Thursday Night Meltdown April 17th 2008

[BK London]

Match 3: Danny Mainer vs. Jay Zero – Non Title (Credit: AJ)

..::ACW::.. JAY ZERO VS. DANNY MAINER ..::MELTDOWN::..

Time limit: 20 Minutes
Referee: Carter Donovan

-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by the “Turning Over a New Leaf” – A personal memoir from ACW superstar Jon Taylor. *-

“The King of Vegas” Danny Mainer
Age: 26
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 183 lbs.
Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada

“The Perfect 10” Jay Zero
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hometown: Portland, Maine

“Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode plays. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.]

“Go Crazy” by Armand Van Helden hits the sound system and out from the back comes the King of Vegas and current ACW International Champion - Danny Mainer! With a cocky walk that puts all others to shame, Mainer makes his way from the entranceway to the ring in little time. Once inside, he spins around in a circle with the title gleaming above his head, a surreal moment for the fans which they soak up with their cameras. Once he’s content with his “photo op,” Mainer hands the title over to Donovan and gets ready to add another “W” to his record.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: With the sounding of the bell we launch into another hotly contested Thursday Night Meltdown contest! Just weeks ago they were teammates. Now, they are nothing more than competitors after the same thing: victory. Locking up in the middle of the ring, both men grapple around until they land on the ropes, Donovan calls for a clean break. Luckily, each man respects the other enough for one to occur and together they begin another grapple. This go around, Zero slips his foot behind Mainer’s and raises their locked arms in the air. With just a slight push he trips Mainer down to the ground and combos with a headlock. Zero twists Mainer’s head as hard as he can as he spins his body around on the mat. Pushing his way vertical, Mainer is able to break free of the lock by shoving Zero to the ropes. There, he bounces off of them and heads back towards Mainer’s direction. Bending down, Mainer catches Zero come back and gives him a huge back body drop! Zero goes flying high in the air and lands awkwardly on his shoulder. Laying on the mat and clutching it in pain, Zero leaves himself wide open for a very smartly executed JOINT MANIPULATION! Mainer does even more damage to Zero’s shoulder and with that, we now head to our match’s midpoint!

MATCH MIDPOINT: During the middle part of this match Jay Zero has had trouble maintaining a vertical balance and that certainly favors the King of Vegas. Thriving in pain on the mat, Zero falls victim to a MAINER AIRLINES! Mainer’s leg goes crashing right across his neck and he follows up with a pin! Donovan makes it to 2.3 before Zero kicks out and gives himself new life. Before he can become “born again,” Mainer continues to batter him to the point where he is an easy target for the MANBEARPLEX! He slaps the bearhug in tight and Zero struggles to break free! In Jay’s favor is the fact that Mainer does not weight much, and he takes full advantage of that fact! Wrapping his own arms around Danny, Jay leaps upwards and manages to drive both into the mat! As soon as they crash, they break free from each other and get vertical! Mainer tries to continue his onslaught but Jay has had enough! Winding his body and launching himself forward, he takes Mainer right off his feet with a nasty whipkick! Danny clutches his mouth but doesn’t get any time to check his teeth as Zero is right on top of him with a double leg drop kick that sends Danny flying out of the ring! As he struggles to get back inside, we move to the final minutes of this match up!

MATCH ENDING: Who’s going to win? Who’s going to lose? In a matter of a few minutes we will find out! Though he still maintains control of this match from its midpoint, Jay Zero watches Mainer regain some ground with some fierce strikes! Sending chop after chop into Zero’s chest, Mainer has softened him up enough to fire back with a spining wheel kick! Zero gets blasted and staggered, he falls into the corner. There he clutches his head in pain as everything around him spins. Seeing an opening, Mainer unleashes with a nasty REALITY BITES! Zero’s head goes snapping backwards and the rest of his body soon follows! This has to be it! Mainer leaps on top of him and hears Donovan’s hand hit the mat once, twice but not a third time! Zero amazingly kicks out and this has Danny absolultely beside himself! In anger, he begins to scale the ropes where he plans on breaking out the biggest moves he has to put Jay down for good! Perching himself atop, he waits for Zero to rise. As soon as he does, Mainer takes a deep breath and tosses his body off the ropes. Catching Mainer off the ropes, Zero is able to counter his flying body press into a ZERO DARKNESS! Mainer takes a slight detour to death valley! Let’s see if he will be leaving anytime soon!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MELTDOWN WINNER: JAY ZERO!

[BK London]

Segment: Ha Ha High Babe (Credit: Flamingo)

[Alex hit the ground again, this time harder than the previous twenty times. Rather than spring right back up like he had before, he laid there huffing and puffing as saliva shot out of his mouth with every breath. The fashionable mohawk and facepaint he normally sported had gone the way of the buffalo and his tattoos were brilliantly showcased under the bright lights as his sweat was thicker. ]

Adrian Flamingo: Get up!

[Adrian growled as he stood over him, his own sweat was beginning to pool around his armpits and upper back. His usual wild curly hair was restrained by a black rubber band and he wore a simple pair of running shorts in the ring. Alex slowly started to pull himself up to his knees, but Adrian gave him a swift boot to the ribs for his troubles.]

Adrian Flamingo: I said get up, Alex!

[Mickey downed a shot of bourbon off to the side of the ring as a smirk stretched across his face. Alex had been a thorn in his side since showing up, constantly getting Mickey in trouble and sticking to Addie's side like glue. It was always fun to watch Addie rough the boy up during their "training" sessions.]

Mickey Flamingo: Kick him again, Addie!

[Adrian ignored his uncle as he stepped toward Alex who, clutching his ribs was beginning to pull himself up with help from the ring ropes. Adrian sneered as he grabbed the boy around the neck and roughly shoved him into the turnbuckles. Alex grimaced as Adrian moved towards him and wrapped Alex's limp mohawk around his fingers.]

Adrian Flamingo: This is PATHETIC, Alex! Look at me when I'm talking to you.

[Now Mickey didn't know if Alex understood English or not, but even if he didn't Mickey was still having a ball. Adrian jerked back on Alex's mohawk, causing Alex to jerk his head back up to meet Adrian eye to eye.]

Adrian Flamingo: If you worked half as hard on your cardio as you did your appearance, taking back suplexs wouldn't wind you nearly as bad.

[Alex grumbled incoherently which resulted in a vicious slap from his new mentor. Alex was trained to take such abuse, so it's effects weren't as devastating as they would've been on any other trainee. Alex smirked in response, which resulted in a heavy punch to his lower abdomen. Alex slumped to the bottom turnbuckle as Adrian stared down at him.]

Adrian Flamingo: You're a one-trick pony, Alex. If all you can do is strike hard, than your opponents will be able to counter every single one of your strikes. You'll look like a jackass in the ring...

[Adrian prodded at Alex with his boots, but Alex was too busy doubled over trying to catch his breath.]

Adrian Flamingo: And I'll be damned if someone who has my name listed as one of their trainers will go out there and make a fool of themselves and ME. Are you listening to me, Alex?

Mickey Flamingo: I dun't think he is, Addie, hit 'em again!

Adrian Flamingo: Shut up, Mickey, or I'll hit you!

[Adrian walked over to the edge of the ring apron and retrieved a water bottle that he tossed at the feet of Alex who cautiously picked it up. After doing so, Adrian stepped out of the ring and took a seat beside Mickey who handed him the bottle of bourbon. One disgusting swig later, Mickey broke the silence.]

Mickey Flamingo: I dun't see why you're trying so hard. That boy is dumb as a gawddamn doornail. All he wants ta do is hit people hard.

Adrian Flamingo: I'm going to change that even if it kills him.

Mickey Flamingo: All I'm sayin' is that I dun't see why yew care so much. In a few months he goes back to his uncle in Japan and that's that.

[Adrian popped the top back on to the bottle of bourbon and handed it back to his uncle with a smile on his face.]

Adrian Flamingo: You've never seen the big picture, Mickey. This business is a 50% deal. One half is spent making your name, the other is spent preparing the next generation to take your place. I'm just simply getting a head start, that's all.

[Mickey unscrewed the bottle and took a swig himself, his old face contorting from the taste of the foul liquid on his tongue. After a short gasp, Mickey slipped the bottle back into the paper bag that he got when he bought it at a liquor store.]

Mickey Flamingo: That's fine and good, Addie, but why him?

[Adrian hadn't taken his eyes off of Alex the entire time he and Mickey started talking. Since then, Alex had managed to stand up and started stretching despite all of the verbal and physical punishment Adrian had given him. Alex was resilient, he was tough, and there was something about him that Adrian just couldn't quite put his finger on.]

Adrian Flamingo: I suppose he reminds me a lot of myself when I was being trained by Blue Panther. Regardless, that boy is our future Mickey.

[Mickey quickly pulled the bottle back out of the bag and took a big swig of it's contents.]

Mickey Flamingo: Lord help us...

[BK London]

Segment: “I’m Not Fit Enough to Stay, Gotta Walk Away” Credit: Senator / ~Aj

[Like the calm before the storm, Thursday mornings are very quiet inside the ACW complex and that’s just the way he likes it. Arriving early in hopes of completing some of his busy work when there isn’t so much clatter and babble soaking the air, the Senator opens the door to his office and steps inside. Flipping the light switch on, his heart almost beats out of his chest the moment he sees a shadowy figure of a man residing to his left. However, before he can break out the Partisan Kick, his body relaxes the moment he realizes he is looking at friend, not foe.]

Senator: Mr. Joseph, this is a surprise. What brings you here so early?

Aiden: I’m leaving. I just wanted to say goodbye before I depart.

Senator: Oh really? When can I expect you back?

Aiden: Never.

[Aiden’s answer stops him dead in his tracks. For a matter of seconds, Phillips stands still before he calmly places his briefcase a top his desk and removes his jacket. Before he responds, Steve raises his wrist to his chest and examines the date on his watch to reconfirm that we have definitely past April the first.]

Senator: Surely you must be joking. Come on, I do not have the time to mess around with trivial humor, and I find this to be borderline juvenile, as far as that goes.

Aiden: I’m not.

Senator: Mr. Joseph, I know you have matured quite a bit over the last few weeks. However, the man that I used to know as Thunderkiss would have not allowed another to dictate his life to him. Granted, you are a better man now, and I hardly wish for you to revert in any way to that, but face it, this terror monger, this "Black and White" cretin, he has now crossed the line of no return, and you can not allow someone to treat a lady, any lady, let alone your pregnant Anna like that! Snap out of this blue funk, rouse yourself, gird your loins, take up your shield, and decimate this sniveling fool! The man who I saw as my arch rival here would not hesitate to snap Black and White in two if he merely crossed his path, and now, you simply decide to leave? Pshaw! You are made of better stuff than this!

[They say the truth hurts. If you were to ask Aiden about the validity of that statement right now, he’d respond with a definitive yes. Considering that Steve’s speaks nothing BUT the truth, his words sting Aiden right in his heart. Instead of showing gratitude for the Senator’s pep talk, he becomes agitated and displays a reaction that is quite irrational.]

Aiden *yelling*: I can’t do this anymore, Senator!

Senator *shouting*: Stand up for yourself!

[Folding his arms and lowering his head, Aiden turns away from his mentor and leans up against the wall. His demeanor is that of a broken man. Since the first time since he became familiar with Aiden, the Senator develops feelings of pity for him.]

Senator: What happened to your fire in your heart?

Aiden: I just don’t care anymore.

Senator: Fine. Remove yourself from these premises. For in this locker room, I only tolerate the presence of those who can stand for themselves. Cowards and quitters are not welcome.

[Aiden’s makes a motion towards the door. There he stands, his eyes following the shadow that his body casts outward from the room. Before he can follow it, Phillips’ voice makes a bid for his attention once more.]

Senator: Aiden...wait.

[Aiden lends his eyes to Phillips. The moment Steve sees his face, he is taken aback by how his look resembles that of a confused child.]

Senator: Look, I know I had to resort to some harsh wording there, but it was necessary in this case. I would not waste my time if you were not worth it. Never forget the problems of any Stable member are that of the entire group. Just as we are here for each other, we also are here for you. Before you do anything harsh, please reconsider your decision. Give it a few days. If you still feel the same way at that point, then at least, you made a thoughtful decision, and I will respect that. Deal?

[He bites his lip inward. For the last few days Aiden was convinced he was making the correct decision. Now after the Senator’s talk he’s not so sure. He’s spent a life time filling his heart with regret, the last thing he want’s to do is add to it.]

Aiden: Yes. Deal.

[The two say no more. Aiden leaves the Senator to his duties, duties that will be extremely difficult to perform with this ordeal hanging over the his head. As he watches Aiden leave, Steve cannot help but feel as sense of responsibility over Aiden’s plight. Weeks ago he came to him to set his wrongs right and all that has transpired for him thus far is a plunge deeper into darkness. Being a man of action rather than feelings, Steve’s brain immediately begins to churn out a plan to succeed where his former team failed him and free Aiden of his current “problem.”]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: A proposal
Credit: Jon Taylor, Senator

Meltdown returns from a commercial break. It isn't long since the newest stable member of The Second Coming, "Iron Jaw" Johnson was introduced to his stable mates by Jon Taylor and it looks like Taylor still has a lot planned for the night! The scene opens up outside the Senatorial Stable locker room, where inside Senator and The Capitalists can be seen. However, it is outside where our interest lies for now. As right on cue loud footsteps can be heard making their way in the direction of the Senatorial Stable locker room. These footsteps belong not to one person, but in fact two. As the two people approach it is clear one of them must have very large feet from the noise they are generating. It is of course Jon Taylor and his "protection", "Iron Jaw" Johnson. Taylor looks to be even more confident than usual (if that's even possible), while Iron has a sly smile on his face indicating that his in the mood to hand out some punishment. Taylor and Iron stop outside of the locker room where Taylor simply stares at the door for a few moments and Iron waits for further instruction. Satisfied with whatever he was examining Taylor nods to Iron, who in turn lunges towards the door shoulder first. This of course smashes the door against the wall and results in it being knocked off its hinges.

Inside the locker room Senator and The Capitalists look shocked and surprised by the sudden dismantling of the door and both Fitsharris and Kalb jump up and rush over to investigate, Senator however takes a more conservative approach and merely observes for the time being. As Fitsharris and Kalb reach the door they are met by the huge frame of Iron. Both men attempt to stumble back while Iron merely grins. At this point in time Taylor is not visible behind the frame of Iron and both The Capitalists and Senator look confused.


Kevin Fitsharris | The Dumb One: Who the hell are you?

Iron doesn't answer; he merely steps aside to reveal Taylor. The Capitalists seem unsure whether to back off or confront Iron and Taylor. Taylor looks over towards Senator who has kept his distance for now with a grin on his face.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fancy seeing you here, old man!

Taylor takes a step forward towards Senator, in front of Iron. The Capitalists look to stop Taylor, however Senator has other ideas.

The Senator | The Senatorial Leader: No. I have no need for your assistance in dealing with Mr. Taylor, I am more than capable of dealing with him myself, thank you.

Senator now changes his gaze to Taylor, Iron waits behind staring at The Capitalists with a look of glee on his face.

Senator | The Senatorial Leader: Now, Mr. Taylor, would you mind filling me in on not only why you not only had this accomplice of yours smash my door off of its very hinges but also as to the fact why you are even here in the first place!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ah, why of course! How rude of me! I thought i'd pay you a visit to...give you a warning.

Senator looks confused while Taylor remains focused while still grinning.

Senator | The Senatorial Leader: A warning? Is this some sort of threat. If so, I can most certainly assure you I need no warning whatsoever in that regard!

Taylor takes another step forward, looking directly into Senator's eyes. Senator holds his ground while The Capitalists continue to look unsure what to do about the large behemoth staring down at them.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Some sort of threat? No...this is more a polite warning about what will happen if you don't--

Senator looks perplexed.

Senator | The Senatorial Leader: If I failt to do what, Mr. Taylor? I am unsure whether you are trying out some sort of intimidation tactic following your unfortunate attack on Warfare, but I can assure you that I have delt with blackmail and intimidation in the past, and come out the stronger individual.

Taylor chuckles while Senator looks defiant.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You seem fairly confident in yourself old man, after all I'm sure Iron here would be delighted to take care of you.

Iron's face lights up, however Taylor gives him a look to say don't get your hopes up.

Senator | The Senatorial Leader: But would that not defeat the purpose of proving to me your asinine arguement, stating that I am "not to fit to be a competitor still," along with what else you hope to achieve by somehow defeating me?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Don't get ahead of yourself there, Steve. I have plenty of motivators other than proving to the world that you are no more worthy of standing in the ring than an untrained child is. However, we seem to be drifting off subject here. I came here to tell you that Warfare was only the beginning. The beginning of the end of your career. You know as well as I do that if Savich and Limelight didn't turn up that I would of not only ended the match there and then, I would of ended your career. You saw what happened to Blaine Stone, and you saw what happened to that "thing" he likes to call a nose. You were mere seconds from meeting the same fate. I came here tonight to give you a warning, a final ultimatum. Give up now, admit that I, Jon Taylor am a better competitor than yourself and I will spare you. I will let you leave on your accord; you can say your goodbyes and make a dignified exit. The choice is yours Steve, the choice is yours. However, let me warn you; what happened to Stone is a mere fraction of the punishment I will inflict upon if you reject my proposal.

Taylor looks deadly serious and confident as he delivers each word of each sentence. As he finishes however, it is Senator this time who takes a step forward towards Taylor, leaving the two men face to face.

Senator | The Senatorial Leader: Do not try to kid yourself, Mr. Taylor - I have faced many men in my long and decorated career and I can safely that although you may be one of the most idiotic and annoying specimens I have had the unfortunate experience of crossing paths with you are hardly the most dangerous. Despite your midguided, and borderline blasphemous belief in that you are some sort of god; I can thankfully say that you are far from achieving divine status. So as much as it pains me to do so, I must turn down your proposal, as I am quite confident in my abilities to dispose of your inflated ego once and for all!

The two men continue stare down as Iron and The Capitalists can be seen observing their actions, though Iron seems to be keeping a firm watch on The Capitalists as well. Taylor's grin slowly disappears and he looks more serious and focused than ever before.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Then so be it. Let it be known, old man - you sealed your own fate, not me. At Fallen Heroes your legacy and your fate along with your broken body shall lay in ruins. At Fallen Heroes your career and your livelihood shall no longer exist.

As Taylor finishes his last sentence he slowly begins to back off towards the door, still looking Senator directly in the eye. As he reaches the door way Iron follows, and the two men leave a relieved pair of Fitsharris and Kalb with an equally determined and focused Senator.

Fade.

[BK London]

"Oops, You Fell For It Again" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Anonymous)

Despite being retired, Rattlesnake found himself in ACW's hallowed halls once again. Being a part of the tag team match on Warfare was a request of Sarin. Their win was the first one they had seen as a team. It was Rattlesnake's second win in some time. The feeling was gratifying, but somewhat upsetting.

Why upsetting? While it was something he liked, he knew that if he wanted more, he'd have to retract his retirement and set foot inside the ring again. While that was very tempting, it's just not in the cards for him.

He walks through the halls until he stands in front of Sarin's locker room. It was at this spot that The Revolutionary attacked him with a YKO and stuffed a bloody tampon in his mouth.

Rattlesnake: It happened here. This spot right here. I was attacked and then, in a sense, violated. Of all the things to do, that had to happen.

That taste was still in his mouth. No matter how many times he spit or used mouthwash, that taste was still there. It was something that would be difficult to get rid of.

Rattlesnake: But what should I do now? I know what I've been told. I know what I can and can't do. It puts me in a difficult spot.

The decision that lies in front of him isn't the easiest one. Basically, he can adhere to the doctor's suggestion and avoid any strenuous activities. If he did that, it's safe to say that he wouldn't appear at Fallen Heroes. In fact, this day would be the final appearance in an ACW arena.

Or he could go against what the doctor said. This would have him appear at Fallen Heroes. He would be at ringside for Sarin's title match and he would finally have his encounter with The Revolutionary. It would, in essence, end everything that's happened over the last 2 months. The Revolutionary's reign of threats and whatnot would finally be at an end.

Each choice has it's own consequences. Good and bad. But with the choice taken, it leaves the other choice as something that would never happen. A possibility that would never come to be. A reality destroyed because he went one way instead of the other.

That's what Rattlesnake faces. It's as simple as left or right, but it's as difficult as having two friends on the verge of dying and knowing you can only save one, deciding which one to save. Probably not the best way to put it, but the idea does come across.

Rattlesnake: If only I had some help in this. If only I had some guidance into what I should do.

He knew that he had to talk to Sarin. He had to tell her everything that was going on. What the doctor told him, what The Revolutionary told him, everything. Only then could he come to his decision. He knocks on the locker room door.

Rattlesnake: Sarin, we need to-

Before Rattlesnake can finish, his head gets thrown into the door. His head bounces off, making the impact felt even stronger. Had it not bounced, the impact would have been less. Rattlesnake slides down the door slowly and hits the ground.

"I said it before. You just don't learn. You keep coming back for more. Why? Why do you do it? Is it the whole idea of perseverance? Is it the change for revenge? Is it your fate to try and be a hero to everyone? Why do you do it?"

Rattlesnake lies on the ground. Why does he do it? It wasn't something he really thought about. He usually made quick decisions. But this time it was different. He was acting on instinct. Each time he did, he was maliciously attacked.

Once again, as he was faced with the choice for Fallen Heroes, he realized that he was experiencing the results of another choice. He chose to stay involved with Sarin and subsequently ACW. He chose to still be a part of ACW, even during his retirement. Therefore, he chose to be the victim of these assaults.

Rattlesnake: It's because I choose to.

"You choose to? That's the best answer you can come up with? I never would have expected that from you. But you didn't expect this would be happening to you. You should expect this though."

The Revolutionary picks up the downed Rattlesnake and sets him up for a powerbomb, but in a quick change of plans, he grabs Rattlesnake's arms and hoists him into a piledriver position.

"I told you to expect the unexpected, Rattlesnake. I told you."

With that said, Rattlesnake gets dropped with the Wings of the Fallen. He lies unconscious on the ground.

"You're making this too easy. Fallen Heroes is just over a week away and I can't believe that you still have gotten this through your thick skull. You can't beat me. You shouldn't even try. You should be ashamed of yourself. Stop wasting my time like this."

The Revolutionary walks away, leaving Rattlesnake on the floor. He opens his eyes slowly. He looks around for a second before grinning. His grinning turns to laughter. And it seems Rattlesnake has finally blown a circuit. Took him long enough with all this happening.

It seems as if his choice has been made.

Fade Out

[BK London]

Match 4: Showtime's Gauntlet of Assorted Doom (Credit: Showtime/Jay Zero)

It's gauntlet time, and the clock is ticking on the sound system, which could obviously mean one thing, obvious because Showtime's AlphaTron video begins to play. Just as the introduction 'Wow' by Kia Shine begins to play, Showtime burst through the curtain and absorbs the reaction that the fans give him, his head moving from left to right. A few practice punches get thrown by Showtime as the rap begins.

Look at my hair
Look at my shoes
Look at my jeans
Look at my jewels
All you can say is wow... Wow..
All they can say is wow... Wow..

Showtime bends down and then rises back to full height, extending his arms high above him. At this time, there is an extravagant display of pyrotechnics, with silver and gold fireworks going off. Showtime's reaction is mixed to say the very least. The marks all love Showtime because of his hilarious nature and ability in the ring, but the people with actual morals hate the guy because they have sticks up their asses. Then, chorus is repeated with a harder bass-line.


Look at my car.
Look at my style.
When I pull up..
I drive the girls wild..
All they can say is wow.. Wow..
All they can say is wow.. Wow..

He walks down the ramp with that typical swagger he has in his step slowly to soak in the adulation (and even the jeers) from the fans, letting it stroke his ego. He climbs onto the apron and rolls underneath the ring before rising up and climbing the turnbuckle, raising both arms into the air. Looking from side to side at the legion of fans, he waves his hands to get them hyped up.

Showtime: What time is it?!!

Random Male Fan: FUCK OFF!

That grabs Showtime's attention quickly, and he turns toward the fan with an irritated look on his face.

Showtime: Hey, shut the fuck up! Showtime gets more bitches in one night than you've gotten in a lifetime, turkey!

Hopping down from the turnbuckle with a bit of a spin, the cocky grappler swings his arms back and forth, looking at his opponent across the ring as the music fades off. This is a bad sign.. Skinny, white kid with red generic tights, and hair that looks like he should be in a Whitesnake video. All of these indicate that this is in fact a jobber, but no... no. Showtime goes and grabs a mic before walking into the middle of the ring.

Showtime: It's.. SHOWTIME!! God, you people love me, don't you?!

Showtime holds his arms out and basks in the reaction of the fans, mostly loud boos, but hey! You gotta work with what you got! Showtime turns towards his opponent who looks like he should be working with the ring crew instead of in a match.

Showtime: Now, I told you that I would be grabbing top talent for this competition, and Showtime has delivered again! I have the distinct pleasure of being in the ring with Iowa's fastest-rising professional wrestler.. What's your name, kid?

Showtime holds the mic to the kid's mouth.

Iowa Kid: Umm... My name's Ed Cellen-

WHACK!! BY GAWD, KEENG! Showtime just laid that kid out with the microphone!! Such a dastardly deed shall not go unpunished, and Showtime's punishment is a chorus of boos. Too bad Showtime thinks that this is hilarious, seeing the kid rolling around on the mat, holding his jaw in pain. Don't worry. Showtime shows his character by helping kid up... before pulling the kid in with the deadly Kao Dode that put the kid away. He waves his hand for the referee to sound the bell and come in for the count as Showtime lays on the prone opponent. Then again, seeing how this kid just got hit by Showtime's patented maneuver, you could count to a hundred; he's not getting up. At least the referee made it easy and just counted to three.

Showtime rises to his feet and holds his hands up as he basks in glory (or hatred), acting like he's the new ACW Heavyweight Champion or something. Unfortunately, Showtime doesn't have much time to celebrate seeing how this is a gauntlet match. Canada's national anthem plays on the sound system.. A great professional wrestler from Canada? There's a long list right there. Who could it be? The suspense has Showtime worried, biting his nails as he looks toward the stage as he waits anxiously for his next opponent: none other than Pierre the Masked Canuck! Who wouldn't be worried? Pierre is a former Rainbow Pro Wrestling Wild Cherry Champion, and he dons the mask of the great Canadian heroes such as El Generico and the Blue Blazer, God rest his soul.

Pierre rolls underneath the ring, and like many luchadors before him, Pierre gets border tossed from outside of the ring. No, it's not a tossing Crucifix bomb.. Showtime simply throws Pierre over the top rope, and the referee calls for the bell. A new rule has been revealed: you can lose by being thrown out of the ring! Oh, the odds are against Showtime at this point as he waits for his next opponent...

It’s ME!
It’s ME!
It’s!
JAY!
Z!

REACH OUT
AND
TOUCH FAITH!

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Depeche Mode's “Personal Jesus”? could only mean one person.. The fans breaking out with loud cheers. That could mean one thing. Showtime watches on in horror as the man that he mocked relentlessly appears... but something's wrong here. This guy has the same build as Jay. This guy looks like he got into a fight with a barber and lost just like Jay.. He wears the same gay mascara as Jay.. A close-up of the guy's face, however, proves that it's not Jay Zero but a really ugly impersonator. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. --'Jay', earing white and black boas, struts himself down the ramp way, but he stops to flirt with that hot brunette in front row with the nice rack. Too bad she's not into transexuals and Japanese guys because she pushes him away, causing him to fall on his ass, but he's Jay Zero, dammit, or that's what Showtime would want you to believe. In fact, Showtime is laughing his ass off as Jay's ugly twin brother rolls underneath the bottom rope before standing up and removing his boa.

The fans are hating this display, but the show still continues with the impersonator getting into Showtime's face. The two argue until Showtime simply lays down on the mat, letting Jay have a free move in, and what a move it is! The double goes towards the ropes to springboard, signifying that he is going for Zero Gravity, but this Jay has the grace of a newborn zeebra, meaning that he falls on his face back into the ring as soon as he goes in for the springboard. Showtime's quick to take advantage, kipping up before going in behind the double who was crawling on the mat before Showtime shows off a move that is new to ACW: Kawada kicks to the groin!! Another rule of the match has been revealed: it's no disqualification! Showtime's making these rules up as we go along, of course, but the fun would soon end...

As the action continues inside the ring tension is building outside of it. Wasting no more time at all, here comes the interruption Showtime may not have been looking forward to.

It’s ME!
It’s ME!
It’s!
JAY!
Z!

REACH OUT
AND
TOUCH FAITH!

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“Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode blares over the Sound System and hundreds of fans jump to their feet. In the ring, Showtime jumps a bit too, startled by the music. He pushes the miniature Jay Zero down to the mat and spins around to face the Alphatron.

[BK London]

Jay calmly makes his way out onto the stage with a slight grin on his face. In his hand is the same steel chair that he used to strike Showtime Ryan Cooper with before. He’s cleaned up from his match against Danny Mainer and looks ready to settle this piece of business. Showtime smiles wide at Jay Zero before turning back around and grabbing “Jay” by the fake hair and lifting him to his feet.

Right at this moment Jay takes off, SPRINTING to the ring. Showtime of course is now too caught up trying to show boat in front of him to take notice. The crowd explodes in cheers and finally Ryan Cooper takes notice. He turns around just in time to see Jay hit the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. Ryan twists his body and slingshots the fakeJay into the real one and then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, backing away from the action. Jay swings over the top rope with the chair but to no avail as Showtime starts to hightail it a bit over towards the rampway, laughing the entire time.

Jay slams the chair against the ring mat and walks over towards the opposite side of the ring that faces the announce table and requests a microphone. Philip stands up and walks one over to him where he proceeds to turn it on and turn back towards the Alphatron where Showtime is now walking.

Zero: Hey Hey Hey! Showtime! Hold up! Don’t you go anywhere! [/color]

Showtime turns around, looking back into the ring. The midget Jay Zero is slowly starting to stand up now.

Zero: Ryan, why’d you go and back off man? [/color]


Jay looks down at the chair, and then back up at Showtime and starts laughing.

Zero: Ohh! Ha! No! Haha! No, you didn’t think I was gonna hit you with that, did you?! Hahahaha! [/color]

On the stage Showtime starts to mouth off, but all the camera picks up is “Yeah okay! Whatever!”

Zero: C’mon man! That’s shady! That’s not me! See, I was backstage, right? Well, first, I heard my music and just thought it must have been some technical messup – but then I turned on a TV and saw Jay Zero in the ring! [/color]

He pulls the mic away and just shakes his head in amazement.

Zero: Yeah, I know! It blew my mind too! There I was, thinking I was backstage, but apparently I was in the ring too! Who woulda thunk it? [/color]

Showtime just shakes his head with a cocky grin still on his face.

Zero: So yeah, after I saw me in here, I thought to myself “If there’s another Jay Zero out there, and he happens to be just as good as the original, then that means HE can beat me at Fallen Heroes!” So obviously I did what any other sane person would do and try to come out here to rattle his brains! I gotta protect that win, y’know Showtime! [/color]

The imposter Jay Zero looks at the real Jay and then up at Showtime, as if he’s going to try and think up a plan. Jay keeps laughing at himself and then turns around to see the imposter trying to leave the ring.

Zero: HEY! You stay here! [/color]

The phony looks at Jay, worried. Jay bends over and grabs the steel chair and looks at it with a huge smile. Showtime starts to say no in attempt to protect the paid artist while the imposter tries pleading with Jay.

Zero: Hey man! Chill! I’m not gonna do anything! See, it’s gone! [/color]

He tosses the chair out of the ring sending it crashing down onto the stage which makes a loud crashing noise. Suddenly the imposter seems a lot more calm as he starts to chuckle along with Jay.

Zero: Showtime I gotta give it to you. This really was pretty funny actually! I mean look at this guy! He looks JUST like me! It’s AWESOME! There’s another Jay Zero around! Just look at that mascara, all uneven and dripping down his face! And – and THAT HAIR! WOW! [/color]

Jay walks over and grabs the hair. He pulls it and lets just say the guy doesn’t move along with it. Yikes.

Zero: …I didn’t even know they made wigs this fashionable! That’s astonishing! [/color]

He tosses the wig outside of the ring and looks at Showtime with a nice smile.

Zero: Nice work Ryan! This is really amazing! I don’t know what you were trying to make me do or whatever. Like if you were trying to piss me off or somethin’, sorry man but it didn’t really work. And if you’re wondering if I’m gonna apologize about hittin’ you with that chair a few weeks ago --- ehh, I don’t regret doing that at ALL! Frankly, the one thing that I do regret, is that this wannabe in the ring doesn’t go by the name “Showtime” Ryan Cooper! [/color]

Catching everybody off guard, Jay suddenly swings his body around and dishes out a hard toe kick right to the gut of the imposter. He double over in pain, holding his stomach and it doesn’t take long for Jay to pull the mans arms and put his arm between his legs and hoist him up onto his shoulders in a firemans carry position.

Jay rotates around so that he can face Showtime and mouths out “ Next time, this is gonna be you!”[/color] He begins spinning around and then finally stops and runs forward a few steps before flipping the imposter and making him land right on his neck with a vicious, ring shaking, neck breaking, numbing Zero Darkness.

Showtime scowls and flinches a bit, all the way on the top of the stage as he sees his paid associate get drilled into the ring mat like that. Jay stands up to the cheers of all the fans and raises his arm up as “Personal Jesus” begins to play once more. The scene fades out with the two staring each other down.

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[BK London]

SEGMENT 11: Killing Caitlynn (Credit: Dan Mainer)

In the centre of a dining room is Danny Mainer strapped to a chair to in the centre of a chequered tile-flooring kitchen of the Vegas home, which he tried to burgle, yet failed miserably to do. He’s tied to a wooden rocking chair by some ropes and a pair of handcuffs. Seemingly, the owner of this household has not quite called the police yet and as he paces across the floor in a dressing gown and sandals cradling the shotgun he seems angry yet anxious. This man appears to be a fairly young man, slightly older then Danny. He has a well defined face, a slight cleft in his jaw however and he has a fairly youngish face and a perfect short and sensible hair-do of a light brown colour, think Chris Hansen. Cradling the shotgun in his hands he looks over at the masked Danny Mainer.

Man: So, kid. You say you’ve got a perfectly good, logical explanation for why you were in my house?

Danny: Yeah. I’ve got a fucking great reason for breaking in, I’m the electricity man and I wanted to check your TV’s were going to explode.

Danny rolls his eyes under the mask as the man gets visibly aggravated.

Man: Don’t give me fucking cheek you jackass. You’re lucky I’m even giving you the opportunity to talk. Now you’ve got 10 seconds to start spilling your guts before I dial 911 so they can drag your punk ass out in a bodybag.

Danny: Alright fuck it, you wanna know why I broke into your house? Because I need the fucking money to bust the only woman I have ever loved out of some southern-fried shit with the mob. She’s 15,000 dollars in debt and I need it by the end of this week.

As the Chris Hansen look-a-like in the dressing gown paces back and forth listening not quite to the words of Danny but his vocal tone a click of recognition hits his mind.

Man: Oh yeah? Who the fuck are you anyways?

Danny: Do I have to degrade myself for you?

Man: Yeah, unfortunately. Who are you kid? I know you.

The man reaches forward and tears the balaclava off his head violently jerking his head to the side, he nearly drops the gun in shock as it turns out he knows him all to well.

Man: Masterson?!

Danny: Oh dear God… you have got to be shitting me.

Man: Do you remember me? My name is Jack Turner. I was like in the Senior year when you were a Freshman. I saved you from getting your ass handed to you by some fat dick with blonde hair?

Danny: Oh shit. I am so sorry for all of this… I didn-…

Jack Turner cuts him off as he grabs a knife off of one of the kitchen surfaces cutting him free of the ropes but he turns to rage out of misunderstanding at snaps at the man/

Jack: I save you from countless sagas of you getting your ass handed to you by douche holes and you fucking rob me? What the fuck is your problem man?

Danny: Dude, I told you why I’m doing this and I haven’t spoken to you for years, how the fuck was I s’posed to know you lived here?

Jack: Fair point. Now explain this story from the start, I assume by “Love of your Life” you mean that girl Caitlynn you used to hang out with, right?

Danny: Correct. She got a little drunk and took out a lone from Toni Seriapache and blew 10k in one ni-

Jack: Say no more, when’s the deadline?

Danny: Next Sunday, if it’s Thursday now that means I have 10 days to get the cash together.

Jack: Don’t worry about it, I’ll cover it all but you’ve gotta’ let me handle my own personal business with Seriapache.

Danny: You know Toni?

Jack: Never met him, but our relationship is fucking personal.

Danny: Care to explain?

Jack: Well, alright seeing as I’m going to help you might as well know the story. About a year ago, I’d finished up working on my Sports Store where I sell football, hockey, baseball kit, basically any sport that you can think of and we even ship in some of those new, experimental sports from foreign countries like Glow in the Dark Frisbees and shit like that. Anyways, after my store opened, Seriapache sent in his boys and we’re basically on his protection racket. He doesn’t do fuck all for me, I’ve often been robbed by other gangs. The stolen gear doesn’t get replaced, the people that stole the crap wind up getting killed but the money is kept and the gear is sold on the black market but if we don’t cough up he’s pretty much promised to put us into liquidation. Despite all of the thorns that he was giving us my empire expanded and now we’ve got a chain of 5 all across Nevada as well as the fact that I own a few houses out to rent. I’m more or less loaded and I finally got off Seriapache’s payroll and onto another, more reliable gangs who as unfortunate as it is, is an old school friend of mine.

My friend, who calls himself “Axeman” runs a gang of his own and needless to say that when shit got back to Seriapache he went wacko. I pay Axeman’s crew in discount sports gear, mainly stuff like golf clubs, hockey sticks and baseball bats, shit that’ll probably hit more skulls then balls and as such the crime shot up. Seriapache was pleased to say the least and killed a good few of my staff as well as destroying two of my stores and failing to kill me via Car Bomb which more or less totalled my Range Rover. Needless to say I’m not happy about that and I’ve wanted revenge. Seriapache has left my businesses well alone but the amount of Overlords, Axeman’s gang members that he kills is getting to me so I tell you what Mainer, I’ll give you 15,000 dollars and I’ll make sure that Seriapache is taken care of if you do me a favour.

Danny: Alright, what’s the favour? I’m interested.

Jack: I want you to do something simple, I want you to put the briefcase down in wherever he designated you to put the money and I want you to just turn around and walk off. That’s all I need you to do and after that you’ll have your girlfriend back safe and sound. Whaddya say?

Danny: … You’ve got a deal Turner.

[Fade]

[BK London]

Segment: The Insurance Policy Part 1
Credit: Jon Taylor, Fallen Souls

The scene opens up at the backstage area, it is now nearer toward the end of the show and many superstars can be seen in the large open sections of the backstage area or in their respective locker rooms. The place of our interest in this particular segment is in fact The Second Coming locker room. Inside there is only one member, and that man is Fallen Souls. Fallen seems to be fairly content though doesn't look to be doing much apart from sitting in some peace and quiet, and staring at a wall. Of course, peace and quiet never lasts long in ACW...and tonight is no exception! A short amount of time passes until suddenly the door of the locker room swings open and collides with the wall. A startled Fallen looks up to see the only person it could possibly be; Jon Taylor! With his trademark smirk on his face he steps into the room and approaches Fallen who's gaze has now changed from being fixated on the wall to Taylor.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Oh no! Taylor is back to ruin my day one word at a time! So much for relaxation...Weren't you supposed to be busy with Steve?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Already taken care of. It took a mere matter of seconds to batter him into submission until he finally gave in and proclaimed that I was the better man!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: In other words, you failed miserably and made an ass out of yourself?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No! I gave him the opportunity to leave quietly and that I wouldn't break his body at Fallen Heroes if he did, but the senile old man said no! The cheek! Well, at Fallen Heroes Steve's going to find out what happens when you say no to Jon Taylor!

Fallen smiles.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I'm sure he'll go deaf eventually and have no choice but retire, and you'll be helping him get there. Speaking of where, where's the green giant?

Taylor looks at Fallen confused before finally twigging.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I sent him to the food court since we have a bit of business to take care of and he isn't exactly the most inconspicuous figure is he?

This time it is Fallen's turned to be confused. It's like a battle of confusion!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: What do you mean by business? Is this another one of your stupid plans that will inevitably back fire and make us look bad for doing it? Oh right...the 'Insurance Policy'...so it is!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: My plans never back fire! Besides, it's too late to turn back now anyway...

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: How can it possibly be too late to turn back? We haven't done anything yet!....right? What the hell did you do?

Taylor's smirk turns into a grin as he heads over to his locker on the other side of the room. He opens it and pulls out a rectangular black object. He closes the locker and returns to Fallen.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: This is here is our little "gift" for the good man.

Taylor opens the object was is now clear to be a briefcase and reveals the money inside of it.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Wait a second, if you wanted us to look inconspicuous and casual why are we carrying around a briefcase? That's stupid.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, it wasn't exactly going to fit inside my wallet was it? Besides, Steve carries one of these around all the time - he doesn't get stopped backstage!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Yeah, but he actually has a reason too. Last I checked you weren't a Senator.

Taylor thinks for a moment or two before replying.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Oh well, this will have to do, we have to get going!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Why is that? Is this going to be some kind of zany adventure that ends with us learning a morale lesson?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: To meet the contact at the arranged time, of course! You're a bit slow tonight aren't you, Fallen?

Fallen sighs while Taylor looks anxious to go.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: This better not end up being a waste of my time, Taylor. I'm already exhausted. I mean, I had to take a cab to get back here before the end of the show and now I'm running around looking for some 'contact'. Is this guy even checked out? I mean, you didn't just pick someone at random did you?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: But of course, I'm not stupid am I! So anyway, we better go before we lose the opportunity!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Who said your not stupid? Well fine! Let's get this over with! I swear though, if this doesn't work out exactly as it was planned I'm done listening to your plans. In fact, if it doesn't work Showtime gets to come up with the next plan.

As Fallen gets to his feet Taylor's grin widens.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: What, no fair! I'm the leader I get to do the plans damn it!Anyway, we really should get going since we have to meet the contact in the depths of the arena...

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Are we going to get lost again? Legend has it there's a minotaur down there you know...I don't want to deal with that.

And as poor Fallen tries to finish his sentence it is too late as Taylor has already opened the door and is half way through the door way! With a sigh Fallen follows him. Will Taylor's "insurance policy" work? Find out in a bit!

To be continued.

[BK London]

Segment: The Great Space War Part 6: THE RAGING CLIMAX/Finale.

Years later...

X, Zapp, Kif and John are all still locked inside a cell at the base. Their other companions seem to have retreated in time and are requesting help from the government to try and stop the aliens. However, the last transmission shows the government wants nothing more to do with them. Sadly this means our heroes will probably end up rotting in prison.

Zapp: I don't understand. This is not how the history books say it went. Not only are we stuck here, this is total uncharted territory. We could be miles away from Earth.

Kif: No, this area is charted. You lost the chart!

X: Guys! Listen, this ain't no make believe. Opens your eyes and see, this might be the end of humanity unless we take a stand. We have been here too long for us to Fission Mail this. Now, before we were captured I saw an explosives area where we could possibly plant a bomb. So here's the plan, when they come tomorrow to take us for our execution we will kill them take their weapons then go back to that auditorium place and kill their leader. Understand?

John: WHAT? That's a suicide mission!

X: It's our only chance to get out. You gotta trust me on this.

The Next Day

The cell door opens and two guards walk in. They only see Kif sitting on his bed when all of the sudden X and Zapp attack them. Killing them and taking their weapons. They all exit the cell and X runs down the hall toward a place labeled "Weapons." He gets inside to reveal many different types of futuristic weapons, lasers, quad-lasers, the cool lasers from Moonraker and of course, explosives. X grins then takes a stockpile of them and a gun. He leaves the weapons area then heads towards the bottom of the base. Meanwhile, the other 3 are trying to kill the leader. They go up a set of stairs and reach an upper part of the auditorium. From there they try to snipe the leaders head but Zapp cannot aim and keeps missing.

Zapp: Blast! Men, prepare to run!

A commotion of aliens start attacking the trio which leaves the leader unguarded. X appears from behind and shoots the alien leader in the back. The gunshot silences the room and the aliens turn and look at X.

X: LISTEN! YOU GUYS HAVE 10 MINUTES TO GET OFF THIS PLANET!

X runs out the doors and through the hallways. The three men leave the base and start running towards the area the ship landed. Inside the base X is able to lure about 95% of the aliens towards the basement. He opens a door to the mean reactor room and to the surprise of the aliens, the room is loaded with bombs. X smirks and sets off the detonator, destroying the base and Mars (A new Mars was built in 1995, thats the one you see today).

On the other side of things, the three man successfully left the planet and look back at a total destruction of the planet. Mr. Smith appears on the screen to talk to the troops.

Mr. Smith: WHAT WAS THAT?

Zapp: That was me destroying the enemy sir.

Mr. Smith: So they are all dead?

Zapp: Yes, all their bases are belong to us.

Mr. Smith: Good, now report back to Earth soon. We have a surprise for you.

Zapp salutes then the screen disappears. The ship continues to Earth then flies towards Area 51. John, however, decides in a tribute to X he will fly the fighter X used to kill Star Wolf. The two ships are almost there when John's ship starts to malfunction. He goes off course and crashes into Canada. The main ship lands and everyone gets off. Their victory is short lived however as after all the men line up.... They are shot, except for Kif and Zapp. They have their minds erased and are sent back to the future. John destroys the remains of the ship he had then tries to get to the nearest city...

Present Day

Dr. No:...and that's the way it happened.

Thunder Train: Wow....well thanks for the true story about what happened.

Dr. No: You're very welcome. But remember, you can't tell anyone about this.

Thunder Train: Yes, I understand

There you have it. This story (which even threw me off a couple times. Then again only like 3 people read all this so for those 3 people I'm sorry about the confusion. <_<) is finally over. We now know the real truth about what happened in a story you never heard of...

End...finally..

[BK London]

Retribution
Alex Richmond


The fans, on their feet as the camera pans around, are clearly enjoying tonight’s brilliant action. They’ve seen some top quality matches and can only expect better to come as we build towards tonight’s Main Event – Adrian Flamingo vs. Andrew Starr in a Beat the Clock Competition. For now though, there are other matters to deal with as the ACW Theme begins playing. The crowd look up to the top of the ramp where, flanked by four members of ACW security, Peter Resinowitz appears. This is a big moment as Resinowitz looks to expose the corrupt Jeremy Richmond. He walks down the ramp, a nervous smile on his face as the crowd cheer him on, surrounded by the security team in a formation that looks like the five on a dice – Resinowitz being placed in the centre, of course.

He climbs the steps alone, the security team arranging themselves around the ring, and raises the briefcase up high above his head as he steps into the ring. This draws a large pop from the crowd as they will him on, hoping to hear some particularly interesting dirt about Alex Richmond’s father. Philip Jones hands Resinowitz a microphone as the music stops playing. There is a moment of silence as Resinowitz composes himself before bringing the mic up to his lips.

Resinowitz: Since the beginning of this year you have seen me associated with one man, a man who I grew to despise – this man is Alex Richmond. I have a long history with the Richmond family and I was Jeremy’s personal lawyer and advisor for 20 years – since Alex was merely a child. I was the one who negotiated all Jeremy’s big deals and, when the time came, he decided I should be doing the same for his son.

I did my job without complaint, despite knowing I was being deliberately pushed out of the bigger picture, and was able to negotiate a contract for Alex here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. Alex thought this made him a star, he thought as the “star he is” that he could treat me no better than a dog in the street!

The crowd cheer as Resinowitz shows his ill-feeling to the treatment at the hands of Alex Richmond, showing him their support.

Resinowitz: I stood for it for a while but it got worse and all came to a head last week when he somehow expected me to grant him a title match despite not getting any wins! It was an impossible task that I couldn’t possibly pull off yet he wouldn’t accept he was being unreasonable and “fired” me! Then, as I’m sure you’re all aware, he proceeded to attack me – knocking me unconscious. Immediately afterwards I was rushed to hospital where I was told I was lucky that I hadn’t suffered any permanent damage. They told me I could easily have broken my neck!

Resinowitz pauses as the crowd boo loudly, a “Richmond is an asshole!” chant echoing around the arena. The hand holding the microphone hangs limp at his side as he mulls over his next words in his mind before bringing the mic back up to his lips, fire in his eyes and an ugly sneer on his face.

Resinowitz: Well you know what, Alex?! You underestimated me! You thought I’d take it and just roll over – well you’re wrong! I’m going to hit you where it really hurts ... your wallet! See, as soon as this gets out your father is going to end up in some deep dark hovel of a prison for a very long time, all of his assets will be seized. That includes your cars, your penthouse apartment, the money in your bank account, and your private jet! Your meal ticket is coming to an end tonight Alex, and I seriously doubt you’ll be able to cope alone in the real world. I guess I’ll be seeing you real soon, begging on the street corner where you belong!!

The crowd let up a loud cheer as the fire really ignites in Resinowitz’s eyes. He holds the briefcase aloft and continues talking.

Resinowitz: In this very briefcase I hold all the scandal, all the secrets and all the lies that have been buried over 20 years. It’s time they were unleashed, and that time is now!! I’ve talked long enough – these people know my motives, now it’s time for RETRIBUTION!!

Resinowitz slams down the mic as the crowd cheer him on, chanting “ret-ri-bution” over and over again. He flips the briefcase horizontal in front of him and a small ‘click’ can be heard as the briefcase is unlocked. He is suddenly stopped in his tracks and his eyes widen in fear as “Money Talks” by AC/DC is blasted out over the speakers. The security guards brace themselves for Alex Richmond as they group at the bottom of the ramp and the fans boo as they glare to the top of the ramp also.

Unseen by the security, a man in a large grey trench coat and a matching fedora hat, covering his face, leaps over the barricade and straight into the ring; he clocks Resinowitz over the back of the head with a punch and sweeps up the briefcase as the crowd begin to jeer, turning their attention to the ring as they notice the commotion. The man retrieves a small bottle from the inside of his jacket and squeezes the contents into the briefcase. The security team attempt to interfere but they are splattered with the mystery substance and, not wanting to take any chances, they back away. The bottle is quickly discarded as it finally gives up all it’s contents to the briefcase at which point the man pulls out a Zippo lighter which he holds high, flame flickering before dropping it and watching it tumble, as the crowd yell out “NOOO” in unison, into the briefcase. The substance is clearly flammable because as soon as the lighter makes contact with it the briefcase erupts in a ball of flames. As the flame erupts the man throws off his hat and trench coat to reveal himself as, unsurprisingly, Alex Richmond.

He stands over the burning briefcase, a glint in his eye and an evil smirk on his face, as the evidence Resinowitz brought with him rapidly turns into nothing more than ashes. The security guards rush the ring but Richmond is now wearing a set of knuckle-dusters and sends each one of them crashing to the mat in turn. He then turns his attentions to Resinowitz, who is attempting to flee, but grabs him before he can exit the ring. His smirk turning into a full-blown smile Richmond lifts Resinowitz up high and brings him crashing down with a spinebuster onto the briefcase, which is still very much ablaze. Resinowitz is knocked unconscious as his head ricochets off the mat and Richmond wastes no time in scooping him up and slinging him over his shoulder.

Richmond, as “Money Talks” starts up again then climbs out of the ring, still carrying Resinowitz, and struts his way up the entrance ramp, turning only to look down upon the still-ablaze briefcase which is sending a tonne of smoke up into the rafters.


Fade to Black

[BK London]

Segment: The Insurance Policy Part 2
Credit: Jon Taylor, Fallen Souls

The scene opens up at the parking lot outside of the ACW, what we are doing here I do not know - but I'm sure we're going to find out! There are a couple of lights in the area, but apart from that the place is in darkness. A few moments pass and there is still no sign of why we are blankly staring into darkness when inside the arena there is a show going on. However, this all suddenly changes when there a huge clatter from the ACW arena! The clatter is accompanied by bickering...this can only mean one thing...it must be...Fallen Souls and Jon Taylor! That's right, a clatter followed by bickering is there calling card. And that is proved to be correct as suddenly the clatter is identified as belonging to the door which has typically swung open against the wall. The two men can now be seen making their way across the parking lot to the other side for some reason. Without much doubt it's a zany one!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: This is how you sneak around, Taylor? By swinging around a briefcase and bursting through doors? I mean seriously, you must be the worst spy ever.....EVER!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: It's not my fault I like to enter and leave in...STYLE!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Seriously? If that is style I clearly don't know what style is. I always kinda imagined it had something to do with being graceful and suave, not falling through a door and pretending you did it on purpose! Then again, that might just be me using logic again. Your clearly the most impressive and smooth person in the locker room, Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: ...Shut up!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Where the hell is this guy, anyway? I don't see anyone!

Taylor and Fallen appear to walk with what it appears no given direction while Taylor attempts to come up with a reasonable response. That could take awhile...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, he said to wait for him outside in the arena car park at right about now. So I guess we may as well just wait for him to turn up here.

Fallen and Taylor come to a halt in the middle of a car park. There are no slides or swings though....what a boring park.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: So if I've got this all in order, it's to my understanding that you made contact with a man you've never met before, who you think is supposed to meet us here...yet he isn't waiting for us here. No, instead we have to wait out in the open for him during a show when no one would notice us being gone. What the hell is this, some kind of cheap horror movie? What next, a mutated snail attacks us or something?!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Have patience, Fallen. I'm sure he'll turn up soon enough and it'll work out just fine!

As per default Fallen still isn't convinced one bit!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: What about this doesn't feel like one giant trap to you exactly? I mean, it all seems like we're waiting for someone to jump out and capture us! Seriously Taylor, if this is just a damn ruse and we get caught I swear to fucking god I will kill you right here and now. I don't care if I have to do 25 to life, it will be worth it!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well I'd like to see you come up with a plan once in a while yourself! Maybe then you can you actually talk instead of complaining like a baby all the time!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I think you know as well as I do that it would be a waste of my time. Not only would you not listen to common sense, but whatever great and ingenious plan I come up with would fall on deaf ears!

Just as it looks like we're in for another segment of bickering between the pair it appears we are saved as the arena door swings open once more and a man enters the area! He heads toward where Fallen and Taylor are bickering, and he has a ringside official uniform on! As he approaches Fallen and Taylor finally pipe down and Taylor steps forward to confront the guy. He looks to be of average height, has a bit of a gut and has no hair. Based of the name on his mustard stained shirt, he shall from now on be known as Rob Stubbs.

Rob Stubbs | Ringside Official: So which one of you is Jon Taylor?

Fallen replies looking insulted to even be considered to be Taylor! Who wouldn't be?

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Are you fucking serious?! What kind of question is that?! If I'm Taylor I may as well be dead right here and now!

The man turns to Taylor.

Rob Stubbs | Ringside Official: Right..I believe you have a little present for me, Mr. Taylor?

Taylor picks up the brief case on the ground which is next to his leg though Fallen goes to stop him.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Wait, your just going to give it to him like that? No questions asked, no words said? Is it just me or is that stupid even for you Taylor? I mean, who's to say that this guy isn't just trying to rip you off? I know it's not my damn money, but what a waste!

Stubbs's gaze changes from Taylor to Fallen.

Rob Stubbs | Ringside Official: A curious one, are we? Well simply put I am a man of my word, besides who else is going to where this crap uniform other than an official?

Fallen continues to examine the man while Taylor tries to convince Fallen the man is legit in so many words.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: See, I told you Fallen the man is legit! Now, will you leave the man alone and can we get on with this before we're spotted!

Taylor goes to pick up the brief case once more but Fallen is still not convinced! Looks like someone has a brain here after all.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: So instead of listening to common sense again your going to go with instinct and pay him? I don't know, that just seems so wrong! I mean, if this guy is an official why haven't I even seen him around before? I've been here for years and he hasn't refereed one of my matches!

Stubbs takes a step forward next to Taylor now.

Rob Stubbs | Ringside Official: Look, I'm a busy person and if I don't get back soon the boys will come looking for me thinking somethings up. Now, are we gonna do this or not?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Yes, of course we are. Fallen quit being a difficult shit like usual and let us get on with this!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Seriously? Well fine, what do I care! It's not my loss if a fat guy scams you out of all of your fucking money, now is it?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I won't be because I'm not getting scammed! Now where were we are? Ah, yes...

Taylor bends down for a final time to finally pick up the brief case. He turns to the official and opens up the brief case to display the "gift".

Jon Taylor | the Ultimate Competitor: I can assure you, there isn't a cent missing!

Rob Stubbs | Ringside Official: I'll take your word for it, Mr. Taylor - unlike some people I take people's word!

Fallen looks disinterested in the proceedings, however as Rob reaches over to take the brief case from Taylor he notices something!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Wait wait wait wait wait! Hold on a second!

Taylor looks over at Fallen in irritation.

Jon Taylor | the Ultimate Competitor: What is it this time, Fallen?

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: What kind of referee is wearing layers of clothing in the ring? It's fucking hot in there! Aside from that, what kind of referee for ACW would be wearing a Fallout shirt?

Just as Fallen points out this monumental observation the man snatches the brief case out of Taylor's hands and legs it in the direction of the Fallout arena!

Jon Taylor | the Ultimate Competitor: SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!!

The man clearly forgot that he is fat bastard as after a few strides he is already out of breath and Taylor and Fallen run after him! In a matter of mere seconds Taylor catches up and tackles the fat man to the ground! As he hits the floor he releases the brief case however Taylor isn't done yet! He grabs a hold of man and starts unloading punches straight to the head of the man.

Jon Taylor | the Ultimate Competitor: NOBODY MAKES JON TAYLOR LOOK STUPID, YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!

Fallen laughs at this statement and cannot resist a response.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: No, you do that well enough yourself Taylor.

As blood begins to spurt out of the man's nose Taylor gives him an elbow for luck to the forehead spitting it open. He finally decides he's given enough punishment and stands up with brief case in hand! Fallen has a huge grin on his face while Taylor has blood from the man on his hands!

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: What a surprise! Another one of Taylor's genius plans ends up failing miserably? I clearly didn't see that coming and warn you repeatedly, now did I? Alright! That's enough, though. You don't get to come up with anymore plans.

Fallen and Taylor begin to head back to the arena.

Jon Taylor | the Ultimate Competitor: Hey, that wasn't my fault he stole a uniform from someone. It was an honest mistake! Besides, he got punished for making us look stupid didn't he! Guess, we'll just have to watch out for the real corrupt ones during the rumble after all.

Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Really? Because I find that pretty hard to believe. If you called him up over the phone he wouldn't of been wearing the uniform then, now would he? I don't even understand how you ended up talking to this random guy! Your so damn ridiculous, Taylor.

As the two continue to head back toward the arena the bickering ensues once more. Will Taylor finally let Showtime and Fallen put one of their marvelous plans into action at the next show after yet another abysmal failure? Find out Monday!

End.

[BK London]

Segment: “Peccant Past” Credit: Black & White / ~Aj

It's nearing the end of the night, and the fans are awaiting this final segment. They almost expect it when “White Rabbit” hits, and Aiden Joseph walks out to a hostile reaction from the crowd. He's wearing a crisp suit, but doesn't seem too bothered about appearance, rather finding out who the mysterious Black and White character is. He enters the ring, taking a microphone along the way.

Aiden: Cease the music, please.

Music fades out.

Aiden: Here we are, after all this time. It's been nigh on four months since the letters first came to me, and since then it's just snowballed into something that has taken over my life. The sick, disturbing, twisted letters, the horrifying gifts, the man that tried to kidnap me ... the man who nearly killed my girlfriend and child!

AJ is clearly getting riled up, as he continues.

Aiden: God willing, this ordeal will come to a conclusion a week from Saturday.

He turns to the Alpha Tron.

Aiden: On Monday you made a promise. I ask - nay, I DEMAND that you honor it and show yourself!

The entire crowd turns its attention to the Alphatron, and await the arrival of B&W. AJ is clearly impatient, and angrily yells off-microphone. Suddenly, the rapid sounds of drums can be heard, and a firework from just about 4 feet away from Aiden strikes, temporarily blinding him. There's then a huge noise from the crowd, and Aiden turns around, staring face to face with the person who has plagued his life for so long...

...And Aiden cracks. He has no time for a heated confrontation, and immediately lunges in with several right hooks. He whips B&W at the ropes, and smashes him to the ground with a huge forearm smash. B&W slowly gets up, but Aiden grabs him and throws him into the turnbuckle. He bounces back, straight into a huge clothesline. B&W lies in the corner, but this isn't the end of the assault, as Aiden launches in with the boots, smashing him in the face several times, to the point where B&W is no longer lifeless. Satisfied, Aiden gets down to his knees, grabbing Black and White's head, and picking up the microphone.

Aiden: What’s a matter “baby?” I thought you wanted me? What’s a matter ....

[Aiden rises and sends his shoe boot straight into Black & White’s face...]

CAN’T

[...again ...]

HANDLE

[...and again ..]

ME?

[...and yet again until its tip is stained with the red tint of blood.]

Aiden: Don’t think I’m done, not for a second. This is just a glimpse, a snapshot if you will, of what’s to come at Fallen Heroes! You wanted to fuck my life? Well now I fuck yours!

He clubs B&W in the head with the microphone.

Aiden: Now, who ARE you?

His heart can almost be heard beating, he starts to breathe heavily, as he removes the laces at the back of the mask. He then rips it off, and the whole crowd turns to see...

Aiden: GARY?!

Crowd: HUH?!

AJ looks absolutely horrified, at how something like this could have happened. I mean Gary, of all people. Seriously. Gary's face is totally messed up by Aiden's assault, and Aiden even feels a little guilty.

But there's suddenly a cheer from the crowd. AJ isn't sure why, but he's still confused at to why Gary was the stalker.

??: Money can pay for whatever it wants, it's amazing. I threw a couple of notes at the poor sod, he was happy to help.

AJ turns around, and sees what he assumes to be the real Black and White staring in his face. Black and White grabs the mask, ripping it off his face, and the pop around the arena is electric.

Dan White: ...Boo.

He walks past AJ, not even looking in his direction, and climbs down the ropes and out of the ring. He simply walks up the ramp, no theme music, no actions, just walks up and leaves the shellshocked Aiden lying in the ring, with Gary's lifeless body next to his. It makes quite a story, I'm sure you'd agree.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment: It's the lonliest number since the number one (Credit: BK London)

HELLOOOOOOOO

HELLO BROOKLYN!

The infectious tunes of Jay-Z's "Hello Brooklyn" off his already platinum album, American Gangster, sounds throughout the speakers and the entire crowd is already on their feet. BK London steps through the crowd, with the flashing lights further illuminating his entrance along with the thousands of flash from the cameras of the thousands in attendance. He makes his way down to the ring, with a rather relaxed swagger as he stares at the crowd through his tinted lenses. He then rolls into the ring and posts himself up on the middle turnbuckle before striking his signature pose, and he now hops down before accepting a mic from Phillip.

It's not everyday the fans are addressed by BK London straight from the ring, so as his music fades out and the lights return back to normal, they sit on the edge of their seats anxious for what they're going to say.

BK London: Ladies and Gentlemen, we're just 9 days away from possibly the most star studded Fallen Heroes Battle Royal of all time.

A nice pop for that, many fans have already gone out their way to make sure they're going to order the PPV next Saturday.

BK London: In 9 days, 30 of the biggest names in ACW history, will collide in one match - and the winner? The winner goes on to the Omega Effect IV main event, in New York City, to face the ACW Heavyweight Champion. We've got everyone from ...."The Showstarter" The Libertines!

Quite a bit of heat from the man who secured himself a win earlier in the night, although there is one fan who stands proud with his Libertines sign high in the air.

BK London: ....The Entertainment Champion, Thunder Train!

Even more heat for ACW's 33rd Entertainment Champion, Thunder Train.

BK London: ... Fallen Souls!

Quite a mixed reaction for the man who's got Seoul.

BK London: ....Adrian Flamingo!

Heat of epic proportions when his name is uttered, and from the Fallen Heroes list, it doesn't appear to be many fan favorites looking to win this.

BK London: Oh yeah, and I think I heard about, BK London!

A cheap pop obviously, but a pop nonetheless as BK London continues to walk around the ring with the mic in hand.

BK London: Yes ladies and gentlemen, if I haven't made it already painfully clear, your boy BK London is entering the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. And not only that, but I have to pick my own number in this contest, but that doesn't come without a catch - you see Adrian Flamingo is standing in my way of this. So Ginger, with all of his omniscient wisdom, decided to pit both of us in this competition where we're both currently tied one a piece. But everyone has been asking me one question since this competition started, and that's, "What numbers will you pick for yourself and Adrian Flamingo?"

BK chuckles to himself.

BK London: And until Monday, when I had my night off, my day to contemplate this - it came down to to three decisions - and I picked one. My first option, pick the number I won with last year, number 17. Number 17 appears to be a rather lucky number for me, so why not pick that again and see how far I get.....but that.....that didn't seem appealing enough. So then I went to the second option, and arguably the best option, simply to pick me as Number 30 and have Adrian Flamingo as Number 1.

The crowd pops as Adrian Flamingo would obviously be at a major disadvantage,
while BK London would be at a clear advantage over the rest of the participants.

BK London: But that wasn't going to satisfy me, I entered this Battle Royal to win AND to get my hands on Adrian Flamingo. I'm not going to walk away with just one, if you catch my drift. So, I finally stumbled upon the third option, the option that if I beat Flamingo's time on Monday, I will use.

Dramatic pause.

BK London: Adrian Flamingo, I told you that I wanted you face to face at Fallen Heroes, but Gingerdude wouldn't let that happen because of my injured knee.

The camera closes in on the leg brace still around the knee of the former World Champion.

BK London: Well guess what?

BK London begins to start ripping the velcro from the knee brace, and he eventually rips it off and throws it ringside. He then starts hopping up on the knee, proving exactly one thing, as the crowd pops.

BK London: I'm 100% baby! And that's not even the bad news for you. At Fallen Heroes, I will get to meet you face to face - because if I win - we're going to start it!

Shocked? Of course you are.

BK London: At Fallen Heroes Addie, BK London will enter #1 and you will enter #2, there'll be no escaping this time.

BK drops the mic and walks right out of the ring to pop as his music sounds through the speakers. A bombshell has just been dropped on Flamingo, how will he cope? His fate depends on his time in the following match. If he doesn't produce a well enough time, his time could very well be up.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Main Event: Adrian Flamingo vs. Andrew Starr - Beat The Clock Competition (Credit: Steele)

Phillip: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the final stage of Meltdown tonight… THE MAIIINNN EVENT! It is the Beat The Clock Competition, and the goal is to beat the set time that is placed upon the two men, and this match is of course scheduled for ONE FALLL! Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California and now residing in Philadelphia, PA, he rest at a weight of 199 lbs… ADRIAANNN FLAMINGOOO!!

“In Heaven” by the Pixies begins to play through the PA System, as the vocals repeat "In heaven everything is fine", the video flashes to highlight clips of Adrian. As the song suddenly grows harder, Adrian stomps his way on stage and holds his arms out to welcome whatever reaction he receives. After inhaling the hatred, he confidently walks to the ring with a smile on his face. After sliding into the ring, he holds one arm up into the air as he climbs the turnbuckle and holds it there until it’s time for his opponent to make their way out.

Phillips: And introducing his opponent… from Hollywood, California… he rest a weight of 240 lbs… ANDREWWWW STARRR!

Since his return to ACW, Andrew has once again gained a bit of weight – muscle mass mind you – and is in top form. He maintains his long, black hair in a tight, pulled back tail. His upper body is rather muscular, but not bulky. He has numerous tattoos scattered across his body. The most notable of these is on his triceps. Down his left tricep reads ANDREW, while his right tricep reads STARR. Other tattoos include 07-09-78 on his left wrist, and a green celtic style four-leaf clover on back of his neck.

Andrew Starr and Adrian Flamingo meet in the middle of the ring as “Are You Dead Yet?” by Children of Bodom cuts off. The tension between the two can be seen just by the looks they share across the ring. They wait in their corners to make a move, as the bell is about to ring, but yet hasn’t, perhaps so that the bystanders can experience this big moment. After a while passes by, the bell tolls…

*Ding, Ding*

The two men waste zero time after the bell rings, and they charge at each other with hard rights, and lefts! Flamingo cracks Starr with a Right! But Starr comes back with a Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Left! Left! Starr gains the advantage as Flamingo begins to lose his stance and is now stumbling into the ropes, Starr hits with another Left! As Flamingo presses up against the ropes, possibly getting a rest from the hard lefts he just suffered by Starr. Starr thinks different as he charges at Flamingo and clothesline him over the top rope! They land on the ground as time goes up on the clock, of course with Starr seeing this, he gets up and picks up Flamingo with him, he Irish Whips him across the arena into the barricade, as Flamingo takes in the pain and watches Starr look to the crowd and pound his arm, he signals for a clothesline, as he charges at Flamingo… BUT FLAMINGO DODGES! And Starr goes over the barricade! Flamingo hops up and sees Starr rising up, he cocks his fist back and goes for a punch, but Starr blocks it and grabs the neck of Flamingo, setting him up for a Suplex! Flamingo punches Starr in the gut and stops it, as Flamingo lifts Starr up and Suplexes him down onto the mat! Flamingo watches as the time is now at 2:16 and he needs to win this match as quick as possible.

He then grabs Starr and throws him inside of the ring, while sliding in himself. He looks up at the clock again, this time with 2:59 and he NEEDS to quickly pick up the win. He runs to the ropes and bounces off with a sliding leg drop, and goes for the cover…

1...

….2.…

Kickout!

Flamingo doesn’t waste time getting mad as he picks Starr up, he lifts him up and slams him down with a Scoop Slam! He then hit’s a Senton Splash! And goes for the cover yet again…

1...

….2...

Kickout! Starr kicks his legs up and Flamingo goes for yet another senton, but on the return Starr moves and Flamingo lands on his back! Starr rises to his feet and awaits Flaming as he gets up, he kicks Fla-ming’ in the gut and grabs his neck… STAR SPIKER! He goes for the cover at a time of 4:43...

1...

….2...

….3! NO! Starr doesn’t get the win as the crowd enjoys the match of backs and forths, Starr sees the time and runs to the ropes… FALLING STAR!

1...

….2...

NO! Flamingo kicks out again! Starr gets pissed at it, and gets ready to pick up Flamingo, but he elbows Starr in the gut and cold cocks him in the face! He sets Starr up for a 1979 Flamingo Special… Can he hit it!?!?!… NO! Starr elbows Flamingo in the back of the head, and gets Flamingo in the position for the Dead-On Impact!

BUT NO! Flamingo moves out of it, and jumps off behind Starr… he lifts Starr up… and yes…

1980 FLAMINGO SPECIAL!!!!

1.…

….2.…

……..3!

FLAMINGO HAS WON AT A TIME OF 6:47!!!

His theme sounds throughout the speakers as he rises up from the mat, and the referee attempts to raise his arm but he refuses. Instead, Adrian Flamingo looks at the clock up on the titantron, and stares at the six minutes, forty seven seconds. Slowly, a smile grows across s his face – something we don’t usually see from the formerly Astonishing one. As Meltdown goes off the air, we close into that rather sadistic smile of possibly the most dangerous man in ACW.

End Show