Winter Discontent 2006

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ACW Proudly Presents: Winter Discontent
Saturday 16th December 2006

Schedule of Matches:
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Hair vs. Mask Match
"Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo vs. OLYMPIA

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Rioters vs. The Bodyguards

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Thunderkiss vs. Rena Matheson

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ACW Entertainment Championship - 30 Minute Triple Threat Ironman Match
MASAKI vs. Bryant vs. Freeman

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Ladder and Weapon Match
Nick Durden and Renix vs. Leon Chase and Kelsey Chase

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Panopticon Match
Brimstone vs. Jake Cheng

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ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match
Scott Andrews vs. Kudo Yasuda

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ACW World Title - House of Mirrors Match
Chance Emmerson vs. Alexander Starkweather



Good Evening, everyone. We'll be starting the show in about half an hour; this is partly because I'm still awaiting two matches, and partly because the X Factor's on and I'm watching Take That.

Many thanks in advance for your patience.

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Opening Segment: The future’s Orange (Credit: AK / ??)

The last ACW PPV of 2006 boasts a quality card, and fans have come from far and wide to see the spectacle live as the show begins. It is time to crowd a brand new World Champion, but in fact at the moment Ginger’s more concerned with a blast from the past…

Ginger: I don’t believe it… He’s here? Now, of all times?

The crowd witnessing the opening fireworks has no idea of what’s going on backstage, and so the first few people who spot the lithe figure moving through the aisles to an empty seat in the front row are convinced the light is playing tricks on them. But if it’s a delusion, it’s quickly becoming a mass one; the long term ACW fans start to whisper their thoughts, and excitement and interest grows…

…and then one of the cameramen points his camera at the person causing all the fuss; the image appears on the alphatron, and the murmurs become a mass exclamation of surprise… then a few cheers… and a chant that starts slowly and gets bigger, much to the late arrival’s obvious pleasure.

The chants continue as the camera pans onto Bob ‘The Swerve’ Di`Las! After being gone for so long he’s in the arena! Bob takes his seat in the front row as he gives high fives to the fans. Once he notices he’s being filmed, he flashes the ticket for the purchase of his seat with a cocky smile. Once he puts his ticket back into his pocket, he stands on his chair and turns around to the fans.

Bob: GET READY TO BE…

Fans: …SWERVED!

Not everyone remembers Bob from first hand experience, but fans old and new can all tell that this is someone worth keeping an eye on, and Bob smiles with satisfaction at his reception before settling down to watch the show proper as it gets underway…

OOC: Credit for this segment goes, of course, to Bob.

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Segment: “I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp” (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)

Winter Discontent… a night of the grudges. You had champions defending their prized title belts against men they couldn’t stand… a vacant title that would be won by the person willing to shed the most blood… and another title that would be claimed by the man who could simply outlast his two bitter rivals. One match was going to stand out amongst the others if merely for the fact that it wasn’t going to be the most violent… but much more was at stake. It wasn’t going to be for blood or for a title belt… it was the physical representation of pride. In one corner you have the brave and dynamic OLYMPIA wagering his mask against the proud and arrogant Adrian Flamingo’s hair. In today’s mainstream wrestling world, the importance of a wrestler’s masked is undermined by corporate sponsoring. In Mexico, professional wrestling is not just entertainment… it is almost a religion. A wrestler’s mask is usually handed down to him from a family member or mentor and are taught to honor their mask as it is a part of their tradition. If a wrestler loses their mask or has it removed, it is a huge black-mark on their honor and they can be fined by law if they appear with that mask on ever again. For example, Rey Mysterio is not permitted to wear his mask when performing in Mexico due to losing it in a match with the NWO during his stay in WCW. It may seem like a comedy match to some… but to others it’s a VERY big deal.

The cameras opened up a large Mexican flag that had been pinned to a plain white wall. Some light mariachi music was playing in the background as a masked figure in a large sombrero walked onto the camera view. Sporting a hot pink mask and aviators underneath the large, tan sombrero, the man also sported the brand new Adrian Flamingo t-shirt brought to you exclusively from ACW.com (all sizes from small to extra-large, machine washable, tumble-dry only). A purple boa hung loosely on the shoulders of the masked man with the lavender shirt and if it wasn’t apparent who this man was by now, the viewers should just turn the TV off now and walk away. For some reason, however, the man spoke a bizarre combination of Spanish, French, and English.

“Hola, seniors and senioritas! May amo es Los Flamming Flamingo! El ACW is moi bein! OLYMPIA suis un polet! Los Campeonatos de Parejas… je soif pour vous! Ole!”

Adrian flipped the sombrero off of his head and pulled the mask off. His wild, curly hair fell loosely over the silver headband he had wrapped tightly around his head. A soft cackle leaked out of the smirk that curled Adrian’s lips and his eyes were wild with the strangest combination of pride, confidence, and anger.

“Sorry bout that folks, but I just couldn’t resist. See, I’m a pretty laid back guy… it really takes something big to get under my skin and ruffle Big Poppa Flamingo’s feathers. See, I got Thunderkiss threatening my life every god damn time some stooge hands him a microphone… and I could care less. He’s spouting on and on about how he’s bringing back Sports Entertainment… yet I’m his target? Now, folks, I’m by no means a revolutionary philosopher… but think about that one for a minute. You know what? Whatever. Have fun wrestling a woman tonight, TK. That’ll definitely show the world why you’re the “hottest rookie” in ACW.”

Adrian scratched the top of his head and organized his thoughts. Immediately it became very apparent that for once in his ACW career, Adrian wasn’t going to just speak his mind as usual. The whole mood in the room was different… almost alien to the hot-pink superstar. The over-confidence that once dripped in his camera-time was not a bit more mellow.

“Like I said, it takes an awful lot to throw Adrian Flamingo off of his game… and I’ll be honest with you wrestling fans… I’m a bit uncomfortable right now. See, after my match-up with OLYMPIA at Warfare… I received an instant message through my myspace account… www.myspace.com/adrianflamingo… that I was being challenged to a Luchas de Apuestas. Now, like most of you… I slept through high school Spanish, so I googled that bad boy and realized the interpretation meant “fight of bets.” More specifically, I find out I was challenged to a Máscara contra Cabellera… or a Mask vs. Hair match. So I immediately stood up, walked out to my Trans Am, and made the long drive to Portland, Oregon to have a chat with my mentor Buddy Rose. I sat across a dinner table from the “Playboy” and asked him… I said “Playboy… how’d it get so serious so soon?” And he looked me dead in the eye and said, “Adrian, baby, it’s a different world when you step between them ropes. Sometimes things heat up when you’re locking up with a particular opponent.” Then it dawned on me… see, OLYMPIA and I come from two different worlds. He’s about tradition and honor… I’m about the glitz and the glam. He’s about playing the rules… I’m about doing what it takes to get the job done. We’re just natural enemies… we bring out the worst in one another. I went into Warfare looking for a cake-walk and I got a fight. OLYMPIA, I’m not going to underestimate you again. So, now that I’ve explained myself… let’s do things the way you folks at home love it, eh?”

Adrian pulled out a second pair of shades, cleared his throat, and let out one of his loud trademarked cackles before letting that million dollar smile spread across his face. With that one smile, the whole mood in the room changed.

“Sunday, December 16th at Winter Discontent… OLYMPIA… I’m going to ruin your life! I’m going to ruin your career! You’re like a trailer park in Kansas and I’m a large fucking Tornado heading your away, brother! See, not ONLY am I going to goozle ya and make you my bitch in the ring… I’m going to take away your mask, you bastard love-child of Starman! I’m taking away your honor… I’m taking away your tradition… I’m taking away your pride… and I am taking away everything else your stupid little Halloween costume stands for in Mexico! After I do that, I’m picking up the ugliest broad in the audience, taking her home, wrapping your mask tightly around her head, and I’ll do the nasty with her the whole night and call her Mrs. OLYMPIA! And if you even THINK that you’re getting close to this gorgeous mane with a pair of scissors, you’re sadly mistaken, you vanilla midget! You made a fool of Big Poppa Flamingo once with your little sneak-attack Frankensteiner and you’re not doing it again! When a little Mexican jumping bean needs to be humiliated in the worst ways imaginable, who ya gonna call, baby? That’s right… ACW’s Favorite Son, “Astonishing” Adrian friggen’ Flamingo!”

Fade.

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Match 1: Hair vs. Mask Match
"Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo vs. OLYMPIA (Credit: Starkweather)

Surprise arrivals and bombastic promos aside, there’s a show to put on, and Max McNally takes the reins as the camera cuts back to him at ringside.

McNally: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Winter’s Discontent! Where the stakes are higher, the weather’s colder, but the rivalries are as hot as they come. Andrews' and Kudo’s long standing rivalry, Brimstone and Jake’s shorter but still talked-about feud coming into this show, and of course the House of Mirrors match that will be the main event of the evening between the monstrous Chance Emmerson and Starkweather, a true monster in the things he’s done in and out of the ring in recent months.

Edison: I don’t really say this about many people, and I’m not that big a Tiger VII fan, but I really hope that Starkweather gets what he’s been asking for since he started all this stuff.

McNally: That being said, we’re ready for our opening match!

STAYIN ALIIIIIIVE!

The cocky, self assured and overall well-quaffed pretty boy who was called a Flamingo strutted out onto the stage. He wore a eye-catching purple singlet with dual shoulder straps, the front of his tights sporting a large, glittering “I AM” across it. It didn’t make much sense, yeah, but the three boas of different colors (purple, pink and white) draped over his shoulders and the big gold-rimmed aviator glasses sitting on his nose under his shaggy hair detracted from that peculiarity. He wore bright white wrestling boots under his purple kneepads, they both sporting a glittering pink star on the outside sides. As Stayin’ Alive’s remix by the Fugees sounded over the arena’s PA system pink and purple strobes flickered this way and that on the stage, he pausing to check his hair by using the jumbotron as a mirror of sorts, using the feed to see if it looked good. As he turned to look, a large glittering pink “#1” was shown on his back, solving the problem by he announcing on his outfit what he thought of himself. He strutted down the ramp to the beat of his own theme song, pointing to his hair as a fan held up a sign that read “Bald flamingos aren‘t that cocky” and shaking his head fervently.

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest if set for one fall and is a Hair versus Mask match! Introducing first! Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, from Venice Beach, California, this is “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo!

McNally: What a talented young man this is. Obviously harkening back to the likes of Playboy Buddy Rose, Ravishing Rick Rude and the immortal Hulk Hogan, he’s quite the odd bird. Pardon the pun.

Edison: No, you’re right, this guy’s got some talent going for him but he’s way too into himself, makes you wanna see him lose this match even if it’s to a weird Japanese cartoon character like OLYMPIA.

The crowd’s reaction was mixed as it pertained to the flamboyant yet entertaining young wrestler who scaled the metal steps and made a show of wiping his feet on the apron before entering the ring. He kept his boas on, fluffing them and leaning in one corner after jawing with a talkative fan in the audience to wait for his foe. He did not have to wait long.

Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads,
Through the lost mountains, endless, so far away from home…

The needlessly epic pay-per-view introduction of the one and only OLYMPIA saw the crowd come to it’s feet, even the ACW audience being purely behind the mysterious masked high-flyer that could seemingly never be kept down for long, and for a good 52 second of power speed metal rock goodness they watched the stage with the blinking golden strobes. As the keyboard kicked in the masked superstar himself took the stage to applause and cheering, he wearing his rarely-seen pay-per-view attire of a full-body suit of purest white with golden accents and wrist cuffs, his cape accompanied by a pair of almost Liger-like shoulder pads and a silver star hanging over his chest. He stood at the top of the ramp before the camera turned back to the angry-looking and widely gesturing Flamingo, he having a few choice words.

Jones: And his opponent! Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds, from the Fifth Dimension, this is OLYMPIA!

OLYMPIA wasted no time, jogging down the ramp and going form one side to the other, obviously not at all mentally off tonight from his recent loss of the Fallout Television Title. He jogged around the ring, slapping every fan’s hand, before sliding into his and ending up in a kneeling position while Flamingo stepped back. It didn’t phase him for long, he stepping forward and speaking to te smaller competitior opposite him. Who just stared at him blankly, though it was a known fact that OLYMPIA was never seen to speak.

Jones: The rules of the following contest are as follows. This will be a Hair Versus Mask Match, if OLYMPIA were to lose he would be immediately forced to REMOVE his mask!

The crowd booed, of course.

Jones: But, if Adrian Flamingo were to lose the match, he would immediately be SHAVEN BALD!

Quite a loud noise from the crowd there, Flamingo immediately turning in a slow circle and mouthing off about how not a single one of his hairs would ever be touched.

The referee in charge called for the bell, both competitors still in their entrance gear and having a staredown. Flamingo backed up, shouting at the top of his lungs and pounding his chest before flexing like he was Chris Masters and staring the smaller competitor down.

Edison: …What’s Flamingo doing?…

And, as if to answer his challenge, OLYMPIA struck a truly epic pose! The crowd’s “Ooooh…” turned immediately to a loud cheer as he curled one arm up to show off the guns, shoving a hand out into the air like a pro quarterback and turning slowly in a circle.

Edison: Posing contest! Posing contest! Flamingo started a posing contest! Damn them all to hell!

McNally: What?

Edison: Sorry, had a JR moment there for a second.

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Flamingo looked shock and turned and kicked the ropes, thinking hard for a second before pointing a finger as if to say “eureka!” before turning around and pausing for a second… Before starting to disco dance, going so far as to do the “my arms are doing the wave” move before sticking one finger in the air, eyes closed and the crowd applauding him. OLYMPIA folded his arms over his chest piece as he regarded the ridiculous young man before him. He turned and raised a hand as if using jedi mind powers to lift the audience form their seats and the ones who were not standing already did so, and he turned slowly in a circle, making the whole crowd do a somewhat slow but rather impressive wave! He folded his arms at the raucous applause and removed his ring entrance gear, almost challenging Flamingo to do better.

McNally: Surely a very strange contest that we’re seeing here, Eddie, but these two are no doubt charismatic to an extent that many men can never dream.

Adrian narrowed his eyes, removed his boas and shook his legs loose… before twirling his hand and pressing it to his ear as if asking the audience who could cheer louder. It didn’t work that well but the crowd was quite into the exchange so they obliged…

Edison: Man, this looks familiar… Who does this again?

McNally: You know very well who does this, Edison.

The crowd he pointed his ear to cheered and applauded, then the opposite side, then the right-angle side, he doing it again and pointing to one section and proceeding to do a series of flexes that would definitely remind someone of somebody with blonde hair and a handlebar moustache. He flexed hard, face grimacing, turning OLYMPIA’s direction just in time to receive a poke in the eyes that brought out a laugh in the audience as Flamingo danced backwards and held his eyes as the ref berated OLYMPIA, who simply shrugged as if to ask what was wrong. Adrian blinked his eyes and shouted something vulgar at the masked superstar before closing in, they actually getting to the wrestling with no clear-cut winner of the posing contest. They got into a collar and elbow tie-up that soon saw Adrian turn it into a Side headlock, he chuckling and wrenching back on it before OLYMPIA backed into the ropes and shot him across the ring. Flamingo ducked under a Rana attempt and jumped over a back Body Drop attempt, showing his own seldom-used agility, but he wasn’t as fortunate the third time as OLYMPIA caught him off-guard with a Japanese Armdrag. He rolled to his feet once more to reverse a Hip Toss attempt into one of his own, OLYMPIA doing a somewhat awkward looking somersault and landing on his feet tor ebound off the ropes once more and jump over the ducking Flamingo for a Sunset Flip attempt. Flamingo kept his footing and looked down and then to the audience, swiveling his hips in true Rick Rude fashion with his hands behind his head and dropping to one knee to drop a fist into OLYMPIA’s forehead, but no one was home and his fist bounced off the canvas! OLYMPIA had sat up and rolled away before Adrian dropped, and as he clutched his hand the white and gold-clad wrestler bounced off the ropes and came around… 1... 2... 3... 4... 5 rotations around Flamingo with the ‘Continuum Rift’ Flying Headscissors!

Edison: Holy cow! What was that in degrees, McNally?

McNally: I believe that it was an 1800 degree total spin, Edison, if my high school multiplication hasn’t gotten too rusty! Nevertheless, that was quite a move!

Flamingo sat up and shook the cobwebs loose as he used the turnbuckle to get back to his feet, the ever-moving OLYMPIA moving in to attack once more, but Adrian ducked out of the way and OLYMPIA who had at that moment been trying a Stinger-style Splash ended up standing on the second turnbuckle. He looked behind him and then spring boarded off the top turnbuckle as Flamingo rose to his feet once more, but Adrian showed his agility once more by rolling under the backflipping OLYMPIA and ending up spring boarding off the very same turnbuckle and turning in midair to take his opponent up and over with an Arm Drag. He followed it up by charging in and running OLYMPIA into the corner and opening up with a series of right hands…. That kept… Right… On… Going…

Edison: You’d think his arm would get tired…

It had to have been thirty or forty wild right hands as the referee kept warning him to back off, and when he finally did OLYMPIA slumped to the canvas with his back to the bottom turnbuckle, Flamingo shaking his arm to ge the feeling back before pulling the reeling luchadore to his feet and Scoop Slamming him, backing deliberately up into the ropes and strutting for a few feet before dropping the big knee across the fallen champion’s forehead, he rolling away and Flamingo flexing for the audience to boo him for his dastardly deeds. He went to continue his offensive but got a gut full of fist from the golden boy of Fallout, two, then three, then he dropped him with a Jawbreaker! Then another! Then another!

Edison: I think the record is skipping in this match.

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Adrian staggered back, holding his jaw, and OLYMPIA returned to he offensive by snapping off a Floatover DDT which Adrian reacted to by kicking back up to his feet, putting one finger up and then toppling quickly over onto the canvas. OLYMPIA capitalized on the lapse by jumping to the top rope, he going off but Flamingo rolling away, OLYMPIA rolling to his feet in time to turn around and attempt his 1.21 Gigawatt Strike, but Flamingo reversed it into a ‘Cradle Robber’ Neckbreaker! The crowd came to their feet as Adrian came to his feet and removed the straps to his singlet, sizing OLYMPA up for the Wet Dream. As he moved in to apply the hold the smaller wrestler seemed to sense it coming, and he broke the hold before it could be tightly applied and bounced off the ropes… Into an eye poke that sent him clear off his feet to do a standing backflip and land on his face!

McNally: A little more “oomph” behind that eye poke than he thought he put into it, I guess.

Edison: The boy doesn’t know his own strength!

Flamingo looked somewhat bewildered by the reaction but went with it, picking the little luchadore up and depositing him on the top rope, looking to the audience and shouting “WHO YOU GONNA CALL?!” before apparently trying for the Ghost Buster off the top rope! OLYMPIA came to in time to block the attempt, slapping Adrian on the side and escaping is clutches to Give him two forearms to the jaw to try and dislodge him from the turnbuckle. Flamingo resisted, returning the forearms and head butting him twice before being blocked once more. OLYMPIA rocked his head back with a palm strike before shoving him off, Flamingo staggering as OLYMPIA came off the top rope with an attempt at a Dragonrana, but Adrian caught him mid-air and Powetombed him hard into the canvas! The crowd’s cheering was pretty well constant by now, though it faded as OLYMPIA was brought down again. Flamingo yelled “1978 Flamingo Special, baby!” before signaling for the 450 Splash, this of course being a ruse, but as he scaled the top and then sailed off Olympia nipped up to his feet suddenly and Flamingo sailed square into a non-running 1.21 Gigawatt Strike powered only by OLYMPIA’s momentum coming up at him coming down, but the force alone was enough to practically turn Flamingo inside-out and land him HARD on the back of his head! He crumpled to the side as the crowd’s “OH!!!” echoed through the arena.

Edison: DANGEROUS! OLYMPIA just did his best to knock Flamingo’s feathers off!

OLYMPIA was on his side, then slowly rolled to is front and hooked a weak leg s Adrian lay senseless on the mat…

1!

2!

3-NO!

McNally: Flamingo finds it somewhere inside of him to kick out of that truly incredible 1.21 Jiggawatt Strike! The referee is chcking to see if either competitor can continue…

They could, of course, OLYMPIA now on the offensive and picking Flamingo up, the man staggering unsteadily, he attempting his SPACE FUSION CANNON but Flamingo saw it coming at the last moment, OLYMPIA landing and accidentally taking down the referee with his outstretched feet. The ref went down and OLYMPIA rolled to the side, Flamingo shaking his head and using the ropes to steady himself before hobbling back a bit and digging in his tights for… A pair of brass knuckles! He grinned painfully and pounded his brass-clad fist into his other hand, nodding his head and turning around to use them… But OLYMPIA ran in with another 1.21 Gigawatt Strike… That missed! He rebounded off the ropes… Right into those brass knuckles!

McNally: Oh, fight fair, win or lose like a man!

Olympia reacted to the punch by doing a full corkscrew backflip and landing hard on his face, crumpling like a paper bag, and Flamingo made the cover as the referee rolled over and made a slow count…

1...

2...

…

…

…3!

The bell rang as Flamingo rolled to the side and slipped the knucks back into his tights, he raising his own hand as he sat tiredly in the corner and held his jaw with his opposite hand. The recovering referee went about the motions of attempting to revive OLYMPIA, who did so eventually, and he was helped to his feet as Phillip Jones was heard at ringside.

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingooooo!

The sound boos were heard easily as Flamingo replaced the lowered straps to his shoulders, pointing over his shoulder to the “#1” on his back.

Jones: And since OLYMPIA is the loser of the bout, he must now REMOVE HIS MASK!

Another round of boos, Flamingo looking at him as he looked dejected and hesitantly began removing the strings that held his mask in place. Flamingo looked impatient and reached up to forcibly remove the mask just as he unlaced it completely, pulling it away triumphantly…

To reveal ANOTHER MASK! Adrian was so surprised by an identical mask seen under the first one that he did a back bump out of sheer surprise and then rolled backward to his feet to go tumbling over the top rope, ending up on his keister to back up the ramp a few feet and look indignant, throwing down the white mask and shouting more vulgarities as the man who won the moral victory celebrated by climbing the turnbuckle to play painfully to the crowd and stare at the scowling Astonishing One was he backing up the ramp and patting his hair to try and get the unruly stuff back under control.

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Segment: “Fun with the fans” (Credit: Thunderkiss)

[Thunderkiss is walking backstage talking on his cell phone and looking ‘important’, as usual. As he almost enters his locker room door, a female fan steps in front of him looking very nervous. Thunderkiss stops in his tracks.]

Thunderkiss (on phone): Hey, let me call you right back……

~CLICK~

Thunderkiss: Lady, you better have a good reason for blocking me from my locker room door…

[The girl looks so nervous that she is almost in tears. Her hands shake and her voice trembles as she responds…]

Girl Fan: I’m so sorry, but I’ve always wanted to meet you… seriously. I really am a huge fan..

Thunderkiss: You’re a “huge” fan huh? Well show me you’re a huge fan. Show me you’re worth my time, why don’t you pull that shirt up and show me some tits, honey.

[The girl does exactly that, without thinking about it twice. Thunderkiss smiles as he gazes upon her chest…]

Thunderkiss: Hah, nice. Alright kid, you’ve earned yourself an autograph.. who should I make it out to?

Girl Fan: Lisa, please. Thank YOU so much.

[Thunderkiss pulls a sharpie from his back pocket and a promo off from a stack of them sitting on his locker room dresser.]

Thunderkiss: You know “Lisa”, I have a question for you while I sign this. They say I objectify women. They say I am an egotistical bastard who only cares about himself. Do you care?

Lisa: No.

Thunderkiss: Would you give up your family, your friends and every earthly position just to have one night with me?

Lisa: Yes.

Thunderkiss: How about if I made you walk around on all fours and bark like a dog all day long… would you do it?

Lisa: Yes. I am yours for however you want. I see you on TV, and I know only one thing: I want you and only you.

Thunderkiss: Well, isn’t that special. Well honey, tonight is your lucky night …

[The girl looks up into the eyes of Thunderkiss, full of spirit and happiness. She has dreamt about this moment for so long!]

Thunderkiss: On second thought, maybe not. You might have a nice rack kid, but in all honesty, you have one hell of a butter face. Go get some plastic surgery bitch before I decide to take your face and shove it into some bread for some toast!

[The girl’s eyes fill with tears. She quickly spins her body around in complete embarrassment and runs to the nearest exit. Thunderkiss begins to laugh as he crumples up the autograph and tosses it onto the floor. Thunderkiss then once again pulls out his cell phone and hits a speed dial number.]

Thunderkiss (on phone): Wilcox? Sorry about that, one of those crazy fans, you know. Anyway, What are the chances of getting him to appear on the next show? (listening) Seriously?! Excellent! Were going to pack ‘em in they will open a whole new door Will! (listening) Indeed. You’re worth every cent. When this is all said and done with, they will forget all about the others and remember me and only me. Now Will, I have one final request. I want you to see what you can do about trademarking the word “Brudah”.

[With those words, Thunderkiss slams the door of his locker room and the camera fades out.]

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Match 2: Rioters vs. The Bodyguards (Credit: Latino)

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Introducing first....Bruce and Tyrone....the Bodyguards!

The two bodyguards are already in the ring as they are announced. The fans let out a loud amount of boos as their theme plays throughout the arena. The tag team look more than ready for this match as Bruce does a quick stretch and Tyrone just looks around being the badass that he is. The camera then pans around the arena at the different fans until it finally reverts back to the ring. Bruce climbs up the turnbuckle and raises both arms until he hears Phillip get back on the mic.

Phillip: And their opponents....they weigh in at a combined weight of 511 lbs and both hail from Miami, Floridia, USA.......Reckless and Ruthless....the Rioters!!

A catchy low pitched guitar bursts into life through the arena. The lights turn off as black drapes everywhere.

YEAAA!!!!

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The guitar springs into more life as The Rioters run out and looked pump. The lights turn on as an array of dark red pyro goes off. They jump around, looking around.

Stare in wonder, who's here to bring you down?
Find your martyr, I'm sure you've made the crown

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They keep looking around and jumping up and down. Reck has a serious face on his look as he finally goes down the ramp. Ruth still is yelling and getting ready.

So light a fire under my bones, so when
I die for you, at least I'll die alone

Ruth finally gets ready, slaps his face and walks right behind Reck. The two look determined as Reck rolls in the ring. Ruth walking behind making sure there isn't a sneek attack.

Ain't nothing for me to end up like this
There's no comparing me this time

Ruth finally turns around and walks up the steps. He slowly enters the ring. Reck goes to the top rope and taunts by putting his hands in a club and raising them high. Ruth does the same thing on the other side.

All my heroes have now become ghosts
Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most
All my heroes are dead and gone
But they're inside of me, they still live on

* The Bell Rings *

Bruce and Ruthless start the match and both men are definitely not the smallest men in the world. They stand up high and give one another a few words of encouragement . Ruthless looks back at his partner and then quickly turns back around with a big punch. He throws another and another as Bruce starts taking a few steps back. Ruthless then grabs his opponent by the arm and whips him into the ropes. He waits for him to return and then lifts him a couple feet in the air. Bruce is held up for a few moments and the crowd lets out a small cheer. Then with a big impact Ruthless slams him into the ring mat. He rolls off to the side and out of no where Reckless dives from the top rope with a very high leg drop. Reckless then does a back roll away and Ruthless comes down on the laid out opponent with an elbow drop that hits the neck. Tyrone this time steps over the top rope as he enters the ring. He charges at Ruthless but the equally big man doesn't budge. He pushes back and then knees him in the stomach. Ruthless whips him into the ropes and then quickly gets down on his hands and knees. Reckless runs and uses his partner as a springboards as he leaps off and nails Tyrone in the face with a big dropkick. He then barrel rolls along the ring mat as the Referee starts yelling at him to get back to his corner. Ruthless turns back to Bruce as he stands back up. He measures his distance and then charges with a big boot directed right to his face. Bruce slams into the mat once again as Reckless is tagged back into the ring.

The crowd lets out a big pop as he jumps over the top rope. He nods to Ruthless as he grabs Bruce and pulls him back to his feet. He grabs a hold of him and lifts him up into a powerbomb position. He holds him up as Reckless climbs the top turnbuckle and then leaps off the top. He grabs Bruce in mid-air and pulls off a clothesline, taking Bruce out of the hands of his holder. Ruthless then leaves the ring as Reckless stands back up. He points to the fans as they respond with a pop and notices out the corner of his eye Bruce sitting back up. Reckless runs a few steps and smacks him in the face with a spinning dropkick. Bruce falls back against the ring and Reckless hooks the leg for a quick cover. The Referee makes the count as he gets down on the ring mat. He counts....ONE.....TWO.....and the count is broken by Tyrone. He drives his arm right in the back of the head of Reckless and then quickly gets back to his corner. Reckless slowly stands up as he grabs the back of his head. Bruce does the same and as the moments pass both men are staring at one another. Bruce charges at him with a clothesline but Reckless reverses it into a Tornado DDT that nearly implants his opponent's head into the ring permanently. He pushes Bruce onto his back and then stumbles against the ring ropes as he stands back up. Reckless starts climbing up to the top of a nearby corner and then with a deep breath walks along the top rope. He looks back at Bruce and then leaps off with the Heaven Bound that connects perfectly. As he rolls forward, he stands back up and continues runs towards the opposite corner from where he last leapt from. Ruthless now makes himself into the ring and he grabs a hold of Bruce. He drags him up to his feet but his attention is quickly broken as Tyrone gets back in the ring. Tyrone gets ready to attack until Reckless walks the rope again like a tightrope and then leaps at him with a diving attack. Both bodies collide as Tyrone is knocked out of the ring. Ruthless smiles at what he just saw and then grabs a hold of Bruce once more. He yells at his partner to go up top and Reckless does so as Ruthless does the impressive feat and lifts Bruce up. He puts him up in position of the Razor's Edge and Reckless comes diving out with clothesline as he finishes off the Brutal Bombings. Ruthless then leaves the ring as Reckless makes the cover again and the Referee makes the count.....ONE.....TWO.....THREE!

Phillip: Here are your winners...the Rioters!!

Ruthless clotheslines Bruce right over the top rope and Reckless nails Tyrone with a dropkick to the face as he sends him to the outside as well. Once their opponents are out of the ring, the two tag partners meet up in the middle. They raise their arms and the crowd cannot help but cheer like crazy. Reckless runs up the turnbuckle corner as he yells out to the fans. They respond back with a pop. He jumps back down and slaps hands with his partner as the two men leave the ring.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Invisible Monsters (Credit: Scott)

Finally, Scott has arrived for his match at Winters Discontent. Not only that, but he needs to find out what happened to Jessie, and fast. Ivan Carter is not a patient man.

The taxi pulls up outside the arena.

Driver: That’ll be $23.00 thankyou, sir.

Her voice is so familiar. I’ve been listening to her this entire time and it still escapes my memory.

Scott: Here you go.

The woman extends her one hand and grabs the money, but with her other she smoothly pulls out a pistol with a silencer attached from under her dash board.

Driver: Sit down.

Scott does as he is told.

Driver: Do you know who I am, Mr. Andrews?

That’s it! I remember that voice…Barbara…

Scott: Long time no see, Barbara…

Barbara: Ah, so you do remember. That’s good, Mr. Andrews, very good, but unfortunately you’re not going to need to remember anything any time soon. I’ve been tracking you for many weeks, Scott. We all have.

All?

Barbara: See this?

Barbara pulls out a small device with a red dot flashing directly in the middle of the screen.

Barbara: The red dot; that’s you. I’ve been following your every move ever since you left the ACW arena that day.

Scott So you all have tracking devices?

Barbara: How else would those other men have attempted to murder you?

Scott: Well it all seemed pretty logical to me - - -

Barbara: Trust me, those were all planned well ahead of time…Scott, are you scared?

Scott: I’m trapped in a taxi with a woman holding a pistol that wants to kill me. You could say I’m not in the most stable of mental states.

Barbara: Well, you shouldn’t be scared.

Scott: Why?

Barbara: You’re on scare tactics.

Scott: Are you fucking kidding me?!

Barbara: Yes.

Scott: Fuck you… Are you going to kill me or what? Cos’ I have a girlfriend to save and a whole lot of ass whooping for one Ivan Carter.

Barbara: Hold your horses young man, I’m getting there.

Scott: Well before you do, I’d like to ask you something about taxi’s that been bugging me for a long time.

Barbara: Ok, but then, it’s lights out.

Scott leans forwards and points to the dashboard where the mile counter and such are located.

Scott: You see these?

Barbara: Yes.

Scott: Well, I was just wondering - - -

Scott launches towards the gun, taking Barbara by surprise. The two struggle for possession, but in an untimely act of desperation Scott forces the trigger down as the gun is aimed at Barbara’s face. No gore is seen, but the imagination is able to create a horrific image nonetheless. Scott stares in shock as he slowly backs away from the motionless body of his assailant.

Scott: Holy shit…I’m so outta here…

In typical Scott Andrews fashion, he flees from the situation, and fair enough. He grabs what’s left of his things and begins making his way towards the arena doors. As always he keeps his eyes peeled for danger. When all’s clear, the door opens and the Scarlet Assassin enters the arena for the first time in what feels like a long time.

FADE OUT.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 3: Thunderkiss vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: Senator)

We return swiftly to ringside, and the ever-dilligent commentary team.

Maxwell McNally: Welcome back, one and all to ACW's Winter's Discontent! This is Maxwell McNally here with my usual broadcast partner, the ever-energetic "Fast" Eddie Edison.

"Fast" Eddie Edison: Awww, yeah! This show's got so much going for it that I couldn't go to sleep last night in my anticipation! And our next match tonight is a real danged humdinger!

McNally: Rena Matheson is one of our longest running veterans. She may be beautiful, but she packs quite the punch in her petite frame. On the other hand, you have her opponent, Thunderkiss.

Edison: This guy is something else, that's for sure!

McNally: Since his debut in ACW, Thunderkiss has started a revolution...to inject the values of what we might call "sports entertainment" into ACW. Many of our fine wrestlers and fans have taken exception to his outrageous mission, and if that's not enough, his boisterous attitude, and claims of being the "ultimate male" are enough to disgust the remainder.

Soon, “Paradise City” plays, and the lights dim, as the first competitor makes his entrance.

Phillip: Announcing first, weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds, he calls himself the Ultimate Male, and the leader of the SES, Thunderkiss!

Thunderkiss poses repeatedly on his way to the ring, his entrance looking nearly identical to an early Hogan one, complete with the requisite shirt tear in the ring. (using a standard ACW shirt) It’s not long before “Lighters Up” hits the PA system, heralding the arrival of the next wrestler.

Phillip: Announcing next, weighing in at one hundred ant fifty three pounds, she is the Original ACW Diva, and still the hottest in the business today, Rena Matheson!

Rena seems to be in good spirits as she makes her way to the ring, clapping the hands of the fans at ringside before entering the ring. Soon, both competitors meet in the middle of the ring, referee Keiji Makabe makes a quick check, and the bell rings. Rena looks her opponent up and down, and it seems that Thunderkiss appreciates the attention. So much so, that he performs a hip swivel, motioning to Rena to "come here," finishing his posing with a slow motion crotch chop.

Thunderkiss: Come on, let's just forget this match and how's about you have an experience with the Ultimate Male!

Some would call Rena loose, and say that there's not a man who she wouldn't be with...but this is not the right situation, and Thunderkiss is the recipient of a huge uppercut slap...that is, he would be, if he didn't catch Rena's hand, wagging his finger in her face. This, however, only opens him up to a sharp kick to the groin. TK drops to his knees, with Makabe admonishing an unrepentant Rena. Matheson shrugs the referee off, running off the ropes, flying into Thunderkiss with a flying front dropkick to the face. The dropkick knocks the big man to the mat, and Rena covers for the pin...

...1

...Thunderkiss doesn't just kick out, but he rises up, holding Rena in the process, and hitting a gutbuster on his opponent. TK doesn't stop there, holding Rena across his knee, he motions to the crowd with his outstretched right hand.

Edison: Oh no, he's gonna spank her like a government mule!

McNally: A government mule? Eddie, sometimes, you make me wonder why ACW placed you in this booth, the last thing we need to do is steal our competitor's phrases...or style, for that matter.

TK looks back and forth, and indeed swings his arm down, smacking an incredibly irate Rena in the backside with his huge palm, the *smack* sounding through the ACW Arena. Thunderkiss picks Rena off his knee, throwing her into the ropes, hitting a big spinning side slam on her return, holding the leg for the pin...

...1

...It's Rena's turn to kick out, sliding out, and catching the rising TK with an inside cradle...

...1

...2

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

...Thunderkiss kicks out, but that's not the most startling thing that occurs at this moment. As the Ultimate Male escapes a pinfall attempt, a certain red, white, and blue clad individual appears in the front row, holding a sign stating "Thunderass!". No, not Sign Guy Dudley, not Lodi, but:

Edison: It's Bob! Bob "The Swerve" DiLas is here at ringside! Max, he's not part of our company again, is he?

McNally: What, you didn’t see him arrive….? Never mind, no, he is most certainly not.

TK is distracted as he stands up, for the spastic, sign-wielding Bob is standing on the guardrail, waving the sign about, and getting the front row to chant "Thunderass." Rena takes full advantage of the craziness, hitting a spinning back kick on her opponent, allowing her to place him in a front facelock, hopping up onto the middle rope, and springing off with a tornado DDT. Thunderkiss gets right back up, only for Rena to send him back down with a drop toe hold, rolling over his back, and locking in the Fade to Black hammerlock/headscissors combination, with some difficulty, due to the size difference. Rena further applies the hold, TK tries to get up to his feet, but is unable to do so, as she wrenches in the submission. Bob, on the outside, now starts chanting "Thunderpiss," the front row chanting alongside the Swerve.

Edison: Why aren't we doing anything about that moron?

McNally: Oh, you know how our security crew is, Ginger hires them locally...and you know, that's all I need say. Deployment takes longer than it should, and that's one of the reasons that things are still so crazy around here after all these years.

Edison: I wasn't talking about Bob, I was talking about the guy in the ring!

Thunderkiss tries to get back up, with a single-minded determination, and now is able to stand, however, it comes with a price, as Rena does not release her hold in the process, only managing to modify it slightly to adapt to the situation. TK finally manages to shake his opponent off, pushing out from the headscissors, and sloppily shrugging Rena off his shoulder. Matheson hits the mat hard, but rolls to absorb the impact, getting right back to her feet. Thunderkiss tries to change that with a big right punch, which is thrown slowly, and thus, caught by the faster Rena, who turns it into a leaping armdrag of sorts. Bob keeps up his verbal assault, still standing on top of the guardrail, now starting up the infamous "You Can't Wrestle" chant, once again, raising the ire of TK, who gets up from the armdrag, shoves Rena out of the way, and walks over to the ropes, pointing a big finger at the Swerve, and shouting a few choice words. Rena, though, is not a woman to be ignored, ever, and she teaches Thunderkiss this important lesson, running back off the opposite ropes, and returning with a leaping headscissors takedown, sending her opponent flying through the ropes, in a convenient position, right in front of his consistent, ring trained heckler. Bob, for his part, turns around, and leaps off in a backflip, landing on his feet right in front of a ticked off Thunderkiss. Before TK can do so much as utter a harsh word, ACW security FINALLY dashes down to ringside, chasing the trespassing Bob back through the crowd.

McNally: It took them long enough, but they finally got that nuisance out of here.

Edison: Aww, and I was just going to invite Bob over to our announce booth to discuss old times!

Thunderkiss watches the somewhat diminutive Swerve run away, and shakes his head in half amusement, and half disgust at the antics. Once again, though, Bob's actions have kept TK distracted from the task at hand, and once again, he pays the price, as a tenuously perched Rena dives from the top turnbuckle in a huge plancha, sending TK reeling into the guardrail.

McNally: Do note that the referee, Keiji Makabe did not even start the outside ten count on Thunderkiss during that debacle, and he's not starting it now, either, letting the two competitors settle their issues without overt enforcement of optional rules.
Rena is as ferocious as a wildcat on the outside, repeatedly kicking her opponent in the head, picking him up with a burst of strength, and uttering a frightening scream, she throws TK into the guardrail, the back of his head striking the steel as he slumps down against it. The veteran diva hops up onto the ring apron, a fierce look in her eyes, as she leaps off with a front dropkick, shooting into Thunderkiss's face, feet first, the impact visibly moving the rail back into the legs of the front row.

Edison: Daaaangeroussss! That just took his face off, and rattled his skull, pure beauty in action, it doesn't get better than this!

McNally: Sometimes, Eddie, you frighten me just a tad, just a little bit. That said, that was a remarkable move by Miss Rena, who, despite her slight frame, is not one to mess with.

Keiji Makabe has seen enough at this point, and finally starts the ten count...

...1

...2

...3

...Rena gets up, easily rolling into the ring, but then rolls back out, dragging TK by his feet, lifts him up partially onto the apron, rolling him into the ring. Matheson quickly motions for a finish, picking Thunderkiss up in position for her crossarm powerbomb, the Hell in Heels.

McNally: There's no possible way she can get this move to work! The size differential is just too great!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Rena squats down, exploding up with every muscle in her feminine body, but instead of hitting a crossarm powerbomb on her opponent, she instead pulls straight back, and drives him into the mat, piledriver style!

Edison: Daaa...

McNally: No! Only one "Dangerous" allowed per match, Eddie! You know better, Chairman Ginger told you he didn't want to hear that frequently anymore. And that was one heck of a move if I do say so myself.

Matheson covers for the pin...

...1
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....2
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...Thunderkiss kicks out! TK suddenly stands up, holding his head, but seemingly otherwise unharmed, catching Rena with a hammer throw into the ropes, blasting her on the return with his Box Office Smash(Polish Hammer), sending Rena bouncing off the mat, back onto her feet...however, it's right into position for a fall forward scoop slam. This sets TK up for yet another move, as he stands up, then flexing his elbow, stating "This is the Thunder...and this is the Kiss," as he drops a sharp elbow right on Rena's midsection. He stands back up, stalking Rena(not Blade style), and as his opponent stands, he catches her in a military press, repeatedly using Rena to execute ten repetitions of a standing shoulder press, before slamming her down with his finisher, the Heaven's Door. Soon after, TK drops a standing senton for the pin...

...1
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...2
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....3!

Phillip: Your winner, Thunderkiss!

The crowd seems displeased with the finish of the match, as Thunderkiss stands up, flamboyantly "dusting off" his hands, as if the match was not such a big deal.

Edison: Did I miss something, or fall asleep here? Thunderdolt just made the comeback to top all comebacks here! He just hit five straight moves, and it was over, after taking the brunt of the offence throughout the rest of the match!

McNally: That's his style, I suppose, to absorb the opponent's best moves, wearing them out, and then using his superior power to take the win. It may not be the most interesting strategy, and some might even call it a tad formulaic. But it worked tonight, and in the end, I suppose, that's what counts, no matter what you might think of Thunderkiss, he walks away the winner. That's no insult to Miss Rena, who fought her heart out in the ring, taking her opponent to the limit, and showing that she still is a force to be reckoned with. All you can do in this business is to give 100%, and she didn't disappoint on that level.

The crowd is in complete agreement with the commentary team; a chant of “RENA!” breaks out, and even Thunderkiss has the grace to stand back while a somewhat emotional Rena takes in the scene, and waves to her legions of loyal fans before exiting the ring. She’ll always be ACW’s supreme Diva, wherever else her turbulent life takes her…

[Once Rena has left, Thunderkiss rolls out of the ring to the floor where he begins to step back from the match. As he replays the match in his mind, he walks past a rowdy “fan” sitting front row that suddenly gets up in his face. A fan who just happens to be former A.C.W star Bob “The Swerve” Di `Lasm who's somehow got back to where he started from...]

The Swerve: Congratulations, you just got your first Pay Per View Win. I mean sure it was from Rena, and even your mom can beat Rena. I seriously hope you’re not one of the best Ginger has hired. Matches are supposed to pump the crowd up, not put them to sleep. You should change your name to Thundersleep; cause anyone watching you can sleep even through thunder.

[Thunderkiss has taken all he can of The Swerve’s comments. He walks right up to Bob and pokes him in the chest.]

Thunderkiss: Your mouth shouldn’t write checks your body can’t cash.

[The Swerve looks around with a smile on his face; the nearby fans start a “B O B!” chant and it spreads until quite a proportion of the crowd is joining in. He sighs, hoping to have lasted at least a little longer than this.]

The Swerve: Oh trust me buddy, I have plenty in the back…

[The Swerve smashes his smoothie across Thunderkiss’s head to the delight of the crowd. Thunderkiss has just had enough! You may taunt him all you will, but when you step over the line and send objects flying his way, you are no longer a fan, you are a target! Thunderkiss grabs The Swerve by his shirt and the he pushes back! It’s a shoving match near the guardrail that quickly spills over as Thunderkiss takes The Swerve and flips him over the barrier and onto the floor!]

Maxwell McNally: Remember folks, we welcome fan expression here in A.C.W but you must respect the rights of the wrestlers, which includes not throwing things at them! These rules are applicable to all...

Eddie Edison: Even if you ARE Bob “The Swerve” Di `Las!

[The Swerve picks himself up off from the floor and NAILS Thunderkiss right across the jaw with a stiff right hand! Thunderkiss answers back with a right of his own! Both men are now surrounded by arena security that quickly step in and divide the two! Thunderkiss is pushed back much to his dismay.]

Thunderkiss: You want to step into my word brother? Come on! Come step into my word little man!

“The Swerve”: Oh trust me, I will! As soon as Ginger signs my contract. Once I have my contract I’ll be coming after you. Be ready Thunderpiss, you’re going to get… SWERVED!

[The crowd erupts into cheers at the thought of Bob coming back to an ACW ring after almost 2 years gone. One of the Security guards gets in The Swerve’s face with a frown.]

Arena Security: We’re going to have to ask you to leave again, sir.

“The Swerve”: Wow, being escorted out by Security twice in one night, this brings back memories…

[Thunderkiss is still hot but the security staff is doing their best to calm him down and return him to the back stage area. The rest of the team is now trying to escort the Swerve out of the building for his antics tonight! Some of the crowd starts booing, with a few yells of “Let him stay!” picked up by the ringside mics.]

Maxwell McNally: The fans are letting their thoughts be heard as they fully support the Swerve, but like it or not, he is not yet contracted with this company and must maintain his conduct to that of a fan!

[The security team finally accomplishes their first goal of getting Thunderkiss to the backstage area. Out by the ring, the fans are still chanting for the Swerve, so much so that the arena security staff is now reconsidering their initial action of ejecting him. As the security team huddles together, they remember Ginger wanted Bob gone at even the slightest bit of trouble! They all turn their attention to the Swerve, but he isn’t going to go easy! They lunge for him but the Swerve is much too quick as he jumps up into the air and leaps over three guards in the process! He lands back into the crowd and begins sprinting towards the exits with a line of security guards running closely behind! The crowd easily moves for the Swerve, however they are doing their best to keep Security from their favorite Break Dancing Superstar.]

OOC: Ending events credit to Bob and Thunderkiss.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "Cum On, Feel The Noise" (Credit: Nick Durden)

There is a clacking of boots on the polished floor of the lobby as Renix Williams, cloaked a long coat, makes her way to the front desk.

Renix: I'm going to need another key to my room. I left mine in my purse up in the room.

The worker begins typing in to a computer.

Hotel Worker: I see...

Renix grins, leaning onto the counter a bit.

Renix: This is a little embarrassing. My money, my ID, everything's in there. I was planning to go out to some clubs tonight and wasn't exactly planning to have to buy my own drinks.

She looks in the man's eyes as they drift down, as she parts her coat a bit. She has on a black vinyl dress that is v-cut down just below her sternum, cleavage swelling up in the part like two bald midgets grappling in a front facelock. She pulls the left side of the coat a bit further as the worker ogles more, his eyes about to glaze over as she reveals one of the shoulder straps tore, the left side of her dress hanging dangerously low.

Renix: But I had a bit of a problem and need to change before I can go back out.

The man stammers as he stares at her, then halfway snaps to his senses.

Hotel Worker: Uh... I see... I... um... Oh! Just let me look up your information and we'll get that for you.

A loud clattering in the distance resonates from behind them and the sound of a slap draws both to look in the direction of the hotel restaurant. There we see a waiter holding his hand to his face, below it, his skin is already making a bright pink handprint as he is shocked. The restaurant supervisor is hurriedly rushing to the scene as Nick Durden, sitting at the table, pulls the linen napkin to his mouth, spitting his food into it and slamming it angrily on his plate. As the supervisor is getting to him, his face is red with anger as he begins shouting.

Nick: Are you the one responsible for this?

Supervisor: Sir, I am in charge of the restaurant, and if there is a problem...

Nick glares at the waiter, then pokes a finger in the supervisor's chest.

Nick: Do you know who I am? I'm a star here, and all I wanted was a late dinner after my flight.

He motions angrily to his plate.

Nick: And this crap is what you give me?

Supervisor: Sir, if there's a problem-

Nick: The problem is... this food is awful. This service is awful.

He turns his back to the supervisor, stomping towards the lobby.

Nick: And I will not be paying for it. I'm going to my room.

Behind him, the supervisor is still bowing and muttering apologies quickly as Nick marches out into the lobby and turns towards the bay of elevators. Pausing, he looks at the two at the desk, narrowing his eyes at the man behind it.

Nick: What are you looking at?

The hotel worker nearly falls out of his seat as he averts his eyes, turning his attention back to Renix quickly.

Hotel Worker: Um... what room did you say, ma'am?

With a coy smile, she leans back.

Renix: Room 2117.

Nick stomps off to the elevators as the hotel worker scampers behind the desk, hurriedly grabbing a plastic keycard and handing it to her.

Renix: Thank you.

She casually saunters over towards the elevators herself, Nick having disappeared inside one. The door is closing as his hand catches it at the last second, holding it open as Renix clack clacks into the elevator with a grin. Pulling her coat closed around her again, the doors close as the two stand facing forward quietly in the elevator, it going up to the 21st floor. After a moment of silence, Nick clears his throat.

Nick: Well? You get it?

Renix: But of course. After both of our performances down there, it was easy.

She pulls the plastic keycard from her left coat pocket, handing it slowly over to him with a clever grin. Nick takes it in his hand, turning it over a few times and staring at it. He flashes an ear-to-ear grin as he tucks it in his pants pocket.

Nick: Good job.

The elevator dings and Nick and Renix slip out into the hallway of the 21st floor, the doors closing behind them.

~~~~~~~~~

There is a faint click of the keycard reader as the door unlocks. Nick and Renix casually saunter in and turn on the lights to reveal that there’s no one in the room.

Renix: Everything looks good. I’m gonna go stand lookout.

Nick gives Renix a nod, and she steps out into the hallway again, closing the door behind her. We then receive our first hint as to who this room really belongs to as Nick catches sight of a framed picture of Leon Chase. Nick glares intently at this photo as his tone begins to noticeably intensify and he starts speaking to the picture.

Nick (whispered): Would you show me your dreams...so that I could destroy them?

Nick starts making his way toward the picture.

Nick: Would you show me your nightmares...so that I could make them real?

Nick takes the picture into his hands.

Nick: You...have got to live your dream.

Nick grip on the picture tightens so much that he ends up cracking the glass in the frame.

Nick: Now it's time to wake in the nightmare...

Renix suddenly bursts in through the door.

Renix: Nick, it’s here.

As quickly as Nick became brooding and fierce, he snaps out of his trance and his nature becomes quite jovial again. The vicious scowl on his face is replaced by a very relaxed, almost giddy, expression.

Nick: Oh, great.

~~~~~~~~~~

Now much later in the night, Leon and Kelsey Chase, both of them decked out in party couture, step out from the elevator. The couple is laughing jovially after what can be assumed to be a night of mirthful revelry. As they continue to saunter down the hall, muffled music blaring from inside of a hotel room can be heard.

Kelsey: What kind of jerk is playing music this late at night?

As they approach the source of the noise, however, the couple realizes that the music is indeed coming from their room. They can only trade puzzled looks as they hesitantly open their door. Kelsey unleashes a ghastly shriek of horror as she is greeted by the sight of a group of chimpanzees frolicking around the room and howling savagely while “Cum On, Feel The Noise” by Quiet Riot blares from massive speakers that, strangely, were not there before. The chimps are all wearing business suits ala the CareerBuilder.com commercials, and surely enough, there’s even one that’s sucking on a lit one hundred dollar bill. Three of them are hanging on the blades of the ceiling fan. Kelsey and Leon can only look on in horror as the chimps fling their personal possessions, including their finest clothes and jewelry, all across the room.

Leon: DUUUUUUUURRRRDEEEEEEN!!!!!!

We then cut to the rooftop of the building neighboring the hotel where the Chases are staying. Two figures stand there, one laughing heartily while the other is holding a pair of binoculars to her eyes and looking on triumphantly. As the camera zooms in, we realize that it is indeed none other than Renix Williams and Nick Durden.

Nick: Lemme see.

Renix hands Nick the binoculars. Nick looks at the chaos that is currently plaguing the Chases and vigorously chuckles again. The scene fades out as Renix and Nick give each other enthusiastic high-fives.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW Entertainment Championship - 30 Minute Triple Threat Ironman Match
MASAKI vs. Christopher Bryant vs. Jason Freeman

Philip: The following match is a Triple threat 30-Minute Ironman Match and is for the Puro Championship! The rules are as following: A pinfall, submission or the victim of a disqualification, will be granted 2 points to their score, and the person on the receiving end of a pinfall, submission or the one the caused the disqualification shall lose 1 point from their score. Also, losing via countout shall result in a deduction of 1 point but no points granted. Without further ado, the first competitor, from Yokohama, Japan, weighing at 228 lbs…he is the Puro Champion, MASAKI!

The quiet piano entrance to “Silent Revelation” by Galneryus opens up the entrance, as the lights fade to almost a total darkness. Then around the 0:20 mark, the song bursts into life with powerful guitar shredding, and the lights begin to flicker in a mix of red and white lights. Then as the lyrics begin around the 0:35 stage, MASAKI walks out to jeers from the crowd. He walks down the ramp, looking rather cocky with himself before he walks down the ramp. The lights then resume a normal position as MASAKI talks trash to the fans, before he slides into the ring.

Philip: And from California, weighing at 280 lbs…Christopher “The Model of Excellence” Bryant!

As the song starts to play Purple and Yellow spot lights flash all around the arena. Christopher Bryant walks on the the ramp with Bambi and both lights settle on him. He gives everyone a pose and then starts making his way to the ring, bad mouthing fans along the way. He stands next to the ring apron and jumps straight up onto it. He climbs in and holds the ropes open for Bambi. He steps into the middle of the ring and flexes some more to the boo's of the fans

Philip: And finally, from Long Island, New York, weighing at 230 lbs…Jason Freeman!

In the intro of the “Ugly” by the Exies hits, and Freeman walks out slowly, with dark lighting, and when the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as bit of a fire pyro goes off. Freeman then walks slow, ans the fans majorly pop for the youngster, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring, ready for battle.

Bell rings

The intensity of this massively scaled match can be felt as MASAKI, Freeman, and Bryant closely make their way out of their corner. Being the lighter of the three, MASAKI and Freeman look at each other, smirking, and immediately go after the 280-pounder in Bryant. They take turns in firing shots into his face, forcing him at the ropes. They hit an Irish Whip, but Bryant responds by knocking the two down with a double clothesline. The two sluggishly rise to their feet, but Bryant takes them both down with a second clothesline. MASAKI and Freeman get to their feet, but Bryant is like an unstoppable monster as he effortlessly grounds MASAKI to the floor with a fierce headbutt. Freeman enters from the other side, spinning Bryant around, but his efforts are futile as Bryant blocks the punch, and chops him in the head, knocking him to the floor.

McNally: Bryant certainly looking to be the most dominant of this match so far.
Edison: But the question is, can he make the whole 30 minutes? He may be huge, but does he have the endurance?
McNally: I can’t believe I’m saying this…but Eddie, that’s a good question.

Bryant lifts MASAKI up, whipping him at the ropes. He takes the Puro Champion down with complete ease with the Big Boot, and MASAKI falls in a comedic style, sinking down like a fallen tree. Bryant ignores MASAKI’s games, lifting Freeman up and planting him with a big scoop slam. He makes the cover over Freeman, but MASAKI is quick to cancel the pin. MASAKI then manages to get to his feet, but Bryant is up before him, and firmly whips him at the ropes. Bryant locks MASAKI into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but MASAKI headbutts Bryant in the head, escaping and knocking the Model of Excellence silly for a while, before striking him with a firm Mule Kick. Unfortunately, it doesn’t knock the big man over, and that honour goes to Freeman, who out of nowhere Dropkicks Bryant in the back of the head.

McNally: Well they’ve managed to get the big man down! Maybe now we’ll see some proper action in this match.
Edison: In fairness though McNally, Bryant has dominated the match and perhaps could have strolled to victory if it wasn’t for the unlikely co-operation of these two standing right now…

Freeman and MASAKI watch each other, as they quickly lock up into a grapple hold. MASSAKI whips Freeman to the ropes, and taking him into a side headlock. But Freeman forces his way out with a few elbows to the gut, and MASAKI releases the hold, holding his gut for a moment. Freeman attempts a dropkick but MASAKI takes a step back, but Freeman quickly rolls to his feet, only to receive a stiff lariat. Freeman gets to his feet again, but holds his chest, clearly in a bit of pain after that lariat. MASAKI approaches him, but Freeman steps to the side before hitting a Drop Toe Hold, but MASAKI rolls on the floor and to his feet. Freeman kips up and plants MASAKI with an arm drag. MASAKI gets up and plants Freeman with an arm drag. They repeat this process once before standing in a confrontation. This only lasts seconds though as MASAKI smacks Freeman in the back of the leg with a stiff kick. Freeman limps a little, but takes MASAKI down with a Hip Toss. MASAKI quickly gets up, ready to fight as they come to a standstill, and the fans are immediately on their feet showing their vast appreciation.

McNally: …Well love them or hate them, you have to admire the skill and talent both these men have.
Edison: It’s a standoff for the history books. What an absolutely amazingly brilliant couple of minutes we had there.

The match feels like an eternity has passed, when in reality we’ve had about five minutes. MASAKI and Freeman lock up again, and look like they’re about to replicate their mad moment from before, as MASAKI is whipped to the ropes. He hits a very impressive hurricarana, sending Freeman to the other side of the ring. Freeman quickly gets up and runs diagonally across the ring towards MASAKI, with MASAKI doing the same, and as they reach the centre of the ring Bryant leaps forward, planting both of them with a diving clothesline. The moment certainly comes to a standstill, as both men are once again laid out on the floor at the expense of Bryant. Chris Bryant stands up again, standing tall and in control of the match once again. He throws MASAKI to his feet, whipping him at the ropes and taking him down with a huge Spinebuster. MASAKI rolls away to a corner as the impact shakes the ring, and Bryant turns to his next potential victim, as Freeman sluggishly gets to his feet.

McNally: Ugh, I’d hate to be Freeman in this position…
Edison: Bryant has certainly been on fire during the start of this match, and I’m with you on that.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Bryant throws a punch, but Freeman manages to duck it. Bryant spins around in confusion, and Freeman jabs him in the jaw. Bryant stumbles backwards, and Freeman doesn’t allow him any leeway, jabbing him a second and third time. He goes for another jab, but Bryant hooks the arm and flings Freeman into a Full Nelson hold. Freeman’s eyes widen as he’s unable to break the hold, and Bryant slams him into the Full Nelson Slam. Bryant makes a cover, but Freeman just gets a shoulder up before three. Time is ticking away slowly and there is yet to be a successful fall yet in this match as Bryant lifts Freeman to his feet. But MASAKI quickly fights the back of Bryant, throwing punches into the back of his head. Bryant angrily turns around, and MASAKI hits him in the gut, locking him around the neck. Freeman follows, and the two hit a double Snap Suplex on the Model of Excellence! As Bryant crashes to the mats, Freeman makes the cover, but MASAKI quickly breaks it up.

McNally: Well I guess that appears to be the end of the partnership right there.
Edison: Yeah well all good things must come to an end – and what a shot there by MASAKI!

MASAKI fires an elbow into Freeman, and Freeman stumbles backwards. But he manages to keep his cool, and he darts forwards, grabbing MASAKI by the arm and whipping him at the ropes. They meet in the centre of the ring, and Freeman goes for a neckbreaker. But so does MASAKI, and they both hit the move, and surely enough, knock each other out onto the floor. All three men are now on the floor, and the fans begin to make some noise as the referee begins his count. But of all the people to get to their feet first, it’s the big man in Bryant, at the third referee’s count. He lifts up MASAKI, and attempts to go for the Ace Crusher, but MASAKI manages to block it. He shunts Bryant away before planting him with the MASA-Guri (Step-up Enziguri). With the cover seemingly there for the taking, MASAKI quickly hooks the leg and awaits for the three-count:

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…2…

…Freeman manages to break the cover right before the count of three.

McNally: Oh and that was the closest we’ve had to a pinfall here tonight!
Edison: Close but no cigar though Maxwell. You don’t win by coming “close”…

MASAKI rises to his feet and begins to fight with Freeman. He throws a couple of elbows, but Freeman knows his tricks now and darts out the way, before hitting his trademark Spinning Arm Slam Backbreaker. MASAKI looks in a lot of pain, but Freeman is unable to get the cover as Bryant clobbers Freeman in the back of the head. Freeman falls to all fours and Bryant attempts the Model Slam. He gets Freeman into the Pumphandle Slam, but Freeman manages to escape. Freeman then tries to go for the Glory Driver, but Bryant elbows Freeman out of the way, before hitting the Ace Crusher perfectly. The crowd are silenced as Bryant makes the cover:

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2…

…3!

McNally: …And I don’t believe it! Bryant has managed to take the lead in this Ironman match!
Edison: In fairness, you cannot say he hasn’t deserved it in this match so far…

Philip: Christopher Bryant has secured a pinfall on Jason Freeman! This means the score stands as this:

A scorecard appears on the Alphatron.

Christopher Bryant: 2 Points
MASAKI: 0 Points
Jason Freeman: -1 Point[/center[

Philip: …There are 18 minutes to go!

The rest period, with the clock still running goes by, and all three competitors get to their feet, with Freeman and MASAKI looking worse for wear. Bryant however has taken a firm grip on the match, as Freeman and MASAKI look to team up again. But MASAKI suddenly turns on Freeman, and himself and Bryant begin to throw the punches at Freeman. Freeman has no chance over the two, especially with the size of Bryant, and the two effortlessly whip him at the ropes, before hitting a double Back Body Drop. Bryant then attempts to go after MASAKI, but MASAKI rushes towards the turnbuckle. He nimbly climbs up the turnbuckle, before Moonsaulting up and onto the rushing Bryant! Despite their dislike for the man, the fans still cheer loudly as MASAKI falls onto the leader of the match, making a cover: 1…2…Kickout by Bryant. MASAKI looks incredibly annoyed with the referee, but keeps his cool, and opts not to go to the Western ways of constantly arguing with the referee. He instead gets to his feet, lifting Freeman up who is already on one knee.

McNally: Well now it looks like MASAKI is taking control of the match. I haven’t seen Bryant handled like that at all since he stepped foot in ACW.
Edison: Well only time will tell, Maxwell, only time will tell…

Freeman and MASAKI lock up again. Freeman whips MASAKI to the ropes, but MASAKI hits a spinning heel kick and knocks Freeman down. MASAKI smirks through his white robes, but he turns around to be promptly smacked in the face with a second big boot. Bryant lifts MASAKI up, and into a Military Press. There’s a huge reaction from the crowd, half positive and half negative, as Bryant effortlessly throws MASAKI into the turnbuckle, giving him the ol’ Snake Eyes. MASAKI bounces off the turnbuckle with his head and stumbles back into the centre of the ring. Bryant boots him in the gut and lifts him up. He then hits a Powerbomb, and then a second Powerbomb, and then a third Powerbomb. He then attempts to finish off the Photo Shoot with a running Powerbomb. However despite what he’s just gone through, MASAKI manages to leap off of Bryant’s shoulder, turning his knee and cracking Bryant in the jaw as he falls. Bryant falls to the ground, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as MASAKI looks to take advantage.

McNally: And once again, MASAKI shows his true skill, and once again he takes Bryant down.
Edison: But he has taken several blows to the back. One can ask how much more he can last.