Monday Night Warfare 14th April 2008

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Monday Night Warfare 14th April 2008

Schedule of Matches:
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The Libertines vs. Trent Goodwin

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Mr. Red vs. Ryan Cooper vs. Jason Freeman vs. Thunder Train - FH Training Battle Royal

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Danny Mainer and ANTHRAX vs. Sarin Rossi and Mystery Partner

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The Senator vs. Jon Taylor

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Aiden Joseph vs. Jay Zero

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Monday Night brings our weekly dose of Warfare, and there is much to see and do. So fittingly the show doesn’t waste too much time with showing off tonight; a bit of pan and pyro, and then we’re straight into the action…

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- The Journey Begins -
BY TRENT GOODWIN

The scene opens up and we see Trent Goodwin sleeping on a sofa. He is snoring a little bit, and seems to be comfortable. No signs of a nightmare.The camera shifts to the right a little bit and zooms out. We see a familiar man, it is the camera man. He is sitting on a chair, leaning forward, staring at Trent. He stares at him for half a minute, and then Trent opens his eyes, he is awake. He begins to scream. The camera man begins shushing him, getting him to shut up. After a few seconds of wild yelling, Trent does stop. The camera man stands up, while Trent manuevers into a sitting position.

Camera Man: I've been waiting for you to wake up! You've been sleeping for a long time!

Trent wipes his eyes and moves so he is sitting on the edge of his bed.

Trent Goodwin: What's so important? It better be good, I was having a dream where I won the ACW World Championship!

Camera Man: You should be glad I woke you up. You have a chance to make that dream a reality!

Trent stands up, excited with what he just heard.

Camera Man: Wait, I didn't mean that you actually get a chance at the title. I meant you get a chance to prove to the ACW Staff that you deserve it. You have your very first match this Monday!

Trent looks mad now and begins walking around, then stops.

Trent Goodwin: Where are we?

Camera Man: This is my camper, we need it!

Trent Goodwin: Why? I'd rather drive around in my convertible! This makes me look hideous!

Camera Man: We need somthing to travel in. Your journey has begun. We will be traveling around the world, to many places. The fun has yet to begin.

The scene closes, with Trent looking nervous. He may be ready to fight, but he is unsure of what is to come on this long journey.

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Segment: And a Cherry on Top.
Credit: Jay Zero

The scene begins to fade in to a semi-well lit area of what looks to be a parking lot. A door closes shut and we see Jay Zero walk towards the camera, slinging a black Nike duffle bag over his shoulder while sipping some coffee. He shakes his head, looking to wake himself up a little. He keeps walking towards the arena entrance. Jay is wearing dark blue jeans that are a little faded in some areas and a plain black t-shirt. Jay pushes the metal door handle in and opens the door. Security takes a quick look at him and Jay just nods his head as they let him through. Continuing down the corridors, Jay begins to look back and forth, trying to find his way to his locker room. Just then – the Chairman approaches him.

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Ginger: ZERO!

Jay quickly looks over and scrunches his face a bit.

Zero: Ahh! Not so loud! [/color]

Jay looks up and sees exactly who it is.

Zero: Oh – hey there Gingy! ‘Suup? [/color]

Ginger: Don’t “hey there Gingy” me! It’s Chairman Gingerdude to you and just where in the HELL have you been?!

Zero: Oh me? [/color]

Ginger doesn’t look happy at all.

Ginger: Yes – YOU!

As matter of fact, he looks down right irate! Jinkies Scooby Doo!

Zero: Well – I was, like, at my umm hotel room getting’ ready and [/color]

Sniff Sniff.

Ginger: Have you been drinking?

Zero: ---- What if I was? [/color]

Ginger throws his arms up and sighs out loud.

Ginger: What the hell is wrong with you?! I finally feel sorry enough for you and decide to give you a great opportunity, and you show up both late and drunk! This is totally unacceptable!

Zero: First off, I’m not drunk! [/color]

Ginger: Then why does your breathe smell like alcohol?

Zero: Cause when I woke up and saw how late I was because of how much I was drinking earlier I had no time to brush my teeth! [/color]

Ginger: Good god Jay!

Zero: Hey man just chill! Now, what great opportunity are you talking about? [/color]

Ginger: You know, the one that I was hoping to be one of the highlights in Warfare history? The encounter of the former best friends!

Zero: Alright – you got to be a little more specific here, I don’t even have a clue right now of what you’re talking about. [/color]

Ginger: The confrontation! Aiden Joseph vs. Jay Zero!

Jay looks completely shocked at what Ginger has just said. His eyes nearly pop out of his head.

Zero: … Why didn’t call me earlier?! Christ! Why did you suddenly just make this match? [/color]

Ginger: Suddenly? It’s been on ACW.com all day now! Now you better not ruin this for me! This is a big match, Jay!

Jay runs his hand through his hair.

Zero: Dammit … God dammit! [/color]

Jay yells out and Ginger looks at him, confused.

Ginger: What the bloody hell are you upset over?! I decided to give you the man you wanted to kill, and you start acting like I made a mistake? If anything, you should be punished right now for showing up to MY show late!

Zero: That’s the thing! I DO want to kill him! [/color]

Ginger: Then what’s your problem? I gave you what you wanted so you’re welcome.

Zero: But Gingy, this came at probably the worst time! How am I gonna kill him, let alone stand a chance with a killer headache like this?! [/color]

Ginger: I don’t know and quite frankly it’s not my problem!

Zero: Well yeah it is! You want ratings? You want to sell this as a piece of history? Well how you gonna do that when I can’t even make it to the ring! Give me some g’damn motivation! [/color]

Ginger: Here’s some motivation! Sober your ass up and I WON’T suspend you!

Zero: Ahh, you can do bettah’ than that! Make it for the World Title! Give Jay Zero his first opportunity at the title! [/color]

Ginger: Now you’re pushing it! Beat Aiden and I’ll consider it for next time!

Zero: Yeah that’s right – better not piss him off, huh? I mean face it, he’s gonna be the one to pick which nursing home you go to! [/color]

Ginger scowls at Jay and starts backing off.

Ginger: How about you take a nice trip to see Tim Dwight. He ought to slap you into a competitive spirit.

Zero: Dwight’s Gym? Fine! I’ll take a trip there. [/color]

Ginger: Good, now hurry up and get ready. You’re already late enough as it is.

Ginger turns around and begins to walk off of the camera.
Jay rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his coffee.
The scene begins to fade out.

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Segment: Live Free or Party Hard (Credit: FSX)

Ole Rourke Pub
4/10/08

What a glorious day it is for a celebration? Though things haven't happened in a very picturesque manner as of late, and quite a few things could of occurred a bit more smoothly, there is no denying that celebration is still necessary! But for who? For Fallen Souls and his companions, of course! Though he may of done nothing of the utmost importance on Meltdown, he still did prove to himself that he has a value he never could of imagined! He traveled far across the mystical land of ACW secret possible island to the lowly slums of Fallout, climbed the treacherous wall of shame because no one would open the door, and burst through the bathroom of desire to find a proper amount of men to do battle with! And battle of the most epic levels then ensued! Mindless mayhem between the forces of one godly man and 29 ninja caused havoc for as long as TV time would allow, and Fallen found himself standing alone...a champion! Well, that's at least the story he's been telling absolutely everyone in sight as he drinks himself silly with his old buddy, Will Anger! Regardless of how true it is, everyone seems to be enjoying the fabricated tale and generally enjoying themselves in another ACW wrestlers new pub!

FSX: I'm telling you, it's true! With my rippling biceps I took a hold of each one of them and hugged them to submission! Just shows you how incredibly sexy and impressive I can be!

Anger: Sure you did, Fallen. Next thing you know he'll be telling people that he cured cancer and saved countless lives.

FSX: I did! I did! I did cure cancer and save countless lives!

Anger: Suffering succotash, your drunk.

Grinning from ear to ear, Fallen gives Will a pat on the back as he shifts to the side for no apparent reason, spilling some of his beer as he curses silently. It's enough to make one wonder just how long they've been here before the camera was turned on.

FSX: That may be so, but it doesn't change the fact I'm amazing!

Anger: Sure it does, your a drunken crazy person.

FSX: To be fair, I'm always a crazy person. It's sorta my thing.

Anger: True, but your still too drunk to pick up anyone. I bet you can't walk up to anyone in here and come out with a number.

FSX: I'll do you one better! I could go up to anyone of the pretty, pretty ladies here tonight and come out with a used condom!

Turning his head and he holds in a laugh, Anger just shakes his head and points over to someone sitting down at the bar. Taking a good long look at her, Fallen wastes little time getting to work! Getting up and falling back down into his seat a few times, he finally manages to maintain his balance and stumbles over, falling over onto the bar as he trips during his 'walk, but tries to look cool in doing so and turns to the girl immediately, grinning slyly.

FSX: Is it just me, or did the room just get a whole lot sexier? I can't believe they get models in here! Your so good looking that I could plaster your picture over my mirror and pretend it was me, so when I looked at myself I was impulsed to start getting freaky!

Woman: Uh...right.

FSX: So, how would you like to help me use a condom?

Woman: What?!

FSX: Well, you don't have to help. I can probably still get the thing on myself. Just might take a bit longer..but..you know.

The woman looks away in sheer embarrassment as Fallen tries to think up just how flirting worked again, that part of his brain not functioning properly at this point as he hummed. Looking back for a moment, the woman took a note of one of his hands and grew quite irritated. Hmm...that could only mean one thing, couldn't it?

Woman: Wait, your hitting on me but your married?

FSX: Wha? I'm married?! What the hell are you doing hitting on me then?

Woman: I'm not! You came onto me!

FSX: The only person I come on is my wife! How dare you say anything different!

Suddenly stumbling backward as he was slapped across the face, Fallen groaned as he flew back into Will. Ready to stop him from making an even bigger ass of himself then he had already, Will catches him and sets him back down in his seat..before laughing hysterically.

Anger: That was horrible, Fallen!

FSX: Wha? Not my fault! No one informed me that woman didn't like awesome pick up lines!

Anger: Who does?

FSX: Me. Some of them can be hilarious!

Anger: Yeah, but your not supposed to use them...

FSX: Your not? Huh...well..it's been awhile. Last time I did something like this it was for a guy I met, and he got raped by teddy bears or something.

Moving back slightly from Fallen as he rambled on unintelligibly of something that actually happened a few weeks earlier, Will could simply grin as without a doubt Fallen was drunk enough to say or do whatever he wanted!...Don't get the idea wrong, though. Anger didn't intend to do anything sexual to him, just to pick his brain a bit!

Anger: Anyway, I was talking to Steve the other day...he told me some weird stuff.

FSX: Steve? Who the hell is Steve?

Anger: You know, Senator.

FSX: Ohhh yeeah...good guy.

Anger: Anyway, he was telling me that you left the stable so you could form some kind of rag tag group with a bunch of new guys I've never heard of for some reason.

FSX: I did..?

Seeming to dig back in his memory as the past few months are for a loss, Fallen likely traces back from the point earlier on in the day. He went there to defeat 29 others because of Fallen Heroes..which is soon...and Taylor is an ass! There we go, he had it!

FSX: Oh right! Yeah, The Second Coming. It might be a bad name, but I think the goal is noble enough that I had to make the move for the good of wrestling everywhere.

Anger: How's that? I mean, Senator was your friend right?

FSX: He was...I'd like to think we still are, sort of. But he supports the political structure that never lets those that aren't well liked in the back, or traditional in their eyes to get over. He keeps his group ahead and that's all he's about.

Anger: How is yours any different?

FSX: Well...uh....we're changing things for everyone, not just a few! It's different! When I'm the champion, they'll have no choice but to realize that everyone and anyone has that potential. No matter how they go about their business.

Fallen falls silent for a moment as he looks away, perhaps just giving a dramatic pose to further his comments. Either way, it seems to work as Will is quick to drop the subject and just accept the fact that they are going with different paths at this rate. Besides, if anything he was saying was true then maybe he could become Fallout Heavyweight Champion again! Maybe...

FSX: So...anything else you want to ask me well I'm not in the right mind not to answer you?

Anger: No, that was about it. I could do a bit of sleuthing for him and find out some information about that Jon Taylor guy, but from what I understand he's kind of just an ass.

FSX: That's about right most of the time.

Anger: Yup...so...why were you beating up 29 ninja, anyway? You never did say.

It looks like it's time for another well placed burst of ego! Standing up on his chair for a moment, Fallen looked down to Will with a wide grin and pointed directly to his face, as if he wants HIM to listen.

FSX: One simple reason...Fallen Heroes!

Anger: Oh yeah. Your gonna try that again?

FSX: You bet I am! This year is my year, man!

Anger: Well, I guess that makes sense then. So, do you have a strategy for the match yet then?

FSX: Of course I do!!...Wait, what do you mean?

Anger: You know. Have you made any alliances to make sure you win? Drawn up plans on how your going to not get thrown out of the ring and all.

FSX: Oh...

Looks like Will has a point once again! Fallen hadn't actually come up with a solid plan up to this point, but he was still mindlessly celebrating success? That didn't make any sense! He should be making agreements he won't keep with people he doesn't like! Pondering Anger's words, Fallen sits their silently in deep thought...then takes a brief moment to leave deep thought and vomit on Anger. After that was out of the way, however, he was back to deep thought! Could he still make up a strategy and these plans before Fallen Heroes? Did he have what it took to stop himself from getting easily and quickly tossed from the ring yet again? Will he have to buy Anger new shoes? Who knows if he'll ever really get the answers he's looking for...

Fade to black.

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Segment: Dammit! Not Another One! (Credit: Senatorial Stable)

Here we are in the Senatorial Stable locker room. A lot of changes have happened recently and another is about to occur. Inside the locker room stands one, Thunder Train. He has his face buried in the Senatorial mini-fridge taking out various things, pizza, steak, anything he can get his hands on. He munches on everything, damn near cleaning out the fridge. When all of the sudden Senatorial Stable members, Jonny Hughes and Jason Freeman enter. They open the door and step in, shocked at what they are seeing.

Freeman: What the hell are you doing here?

Jonny: Now that the Entourage is gone you think you can eat all of our food?

Thunder Train *With mouth full*: The Train is always hungry?

Jonny: Oh yeah your gonna be real hungry after I feed you a mouth full of fist.

Freeman: Yeah...wait....how did you even get in here anyway?

Train *With mouth still full*: I have a key

Jonny: WHAT? WHO GAVE YOU A KEY?

Just then the door opens again and in walks Senator Steve Phillips and Aiden Joseph.

Freeman: Senator, thank God you're here! Someone accidentally misplaced their key and Train here got it. Now would you please kick him out?

Senator: Actually Jason, thats why I called you both here. Aiden and myself were talking and we find that Mr. Train would be an excellent addition to the Senatorial Stable.

Jonny: So what, everyone from the Entourage is going to join us now?

Aiden: Surely you jest. James’ loyalties lie with no silly group, but rather to me. Lest we forget, I am the one who signs his paycheck every month.

Freeman: But....he tried to end my career...

Aiden: And if recollect, you tried to push him down a flight of stairs. In my judgement, you two are more than even.

Freeman: Ugh....fine...

Jonny: I guess he could be good for the stable....

Senator: That's what I like to hear gentlemen. Now could you please help Mr. Train with his things? They are down the hall.

Freeman: MORE THINGS? Man...

Freeman and Jonny roll their eyes and leave the room. Train follows them with a bunch of leftovers in his hands. Senator and Aiden look at each other then smile, knowing in their minds they made a great decision for the group.

Fade to black.
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Match 1: The Libertines vs. Trent Goodwin (Credit: Jake Steele)

Match will be posted upon receipt.

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Segment: BK's Night off, Jerome's Big Break (Credit: BK London)

The scene opens up to a rather familiar setting within the walls of the ACW Arena, Gingerdude's office, where matches are signed, wrestlers are released, and new talents are introduced. Tonight, the last of the three has been planned as Jerome Carter managed to request a one on one meeting with Chairman Gingerdude.

Chairman Gingerdude sits at his desk, attending to his paper work as usual, while looking at the time on his spiffy new rolex watch. The look of disappointment comes over the Chairman's face, and he returns back to his paper work.

Suddenly, the voice of a wrestler which we have grown accustomed to in a very short time can be heard through the wall of the Chairman's office. It appears to be coming from his secretary's desk on the outside, and Ginger rises up from his seat to attend to the matter. As he opens the door, he sees Jerome Carter yelling at his secretary.

Jerome Carter: Listen, I have an appointment with Gingerdude alright?! Don't you tell me he's busy!

Secretary: For the last time Mr. Carter, you're an hour late for your appointment, Mr. Gingerdude has other matters to attend to.

Jerome Carter: Do you know who I am? Huh?

Secretary: Yes, Mr. Carter.

Jerome Carter: I am Jerome Carter, alright?! I am ACW's next big star, and I DEMAND, that you allow me into his off-

Gingerdude: - MR. CARTER!

Both Ginger's secretary and Jerome Carter simultaneously turn towards Chairman Gingerdude, who's standing at the door. He seems to have calmed himself a little, though his daughter’s situation must surely be on his mind. However, business is business.

Gingerdude: I will see you now.

A smile grows across the face of Jerome Carter as he walks into Gingerdude's office with a pep in his step. Ginger's secretary rolls her eyes briefly before returning to the work put in front of her by the Chairman earlier.

Chairman Gingerdude returns to the big chair behind his desk while Jerome finds himself a seat in front of the big oak desk, and now Ginger removes his glasses and stares at the young prospect.

Gingerdude: You're an hour late. Why?

Jerome Carter: Well you see I was doing some promotional shots and, well, you know how that goes. I totally lost track of time.

Gingerdude: Promotional shots? You're not even signed to a contract yet.

Jerome Carter: Oh I know, I know. But I thought I might as well take a few shots so you could have something to, y'know, go by.

Gingerdude: Go by huh?

Jerome Carter: Yeah, definitely, do you want to see them?

Gingerdude: Sure, why not.

Jerome snaps his fingers, and suddenly, his butler Sinclair enters the office - somehow making his way past Ginger's secretary - and drops the brown envelope with the photos in Jerome's hands. With another snap of the fingers, Sinclair exits the office, leaving the two alone.

Gingerdude: ...uhh, Impressive..

Jerome Carter: Not as impressive as these shots.

Jerome hands over the brown envelope to the Chairman and eagerly awaits as he opens it up and pulls out the huge 8x6 photos enclosed inside. After one look at the pictures, his pupils dilate a bit and he's taken a bit back by the content before him.

Gingerdude: You're...you're...you're...

Jerome Carter: Naked? Not actually, there's a leaf there. A huge leaf at that. I was thinking something more artiistic rather than the generic "I'm mad, let's fight" promotional pictures that the other wrestlers were taken. What do you think? I was looking to capture the magificence of Michaelangelo's David.

Gingerdude: It's...it's...it's....it's something. That's what it is, it's something.

Jerome Carter: So, what do you say? Am I signed or what? I've got the skill, the swagger, the moveset, the accolades. You've got yourself a franchise here on your hands Gingie baby!

Gingerdude takes a few moments to contemplate before giving his answer.

Gingerdude: I'll sign you...

Jerome Carter: YES!

And just like that, Jerome Carter knew how it felt to be on top once again. He managed to get the Chairman of ACW to sign him without ever actually seeing him in action. The top star he once was in Pro Wrestling SPIRIT and Lion's Road. He's back!

Gingerdude: ...to a developmental contract.

And like that, his hopes, crushed.

Jerome Carter: ...a developmental what?

Gingerdude: A developmental contract. You actually didn't think I'd sign you to a multi-year contract without seeing what you could do in the ring, right? I mean, that would be stupid.

Jerome Carter: Uhh...uhh, yeah of course. Uh, thanks.

Gingerdude: Glad to have you on the developmental Jerome, now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to attend to. You know the way out, right?

Jerome Carter: Uh, yeah, sure.

Jerome slowly walks towards the door, with his dreams of becoming a larger-than-life ACW wrestler derailed right before his eyes. He walks out of the Chairman's office, slamming the door behind him, and taking a deep breath. For once, he wasn't larger than life, for once he wasn't the top guy, he was...he was developmental.

Fade Out.

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Segment: The Road to Fallen Heroes
(Credit: Senatorial Stable)

Members of the Senatorial Stable, Phillips, Hughes, and Freeman are all seen assembled in the currently-empty Dwight Gym, as Jason Freeman's former associate, Dave Morgan stands alongside. Freeman, in rare fashion, takes the lead, as he begins to speak.

Freeman: Right...well here we go. As I said, I would bring you somebody to spar with, and I promised you that I'd get it done...and I have. Now, for obvious reasons, being that he's the ACW heavyweight champion... "Aiden Joseph" is not going to be training with us. However, for YOU two...I'd like you to meet Dave Morgan...

And out to the ring comes Dave Morgan. He looks around...curiously, taking in the place. He then turns his glance over to Senator and Hughes and nods at them, and enters the ring.

Hughes: Well ,this looks much more promising than the LAST guy at least...

The Senator: Indeed...

Freeman: Well he definitely is...he---

Morgan: Thanks, I'll take it from here. Yeah, as you've heard, my name is Dave Morgan...and yes, I will be here to spar with you guys, which, is an honor for me. It is nice to meet both of you...

Hughes: So how good is he?

Freeman: Well...he's...much better than me.

Hughes: Yeah? How do you know him? If he's so much better than you, then how come---

Before Hughes can continue...he's cut off by Freeman.

Freeman: I've known him for a couple years...and...look...the past is the past...the present is the present, you know?

Hughes looks at his avoidal of this question curiously...causing Morgan to chuckle, and Senator is the one who speaks.

Senator: Well, surely, it is good to know that Freeman has come through for us. I look forward to seeing exactly how much talent you possess. I was not sure that I would be able to trust Freeman to get this task done...but if you are as good as he says, then it seems my initial scepticism was unfounded.

Morgan: ...Well, Freeman's a trustworthy guy, you know?

In that moment...Morgan turns to Freeman and gives him a bit of a smirk...causing Freeman to look away at the wall, which amuses Morgan further.

Morgan: Though I will admit that you, Phillips, have always been a bit of an inspiration for me. I like to work a nice technical/submission style...you know? It's always proved effective for me. I guess that doesn't come in handy much in a battle royal, but hey...any practice is good practice...so whenever you want to start our training, we can. It's actually nice to be in a real ACW arena...always been a bit of a dream of mine.

Senator: Well...who knows...if you impress me today, I may be able to get you somewhat of a permanent deal. I have those sorts of connections, as you all know.

Morgan: Well, I would like that very much...actually, I---

Freeman: Well, yeah, that'd be great...but let's worry about that one later, okay? Let's just...get to work. We have a lot of training to do...and any talk about the future...you know let's worry about that later

Hughes: Freeman, what's with you, you seem kinda-

Freeman: Kinda what? Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

Morgan: Hmm...Freeman, I know what he means! You seem sorta off...why is that exactly?

Morgan shrugs as Freeman turns to glare at him

Senator: Let us begin...we do not have all night, and we should not waste time. On that point I do agree with Freeman. Now, I told "Textbook" Dwight to meet us here with some of his guys. We already had a nice little training session worked out, so if you want to stick around, I could certainly integrate you into the proceedings.

Hughes: Don't you have a match later here?

Senator: Pff, I am not concerned with Jon Taylor. Talented as he may be, I have faced him numerous times as of late, and I know his tendancies. Probably be best that I stay loose and alert in the ring, anyway. Better to be worn down for a regular Warfare match, and be properly prepared for Fallen Heroes, rather than vice versa.

Freeman: Makes sense, I guess...

Senator: Of course it does! I would hardly be one to make such a tactical miscalculation at this point in the game, would I? Do refrain from answering that, you two.

At this moment, the doors swing open, as Tim Dwight enters, with Fernando Rodriguez, Everyman, and Matthew Murton of the Dwight Gym trailing behind.

Morgan: Hey, is that THE Tim Dwight?

"Textbook" Tim Dwight: The one and only, and you would be...

Morgan: Dave Morgan, sir, nice to meet you at last.

Dwight: Morgan, hmm...yeah, you'd be on the freelance circuit, decent technician, if I recall correctly.

Morgan: Yep!

Dwight: Ok, enough wasting time, it appears that aside from Fernando, and my assistants here, the rest of the boys from the Gym are taking their good time. Now, who's here to train?

Senator: I am, of course, as is Mr. Morgan.

Dwight: Good, and you two?

Hughes: Later, yeah, but for now, I got stuff to do.

Freeman: I'll stick around for a little while, but not too long, I got a match to make it to.

Dwight: Very well then, let's get this started!

Fade Out.

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Segment: The Missing Link
Credit: The Second Coming

The scene opens up at the backstage area of the arena. God these people are really original, aren't they? I mean come on it seems like everything happens at the backstage area these days! Anyway, our subject of interest is of course the locker room of a very special group. Yes that's right, the hottest and most dominating group in the history of Alpha Championship Wrestling! Fresh off their dismantling of the Lackey Brigade (to others known as The Entourage) it seems this group have a very very bright future ahead of them, doesn't it? Of course does, because they do! And that's because they are The Second Coming of ACW damn it!

However, last week the little shit otherwise known as Jay Zero decided he would sneak attack The Second Coming, well more specifically Showtime and Taylor...but all for one, one for all I always say! Of course the little shit ran as far away as possible before Taylor could lead his men to victory in beating the living hell out of the little shit. However, that is not the concern, as after Limelight failed to react to the attack Taylor being Taylor thought he'd put his stable member back in his place where he belonged - how commendable! Unfortunately, things didn't go to plan and Limelight decided to randomly walk out and his little man Savich had to run after him! Is Limelight gone forever?! Find out now!

Showtime, Fallen and Taylor can all be seen sitting within The Second Coming locker room, Taylor of course has his trademark smirk while the other two don't seem to be too happy - one could even go as far as saying they look a tad worried! Why are they worried? Why, let's find out! Is this a television show? Maybe just a little!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo man, I don't think ol' Limey is coming back..

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: So? He was nothing more than a big hunk of junk anyhow. At least we'll get rid of that annoying little shit Savich finally!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Despite the fact you might want to prance around and celebrate that he's gone, you seem to be forgetting the obvious again. If he isn't coming back we're just a group of three, and that doesn't give us the advantage we need when we finally eliminate the Senatorial Stable...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: So? It's all about quality, not quantity Fallen! And no one else can imagine being as talented as The Second Coming, that's for sure!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: I feel ya, man. Our game is tight, but what about if they decide to play the numbers game on us?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: We'll just have to beat the fuck out of a few extra people, what's so god damn hard about that?

Showtime and Fallen both sigh as they both know that Taylor isn't going to admit that they need a replacement for Limelight anytime soon.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: How exactly are we supposed to beat 6 men when it's just the three of us? I mean, I proved that I can beat down 29 ninja with my bare hands! But...these are wrestlers! Not to mention the fact they probably won't turn on their leader.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: We'll just have to knock the fuck out of each one till the fuckers don't get up again!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: So I guess what your trying to say is we're not going to accomplish anything because your being a stubborn idiot? Fucking wonderful.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yeah, dawg. I'm not liking the thought of having 6 of them mofos jumping my ass from behind either.

Taylor seems to be growing tired of Fallen and Showtime's worrying, and looks to insert his authority...as if he had any. Then again, you think if he did it would of came up by now..

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Will you two stop going on like a bunch of pussies worrying about the old man and his followers and instead focus on the real picture!

Fallen responds as per usual in a awesome tone of logical wonder!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Fair enough then! How blind have we been to look at the situation at hand when the god of all wrestling wants to look at the imaginary bigger picture! Glory be! We were simply lost sheep before he decided to tell us what to do, after all! Finally, some direction by a true genius!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Umm.. Isn't that a bit much?

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Probably. But come on, it's not like there is a more pressing situation here!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: What about what Zero did last week to Showtime! You don't seriously think we could let that little shit get away with attacking a stable member like that can you?! After I beat his ass twice in two weeks he had some nerve pulling that stunt...I suggest we find the fucker and beat him to a bloody pulp!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo, thanks for the offer man. I appreciate it - but I got this. Ol' boy jumped me, so I'm gonna make him pay dividends for what he did to me!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: But he tried to attack me too! Surely I get to have a bit of revenge for the intent don't I--

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Damn JT, just let me handle this by myself ok? I'm not a lil' bitch that can't handle my own shit!

Taylor screws his face up like a sulking child who isn't getting his way. Fallen seems to be enjoying watching Taylor get told by Showtime.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: FINE!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: What's this? Could it possibly be that Taylor is listening to reason? Something must be horribly wrong!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Don't you fucking start Fallen--

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: You guys chill. Do we really want a repeat of Savich and Limelight?!

Taylor sighs while Fallen looks to be having fun winding up Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I guess not. Well I think we should start planning our next move towards our goal, don't you?!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: And which goal is that? The one that we should be going after, or the one that you've imagined up in your head?

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: I guess now would be the time to do it, but I gotta lil' business to tend to, like takin' that punk Jay Zero to school.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Multi-task Showtime, multi-task! So, anyway I figured once I take out the old man for good later on tonight then we could start targeting the other members of the senatorial stable like Selloutkiss and Jonny "I wish I had Talent" Hughes!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Wait a minute, didn't you JUST get done telling us not to worry about them?! Make up your damn mind!

Taylor seems to be growing annoyed with Fallen's smart ass antics but manages to contain his anger somehow.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well since we destroyed The Entourage there is only one other stable in ACW other than us so it makes sense to take them out first before moving on to bigger things!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: We watched the Entourage spontaneously combust and suddenly we have the strategy to take out a stable that's existed steadily for four years? Are you insane?!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Yes I can, god damn it! Why do you have no faith! Sure they are quantity, but we have talent and we're better than them! Everyone knows talent>quantity.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Even if that's the case, it doesn't change the fact that without proper strategy we're just mindless idiots running into a wall. I don't know why you think things are magically going to work out, but they won't!

Taylor looks reading to tear his hair out in frustration while Fallen appears to be having a field day.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: No offense man, but I gotta agree with Fallen here. It doesn't make sense to try and take down 6 cats while there are only 3 of us. Maybe if we had more people in our crew...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well this is getting us nowhere...how are we supposed to be the dominating force of ACW with those fuck wits in our way and you guys too pussy to take them on?!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Yes, because having logic and reason makes you a pussy. Not listening to your commands makes people a pussy. Get this, Taylor. Things aren't going to work the way you see them! We can't just burst into their locker room and expect them to surrender. That's just demented!

Taylor strangely seems to be accepting the truth though he isn't going to go down without one last try!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You never know--

Showtime interrupts Taylor before he can continue

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: JT...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Oh, alright. I guess I'll just have to take out the old man and hope they implode for now. So what the hell else are we going to do in the mean time?

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Well for starters we could use a new member or two....

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Like who?! I don't want people like fucking Josh The Jersey Jobber or Andrew The Lackey Starr in the stable damn it!

As Taylor looks to be in a stubborn mood as always Fallen stands up off of his chair.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I don't think I can take anymore of Taylor without going insane and murdering him. So I'm gonna get the hell out of here before that happens..this time...Showtime, I'm sure you can handle convincing him to think straight for once. I'm leaving it to you.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Ah alright bro, see you later.

Fallen heads towards the door way and exits the room as Showtime looks to try and somehow talk Taylor into looking for another member.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo, man how about we look at the list of potential people who'd fit into the stable?

As Showtime attempts to patiently talk Taylor into it, Taylor looks even more disinterested than previously.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: How about we talk about something else instead? I'm getting tired of wasting time talking about talentless people who I have no desire to be associated with!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Awww man, I'm sure there has to be someone who would fit into the stable!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, unfortunately there isn't. Besides, I prefer it being just you, me and Fallen - it makes things more manageable.

Showtime gives up knowing that Taylor is one stubborn bastard and there is no point trying to convince him otherwise.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Fine. What do you want to talk about then?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: The Fallen Heroes Rumble.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Umm.. what's the damn point? We already covered that. Why waste time discussing how we are going to dominate the rumble?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Because I figured it would be interesting to discuss how I was going to single handily beat 29 other men.

Taylor's smirk turns into a bigger grin while Showtime raises a lone eyebrow.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: You seem to be forgetting about one thing, man: Fallen and yours truly are both in the Rumble. What are you going to do if it's left between you and one of us?

Taylor doesn't reply immediately, the words between you two seem to trigger something inside the thick skull of Taylor's.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: That's it!

Showtime looks at Taylor confused while Taylor looks like he's just won a championship.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Man, what you on about?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You've just given me a brilliant idea to ensure that I-- a Second Coming member wins the rumble!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Awww, god here we go...

Taylor seems to ignore Cooper's comment as he jumps out his chair.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Where you going?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Sorry, I have to take care of a few things to put this plan into motion!

As Taylor heads towards the door to follow Fallen out of the room Showtime can only reply with one thing.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Later.

Showtime looks on as he can only speculate what this plan of Taylor's is.

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

SEGMENT: Killing Caitlynn Ep. 10. (Credit: Mainer)

Hooray! Episode 10 of this saga. So as such, for all you loyal readers (or all you new readers who are no doubt confused as Hell as to why I’ve written such a long frigging series) I thought I’d best give you a brief summary of what has happened so far. Back when Danny was 10 years old he met a girl by the name of Caitlynn Dufraisne who IMMEDIATELY captivated him. He had forsaken all of his friends to go and be with her and to be her friend. He was mesmerized somewhat by this enchanting, shy girl from the Vegas district. The 2 became best friends but as such, you can only really have one best friend and this pushed out prior best friend Mr. Jared Lakes who didn’t take too well to it ultimately beating him down with new best friend Jesse Jones before Danny had planned to finally ask Caitlynn Dufraisne out. Danny then got to Caitlynn to find out his Home Ec. Partner and the guy who sits next to him in English who knew full well of his plans, Jamie Longshaw had beaten him to the draw and the 2, Jamie and Caitlynn were now a couple.

Danny endured their relationship for 4 whole years, his entire high-school life was one of watching a man he called his friend used the girl he’d always loved as a weapon against him and eventually this all boiled to a head when at Aiden Joseph’s prom night party (he had graduated but still threw parties for whoever wanted it) he stole a wooden chair from AJ and smashed it over Jamie’s back as he attempted to rape Caitlynn in one of the converted bedrooms. Taking her home, he was about to leave but Caitlynn made him stay and she fell asleep in his arms, Danny drifting off soon after. Then, two years later Caitlynn was in a veterinary training course trying to become well… a vet. But she also became less and less shy and started to drink like a whale which made her less predictable.

One day she came home and Danny nearly killed her by snapping on a side-headlock when she started screaming. She choked out and thanks to a kindly gift from Ryan Washington the creepy next door neighbour she was fortunately revived. Now, having found out that they’re 15,000 dollars in debt to a local crime lord tensions are running high as Danny walks down the street through the cold Vegas nights in an all black attire consisting of cargo pants and a black turtle neck and sneakers in the suburban district of Las Vegas. There’s a black van with the eyes of the driver trained on him following him as he paces down the road looking for the right house. He looks around for “the ideal house” to burgle because yeah that’s how desperate he is for the money. He’s willing to down-right shoot and steal to make the money to pay off this debt. He finds the ultimate house in this “dead of night” setting. It’s “The American Dream” sort of house, picket white fences and a sprinkler on the lawn and it just happens to be loaded with cash no doubt. Mainer squats down on the pavement just outside this one story house with a sly grin on his face that shows a tone of reluctance but he realizes it’s the only way here.

Mainer: God forgive me…

Danny sprints forward from his squatting stance and he thunders along the path up to the thin wooden door before dropping to one knee again producing a lockpick from his pocket. He jams it in and jimmies with the locks for a few seconds taking a break every 10 seconds to look for witnesses. He can hear the Ford Transits engine switch off which is a sigh of relief as it won’t disturb any late-goers. After about 3 minutes of screwing with the lock the door cracks open and a smile spreads across his face. Danny then produces a black balaclava from his pocket and pulls down over his face obscuring his view temporarily before pulling it over his chin. He then sneaks into the house listening for any signs of disturbances. Naturally, when you’re stealing things you head after the big electronics because they’re worth the most and so Danny looks around the main hall at the doors before him. Danny heads for the first door on the left and joy voila, it turns to be the living room. He cracks open the door and walks in before squatting down and into sneaking form on the off-chance someone’s night-walking.

Danny looks around the room observing a plain couch, a rug on the floor, a TV, a Sega Megadrive in the corner and a coffee table with a Gameboy Colour adorned atop of it. Danny rubs his hands together warming himself up as he realizes he has to act fast. Danny vaults over the table and heads to lift up the TV and get a feel for the weight when the hairs of his neck stick up on end.

CLICK. CRACK.

Voice: Don’t move motherfucker… or you’ll never move again.

Danny: Shit!

Danny’s throws his hands up as the barrel of a shotgun touches the back of his neck causing him to shiver. Danny’s blood runs cold as we draw to a fade.

[Fade]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Enter LaVouche (Credit: Steele)

Our latest segment with The Sex opens up rather abruptly… Steele is dialing numbers inside of his office, which has pictures of models, and a few ACW wrestlers that he looks up to, along with a computer and a desk full of… shit, nothing particularly important, just shit. Steele continues dialing until he finally puts the phone to his ear, he waits for whoever is on the line to pick up and sits impatiently, finally a voice pitches in and we can hear the words, MIRACULOUSLY!

: Hello?

S.E.X: Is this Roxxi?

: No, it’s her mom… why are you calling my daughter?

S.E.X: For se-… I mean, to uhhh, see what she has planned for homework tonight… and if she wants to study.

Roxxi’s mom: Study? Homework? She’s fucking 24 years old for christ sake.

S.E.X: <_<… >_>… College?

Roxxi’s mom: No, you stupid fucker! Don’t call my house anymore!

Roxxi’s mom hangs up and Steele looks back at the camera with his face twisted. He shrugs and puts his cell phone into his pocket, as he stands up grabbing his keys, while heading towards the door. He puts his hand on the knob and pauses, before turning his head around.

S.E.X: See what I go through just to pick up a chick? I don’t even know why she turned off her cell phone and picked today to visit her mom, and her car just happened to break down all at the same time. So, being the dude I am, I’m gonna pick her up and take her back to here-… nah, I’ll buy a hotel. [pause] Nah, too expensive, I’ll just rent a 5 minute motel, which gives me about 2 and half minutes to spare, and by that time we’ll be OUT!

Steele turns his head back around, and opens the door, he steps out and the scene fades out… yet we quickly fade back in as Steele is inside of his car driving, looking to left and right, waiting for the red light to turn green, yellow, hell blue would work at this time.

S.E.X: Damn stoplight, turn to a different color… you sucka’ trick! *Steele turns to the camera* You see this shit? I HATE stoplights, always taking forever to turn, I swear, I’m gonna jump out and start runnin’.

The stoplight finally turns green, and Steele pulls off at 85 mph tops. He switches in and out of lanes, trying to quickly get to his destination. He finally reaches the house as he zips into the driveway, so fast that he almost hits his head on the steering wheel, but his sexy stopped it.

S.E.X: Gotta’ keep it hood.

Steele opens up his car door, and steps out, slicking his hair back and getting any excess lint off of his jacket. He walks to the door, and rings the bell.

“Ding, Dong”

No response. Steele rings it again.

“Ding, Dong”

Still nothing, Steele rings it one more time and waits patiently without saying “Ding, Dong”. All the while waiting, he takes time to show off some new merchandise…

S.E.X: Incase you all in Alpha World haven’t noticed, I’m sportin’ my NEW S.E.X T-Shirt, available only at ACWSHOP.COM!

Steele gets serious again, and turns back around, just in time as Roxxi opens it, as she jumps into Steele’s arms.

S.E.X: Damn, hey?

Roxxi: Oh my god! You showed up! Most guys I meet on loser.com don’t usually show up…

S.E.X: <_<…

Roxxi: Anyways, how ya’ doin’ babez? I’ve been wanting to meet you for SO long now!

S.E.X: Same here… but I ain’t got much time with my mat-… oh wait, I’m matchless tonight, THANKS TO SOME PEOPLE!… But it’s cool, just means we got more time… to shine…

Roxxi: You are so sexy when you rhyme…

S.E.X: *Smirking* I know… I know…
The new “couple” walk off to The Sex’s car and go inside, the engine revs up and they pull off as we come to a fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “It’s Time” Credit: ~Aj / Sarin

[He just loves the smell of new things. Taking a whiff of his newly furnished locker room that is placed adjacent to that of his Senatorial Stable comrades, he can’t help but to stand in the middle of its foyer and spin around in a circle of celebration. However, before he can call up Robert Ryan to get an audition for DwtS scheduled, his cell phone serenades him with the sweet melody of Robbie William’s “She’s the One.” The tune is quite befitting of its caller, but make no mistake, Aiden does not need any song to help remind him of who his “one” truly is.]

Aiden: Anna! Brilliant timing my love. I was missing you terribly and was just thinking about some of our more pleasant escapades.

Anna: .... Aiden.

[His name twisted into an unfamiliar tone, he knows something is amiss.]

Aiden: What’s wrong?

Anna: I am having contractions.

Aiden: Oh my God, do you mean - ?

[Befuddled at what has just heard, Aiden cannot even manage to finish the rest of his sentence.]

Anna: I believe so.

Aiden: But it’s not time yet!

Anna: Tell that to your son.

Aiden: Did you call for an ambulance?!

Anna: No, Helena is coming over to drive me to the hospital.

Aiden: Thank heavens! Just find a spot to lay down until she arrives! I am going to call the airport and get a flight arranged immediately. Whatever you do, do not get off the phone! I will stay with you, okay?

Anna: Thank you. I want you with me Aiden.

Aiden: As do I, and I will be; I promise. Now I am going to put the cell down for a second so I can place some phone calls, okay?

Anna: Wait. Would you please inform father?

Aiden: Certainly. Anything else?

Anna: No, just please hurry.

[Aiden places his cell phone down on his bed and makes a mad dash towards his land line. Lifting the receiver, he dials the Chairman’s extension and is connected with his secretary. After exchanging some very less than tactful dialogue with her, Aiden finally gets Anna’s father on the line.]

Ginger: Yes?

Aiden: Ginger, it’s Anna; she’s in labor.

*Click*

[The next sound to grace Aiden’s ear is the sound of a dial tone. Not wishing to dally over the reasons for this, Joseph proceeds to the next task and places a call to the island’s airport. For the next few minutes, and at the expense of a great deal of his patience, Aiden plays the “transfer game” until he finally reaches someone with clout. As he begins to converse, the door to his private bedroom goes rocketing open and in comes a rather frantic looking Chairman.]

Gingerdude: Aiden!

[Still on the phone with the airport, Aiden does not respond and instead points down to the cell phone that resides beside him. In a state of fraught, Ginger lunges for it and then barrels it upwards onto his ear the moment it is within his possession.]

Ginger: How’s my little girl doing?

Aiden: Pardon ME?! Perhaps you did not hear me correctly.

Anna: Daddy, I’m scared.

Aiden: Do you NOT understand my plight?! My girlfriend is GOING-INTO-LABOR!

Gingerdude: I know you are sweetheart, just hang in there, we will both be there as soon as we can.

Aiden: You heartless, insignificant little TWAT!

Anna: Father, what is that noise?

Ginger: Take a guess.

Aiden: Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

[It has been quite a while since he has lost control but whatever has just occurred on the phone has caused him to become very irrational. At the conclusion of every obscenity, Aiden drives the phone into the wall until its plastic casing can bear no more. Taken aback at what he is witnessing, the Chairman pauses his conversation with his daughter.]

Ginger: Anna, one moment please.

[Ginger covers the phone with his hand and gives Aiden a very stern look. It’s bad enough his daughter is dealing with this on her lonesome without Aiden’s actions adding to her stress.]

Ginger: Aiden, what the hell is a matter with you? Regain your composure!

[Aiden realizes Ginger is right and hangs his head in shame. He takes a deep breath to help calm himself down and then takes a seat next to his employer on his bed. Without saying a word he holds out his hand, palm facing upward. Sensing he has done this gesture in order to recapture his cell phone, Ginger obliges.]

Aiden: Anna, they are not allowing any flights out at the moment due to the weather! I have absolutely no way off this detestable island!

Ginger: What?

Anna: Oh Aiden, please tell me you are joking.

Aiden: Love, I wish I was.

Ginger: No flights!? This is intolerable!

Anna: Darling, I need you here with me!

[Hearing her yearn for him tears him up on the side. A man of his stature should not have to endure such a helpless feeling. While thinking this very thought, it suddenly hits him; a man of his influence has more resources than he knows what to do with. Now is the perfect time to make use of them, especially those of the human nature.]

Aiden: Anna, I may not be there in person but I just may have stumbled across the next best thing.

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "How's It Look?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Just days after another attack by the mysterious person wearing a Guy Fawkes mask, Rattlesnake lies in his hospital bed, talking to his doctor.

Rattlesnake: So, how's it look?

Doctor: So far everything looks fine. You've had a few setbacks in the healing process that we can't understand, but aside from that, everything looks fine.

Rattlesnake (under his breath): Those setbacks are do to some asshole.

The doctor turns towards Rattlesnake.

Doctor: Did you say something?

Rattlesnake: Oh no. I didn't. Is there anything else that I need to know?

Doctor: Well, it's highly advisable that you avoid any wrestling. The next time you get taken down, it could cause a permanent injury.

Rattlesnake: Permanent?

Doctor: Yes. The truth is that when we took X-rays of your back, we noticed something that didn't look right. That's why we asked to take some more. We wanted to be sure of what we saw.

Rattlesnake: And what exactly did you see?

Doctor: There's no easy way to tell you this, but at the bottom of your spine is a gap.

Rattlesnake: A gap? How is it possible? Shouldn't I not be able to walk or anything?

Doctor: oh no, it's not that kind of gap. Let me explain. Each vertebrae in the spine has a lining around it. The bottom of your spine doesn't have any lining. There's just a gap.

Rattlesnake: I see.

Doctor: Have you experienced any severe back pains lately?

Rattlesnake: Not really.

Doctor: Well, the minute you do, you need to relax.

Rattlesnake: Why relax? What is this?

Doctor: This is a form of Spina Bifida. It's a birth defect that exists in roughly 2 out of every 14 people.

Rattlesnake: How come this never affected me before? I've done a lot of strenuous activities that should have affected my back.

Doctor: I'm not sure about that one, but that one attack a few weeks ago, as you described it, appears to be the catalyst.

Rattlesnake: Well, this gap, is there any way it's going to affect my life?

Doctor: Aside from back pains that will be more severe than what most people get, it shouldn't affect you too much. I would advise not taking part in anything strenuous until you build up the strength in your back.

Rattlesnake: Isn't there some kind of surgery I can do through to fix this?

Doctor: Unfortunately there isn't. There's nothing we can do to repair your back.

Rattlesnake: I see.

Doctor: In any case, everything has checked out and you can leave.

Rattlesnake: I like the sound of that.

With that the doctor leaves the room. But the story about Rattlesnake's back, it was surprising. It should have hurt before, but for some unknown reason, it hasn't. Stranger things have happened.

Rattlesnake climbs out of the bed and grabs his clothes. He has some business to attend to now.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 2: Mr. Red vs. Ryan Cooper vs. Jason Freeman vs. Thunder Train

Match Early Action:

It’s often surprising just how full a ring can feel with four people in it, and the crowd knows this is going to be excellent entertainment value from the outset. Thunder Train makes an early impact, ploughing through the opposition and then deciding to make an example of Cooper, stomping him while he is down on the mat. Turning your back, however, is never a good idea, and Red and Freeman demonstrate that they can co-operate spontaneously when there’s an advantage to be had, rushing him from behind and knocking him down so that he falls on the unfortunate Cooper. “Showtime”, however, isn’t about to take this lying down; he struggles clear and the tables are turned so that he is able to break Freeman away from a joint assault on Train and get him into a corner. The battle becomes hard-fought, with Freeman and Cooper well matched on one side of the ring, and a classic speed vs. power conflict on the other; there is a couple of minutes of intense action before a breakthrough comes. Red sidesteps a lunging blow from the Train, and manages to catch his arm, whipping him back toward the other two competitors. A nasty crash seems a certainty; Freeman sees the big guy coming and dodges, so that Cooper ends up becoming closely acquainted with the turnbuckle pad. But the Train is steaming now, and with speed which belies his frame he throws himself against the ropes and springs forward to meet Red, who is trying a similar run against Freeman. With a roar, Train plucks Red from his feet, continues toward the ropes, and dumps his opponent out cleanly over the top. Red tries in vain to grab the top rope and looks bitterly disappointed – but at least he’s none the worse for wear, which could make all the difference in the Rumble itself.

Match Midway:

Three is the proverbial crowd, and both Cooper and Freeman have a vested interest in dealing with the immediate threat caused by the Train, who now has considerable crowd momentum behind him. Feeling extremely confident, Train is not shy about taking on both men at once – after all, he could be caught in a multi-man beatdown – and the match takes on a real mental edge as the more experienced Freeman allows the energetic Cooper to take a majority of the heavy shots. To his credit, Cooper isn’t slow to realize this, and suddenly twists the match on its head with a Cooper Kick (uppercutting Superkick) which sends Train crashing to the mat in a daze. Freeman at once moves to try and take Cooper down, and fire is met with fire as the two lighter men start to whack seven bells out of one another. Cooper’s shots are fast and strong, and he alternates between forearms, knee strikes and full-on kicks; Freeman’s rate of attack is slower, but his accuracy is high, and Cooper finds it hard to move his opponent from where he wants to be. In the end, it’s the threat of the Train which adds extra urgency to the situation; both men allow themselves to drift toward the ropes, and after a rapid exchange of hit and counter-hit, Cooper finds his way through and manages to clothesline Freeman over the top. Freeman clings on and gets his feet to the apron; but the Train is up and angry, and Cooper neatly moves aside so that Train powers into Freeman before he can get a good grip on the ropes again, sending him toppling out of the match.

Match End:

With only two men left, Train wants an emphatic victory here; he brings Showtime down hard and then proceeds to administer about a minute’s worth of punishment, consisting of body slams with a standing spinebuster thrown in for some variety. It’s at times like this that a true fighting spirit comes to the fore, and Cooper most certainly has it; he makes use of the room available to him in the ring and leads the train on a magical mystery tour, just always out of reach. With Train becoming more fatigued and more angry, Cooper tries to play his trump card; with Train close to the ropes, he comes charging forward and busts out his Kao Dode (leaping Muay Thai knee strike to the face). Train tips up… but to everyone’s surprise he prevents himself from falling, and kicks out hard at Cooper with both feet, sending his foe sprawling. With the crowd now at fever pitch, Train signals the Derailement; he lifts Cooper up high, and Cooper fights for all he’s worth, so that Train can’t deliver the move properly and instead the pair of them collapse. Still determined to strike while the iron is hot, Train struggles up and pulls Cooper to the ropes; he tries to hoist him over the top, and Cooper can’t resist – but he is able to cling on to the middle rope with his legs. Frustrated, Train leans over to try and disentangle him – and that’s when Showtime hooks his neck, pulls, and lets gravity do the rest. Train has nothing to hold on to since Cooper is in the way, and falls to the mats, leaving Cooper dangling and victorious to much crowd acclaim.