Seven Deadly Sins 2007

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

ACW Proudly Presents: Seven Deadly Sins 2007

Saturday 28th July 2007

Schedule of Matches:
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Six Man Over The Top Rope Challenge
ACW Entertainment Championship
Jonny Spade vs Gooey Garth vs Ricky Falcon vs Rena Matheson vs Jonny Hughes vs Davey Marvel

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Fallen Souls vs Adrian Flamingo vs Echo vs Josh The Jersey Boy

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Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament Finals
BK London and Thunderkiss vs The Senator and XS3

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Yoko Satoshi vs Dr. Phate

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Scott Andrews vs Kudo Yasuda

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Submission Match
XS3 vs Nick Durden

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Hunter vs VorteX

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Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs Dr. Alexander Starkweather

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ACW International Championship - Classic Blue Steel Cage
The Senator vs Thunderkiss

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Last Man Standing Match
BK London vs Jake Cheng

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ACW World Championship Match
Wyvern vs Rattlesnake

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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

ACW enters its fourth year of competition in great shape; tonight’s show is once again a sell-out, with the entirety of the arena opened up to accommodate as many fans as possible. With the card stuffed with must-see matches, if anything anticipation is even higher than it was for OEIII, and the arena resounds with the shouts and cheers of a crowd which arrived in a state of high excitement and is seemingly getting more pumped by the minute.

No expense is spared with the opening pyro and video montage, and the cameras have no trouble at all finding a selection of fans and banners to display to those watching at home. It’s set to be a momentous occasion, as the Alphatron cuts to the backstage and leads the audience once again into the ACW world…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: I am sick of this! (Credit: Ricky Falcon)

The scene opens in ACW's parking lot. The bright lights of a car entering the parking lot are seen. The car revs up and speeds forward. It ends with a screeching halt right in front of a sign that says "VIP Parking." The vehicle is revealed to be a yellow Chevrolet Corvette with a Falcon design on the hood of the car. The car's lights turn off and the engine stops. A man steps out of the car, but it is unknown who it is. The camera pans up to reveal ACW Superstar, Ricky Falcon. The crowd lets out a boo as Ricky steps out of the car and smiles. He grabs a rag from inside the car and rubs part of the windshield. As he is doing that a man approaches him.

?: So, how do you like the new car?

Ricky *Startled*: Wha? Oh Glen, hi. The car, yeah its pretty nice. But it will be even nicer after tonight when I win that Entertainment Championship and prove to the world that Ricky Falcon isn't a fluke. Especially to Jonny Spade. Now, what is it that you want?

Glen: Well I was thinking about improving your image some more. Here's what I've been thinking, how about you come down to the ring with a real live Falcon? It woul--

Ricky: Whoa! A real Falcon? Listen man, I'm trying to prove that I'm serious around here. I can't have a bird on my shoulder, what if he craps on my arm or something?

Glen: Listen here punk! You signed this contract, this contract gives me complete control over your career decisions. Now, if I say you are going out there with a Falcon, you are, get it?

Glen pokes Ricky in the shoulder. Ricky looks frustrated but nods his head.

Glen: Good. Now, we can discuss this later before your match, see you later.

Glen walks off and Ricky says to himself "Whatever" then continues rubbing the spot on the car. Then another person walks behind him.

?: I told you boy, you weren't ready.

Ricky: Who is it now?

?: It's me, your father, Sonny.

Ricky sighs then sets the rag down again. He turns around and puts a fake smile on his face.

Ricky: DAD! Good to see you again.

Sonny: I told you last week in that match you weren't ready. Thats why you lost.

Ricky: No, I lost because Flamingo was an ass and left me in the middle of the match.

Sonny: So? I've had many partners walk out on me and I still was able to beat my opponents. You should have stayed back and trained harder.

Ricky: I'm sick of hearing this bull. First I got Glen over there harassing me about birds, now I have you over here telling me how I should prepare for a match and speaking of matches, I got to get ready for mine tonight. Now if you'll excuse me.

Sonny: Son, I can't let you go. I'm sorry for this.

Ricky: Sorry for wh--

Ricky turns around to face his dad but gets a big right hand in his face knocking him out cold. Then two people step forward next to Sonny.

?: He should have done a BARREL ROLL!

?: AHH! HELP ME FOX!

Sonny: God Damn it! Will you two shut up already? Now here take the car and spend the night with it.

The two men are obviously Peppy O'hare and Todd Slippy. They get in the car and turn the engine while Sonny picks up the body of Ricky and starts to carry it.

Peppy: USE THE BOOST TO GET THROUGH!

Slippy: AHH! GET 'EM OFF ME FOX!

Peppy: PRESS "Z" OR "R" TWICE!!!

The scene ends with these two clueless people trying to drive a car down the street. May God have pity on the souls around them.

Fade to Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Pep talk (Credit: XS3)

Tonight was a not a good night to be in my shoes.

There were so many problems that were currently plaguing me in my life. In addition to overcoming the loss of my children and my brother, in addition to coming up with a sound strategy to put Nick Durden behind me once and for all, I still had no idea where Christine was. She told me she would be at the show tonight and thus far, I hadn't seen her all day. My nerves were starting to collapse, my hair was ready to be yanked out from the roots and my head was throbbing like a fucking jackhammer. I needed someone to bring me out of this state so I called over one of my best friends and lead guitarist for my band Demon Inc, Ken Dante.

Speak of the devil. He entered the Entourage locker room without even knocking on the door and looked on at me. I was broken down and ready to snap on anyone I couldn't trust. Ken sat down next to me on the couch and nodded before pulling off his shades.

Ken: "You ready for Nick, tonight man?"

I kind of turned away from him but then I looked him straight in the eyes.

XS3: "I've been ready ever since the shit hit the fan."

Ken smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder.

Ken: "You know something, man, the guys in Demon Inc are really proud of you for going on with this match. Genocide told me that if his wife were stirring shit up with another guy, he'd gladly come out of retirement for a night and kill the bastard."

I cocked my head to one side, quizzically contemplating my friend's words.

XS3: "Even if she slept with the guy?"

Ken: "Yes, if forgiveness was one of the subjects implored, then he'd gladly forgive her and rip the guy's head off."

Now everything was beginning to make sense. I was isolating myself from Christine because I thought it would both give us some time away from each other to think over what we had gotten ourselves into. But after hearing Ken, I felt like it was my turn to step up and be the responsible husband I had always dreamed of being. I smiled at Ken and placed an arm around his shoulder.

XS3: "You know what, you're absolutely right. I've been so caught up with this whole mess that I forgot what it felt like to be with my wife again. Christine needs me as badly as I need her. Our worlds have been torn apart by this ordeal with Nick, the Entourage and even that fucking Fred Larson. I know what needs to be done. I have to go out there and compete with honor, even if Nick doesn't believe that I will. Tonight is going to be a night like no other because while Thunderkiss will retain his International title, I will gladly make Durden submit if it means Christine and I can have each other once more."

Ken suddenly began to laugh and the grin on his face began matching mine.

Ken: "Now that's what I'm talking about! True love will prevail in the end! You're on your fucking way, man!"

Ken and I then stood up from the couch and met with a quick high-five and an embrace. Before I could do anything else, he pulled my head towards his and we were suddenly in each other's faces.

Ken: "Now what are you going to do?"

XS3: "Make Durden tap!"

Ken: "I can't fucking HEAR YOU!"

XS3: "MAKE DURDEN TAP LIKE A BITCH!"

Ken then pushed my head back and grinned once more.

Ken: "Hell yeah, brother! Now we're in business. Go get ready for your match and I'll see you and possibly Christine on the other side."

I nodded to Ken and emitted a small laugh from my mouth. As I turned towards the door and slammed it behind me, it felt like all of my previous pressure had been washed away and in its place stood confidence in my abilities. Ken's pep talk had brought back a fresh new demeanor that I had kept away for all this time: a determined warrior, not willing to let anyone step on him.

The time for talk was over; it was time to let my actions in the ring take over.

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A dip in fortune (Credit: Gooeygarth)

The scene opens with Garth carelessly walking through the hallways with no obvious destination and no thought of his participation in his match yet to come. Instead, Garth seems much more focused on talking to an orange tabby kitten clinging to his shoulder.

Gooey: Okay listen, Dips, If it's not you whose been clawing at my furniture, then who is it? Because I don't own any other cats other than you.

-stops-

...I think…

-resumes walking-

Either way, if you're going to be my pet of the week, this has got to stop.

Dips: *mew* -yawn-

Gooey: I don't want to hear it! I'm not going to fall for those puppy dog eyes again!

Dips: -looks astray-

Gooey: Yes, yes. I know you're not a dog but-

Garth smacks shoulders with someone loitering around a corner and knocks him down. Garth extends his hand and tries to apologize to him.

Garth: Oh geez! Sorry about...that...

Just as he was in the middle of pulling him up to his feet Garth releases his grip on his hand and lets him fall flat on his ass.

Garth: Sorry, but it's just not in my morals to be courteous to Satan himself. With exceptions to the sorry.

Pan to the Janitor himself struggling to get back to his feet while rubbing his aching lower back. Taking a deep breath the Janitor finally pulls himself up and face to face with Garth crossing his arms. The Janitor continues to massage his back and reclines, making a very disturbing cracking noise.

Janitor: Is that any way t'treat yer elders?

Gooey: I knock a lot of people down. Not just old people, girl scouts, jehova witnesses, toddlers that take too long on those quartered powered ponies at the IGN...

Janitor: Not that!

Gooey: So what, you were waiting for me to confront me about something else I didn't do?

Janitor: You know damn well what I'm talkin' about! You kidnapp'd me and put me in a home!

Garth wonders a second, then recalls the events, which twists his face into something of an appalled expression.

Gooey: You ungrateful bitter old man! I did you a favour! You didn't even have a home before I gave you one!

Janitor: I already have a home.

Gooey: The boiler room is not a home!

Janitor: Home is where the heart is!

Gooey: Makes sense, you don't have a heart either.

Dips: Meow!

The Janitor now flabbergasted by Garth's smart mouth, pokes Garth right on his chest then puts them at his side.

Janitor: Listen you! y'trying to get yerself fired! You ferget I decide whether you have a job or not!

Gooey: Like hell you do. After your absence, responsibility was then passed down to Jonny, who then revoked the idea that anyone but management decides whether I am employed or not.

Janitor: Oh yeah?

Gooey: Yeah.

The Janitor sharply snaps his fingers and a passing by backstage worker swiftly passes by handing the Janitor a cup of coffee.

Who cares: The guys upstairs say to do what he says Garth.

He exits as quickly as he entered leaving no room for Garth to argue, leaving his mouth open and his speech less. The Janitor however flaunts his victory with a sip of coffee and a raise of his brows as if he was saying to Garth, "Now what?"

Garth: I...but...he...What the hell?...

Janitor: Done? Good. Take this and follow me. Fer now on, we aren't gonna to fiddle around doing chores, oh no. Dem not good enough fer you. Now, it's time fer training! The kind the did back in the day, in my days. Where men were men and women were in the kitchen, where we had to walk fifteen miles...

The Janitor continues to ramble while walking away, leaving a distraught Garth standing with a cup of coffee. Shaking himself from the nightmare, Garth plucks Dips from his shoulders and places him on the ground.

Gooey: Alright, Dips, unfortunately I can't take you with me and subject you to this horrible torture. Instead, I need you to do something for me. Help me Dips, for the love of God, send help!

Janitor:...And nickels were a fortune! Whadda happened to the good ole' days...

Gooey: Hurry ,Dips, go!

Garth scuddles after the Janitor hanging his head like he was a dead man walking. Dips sending one last mew decides to walk in the opposite direction ten or so steps, then falls cushionly on his bottom, then begins to lick himself.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Political Turmoil (Credit: Hunter / Senator / Rattlesnake / FSX)

As the scene slowly fades in, the fans are treated to a pleasant view of the Senatorial Office interior, and at the same time, they can see the six main members of the Senatorial Stable hidden inside. Jason Freeman and Scott Andrews are sitting on the couch off to the side of the room, Rattlesnake is standing alongside the Senatorial Desk, Fallen Souls is sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, Hunter is drinking a glass of milk by the kitchen, and the Senator himself is standing in the middle of the room, arms raised. The other five are listening intently to what he is saying, but the fans watching cannot quite make out his words. The cameraman gets as close as he can, until finally the fans are able to hear what he is saying. Alas, they only catch the final, usually most important message.

Senator: And that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth.

FSX begins to clap as Hunter shoots him a look. FSX ignores it, and so Hunter sighs, putting down his empty glass and approaching the Senator.

Hunter: Now, now, Sennie...we've heard this all a million times before. I think it's only fair that we change things up a bit.

Senator: How so, if I may ask?

Hunter: Well let me do a speech for once.

Senator: That could be disastrous, knowing the trouble that you get yourself into...but I suppose that just this once, it could perhaps work. So go ahead...if you wish.

The Senator goes to sit behind his desk and stretches back in his chair as Hunter clears his throat, looking over his stablemates.

Hunter: Ladies...and gentlemen.

He pauses for a moment.

Hunter: Erm...gentlemen. We are the Senatorial Stable. From our conception, we have been one of, if not THE, most powerful stable in the history of ACW. We have let our power be known, and we are the only stable to have held every title in ACW.

Senator: Except for the Fallout Television Title, not that it was ever an actual ACW title, to my knowledge. Then again, I think it was instituted while Fallout was still a tertiary show of ACW---

Hunter: Every title that MATTERS, then. We have held them all, and we have also had the most members in our beloved stable. But alas, lately we have been in a sort of slump, haven't we? No one fears our name any longer. We used to be the world's seventh largest colony, and we had control over 43% of the world's soy content.

Scott, Snake, and Freeman all raise their eyebrows simultaneously as the veterans in the form of Hunter, FSX, and the Senator, all nod approvingly. Hunter included.

Hunter: But as I said, now we do not exhibit the strength we once had. But tonight, that will all change. I will annihilate that pansy VoRtEx, or whatever the hell his name is, and I will prove to the world that I am the greatest tag team wrestler in the history of...EVER. SENATOR!

The Senator looks up at him as Hunter approaches.

Hunter: You will destroy the Walking Ego that people have called "Thunderkiss" in the past, regardless of whether you use that cage or not. Snake?

Snake looks up.

Hunter: You will finally bring the World Championship to the stable...albeit, you'll only be the third person to do so.

Rattlesnake: True. But it's my time to do something about bringing the title back to the stable. Senator did have it, AND if I recall correctly, Hunter pissed it away not long after I debuted.

Hunter: I didn't “piss” it away.

Rattlesnake: I never did understand why you did that. Maybe you can enlighten me one day on that. But for now, I'm going to take the title from Wyvern tonight. It's what I should do for the stable.

Hunter: I don't think I should have to enlighten anyone. Although I doing so. Now. Because I...erm...you suck!

Snake chuckles as Hunter moves over to FSX.

Hunter: Beloved Fallen...you shall destroy those other three...people...or whatever, and you shall bring even more respect to our stable. So who shall you destroy?

FSX: Oh, I know this! Umm...Echo...Flamingo...and...uh...damn it, I knew this...

Hunter: Jujubes.

FSX: RIGHT!

Hunter moves over to the couch with Scott and Freeman, although his gaze is trained on Scott.

Hunter: Scotty, my boy, you shall gain yet another victory over Kudo Yasuda, bringing respect to the stable much like our good friend Fallen. And you...

He looks at Freeman.

Hunter: ...YOU...uh...erm...Jo...Je...R...Newbie...

Freeman rolls his eyes.

Hunter: Quite frankly, I still don't know why you're here. REGARDLESS.

He turns away and walks back into the center of the ring.

Hunter: Tonight, the Senatorial Stable shall dominate the rest of ACW and prove to them that we are just that goddamn good. Under my leadership---

Rattlesnake: Wait a sec.

Snake approaches Hunter as the latter remains frozen in his “inspirational” pose.

Rattlesnake: Last time I checked, I was the Senatorial Leader. So under MY leadership...whatever you were going to say.

Hunter: No no. MY leadership. I left you as temporary leader, saying that when I came back I could get the spot back.

Rattlesnake: I don't recall that ever being part of the deal.

Hunter: Yes I did. Scott, tell him.

Scott nods slowly.

Hunter: See?

Rattlesnake: Did he say that, Jason?

Freeman: Nope, he definitely did not.

Hunter looks over at a smirking Freeman, bewildered.

Hunter: Dude, you weren't even BORN yet! Fallen, help me out!

FSX: Well, I was in Taiwan at the time...

Hunter: Sennie?

Phillips, who had been following along with a bit of a detached interest, looks up, an oh-so-slightly annoyed look on his face.

Senator: Sort it out yourselves, gentlemen. Otherwise I will lead us as I have been doing and, really, as an individual of my experience and abilities should be doing.

Hunter: Hell naw. I beat you at Emperor of the---

Fallen seems to rise up his head at the current debates, subtly sliding himself into it.

FSX: Well...what about me? I've one of the founding...er...ACW founding members!

Hunter: Yeah. What about it?

FSX: Well, when do I get to lead?

Rattlesnake: You? Lead? Why don't we just disband now?

Senator: Lead on what terms...?

Hunter: Yeah...no offense Fallen, but have you heard of a little thing called KYSPBA?

FSX: Well...yeah...but...fine! Have your little internal dispute! What do I care!?

Fallen turns away from everyone, kind of just making an private spot for himself in the corner.

Hunter: Aw, come on...

FSX: No, no...go on with your little argument.

Scott: Anyway...why can't you just...co-lead?

Pause.

Hunter & Rattlesnake: NO!

Rattlesnake: Why don't I just gouge my eyes out now and be done with it?

Rattlesnake's sarcasm was subtly detected amongst the remainder of the stable...aside from Hunter, who seemed to like the idea.

Hunter: Okay, you know what, I've got to go get ready to kick some ass, I don't have time for this. The thesis, friends, is that tonight we reclaim our top most position at the hierarchy of ACW!

He walks over to the door and opens it before stopping.

Hunter: UNDER MY LEADERSHIP!

Before Snake can retort, Hunter slams the door and runs out of the room, leaving the rest of the stable all by themselves. Snake sighs and returns to his original position by the Senator's desk, and everyone else likewise seems to relax. All is quiet...for the moment, at least.

Rattlesnake: He'll get his ass handed to him tonight, I just know it. And it'll be under MY leadership.

Senator: (Muttering to self, just loud enough for the camera microphone to catch it) Houston, we have ourselves a mess...

Rattlesnake looks over at Senator.

Rattlesnake: Oh for fuc---

The audio cuts out as Rattlesnake shakes his head. Everyone can tell what he was going to say...unless they're deaf. In which case it would be difficult to hear the first portion of the message, thereby being unable to identify the second.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: My Fucking Head… (Credit: Ricky Falcon)

The scene opens with Ricky Falcon, laying unconscious on a couch in his locker room. He is somehow already in his ring attire, even after being attacked by his own father. In the classic case of perfect timing, Ricky comes too shortly after the scene opens.

Ricky: Oww! Oh....My head. What the hell happened to me. Wait, I remember...Dad....the two idiots stole my car! Shit, Glen is going to be pissed. I better....Wait, how did I get in my wrestling attire. Damn my head hurts.

Just then a loud knock is heard on the door. Ricky slowly gets up and starts walking to the door. He pops out of the door to see another camera and ACW Interviewer, Charlotte King. He groans to himself then walks out.

Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen, the man who will be competing for the Entertainment title in just a few short moments, Ricky Falcon!!

The crowd boos.

Ricky: Thank you Charlotte, but I think that you messed up your introduction. What you meant to say was, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the future Entertainment Champion, Ricky Falcon!" But, it's an honest mistake and I will not hold it over your head. Speaking of heads, mine is killing me and I would like to know what you want.

Charlotte: Well, we would like to know what your strategy for this evening is going to be.

Ricky: You want to know my strategy? There is no strategy. I start the match and I toss everyone out, plain and simple. Actually, I could just stay out of the ring and wait until everyone but one is left then slide into the ring and throw them out. Or I could eliminate Jonny Spade first then Gooey, then Rena then...oh it doesn't matter who next. The point is I am not going to tell you my strategy for this match because my opponents were smart, they would be watching this. And if they were they would know my strategy and try to counter it with another strategy that would ultimately end up within another persons strategy that would prevent them from winning. See it makes perfect sense. Don't you think?

Charlotte *With mouth open*: Umm....sure....I guess....it does....my head hurts.

Ricky: Now you know how I feel. And another thing--

Just then Glen Ripley and the two large men step up beside Ricky. Glen shouts "HEY RICKY!" Into Ricky's ear.

Ricky: BATHTURD! What was that for?

Glen: Well, sense the car is gone and you were responsible for it, I guess we are going to have to take some money to get a new car. About $50,000 should cover it.

Ricky: $50,000? Your kidding? I don't have that kind of money and it was my dad who lost it, not me. If you want the money-- Ya know what? I don't have time for this I got a match coming up.

Just then a stage hand walks up next to the foursome.

Stage Hand: Mr. Falcon your match is in 5 minutes.

Ricky: Thank you. You see Glen? I got to go win my match I'll handle this later.

Glen: Alright and don't forget, Falcons to the ring with you.

Glen and the two giant bodyguards leave.

Ricky: Charlotte, see what I have to put up with? SEE IT??? DO YOU SEE IT??

Charlotte nods then Ricky throws his hands up and walks away. Charlotte ponders about what Ricky said about the strategies and the scene fades.

Fade to Black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 1: Six Man Over The Top Rope Challenge
ACW Entertainment Championship
Jonny Spade vs Gooey Garth vs Ricky Falcon vs Rena Matheson vs Jonny Hughes vs Davey Marvel (Credit: Dr. Phate / BK)

The fans cheer in anticipation as they witness ACW Ring Announcer Phillip Jones enter the ring, microphone in hand.

Phillip (confidently): The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Over-The-Top-Rope Challenge for the ACW Entertainment Championship! In order to win the match one of the participants must eliminate their opponents by throwing them over the top rope!

The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as "The End has Come" By Ben Moody hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern. After a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket.

Phillip (confidently): Our first competitor hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs in at 235 pounds. He is...JONNY SPADE!

Once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the ramp way and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans. Spade then turns and hops back down and waits for his opponents.

Phillip (confidently): Our next competitor weighs in at 263 pounds..and hails from Saskatchewan, Moose jaw, Canada. He..Is...GOOOOOOEY GARTH!

As "Mob Goes Wild" by Clutch hits the speakers in the arena Gooey Garth comes out to greet the raucous crowd. He raises his arm and clenched fist in salute, looking as if a bath and a shave would be more appropriate for him this evening than a match. Garth makes his way to the ring, rolls, under the bottom rope, then makes his way to the lower right turnbuckle to continue saluting the fans.

Phillip (confidently): Competitor number three hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in at 235 pounds. He is "The Pure Athlete"....RICKY FAAAAALCO!

"Animal" by Mudmen barrels from the speakers and engulfs the arena, heralding the arrival of Ricky Falcon. Falcon comes out to a chorus of "Falcon! Falcon! Falcon!" as he make his way to ringside, posing for the fans and slapping their hands. Falcon slides into the ring then makes his way to the far end of the squared circle and stretches a bit as he awaits the rest of his opponents.

Phillip (confidently): Our fourth competitor this evening hails from New York, New York. She weighs in tonight at 153 pounds...and is called "ACW's Dominant Diva"....REEEENA MATHESON!

"Lighters Up" by Lil' Kim blares from the loudspeakers as Rena Matheson makes her way to the ring, a smug smile permeating her face. She receives a fairly vocal mixed reaction, although a rather large section of the audience starts singing along with Rena's theme music, a few even putting their lighters up in response. Matheson makes her way up the ring steps and climbs up the outer turnbuckle before touching down in the ring and eying her opposition intently.

"What we are dealing with here is a total lack of respect for the law."

The crowd erupts in loud chorus of boos when they hear the opening words of Jonny Hughes’ entrance music. As the opening chords begin to play the arena lighting turns off and some white lights located at the side of the curtain begin to flash in time with the music, as the music picks up the lighting is turned up. The track starts to build to a crescendo and then…

Phillip (confidently): Competitor number five hails from Hartlepool, England...he weighs in tonight at 220 pounds...he is "The Shooter" JONNY HUUUUGHES!

"Fuck ‘em and their law!"

As these words play over the loudspeaker a large white pyro explodes in the centre of the stage and Jonny Hughes cockily struts out from the curtain, he stops at the top of the ramp for a brief moment before walking with intent down the entrance ramp, he stops at the end of the ramp and stares down his opponent in the ring, he keeps his eyes focused on his opponent as he enters the ring. He then stands in the ring opposite his opponents and stares intently into their eyes as he awaits the start of a match.

Phillip (confidently): And our final competitor....he weighs in at 223 pounds...he hails from Escanaba, Michigan..THIS is DAVEY MAAAARVEL!

The arena darkens when the intro to "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent starts and then a back light is shining at the strike of the big bass drum at the beginning of the song. The back light enlarges Davey's silhouette that is shown against the entrance way curtain blocking Davey's arrival. It [the curtain] is dropped at the start of the string instrumental section of Nugent's classic (violin/Cello). Davey is revealed and walks to the ring, intensely gazing at his opponent's already in the ring.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

With all six competitors in the ring and appearing to be very antsy, the referee signals for the bell - - and all hell breaks loose! All six warriors clash in the center of the ring, fist and feet a-flyin'! After the brief melee the competitors pair off into three sets of two: Matheson and Garth, Marvel and Hughes, and Falcon and Spade. The three sets of two start to fight among-st themselves.

Spade is tossed by Falcon into the lower-right corner, Spade following closely. Before Falcon can capitalize, though, Spade puts on the brakes and meets a charging Ricky with a nasty Spear early! The crowd collectively cringes at the impact as Falcon is turned inside-out! While Jonny Spade celebrates for a moment, our gaze is taken to Rena in the upper right corner with her guard up defiantly blocking a plethora of Bearclaw attempts from Gooey Garth. Gooey Garth throws a blinding array of this signature blow before he tires himself out! His hands on his knees, Garth drops his guard long enough for Rena to regain her composure and toss Garth into the corner! Enraged, Rena lashes out with a barrage of Roundhouse Kicks to the ribs and head of a weakened Garth before hopping out to the apron and nailing a successful Calf Branding maneuver! Garth's face hits the mat with authority!

While Rena attempts to lift Garth to his feet our gaze goes to the battle being raged between Davey Marvel and Jonny Hughes in the center of the ring. Hughes blasts Davey Marvel in the chest with a series of vicious knife edge chops, each chop being the product of Marvel egging Hughes on! Davey, intensely, keeps telling Hughes to bring it as Jonny lashes out even more. Danny eggs him on once more....but before Jonny can strike again Marvel hits and eye poke, bounds off the ropes, and nails a Roaring Elbow to Hughes' jaw! Davey stops for a moment to rub his bruised and brutalized chest before lifting his opponent from the mat.

While Marvel and Hughes have their altercation, Spade can be seen hitting a series of solid jabs to Falcon's mouth and jaw before hitting a picture-perfect standing dropkick, dropping his foe to the mat. Jonny Spade signals to the fans and mouths the words "One More Time!" as he picks Falcon up from the mat. Before he can set up another dropkick, though, Falcon nails a picture-perfect standing dropkick of his own! Before Spade can get to a vertical base and recover, Falcon goes into the Barrel Roll and knocks Spade right back down to the canvas!

While the crowd shouts "Barrel Roll!" at Falcon's antics, Rena and Garth can be found still going at it. Rena is striking Garth with a vengeance, Garth seemingly punch-drunk with strikes. Rena rears back and lands a very hard Slap To the Face - - and Garth snaps! Gooey Garth jumps to his feet and unleashes the beast with, well, his signature Unleash The Beast combo! A thumb to eye, three hard Headbutts, a Mongolian Chop, a quick twirl of his opponent until her back faces him, a Kick to back of knee, a rake to the back and then a hair pull into a sick knee strike to head are unleashed on Matheson in rapid succession! The crowd cringes with each blow then cheers when the beast is finished being unleashed!

Falcon is still in control of Jonny Spade as our eyes drift about the action. Ricky tosses Spade off the ropes - and connects with the Falcon Buster! Spade hits the mat hard...but somehow begins groggily making his way back to his feet! Falcon, obviously shocked, whips Spade off the ropes once more. Before he can connect with another Falcon Buster, though, Gooey Garth hits Falcon with a stiff knee and nails him with the Clam Smasher! Ricky goes down.. and Garth and Spade come face-to-face. The crowd slowly begins chanting " WyldCard! WyldCard!", building to a somewhat fever pitch, as the duo smirk at one another and nod in unison. Falcon, really annoyed and holding his jaw, stands in front of the former tag champs and shoves them in anger! Before he can do anything else Jonny kicks him in the gut and motions for Garth to ascend the ropes. Jonny lifts Davey into a powerbomb...Garth reaches the top rope...and the duo destroy Ricky with their fabled Goodwill Gadget! The crowd begins chanting "ACW" as Ricky lands atop his head and crashes to the mat!

While Ricky Falcon holds his head and neck in pain, Davey Marvel and Jonny Hughes continue their portion of the battle. Marvel doubles Hughes over with an abdominal kick, hops out to the apron, and springboards back in to connect with his "The Midnight" DDT variation! Hughes hits the mat with a thud! Marvel, really feeling it now, hops back out to the apron and waits for Hughes to rise once again. Marvel hops up to the top rope....and gets blasted with a Spinning Side Kick to the knees courtesy of Rena Matheson! Marvel's legs give out from under him, his head hits the top rope, and he tumbles to the floor in pain!

Phillip (confidently): Davey Marvel has been eliminated!

As Marvel storms off holding his neck, Hughes sneaks up behind Rena, who is admiring her handiwork for a second, and hits nasty release German Suplex! Rena lands on her neck and right shoulder...and gets back up! She screams and runs forward...and gets hit with a series of Hughes arm drags! after three successful arm drags Hughes attempts a fourth - - and gets countered with a Rena arm drag! Hughes runs in and gets hit with two more Rena Matheson arm drags! Hughes, enraged, sweeps Rena's leg. before he can attempt anything else, Rena connects with a leg sweep of her own! The duo both kip up and face-off! The crowd explodes with a raucous "This Is Awesome!*clap-clap-clap-clap-clap*" as the two warriors stare one another down! The staredown would be short-lived, however, as WyldCard intervenes, assaulting both warriors from behind!

Before the reunited duo can capitalize, Garth is spun around by an enraged Ricky Falcon (who is bleeding slightly from the top of his head) and whacked in the chest with a wicked Falcon Punch! Gooey Garth falls hard into the ropes, bouncing off with force - - and gets scooped and drilled with Falcon's Fury! Spade, watching all of this unfold, runs toward Falcon...then puts on the brakes. Falcon lifts Garth to his feet....and Spade joins Falcon in tossing his battered form over the top rope and to the unforgiving padding outside the ring!

Phillip (confidently): Gooey Garth has been eliminated!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

The crowd boos at the triumphant duo of Falcon and Spade as the posture and pose momentarily. As Garth is helped to the back, Falcon and Spade turn to focus their attention on Rena and Hughes - - and get met with stereo drop toeholds! Before Falcon and Spade can recover, Rena latches on the Fade To Black and Hughes latches in his Cross Kneebar! Both men tap almost simultaneously...but tapping out is practically useless in an Over-The-Top-Rope Challenge! Rena and Jonny let go of their respective maneuvers...then go back to assaulting one another! Jonny connects with a forearm strike...Rena connects with a forearm strike...Jonny connects with a forearm strike...Rena connects with a forearm strike...Jonny connects with a forearm strike...Rena connects with a forearm strike...and Jonny suddenly nails his Perfect Series out of nowhere! Rena hits the canvas with extreme prejudice as Jonny blitzes her with the Perfect Series (sans pin fall, of course). Before Jonny can capitalize, Falcon cinches in a back chancery and drills Hughes with the A.D.D! While Falcon nails Hughes, Jonny Spade lifts Rena Matheson off the mat, smiles at her groggy form, and scoops her into the Silver Spade! Rena hits the canvas in a heap! Spade, confident in his work, drapes Rena over the top-rope and connects with a standing dropkick. Rena's body flies over the ropes and hits the arena floor hard!

Phillip (confidently): Rena Matheson has been eliminated!

With Rena finally gone from the match, we are left with three competitors, Jonny Spade, Ricky Falcon, and Jonny Hughes. Upon turning around, Jonny Hughes is the first to blindside him with a forearm to the skull - deciding to focus his onslaught on him as a beaten Jonny lays in the opposing turnbuckle. Falcon is floored instantly and The Shooter follows up with several stomps to the abdomen before picking him up and placing him in the corner. Exhausted from this match thus far, Hughes takes a bit of time to recover before he lays into Falcon with a Knife Edge Chop that can be heard throughout the arena. Before he lays in with another chop, he gives the people in the crowd a piece of his mind once he hears the massive heat he's receiving. But being distracted, this gives Falcon the opportunity to grab Hughes and toss him in the corner before lighting him up with some well deserved chops of his own. Hughes holds his chest in pain before Falcon whips him across the ring, and as he bounces out the corner he is sent soaring into the air with a back body drop. Hughes gets up shortly after, and looks for a clothesline but Falcon scoops him up and drops him to the mat before delivering a back suplex. Hughes now lays in the middle of the ring and quickly Falcon pulls him closer to the corner. Falcon ascends the top rope, looking to score a huge move - possibly looking for his U.F.O. but as he reaches the top rope his legs are knocked from under him by Jonny....Jonny Spade.

After nearly severely injuring his groin after dropping on the turnbuckle, Jonny begins to ascend the top rope and looks for a Back Superplex off the top - a move that will surely take out both men. Hughes manages to get up and he gets Jonny in a Powerbomb Position before sending Jonny and Ricky crashing down to the mat with a considerable amount of force. All three men lay motionless in the ring, as the crowd applauds the little Tower of Power spot in the ring. And Hughes sees his opportunity to send someone over the top rope. Spade is the first one to rise after Hughes, and Hughes meets him with a kick to the abdomen before several forearm shots to the jaw. Jonny is whipped hard into the corner by Jonny, and now Jonny delivers a huge running knee to the jaw of Jonny as he was standing in the corner. Jonny then follows up with a Snap Suplex shortly after, leaving the readers in mass confusion as to who is doing what. Hughes gets up shortly after his own Snap Suplex and bounces off the ropes before delivering a huge knee drop to the chest of the former Entertainment Champion. Hughes look to pick up Spade, but Falcon manages to deliver a Running Bulldog to The Shooter, surprising him in the process. Falcon picks up Hughes and hoists him on his shoulders before attempting to throw him over the top rope, but Hughes manages to grab the ropes to hold himself on the apron.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Falcon looks to score with a right hand on Hughes, but Hughes manages to block it and combats with a right of his own to the jaw of 'The Pure Athlete' sending him staggering backwards. Hughes ascends to the top rope and looks to come off with a Double Axe to Falcon, but Falcon manages to counter with a right hand to the abdomen of the Shooter.. Hughes flips forward and lands back first on the mat before holding his abdomen in pain and quickly Spade wastes no time nearly breaking Ricky in half with a Spear out of nowhere. Falcon too holds his abdomen just as Hughes does, and now Spade picks up Falcon and attempts to send him over the top rope to the outside. Spade, try as hard has he can, just can't seem to get the Pure Athlete over the top rope as Falcon seems to have a handfull of both the top and the middle rope. Spade kicks, punches, and does whatever he can to make sure Falcon goes over the top but it's no use. Falcon manages to drop onto the apron and roll back in the ring to the dismay of the former six time tag team champion. Spade now picks up Falcon and nearly breaks him in half with the S-Drop#4.

Out of nowhere now, Hughes fires back with a running Step up Enziguri to Jonny which echoes throughout the arena, not to mention knocks him for quite a loop. Hughes grabs Falcon by his legs and looks to catapult him over the top rope - but Falcon manages to hold on and stays on the apron. Spade recovers from the Enziguri and runs full force towards Hughes, but Hughes side steps it and once Falcon pulls down the top rope - Jonny Spade is sent flying over to the ground below.

Phillip: Jonny Spade is eliminated!

Spade slaps the ground in frustration as he could feel he was ever so close to regaining the Entertainment Title. But back in the ring, Hughes is fighting so Falcon cannot return into the ring - delivering blow after blow to him. Hughes scores with a few right hands before backing up, winding up, and looking for a big fist to take Falcon down to the ground - but Falcon blocks it. Falcon grabs the head of Hughes and fires a few stiff forearms of his own, before scoring with a huge European Uppercut. Falcon now looks to suplex the Shooter over the top rope to the outside, and he has him in mid air but Hughes manages to shift his body weight so he lands back into the ring. Hughes follows up with a poke to the eye, which blinds Falcon - and now Falcon is temporarily blinded.

Hughes backs up and looks to land one huge Yakuza Kick to the jaw of Falcon, but Falcon quickly side steps just in time and Hughes now is trapped groin first on the ropes. Falcon continues to pull Hughes onto the apron, and now both men are slugging it out on the apron with one hand on the top rope. Falcon throws a right, and Hughes now throws a right of his own. Hughes follows up with a kick to the abdomen and locks in a Double Underhook - possibly looking for a Tiger Driver off the apron - but Falcon frees himself from it. Falcon delivers a kick to the abdomen of his own, and winds up before scoring with the FALCON PUNCH. The punch sends Hughes flying back a bit, and unable to keep his balance on the apron, Hughes drops down to the mat below and the bell sounds for the match to end.

Phillip: And the winner of this match, and NEW Entertainment Champion, Ricky Falcon!

"Animal" by Mudmen sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely nuts, but no one could be happier than Falcon who slips back into the ring before almost breaking into tears. He drops down to his knees and buries his face in his hands before looking up and seeing the Entertainment Championship that is being brought his way.

As he takes the Entertainment Championship from the hand of the referee, he quickly hops up on the middle turnbuckle and holds it high over his head in triumph as the faint "Falcon" chants grow louder and louder.

The new Entertainment Champion continues to celebrate on the inside of the ring while Hughes on the outside is throwing a tantrum. Hughes is being restrained from re-entering the ring and Falcon stands on the middle turnbuckle pointing and laughing at his opponent before continuing to bask in his glory.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Shadow in the Wind (Credit: FSX)

The moon lay dim over the riverbank, as many will forever question the motives that lead them to this day. This river, you see, is surrounded by several hundred individuals. What leads so many different lives to a single place? I wonder..I believe I'll always wonder this...But this same things has led me here, this cold evening. Salvation is in this water, I believe, though I can't comprehend why. What is it, that led me to this decision? To search for eternal life, within a river of lonely souls? Perhaps this is just a clever intro, to hook your intention, or a metaphor, for something of incredible deep meaning. Or maybe someone didn't eat lunch. Whatever it may be, Fallen Souls was in search to find out. But all he found were articles like the one above, quite dark and disturbing. With a sigh, he rested back in the chair and shook his head, before contemplating another term that would find him what he wanted, and help him discover what he searched.

The scene itself was one coated in mystery, as FSX was searching the Internet alone in a dark room. These are the sort of antics that are restricted to the sleaziest of porn addicts, or Hunter on a brisk Sunday evening, as he helps intercity kids secretly..or so he thinks. Either way, one must wonder what non pornographic, nor intercity topic he could be searching for.

FSX: Alright, I guess it's not that...hmm...maybe there's just a biography somewhere.

With a smile, he quickly typed in the words 'Echo biography', but was met with the same result he had earlier, strange depressing words about a lake. Though as the word 'Echo' appeared on the screen, it may lead one to believe he was doing a background check on his opponent for the evening. Why? One may never know. To be honest, not much was really known of this Echo character, aside from the fact she may just have more fight in her then the likes of Yoko Satoshi and Atomic Kitsune. She had scary ability, or at least was rumored to. A hype machine had been built, as she was its focus...But why? Fallen wasn't finding any answers, and it was clearly frustrating him. He may of been able to journey large, Siberian mountains in order to train for his battle with Adrian Flamingo, but he had no idea what to do for his battle with Echo. After all, the last battle he had with an echo resulted in his near death…would this be the same? Did he have Echophobia?

FSX: That's not it either…There's just no information on this girl anywhere!

Voice: Have you tried just asking those around you?

FSX: Well, no, not really. I guess I could ask Sena...

He was far too busy nonchalantly replying to the mysterious question, before even considering questioning the voices origin. He was in an empty, dark room, alone....wasn't he. After a few moments, he turned in his chair and stared into the darkness, trying to hide the look of intimidation in his eyes.

FSX: Who's there?

Voice: Ah, you are a brave one I see...You can consider me a friend.

FSX: Why is it all the random freaks are attracted to me, I wonder?

He seemed to ponder that for a single moment, before the man shot out of the shadows and into the tiny bit of light, clearly irritated by this. A vein was bulging from his forehead, but immediately after realizing he was in the light, he quickly returned to the darkness. Having caught a glimpse of this individuals face, however, Fallen began to laugh a bit, standing and moving to turn on a light. With this new ray of light, the man, now to simply be known as Will Anger, cursed under his breath and shook his head.

Anger: I can't be incognito around here?!

FSX: Nope. What leads you around these parts anyway? Got a job?

There was notably a smile on Fallen's face at this point, seeming to of forgotten his original quest, and now far more interested in the life of his old friend.

Anger: Actually…I'm kind of banned from the building, for life...

FSX: Wha...? But why?

Anger: Doesn't matter. What matters is I'm here to help you.

FSX: Ohh...? Nah, I'd rather know why you were banned.

Anger grunts, looking quite peeved, before leaning over and whispering the reason in Fallen's ear.

FSX: Woah!! No way!!

Anger: Yeah...I couldn't help it...

FSX: And they had how many arms?

Anger: What...? Were you even listening to a fucking word I was saying?!

FSX: Nope. Was it interesting?

There's a moment of silence here, before Will literally bangs his head off the wall, only stopping as it was beginning to break.

Anger: Whatever!! The fact of the matter is I know who Echo is!!

FSX: Why didn't you say so! I've been looking for her identity all afternoon, after finding out that this 'Jujubes' character was a plumber from Italy, that was favorable to fighting large lizards and apes.

Anger: Sounds a lot like a video game character.

As a matter of fact, maybe Fallen should find a more valuable source of information. The Internet is a horrible place.

FSX: Couldn't be! He has a sidekick from the lion king, and that was real too!

Anger: That was animated.

FSX: Animation is real....y...drawn....shut up! What do you have to say? Who's Echo?! A spice girl?

Anger: Close.

FSX: Really?

Anger: No.

Fallen seems to almost pout at this, before Anger shakes his head a bit and continues.

Anger: She's an intense MMA fighter.

FSX: Hmm...really? You mean like Bladeshadow or something?

Anger: You mean Bladesekia?

FSX: Eh, it was all the same BS.

Anger: Yeah...good times.

Repeated one of jokes? Could Fallen be suffering from writers block, at the same time as a need to write? Indeed.

Anger: Anyway, she is a masterful fighter, with a near perfect record.

FSX: Oh…I see..

Anger: It will be difficult to get the best of her, so you must take advantage of her inexperience in the ring.

FSX: Aha....so she's like a super villain, and I'm spiderman...

Anger: ...Again, no.

FSX: Well, then it just sounds like she's a superb MMA fighter, who just happens to be attempting to break into wrestling.

Anger: Bingo.

Fallen scoffs at this a bit, returning to his feet and walking over to the door.

FSX: That's hardly any fun. I was hoping this would be a match of eccentric characters.

Anger: What?...Adrian Flamingo is an intense and serious competitor. This JJB fellow is NOT Mario, and Echo is aptly able to kick any ass she wishes.

FSX: And...?

Anger: And what?..

FSX: Don't I get some pre-match hype?

Anger: For the last time, NO!

FSX: Your same as always Will.

He smiles for a moment, before quickly dashing out of the door and closing it behind him, apparently pulling out a key and locking it, before tossing the key down the hall. Will is slow to react at this, pounding on the door a few moments later, obviously confused.

Anger: What the...Fallen? Hey!! X!! Don't leave me alone in a room again, it will...happen..again....FALLEN!! Hey!!! Come on!!!

Fallen simply smirks and makes his way down the hallway, apparently on his way to do some pre-match training, or to just take an eventful walk. All the while as he leaves, Will Anger cries out for help, exclaiming that he will do what he did before if he isn't let out. What could that be? Do we honestly WANT to know? I think not. Really though, this appears to yet again be the end of Will Anger. It's likely for the best, however, on this occasion...

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Absenteeism Isn’t An Excuse…It’s a Lifestyle. (Credit: Wyvern / Rattlesnake)

The night is young, and the fans are ravenous for ACW action. However, the show takes a quick breather to show video feed of the ACW World Champion, Wyvern, who is in the parking lot. The very visage of the world champion evokes an extremely resentful wave of boos from the crowd, as the video feed takes over.

Wyvern is shown heading to his vehicle, not dressed up at all for tonight. Taking steps rapidly towards his vehicle, he’s surprised when out of the blue, Chairman Ginger pops out of the nearby stall.

Wyvern: And what do I owe this displeasure to?

Ginger doesn’t seem to be bothered by Wyvern’s caustic tone – despite Wyvern’s latest mean streak, he’s dealt with more acidic personalities. Ginger straightens up, and speaks.

Ginger: And just where do you think you’re going?

Wyvern: Away from here. There’s nothing here for me.

Wyvern steps towards his car, as Ginger places a hand on Wyvern, impeding his progress, to the collective delight of the crowd, who pop loudly as they witness this. Wyvern looks up at Ginger, and the rune-faced champion glares deeply into the eyes of Ginger, his employer.

Wyvern: You shouldn’t have done that.

Ginger: Why? All you’ve done since Omega Effect is take a trip to the UK with Starkweather and lost to Yoko Satoshi. Nothing else. What makes me think you’re going to take action against me? Given the statistics of it all, you’d take at least a week to strike me.

??: What could he have planned for you? Oh I think he and I have a pretty good idea of what's planned for you.

Rattlesnake emerges from the shadows in the parking lot. He walks right to Wyvern and looks him dead in the eye. His trademark smirk starts to appear, but it quickly disappears.

Rattlesnake: He's got something good planned for you tonight and me ironically. It's called a match. You know, something you haven't seen too much of this month.

Angrily, Wyvern begins to tense up. He knows that fisticuffs won't do much in the presence of the commissioner.

Ginger: That's right, Wyvern. You don't defend your "title" during the normal shows, so I'm left with no choice...well, actually, I do have options, but the fact of the matter remains that you are REQUIRED tonight to defend your ACW title against the man you faced last at Omega Effect II, your FORMER stablemate, Rattlesnake!

The crowd erupts. Up until now, there was no title match announced. Isn't it great when the creative team makes up for lost time?

Wyvern: Whatever. It's not like you're going to pose much of a threat, Snake.

Rattlesnake laughs.

Rattlesnake: I'm not going to pose much of a threat? You know, you're pretty clever man. I never thought you'd say something like that. Then again you're just full of surprises, aren't you?

Before Wyvern can say anything, Rattlesnake just mocks him.

Rattlesnake: Oh yes you are. You're just full of surprises.

Rattlesnake's grin comes back a little more, but it disappears again.

Rattlesnake: I'm full of surprises too. In fact, I'll let you in on one of those surprises. It's not really a surprise, per se, but it's really a spoiler. Tonight, you're going to see the bitter end to your lackluster reign. Sure you beat some greats. But it's time someone took you off your high horse and guess what? It's going to be me.

Ginger: You see Wyvern, the ACW is more than capable of holding it's own against you and your posse, which now seems to only consist of Starkweather, who is doomed at the hands of AK. Face it, your time is up. Get to the ring tonight, and defend that damn title!

Swatting at Ginger, Wyvern snaps angrily.

Wyvern: Bah. You both think you've got me down, don't you? Beautiful. While you've been standing on the sidelines, Ging, and while you've been jerking the curtain, Snake, I've been dominating the ACW. And it's great, that the ACW is literally a pillar crumbling, waiting for gravity to knock it down once and for all. And I'm the gravity, I'm the kick to the midsection. Snake, why don't you just watch your pitiful stable challenge for the title? I mean, you guys are all gold-starved, seeing as how your talent pool is completely drained. I'm looking forward to this, to tell you the truth. You're going to be the message I've been wanting to send to the ACW. DON'T. MOTIVATE. ME!

Rattlesnake's smirk returns. He stares Wyvern right in his face and keeps that smirk up for a few seconds.

Rattlesnake: Wyvern, you just need to be concerned with one thing tonight. Me out there in the ring. Nothing else matters. Your message will obviously be loud and clear. But there's just one minor twist on your reality. The message you want to send is one of disaster. Because the pillar that's crumbling, as you so succinctly put it, is the pillar that you're standing on. It can only hold so much ego and lord knows the huge ego you have can literally push someone out of a room. Don't motivate you? I'll push whatever fucking buttons to get you to do something. And I think you're actually ready for tonight now. So I'll see you out there.

Rattlesnake starts to walk away, but he pauses. He turns back and glances at Wyvern.

Rattlesnake: And if you would be so kind as to polish the World Championship up. Make it real nice and shiny for it gets a new home tonight and it's all because I...will...strike!

Rattlesnake walks off leaving Wyvern with a rather pissed off look upon his face.

End segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A Temporary Change Of Heart (Credit: Jake Cheng)

Seven Deadly Sins 4. Three Years Ago, Seven Deadly Sins was ACW’s first official show after changing from GFWCW. Jake Cheng remembers the day. It was the first anyone had seen him in a ring since he was kidnapped back in GFWWE. Since the World Title reign gone wrong. But he was given a chance he considered equally important: The Lightweight Title shot. Only to lose by a fraction of a second.

Three years later Jake walks into the ACW arena, the same title he fought for three years ago around his waist. And this is his fourth reign. He is the self-proclaimed best Light-Heavyweight Champion in ACW history, but many would say the first part is not necessary. It’s hard to fathom all that’s happened in three years. All the friends made: Dan White, Bob “The Swerve” Di’Las, The New Breed, The Untouchables, Rawt, Rattlesnake and BK London, and all the friends betrayed: Killing the New Breed, Leaving the Untouchables for the Corporate Alliance, and most recently, turning on BK London. The friends from the beginning: Stan The Cameraman, and the enemies from first sight: Brimstone, Predator, Franchi$e, Flower Power. It’s amazing how most of the time one list is longer than the other.

Stan The Cameraman sit in his employer’s locker room, soda can in his left hand, right arm hung over the back of the chair, feet kicked up on another chair. Stan is pretty relaxed, no? I guess he has to be after not talking to Jake since Monday to know what to do for the day. And then Jake comes through the door.

Stan: I’m surprised you showed.

Jake plops his stuff on the floor.

Jake: What? Why would I miss this match?

Stan: I don’t know. Maybe you chickened out. I haven’t talked to you in a week and you haven’t returned my calls.

Jake: You still have my cell phone, I didn’t get ANY calls this weekend.

Stan: Oh yeah....hey, where’s the bitch?

Jake: She isn’t coming back.

Stan: Good.

Jake: Meh, she wasn’t needed anymore. BK is pissed off enough now that we kicked his own wife’s ass. It’s exciting, the final battle y’know?

Stan: The rubber match to end it all.

Jake: I wouldn’t call it a rubber match. I only have one win and he has like eight.

Jake snickers to himself.

Jake: But yeah, this match is big.

Stan: You got anything up your sleeve? Get some of your ninja friends to appear from the shadows? Some smoke bombs backstage? C’mon, spill the beans.

Jake: Nothing. I have no bag of tricks planned for my match. Stan, I realized something over the past week. I have to take this match seriously. That doesn’t mean I won’t us dirty tricks, because I know BK will use them too. But I have to try to win this match on my own.

Stan: But...

Jake: No buts, this is how it is happening. And I will win. The end.

Jake turns away from Stan, obviously wanting to change the subject. The Light-Heavyweight Champion looks like he had a change of heart, going from shifty mind games to wanting to play the match straight. It this an honest change or another mind game? I have another segment so you’ll find out if you read the next one.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Descent / Ascent (Credit: Echo)

Saturday. Go-time, as I’d said.

I’d done my fair share of time working out that afternoon. Couldn’t afford to have myself worn out before the match, so I’d cut out of there a couple hours early, and since then I’d been doing what I was best at…which is to say, lying on a couch, listening to a three-note progression repeat itself in different octaves, and immersing myself in the impenetrable, eternally frustrating labyrinth that sometimes passed for my mind.

Some guy had come by earlier. Hadn’t caught his name, but he had a cameraman trailing behind him. The lil’ metro wanted to interview me about my debut, an activity which I was completely disinterested in. As I explained then, there wasn’t really any reason for me to bother talking about what I intended to do when it’d be a lot more effective for me to just go out and do it. Actions speak louder than words, a hell of a lot louder when they’re my kind of actions. And no, I wasn’t going to pontificate about how I intended on slaughtering all three of the other guys and carrying it away; anything can happen out there, after all. And you don’t learn anything from winning. I’d never figured out how to escape a kimura until I had one put on me. So no, I wasn’t interested in wasting ten minutes on spewing testosterone, and good day.

With that, I’d shut the door and sent him on his way. The kid’d probably squeal later about how I wasn’t cooperating with the interview people, but we can’t have everything we want in life, now can we.

Thirty minutes to go.

It took a supreme effort of willpower to drag myself off the couch and over to the mirror, but eventually I did, and the hard part of the night was now over. A quick examination of my reflection showed things were as normal as they needed to be, and so I pulled on my gloves…slowly and lovingly, at eye level, like the way people twist silencers onto handguns in the movies. Ohhh, baby.

People have an odd idea about knuckle gloves like these, as well as shin guard and similar items; they’re under the impression these things can pad the impact of strikes, that “protective” is a two-way street. In reality, of course, the gloves are here to make sure I don’t damage a joint when I cave in somebody’s cheekbone with a roundhouse. And I thoroughly intended on demonstrating that tonight, particularly with three other people around. You only get one shot at a first impression, after all, and not taking advantage of an opportunity like that would be nothing short of criminal.

Fifteen minutes.

Being late wasn’t something I was worried about; there was only one thing left before everything was ready. I popped open the cabinet next to the mirror and reached in, feeling through about a dozen perfume bottles, before latching onto one near the front and pulling it out. It didn’t actually matter which one I chose, as they were all the same scent; I’d just grabbed one that was closer to me and easier to get out. The routine was exactly the same as it’d been for the past year: pop off the top, spray all the way up one side, all the way down the other, and then a quick burst under the chin on both sides. It was almost second nature to me by now.

The perfume was straight from the Body Shop, some of the sharpest-smelling cinnamon they had. Well, sharp to most people. By this point I was so used to the scent’s strength that it only registered on me faintly, but I imagine it was a bit…distinct to people who didn’t know me. I remembered Tim Dwight had seemed kinda nonplussed at first, though he’d warmed up to it fast enough.

I only really wore it for one person, though, and I’d only started, shortly after we’d met, because he’d asked, and kept buying the perfume for me. Said it brought back memories, though he’s never seemed old enough to have “back in my day” moments.

…Eh. I’ll elaborate some other time.

Five minutes. I pushed open the door, started down the hallway, and didn’t make it five steps before a whole lot of murderous intent started welling up in me. I let it; god, how I’d missed that feeling. Even if this was just something I did on the side…it was good to get the rush again. Everybody needs some mania to counteract the depression.

It was getting stronger and stronger, and I thought if I didn’t expend some energy, I’d blow up in some kind of wrathful supernova. I broke into a run, straight down the hallway and off to whatever the hell was waiting for me.

Looking back, that kind of eagerness scares me now. More than it did then.

Fade.