Fallen Heroes 2006

[Latino]

ACW Proudly Presents: Fallen Heroes
Saturday 29th April, 2006

ACW Caribbean Tour Finale:
Coliseo De Puerto Rico

Schedule of Matches:
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Gary vs. Kevin: The Rematch

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Hitman vs. Draco

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Vladimir vs. Surion

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ACW Tag Titles Match
Flower Power vs. Cold Blooded Killers

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Barbed-Wire Steel Cage Match
The Great KUDA vs Tornado

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ACW Entertainment Title Match
Predator vs. Rawt

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ACW International Title Match
Macho Man RDK vs. Santiago Rivera

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ACW World Title Match
BK London vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune

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Fallen Heroes 30 Man Over-the-Top Rumble Match

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Puerto Rico: an island that stands as a bridge between two cultures, and a place with a distinguished wrestling history that makes it a highly suitable venue for the climax of ACW’s successful Caribbean tour. As with all PPVs, tickets have been highly sought after, and the audience that finds itself in the Coliseo de Puerto Rico on a balmy evening is a mix of locals and fans who have traveled in from the mainland USA specifically for the event.

A short but impressive pyro show announces the official start of the show, and the crowd cheers enthusiastically. They’re expecting big things, both from the undercard (which alone would make a great spectacle) and from the legendary Fallen Heroes Rumble Match. After tonight, someone will have earned themselves a shot at the biggest prize in ACW, on its most prestigious stage… Omega Effect.

The fans settle as the traveling alphatron is brought into service, and the first scene of the night begins…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Forgive but never forget (Credit: BK/Santiago)

As the scene fades in from black an immediate shot of Santiago, preparing alone for his match against RDK tonight, is shown. More specifically he's preparing the corridor as opposed to in a locker room where the rest of the ACW superstars are more than likely currently dwelling. As he stretches he realizes that he is no longer alone. Slowly he ceases stretching and looks over with a slightly annoyed look off-camera. As the camera pulls out it is revealed that the person he is looking at with a grimacing look is Predator.

Santiago: Umm...Can I help you?

Predator: Can you help me? Get that smug look off your face - I'm in no mood for games.

Santiago continues to look Predator with the same look.

Predator: Mr. London did a lot to get you on the Corporate Alliance and the least you can show him is some respect. He pried you away from that hell hole of a stable the Senatorial Stable because he knew you would be beneficial to our team. He knew you would be a prime star, and I think all of us see that in this stable but your rebellious attitude has gone too far.

Santiago now adjusts his wristbands.

Santiago: Too far huh? You want to tell me about going a little too far? Look at you, sucking up to BK's ass week in and week out, being his little message boy. You really believe that you're the next BK London which you couldn't be any farther away from, so you better stop and think next time before you come to me and say that I'VE gone too far.

Predator: We watched that little interview segment you had on Monday, we watched how you basically ripped into BK London with no respect or remorse for anything you had to say. And why? Because he called you out on your little losing streak? - Which might I add continued on Warfare this week? And what have you shown for it huh? What?!

Santiago doesn't look too concerned with anything Predator is saying at this point but notices that Predator is wagging his finger around while “lecturing” him.

Santiago: You want to put that finger down or would you rather it broken? Not even my own mother wags her finger at me.

Predator: Oh well excuuuuuse me. Your mother must be ashamed of you, I would probably hang my head low too for pushing such a loser kid through my wide -

At that exact moment Santiago wraps his entire hand around the mouth of Predator and slams him against the wall.

Santiago: Listen, I don't really give a damn what you OR BK London really thinks of me at this point. I plan on going out there tonight and showing exactly why I am -

??: THE GREATEST International Champion of all time.

Slowly Santiago's head turns around and a smile grows across the face of Predator. The camera lines up the shot and pulls out to reveal BK London behind Santiago.

BK: Oh Santiago, Santiago, Santiago. I chose you for the Corporate Alliance because you reminded me of myself a few years back...ambitious, confident, with a slightly rebellious side in him. But thanks to your little interview thing on Monday...I see you've got a little mouth on you. But I'm willing to let that slide, I can admit that both of us were caught up in the moment of all this anger and turmoil and I...I may have said some things I didn't mean. And as a man....as a man I would like to apologize for my actions.

Santiago: Well.....I uh..accept I suppose.

BK: I really hope we can have this whole little incident blow over, I've already apologized to Jake and Predator about the same situation.

Predator: You ne-

Oof. Subtly BK stomps on the foot of Predator, shutting him up.

BK: Now go on and get out there, you have a match against RDK soon. I know you'll bring one home for the Corporate Alliance.

BK gives Santiago a friendly but hard tap on the back and Santiago picks up his International Championship and drapes it over his shoulder before disappearing to off-camera.

Predator: You're really going to just forgive him after what he said sir?

BK: I may forgive, but I don't forget Pred.

Predator: And do you think he's the one who....well....you know gave it to AK?

The fans aren’t sure exactly what this means, but they’re sure they’ll find out soon enough.

BK: He could've very well done it, but my intuition is saying that he didn't. I could be wrong, but I have a very strong feeling I'm right. But I have too much on my plate right now to worry about it, I'll deal with it later.

Predator: ...after you become World Champ?

BK: Exactly.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Gary vs. Kevin: The Rematch

An ACW Apology:

ACW regrets that, due to technical difficulties, live transmission of this match has turned out to be impossible. However, the on-site cameras have recorded the contest, and it will be replayed on an upcoming edition of Fallout (assuming that the legal complications with regard to certain of the subject matter can be worked out. Especially the part with the coconuts, the baby oil, and the live goat.

For the record, the match was won by Kevin Anderson, who therefore regains his contract to work as an ACW interviewer.

And now we are able to rejoin the live feed from Puerto Rico…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Welcome Home (Credit: Latino)

OoOoOoOooOoOoOOoOo LATINO!

A HUGE eruption of cheers is heard all over the arena as it nearly shakes from the excitement. The camera pans all over the audience as a load of signs say “Latino ha vuelto!”, “Latino = Next World Champ.” The cameras shoot back towards the entrance as red, white, and blue fireworks go off and then a large Puerto Rican Flag rolls down on both sides of the alphatron. Suddenly the beats of “Oye” is heard and then Pitbull’s voice is then heard. Latino walks through the curtains dressed in a white buttoned shirt, smooth black pants, and of course shiny black shoes. He looks to the left and right with a big grin on his face and starts to walk down the entranceway. The fans all lean over the barrier as they reach out their hands out. Latino slaps as many hands as he can and stops as he sees a large Puerto Rican flag draped over the barrier by a few fans. He then walks the rest of the way down to the ring and walks up the steel steps. Latino steps inside the ring. He calls for a microphone and Phillip quickly hands him one. Latino holds it to his mouth but stops as he the fans still are cheering. He then waits a few seconds and then begins to talk.

Latino: OYE MI GENTE! OYE MI FAMILIA! OYE MI RAZAAAAAA! I am back in San Juan….Puerto Rico! It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been here and I….I just feel energized. I don’t know what it is maybe it’s the sound of the coqui at night or the reggaeton blasting through the streets but I can’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline through this Rican veins!

The fans let out a loud cheer again as Latino stops and walks over to the nearest corner. He leans against the turnbuckles and unbuttons his cuffs. He grabs his microphone again as he continues to talk.

Latino: Sorry I just had to unbutton that. It was killing me! But like I said I am so glad to be back….home! You don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting to come back here and all month while we’ve toured one thing…..one place has been on my mind. Aquí. And what better night to come back to my home than…..Fallen Heroes! Oh wait! There seems to be a big match tonight if I’m correct!? Oh wait, I’m in that match!? Oh wait, my face is on that poster outside! It looks like everything is pointing to me, eh? I’m Puerto Rican and we’re….here in Puerto Rico. I’m on the poster. It’s all being put on me. All the pressure and all the stress!

Latino starts pacing around the ring as he continues to talk and runs his free hand through his hair.

Latino: You know what it feels to have that on a person!? All the pressure of everything you ever worked for! Everything you ever wanted! Culminated all on one night! Normally, that would be too much for these broad shoulders! Normally! Tonight is not no normality. Iam no normal person! This is my night! This is my show! This is my time! I don’t give a damn who is in that ring! I don’t care who I have to take out!

Bring them all on! I faced them all! I’ve beaten them all! I do not fear not one damn person in that rumble tonight! Bring them all on! Senator! Torak! Hunter! Dan White! Santiago! RDK! I don’t care.

Oh wait, what!? This doesn’t sound like me? I’m supposed to be friendly to all my good buddies?! You see you forgot that tonight is not about friends! Tonight is about survival! Tonight is about to see who is the best! Who is the worst! Who will come out of San Juan with a guaranteed shot for the ACW World Title at….where is it again?

Crowd: OMEGA EFFECT!

Latino: Oh yes how could I forget? I mean last year I was facing Senator in what was probably THE match of Omega Effect. Hell we stole the show! We made everyone go….”Ridley who?!”

Latino looks at the camera and gives a slight wink and then continues to talk.

Latino: Come this year…..I’m going to steal the show once again. This time it’ll be in the main event. This time there WILL be a title on the line. This time…..I’ll walk out Omega Effect……World Champion.

Latino stops to pause as he looks around. He then walks over to the nearest corner and then climbs the turnbuckle. He holds the microphone to his mouth and briefly pauses. The fans are all cheering again as a smirk creeps over his face and then he says one more line.

Latino: Tonight……the Latino One……..has returned!

Latino slams his chest repeatedly with his free hand and jumps back down on the mat. He tosses the microphone towards Phillip and leaves the ring as he steps between the ropes. He slaps hands with many of the fans as the scene fades to black.

* Fades to Black *

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Change of Seasons (Credit: Hunter)

The scene fades in as it usually does, this time giving a slightly foreign view to what the ACW crowd is used to, this being the exterior of the arena. Its walls reflect the dark sunlight that hits them, something that no one is surprised to see given the time of day. But soon the light disappears, throwing itself into a dark winter as the air becomes chillier, and five dark shadows appear alongside the arena wall. The shadows appear in the forms of humans, four men and one woman. The men walk forward in a line and look in different directions, acting as a cohesive unit to prevent any dangers from interfering with their work, while the woman follows quietly behind. They approach a large door behind the arena and their apparent leader steps forward, his white suit confusing the large tan security guard before him.

Guard: Señor, tú---

Cross: I do not speak Spanish.

The guard sighs, clearly disgruntled by the tall man before him.

Guard: Uh...you...cannot enter...sir.

Cross: Oh, well I am afraid that I must.

Guard: Sir, I cannot...allow...en...entrance...to you and your friends...sir.

Cross: Well you have no choice in the matter, for I have an appointment.

Guard: Sir...do not...get pushy. You---

Cross: I am not being pushy, I simply need to get inside.

Grimm slowly approaches the two as the guard attempts to think of some more English phrases he knows that translate to "you cannot enter."

Guard: Sir...please, you must---

Grimm: We must do nothing, you sad excuse for a human being.

Guard: That is---

Grimm: Unacceptable? That is what you people always say, and yet I do not care.

The guard's anger grows, and he quickly lifts his large arms and pushes Grimm back, causing the latter to ram the back of his legs into a nearby railing. Grimm smirks and reaches into his pocket...but plunges his hand back inside his pocket once he hears the door open.

Hunter: There you guys are!

Grimm, Cross, and the security guard turn towards the door and see Hunter standing in the open doorway. Hunter notices the large object in Grimm's hand and realizes how close the security guard came to death...maybe closer.

Hunter: It's okay, Pablo, they're with me.

Pablo: Yes, Mr. Hunter.

Pablo slightly bows and moves aside, allowing the other five to follow Hunter inside. Once they are well inside and they hear the door slam, Hunter spins around and grabs Grimm by the collar.

Hunter: Never...EVER...try to kill anyone here. There are too many witnesses and---

Grimm: Unhand me, or I actually WILL have to kill someone here.

Hunter pauses for a moment, and then makes the wise decision by letting go of Grimm's collar. Grimm straightens it and smirks.

Grimm: He pushed me, the others saw it. It is justifiable.

Hunter: You shooting him is justifiable because he pushed you?

Grimm: Yes.

Hunter: No court would ever believe that.

Grimm: Well thanks to you, no court ever will.

Hunter cannot help but think that Grimm is actually being serious with him as he speaks. He slowly shakes his head and turns his head to look at Sarah Smith standing quietly behind Grimm. Hunter slightly smiles, and then turns around, treading the halls and allowing the other five to follow him.

Hunter: Regardless, I want all of you to be very silent for the next few hours. I'll let you guys use the Senatorial Office for the time being, no one should go into it for a while because everyone's busy training for their matches, including me.

He plows his hand forward and grabs the doorknob to the very room he speaks of, and opens it swiftly. He walks in and allows the other five to enter, and then grabs Sarah's arm and slowly guides her to the couch. She sits down on the couch and simply stares off into nothingness as Hunter sighs and turns his attention back towards the others.

Hunter: There's a kitchen back there with a fridge, so you won't be hungry. Otherwise, don't mess with anything and I'll probably be back in a few hours. Any questions?

Waters: ...where is the check?

Hunter: On the desk.

Cross nods and moves forward to the Senator's desk and slowly picks up the check, looking it over hastily.

Cross: Excellent.

Hunter: Anything else?

The men all look at each other, and then fall back into their normal silence.

Hunter: Good. I'll see you guys later.

He turns the doorknob and walks out into the hall, shutting the door behind him. The other four simply look at each other and smile, Cross being the first one to take action and sit down in the Senator's chair. Grimm instantly makes his way into the kitchen, Waters starts peering around, and Truman approaches Sarah. He grabs a lock of her hair in his hand and brings it closer to his nose, sniffing at it curiously. He smirks and drops the hair, joining Waters in the act of looking around admirably. Their hearts are racing with the opportunity to act...to strike. But no, not yet. They wait for now. Their time will come very soon, and when it does...

...there will be no escape.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Hitman vs. Draco – Hitman’s Rules Match (Credit: Hitman)

Back to the ring we go. The ring has been prepared for the Hitman’s Rules match forthcoming. Philip carefully slides under the ring to avoid getting scratched by the barbed wire ropes.

Philip: “The following contest is a Hitman’s Rules match. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission.”

The lights slowly dim to black. The newer fans wonder if arena management forgot to pay the bills but the experienced fans just shake their heads at the blind curiosity of the newer fans. Without any warning, a man in a robe comes out carrying a long torch. Many people within the audience reach for their lighters and flick them on, creating a little flicker of fire. Soon after, another man with a robe and torch comes out followed by two more and then three more. They all surround the ring with the torches. Then suddenly, “God of Thunder” by KISS hits the arena and the fans leap to their feet as they see Hitman appear on the stage throughout all the smoke on the ramp.

Philip: “Introducing first, standing 7’6” and weighing in at 455 lbs, HITMAN!”

Hitman goes down the ramp, pausing to tag hands of the fans. The druids say nor do nothing but hold their torches as Hitman carefully steps onto the apron and holds down the barbed wire to step over the top rope. He nods to the fans as the druids head to the back. When they do, the music dies down and the lights now cut to red. The beginning of Godsmack’s “Time Bomb” begin to play throughout the arena. The crowd does not cheer nor do they boo but rather look on in silence. Who could this Draco be? Their questions are answered as they see two figures step out from the shadows. One wears a black robe with a red line going down the middle. The other is a girl about 5’4” with long black hair, a dark blue t-shirt, dark blue sweatpants and sneakers. Hitman just gets a wide look on his face.

Philip: “And his opponent, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 259 lbs, DRACO!”

Draco looks around at the now booing fans as we can confirm that the girl is indeed Hitman’s sister, Kayla. Draco grabs Kayla by the wrist and walks down the ramp with fireworks going off along the way. Hitman looks absolutely livid. The two approach the ring and Draco shoves Kayla off, telling her to go to the announcers table. Kayla nods nervously as she goes over to the table and takes a chair next to McNally and Edison.

McNally:: “It looks like we are being joined by Hitman’s sister.”

Edison:: “Good evening, Kayla, and welcome to our announcers table.”

Kayla:: “Thank you, Mr. Edison. I remember watching ACW in early 2005 before I was kidnapped.”

Edison:: “Good to hear. Do you have any doubts in this match as towards your brother’s ability?”

Kayla: “Mr. Edison, I have been waiting for this for nearly a year. My big brother is not backing down from this nobody and he will come out on top. Trust me, I believe in him.”

McNally and Edison silently nod as Draco is in the ring with his robe off. He wears green pants, black boots that cover up the bottom of the pant legs, gloves and elbow pads. On his chest is a tattoo of a dragon and on his face is a mask similar to Darth Vader’s but with eyeholes. He stares down Hitman not saying a word. Hitman says nothing either.

***Bell rings***

The two men slowly circle each other as they eye the barbed wire ropes and the numerous sledgehammers and chains placed at ringside. Suddenly, Hitman lunges forth with speed rarely seen by a man his size and spears Draco onto the mat immediately and clubs him with powerful forearms to the side of the head. The smaller opponent is unable to defend himself properly so as a heel tactic, he rakes the eyes of the monster and rolls under the barbed wire to avoid any cuts. He stands on the apron unaware of a now recovered Hitman who spins him around and throws him back into the ring.

Edison: “Draco can’t run from this behemoth! He’s cornered no matter what he does!”
Kayla: “That’s exactly how I wanted it to be.”

Hitman drops a huge leg across Draco’s throat then goes for the cover. Just before two, Hitman grabs Draco’s throat and hoists him up for the chokeslam. Draco squirms out of the chokehold and goes low (literally) with a superkick to the groin. Hitman goes down on one knee but is soon taken off with a single leg dropkick straight to the temple. Draco now goes to work by stomping on the back of his bigger opponent’s head as if he were a carpet to wipe your shoes off on before laying in some forearm shots to the jaw and throat of Hitman. The crowd boos relentlessly but still Draco says nothing. Carefully does he roll under the bottom ropes and reaches out for a steel chain placed at ringside. He stares at Kayla with malicious intent on his mind before he grabs the object.

Kayla: “I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!”

Edison and McNally seem a little shocked at Kayla’s behavior but her comment is not heard by the sadistic Draco. He rolls back into the ring carefully and wraps the chain around his fist. Hitman is getting up to one knee as Draco stalks him viciously before winding up and slamming the chain-powered fist into the side of Hitman’s skull. The giant is knocked loopy for a second. Draco backs up with the chained fist and smirks underneath his mask. With one quick motion, he charges towards Hitman but has seen the giant recover. Hitman gives a quick smirk of his own as he grabs the legs of his nemesis and delivers a painful flapjack into the barbed wire ropes.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Edison: “Wow! Draco was close to getting his throat possibly cut open!”

McNally: “No doubt that was quite, in Edison’s words, dangerous.”

The skin on Draco’s jaw is now cut up and bleeding from the attack. Hitman picks him up and drives him back first into the barbed wire, creating painful red gashes on the flesh. Draco is now tied up into the ropes and is pummeled severely with punches and open palm slaps to his chest. Hitman goes over to the turnbuckle and with the strength of five men, rips open the turnbuckle padding and begins ripping off the barbed wire in the corner. The top barbed wire rope is ripped away and Hitman has reached into his pocket producing some wire cutters. Cutting off some excess wire, he takes the wire he spared and wraps it around his arm, causing some minor gashes and blood to drip off his arms.

Edison: “He wouldn’t be thinking of…”

Kayla: “With my big brother, you never know.”

McNally: “This is going to be sick, I can just sense it.”

Hitman stalks Draco before running towards (what’s left of) the ropes before stopping. He spins around immediately and catches a rising Draco with the Rome Built In A Day lariat to the back of the head. The crowd pops for this as we see gashes now formed on the back of Draco’s head.

Edison: “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS!”

Draco writhes on the mat in pain as Hitman goes for a cover. Only a two count is produced out of the situation. The fans can’t really believe it and neither can Hitman or Kayla. Hitman decides to inflict more punishment so he picks up Draco and press slams him (doing lifts as if Draco resembled a barbell) all the way to the concrete on the outside. Hitman takes his sweet time and picks up the chain to whack his enemy with…

But what the giant doesn’t know is that Draco has reached into his pocket for something. He produces a switchblade unseen by Hitman but seen by fans in the front row. The word quickly spreads throughout the audience and they begin to protest Draco’s actions.

Edison: “What is that psycho doing?! He’s gonna kill him!”

McNally: “Draco, put the blade down. This is a wrestling match not a blood sport…”

Kayla: “TYLER! DON’T GO TO HIM! HE’S GOT A KNIFE!”

Hitman does not hear Kayla’s cries of protest and approaches Draco with the chain in hand ready to strike. He goes to pull him back into the ring by the hair but unfortunately for him, is just in time to receive a switchblade to the gut. Having narrowly missed the heart, Draco does seem satisfied with having gotten a measure of revenge after Hitman killed his friends to get Kayla back.

McNally: “Oh my god, Draco could’ve punctured an internal organ or something…”

Edison: “This guy is a sadistic man… It’s his fault Hitman has so much pain in his life!”

Kayla: (whimpering) “B-big brother…”

Kayla pounds the announcers table with tears leaking down her face. We cut back to Hitman who pulls the blade out of his stomach, breathing for dear life. Draco gives a twisted grin beneath his mask as Hitman goes back into the ring slowly but surely. The fans are visibly disturbed and are now either crying or booing Draco with the most intensity they’ve ever had. Draco cares not as he mounts to the second rope due to the top rope being torn off.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Kayla: “Th-that’s it. I can’t take it anymore!”

Kayla throws off her headset and stands up from her chair. He walks over to the sledgehammers and picks one up.

Edison: “What is Kayla doing?!”

McNally: “She grabbed the sledgehammer…”

Luckily for Kayla, she is unnoticed by Draco as she creeps up behind her slowly. Draco’s attention is toward a weakened Hitman. Many fans doubt that he will to the battle royal tonight with the wound sustained tonight. Just as Draco prepares to leap off for perhaps a diving Headbutt, he feels a blunt object come into contact with the back of his head. It is the sledgehammer from Kayla. Draco slowly turns to face the 15-year-old sister before he falls off the turnbuckle and lands on the most uncomfortable spot of all… the barbed wire. And what occurs next is enough for revenge in the eyes of few… Draco’s throat lands on the barbed wire before the momentum forces him to flip forward. The second and bottom barbed wire ropes create a noose around his neck.

Edison: “OH MY GOD! HE’S GONNA CHOKE TO DEATH!”

McNally:: “I-I feel kinda sick…”

Hitman slowly finds his way towards Draco and sees what has happened. He reaches over and grabs Draco’s legs. Bringing his legs over towards him, Draco is untangled from the ropes and begins struggling to breath. Hitman reaches over the ropes and gives Kayla a small hug before turning back to Draco. After some brief trash talk to his nemesis, the vengeance now begins. Hitman gets Draco in position for the Silver Bullet and the fans begin to scream. Hitman turns 180 degrees but not before Kayla slides the sledgehammer into the ring. The seven foot six behemoth looks down at the weapon before making a thumbs up motion. Unfortunately for Draco, the thumbs up turns into a thumbs down. Fans and Kayla join in with the thumbs down motion as Draco is slammed face first onto the sledgehammer with the Silver Bullet. Hitman rolls over his enemy and the referee finally counts the academic 1-2-3.

Philip: “Here is your winner, Hitman!”

Hitman rolls off Draco and holds his stab wound before stepping over the ropes and finally giving a proper hug to his sister. Kayla sheds tears of joy before she is set back down on the ground. The two walk up the ramp together with Hitman still holding his wound. Draco is still not moving in the ring as the fans try to recollect themselves from the carnage and focus on reality: With the match that just occurred, it’s highly doubtful Hitman will be able to make it tonight’s battle royal. But with his sister returning to his side safe and sound, that’s a good enough prize in it’s entirety.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Keepers of the...Breakfast? (Credit: ?)

Celebration seems to be all that's in the air as Kevin is seen returning to the backstage area after his 'big' win over Gary, but could you expect any less from him? Breaking a cold streak at a PPV is a great way to get in the ..Fallout...main event picture, which of course the spotlight of ACW's bi-weekly show. Then again, it wasn't as if he was to become a regular wrestler anyway...or was he? Probably not.

None of these things currently seemed to really matter to Anderson, as he was too enthralled with the moment. So enthralled, in fact, that he didn't even notice when he walked right into and successfully on to Charlotte King...then again, this was his night to walk all over people. But, of course, instead of being able to skip merrily on his victory stroll, he had his ankle grabbed tightly by Charlotte.

Charlotte: (under her breath) The things I have to do for an interview...Ahem...Kevin, if I could just have a minute of your time.

Despite how oblivious Kevin could be, he did know when people were talking to him. Turning his head in an almost Exorcist fashion, he grinned and pulled up the post-trampled interviewer....what better way to top off his night then with an interview anyway? The irony of the situation was so sweet

Kevin: An interview too?! I'm the center of attention! Yes! All eyes on me! My time to answer questions! Wooo!

Charlotte:...Er......?........Never mind...Anyway, how does it feel to be a winner once again?

Kevin: It feels great...like you just finished eating a bucket full of ice cream, have thrown up, and just finished eating another bucket full of ice cream!

Charlotte:...Did he hit you upside the head too hard well you were in there..I mean…um....What future plans do you have?

Kevin: Well...I...um....

His expression of happiness immediately turned to a mellow dramatic depression as it seemed to dawn on him that despite the fact he beat Gary, he really didn't have anything else...at all going for him. He was pretty simple-minded after all, he just happened to mistake beating Gary as becoming popular, not his fault.

But that changed nothing, Anderson's night of celebration was killed off early by stopping to talk to someone logical, go figure. On that note, without even finishing the interview, Kevin continued on his way down the hall to his special locker room.

Charlotte: ...H-hey...Kevin?...uh...Keviiin....KEVIN!....Damnit...that wasn't going anywhere anyway.

Such a night of shame this had become for the second-rate interviewer, what did he have left to celebrate about? Well, he didn't have anything at the time...but things seem to change on impulse in ACW, after all.

Voice: Kevin...[/b]

Kevin: Huh..?

As the words whispered through the hallway, He looked around in confusion, trying to discover where exactly the noise was coming from. It seemed to grow louder with each coming moment as Kevin turned a corner, hesitatingly walking down the dead-end hallway that the sound seemed to be coming from. There was a lone door in down this path, which alone is a bit odd to find in the always expanding ACW locker room.

Slowly, he approached the door, it wasn't that he was really showing much fear for what be inside, but he wasn't about to get jumped. Just as he was reaching for the doorknob, the door swung open in front of him, and the light of the room flashed on directly in his eyes.

Kevin: Aaaagh!

??: Yoooooouu’re GREAT!

Kevin: Wait...what the..?

As he rubbed at his eyes, the image that was seen was one that was never expected to be seen. In fact, it was more likely to see a return of Ridley in drag then to see this man.. Tony the Tiger appeared before him. The real odd thing about this situation was that Kevin didn't seem all that baffled by the situation.

Kevin: ...Oh...it's just you again...well no worry there, my therapist says your just a figment of my imagination.

Tony the Tiger: Can a figment of your imagination do this?

He proceeded to punch Anderson in the face, as so many have before him, and drag him into the room behind him, slamming the door as they entered, with the cameraman barely slipping inside behind them.

But it now seemed that Tony the Tiger wasn't the only mascot in the arena, as many others were in the room wearing robes. Tony the Tiger moved over to stand next to Tucan Sam, and Captain Crunch, well standing across from them were Snap, Crackle, and Pop. In the middle of these mythical gods of breakfast was a bow, covered by a veil.

Kevin:...What the....?..OH MY GOD! IT'S THE REAL LIFE BREAKFAST CLUB!

Snap, Crackle, and Pop: (In unison) Silence mortal, you were not brought here to gawk at our glory.

Cap'n Crunch: Correct, you are here because we believe...you could be a use to us.

Kevin: ...Uhhh...ok, sure. What is it that you want me to do exactly? Help Tucan Sam with his cocaine addiction?

They all stared at Kevin for a moment, before there attention was brought to a delirious Tucan Sam, mumbling to himself now.

Tucan Sam: Just follow their nose, that's what they told me to do so that's what I did.. and god was it ever worth it! White gold is sugar? Sure maybe for kids...but the real white gold is cocaine! Follow your nose and do a line, so easy, so nice, always fun.

Tony: ...Er...Well maybe we'll get to that, but you were brought here..because we need a new member to join are illustrious immortal ranks.

Kevin:...You guys are immortal?...I mean, yeah your mascot's for cereal and all..but I didn't think that made you live forever.

Cap'n Crunch: Trust me, if this job didn't make you immortal, no one would do it. Long hours, always working with kids.--

Tony: And half the time you’re saying 'Yooooooou’re GREAT!' you don't even mean it!

Kevin: Mmmhmm...so...I get my own cereal? SWEET! I knew beating Gary was good for something else!

His expression had completed it's 360 as he was grinning from ear to ear once again, now that his success had made him a breakfast mascot. Though that's not really the common reward for winning a match..

Snap, Crackle, Pop: (Again, In Unison) You represent the underdog that is dormant in the best of us...so we are proud to give you..

Tony: Fallout O's! Because those who are rejects from society need a cereal too!

Kevin: Cool!...I think!...Let me see the box!

They all seem to have a malicious grin on their face, even Tucan Sam through his twitching, as Tony the Tiger pulls the cover off the box. With this, the entire room seems to be filled with smoke, well the camera zooms in on the box, which only reads a familiar line.

What's your favorite Letter?

Kevin looks around the room, confused as he is only able to see the box, both attempting to find another mascot in the room, and complain about the crappy box cover.

Kevin: Hey! Tony? Cap'n?...Even Tucan Sam? Anyone?

Voice: Do you really believe any of this is real...or was it all just a trap?[/b]

Anderson jumps back , starring at the box that the voice appeared to be coming from, before turning around the room trying to get his bearings.

Kevin: Then what really is happening?!?

Voice: No worry....you’re just being used as a pawn...an object to manipulate at my will, as everyone else shall be once again soon...[/b]

The smoke from the room clears, only to reveal a bunch of cereal boxes on the floor of the mascot's Kevin had seen, and a small note laying on the middle of the floor. Anderson is seen, currently delirious looking for some sign that he hadn't just been hallucinating.

As Kevin continues his futile hunt, the camera zooms in on the note, which simply reads;

Tonight, it all begins again...

before the alphatron fades out...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Certain Doom - The Six Billion Rouble Man (Credit: Vlad)

When we last left our hero, he was at the recieving end of a baseball bat induced beating, and perhaps even worse, a five month losing streak. Vladimir had had enough of his losing ways and went to absorb some local color, when a stray gang decided to introduce him to their good friends, baseball bat and nails. Though the beginning of the argument in inconsequential, the result is quite the dilemma. Vlad was left in a doozy of a coma after the attack, and he had a match at Fallen Heroes, his first PPV since his injury in January. Luckily, Uncle Mikhail was present to call some of their family friends, Dr. Reed Richards and Dr. Victor Von Damme.

Which brings us to tonight. Just hours before Fallen Heroes, the two skilled scientists had a tough decision to make, allow him to wake up of his own accord and allow him to miss his big match; or perform radical, mindbending surgery to allow a miraculous recovery in time for the match. At this point, they have two strongly differing opinions about the matter.

Reed: Victor, I just don't think the procedure is perfected yet, we can't risk his career on something we think could get him back in the ring sooner. I know this is a big match, but I know we should let him wake up on his own.

Victor: I am tired of you always playing it safe Reed! We've done this operation dozens of times on apes, it's time to step up to the big leagues. Besides, if we go through with the surgery, he'll be better, we can rebuild him, we have the technology, we can make him bigger, stronger, faster. When we do this, he'll be ready tonight, and he'll win his match, no doubts.

Reed: I know you have confidence in your abilities Victor, but I think that the procedure could use some fine tuning.

Victor: That's it! I don't need you, I can do this myself! Get out of the way!

Mid sentance, Von Damme pushes Reed down and grabs a syringe from a nearby table, sedating him for hours. With a maniacal look in his eye, he begins to operate. He works long and hard on Vlad, and only an hour before FH, he is finished. Unable to reconstruct his face, and to help repair several severe scars covering Vlad's body, Victor encases Vlad in a protective suit, complete with him donning an especially protective mask. In order to hide the back of Vlad's head, he has been given a dark green hooded cloak. Strapped to the operating table, Von Damme switches a lever and the table turns upward.

Victor: Are you awake Vladimir? Can you hear me?

Vlad: Yes.

Victor: Are you alright, can you compete tonight?

Vlad: Yes.

Victor: Excellent, excellent! Your match is coming up shortly, you must prepare, and get to the arena.

Vlad: I am ready, take me to my opponent.

Victor: Now before I can do that, you are no longer Vladimir Rasputin, what shall they call you when your time comes?

Vlad: Dr. Doom.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: All in the mind…. (Credit: AK/BK)

The atmosphere is electric throughout the Coliseo de Puerto Rico, both out in the main arena and backstage. The camera pans across a wide corridor which is busy with crewmembers coming and going, and through these throngs strides a man who has more reason than most to be in a fired up mood.

BK London wears his characteristic smirk as he paces through the halls, heading for his assigned locker room; tonight, he feels the hand of destiny upon his shoulder. This is the night when he can at last reclaim that which, in his mind, has always belonged to him – the ACW World Championship. And his preparations couldn’t have been more successful; not only is he in some of the best form of his life, but the same certainly can’t be said of the incumbent champion. BK stifles a snort of cruel amusement, and wonders if he perhaps hasn’t made things a little too easy for himself; after all, he wants enjoy systematically dismantling his opponent for a decent amount of time…

He rounds the corner, and sees a large nameplate on a door that reads: “BK London, Corporate Alliance”. The corridor is quite plush, and BK smiles; Ginger’s evidently secured for him the best accommodation in the building. Wondering if Kiley is already there waiting for him, he pushes open the door…

BK: Hey babydoll, it’s me-

A hand shoots out, grasps BK by the lapels, and pulls him inside as the door slams. The shot switches to an interior angle on a second camera, and for just a second or two BK looks shocked as he sees who is before him.

AK: Hi, honey.

The crowd in the arena pops loudly enough to be faintly heard in the locker room; BK quickly recomposes his features into a fresh sneer.

BK: Were you trying to scare me or something? Were you trying to be intimidating of some sort? Now tell me this, why are you in my locker room? - Oh, I get it. You’re feeling something for me aren't you? Yeah, I get it all the time.....

Alicia says nothing; she doesn’t need to, for her eyes are boring into BK’s forehead. It’s the first time in quite a while that the fans have seen her so clearly angry, as if she could launch into a borderline psychotic attack at any second. But instead, she produces a slightly creased envelope, and takes out what’s inside.

AK: I’m well aware that you know what these are.

The camera gets a close up shot of the papers, and confirms that they are indeed the photocopied sheets of AK’s journal that were acquired by BK a few weeks previously.

AK: I ought to congratulate you… you set out to get inside my head, and there’s no point in my denying it, you sure as hell did that. The “insider” reports on the internet… the constant rumormongering about my condition… it was all you, wasn’t it?

BK folds his arms and smirks coldly.

BK: Wow, Nancy Drew, I have NO idea how you worked that one out. Do you think I’m going to apologize, or feel even the slightest bit of remorse toward you my little Alicia? It’s not happening. You out of anyone should know that I will do anything, ANYTHING, to take back what’s mine. You can bitch all you want about what I have done but the fact of the matter is that your title is as good as gone– you’re broken, physically and mentally, and all I have to do out there tonight is make it official.

The fans in the arena boo furiously; Alicia’s stare becomes even more fuelled with anger, anger which is now starting to metamorphose into full blown hate. But she controls herself, and even manages a slightly twisted smile of her own.

AK: You wounded me, London, that I have to admit. But you know what they say, a wounded beast is the most dangerous kind you can face… and a beast is exactly what you’re going to have to deal with tonight. If I were you, though, I’d be even more worried about the threat closer to home…

She holds up the papers again, and waves them in front of BK’s face.

AK: You’re a smart guy, BK. I’m certain that the only people who knew about these other than you were the other Corporate Alliance members… which begs the question, who gave them back to me? I’ve seen the tapes from Warfare, and it’s abundantly clear that all is not sweetness and light in the Corporate camp right now.

Alicia leans closer, invading BK’s personal space to ram her point home; the fans can see that BK is unable to hide the fact that he’s been troubled by similar suspicions.

AK: You made good on your word, BK, you proved you have absolutely no moral fibre or scruples to burden you. But it looks like in your stampede toward your goal, you’ve trampled someone one time too many. You’ve got a double-crosser in your midst… and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if they aren’t finished with extracting revenge on you yet.

She backs off from BK, and opens the door to the locker room.

AK: I would bet a large sum of money on you trying to involve the rest of your little gang in our match tonight, London. But if I were you, I’d think very, very carefully before you holler for help, however much pain and agony I’m inflicting on your snivelling, avaricious carcass. I’ll see you later…

With a devious smile of her own, Alicia steps out of the room. As she does so, she sees Kiley approaching; Kiley’s expression freezes in surprise.

Kiley: What the-

AK: Ah, Kiley, my dear. Have you and BK been having decent sex recently?

Kiley is too shocked by the question and the situation to respond. AK reaches into her pocket, and pulls out what looks like a condom, tossing it to the floor in front of BK’s wife.

AK: I suggest the pair of you get down to some serious shagging right away. Because by the time I’m done with your louse of a man, he’s going to be as DICKLESS physically as he is morally!

The fans are almost as stunned by this as Kiley is, but cheer regardless. AK disappears around the corner, leaving BK to stew over the situation as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Vladimir Rasputin (A.K.A Dr. Doom) vs. Surion (Credit: Torak)

With the night seemingly coasting through the night we are ready for the next bout. Phillip takes his usual place in the ring. There is not a hint of nervousness in his voice as he prepares to announce the following match. His experience is certainly prominent with every utterance.

Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

The hymn to the USSR, performed by the Red Army choir seeps from the speakers, coaxing a normally disheartening sound of jeers from the crowd in attendance. Communists are commonly reviled in the Western hemisphere so it’s no surprise that Vladimir Rasputin (Not necessarily related to Grigori) is not greeted with smiles and kisses… but then suddenly the music cuts, and is replaced by the theme from “the Fantastic Four”.

Vlad, or Doom as he now wishes to be known, cuts an imposing figure in his new attire, and he wordlessly strides to the ring.

Phillip : Introducing first, from Irkutsk, Siberia in the former Soviet Union, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…”The superstar formally known as Vladimir Rasputin… Doctor Doom!

Doom reaches the ring and with hesitation ascends the steel steps leading to the ring and swirls his cape, his emotions concealed entirely by the mask he wears.

“Fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire!...”

The harshly spoken words burst from the speakers; preceding the thrashing metal sound of metallica and the joyous cheers of the people in attendance. The fast paced music suits the pacy sprint to the ring by Surion. He makes it to the ring so rapidly that Phillip does not even get the chance to announce him. It’s one of his pet hates.

Bell Rings.

Doom has little time to prepare either as his opponent surges into the ring; instigating an exchange of right hands. Surion seems to use the momentum of his rush to the ring to gain the early advantage as he knocks Doom teetering back on his heels. A hard forearm to the forehead knocks Doom down onto his back, but also makes Surion wince as he makes contact with the metal mask. He quickly pops up to his feet but only to get knocked back down to the canvas again. Doom refuses to lie down though and once again he’s back on his feet. Surion tries a different approach. He whips his opponent into the ropes and awaits his return.
Doom rebounds only to rush into a back elbow by Surion, knocking him down to the canvas once more.
Doom gets back to his feet; slower this time but still determined not to get overworked in the early stages of the match.

Surion tries to whip his foe into the ropes again but Doom manages to reverse and sends Surion instead. However, Doom makes the mistake of going for the high impact move by ducking down; looking for a back body drop. Surion has enough about himself to react with a shin kick to the shoulder of Doom who stumbles backwards before charging at Surion, irritation starting to show in his movements if not on his face.
Unfortunately for him his rush of blood proves his downfall…literally. Surion brings him down with a drop toe hold, sending him crashing face first to the mat.

Surion makes no mistake of hesitation and mounts his opponent, clasping in a rear chin lock. Doom struggles as he stretches out an arm, hoping to reach the ropes that are exasperatingly inches away from his grasp. He reaches his hand up and grabs a handful of hair belonging to Surion and tries to use it to release the hold…but Surion tightens the hold which causes Doom to feel the pain. He reaches out again and he’s slightly closer to the ropes this time but still is unable to reach.

Doom tries to get to his feet…but Surion sits on his back preventing him from doing so. He does however manage to crawl forward…just into reach of the ropes. He stretches out and brings his arm down toward the rope…but Surion releases the hold anyway.
Surion pulls Doom to his feet and whips him into the corner with ideas of further torment. He aims a knife edged chop at the chest of his opponent, and Doom feels it despite his natty new costume.
Another chop does more damage to Doom who desperately needs to claw himself out of thie situation. Surion sees the ideas in the eyes of his opponent and quickly pulls him out from the corner and whips him across to the opposite turnbuckle.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Doom lands backfirst in the corner and witnesses Surion rushing toward him. He realizes this is his chance and promptly pounces out with a raised knee, catching Surion in the midsection and causing him to double over. Doom follows it up with a sharp kick to the thigh then a shin kick to the sternum.
With Surion dazed; Doom capitalizes and hits his trademark Cold Snap (Step Up Enziguri), knocking Surion down to the canvas; after all, it’s only his body that’s been rebuilt, and he still possesses the same powerful skillset as he always has.

With the advantage snatched from Surion so quickly Doom feels that this may now be a good opportunity for an early pinfall. He drops down over his opponent.
1…
2…
Surion kicks out; He wasn’t as stunned as Doom first thought. This does not defer him though and he pulls Surion to his feet and locks in a front facelock before executing a whiplashing snap suplex in the center of the ring then proceeding to float into a key lock, showing his technical expertise. Surion writhes in pain in an attempt to break free but it would take an expert locksmith to break this hold by Doom.
Surion desperately tries to edge his way to the ropes; using his free arm to claw himself across the canvas. He slowly but surely closes in on the ropes as Doom looks on, desperately trying to increase the pressure put on the arm of Surion.

Eventually, to the annoyance of Doom, Surion manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. The referee demands that Doom breaks the hold and so he reluctantly does but does not grant Surion any recovery time and mercilessly pulls him to his feet and wrench his arm before executing a Northern Lights Suplex. He does not bridge but he does eventually roll over into a cover.
1…
2…
Surion kicks out. Maybe that momentary lapse between impact and cover was enough for Surion to recover. Doom starts to feel frustrated and he allows Surion the opportunity to pull himself back into the match as he whips Surion into the ropes and prepares for another back body drop. Again, Surion manages to block it by delivering a shin kick to the shoulder of Doom before using the opportunity to set up for a russian leg sweep.
Doom, however, refuses to use such a move be used against him and he desperately fights out with an elbow to the face of Surion; an elbow that actually draws blood from the nose of Surion.

Surion realizes his nose may have been broken and in the moment of mild-panic he finds himself overpowered by Doom who manages to set up and hit the breathtaking Workers of the World (lung-blower). Doom makes a quick cover.
1…
2…
Oh so close. Surion just got his shoulder up in time. Doom, by now quite irate, pulls Surion to his feet and sets him between his legs, signalling his patented “Siberian Express”. However, Surion still has the presence of mind to break the butterfly lock before lifting Doom up and over his head in a back body drop. Doom comes crashing down to the canvas, holding his back in pain following impact. This allows Surion to gather his senses.
His moment of recovery is cut short as Doom charges at his opponent. Surion thinks quick and leans backwards, reaching out for his opponent as he falls and uses his leg to launch him over his body. A perfect Monkey Flip.
Doom gets to his feet again but is knocked down by a standing dropkick to the face by Surion.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The crowd comes alive as they feel the end is near. Surion calls for Exploding Starr (Wrist-Clutch Exploder) and stalks Doom as he gets to his feet. Surion closes in and locks in the wrist clutch. However, he doesn’t lock it in tight enough and allows Doom to get an elbow strike to the head to break the hold. He then attempts to eject Surion over the top rope as if it were the Fallen Heroes Batlte Royale itself…but, unbeknownst to Doom, Surion clings on to the top rope and hangs from it on the outside before proceeding to “skin the cat”. His feet soon return to the canvas and he turns to catch an unaware Doom taunting the crowd. Doom turns and without warning is brought down to the mat face-first by a drop toe hold. Doom turns over onto his back…just perfect for Suion to execute an impressive looking standing moonsault.

Surion looks at his downed opponent and feels that a standing moonsault is not quite enough. He turns to the corner and points, receiving a cheer from the crowd. He heads over and pulls himself up with his back facing his foe. He takes a moment to steady himself before leaping off with an even more impressive top rope moonsault.

Unfortunately for him, the big time move does not pay-off as Doom reacts to it by rolling out of the way just in the nick of time sending Surion crashing to the canvas. He hops back to his feet but is in a considerable amount of pain, doubled over in agony, from the impact. Doom capitalizes and swoops in. He locks in a butterfly lock and executes the face shattering Siberian Express (Angel’s Wings). The impact is deadly as proven by the three count that follows the subsequent pinfall.

Philip: Here is your winner, Dr. Doom!

Doom rolls off his opponent, sharply exiting the ring to avoid any comeback by Surion. There doesn’t seem to be much chance of that though as the referee has to tend to the hurt competitor, as we fade out.