Ragnarok 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

ACW Proudly Presents: Ragnarok
Saturday 27th January, 2007

Schedule of matches:
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XS3 vs. Ryan East, Derrick Davies and Kenny Quinn

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Hell's Kitchen Match
"The Chef" Leon Chase vs. Thunderkiss

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Hard Ten Tables Match
Michael Ghail and Nick Durden vs. The Rioters

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ACW Entertainment Title Match
Jason Freeman vs. Jonny Spade

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Blood, Guts, and Glory Match
Latino & AK and Snake vs. Top Draw and Kudo

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Fallout 5 on 5 Match
Team Stable vs. Team Hooligan
(Wyvern[c], Senator Steve Philips, Sean Nichols, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitzharris vs. Pat McGroin, Ivor Biggin [co-captains], ??, ??,??)

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ACW International Championship - Straight Jacket Match
Alexander Starkweather vs. Brimstone

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ACW World Title Match
Chance Emmerson vs. Scott Andrews

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Opening (Credit: Hunter)

Following the regular title sequence that precedes every ACW broadcast, there is a quick camera shot of the ACW fans, and then it quickly focuses on the Alphatron. The beloved ACW screen flickers on, and it slowly begins to fade in. After a few seconds, the fans can make out the image of a man in a long black robe with a hood over his face, and the interesting thing to note is that he is animated. He looks up directly into the camera and slowly begins to speak as lights flicker on either side of his image.

?: Ragnarok...the battle at the end of the world, as described by Norse mythology. It is said that the titans of good and the titans of evil shall meet together in epic combat, and in the end the losses will be heavy. Tonight, a similar war shall be waged...

The man rips the hood off of his face and stares into the camera. The fans can clearly see that this is an animated form of Chairman Gingerdude, and their reaction is one of curiosity and amusement.

Ginger: ...welcome to Ragnarok!

His face explodes (yes...explodes), and the blood covers the screen, making it crimson red. It slowly drips off and reveals an empty field, sans for a lone rock on which stands Ginger, now wearing a big hat, holding a big staff, and sporting a long white beard in the form of Odin. The distant neighing of horses can be heard, and the ground begins to shake as a relatively heavy guitar riff comes in. This heavy guitar riff is followed by the crushing vocals of an awesome death metal vocalist.

Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead

The full on blast of Amon Amarth's "Gods of War Arise" is upon the fans, and they gaze in wonder as large shadows appear over Ginger.

It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they'll all be dead

The shadows collide together, and instantly the field is encased in darkness, and the horses come into view. On these horses ride various members of ACW, all animated, and one can easily see that people facing each other tonight are on opposite sides of the battlefield. They all stop and pose for a few seconds as the song continues.

We came in cover of moonless night
Fifty men at arms
Now at first morning light
The church bell sounds the alarm

Just as the song begins to transition to the chorus, Ginger throws a lightning bolt into the center of the ground, and there is a bright explosion (and before you say anything, I am perfectly aware that Thor, not Odin, is the God of Thunder; but Odin's awesome enough to throw lightning bolts, too). As it dims, we see the armored legs of a mysterious shape, and the camera pans up to show that this is an animated Jason Freeman, clutching a large sword with gritting teeth. He walks through the shadowy battlefield until he hears a noise behind him, and turns to see Jonny Spade in a full suit of armor with a lance, riding an armored horse.

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise

Spade throws the lance at Freeman, who chops it in half, and then leaps into the air just as Spade approaches, procuring a sword from behind him. Just before the two connect, there is another flash of light, and we are now brought into a dark cave, where a group of five armored men with swords stand, these being the Capitalists, Wyvern, Sean Nichols, and the Senator.

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise

After the chorus is repeated, the five men all strike various poses, until Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggin appear. The Senatorialites and their allies smile, until three shadows appear from behind them...and strike. The ten men are all engaged in massive combat when another lightning bolt is thrown.

Hear the tortured screams
Shattering the air
They awake from soothing dreams
Into their worst nightmare

Now we are taken to Fimbulwinter, the winter of winters, and an armored XS3 stands in a battle pose with his mace, his long white hair flowing before his eyes. Before him appear three other armored men: Ryan East, Derrick Davies, and Kenny Quinn. They raise their swords, and he smirks, motioning for them to come, and then throws off his coat made of bear skin. They charge at him until another lightning bolt flashes across the screen.

Fire sweeps their homes
They feel the dragon's breath
Consuming and destructive flames
Agonizing death

The next shot is of a raging sea, and the sea angrily thrashes about, almost destroying the ship on which Michael Ghail and Nick Durden proudly stand. Nick points something out to Michael, and another ship appears where he is pointing, this one led by the infamous Rioters. They all raise their swords, and after a loud cry, their ships fire cannonballs. But just before the cannonballs can hit...yup, another lightning bolt.

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise
Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise

We are now back in the battlefield, and BK London and Jake Cheng are seen sharpening their swords proudly as Kudo Yasuda looks on, his flowing black hair slightly obscuring his vision, but still allowing him the chance to organize his arrows and place them onto his bow five at a time. He raises the bow into the air, and BK and Jake stop, looking ahead to see Rattlesnake charging at them, wearing simple battle armor and holding a long sword. Behind him are Latino and AK, Latino wearing a loin cloth from some unearthly reason, and AK fumbling around with a relatively small metal brasserie. They raise their individual axes high, and Kudo instantly lets loose the arrows. As they fly at Rattlesnake, he bats them away with his sword, and lets out a powerful yell during an instrumental break.

Rattlesnake: FFFOOOOOORRRRR VAAAAAAAALHAAAAAAAAAALLAAA!!!

And with that, he swings his axe, and it barely misses Jake, who does a double take and swings at him with his sword. Latino's axe blocks this strike, and AK's strike blocks BK's strike at Latino. Before their battle can begin, however, yet another lightning bolt is sent flailing across the screen.

Some seek shelter in the church
A refuge for those with faith
But we know how to smoke them out
A pyre will be raised

Atop the unholy mountain he sits, his skull-shaped mask gently sulking on his face. He hears a crash behind him and smiles from behind its metal obscurity and rises, clutching his large battle axe tightly. He turns to see the angered face of Brimstone, whose entire face is painted in a similar manner to that of Kratos from the game God of War.

But those who choose to stand and fight
Will die with dignity
For the unfortunate few who survive
Waits a life in slavery

Starkweather raises his axe high, and Brimstone summons the power of Odin, who instantly brings him two swords. Brimstone poses for a few seconds whilst Starkweather smiles and waits.

Starkweather: You came...

Brimstone: Yes. But now, you shall die!

Starkweather: If I die, then I will take you with me...

Brimstone: Then I shall see you in Hel!

And with that the two enemies charge at each other. Brimstone ducks the swing of the large axe, and then tries to impale Starkweather with both swords. But the warrior has other plans, and he leaps back, and then throws his axe like a boomerang. It grazes the shoulder of Brimstone, and then finds its way back to its owner. Both men charge at each other again, but before they can connect, another lightning bolt brightens the screen.

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise
Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise

Scott Andrews holds onto his sword tightly, and instantly slices the creature that appears behind him. But he knows his final battle will be much more difficult. He looks ahead and sees Umeko Saito stand seductively, strangely unarmed.

The day draws to an end
The night comes dark and cold
We return to our ships
With silver, slaves and gold

A simple smile escapes her lips, and Scott quickly tightens his grip on his beloved sword.

Umeko: Kill him!

Scott turns slightly and sees the hulking form of Chance Emmerson appear over him, chains rattling at his sides, and a large battle hammer resting on his shoulder. He throws it down in Scott's direction, but the resilient young man is able to dodge it. He climbs onto the hammer and runs up its entire length, but Chance throws him off before he can strike again. Before Scott has the opportunity to retaliate, another lightning bolt flashes across the screen.

We gave them agony
As they fell and die
The Gods have granted victory
For our sacrifice

Now we are back to the first show, with Ginger standing tall on a rock in the empty field. The wrestlers are all moving slowly on their individual sides, posing on their horses, and overall just looking very, very awesome.

Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise
Sacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war arise

As the song fades to its eventual end, Ginger raises his arms high. The competitors get ready, and then Ginger throws down his arms, and they all charge at full speed. Just before the two sides hit each other, the screen is hit by its final lightning bolt, and a crimson red message is displayed on it.

RAGNAROK
2007 A.D.

This message disappears, and in its place the audience find a new one, one that sums up the past few minutes of events relatively simply. And this is exactly how the promo ends, with this simple message, written in the color of blood, a color that will surely be seen later tonight:

LET THE BATTLE BEGIN…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Suiter #1 (Credit: Yoko)

Ragnarok. Backstage.

With the upcoming five on five match, Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggins have still not quite found their team mates. Now they’re getting desperate and propositioning anyone that may fit.

Pat: We’ve have five days to find three guys, and we haven’t even gotten one?

Ivor: Right.

Pat: Don’t we have any partners?

Ivor: Well, the last real partner we had…We kind of ran him off.

Pat: I vaguely remember that.

Ivor: Speak of the devil.

Pat follows Ivor’s glance to see none other than Skurai rummaging through a supply box belonging to the ACW crew. They approach him.

Pat: Skurai, good buddy, what brings you here?

Skurai: Biff sent this memo like two hours ago, reminding us guys on Fallout to come to the PPV.

Pat: Everyone? They’re all here?

Skurai: Nah, I know a lot who didn’t. I wasn’t going to bother, but I figured…

He lifts a camera out of the box.

Skurai: …It might be profitable for me. Besides, sometimes it’s good to listen to your boss. I don’t want to get fired…again.

Ivor: You know, we have that big PPV match tonight. We still need people to fill out the team. You in?

Skurai: I really don’t think I’m up to doing the tag thing with you guys again.

Pat: Well, just think about it. You’re practically one of us, you know? Don’t let a few incidents come between us.

Skurai: I’ll think about it.

He walks off with the camera he found.

Ivor: There’s one…possibly one, anyway.

Pat: We have a lot of work to do.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Pre-match jitters (Credit: Nick / ??)

It would be hard to find any area backstage at this evening’s event where the tension isn’t already sky high; so much is riding on each and every match, and that’s possibly more true for Nick Durden than it is for most.

It started insidiously, but then the worst things frequently do; a jibe here, a snide comment there… and then the incident at his old family home which raised the stakes beyond all measure. As the camera finds Nick in his locker room, his gaze is solid and intense, as if he’s already thinking about just one thing… ending this nightmare, and doing whatever he needs to in order to achieve that. Anything.

Even the sound of a knock at the door doesn’t rouse him. It is repeated, and then the door opens; at once Nick whips around, fists raised, ready for whatever may be about to loom large before him. When it turns out to be his tag partner Mick, his mood scarcely lightens.

Nick: You’re here, good. I need everything to be perfect tonight, we can’t give those assholes so much as a glimpse of a chance to get into the match.

Mick enters and takes a seat on a wooden bench. He looks pensive, perhaps even a little tense, and quite different to how he’s been in the last couple of weeks. Nick, however, is too wrapped up in his planning to notice right away.

Nick: They want to see my other side? I’ll show them…

Mick: Er, Nick, could I-

Nick: All this crap, it’s stopping here and now. No compromises, no second chances-

Mick: Nick, I don’t want to disturb you, but-

Nick spins around, looking a little bit angry.

Nick: WHAT, already?!

Mick: Hey, sorry, I don’t want to ruin your concentration.

Mick’s voice sounds more than just tense, it sounds nervous, and Nick finally gets the picture. He sighs.

Nick: Too late for that. So what’s so important?

Mick: Well… it’s just, you know… these big hardcore matches, they’re tough and dangerous, and I’ve never been in one before, I’ve only ever seen one contested live and that made me feel ill when this guy cut a vein. I’m… I don’t know if…

Nick walks over to Mick and puts a hand on his shoulder. While he’s not normally a selfish or uncaring man, tonight all his attention is on beating the Rioters, and he needs his partner to be on-side. Besides, it’s not as if he intends to let the situation get out of control, which would be when things actually get dangerous…

Nick: Listen, Mick, you’re young and you’re new to this, we both know that. But think about it… we’ve won all three of our matches together, heck, you’re undefeated in ACW! How many of the big names backstage can say that? None of them!

Mick is still uneasy, but his pride fills out a little.

Nick: This is an important night, for Renix and me. I have to make sure that these twisted souls can’t torment us any longer… and I need your help to accomplish that. I know you can rise to the challenge… I believe in you, and that’s why I need you at my side. I have everything in hand, nothing bad’s going to happen. Can you trust me on that?

Mick bites the bottom of his lip… it’s a tiny but significant sign of how young he still is. But the truth is, he’s come to like Nick a lot, and…

Mick:…Yeah, I trust you.

Nick smiles. He feels good all of a sudden; after all, this match should significantly advance both their careers, and that’s something he’s pleased to share with his protégé.

Nick: Good man… I think we’d better go and get warmed up. Ready?

Mick: Always.

Nick walks forward first, and opens the door; Mick catches it and follows him out in step. They certainly look ready for anything…

…but are looks deceptive?

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Many Matches, One Stable

(Credit: The Senatorial Stable)

The Senatorial Office is a big room, but not big enough to contain the entire Stable, especially with the amount of memorbilia and the big plasma screen for videoconferences. That's why the scene opens with the entire Senatorial Stable from both ACW and Fallout seen in the adjoining locker room area. Steve Phillips, in his silver trunks wrestling attire is standing in the middle with, the Capitalists, Rattlesnake, Jason Freeman, Wyvern, Will Anger, Mina von Pathos, and associate Sean Nichols all seated on the two side benches.

The Senator: This is it, Ragnarok. This is where I debuted in ACW, three years back, and this is where we can claim dominance once again, not just as individuals, but as a team. Wyvern, Sean, Anthony, Kevin, I trust you all to be ready for our match.

Wyvern: You know I'm game. The Royales are just a small hurdle for the Senatorial Stable to overcome, and I'm ready to take them down. Not only do we claim out rightly-deserved dominance for Fallout, we also are poised and ready to take the ACW by storm this year, and tonight is the beginning for the Senatorial Stable.

Sean: Let's not forget we're squaring off against two of the most inept people alive. Shit, what those two accomplished, even a caveman could accomplish more. So while we square off against the prehistoric duo and three lackeys of their choice, I say leave it to me. Seanbaby isn't afraid of fights, I'd have taken them down myself last Saturday given time. But to be a little more realistic, I'll allow you guys to get some time in and whoop up on these chumpzillas.

Fitsharris: Yeah, I'm ready to rock and roll.

Kalb: And I call dibs on that idiot, Pat, I heard he was talking trash about us. That's not cool.

Senator: Good, a bit of anger could help us out, so long as we are not reckless. Big tag matches require focus, too, but I know that all of you can step up your game for this one. As for big tag matches...Rattlesnake, here is your time to demolish as much of the ACW main event scene as you possibly can in one shot.

Snake: Tonight...Blood, Guts, and Glory. Tonight I will show everyone why I am one of the best to grace that ring. I will show everyone that I deserve to be in the ring with those five. But most importantly, tonight I will prove that I'm ready for anything. I will win tonight. Then I can focus on my main goal...the one goal everyone aims for when they set foot in ACW. I'll be going after the ACW World Championship pretty soon.

Senator: I would not expect anything less than perfection from someone such as you. Now, one thing that we need to make sure of is that we shore up a certain situation for our Stable, we need to ensure that we can both hold onto titles...

Freeman: Hey, you don't even have to begin to worry about that. I don't care how respected Jonny Spade is, tonight I'll show him why I'm the Entertainment champion, and I'll show him who really deserves the respect.

Senator: Of course, and then, we need to do our best to regain another certain title...

Andrews: I take it you're talking about my World Heavyweight Title Shot tonight? Well if things go according to plan I will bring back the ACW Championship to the Senatorial Stable. It will be my honor to hold that title and defend it as if it were my life force. Senator, tonight is not only about glory, but for me, also revenge...

Senator: I have no doubt that you have what it takes. Before we depart, I must say one more thing, I am proud of each and every one of you. It does me well to see you all improving at such a rapid pace, and to continue working as you are. Some of you might think that you are under the radar as of now, but that should only be considered a strength, to have your opponent underestimate you is the clearest mistake they can possibly make, and the level of talent here might be higher than it ever was before. And that, my friends, from both ACW, and Fallout, is nothing...

Fitsharris: But the...

Mina: Shut up!

Senator: Ahem.

Anger: Damnit! Let the man talk!

Senator: Thank you, nothing...but the truth!

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: XS3 vs. Ryan East, Derrick Davies and Kenny Quinn (Credit: XS3)

It’s time to get the night’s action firmly underway… and what better to do that than a battle for vengeance, and love?

Philip enters the ring.

Philip: "The following three-on-one handicap match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, he stands at 5'7" and weighs in at 187 lbs, he is known as Ryan East!"

A piece of generic rock music plays and Ryan East comes down to the ring, wearing grungy jean shorts, a dirty hoody, a pair of knee pads, black open-fingered punching gloves and sneakers. He looks particularly angry at Philip as he heads down to the ring. He enters the ring and approaches Philip.

Ryan East: "Get it right, bitch! It's 'The Crazy Fucker' Ryan East! Now say that again."

Philip nods, a bit nervous. However, before he can announce it, a referee runs from the back and whispers something to Philip, who nods once more and brings the mic up to his mouth.

Philip: "I've just been informed that due to a disturbance backstage, Derrick Davies and Kenny Quinn are unable to participate in this match."

Ryan's eyes go wide as "Inhale" by Stone Sour hits and XS3 appears onstage with Christine by his side. The crowd cheers at the return of the Canadian couple as XS3 charges down to the ring like a freight train. He rushes into the ring and grabs Ryan.

Bell rings.

Ryan tries begging off but XS3 nearly dims his lights with a big right hand. XS3 screams for the crowd and they respond with cheers. However, Derrick and Kenny, in their street clothes, make their way from the back, seemingly unharmed. They slide into the ring and Derrick takes out XS3 with a big clothesline. Kenny then drops his elbow across XS3's sternum as Christine looks on, worried. Kenny then goes over to Ryan and helps him up, telling him that they got this in the bag. Ryan smirks and the three men begin stomping away at XS3. The crowd is booing all three men as Ryan commands them to pick up XS3, who is bleeding from his mouth. Ryan slaps the taste out of XS3's mouth but this only does what Ryan didn't intend to have happen: the rage within XS3 has awakened.

XS3 manages to break free from Derrick and Kenny and he grabs Ryan, delivering the Closing Moment that sends him hurdling halfway across the ring. Derrick is picked up and is taken out with a double arm DDT. As for Kenny, he gets picked up by his mohawk and tossed out of the ring. Derrick suffers the same result as he is picked up and tossed out, landing on Kenny in the process. Ryan slowly begins to get to his feet and XS3 waits for his rising. Christine points at Ryan as he stands. Ryan turns around slowly and XS3 wraps his arms around Ryan's head, jumping up and locking in the Xhilaration. With nowhere else to go, Ryan taps out.

Bell rings.

Philip: "Here is your winner, XS3!"

"Inhale" plays once more and Christine enters the ring, leaping into XS3's arms and planting a big kiss on his welcoming lips. XS3 walks around with Christine in his arms before setting her down and leaving the ring with her. Meanwhile, Derrick and Kenny collect Ryan before taking their leave to a negative reaction.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Suitor #2 (Credit: Yoko)

The hunt for partners continues as The Royales explore the building for any possible hopefuls. And they’ve found another.

Pat: Mr. Predator. How are you this evening?

Predator glances at the two.

Predator: I’m good, I’m good. Feeling like THE BEST THERE EVER WAS.

Pat: Good, good. Listen, we have this match…

Predator: I heard about that.

Pat: How would you feel about being a part of it?

Predator: Well frankly, I wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot golden pole, though I would make off with said pole.

Pat: Come on, we could use someone like you. We need some Thor power.

Ivor shakes his head silently.

Predator: Did you just confuse me with Wolf? Wolf needs outside help from a deity. I, however, am already one. I help those who…I help me.

Ivor: If you don’t give up a miracle or two every now and then, people stop believing. Do you REALLY want that?

Predator: I see your point. I’ll think about it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some body building to do. …Not because I have to keep this perfect form up, this is permanent. Forever. Perfect forever. I work out to taunt the hopeless ones.

He thinks to himself to make sure that made sense, and leaves.

Ivor: Did he smell like trees to you?

Pat shrugs.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Carry Out My Vengeance (Credit: Thunderkiss/XS3; XS3 for segment title)

[In the locker room of Thunderkiss the party is just getting started. But this is not your ordinary party, indeed. There are no balloons or champagne. There are no annoying wrestling reporters or even kiss ass fans. No, this is a very “special” party – and as Thunderkiss’ agent is about ready to find out – a party for two.]

William Charles Wilcox (entering the room): Hey TK!

Thunderkiss: I’m busy Wilcox.

William Charles Wilcox: But, TK…

Joanna G: He’s says he’s busy Willie!

[Wilcox looks a bit frustrated with Thunderkiss as he turns around and exits the locker room by slamming the door ..]

Joanna G: Awww… I think I am making Willie mad Mr. Kissie.

Thunderkiss: I’m not worried about him. He’ll get over it. Besides all he ever does is talk business, business, business…. Right now the only thing I want to discuss is ..

Joanna G: Pleasure ..

Thunderkiss: You took the words right out of my mouth.

Joanna G: Good, that will leave room for other things ..

Thunderkiss: Hahahaha… that’s my girl. Who knew the perfect girl for me would be a stripper ..

Joanna G: Adult Entertainer.

Thunderkiss: Whatever babe, all I know is that you’re smoking. And where’s there is smoke, there’s fire. Tonight baby – I’m your fireman – and now its time to put the fire out.

[Thunderkiss stands up and unzips his pants. Before he can make another move Joanna G reaches out with her hand and grabs TK around his wrist.]

Joanna G: You haven’t forgotten about my little favor .. have you T.K.?

Thunderkiss: No no… I haven’t forgotten about your favor. I don’t see why you care so much about him …

Joanna G: Because he took away everything from me. EVERYTHING. You will break him in half TK. You will rip every bone from his body and strip him of everything he holds dear. Just like he did to me.

Thunderkiss: Consider it done! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m a man and I have some needs that need satisfying…

Joanna G: MmmHmm…

[The lights in the locker room fade to black accompanined by the moans of pleasure..]

Meanwhile, in another locker room, XS3 wipes his face off with a towel, contemplating his victory over his foes tonight. XS3 feels that for the first time in his life, there's no excess pressure to deal with. However, in the back of his mind, XS3 is questioning whether if all the bad thoughts have been put to rest.

XS3: "Hmmm, something doesn't feel right."

Christine then enters the room, sharing XS3's same expression of concern. XS3 sets his towel down on a couch and goes over to his wife, slowly wrapping his arms around her.

XS3: "So now what do we do?"

Christine: "I saw her."

XS3: "Saw her? Saw who?"

Christine: "J-Joanna."

With this name being stated, XS3's eyes go wide for a moment before finally settling in a natural state. He closes his eyes and sighs, almost frustrated.

XS3: "And of course, we all know what this is about."

Christine nudges her head closer to XS3's chest.

Christine: "Are you going to go see her?"

XS3: "Why bother? It's just going to be the same old shit again. As much as I want to settle this... I'm not in a position to listen to her. Let's just get out of here to avoid violence breaking out."

Christine nods as the two release. They go and get their bags and XS3 slips on his shirt and skull cap. They grab their bags and take each other by the hand before leaving.

And with that, a new chapter is about to be written in a story that has a bitter beginning.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Playing With Matches (Credit: Leon Chase)

The camera fades into what looks like a cast. Some of the fans cheer because they know who it is. The camera zooms out to show, Leon Chase and ACW interviewer Charlotte King.

Charlotte: Hello ACW fans and hello Leon Chase. Now Leon, tonight you have a big Hellz Kitchen match with Thunderkiss tonight. I was wondering if I could get some of your--

Leon stops her by grabbing the microphone with his good arm

Leon(With a smile): Charlotte, there is something I need to address right now, so if you would be so kind as to leave for now that would be great.

Charlotte leaves as Leon watches to make sure that she is gone. Then, he gets a very serious look on his face.

Leon: Thunderkiss, a few weeks ago, you tried to end my career by cutting my hand right from my arm. I suffered severe injuries and I'm really not supposed to wrestle. But tonight this is personal. Tonight in our Hellz Kitchen match there will be thousands of screaming Chefeteers wanting me to do the same thing to you. Trust me, I will. You have no idea how hard it is to sit home and watch ACW when you could actually be wrestling on the show. I had to go to the hospital each and everyday to get my hand checked on. Sitting in a hospital room for hours, HOURS, at a time with doctors poking at my hand. You have no idea, you really don't. But trust me Thunderkiss after tonight you will know. Because, as I sat at home watching you escape from prison, I thought. Thought about all the different ways I could end YOUR career. I might chop off an arm or a leg. Break your back. Who knows you might ask? Me. I advise fans that have a weak stomach leave for this match. I already told my family to not watch this match as well. It would set a bad example for my son, and my wife would hate that. Thunderkiss, if I ever, and the Chef means EVER, get a chance to end your career, your passion, your lively hood, your life. I won't think twice about it, I guarantee.

Leon walks off of camera, then walks back on.

Leon: Oh and by the way Thunderkiss, you can compare this night to something else. You can be a person inside a whole house filled with gas, playing with matches. Trust me you will get burned.

Leon then grabs a match and throws it on a table near him, the table in flames says THUNDERKISS. Leon then lets out a maniacal laugh then walks off the camera.

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Segment: Never - Facing the Advent I (Credit: Hunter)

Why does it seem like such a chore now? I truly am starting to get sick of it, and I know full well I should not have such feelings. This is my life, as I have chosen it, and I should never second guess myself or any of my decisions. And yet I cannot help but groan irritably as the shrill ringing of the telephone pierces my ears. I knew it was coming; after an event such as the one last night, especially one where I actually enjoyed myself, things like this are bound to happen. It was a party of epic proportions, and I'm note quite sure on the details as to why exactly it was thrown. All I know is that James was in a terrific mood, and when he is in such a mood, so am I. I seem to thrive off of other people's emotions, after all. Regardless, I cannot be lazy all day (although I'd like to be), so I figure I might as well pick up the phone and do exactly what is asked of me.

What?

Tom: Guess.

I sigh. Why must he belittle me so?

We've gotta go kill someone.

Tom: Nice job there, Einstein. I'm downstairs, and I expect to see you here in no less than two minutes.

The click on the other side brings me out of my past slumber, and I stumble out of bed quickly. I slide my pants on while trying to figure out exactly who it is that I have to kill, and why. But I know full well that such information is never revealed to me...well, the latter part, anyhow. I look at the clock and see that it is merely seven in the morning, so I cannot be blamed for putting on the first shirt that comes within my grasp. After I do so, I pocket my keys and my favorite gun, and then slam the door shut behind me. I'm down the stairs in no less than a few seconds, in Tom's car in less than that, and on the road before I even get in the car.

Tom: Care to guess?

It's a game we have. We each try to think of what the mark did to deserve a bullet to the head, and then we give it to him, assuming that our theories are indeed correct. It's amusing to say the least, despite the fact that we never know why the man dies anyway.

Okay...I'm thinking he was a small time crook who got insanely drunk last night, and then went to try to do some business negotiations with James in his intoxicated state. James shot him down, and so the man...hmmm...spit in his face. Yeah, that sounds good.

Tom: No, no, you're wrong.

What's your theory then?

Tom: He fucked James' wife.

I say nothing for a few seconds. Then I recall what he said.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Tom: When I got off the phone with James, he told me to get you and go to where we usually go, and that the guy was already tied up and "waiting" for us to get there.

So?

Tom: When was the last time James actually did part of our job for us?

Don't know, don't care. All I know is that this will save us a lot of time, and I won't complain about that.

Tom: Still say he fucked her. Regardless, he'll be half dead by the time we get there, so we might as well fuck with him.

How so?

Tom: Well we could do a "special kill."

"Special kills" are the kinds of kills that we perform when either we really, REALLY have to kill a guy, or when we're hopelessly bored out of our minds. And given that Tom's only suggesting a "special kill," the likeliness is that it's the latter.
Bored?

Tom: Very.

Likewise, good friend, likewise. That's likely the reason why I didn't say no.

Which one do you have in mind?

Tom: In my head, I boiled it down to either the Note or to the Crusher.

I'm glad to have a partner who thinks ahead.

He chuckles slightly. I've always found the Crusher to be a bit more morbid than the other choices, but I decide to not tell him that.

I think the Note will suffice.

Tom: I was leaning to that one anyways.

I reach into his glove compartment and take out a piece of paper and a pen. I also grab a random book and put the paper on it, then proceed to write down the note itself. Tom hands me an envelope and I put the piece of paper in it, and then label the envelope, "To You, From Us." Tom chuckles once more and I put the envelope in my pocket.

Tom: Whoa whoa whoa. I didn't say you could do it.

I made up the Note, so I always get to do it.

Tom: Fuck that!

Fine, we'll flip for it.

Tom: Okay, we're here anyways.

He parks the car, and I take out a small quarter from my back pocket.

Tom: Tails.

I flip the quarter, grab it out of the air, and slam it down on the back of my head. Just to taunt him, I uncover it slowly, and then smirk.

Heads.

Tom: Fuck you, that's a two-sided coin!

I flip it over and show him the tails side.

Tom: ...I hate you so much.

We laugh together, and he checks his gun quickly before we both exit the car. As I suspected, it's the motel that we usually use for this kind of business, and to my lack of surprise, Tom heads up the stairs to room twenty-three, which is the room we always do business in. We stop in front of the door, get our "badass" on, and he knocks. But wait...why not stop for a moment? We'll be back after this short commercial break.

To Be Continued…

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Match 2: Hell's Kitchen Match
"The Chef" Leon Chase vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: Latino)

Back to the arena, where things are about to heat up…

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a Hell's Kitchen match up! Introducing first from Los Angeles, California....he weighs in at 275 lbs and standing at 6'4......Thunderkiss!

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

*The lights dim and silhouettes from two stripers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway.*

Just an urchin livin' under the street, hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat, I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

*He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring.*

Ragz to richez or so they say, ya gotta-keep pushin' for the fortune and fame
It's all a gamble when it's just a game, ya treat it like a capital crime
Everybody's doing their time

*Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house."

Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home

Phillip: and his opponent...he is part of the Upper Echelon Stable and stands at 6'4 while weighing at 240 lbs....he hails from New York City, NY.....Leon "The Chef" Chase!!

Jesus Or a Gun by Fuel plays over the arena, the crowd has a mixed reaction of cheers, boos and nothing. The lights flash Purple and Gold as Leon walks out with a smirk on his face. He makes his way down to the ring taunting at the people, and slapping some hands. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He goes up to a turnbuckle and smirks as he raises his arms.

* The Bell Rings *

As the two men are in the ring the cell slowly begins to be lowered. Both competitors look up and watch it encompass them inside the ring. The camera cuts to various close ups to the sides of the cell as it settles and shows off the various Kitchen weapons tied to the cell. They range from cooking sheets, the large wooden spoon, pans of all sizes and even the kitchen sink. It then cuts to Thunder and Leon as they walk toward the middle of the ring to finally meet. They stare at one another and mutter a few not so kind words to one another. Leon nods but then quickly throws a punch to the side of his opponent's face. The blow takes him by surprise and knocks him back a few steps. Leon doesn't let up though as he moves forward with another strike that lands right on the jaw. Chase then grabs Kiss by the arm and viciously Irish Whips him into the ropes. As Thunder runs towards it, Chase is not far behind him. He goes for a clothesline from behind but Kiss ducks and pulls on the top rope. Leon is moving too much to stop himself and he goes clearly over the top rope. Chase takes a big tumble down onto the outside mats as the fans let out a big cheer. A few moments pass as Leon pulls himself back up and grabs the ropes as he is back on the ring apron. Though he looks forward and before he can say a word Thunderkiss comes at him with an Axe Handle Smash to the face from the second turnbuckle. Chase goes flying off the ring apron and crashes into the side of the cell. His face scrapes against the grating side as he falls down against the mat.

At the same time, Thunderkiss steps onto the ring apron and with a smirk dives off with a elbow drop. Both men collide hard as the fans close up cannot help but stand up and stare. The Alphatron plays back the last few moments from various angles and then it cuts back to Thunderkiss as he stands back up. He grabs Leon by the hair and goes for an Irish Whip of his own to the steel steps, but it's reversed by Chase. He puts full force into it and a loud crash is echoed throughout the arena as Kiss slams right into the unforgiving steps. Leon then takes a few steps back but then regains his composure. He looks around to the fans and raises both arms up. The fans respond with a large amount of boos that don't seem to bother Leon. He walks over to the Thunderkiss and roughly pulls him back to his feet. He grabs his arm once again and whips him right into the steel side. Thunder leans back and Chase grabs him by the arm again. He holds him still and whips him this time much more visciously right into the same steel side. He then quickly grabs him by the back of the head and grinds his face against the grating edges. He then slams him to the back of the head with a striking elbow. Kiss falls down to his knees as his hands grab for the cell. Leon now looks over at the pan off to side and quickly pulls it off the side. He holds it for a few seconds to feel the weight and then as Thunderkiss turns his head he swings it like a baseball bat. A loud PING is heard as Thunderkiss slumps against the cell and Leon holds up the pan with pride as the fans mark out unashamedly.

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The pan is then dropped on the mat as Leon throws a punch and then another one right at his opponent's face. He then pulls him up and goes for a vertical suplex, but as he works to lift him up Thunderkiss counters the move with a quick punch to the stomach. He then knees his aggressor in the stomach and quickly performs a DDT right on the frying pan. Another loud PING is heard as Leon is now slumped on the mat with blood now slowly pouring down his face. Thunderkiss stands back up and looks around for a second. He moves to the adjacent side of the ring and pulls off the cooking sheet. A few more steps are taken as Leon starts getting back up to his feet. He turns around and another loud slam is heard not once but twice as the fans let out a cheer. Thunderkiss then throws the sheet down against the mat and grabs Leon as he runs him back inside the ring. Kiss walks around the ring aisle and then stops at the kitchen sink. He pulls it off the side and with a smirk holds up to a roar from the crowd. Kiss slides the sink under the ring ropes and then quickly follows it under the ropes.

Thunderkiss stands up just as Leon slowly gets up to one knee. Kiss runs at him with a knee to the face but Chase ducks and grabs the knee. He pushes him back and throws a right directly at his opponent's stomach. He stands up as he throws another punch after punch as the blood runs down his face. Chase quickly grabs his opponent and lifts him up into a fireman's carry. He holds him up for a few seconds as he walks towards the sink. Leon goes for the Pancake Driver, Thunderkiss escapes the hold as he slides down his back. Chase turns around and is greeted to a big kick to the stomach. He's then lifted up into a Military Press as Kiss holds him up high. Thunderkiss take a few steps closer to the sink and then quickly slalms him down right on top of it. Thunderkiss then drops down to his knees and pushes Chase off of the sink. He then grabs the sink and puts it on top of Chase's chest as he goes for the cover with added weight. The Referee slides down for the count...
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THRE-

Chase bursts clear at the last second, and the crowd roars; Kiss is stunned, and Chase kips on to his feet and dumps the sink over Kiss’ head while he is still on the mat. As Kiss struggles to remove it and get up, Chase has time to retrieve his most faithful weapon; the crowd yells as Kiss finally dispenses with the sink and is met with a huge blow to the face. Chase actually has to stifle a cry of pain, such is the force through his wrist… but the blow has the desired effect and Kiss collapses. Diving into the pin, Chase hooks the leg-
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Kiss kicks furiously, but Chase has snatched the pin and the match. The crowd is slightly caught on the hop but delighted none the less, and Chase makes a beeline for the cage door as the bell rings.

Phillip: Here is your winner by pinfall.....The Chef Leon Chase!

Thunderkiss can’t believe it, and Chase knows better than to hang around; with his wrist still in a precarious position, he knew he couldn’t outlast his opponent in a long match. But sometimes, shorter is most definitely sweeter…

Thunderkiss shakes his fist as Chase starts to head to the back, enjoying the cheers of the crowd for once as the show cuts to a break.

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Title: A Hive of Scum And Villainy (pt. 1) (Credit: Flamingo/Stark)

Chuck E. Cheese... the church for the ADD, the holy-land of the hyper-active, and the name that makes any self-respecting parent cringe. There are many sights and sounds that many attach to this safe house for the snot-nosed brats of the world. Loud video games, ringing bells, the motorized whirl of the ticket dispenser, greasy pizza, and the jingle of coins in the hands of impatient children. At that moment, the loud sounds that would make the Grinch forget about Whooville was broken up by a very familiar sound to the ACW audience... "Stayin' Alive" by the Fugees.

As the children and parents parted the room out of morbid curiousity in only a way that Moses himself would be envious, a very familiar man strutted through the front door sporting a pair of jeans, pink t-shirt, aviators, and of course, two big pink and purple boas! Adrian Flamingo stood in front of the camera and smiled real big as he was chomping on some grape bubblicious and yelled back out the doorway from wince he came.

"Okay, cut the music."

And in came his "insurance policy," if one would allow someone to use an incredibly cliche name for a big guy brought in by a little guy, carrying an almost obnoxiously big 80's style boom box over his shoulder. It looked pretty out of place with his well-worn black suit and he nodded to the hip-hop beats that sampled the Bee Gees, but as Flamingo turned and said something to him he just squinted and leaned forward a bit.

"Wha's that?"

Adrian looked back over his shoulder non-chalantly with a grin on his face.

"Cut it off."

"Still can't 'ear ya!"

Geoffrey Jones, or "Mistah Jones" as he introduced himself, just cocked his head. All he heard was falsetto warbling about being a ladies' man and having no time to talk. Adrian huffed and turned around to face the mountain of a man that was Mistah Jones and turned red in the face as he lost his cool.

"I SAID TURN IT OFF!!!"

"WHAT?"

He'd of sworn the flamboyant little mop-headed yank had just said something lurid.

"AH CAN'T 'EAR YA, TH'MUSIC'S TOO LOUD. LEMME TURN IT OFF."

And turn it off he did, oh wonder of wonders.

"...Now, what's all this then?"

Adrian just glared at the big man. If looks could kill... well, Jones would be hurt too bad. It's hard to take a glare seriously when rose-tinted shades are caught in the crosshairs.

"Nothing."

Adrian spun back around to face the camera and resumed that big million dollar smile of his.

"Now, I'm sure all you ACW viewers are wondering aloud to yourself, "Adrian... Jonesy... why in the world are two definitions of manliness like yourself hanging out at Chuck E. Cheese?!" See fans, Machismo International has been hitting the gym hard... real hard... as of late. I tell ya, Jones over there is weight-lifting machine! He's doing chin-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups... and in the mean time I'm doing "throw-ups" just trying to keep up with this man! We're working like maniacs, baby, we're sweating like men... and for what? Why in the world are we working ourselves to the point of exhaustion for? Cause there is gold in the future of the newly formed Machismo International! I'm counting the days till I get a gold trim above my masterpiece and I know all the fans at home are too! See, I know I've been MIA from ACW as of late... not wrestling... not talking to you fans, but I'm focused, baby! I've got my eye on the prize... and that prize is the Entertainment Title! I've finally washed my hands of that useless clod Thunderkiss and I'm going to hold true to my "Most Anticipated of 2007 award by winning the gold! That's all in the future, though, and I know all about keeping your eye on the right here and the right now! As the handsome, charming, and fearless leader of Machismo International... I know that the morale of my troops... er... troop is the most important thing on the agenda right now. So, Jonesy and I are taking a break from our rigorous training regime so I can show Jonesy a good time... American style!"

Jones tossed the boombox back out the front door with a loud crash of plastic and metal before it closed behind him, he adjusting his dark suit jacket before coming up behind Flamingo. If there were a person who looked like they had absolutely no place in a Chuck E. Cheese's... More than Flamingo himself, anyway... It'd be the wideboy currently situated with the six-foot neon sign with more pizazz and three times the heat between he and the camera. He clapped the smaller fella on the shoulder before chuckling.

"Haha, this lil yank ain't never 'eard o'a big bolke what ain't used none o'them anabolic steroids. All this muscle in one o'th'finest suits th'Salvation Army's gotta offer is me, kiddies, ain't none o'ya gonna accuse ol' Mistah Jones o'shooting that crazy rubbish. But that ain't 'ere nor there, innit? Th'topic at 'and is me mate 'ere, Astonishin' one 'imself, 'e got 'imself an E-T Title shot after that bloody long-haired battyboy gets through wit that otha buck-ten soakin' wet yank what's taken Flamingo's spot. And wit THE Mistah Jones in 'is corner, what do ya think's gonna 'appen? Ain't a damn force on Earth tha equal to Mistah Jones. We don't care so much we at a bloody pizza joint wit... 'Ey, s'that air hockey?"

He immediately seemed to lose interest in the topic at hand, wandering off-camera toward the gaming table in question.

Adrian's eyes followed the big man wander off camera, and not really sure if he had understood much of what he said through that thick accent of his. Communication was going to be something that they were probably going to have to work on. Adrian also hadn't noticed a kid carrying a plastic cup full of soda sneak up beside him on camera. After that kid, there was another... then another. All three varying in age, size, race, and gender... but they all had one thing in common... Adrian was ambiguous to them and the faces they were making into the camera.

"Save me a game, Jonesy! You know... he's right... that IS an air hockey table. Oh! And that we're unstoppable as a team! I tell ya, if those tag titles were still in existance, you'd be looking at a champ rather than a future champ! Think about it... you have the brute strength and power of a former NWA Heavyweight Champion in the form of Mister Jones... and then you have the charm... the glitz and glam... and the smarts of Adrian Flamingo! No other team out there could beat us! Top Draw? We'd make them mid-card comedy acts! Flower Power? We'd put them right back in the kitchen where they belong! Nick and Mick? Well, they might win because Jonesy doesn't fight children!"

"Ah'm about t'fight this one, cheatin' lil bugger."

The voice came from off-camera, Jones obviously having a go at trouncing a young'un in the age-old game of champions. A loud siren and a child's laughter heralded the re-arrival of the big British bloke, he walking back into camera and looking down at one of the wide-eyed kids before feigning a backhand and shooing them off.

"You gonna yack at a bleedin' camera all night or we gonna do somethin'? I'm right tired o'work work work, we 'ere ta get us sum soccer moms an a pile o'tickets ya can swim in like you was Scrooge McFuckin' Duck."

Adrian finally broke his concentration off of the camera and now noticed the group of kids around him. With a tint off red in his face and shooing hands, Adrian attempted to scatter the little fuc... er... darlings.

"Hey! This isn't Barney and Friends! Scram!"

Some of the kids took off except for the first kid with the coke, who stood defiantly beside the Astonishing One.

"Nice boas... the gay bar down the street close for the morning?"

Adrian glared at the little smartass before knocking his coke out of his hand, causing it to spill on the floor.

"Take a walk, kid."

The cameraman followed the dastardly duo as they made their way through the shrieking, screeching masses of prepubescent children and their haggard-looking parents, Adrian mentioning something about his favorite game being at the back of the place. It was hard to make him out over the cacophany of the smelly little anklebiters.

And, at last, they arrived.

To be continued…

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Segment: Suitor #3…And #4? (Credit: Yoko)

: No.

The Royales are seen talking to Daniel Ness.

Pat: You could be a part of-

Ness: I’m ALREADY a part of history. Your match is bad and you should feel bad. I’m trying to entertain a special guest of mine, could you leave?

Pat: Only if you consider-

Ness: Fine, fine, blahblahblah, I’ll think about it. Now leave me alone.

The Royales high five each other.

Ivor: Oh, also your guest. He has to con-

Ness: FINE, JUST GO!

Another high five and they leave.

End Segment.

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Segment: "The Dark Hero Who Overcomes Tragedy: Sacrifices" (Credit: Nick Durden)

Open with a shot of Nick Durden, back in his locker room sitting on a wooden bench and taping up his right fist, as per usual pre-match ritual, but this time around, his demeanor is much more heated. Renix Williams stands near, looking upon him uneasily.
Renix: Nick, are you sure you want to do this?

Nick: Renix, please. They made this personal a long time ago. You tell me how I’m supposed to just let them off easy.

Renix: That’s not what I’m saying. Thing is, you know that those lunatics can pull anything at any time. Are you truly gonna be prepared for this? You’ve been marching around like some maniac over the past couple of days. Is you head really clear enough for you to fight wisely?

Nick bursts up from his seat.

Nick: THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!

Renix jumps back slightly, certainly startled by this Nick that she had never seen before.

Nick: I’m doing this for you too, you know. They haven’t gotten their slimy hands on you yet, but believe me when I say that isn’t out of the question for them. I gotta stamp them out before that happens.

Renix breathes a resigned sigh.

Renix: Okay, fine. But let me help you fight this. This is my battle too.

Nick: No, hell no.

Nick glares intently straight into Renix’s eyes to convey the full weight of his message.

Nick: Listen, I can’t say this isn’t gonna be dangerous. I can’t say people aren’t gonna get hurt. So that means, you can’t come anywhere near this.

Renix: But Mick...

Nick: Listen, this is one of those times when I’m gonna have to be selfish. True, this isn’t his fight, but if I had to choose between him or you, I’m gonna have to choose you. It’s just one of those tough choices that need to be made.

Renix: I don’t know, Nick, it just seems...

Nick: Look, just promise me this one thing.

Renix looks back at Nick with trepidation, unsure about whether she’ll agree with what Nick is about to ask her to do.

Nick: Stay away from the fight tonight.

Renix hesitates for a moment, but eventually she realizes there’s no convincing Nick differently now and begrudgingly nods her head.

Nick: Say it.

Renix: I...promise.

Nick: Thank you.

Nick takes Renix into his arms in what is ultimately a futile attempt to allay her fears. When he releases her, he seems to have calmed down just slightly.

Nick: I gotta get some air. Just stay here okay?

Renix nods, and Nick exits. Fade out with a close-up of Renix, her expression that of one lost in her thoughts, completely overwhelmed by worry at the severity of the situation.