggle if he can possibly avoid it. Indeed, Santiago is making all the running in these opening few minutes; he springs back up, and moves right in with powerful hooked blows that make even the usually rock solid Jonny stagger a little. With a brutal-looking kick to the gut, Santiago sets up a whip to the ropes and a swift spinebuster, again into the pin; Jonny kicks just after the 1 count, and the crowd’s encouragement spurs him to hop back up and pound his chest with a closed fist, directly defying Santiago’s efforts to intimidate him. The pair close in and more strong blows are exchanged; now, however, the initial flush of Santiago’s opening seems to have waned just enough for Jonny to step up and start to fight the match for real. He lands one, two, three glancing blows to Santiago’s chest, and then suddenly busts out a dropkick to the same area; Santiago is taken off balance,
stumbles backward and ends up half-slumped against the ropes.

With the crowd cheering, Jonny wastes no time in dashing forward and hitting Santiago with a mighty clothesline. Santiago is upended over the top rope, but the veteran of many battle royals instinctively grabs on and gets his feet planted on the apron – but only for a second, as he leaps up and then springboards into a Tornado DDT that makes the crowd pop in spite of his heel status. Jonny is dazed for a moment or so, allowing Santiago to make another pin attempt; the referee counts, 1,2 – but Jonny kicks, and the referee also spots that Santiago is using the ropes for leverage, and admonishes him for it. Santiago glares and mutters under his breath, as Jonny gets back on his feet. Jonny, though still a little dizzy from the DDT, doesn’t give Santiago any breathing space and moves forward to hit his foe with a couple of forearm blows, before whipping him into the nearest corner. Santiago hits it chest-first, with a groan; Jonny rushes in and delivers a turnbuckle splash, turning himself so that the pair connect back to back. Jonny quickly seeks to build on his success, battering Santiago with a flurry of kicks to the back before he can turn himself around and then performing a neat german suplex out of the corner. He flips over to make a cover of his own, and nearly gets a 2 count – but Santiago kicks out strongly and tries to reverse the pin. Jonny resists, and the pair end up rolling over several times until they part; they both leap up and charge one another, leading to a crunching collision that make the fans wince and does damage to both men. Jonny and Santiago both stagger back, and there is a momentary lull; their rivalry is fierce, but they both know that brute force alone won’t win the day. It’s time for them both
to get smart – and serious.

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When they move forward again, there is noticeable increase in caution on the part of both men. They tie up, looking for a chance to apply a hold, and Jonny makes the breakthrough first by lifting his knee and quickly shifting his hands around behind Santiago’s head, pressing down with a sudden sharp motion. Santiago takes a blow to the forehead and his vision blurs; Jonny lifts him and goes for a swift powerbomb, but Santiago flips out before Jonny can complete the move and backs away rapidly. Some of the crowd taunt him for being “yellow”, but many more can see that Santiago is forcing Jonny to work for every single chance to hurt him. Jonny expected nothing less, and continues to move forward, forcing Santiago to be continually in motion in order to maintain the gap. The stalemate can’t last, and Jonny succeeds in maneuvering Santiago back into one of the corners; he works methodically over Santiago, starting with a few forearms to the chest and then moving downward to some stiff knees to the abdomen. By getting so close, however, he gives Santiago an escape route; Santiago locks in a triangle choke and pressures Jonny’s neck. Jonny instinctively tries to back away, thus giving Santiago the room he needs; Santiago turns the hold into a neckbreaker, and then makes a cover for just short of the 2 count. Jonny rubs his neck as he gets up, and a few of the more observant fans spot a brief smile from Santiago as he notices this. But the smile doesn’t last long; Jonny is getting peeved, and as adrenaline starts to flow, he grabs Santiago and whips him into the nearest set of ropes. Santiago bounces back before he’s even really aware of being in motion, and Jonny makes the crowd react massively with a Arn Anderson style spinebuster delivered with exceptional force. Santiago lies on the mat for a couple of seconds as Jonny gets up, and makes a belt gesture around his waist, firing up the fans even further.

Santiago sits up, but Jonny boots him in the chest to send him back to the horizontal, and then uses a leg drop to the shoulders before making a pin. It gets about a 1.5 count, and a less than complimentary remark from Santiago; Jonny stands back up, and clubs Santiago with a couple of strong blows before lifting him up into the Torture Rack position. He holds this for several seconds before completing the Towerhacker Bomb, to a loud pop; Jonny pins once again, but still can only keep Santiago down for a 2 count. Santiago smirks, and the pair rise – Santiago taunts Jonny, goading him further, and the pair lock up, each straining for supremacy. Jonny hooks Santiago up for a suplex, but Santiago surprises everyone by flipping himself over Jonny so that the pair are back to back, and then dropping to the mat to drive Jonny’s neck against his shoulder. Working quickly, Santiago gets Jonny into a surfboard stretch; the referee checks if Jonny wants to submit, but Jonny refuses to do so, and the crowd shouts its encouragement. Though Santiago does his best to keep the hold locked in, a concentrated effort from Jonny after a minute or so overcomes him, and Jonny rolls away from his opponent, breathing hard to get oxygen back into his aching muscles. Santiago remains cocky as ever, but those watching closely can see the strain starting to appear in his eyes. The longer the match goes on, the more likely Santiago’s temper is to flare – and he knows full well that just one instance of this could cost him the match and his title…

Jonny uses the ropes to pull himself up and faces Santiago again; the stresses of the match are making themselves felt, but instead of concern at this, Jonny finds that it gives him an idea as to how he can truly bring the match within his reach. He approaches Santiago, who suddenly speeds up and goes for the ten gallon boot, but Jonny sidesteps it and Santiago instead reaches the ropes. He grabs them to stop himself rebounding, but as he turns Jonny comes dashing in, and drives his shoulder into Santiago’s breastbone, before lifting the same arm and savagely elbowing him with a backward swing. Santiago’s head spins for a moment, and Jonny takes his chance; he uses the S-Drop#3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker) to subdue his foe, and then gets the crowd cheering loudly as he pulls him back from the ropes, and applies the Haas of Pain. The effect is immediate; Santiago’s eyes snap open, and he is clearly in a lot of difficulty resisting the hold. The referee monitors the situation closely; the crowd starts chanting “Tap! Tap!” and Jonny’s face is creased with the sheer effort he’s putting into the move. The clock keeps ticking, passes one minute, and still the situation is deadlocked. Santiago’s defences are stripped away; he looks at the international title on the timekeeper’s desk, and thinks of all the times he came so close before but was denied…

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In a small way, Santiago feels empathy for Jonny. But now the boot is very firmly on the other foot, he’s not prepared to give up his gold while he still has energy left in his body, and with a yell of determination he bursts out of the hold, stunning Jonny and all those watching. Taken by surprise, Jonny is unprepared to defend himself from Santiago’s Suicide Cutter. The crowd expects a pin, but Santiago has a different plan, and he puts his muscular physique to full use by applying the Pain Killer, his own version of the Haas of Pain. With the situation quite literally reversed, the crowd tries to get Jonny energized, shouting and stamping, but Jonny’s taken a lot of punishment to his neck and back, and his condition is precarious. Santiago’s use of the move is slightly less precise than Jonny’s, which is not surprising since he’s used it for a lesser period of time, but he makes up for it with sheer strength. Jonny seems to be fading; the referee lifts his arm, and though Jonny keeps it elevated, it’s clearly a struggle. Santiago yells at Jonny to tap, and Jonny’s confidence ebbs… but he too can see the belt on the desk, and Jonny realizes that the pain he’s enduring now is nothing compared to the agony of defeat, especially if he somewhere inside still has the energy to fight back. Does he have it, or is this match over?

……Jonny takes a deep breath, and then asks himself the question. It’s as if someone’s just electrified the mat; Jonny thrashes and twists, and Santiago tries with all his considerable might to hang on, but he can’t, and the pair are thrown apart. The crowd goes berserk, and both Jonny and Santiago spring back on to their feet – this match isn’t over yet, and the best is yet to come…

Both men are tapping their deepest reserves of strength as they fly at one another, raw willpower being matched with strikes of devastating force. Jonny is slightly quicker, and brings Santiago down with a mighty Spear. He uses mounted punches to batter his foe, and forces a pin out of nowhere – 1,2 – Santiago kicks, but Jonny barely even seems to notice, he’s already getting up and dragging Santiago with him. The crowd goes wild as Jonny nails the S-Drop#4 (Oklahoma Slam to Backbreaker) and pins again, 1,2, - Santiago kicks out, but this time closer to the 2.5. Jonny is surging with energy; he jumps up again, and this time goes all out with the Dragon Fly – but Santiago proves why he’s such a dangerous opponent, countering the finisher into a rollup in the blink of an eye, 1,2 – Jonny kicks out at the 2.5 mark, perilously close to an ignominious end to the match. The crowd boos, but Santiago ignores them totally, his attention focused purely on what’s inside the ring. He signals that he’s ready to end the match, and closes the gap to Jonny, throwing him up on to his shoulders for the Texas Tea. Jonny though punches Santiago in the head as he does this, Santiago’s balance is screwed up, and the pair crash to the mat; Jonny again goes for a lightning pin, getting slightly more than a 2 count. Santiago is really coming under pressure now; his eyes seem to naturally skirt the outside of the ring, but he knows that being DQed is not an option. However, if Jonny were to be the offender… Santiago starts to taunt Jonny more fiercely than ever, daring him to break the rules. Jonny though just shakes his head; he’s too experienced to make that kind of error. Santiago and Jonny stare at one another for a moment; Santiago gives a brief smile, and Jonny smiles back, as if the pair of them have reached some sort of private understanding… the match and the title will be decided on skill alone. Which is, deep down, what they both truly desire…

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The crowd is making a huge amount of noise as Jonny and Santiago come together, ploughing everything they have left into a final push for victory. The crowd, who at one point thought they could see where the match was going, now has absolutely no idea who will prevail; both men have tested one another to breaking point, and neither has been found wanting. Jonny comes forward, going for a clothesline, and Santiago counters it into the Mexican Destroyer for a 2 count. Jonny pushes Santiago back, and rises back to his feet; the pair trade a few more blows until Santiago attempts to counter into the Prey Killer (Half Nelson Suplex), but Jonny sees it coming and quickly shifts around, countering this himself into a Full Nelson Suplex. Jonny’s pin gets a 2.5; Santiago breathes hard, and Jonny gets up, swiftly signaling the Silver Spade. If it is successful, the match is over; the crowd roars as Jonny tries to execute the move, but Santiago senses the danger and kicks Jonny away before he can get a proper grip. Santiago signals for the ICU, and again the crowd reacts loudly; Jonny sees the signal out of the corner of his eye, and rushes forward to strike Santiago and prevent the move…

…but Santiago’s trick has worked, and as Jonny dashes in, Santiago leaps forward, grabs Jonny by the head, and slams the back of his head into the mat. Jonny is badly dazed, and Santiago pulls off a rapid Canadian Backbreaker, a prelude to his true intent, and the move that he’s been secretly building toward the whole time. And “Secret” is exactly the word for it, for as Jonny lies on the mat, Santiago gets his legs into a cloverleaf position and falls back, holding them in place with his arms and locking his legs around Jonny’s waist to complete Santi’s Secret, his most painful submission move.

Jonny pounds his fists on the mat, the agony clear for all to see. He tries to roll over, but Santiago just rolls with him, and then flips them back. Even with his arms free, Jonny is too fatigued to try and reach the ropes; he simply can’t get the traction. The crowd practically yells itself hoarse and Jonny uses all the strength he has left to try and get free… but it’s just not enough, and the pain in his limbs is becoming unbearable. Jonny has no choice but to tap out, and after enduring the hold for 45 seconds, he does so, the pain of defeat clearly etched across his face. The bell rings, and the referee shouts at Santiago to release the hold. Santiago does so at once; Jonny can’t see it, but Santiago collapses flat on to the canvas, utterly exhausted and having had to give absolutely everything to earn the win.

Philip: Here is your winner, and STLL ACW International Champion…. Santiago Rivera!

Both men lie on the mat for several moments; Santiago is still down when the referee comes over with his belt, and it looks as if his legs will barely support him as he stands up. Santiago smirks for a second, but he can’t keep up the pretence after such a grueling contest, and rather than taunt the crowd he simply holds the belt to his chest, feeling the cool metal against his skin.

Jonny slowly gets on his feet; he keeps his eyes to the mat at first, the defeat weighing heavily on him. But the crowd are on their feet as one, and once he’s had a moment to compose himself, Jonny walks around the ring, holding up his arms in recognition of the fans. The crowd cheers without reservation, and chants of “Jonny! Jonny!” are clearly audible; Jonny smiles at this, and is able to hold his head up as he leaves the ring, knowing that he gave the match everything he had.

Santiago too accepts the applause from the crowd; there are a few boos, but most of the fans only want to recognize a fantastic performance from one of ACW’s hardest workers. Santiago is clearly pleased, and as the situation sinks in, he returns to his cocky character, holding up the belt and thumping his chest.

As Santiago leaves the ring himself, the shows cuts to a commercial break.

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Segment: Michael and Me

(Disclaimer: This segment is intended purely as a mildly amusing diversion, that occurred to me as being curiously appropriate. No offence is intended toward anyone’s political leanings.)

The crew are all ready to restart the show after the break, but they are beaten to it as static overtakes the alphatron. The crowd sits up and pays attention as the picture resolves, and the shot starts to move down the corridor – is the mystery stalker actually here in ACW?

Several crew members appear in shot, the faces a picture of shock. The camera moves quickly, jerkily, until it suddenly stops, and swivels right; the door is ajar, and movement can be heard inside. Then, there is a familiar voice.

AK: Randy, is that you? Did you bring my bottled water back with you?

A large hand reaches out, and pushes the door open; the crowd yells out in warning, it’s just like something out of Jaws. AK isn’t looking toward the door; she turns her head, looks into the camera-

AK: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

The shot jumps, as if the person holding the camera is startled.

??: Hey, it’s OK! I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m not armed or anything, gun crime is the scourge of this country…

AK’s cry has brought a swift response, with RDK dashing in from one direction, BK and Latino from the other. An ACW camera crew is also with them.

Latino: Chula! Are you-

He stops as he sees who is inside the room. RDK and BK are right behind him, and they too look more than a little surprised at what they see.

The man is rotund, with a baseball cap and rough stubble. He’s familiar to some of the crowd, namely those who were forced to sit through the entirety of “Bowling for Columbine” in High School ethics class.

Michael Moore: Great, great! You’re all here. Greetings, noble warriors against oppression!

A pause.

AK:…..er, come again?

Michael Moore: I’m here to document your valiant struggle in your match tonight. You four represent the lowly and downtrodden of our society… you’ve got a black guy, a Hispanic, a woman and a Canadian! It’s a perfect metaphor for the battle between the disadvantaged and the White, Caucasian, American Republican majority!

Another pause.

RDK: Uh, Brudah, I think the Senator’s a Democrat.

Michael Moore:……well some Democrats vote with the Republicans on certain issues. They’re almost as bad.

BK: And Kudo’s Japanese.

Michael Moore: Oh, that’s ok, we’ll film him from the rear and pretend he’s a product of the appallingly restrictive Chinese government education policies. He’ll get a sympathetic cut in the final piece-

Latino butts in.

Latino: Look mira, we’re all very flattered, but we have a big match to wrestle, and I’m pretty sure that you’re impinging on ACW copyrights.

Michael Moore: Copyrights? Who worries about copyrights when you have a chance to inspire millions of ordinary people? It’s the message that counts.

BK pushes past into the room, and folds his arms.

BK: Listen, wideboy, the only message I’m interested in getting across is that BK London is the number one superstar in this fed. So make yourself scarce, we’ve got strategies to discuss.

BK shepherds Moore out of the room; a small crowd of crew has turned up to see what all the fuss is about.

Michael Moore: But what about my new film? And its accompanying book “Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Republicans, And Why I’m Such A Genius?”

Security has been alerted by someone, and the guards arrive to remove the interloper from the building. They indicate that he should follow them, but AK has one of her sneaky looks on, and she quickly writes something on a piece of paper.

AK: Mr. Moore… I’m sorry we can’t help you, but I think I know somewhere that is in dire need of your investigative talents. Plenty of minorities being oppressed, rampant gun law flouting, that sort of thing.

She hands him the paper; Moore looks at it, and then tips his cap.

Moore: Much obliged… do you want a slot on the credits?

AK: Oh no, you deserve the recognition. Have a nice day…

Security leaves with the “visitor”, and the crowd disperses. RDK and BK head into the locker room, but Latino gives AK a look.

Latino: All right, what did you do?

AK: Exactly what I said.

On the pad, she retraces what she wrote before, and shows it to Latino. It says:

“Omni Complex,
Downtown Montgomery,
Alabama

Ask for Management.”

Latino’s eyes widen.

Latino: Do you think he’ll make it back in one piece?

AK: Dunno. But I bet it’ll make a good report on FOX news….

They both head into the locker room, laughing, and shut the door, as the scene fades out.

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Segment: Business is Business (Credit: ??)

The camera pans around the arena to fill time until the next participants are ready. Fans cheer and hold up their signs when they see the camera looking at them. However, their new found stardom is cut short as music begins to play over the sound system.

But it’s not one they’ve heard before. Nor is it very interesting. It’s the age old classic, Pomp and Circumstance. Suddenly, three people show up at the entrance. Two men and a woman, all in business suits. No one really knows what to make of them and so there’s not really a reaction. Reaction or not, they’re making their way to the ring, and the woman has a microphone. When they get into the ring, the music cuts away and the woman raises the microphone to her mouth. She smiles and appears overly cheerful.

Woman: Good evening, ACW. We’ve already met, can you remember?

The crowd doesn’t really recognize her, and so they don’t respond.

Woman: I’m sure you can if you try really hard.

Again, no reaction.

Woman: Alas. I wasn’t really expecting you to recall the event though. We were rudely interrupted by that woman.

The taller man leans over and whispers something into her ear.

Woman: Yes, Alicia was her name. Thank you. Because we didn’t get a formal introduction, we felt it would be in our best interest, and yours, the fans’, to come out here tonight and do that. My name is Ms. Aurelia.

The camera pans up and down her quickly. She is not what you would call eye candy. She is very stocky, and appears more wide than tall. If the famous Batman villain The Penguin were female, this would be the appearance.

Aurelia: The man to my right, is Mr. Ash.

The camera looks over at him. He’s almost 6’0, but other than that, his body is purely average. His hair, which is unnaturally white, definitely sticks out among the rest of his features, but somehow fits with his very pale skin. He looks a bit tired and worn out, and his face displays no emotion.

Aurelia: And the kind sir to my left is Mr. Aoyama.

In the company of anyone else, someone might mistake Aoyama for a Yakuza. He has a very average Japanese build, short black hair, and stylish shades.

Aurelia: We're so excited to be here! It's such a fantastic thrill to see cheery little faces looking back at me!

None of the fans look the least bit "cheery." On the contrary, many look offended at being addressed as though they were still in kindergarten.

Aurelia: In case you didn’t put it together yet, we’re Triple A. I know you remember the video promo. It was only on Monday. I thought that would be a good way to gather your attention after our unfortunate incident with Alicia.

She waits for a reaction, but again, it does not come. She continues.

Aurelia: I know what you’re thinking. You’re all wondering what we’re doing here. I know you precious little sadists want your matches, and the show will continue as soon as this one on one between you and I is finished.

Some people are beginning to get a tad restless. If she notices, she chooses to ignore them.

Aurelia: Your little company is run by a good, hard working man. Mr. Ginger. But as proficient as he is at his job, he simply cannot handle every aspect of it. Could you yourself manage income, manage paychecks, scout new talent, keep up with regulations, maintain a positive and friendly public image, and still find time for yourself? No, you could not. That’s why we’re here. I have signed onto the company as head of Public Relations. I will be the one who keeps you wonderful fans in the know regarding insider information, and to ensure ACW maintains a respectable public image.

There are a few scattered boos, but she proceeds with her speech.

Aurelia: Every company head has taken ACW in a different direction. Pruning what ought to have been pruned, retaining traditions while abandoning others. Though the days ahead may not be to your liking, let us move forward in an era of openness, efficiency, and effectiveness, hoping to preserve this er..."wrestling federation."

Aurelia's lip curls slightly as she finishes the word "federation," but only the fans examining her closely can notice the subtle movement. After a brief pause, she plows on.

Aurelia: Mr. Aoyama has signed on as Technical Supervisor. He is very impressive with computers and machines in general. With him on the job, Ginger won’t have to worry about the production or say, the pyrokinetics that you darling fans love so much.

She then looks toward Mr. Ash.

Aurelia: And Mr. Ash is the new Efficiency Manager. He’ll keep an eye on the staff, which includes the superstars, and make sure we work as well and as fast as possible. No more distractions. He’s going to maximize profit and minimize the time in which it’s done. This leaves Ginger with the funding and the wrestling aspect, which is a major relief for him.

She smiles, expecting some cheers. There are some here and there, but more or less it’s the same as it has been.

Aurelia: Right then. I hope we become the best of friends! Please enjoy the rest of the show, and we’ll see you next time, ACW!

She nods at Aoyama and Ash, and they nod back. The three then exit the ring and make their leave.

End Segment.