Monday Night Warfare 21st April 2008

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SEGMENT; Killing Caitlynn Episode 12 (Credit: Mainer)

It was 8 days after our last episode and Danny had dropped off the goods at the open parking lot. He was certain that Caitlynn was safe and sound and that himself and Caitlynn were set for life. Sat in the front room of his house is Danny Masterson cuddling with his beloved Caitlynn Dufraisne. The two love-struck young’ans are sat just staring into space enraptured in their love for each other. They look lovingly into each others eyes with an intense lusting and wanting in their eyes. Danny looms in and plants a sweet little kiss on his girlfriend who gladly returns it. The two kiss, soon breaking into tongues when suddenly the phone goes off. It’s Friday night and despite her mistakes, Caitlynn is going out on the town to try and scour for a good time and Danny is (only to Caitlynn) going to throw a house party while she’s out to celebrate his recent completion of Wrestling Training but in reality, Danny has planned something much more ballsy.

Danny has the ring, he’s going to propose to Caitlynn. He had enough cash left over and now it’s finally time for him. He’s going to ask Caitlynn to be his wife and he’s convinced she’ll say yes. It’s to be noted that Danny and Caitlynn (despite the attempt from Jamie Longshaw) are both still virgins even though they’re 20 and after tonight’s proposal, who knows where it’s going. Caitlynn quickly hops off of Danny and heads for the phone where she picks up and starts to chatter excitedly.

Caitlynn: Hello? *rabble rabble* Yeah! *rabble* Uh-huh? *rabble* Yeah I’ll be right out! *rabble rabble rabble rabble* OK, I’ll meet you down at the bar? Great, I’ll be there in 20.

Mainer: Hey baby, when you go out tonight, try NOT to get into 1,000 dollar debt OK? Thanks baby.

Caitlynn sighs and then giggles.

Caitlynn: Shut up! It could’ve been worse!

Mainer: It could’ve been worse, I could’ve b-… bought you more booze with the money I loaned!

Caitlynn notices the stumble but chooses not to pick up on it. She walks over to Danny pulling down her shirt slightly and she then plants a kiss on the lips delicately.

Caitlynn: I’ll see you later honey.

Caitlynn swaggers off, Mainer watching

Mainer: Later!

Meanwhile, the scene changes to a dark room where a man sits alone in all black, his jeans, his hoodie and his gloves are all jet black. This man is just twiddling his thumbs and suddenly, you can hear the ring of a phone. The man’s hand shoots out to an unseeable spot where he picks up the phone and starts to talk.

?: Yes? She’s on her way… right. I’m on it.

He then hangs up slamming the receiver down and starts to howl in a deep, low voice.

?: Caitlynn… revenge shall be sweet when I tear you away from the one man that ruined my life. I WILL have my revenge and you Caitlynn… will suffer the consequences!

The dark dressed man breaks into a maniacal laughter as we draw to a fade.

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Match 3: Danny Mainer vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: “Showtime” Ryan Cooper)

MATCH START: The bell sounds, and the highly anticipated contest between two former teammates begins. Mainer looks to prove that he’s the International Champion for a reason, and Andrew Starr is hoping to get a big win and possibly a future title shot. Regardless of their goals, victory is the ultimate aim that each man has. Locking up in the middle of the ring, both men grapple for position, but due to his size advantage, it’s Starr that backs Mainer against the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break-up, and that’s exactly what Starr does, giving Mainer a pat on his chest before backing up. However, Mainer seems to be offended by this, believing that Starr’s taking this match-up lightly; and this offense takes shape in the form of a slap to Starr’s face. Mainer jaw-jacks his former teammate, but the International Champion meets a hard right hand that knocks him to the mat courtesy of Andrew Starr who proceeds to stomp a mudhole into his former partner until Mainer retreats out of the ring to catch a breather. Mainer looks to be leaving the ring to head to the back, much to the dismays of not only the fans but also Andrew Starr who follows behind Mainer and reaches out to grab his former teammate’s hair. Seeing this as an opportunity to catch his opponent off-guard, Mainer rakes the eyes of Starr before locking him up and dropping Starr down to the floor with the MANBEARPLEX that sends Starr landing awkwardly on his arm.

MATCH MIDPOINT: The match finds it way back into the ring, and Mainer is working away at Starr’s arm with a fujiwara armbar, but dragging both his and Mainer’s body weight, Starr manages to find his way to the ropes. Mainer takes full advantage of the five-count before rising up to his feet and does that obnoxious taunt of his, extending his arms and spinning in the air. Unfortunately, this is met with a mix reaction, mostly boos that seem to be getting under Mainer’s skin. Regardless, it wasn’t enough to distract him from Starr. Mainer goes in lifts Starr up before waistlocking him for a suplex, but Starr hits him with multiple knees to the body before spinning Mainer around into a STARR SPIKER!! Starr goes for the cover, but he gets a near-fall as we go to the end of the match!

MATCH ENDING: Thanks to that big momentum shift maneuver, Starr seems to be in complete control of the match, backing Mainer into the corner and unloading a flurry of straight right hands to the face of Mainer.. No, they weren’t forearm shots, just straight punches. The referee reprimands Starr who finally stops the onslaught only to whip Mainer across the ring and follow him in with a big Yakuza Kick. Mainer drops like a sack of potatoes, and Starr takes this chance to go for the cover. The referee goes for the count. 1…….2…….3-no! Mainer’s foot is on the rope! Starr couldn’t believe it, but he still has a big move planned. Backing to the opposite side of the ring, he waves his hand and screams for Mainer to get up. The King of Vegas is slow to get to his feet after getting his teeth kicked in, but he slowly stumbles up, and when he turns around, Starr charges in with the ANDREW STAR LARIAT!!








…. But Mainer ducks and grabs Starr’s arm before flipping him down into the mat and locking on the cross armbreaker known as the PURPLE SHANAI AKIROBI LOCK!! Starr tries to wiggle out of it, but Mainer shows his ruthless aggression by using the back of his leg to repeatedly kick Starr in the face before wrenching back on the arm with even more force until Starr finally submits!


Winner via Purple Shanai Akirobi Lock: DANNY MAINER!!

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Segment: Tired (Credit: "The Revolutionary")

I grow tired of the constant effect of my encounters with Rattlesnake. It's always the same thing. He ends up in the wrong part of the building and I'm forced to take him down. It's the same thing every time.

Maybe I just yearn for something different. I need something to make my time here more worthwhile. I could do a number of things. The ACW world is my oyster. The pearl is my reward. Whatever I do to the shell doesn't matter. How I retrieve my reward means everything.

The pearl I'm after is your ACW Title. I want to take possession of it and claim it for my own. I'm going to show you what a memorable title reign looks like. All I need is a title shot and everything will fall into place.

That's exactly what I need. I need some thrill. I need to show everyone that I am the real deal around here. That's why The Revolutionary is here.

Now you must be wondering why I went with that name. I'm willing to bet that every single brain cells that exists in your feeble mind is trying to comprehend that name. Allow me to explain.

I've been doing a lot of listening over the past few months. I've seen the pain and agony that all of the ACW viewers see. ACW is going downhill fast. It's only means of rejuvenation is one thing.

It's calling for a revolution. That revolution will lead to a glorious rebirth and new life. Someone that is willing to go against everybody and ensure the sanctity of ACW can do that. That someone donned the name "The Revolutionary."

I have heard ACW's cry for a revolution. I cannot and will not let this cry be ignored. You all have ignored it. For that, you all have earned a price that you must pay.

Ante up, fucker. It's your only salvation from the revolution that is at hand.

The very foundation from which ACW was built will be shaken up. It doesn't matter who you are. You are all in my line of sight and it's about time I cleared that line up.

Fallen Heroes is on Saturday. You best hope that you're prepared for what lies in store for you there. I know I am.

Fade.

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Segment: Spring Break can really make you forget it's a Monday.... (Credit: Freeman)

I suck…totally forgot about Warfare because of Spring Break, ….the last segment with Freeman training with Morgan will be at Fallen Heroes I guess….and Ill just say it HAPPENED on Monday.


A little over a year and a half ago

“What do you mean, I’m “not scheduled to be here.” I definitely am, I was told that I was going to be trying out for ACW today! And I sent a friend of mine here, who also was trying out, to file the information…”

A furious Dave Morgan is talking to a man who seems to have some position of authority in ACW. He obviously has some hand in running the tryouts, and he is looking at a list.

“Well...I don’t know whether you did or did not, but all I know is what I see. If he was sent to file the paperwork, he didn’t do a very good job, because you certainly aren’t listed here…”

Morgan looks shocked…he doesn’t even consider the possibility that the mistake could have been on Freeman’s end, and instantly assumes that it’s on ACW’s end. “Well, listen…I don’t know how to put this to you, but I AM supposed to be here, and I don’t know how you guys ensure that you don’t make any mistakes…but it appears you have. So, if you would just let me take a couple of minutes…”

The man looks at Morgan awkwardly, not liking this situation at all… “Well, sir, we can’t exactly DO that…see. I mean, otherwise, anybody could just come up to us…say they are supposed to have a tryout, and then get in here. I mean…you seem genuine, however, we can’t be sure.”

“Well, as I said, if you would give me a few seconds, then you would be sure.” Morgan replies…glaring into the eyes of the man currently blocking his entry into ACW. “My friend’s name is Jason…Freeman. He was here earlier. Jason…Freeman.”

The man looks at the list and curiously stares at it for a second “Well…yes…he was here earlier…he did quite well in fact. He’s definitely going to be getting a job…however…he definitely did not file any other paperwork besides his own…now, listen, maybe you could---”

But Morgan shakes his head, and looks down for a second…eyes narrowing…sudden realization flooding him. “No, no, never mind. I think I know what happened here…”

And before the man can say anything else, Morgan has turned, shaking his head, and is walking out the door, knowing it’s no use…and knowing exactly what had happened. Freeman had finally had enough...and had ensured that he never had to feel inferior to Morgan again. He had just cost him his chance at getting to ACW, and had put himself over him himself. Right now, he’s probably thinking to himself, that he’s won…but he hadn’t. He most definitely hadn’t…

Fade.

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Segment: Recommitted
(Credit: Train, ~Aj, Senator)

Early Thursday Morning

[The sun rises on the island ushering in yet another day. While many of its inhabitants head out for a day of fun and sun, some get down to business as usual. This includes Senator Steve Phillips, who once again is the first man to enter the complex. Making haste towards his office, he enters his the Stable locker room and flips the light switch on. The instant the room becomes illuminated, his eyes are drawn to his office door, which is mysteriously ajar. He would question how this happened, but given the nature of a certain individual he is quite familiar with, he thinks nothing of it. The moment he steps inside his suspicious are confirmed.]

Senator Steven Phillips: Mr. Joseph, we really must stop meeting like this. And please, remove yourself from my desk.

[Aiden obliges. Dropping both feet onto the floor and skipping over to the Senator, he extends his hand for a most cordial handshake and greeting. After weeks of experiencing “somber Aiden,” Phillips is taken back at his new demeanor and shakes it with much bewilderment.]

Aiden Joseph: Good morning, Mr. Phillips.

Senator: Good? Well, aside from the fact that you just went from zero to sixty in no time, I would like to know just what this shift in demeanor might have originated from!

Aiden: I’ve had a change of heart.

Senator: Oh? Well, I must say, that is most excellent news. What exactly turned you around?

Aiden: You. You words were honest, brutally honest and more importantly, ones I most desperately needed to hear. I am more than ready to defend the honor of my family, with your help, of course .

[Phillips eyes gleam with enthusiasm as he hears Aiden’s request for Stable intervention. He has thought long and hard over the past 72 hours on how he can play the role of the spoiler come Saturday and has crafted some schemes that certainly need to be shared. With a bit of a swagger in his walk, Phillips makes the other end of his desk and takes a seat. There, he riffles through a pile of papers that reside on its top before finally finds what he is looking for, a manilla file folder. Holding it up in front of him, he exclaims - ]

Senator: Over the course of the last few days, I have devised some ideas that I believe you will find most approving. Thankfully, though, you seem to have snapped yourself back into proper working condition without me having to detract from my valuable training.

[Steve slides the folder across the desk and it comes a to a perfect stop right underneath Aiden’s fingers. However, before he picks it up and examines its contents, he suddenly realizes his mind failed to recall something very important.]

Aiden: Oh! Before we discuss any business Steve, while I was in London I got you something. Consider it a “thank you” gift.

Senator: Now Mr. Joseph, that is really not needed, I do not think that it is...

Aiden *Interrupting*: Oh, but it is....

[Aiden places a box upon to the table and flips opens its lid. Reaching inside with both hands, he latches onto a piece of fabric and lifts it upwards, freeing it from its cubed prison.]

Senator: A suit?

Aiden: Mhm. Not just any suit Phillips, it’s a Paul Smith. I met him this past weekend and I thought this would look absolutely fantastic on you. Knowing that you were an American Senator, he actually threw in some accessories at no charge. Wallet, belt, you have everything here, and more importantly, each with that delightful naked lady design!

Senator: That’s swell.

Thunder Train: Boss? You’re back!

[The child like voice of his body guard calls out from behind him. Turning in it’s direction, Aiden is greeted with a massive embrace that rockets him straight up off his feet.]

Aiden: Ehrm, morning James!

Train: How was your trip Boss?

Aiden: Most thrilling James, I assure you. Say, I was just sharing some gifts with Steve that I had brought back with me and I am most joyed to say I have something for you as well. Why don’t you be a good lad and put me down so I can give it to you?

Train: A present? For me? Yay!

Aiden: Indeed.

[Train returns Aiden to “ground level” and watches him delve into a sack tucked away neatly in the corner of the room. Seconds later, he returns to him carrying a most mysterious package. The instant he places it within Train’s possession, the big man begins to rip into it until he uncovers its contents.]

Aiden: An entire box of Aero Chocolate. I did a commercial for them while I was there and they gave me hordes of this stuff. Enjoy!

Train: OH THE TRAIN LOVES CHOCOLATE!

[Showing no sense of etiquette, Train begins to chomp down on his chocolate. Sounds of his chewing and gnawing fill the room causing both Aiden and Steve to cringe. Noticing the looks of disgust on both their faces, Train realizes he has less than congenial and quickly atones for his oversight with both a smile and a handful of chocolates.]

Train *mouth full*: Smwant Shum?

Aiden: Errrrr, no thank you.

Senator: Same. I would be remiss if I did not also voice my thanks.

Train *mouth full*: Smsuit Smyourselves.

[Chocolate dripping onto his person, Train turns and walks back into the locker room. The moment he is out of earshot, Steve looks over at Aiden with an amused look and utters - ]

Senator: Welcome home, Mr. Joseph...

[FADE]

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Match 4: BK London vs. Mr. Red - Beat The Clock Competition (Credit: BK)

As return from commercial, Mr. Red appears to standing in the ring with Reds Fan by Freekbass sounding throughout the arena. He appears to be playing to the crowd a bit, throwing some Cincinatti Red shirts in the crowd - but quickly returns back to his main focus - the match.

Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 243lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, BK London!

The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 4 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and stares across the ring at Mr. Red, awaiting the bell to sound.

With the bell immediately sounding, and the clock counting down from 6:47 - Adrian Flamingo's time last Thursday - BK London doesn't waste any time going after Mr. Red. Sprinting from the other side of the ring, he takes down the former Entertainment Champion with a huge clothesline before initiating a cover - but he barely gets a one count. BK London picks up Red and tosses him in the corner, delivering body shot after body shot after body shot to the abdomen of Mr. Red before whipping him into the opposing corner. BK races across the ring and attempts to take Red out with a huge clothesline, but Red slips through the ropes and onto the apron in a Spanky like fashion. BK connects with the turnbuckle sternum first before Red ascends to the top rope and he dives off before following through with a Sunset Flip. The diving sunset flip manages to get BK London down on his back, but not for long as the former ACW Champion kicks out after one. Both men get up simultanesouly and BK looks for a Roundhouse Kick, in which Red manages to duck under. As BK spins around, Red hops up on his shoulders - attempting a Hurricanrana - but BK keeps him on his shoulders and edges towards the ropes. It's Red who now follows up with the Hurricanrana and takes not only BK over the top rope, but himself, as both men spill to the outside. Only 6 minutes left in this match up, and BK London begins to make his way up to his feet after that nasty fall and so does Red. Red approaches BK to possibly follow up with a maneuver, but he is met with a swift kick to the abdomen. The former World Champion now follows up with a shoulder thrust right into the apron, putting Red in a world of hurt before throwing him back in the ring.

Red rolls back in the ring and BK rolls back in right after him and then proceeds to stomp the mess out of him. Red crawls to the corner and BK continues to stomp a mud hole in him and walk it dry as a great announcer would say. London now picks up Red and delivers a few forearms to the back of the neck before resting his upperbody on the middle rope. A knee to the back of the head chokes the air out of Mr. Red, and Keiji Makabe initiates the five count for BK to release the hold. Red continues to lay draped across the middle rope and BK now bounces off the opposing ropes, attempting to crush Red's throat with a body guillotine - but Red manages to move out the way. BK gets a groin full of rope, and as he turns around he is taken down with a Step up Enziguri by the former Entertainment Champion. This move gets BK down to one knee, and now Red decides to follow up with a Running Bulldog - which takes the former World Champion down. BK flops over on his back and the Red fans in the audience are beginning to grow with each and every move. Red now covers for the first time in this match, as Keiji Makabe slides over to make the count.

ONE
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T-KICK OUT!

Red sees BK's arm go up, and doesn't waste any time continuing to apply some offense. After a few forearms to the lower back, Red whips BK London into the the corner before racing towards him. The two time Entertainment Champion, Red, looks to land a Monkey Flip - but as he jumps he soars right onto the shoulders of BK London. Within seconds, the tide of this match turns in the favor of BK London as he plants him in the center of the ring with a Running Sit Down Powerbomb. The canvas rattles from the sheer force of that maneuver, and BK hooks both legs for the pin.

ONE
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TWO
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KICK OUT!

Red gets his shoulder up before three and some of the fans in attendance are a bit taken back by the amount of energy Red has in his tank, especially after the explosive start earlier in the match. BK rises up from the mat and now picks up Red, hoping to capitalize, but Red takes him down with a Inside Cradle.

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICK OUT

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He almost had BK there for a second, but BK managed to kick out before Makabe's hand came down for the decisive three. Both men rose up simultaneously after that maneuver, and apparrently had the same idea in mind. It's dual clotheslines which take both men out at the time 3 minutes and 23 seconds. It takes about 15 seconds for the first man to return to his feet, and surprisingly - it's Red. Red picks up BK London by his head and hopes to score a manuever, but BK pops up out of nowhere and hoists the Red's fan on his shoulders. A jaw breaking Go to Sleep 2, or G2S2 as BK calls it, victimizes Red and the former Entertainment Champion stumbles backwards and right out the ring - to the dismay of BK London. BK wastes little time going right after Red, picking him motionless body up and chucking him back into the ring himself with 2:46 left. BK rolls back in the ring again and he covers Red, but before a count can even go down - Red manages to lift his leg and put it on the bottom rope. BK can't believe it, and now he heads for the corner and begins to tune up the band - Shawn Michaels style. With thousands of fans in attendance stomping in unison, BK sizes his opponent up for the Sweet Chin Music - but massive boos follow when Mickey Flamingo races down to the ring and hops on the apron. Diverting his attention, BK makes his way towards Mickey and sends him flying off with a huge forearm to the jaw. This distraction is enough for Red to recover, and as BK turns back around Red drills him in the jaw with the Cincinnati Swing (540 Kick). It takes BK London down, and Red covers almost immediately.

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICK OUT!

Mr. Red is absolutely shocked at BK London kicking out after hitting such a picture perfect Cincinnati Swing, but he doesn't give up for one second. Mr. Red ascends to the top rope, looking down at BK London and now attempts a 450 Splash - but BK rolls out the way. Mr. Red lands on his feet however, but tweaks his ankle in the process. Noticing this opportunity, BK springs up to his feet and takes down Red before locking in The Corporate Lock. Screaming in agonzing pain, and with exactly 1 minute left, Red looks to crawl towards the ropes to break the hold but BK pulls him back to the center of the ring. Adrian Flamingo makes his presence known now, coming down to the ring, which also gets BK London's attention. A massive superkick scores right to the chin of Adrian Flamingo, sending him off the apron with Mickey, and Red takes this opportunity to capitalize once again. Red kicks BK in his abdomen and looks for the Tiger Driver '91 he dubs, Drop of Red - but BK counters. He trips the former Entertainment Champion and applies the Corporate Lock at 0:29. Mr. Red edges for the ropes, and quickly BK pulls him back towards the center and applies a grapevine for the Corporate Lock. As the clock continues to count down, we're approaching the 10 second mark and Mr. Red continues to endure the pain of The Corporate Lock. BK applies more torque, and Mr. Red now howls out in pain with 8 seconds left......7......6......5.......4.....3 and right there and then, Red taps.

*The Bell Rings*

Phillip: And the winner of this match, BK London!

"Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z sounds through the speakers and the fans shoot up to their feet as BK London picks up a well deserved win over Mr. Red. Adrian Flamingo picks himself up, holding his jaw while looking in the ring in disbelief. BK London now perches himself up on the middle rope and looks down at his rival Adrian Flamingo and smiles before trash talking a bit. With that, Adrian Flamingo storms up the ramp with Mickey following him and the crowd continues to applaud for BK London.

Back in the ring, Mrs. Red has now made her way ringside and she's attending to her husband. Mr. Red manages to find a way to get back to his feet, with his ankle still being a bit sore from the ankle lock just a few moments earlier. Referee Keiji Makabe gets ready to help Mr. Red out the ring, but he breaks away from the two of them for a second and waits in the center of the ring. BK London hops off the middle turnbuckle and walks towards the center of the ring before being stopped by Mr. Red again. This time, Mr. Red extends his hand - but not for a slap - but for a handshake.

London greets Mr. Red with a handshake and Mr. Red words "Thank you", before limping off with his wife and Keiji. The crowd applauds both men in their efforts in the ring tonight, and BK London continues to pose for the crowd as we fade out.

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Segment: A First Encounter (Credit: BK London/Flamingo)

As we return from commerical, the cameras manage to catch up backstage to Adrian Flamingo who absolutely heated about the result of the last match. BK London has managed to win this competition, which means at Fallen Heroes BK London will be No.1 and he will be No.2. It was far from the spot Adrian Flamingo wanted to be in going into possibly his only opportunity to get a shot at ACW's biggest prize.

He continues to storm backstage, knocking over and throwing anything that was in his path. Mickey found himself not too far behind Adrian, bobbing and weaving the various objects being thrown at him while trying to calm down his nephew.

Mickey Flamingo: Addie! Wait! Hold up fer a secon'!

But there was no calming down the Ticking Time Bomb that just exploded. Adrian finally made his way through the double doors to the parking lot where he made a b-line for his car. Swinging the door open, he stepped into the drivers seat and slammed the door behind him. As Mickey managed to catch up, Adrian was buckling his seat belt - saftey first - and he hoped to get in the car himself.

As Mickey grabbed the door handle, Adrian sped off - out the parking lot door and out the arena. Cussing to himself, Mickey stood in the middle of the parking lot - alone - or so we thought.

Stepping from the shadows appear to be Jerome Carter, the nephew of BK London, who looks to be quite pleased with recent events. As he stepped to Mickey Flamingo, Mickey eyeballed him for a few moments.

Mickey Flamingo: And who are yew 'sposed to be? A valette of some sort?

Jerome Carter: You mean valet?

Jerome Carter scoffs.

Jerome Carter: Hardly. My name is Jerome Carter, ACW Developmental talen-

Mickey Flamingo: -Developmental huh? Git outta here kid, no one wants to see ya. Go werk on your fourth move!

Jerome Carter chuckles to himself, and Mickey can't seem to figure out the reason why.

Jerome Carter: You don't recognize me, do you? I am the nephew of BK London, you block-headed buzzard!

Mickey Flamingo: Buzzard?! Why I oughta-

Jerome Carter: You oughta what? Your nephew just lost the challenge to my Uncle BK, and he left you here high and dry. You want to know something else? My uncle is going to have the time of his life beating down your nephew, and winning the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal for the second time in a row. Now I suggest you go hitch a ride before something bad happens to you old man.

Mickey Flamingo is ready to pounce at any time on the young brash Jerome Carter, and Jerome doesn't appear to be backing down either. The two exchange glares at one another before Mickey storms off camera to the delight of the crowd. Jerome Carter smiles as he watches the lone Flamingo walk off, as the segment fades out.

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Segment: "The Tides Have Turned" (Credit: Rattlesnake/"The Revolutionary")

After weeks of being taken out by this person that calls himself The Revolutionary, Rattlesnake has had enough. He needs to try and even the score. To do that, he has to try and beat The Revolutionary at his own game.

Sneak attacks seem to be the only way to go. It's cheap, but effective, as it's been seen in the past. As much as he wanted to inflict extreme harm to The Revolutionary, he wanted to know why this was happening. There had to be some ulterior motive to his actions.

Rattlesnake: Tonight I shall have my revenge. I'm going to unmask that son of a bitch and find out just why this is happening. If I know anything, he should be around here somewhere.

Conveniently Rattlesnake hears someone down the hall. He takes the opportunity to hide behind some boxes and wait until the person walks by. After a few minutes, the person is right next to the box where Rattlesnake hides. With quick movements, Rattlesnake stands up and jumps over the box, tackling the person.

Rattlesnake: I got you now you son of a bitch.

Person: Hey, get off me.

Rattlesnake: What?

Upon further inspection following the tackle, it's not who Rattlesnake thought it was. He had accidentally jumped someone on the lighting crew by mistake. It was a simple mistake after all.

Rattlesnake: Oops. Wrong person.

Lighting Tech Guy: What was that for?

Rattlesnake: I thought you were someone else. Sorry about that.

Lighting Tech Guy: Sure. Whatever you say.

As the guy walks away, you can clearly say "asshole" towards Rattlesnake. Under normal circumstances, Rattlesnake would have made an about face, ran up to the guy and made the rest of his day a living hell after beating the shit out of him. But tonight was different. He had one person on his radar and no one would steer him from that one person.

Just then Rattlesnake hears another person in the hall. He looks down and tries to see who it is. Luck is on his side this time because The Revolutionary is walking slowly down the hallway.

Rattlesnake takes the opportunity to duck behind the boxes again and waits for the moment when The Revolutionary will pass by.

"I just need something to appease the boredom I suffer at the moment. Maybe I ought to torment Rattlesnake again. That's always fun, but it leaves me with an empty feeling inside, like I haven't done much. Maybe doing it multiple times will help that."

Just as The Revolutionary passes by, Rattlesnake lunges out from his hiding spot. He takes The Revolutionary down by surprise and just clobbers him with right-handed punches. Rattlesnake stands up and looks down at The Revolutionary.

Rattlesnake: Not so tough now, are you? Now you see what it's like being attacked from behind. Isn't fun at all, is it?

The Revolutionary slowly stands up. Rattlesnake grabs him and hoists him unto his shoulders. With a quick spin, Rattlesnake plants The Revolutionary with the Snakebite. After a couple of seconds, Rattlesnake turns over and looks down at the mask covering The Revolutionary's face. He hesitates for a minute, thinking about what he should do.

Rattlesnake: It's about time I found out who you truly are. I'm not waiting until Fallen Heroes. I'm going to find out now.

Rattlesnake grabs the mask and rips it off.

Rattlesnake: Wait a minute! You mean to tell me that you're-

Before Rattlesnake can finish that sentence, he's hit with a chair from behind. Another Revolutionary walks into view. He picks up the mask and covers the other person's face. The first Revolutionary slowly gets to his feet.

"You had me Rattlesnake. If you hadn't hesitated, you would have been able to pull all of this off and get away with it. But you've shown me that you're still pathetic. You're smarter than I thought, but that doesn't change a thing."

The two of them run off as Rattlesnake can't help but watch.

Rattlesnake: I did have you. You got careless. The tides have begun to turn. Come Fallen Heroes, it'll be over for you.

Rattlesnake groans as his head hits the floor. He was close, but not close enough. He saw who it was, but only for a second before that chair shot knocked him out. He's still unsure of what he saw. But it just means that Fallen Heroes is where it all ends. He'll be the one to put this all to an end.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: “Just Another Contract Signing Segment? I Think Not!” Credit: Dan White / ~Aj

[After a brief word from our sponsors, we return to a live camera shot of A.C.W.’s Chairman of the Board, standing in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.]

Chairman Gingerdude: At Fallen Heroes the coveted ACW World Heavyweight Championship will be defended in a match that needs no introduction, unless you have been living under a rock for the past week. Due to the intense nature of this contest, I have decided that its setting should be just as fierce. To say I have followed this situation closely would be an understatement and I firmly believe that this strife should be concluded without any intrusion by a third party. Therefore, for the first and perhaps only time in ACW history, both Aiden Joseph and Dan White will do battle in the “Pyramid from Hell.”

“Fast” Eddie Edison: The what?

Maxwell McNally: Shhhh!

Ginger: 22 feet high. 26 feet by 26 feet in length. Four steel mesh sides meeting at one point at the top. This demonic structure will not only serve the purpose for keeping intrusions out, but will do a most excellent job of keeping the hostility in. When the final bells tolls, one man will leave feeling a sense of retribution, while the other ... not so much. Make no mistake, though the phrase “career ending match” is used so frequently anymore that its become cliche, leaving unscathed from this beast would be an act of divine intervention.

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Two men enter! One man leaves! Just like Mad Max!

Maxwell McNally: Eddie .. enough.

Ginger: Now I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but to those of you who are anticipating unhindered chaos during this upcoming contract signing will be sorely disappointed. To ensure that all hostilities are saved until Saturday, I have ordered that this contract signing will be done on an individual basis. Each man will proceed to the ring in an orderly fashion, sign this piece of paper and return to their locker room. Absolutely no shenanigans will be tolerated! With that, I ask Mr. White for his John Hancock first.

[“Procession” by Queen hits the sound system and a chorus of boos fill the arena like the harmonic sounds of an 18th century symphony. Out from the back steps Dan White looking absolutely listless to the crowd’s reaction. As he saunters down the ramp way, his eyes gape at the piece of white paper that rests upon a table in the center of the ring. Never before has a single document had more meaning to him for on this piece of paper is the way to retribution.

Now in the ring, his music comes to an abrupt halt. He extends his hand in the Chairman’s direction, and with much reluctance, Ginger places the ink pen in his palm. Displaying a devilish grin, a four month journey nears its finality as he begins to scribe his name on the contract.]

Ginger: Oh Mr. White, after you sign that contract, we have one small matter to discuss ...

[With a flick of the wrist, Dan completes the final loop on his name and raises a most curious eyebrow in the Chairman’s direction. Taking a few daunting steps in Dan’s direction, the Chairman gives him a most cordial smile ...

before decking him with a thunderous right hand cross!]

~!~CRACK~!~

Fans: !!!

[Taken completely off guard, Dan stumbles backwards onto the ropes, which become his ally by breaking his fall. The instant the fans see this most unexpected exchange, they become unhinged like never before and fill the arena with an ovation so great that every steel girder that holds the structure in place begins to vibrate.]

Ginger: You son of a bitch! How dare you lay a hand upon my daughter!

[He’s out of his element; he does not care. In front of Ginger is a man who plagued his daughter’s life with his vile perversion and he charges him to defend her honor. Leaping onto White’s body, Ginger begins to assail White with all the vengeance his body can muster.]

Ginger: You will think twice before ever looking in her direction again!

Crowd *chanting*: GIN-GER-DUDE! GIN-GER-DUDE! GIN-GER-DUDE! GIN-GER-DUDE!

[The crowd fuels his rage, but even with his adrenaline flowing like a waterfall, he cannot hope to best a professional grappler and it’s only a matter of seconds before White responds accordingly. Swatting Ginger off of him with ease and holding him in place with his boot on his chest, White gazes down upon him with a maniacal look.]

Ginger: You’re a nutter!

Dan White: Mistake. Big mistake. And now, your pain will be our pleasure.

[White reaches down and grips Ginger around his neck with his iniquitous digits and begins to lift him away from gravity’s clutches. Now hanging one foot above the canvas, Gingerdude struggles to free himself before any harm can be inflicted upon his person but that appears to be a most unattainable wish.]

Maxwell McNally: Head’s up, we have incoming!

“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well so much for not having “unhindered chaos!”

[Never before has Aiden Joseph run this fast in his life. Feeling as if his legs are coming off his body, he maintains this pace all the way down the ramp until he is just a hop, skip and a jump away from the squared circle. Shooting himself in the ring like a javelin, Aiden’s speed has allowed him a completely free and unabated shot at his foe. The moment both his feet land on the canvas, he taps White on the shoulder and proclaims with a mien of amusement - ]

Aiden Joseph: Hey there, “honey” ...

~!~CRACK~!~

Aiden: I’m home.

[Aiden nails White with a forceful short arm clothesline! The jolt of the blow causes White to drop Gingerdude and our Chairman immediately flees to safety outside the ring! Leaving his thirst for revenge in Aiden’s hands, he watches on feeling most confident and satisfied. Back in the ring, Aiden yanks White to his knees with a handful of hair and then makes haste towards the ropes. Bouncing off of them, Aiden runs at White full speed until he is just merely feet away. There, he launches himself into a horizontal position and drives his boot directly into his face!]

SILVER
BULLET!

Aiden: Hi-yo silver, motherfucker!

[The resulting impact is so mighty that Dan’s body actually somersaults itself straight out of the ring where it crashes down onto the time keepers table. Both the table and White keel over onto their sides and it will be sometime before both return to an upright position!

Picking up Ginger’s microphone from the canvas, Aiden embarks on a quest to restore his dignity; dignity that was stolen from him by Black & White.]

Aiden: For the last month I have done nothing but apologize for my past and I’m not sorry to say Dan..... I’M ALL OUT OF REMORSE! The burden you placed upon my life was most heavy indeed, and you almost succeeding in having me demit myself from Alpha Championship Wrestling, but no more. No more will you dictate my life to me! Come Fallen Heroes, you will pay for every SECOND of HELL you have put both Anna and myself through. EVERY-SECOND. The games have come to an end Dan and now its time display your worth. Sadly for you, at the end of this most treacherous journey, you will find that nothings changed and you. You’ll always be a hack, Dan. A hack who cannot compare himself to my immense talents. Until Saturday, stew in your envy, Mr. White.

[Placing the microphone down on the canvas and reuniting with Gingerdude on the outside of the ring, Aiden leaves the crowd in a state of confusion. They want to cheer for him, yet his actions of a few weeks ago prevent them from doing so, though they are extremely content with booing Dan White. Showing him with jeers as he collects himself, they only add to his ire.

They say that revenge is bittersweet and right now Dan is tasting its sour aftertaste.]

[FADE]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: A last ditch attempt
Credit: Jon Taylor, Danny Mainer

The scene opens at the backstage area. It is mere minutes away until the final match of the night; the Main Event is set to get underway. The scene opens up at an open section located between the locker room area and the entrance to the ringside arena. The area seems to be silent, however there is one person in the vicinity; Danny Mainer. Mainer can be seen sitting on top of a crate; he looks to be deep in thought. Mainer continues to look blankly into space; in a world of his own you could say. A few moments pass and a person can be seen making their way towards the direction of the open area, they are coming from the locker room area and appear to be making their way to the ringside area. As the person approaches closer it is easy to identify the man as "The Ultimate Competitor" Jon Taylor. As Taylor enters the small open area he doesn't notice Mainer sitting on a crate on the right hand side. He looks to be focused and motivated, and of course has his trademark smirk. Mainer fails notice Taylor at first, however he seems to snap out of his thoughts and suddenly realises that Taylor could help him out of his predicament. As Taylor passes by Mainer attempts to get his attention.

Danny Mainer | The King of Vegas: Hey, Taylor![/b]

As Mainer shouts out Taylor carries on for a few more steps before turning around to see who it is calling him. Taylor replies in a polite manner as always. Yea right.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Who the fuck are you?

Danny jumps off of the crate to approach Taylor.

Danny Mainer | The King of Vegas: Always a joker, aren't you Taylor? Why I'm Danny Mainer...The King of Vegas of course![/b]

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: And I care because?

Mainer attempts ignore Taylor's acute lack of interest and continues to press further.

Danny Mainer | The King of Vegas: Because I have a proposal just for you, Taylor! See, I've been watching you and your stable dominate and then I was looking at the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. I was thinking to myself "What does a man like Jon Taylor need to risk his career in match like this for?". So, I've got a little proposal for you, Taylor--[/b]

Taylor not really listening or interested in what Mainer is saying interrupts Mainer before he can finish.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Hey wait....I remember you! You're that punk that I beat shit out of before Hughes stole my victory thanks to the referee being as blind as a bat! Shouldn't you like be on Fallout or something, because it's pretty obvious you couldn't hang with me in that match!

Mainer is clearly becoming irritated and annoyed by Taylor though tries to keep his cool as there is more than a simple match at stake.

Danny Mainer | The King of Vegas: Yes, that would be me...you could also call me the International Champion if you wanted seeing as I am the champ after all--[/b]

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ha! Yea right. Having Fallen lay down for you at Genocide hardly constitutes you as being a champion. More like someone who was in the right place at the right time!

Whatever patience Mainer has left appears to be slowly drifting away with each word Taylor speaks.

Danny Mainer | The King of Vegas: Well, I least I could be-- You know what? We're getting off topic here! I didn't come to you to ask for your opinion of me or to define what a champion is...I came here to make a proposal![/b]

As Mainer says "proposal" Taylor bursts out laughing.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Don't make me laugh, Mainer. Like you could offer me anything worthwhile other than leaving me alone as unlike you I have a Main Event to get to!

Mainer appears to finally had enough of listening to Taylor act as he is nothing more than opener and looks ready to crack.

Danny Mainer | The King of Vegas: You know what, Taylor? SCREW YOU! I was going to offer you a deal for your Fallen Heroes Battle Royal spot, but you know what? Fuck it! You can go out there and get your neck broken for all I care. Besides, I'm the only one here with a championship belt in the first place![/b]

As Mainer pushes past Taylor to head towards the locker room area Taylor seems delighted with the result and has a huge grin on his face. Though he isn't done yet.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You won't able to say that after Fallen Heroes though!

Mainer pauses momentarily but decides it would be best to carry on. Taylor continues to grin before setting off to get to his match in the Main Event of the evening.

Fade.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Under Pressure (Credit: FSX)

Can anyone really judge how much time they have to do something? Probably not, but that won't stop many of us from giving an unusual amount of effort and time to attempting to plan out each and every activity of our lives. Believing that things will go exactly as the paper plans and no variables will be introduced is simply foolish however, and it leaves you inevitable to fail to get everything done. When you allow possibility and spontaneity to factor in to your planning, however, there is a reasonable chance that you could achieve all that you planned and get everything you need in order before it is too late. Then again, sometimes there simply isn't enough time in the world to do all you want to do, and as it diminishes you find yourself under pressure. If you are able to overcome the intensity and trouble of a situation you may very well be able to accomplish whatever goal you need, then again...even if you don't you'll still be fine more often then not if you don't let pressure torment you. Unfortunately that is difficult in and of itself.

FSX: Damn it! It just doesn't add up!

This is the exact situation that is currently presenting itself to Fallen Souls, and many people must of saw it coming miles away. As he began his training months ago he didn't carry a very consistent intensity, and lost quite a bit of time as many other things came up. Still, he has done all he possibly could to get done what he could. Given his progress, however, there is still alot left to be done. As he stares down at plans that he seems to of formulated, there are notable flaws that can't be overlooked and it is driving him mad! Well...more mad then usual anyway.

FSX: How the hell do they expect things to work out so simply for everyone?! I didn't start doing all of this early enough! No matter what I do I can't get it all done! I can't just lose like this..

Grumbling to himself as statistics proved to be his enemy, Fallen took a grip of his hair and glared down at the figures before him, perhaps hoping he had the mystical ability to will them into changing in his favor, before sweeping them off the table he stood before and kicking it over. Talk about overreacting!

FSX: If I don't get this done then I'll be vulnerable in the match! There's too much damn talent for that to happen to me!

Looking around in dismay as papers continued to float and fly around the room and to the floor it seemed as if he had no answers. What could be done? Beginning to pace back and forth through the mess he had created a few moments earlier, it wasn't very long on this occasion that he froze to a stop and looked up with a smile. Perhaps he had something..?

FSX: Well, if I change around my schedule a bit I can still get most of this stuff done in six days! Then I could just....but that doesn't work! I have a fucking match! Damn it, this is a conspiracy against me! What do they, have hidden cameras monitoring all I do so they can screw with me?! IS THAT IT?!

Cameraman: Well, I'm not really hidden or anything. I'm standing in front of you.

FSX: So are you admitting that your my problem? Why would you screw me over like that, man?! After all the good times we had together...

Cameraman: What good times? I just started today.

FSX: Well, I said hello to you! That's something!

Groaning at the argument that was just taking away more of his precious time he turned away from the cameraman and began to mutter to himself silently as he ran over the facts again. Was their anyway he could get around all of this? Maybe if someone just randomly appeared and assisted him..that could be the answer to all of his problems. But who? As Will Anger casually strolled into the messy room. Fallen looked to him blankly as he began to pick up several of the papers on the ground as if he was collecting him. Not sure what to think of this, Fallen suddenly gasped softly in shock and quickly made his way over to Will.

FSX: YOU! Your the answer!

Anger: What are you talking about? I'm just here to get some of these papers that happen to be on the ground and..uh..recycle them.

FSX: No, I mean your the key to me getting all of my training done in time! All I need is a bit of your...wait, how did you know I was in here?

Anger: Certainly not through a spy camera in order to assist your enemies in defeating you.

It's hard to believe that someone can be such a bad liar, but as Will looks to Fallen with a sheepish smile it appears as if he's sure that he was convincing. Shrugging off what was just said, it seems that Anger was right after all. Fallen could care less of beating up his old friend right now! He had a use for him.

FSX: Anyway, I need you to do something for me immediately!

Anger: What's that? Stop spying on you and giving away your information to your enemies.

FSX: Stop saying that or I'll eventually have to listen and beat you to death...

Anger: Alright, if not that then what do you need?

FSX: I need you to be my trainer! You'd be perfect at it, man! Your a wrestler yourself and you know how I work better then most, not to mention that you could help me stay focused and get down to business. What do you say? Please, Will?

What an odd proposal, especially given the blatantly obvious circumstances! Why would Fallen possibly put his training in the hands of a man who is clearly trying his best to sabotage his efforts? That just doesn't make any sense at all. Still, Will appears to be giving it a decent amount of thought for a moment. Was he that bad a person to destroy the dreams of his old friend personally?

Anger: No...I can't just be that dastardly. Sorry man, I have too much ill intent to do it.

FSX: Have you really stopped supporting me to such an extent that you'll do whatever you can to make sure that someone else wins the match? Don't you want to see me on the top of the company? Someone like us having a chance to shine?!

Anger: Come on man, don't guilt trip me...I've gotta do what I've gotta do to get paid, even if that means supporting politics and creating a scandal. I'm sorry, I really am.

FSX: I understand...I guess I'm just doomed then.

Anger: If it makes you feel better I'll still be rooting for you. No matter what I might be doing on the side your still my buddy, and you have my support to the end.

Smiling briefly, Fallen reaches over to suddenly embrace his old bald protege for a moment. It was a sweet and powerful moment of trust and respect that he desperately needed of late, and all in all was likely empowering for him. Still, that likely makes it even more unfortunate of what Fallen has no choice but to do...

FSX: You know I need to beat you up now, right? I mean, for opposing me entirely and stealing my training patterns and all.

Anger: I know...thanks for holding out as long as you could, though. I expected you to smash my face in weeks ago!

FSX: I figured you'd come to your senses and help me make it. It's too bad you couldn't...

Anger: Well, like I said...some people just have to do things they don't want too to get by.

FSX: You make it sound like your a prostitute. Which kind of makes me wonder what Steve would look like if he was a pimp.

Both men seem to take a moment to imagine just what that would be like, before snickering quietly to themselves. Politics ain't easy, after all. As they both try to stop each other from bursting out into hysterical laughter, Fallen is quick to push Will away from him and turn around for a moment. Kneeling down to pick up some of the papers that were still scattered around his locker room floor, he looked back to a surprised Anger and gave a single nod.

FSX: I have to get ready for a match still, man...I'll have to destroy you another day. But remember, if I catch you snooping ever again I will have no choice but to kill you. I don't want to see you ever again.

Anger: Does this mean we're not buddies anymore...?

FSX: Well, not until after Fallen Heroes anyway. But yeah, get out of here before I change my mind and make an example out of you! Come on, get the fuck out!

Anger: Alright.....thanks, Fallen.

Turning away and simply staring to the floor as Anger waits there for a moment, hesitating to leave as he is well aware that this might very well be the last time they ever see each other on good terms, he looks down to the papers in his hands and drops them back to the ground. Shaking his head for a moment as he gave up the evidence that he had came their for, he turned around and quickly made his way out of the locker room as Fallen looked back to him with a soft smile. Returning to his feet and turning around to face the door, Fallen looks down to the stack of papers that Anger dropped and closes his eyes for a moment as he thinks of all he has gone through the last month.

FSX: So much drama...will it all pay off?

Laughing softly at the crazy thought that he would fail after giving such an effort to all that he has done, Fallen quickly walks toward the exit of his locker room and looks back to it once more, before turning off the light and exiting it as he left the helpless cameraman to himself. There was barely anytime remaining now before Fallen Heroes actually took place, and the stress he must be feeling to live up to expectations he has set for himself might be insurmountable...All that's left at this point is to overcome the pressure.

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Jon Taylor and Fallen Souls vs. The Senator, Jason Freeman, and Thunder Train (Credit: BK)

Phillip: This match is a 2 on 3 Handicap Match, scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 440lbs, representing The Second Coming, Jon Taylor and Fallen Souls!

The Second Coming theme hits, whatever it is, and the crowd isn't exactly ecstatic about the entrance of Jon Taylor and Fallen Souls. Both men strut down to the ring, ready to get things underway - ignoring fans ringside - and they step into the ring before waiting for their opponents.

Phillip: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 785lbs, representing The Senatorial Stable, Thunder Train, Jason Freeman, and The Senator!

"Hail to the Chief" sounds throughout the speakers and all three men step out onto the stage to a good reaction from the crowd. While Jason Freeman and Thunder Train, with the bruises of their battle a few months ago, aren't happy that they're working together - they're willing to put their differences aside for the good of the stable. All three enter the ring and look across at their opponents as RAF signals for the bell.

As the match starts, it seems that Fallen Souls will start this match off as opposed to his Second Coming partner, Jon Taylor. Across the ring it seems Jason Freeman will be the first man to get in the ring from the Senatorial Stable team. As the two approach the center of the ring, they lock up in a collar elbow tie up before Freeman forces FSX into the corner. There's a bit of angst from the side of Freeman, knowing full well that FSX left the Senatorial Stable, and he intends to showing him the errors of his ways tonight. RAF manages to pry the two apart and Freeman backs up towards the center of the ring. FSX advances towards Freeman, and the two lock up one more time, this time with FSX locking in a side headlock. A take down quickly follows, but Freeman manages to counter by placing a leg scissors around the neck of the former International Champion.

FSX manages to free himself from the hold, and as both manage to rise to their feet simultaneously, it's Freeman who follows up with a kick to his opponent's abdomen. Several more kicks follow to the abdominal of FSX, managing to get him onto the ropes, and finally Freeman decides to deliver a huge knife edge chop across his chest. FSX holds his chest in pain, and Freeman delivers another one - but it appears FSX managed to endure this one. Another one to the chest of FSX, and the Second Coming member doesn't appear to be backing down, to the delight of his team member Jon Taylor. Seeing that it's apparently not working, Freeman follows up with another kick to the abdomen before whipping FSX across the ring. FSX however manages to counter Freeman's irish whip into an irish whip of his own, sending Freeman across the ring into the ropes. As Freeman comes off the ropes, FSX delivers a huge Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker on his foe before going for the first cover in the match.

ONE
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Freeman manages to get his shoulder up before three, and FSX picks up his opponent in a front facelock and carries him over to The Second Coming corner. Taylor tags himself in before hopping over the ropes and connecting with a swift kick to abdomen. Another forearm to the jaw sends Freeman stumbling across the ring, and he eventually falls on his ass. Taylor picks up Freeman, and attempts to deliver a suplex, but Freeman blocks it and pushes Taylor off of him. Freeman quickly scurries over to his corner where he tags in The Senator, which gets a bit of a pop from the crowd. The Senator enters the ring and Jon Taylor looks ready to get it on. He has been waiting for this encounter since their last one just a few shows ago, and he intends on proving that he's better than the leader of The Senatorial Stable. As The Senator enters the ring, he approaches the center of the ring - which prompts Taylor to run back to his corner and tag in FSX. FSX is a bit taken back by the surprising tag, and the fans in attendance don't like this act of cowardice one bit. FSX however has no objections to getting back in the ring with The Senator, and the former ACW Champion is not pleased.

The two lock up in the center of the ring, and The Senator grabs FSX in a side headlock before maneuvering over into a rear hammerlock. The Senator then pushes FSX from behind across the ring, and makes his way over to Taylor. He manages to grab Taylor by his head, and attempts to pull him in the ring, but FSX breaks this up with a forearm to the back of the longest reigning International Champion's head. FSX continues with the assault, continuing to pummel The Senator in the back of his neck with his forearm, before delivering a European Uppercut.

The Senator stumbles onto the ropes, and FSX continues with a barrage of right hands to his jaw. RAF brings an end to the rather aggressive assault by FSX, pulling him away, and this gives Taylor the perfect opportunity to score with a clothesline from the apron, another heelish move which isn't too popular with the crowd. The Train, who's hunger for competition only grows while standing on the apron, goes absolutely wild and RAF is forced to restrain him as Taylor now grabs The Senator's head and chokes him with the tag rope. After releasing, The Senator begins to gasp for air, and FSX delivers a very quick and sudden Rainbow STO. FSX pulls The Senator closer to the ring, and looks to initiate the cover, but Jon Taylor begs for the tag in. Not being a fan of watching a grown man beg, FSX heads over to his corner and eventually Taylor is tagged in. Taylor scurries into the ring and initiates the cover.

ONE
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[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Taylor can't believe it, and he now goes on the offense with several right hands to the jaw of The Senator. A blatant choke in front of RAF follows, but he breaks it on the count of four. Taylor picks up The Senator, and drags him towards the corner before perching him up on the top turnbuckle. After one more punch to the face, Taylor ascends to the middle turnbuckle, and then the top one - looking to land a high impact maneuver. He hooks the arm for the Superplex, but The Senator begins to fight his way out of it with a few hefty punches to the ribs. It's finally a trifecta of headbutts from the former World Champion which sends Taylor falling off the top rope to the ground below. FSX runs down the apron, hoping to knock The Senator off, but he receives a kick to his face for good measure. The Senator focuses his attention back in the ring on Taylor, who is staggering to his feet, and Senator dives off the top rope and scores with a huge crossbody. The Senator hooks both legs, and it looks as if he's got it here.

ONE
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Taylor manages to free himself from the once in a lifetime maneuver, and the crowd isn't too happy. Both men manage to rise up to their feet, and Taylor goes for a kick but The Senator catches his foot. A Dragon Screw follows and so does the Victory Lock II, which sends Taylor into a world of pain. The leader of The Second Coming screams in the center of the ring as he writhes in pain, and it looks as if at any moment he could tap out. FSX however climbs back up on the apron from that kick by Senator, and decides to make a splash in the ring - a 450 Splash to be exact. FSX springboards from on the apron into the ring, and scores with a 450 Splash on Senator, which prompts him to release the hold.

Jason Freeman now enters the ring and waits for FSX to rise up before taking him over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Taylor rises up to his feet, and trash talks down to a hurt Senator, but he doesn't see that behind him stands the biggest man in this match. The Train seems a bit famished at the point, and would enjoy his hunger satisfied by taking out Jon Taylor. The Entertainment Champion grabs the former International Champion by the neck and hoists him high in the air. In a split second, he drops Taylor onto his shoulder and takes him down with a huge Powerslam to the delight of the fans in attendance. Iron Jaw picks himself up and stands on the apron, staring at the huge Thunder Train from afar and manages to get his attention. Both men look like two bulls ready to go at it, and it's Thunder Train who lands the first blow and knocks Iron Jaw off the apron. Thunder Train continues to scuffle with The Iron Jaw while Freeman whips FSX into the steel steps before hopping up on the apron and tagging himself in.

Freeman enters the ring and stalks Jon Taylor from behind, waiting for him to rise up from the mat. And once he does, Freeman attempts the Middle of Nowhere - but its scouted by the savy in ring competitor. Taylor ducks under the maneuver and scores with a Neckbreaker, taking down Freeman before heading up to a place he isn't too comfortable at - the top rope. Taylor stands perched on the top rope, awaiting Freeman to turn around and once he does - Taylor dives off. The Senator however manages to simultaneously push Freeman out of the way while catching Jon Taylor. He then tosses him across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly suplex to the delight of the crowd, and Taylor rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. The Senator follows his opponent outside the ring and continues to pummel whim while RAF continues to count.

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NINE
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TEN!

*The Bell Rings*

Phillip: And the winners of this match by count out, the team of The Senator, Jason Freeman, and Thunder Train!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

No music sounds as the action continues to go on on the outside, with Iron Jaw and Thunder Train going at it - as well as Jon Taylor and The Senator - while Freeman watches all of this from the inside of the ring while having his arm raised by RAF, but he is blindsided by the man who he pushed into the steel steps - FSX. FSX grabs Freeman by his tights and dumps him over the top rope to the outside to a mixed reaction from the crowd, exhibiting a little preview of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale in Mexico.

Fallen Souls approaches the ropes, continuing to talk a little trash Freeman's way until Alex Richmond appears form nowhere and dumps the former International Champion over the top rope. Massive boos from the crowd follows as Richmond parades around the ring, only to walk right into Jay Zero who has found his way into the ring as well. Throwing all Entourage ties out the window, he kicks Richmond in the abdomen and whips him in the ropes but Richmond counters the irish whip - sending Zero into the ropes. Zero grabs onto the top rope as if it were his life partner, refusing to rebound the way of Alex Richmond. Richmond however decides that if he won't come to him, he'll have to go to Zero, and does exactly that - but Zero pulls down the top rope and sends Richmond soaring over.

The crowd goes absolutely wild and now The Libertines slithers in the ring like the snake he is and hopes to catch Zero from behind. A huge standing dropkick knocks Zero over the rope, but Zero manages to hold on. The Libertines celebrates like it was his birthday, juking and jiving - not realizing that Jay Zero skinned the cat and is back in the ring. As The Libertines finishes up his Nature Boy Strut, he walks right into Jay Zero - who tosses him over the rope with easy which gets a laugh out of the crowd. Jon Taylor races back in the ring and grabs Zero by his feet and dumps him to the outside, to massive heat from the crowd.

Jay Zero is "eliminated" from this faux Battle Royale, but Taylor gets what's coming to him seconds later once he's knocked over the top rope with a superkick from BK London. Massive pop from the crowd follows and The Senator finds his way into the ring. Before The Senator can surprise BK London like the others, BK London turns around and stares at his fellow veteran and smiles. They meet up in the ring, and the crowd can feel that at any moment it could be the clash of the ACW titants. And it IS! BK London throws the first blow and The Senator returns with a haymaker of his own as the two go at it, and the crowd goes absolutely wild. Mr. Red sneaks into the ring from backstage and attempts to clothesline both men over the top rope, but both BK London and The Senator stare at Mr. Red. The pair then hoist Mr. Red over their heads with a joint gorilla press and send him over the top rope to the outside. Both men receive a pop from the crowd and as they turn around they see Aiden Joseph standing at the top of the stage, with the ACW Title hung over his shoulder.

Both The Senator and BK London stare at each other momentarily before turning their attention simultaneously at Aiden Jospeh, current ACW World Champion. All men on the outside soon find their focus on the ACW Champion as Warfare goes off the air...

Or does it?