Fallen Heroes 2008

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Segment: Becoming, Part Four (Credit: Sarin)

The sun tickles Sarin's pale skin. She giggles, readjusting her bikini while shielding her eyes from the sun's blinding rays. Life on the beaches of Maui far surpasses that nonsense back at ACW...

Voice: Excuse me, miss, are you Sarin Rossi?

Sarin: Depends. Are you a scantily-clad Japanese schoolgirl with a tongue of magic?

Yoko Satoshi: Check and check.

Sarin squeals in delight, spreading open her bare legs in a welcome invitation. Yoko wastes little time in shucking off her blouse, silky black hair falling over her pert, supple brea--

Stanton: Fantasizing, are we?

Dull, throbbing pain knocks Sarin back to reality. She tries to scratch the lump forming on the back of her skull...

Sarin: Ohhhhh Allah above...I didn't know you were into handcuffs, you kinky bastard.

Her cheek earns her another stinging slap. The resulting pain heightens her senses. She makes out other occupants of the downstairs storage area. Stanton, of course, frightening as always. Lucrezia, licking blood off the walls. The Cardinal Damiano, fretting to no one in particular. And Cesare, trying to make himself as small as humanly possible.

Sarin: You set me up...you filthy son of a bitch!

Stanton: Yes. Young Cesare here is quite the actor. Takes after his father: a poor caricature of a holy man.

Sarin struggles against her bonds, throwing Cesare the dirtiest look she can muster.

Sarin: At the risk of sounding cliche, you won't get away with this!

Stanton: Oh really? I beg to differ. You see, Ms. Rossi, you're securely bound and I'm a dangerous man with a foot-long ceremonial dagger leveled at your heart.

He procures the twisted, silver blade from the folds of his jacket. She shudders; the metal blade touches her skin and it's quite cold.

Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Stab her already and be done with it!

Stanton: My dear Cardinal, allow me to savor the moment. Remember our agreement: you will drink her blood first.

He pauses for a second, bearing down at Sarin with a maniacal grin.

Stanton: Okay, moment savored.

The blade plunges into her side.

Sarin does not give Stanton the sadistic satisfaction he so craves.

Stanton: It's no fun if you don't scream!

He twists the blade.

Sarin's voice is barely above a whisper.

Sarin: I'm...having...the t-time...of m-my life.

Stanton: Of course. Lucrezia, the chalice please.

He rips the blade from Sarin's torso without ceremony. Lucrezia dutifully collects Sarin's crimson stores in a golden, bejeweled chalice.

Sarin: That hurt!

Stanton: I believe, Cardinal, that immortality awaits you...

With shaky hands, the Cardinal takes two steps forward, his withered countenance ecstatic beyond belief. Stanton hands over the chalice.

Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Sweet Gesu...my moment has finally come...!

He downs Sarin's blood with a single gulp.

The rumble of a terrible earthquake drowns out Sarin's cry of protest. There's a flash of light, a shrieking wail, then...

Silence.

Sarin cracks open one eye, blinks, then smiles.

Sarin: Good work, Cesare. You were right all along.

Cesare grins, admiring his father.

Cesare: We really have Lucrezia to thank. She did the clairvoyant premonition thing, after all.

Lucrezia: I saw a stone...and a stone was made.

The three young adults turn to face the massive mountain stone, exactly where the Cardinal was naught moments ago. Cesare helps Sarin to her feet. With a rapid twist of her arms, the ropes slide off and crumple to the floor.

Sarin: Sorry, Stanton. Lucrezia here 'saw' what would happen if one should complete Forticius Sevantion. The ritual indeed makes the participant immortal--as a living hunk of useless mountain rock. Something your translators obviously missed.

Lucrezia: The life of the gods...

Cesare: ...with the endurance of the mountain stone.

Sarin: Crazy though she may be, Lucrezia has no interest in transforming herself into a mountain stone. She'd much prefer annihilating the man who put her brother Cesare in grave danger.

The subject of Lucrezia's hungry stare, Stanton backs slowly into a corner.

Lucrezia: My tummy is growly...and the moon is whispering to me...all sorts of dreadful things.

Stanton: Fools! You think my plan isn't secure? I will return, and I will have my revenge!

He hurls a small pellet, which releases a dizzying smoke. By the time it clears, Stanton is already gone.

Sarin: Ugh...villains really need to find a better way to make an exit. Secondhand smoke kills, you know.

Cesare turns to Sarin, positively beaming.

Cesare: Thank you. I'm...we're...forever in your debt.

Sarin: Forever, huh? I could get used to tha--whoa boy!

She stumbles, blood still seeping from the wound in her side...Cesare catches her, motioning to Lucrezia to give him a hand.

Cesare: Hospital, now! Lu, get the door...

Sarin: You're a good man, Cesare...I think I'm going to pass out now, but you're doing great...

Just another day at the office for Sarin...title match, near-death experience, stopping a psycopath and his satanic crony from achieving immortality...

With a dazed smile, Sarin once more allows unconsciousness to claim her...

You done good today, kiddo. You done good...

Final Fade.

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Betrayal

Part Eleven: The End

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Chapter 4: The Retribution

Credit: Jake Cheng[/center]

Present Time: Hong Kong

In a mysterious and shady office room, Huang-Fu Cheng puts on his suit jacket coat, grabs his wallet from the nearby table and reaches for the doorknob to his office. Suddenly, a generic cell phone ring fills the silent room and Huang-Fu takes out his cell phone in a lightning-fast and seemingly familiar maneuver.

Huang-Fu: Hai?

Jake: Hello Father.

Huang-Fu: Jake! Shouldn’t you be preparing for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale? I’m leaving the office right now so I can watch your return.

Jake: I’m honored to hear that Father. I’m glad to know you will be watching me tonight.

Huang-Fu: Did you get a good number?

Jake: Good enough. How’s Mother?

Huang-Fu: She’s fine. How is Kirsten doing?

Jake: She’s fine.

Huang-Fu notices the slight anger in his son’s voice, but does not make the connection that he was revealed to be the conspirator of the kidnapping by the Triad members Wing Yin and Lee Yang.

Jake: Well, I better get going. I will make you proud tonight.

Huang-Fu: Good to hear. Show them who is boss.

The Triad leader hangs up his phone and place it back in his coat pocket. Once again he reaches for the doorknob and opens the door. He jumps when he sees his son who he expected to be hundreds of miles away standing two feet from him. Holding a gun to his head.

Huang-Fu: What....what....

Jake: I know everything. Wing and Lee weren’t as loyal as you thought. If you wanted me killed, you should have sent people who would get attached.

Huang-Fu: Killed? I don’t...

Jake: I heard the recording.

Huang-Fu: Oh...

Jake: OH! IS ALL THE FUCK YOU CAN SAY WHEN YOU GET CAUGHT IS “OH”?

Huang-Fu: You make me sick. You always have.

Jake pulls the trigger.

Fade Out.

End Betrayal.

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OTA Segment: The final (and very short) Training Session (Credit: Jason Freeman)

The following segment took place on Monday....

Freeman stands in the ring...looking at Morgan, who has been waiting for him...Freeman had received a text message on his phone earlier..."If you want another shot at this, meet me here Monday night at 11"...and he came. Last session had not gone well, but he felt if he didn't show up, he'd be backing down...and he wasnt about to do that.

Morgan: Well, well, you actually showed up. I'm shocked.

Freeman looks down, at first not saying a word, but then he looks back up at Morgan

Freeman: I lost my temper last time. I should't have left...but, it's just that---

Morgan: That I brought back some old, painful, memories, eh? Some painful memories of---

Freeman: Of losing to you, yeah, I admit it! Okay?! Yes, I had a hard time dealing with the fact that I had been defeated by you again, and that---

Morgan: But it's okay though, because you just did what you always do, right? You went off on your own again, just like last time, when you---

Freeman: Yes, I was wrong! I admit it! I was sick of losing to you, and I was so caught up in myself, that the only option I saw was going above you, and going off by myself. I screwed you over, stopped you from joining ACW, and became a star by myself, and---

Morgan: Well, I'd hardly call you star, but---

Freeman: Shut up, Dave. Listen to me. Yes, I did all of that. I admit it. It was almost two years ago. Okay? Yes, sure, I made this mistake, and I guess there really is no way to make it up to you, but I'm not the same person now. Maybe I haven't changed as much as I'd like, but I wouldn't do that again. I know that you're enjoying all of this, and maybe I deserve it. I admit it. But listen. I know that if there is anybody who can help me win this battle royal, it's going to be you. Now, maybe I'll lose anyways. But, listen, you said you'd do what you can to help, and we can discuss the rest later.

Morgan laughs indignantly

Morgan: OH, yes sure. Let's discuss the rest later. Listen, Freeman. I haven't completely forgiven you. As you said, I am slightly enjoying this, but I am helping you. Like, as I said...I---

And then he jumps into the air, turning, going for that same kick again...the one that Freeman was hit by last time...but this time, Freeman IS prepared...he ducks, and rolls under it, feeling Morgan's foot brush past the top of his head. Freeman completes his roll, and quickly, bounces off the ropes, as Morgan, stunned at Freeman's astuteness, gets up, turning...only to turn right into a bicycle kick by Freeman. Morgan goes back against the ropes, and Freeman goes for a clothesline. Again Morgan attempts to flip him over the ropes, but this time Freeman grabs them, and ends up on the apron. Morgan looks like he's about to attack, and Freeman looks like he's about to get his guard up, but then both stop, and look at each other intensely. Morgan nods his head, and then puts down his arms.

Morgan: Hm. Nice job. You've been practicing by yourself I see. Of course...you should have gotten me over the ropes...but...it's an improvement.

Freeman: Well, I HAVE been practicing. And I've been doing what you said. Ive been thinking of taking Thunderkiss/Aiden Joseph's title...but...Ive not only been thinking of that. Ive not only been thinking of my own glory. Im thinking of proving to YOU that now I am much better than two years ago. And that I can do more than you think.

This time Morgan laughs more good-humoredly

Morgan: Freeman, Freeman. Here's the problem with you. I never said that I DIDNT think you were much better. Hell, I thought you were great two years ago! You know, you have this mean flaw of constantly assuming that people are thinking less of you than they are. This isn't the world vs Freeman, as much as you want to believe that. Everyone knows you're a respected wrestler. You have room for improvement, of course, but I think you underestimate what people think of you.

Freeman: But you---

Morgan: I nothing. Look, Freeman, whether or not Im still "bitter" as you said, Im not going to put down your abilities in the ring. Freeman, go out there, and do the best you can. Will I nececarrily be rooting for you? Maybe not. But listen, your problem is getting in the right mindset. I mean, I can only lead you to that. You stopped me from eliminating you right now. Keep it up. You don't need nearly as much "Training" as you think I do. Keep practicing, and just get your head straight.

With that, Morgan begins to leave the ring, and begins heading out the door, shocking Freeman, who stares after him, eyes wide.

Freeman: You're LEAVING?! We've only been here for about two minutes! Our last session lasted the same amount!

Morgan: Freeman, I've shown you all I can. Keep yourself motivated, and you can do it. You know why you reversed that move? Because it was me doing it, and you couldnt wait to prove that you could stop me. You need to go into all your matches with that fire. Where'd your fire go? You had it, you lost it. Refind it. That's all I can help YOU with. And as long as it took you to figure that out was as long as we needed. You may not realize it, but this session was important. Get out there, Freeman, and good luck.

He smirks again, before leaving Freeman alone in the ring. Freeman once again looks at the picture of Thunderkiss/Aiden Joseph holding up the ACW championship, and then takes another look at Morgan looking away....and then he nods to himself. He's ready.

Fade.

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Segment: "No Escape" (Credit: Rattlesnake/The Revolutionary)

Not long after Rattlesnake was attacked, he regains consciousness. He's tied to the steel chair he was hit with. The Revolutionary sits 5 feet away, just outside of Rattlesnake's reach.

Rattlesnake: Hey! Let me go! You have no right to do this.

"Oh, I don't, do I?"

Rattlesnake: You don't! Untie me you son of a bitch!

"I don't like that tone Snake. You should be nice to me."

Rattlesnake: And why should I be?

The Revolutionary pulls out a sharp knife and holds it in front of Rattlesnake's face.

"Because I have this. If you decide to get even the slightest bit disrespectful, I won't hesitate to return that disrespect with a cut."

Rattlesnake: You think that's supposed to scare me? You know it would be a stupid mistake to do something like that. Fuck you!

"Fuck you? It's not that. It's 'cut you,' Snake."

The Revolutionary takes the knife and slices up part of Rattlesnake's leg. All he can do is scream in pain while the knife penetrates his skin.

Rattlesnake: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Revolutionary pulls the bloody knife out and places it beside him.

"Do I have your attention now?"

Rattlesnake: AHHH!! YES, FUCK!

"Good. Now about that apology. I don't want to give it anymore. You had your chance to accept it and you turned it down. That wasn't a wise decision and look what it's cost you already."

Rattlesnake: What...AHH...what do you want from me?

"So it comes to this? You want to know what I want from you?"

The Revolutionary bellows. Rattlesnake, dealing with the throbbing pain of the knife cut, looks at The Revolutionary.

Rattlesnake: There's obviously have something...ahh...that you want from me. Otherwise you wouldn't be..ahh...constantly after me like this.

"That's not true. You see Snake, I'm not after anything from you. You're just the constant victim that I have chosen to torment. All of this, it's a game to me. A game that you'll always lose."

Rattlesnake: Is that a fact?

"It is indeed. You just have to deal with that fact. Everything you've set yourself up for as far as fame goes and you get taken down like this. You've been removed from that pedestal Snake. You're not the clever bastard everyone thinks you are."

Rattlesnake: That's where you're wrong. I'll prove that anytime, anywhere. I'll prove it in that ring if I have to.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening."

Rattlesnake: And why is that?

"You won't be going out to the ring. You're going to be stuck here. I've inflicted enough pain on you to keep you out of my way for the rest of the night. You won't be around for my big announcement later on."

The Revolutionary stands up and grabs the knife. He grabs a towel and wraps it around Rattlesnake's leg.

"That wasn't very smart of you Snake. Now stay here."

The Revolutionary leaves Rattlesnake's locker room. He looks off to the side and nods. Seconds later, a forklift backs up in front of the door. The Revolutionary walks over and pulls out the key.

"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Snake, there's no way you're getting out of this one."

The scene fades when The Revolutionary puts the key in his pocket.

Fade Out.

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Segment: A warning to all
Credit: Jon Taylor

The scene opens up at the backstage area; the PPV is nearing the latter stage as the only match remaining is the Battle Royal which houses 30 participants. As such the backstage area is quieter than usual due to the fact that a great deal of the roster are busy preparing for the match in their locker rooms. There however is one man who is not, that man is Jon Taylor. Taylor man be seen standing in front of a camera in the interview section of the backstage area. This would of course indicate he is about to cut a promo or do a interview; in this instance one would have to go with the former. The camera man says something to Taylor who then immediately readies himself to begin.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Tonight, I, Jon Taylor will finally be given the opportunity that I have been denied for so long; the opportunity to fight for a World Title shot. See, tonight is the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal where there are 30 participants all fighting it out to be the last remaining person at the end of the match, where the winner shall be given a World Title shot at Omega Effect; the biggest PPV in the ACW calender. Of course, the competition is stiff; you have BK London to Flamingo in this match, as well as the jobbers from Mr. Red to Jason Freeman to fill it out. But, really when you look at it there is only one realistic scenario you can come to when evaluating this match and that is; The Ultimate Competitor beating 29 other men. All the competitors in this match have their weaknesses; however, The Ultimate Competitor does not. It doesn't matter who I face, how many I'm against at any given time, I will still beat my opponents and I will beat them good.

The only worry I have for this match is the location; but then again who the hell wouldn't be?! That's right we're in Mexico fucking City, and that means a whole arena packed full of Mexicans. Now, I know you can see my problem here, because I'm not too sure whether I will able to make my way to the ring without vomiting out there from the horrific smell the Mexicans produce. There are showers and baths for a reason...USE THEM! But then again, they're all poor bastards so they can't afford clean water. Though, even bathing in sewers would undoubtedly improve their stench. You know what? I think I’m going to have to bring out a clothes line peg or something so I can actually make it in the ring without having the fear of passing out.

However, something a bit more interesting to talk about rather than the stench of Mexicans is the motives for Gingertwat bringing ACW here in the first place! It's clear to me he did it for one reason and one reason only; to screw The Second Coming over once more! See, there's no way in hell he'd drag us here for any other reason; it's not like Mexicans can afford a ticket anyway - I'm sure I saw the event is free tonight! No, Gingertwat did it because he wanted to give every advantage to his golden boys. People like BK London, Senator etc. they are all acclimatized to the stench because at heart they're all dirty thieving lazy fucking Mexicans who won't make way for the new generation even though their time is up! Gingertwat however underestimated The Ultimate Competitor, oh yes! Stench or not, one thing's for certain Gingertwat - I'm going to kick your boy's asses one by one and then maybe move on to the Mexicans for dessert!

However, that's enough regarding the Mexicans; there's someone else who deserves a bit of the action and that is of course Old Man Phillips! Yes, we can't let Steve escape without a bit of attention can we?! I'm sure you had a field day on Monday didn't you, Steve? Well you certainly could of done a bit of track and field the way you were running away from me like a scared girl! You may of thought you were a smart man avoiding damage on Warfare, but I can assure you, you've only made things worse for you for tonight! I'm tired of you running away like a pussy, Steve - and this match is perfectly suited to stopping you from acting like a pansy! There's a saying Steve; you can run but you can't hide...well in this match you can do NEITHER! And once we get into the ring at the same time it will only be a matter of how and not when I end your career! It's been a long time coming, Steve - too long. And The Ultimate Competitor is done waiting.

Yes, tonight is finally not only the night that Jon Taylor finally gets his opportunity for the World Title at Omega Effect but also finally retires Senator Steve Phillips. Too long have you used "politics" and backstage influence to stay where you're not wanted. Too long have you used "politics" and backstage to stay where you're not needed. Tonight you will finally be put where you are needed, tonight you will finally be put where you are needed; on the scrap heap! Tonight is just the first instance in a long line of ridding ACW of the people who have plagued it for so long and brought it down with them. Tonight Senator. Tomorrow BK. Next Week Gingertwat. One thing that is for sure, is that this is just the first in a long line of retirements, and that ACW, is nothing but the truth.

As Taylor stares at the camera with intensity rarely seen before the picture slowly fades away into darkness.

Fade.

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Segment: Field Training (Credit: AK)

The main event is now imminent, and being a practical sort of fed, ACW handily schedules a 10 minute break for 17,000 people to use the restrooms before the Rumble begins.

About halfway up one of the stands overlooking the ring, a youngish man wearing dark shades sits and gazes at the centre of the empty ring. He has a short ponytail in his stunningly blonde hair, and those shades hide eyes of gem-like refraction, blue as a summer Arctic sky.

The seat next to him is empty, but it is not destined to be so for long, as his companion (or should that be chaperone?) squeezes back along the row, a couple of beverages in hand.

Reg: ‘Ere we go, Kai. Sorry about the wait, the queue for the bogs is mental.

The younger man takes his drink, and shrugs.

Kai: I guess it’s always sensible to “save your game” before the big fight, hmm?

Reg chuckles.

Reg: Yeah.

He starts fiddling with a bag of snacks as Kai continues to stare out at the arena. So many people… how he would have liked to surprise them tonight. But choosing your moment is key, and he has another moment in mind…

Reg: Ah, NUTS!

Nuts is right, as Reg’s bag explodes, showing the row in front. Lots of annoyed Mexicans turn around, but fortunately Reg breaks out his “Don’t fuck with me, Jose” look which deters any unpleasantness. Kai just raises his eyebrow a little, and leans back in his seat.

Reg: Ok, so this is why we came here. Pay close attention, son; the next time you see some of these people in the flesh, you’ll be the one in the spotlight.

Kai nods, very slowly.

Kai: I know. My time will come… soon enough.

The crowd is getting restless; the blue-eyed man can practically taste their energy, and he smiles, properly this time. Reg thumbs through the programme until he finds something in particular, and rolls his eyes.

Reg: Christ, there he is. He looks like something out of Takeshi’s Castle.

Kai: It’s his birthday present. Let him have his fun.

Reg: Fun? Oh yes, it’ll be loads of fun until the rest of them realize he’s not actually a wrestler. A few hours of training does not a contender make, my lad. Still, at least you’ll see how not to do it.

Kai does not reply. He secretly suspects that Reg is a little bit jealous….

In any case, the lights are going down, and the match is about to begin.

It’s time….

Fade.

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Match 4: Fallen Heroes Rumble 2008
(Credit: Dan White, FSX, Danny Mainer, Scott Andrews, AJ, The Senator and AK)

The undercard has delivered some amazing action and genuine shocks, and the crowd will be talking about some of those events for weeks. But for now their minds are on just one thing.

30 Superstars.

One chance at greatness.

If it were purely a matter of technical skill, or heartfelt desire, every entrant would have a legitimate claim to the prize on offer. No one knows who will come out on top, and that’s the beauty of this annual battleground. All anyone can do now is give it their all, and hope for that touch of magic to descend at just the right moment…

Taking his mic in hand, Philip enters the ring.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for tonight’s main event… the Fallen Heroes Rumble!

Massive cheers all round.

Philip: The rules are simple; two wrestlers begin the match, and then another enters every two minutes, until all 30 entrants have been brought into the match. Wrestlers are eliminated by being thrown over the top rope so that both feet touch the floor on the outside of the ring, with the last man standing declared as the winner and automatically granted a shot at the ACW World Title at Omega Effect IV. Therefore, without further ado, our first entrant...

”Hello Brooklyn” hits and the fans, although already knowing he was number one, still cheer and leap to their feet as The Boy Wonder walks out to a full entrance.

Philip: Making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York...BK London!

Pyro goes off in great quantities as BK London emerges on to the stage with an utterly determined air about him. He confidently walks to the ring, with one goal on his mind: if forced to choose, he'd rather relish the chance of taking out Adrian Flamingo than go to Omega Effect with a title shot, but he also knows he has a chance of killing two birds with one stone – and if anyone can achieve such a feat, BK must be one of the very few with a credible chance of doing so. Having last held the belt in late 2006, it's certainly not a question of whether he truly wants to become ACW's first ever three-time champion or not; but so many factors could potentially come into play…

There's another huge reaction from the crowd, but it's not, as BK thinks, for him - as he's suddenly ambushed from behind by Adrian and Mickey Flamingo!

McNally: What a dirty cheap shot by Flamingo!

Having come storming out of the entrance at a run and caught up to his quarry, Adrian clubs BK in the back, and throws him into the ring, and this match officially begins as the bell rings. The attack certainly took BK by surprise, and he's in no state to fight back as Adrian enters the ring and begins furiously booting BK in the torso region. Mickey shouts encouragement from the outside, confusing the referee contingent; Adrian is relentless with his attack, but BK manages to grab the booting foot, and with as much upper body strength as possible, shoves Flamingo backwards. Flamingo lands on the mat with a thud, and he looks up only to witness BK charging towards him. BK lands on top of Flamingo, smacking him ferociously in the face. BK leaps off and takes a great big yell of “COME ON!” to the fans, who are in bits at this unprecedented start to proceedings. He grabs Flamingo by the head, but Flamingo pokes BK in the eye, a cruel cheap shot. He then bounces BK off the ropes and as BK reaches the centre of the ring again, grabs his head and flings him over the ropes! He turns around, satisfied with the elimination, but turns around to see a rather unfortunate situation.

Edison: BK's held on to the ropes! His feet never touched the floor!

BK manages to skin the cat, getting back into the ring with brilliant athleticism. He quickly turns around, grabbing Flamingo's head and smashing it into his knee. He then drags Flamingo to the ropes and flips him over, and the crowd begin to get loud again. But Flamingo manages to land his feet on the apron, and looks straight up to see BK's clenched fist smash in between his eyes. Flamingo jerks back, but keeps a grip on the ropes. BK then tries to spear into Flamingo's body, but he manages to dodge. BK attempts a punch, but Flamingo ducks it, and follows it up with an elbow to the face. BK's dazed and confused, but he manages to shake it off with an elbow of his own to Flamingo's temple. This puts Flamingo in a very vulnerable position, and BK is ready to eliminate him.

Edison: Goodbye, Flamingo!

McNally: Hang on there, what the hell is Mickey doing with that chair?!

Having dodged the referees all around (which is an impressive feat in itself), Mickey quickly enters the ring, and cracks the chair across the back of BK's head, and BK falls forwards towards the ropes. Flamingo pulls them down, and BK falls out the ring!

Philip: BK London is eliminated!!

- ELIMINATION -
BK LONDON via ADRIAN FLAMINGO

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Crowd: BOOOO!!!

The fans are utterly incensed, and Mickey exits the ring as Flamingo collapses on the mat, suffering from the force of BK’s attacks. Mickey continues the assault on last year's winner, cracking him repeatedly with the chair, and causing havoc at ringside until there's another pop from the crowd.

Edison: Carter! Jerome Carter's here!

Carter grabs Mickey and throws him into the barricades surrounding the ring. Seeing that BK is in no state to remain anywhere near the match, Carter then pulls BK to his feet and assists him out of the arena – and he is passed by the burly and now steaming-mad figure of Head Referee Raymond Allen Fleming.

McNally: Oh my, RAF is on the warpath, Eddie…

Indeed he is. The Flamingos’ smug looks quickly fade as RAF snaps his fingers and receives Philip’s mic, unleashing his wrath upon the pair of them.

RAF: YOU, Mickey Flamingo, now listen here! Get the hell out of my arena, AT ONCE, you reprobate!

Mickey tries to protest, but RAF is not taking any crap, not on a night as important as this. He points directly at Adrian Flamingo.

RAF: And as for you, sonny Jim – I’ve got my eye on you from here on in. If I see so much as a closed fist punch, you will be immediately disqualified. Understand?

The crowd cheers at RAF’s hardball attitude; realizing that they’ve no room left for maneuver, Mickey sulks away. He walks up the ramp, brushing past Carter and BK as he exits since Carter has paused to see what is going on, and is already gone as the crowd sees them and gives BK a standing ovation for his efforts, and unfair elimination.

It’s certainly been a full two minutes, and with impeccable timing the countdown begins for the next opponent.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

*KLAXON*

Philip: And the entrant that drew number 3...ANTHRAX!

”Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica hits and Mainer's bodyguard gets a larger than normal reaction, carrying his trusty Kendo stick as he comes out to the ring.

McNally: It's ANTHRAX! He's certainly a deadly one, especially with that Kendo Stick

He runs down and enters the ring, where Flamingo is up, but still recovering from BK. The bodyguard may not be the biggest of the “protection forces” in ACW, but that Kendo stick provides enough fear as far as Adrian's chances of winning this match goes; Flamingo glares at RAF, who with a nod back to his own heel days becomes absorbed in checking the entry order on Philip’s notes. Taking the initiative, ANTHRAX forces Flamingo into a corner, and attempts to thrust the Kendo stick into Flamingo's stomach. Flamingo has the agility to dart to one side, and ANTHRAX hits the middle turnbuckle. He turns around, and Flamingo begins to throw some quickfire open hand punches, but ANTHRAX responds with a knife edge chop, which takes effect on Flamingo. ANTHRAX then uses the Kendo Stick, whacking it hard against Flamingo's chest. Adrian falls to one knee, and ANTHRAX repeats the same treatment. Flamingo's chest is beginning to glow red, as ANTHRAX uses the stick against the side of Adrian's throat, almost in a beheading manner, and the force is enough to ground Flamingo. ANTHRAX smirks, and picks Flamingo up. He throws him at the ropes, and takes him down with little difficulty with a swinging neckbreaker. ANTHRAX gets back to his feet, and smirks down at Flamingo.

McNally: Well in a one on one battle, Flamingo has so far been battered by ANTHRAX!

Edison: Wherever he may be, I bet BK wishes he had the same opportunity...

Flamingo slowly rises to his feet, and looks over to ANTHRAX, who leaps into the air, holding the Kendo stick behind his head. Flamingo rolls out the way at the last moment, and the stick smashes into the ground, breaking and therefore now useless to ANTHRAX. He discards it to the outside, turns around, and Flamingo punches him in the face. ANTHRAX spins around 180 degrees from impact, and Flamingo swings a foot against ANTHRAX's, who falls to the floor. Flamingo relishes the opportunity, landing some knee strikes to the chest and head, showing little remorse, much like he did to BK. He lifts ANTHRAX up and forces him into the corner. He tries to lift a leg over the ropes, but ANTRHAX manages to grab Flamingo's head and butt it, causing him to fall to the ground. ANTHRAX remains in the corner to catch his breath, but Flamingo is quick to his feet, hitting a drop-kick which takes ANTHRAX by surprise, as the counter shows up again:

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*KLAXON*

Philip: And the entrant that drew number 4...Jake Steele!

”Ironman” by Black Sabbath hits, and Steele rushes down the ring to a warm reception from this Mexican crowd.

McNally: Jake Steele, a promising competitor. This is the youngster's first ever Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, and an underdog if you've ever seen one.

He's quick down the ramp and to enter the ring, where he turns his attention on Flamingo, who was busy hitting ANTHRAX in the face. Steele turns Flamingo around, and to a huge pop, begins unleashing hell upon him. Flamingo is the unfortunate receiver of several elbows and punches to the face. Steele throws him at the ropes, and plants him to the ground with a clothesline. Flamingo gets to his feet again and Steele again throws him at the ropes, but this time Flamingo ducks the clothesline. Steele turns around, and is on the receiving end of a brutal knee to the kidneys as Flamingo once again takes control of affairs. The fans jeer as Steele writhes around in pain, and Flamingo rests on the ropes. But he's taken by surprise as ANTHRAX grabs him, attempting a Dragon Suplex. Flamingo hooks his feet on the ropes, not allowing ANTHRAX to lift him up, elbowing him in the face and following that up with a Wheelbarrow to Stunner! ANTHRAX flies backwards, temporarily out the match as Flamingo gets to his feet, the only one of three men currently standing.

Edison: Flamingo's still standing!

McNally: Indeed, but does he have what it takes to go all the way? He'll need the stamina to potentially last another hour, maybe even 90 minutes, if he wants to win this.

Flamingo boots both of his opponents thus far half-heartedly, before looking around the ring, and also outside it. A BK retaliation could happen at any point, and with the Omega Effect Main Event in the distance, he doesn't wish for any unwanted distractions. Jake Steele manages to pick himself up, and the two begin to exchange punches. Steele ducks one and doesn't let Flamingo turn around, instead elbowing him in the lower back, shoving him forward. Flamingo manages to turn around, but walks straight into a T-Bone Suplex, which shakes the ring. Steele gets to his fight, mighty shocked as he grounds one of the big players in ACW, with the crowd giving the youngster a great reaction. He looks on, and he's now the only one standing, as the countdown appears again.

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*KLAXON*

Philip: And the entrant that drew number 5...”The Ultimate Competitor” Jon Taylor!

”Revolution Begins” by Arch Enemy, and the fans jeer loudly as Jon Taylor takes his time walking down the ramp.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Edison: Now things start to get interesting! I’m sure Taylor’s hacked off at such an early entry number, but let’s see what his long game is like.

McNally: Another one who has yet to fight in a Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, but Taylor's been here longer than Steele, and is potentially the true dark horse in this match.

We have four in the ring for the first time as Taylor enters the ring, and starts battling with the only other man standing at the minute, that being Jake Steele. The two exchange blows, one of what has already been a few and what will be many more exchanges, with both suffering hard shots to the face. Taylor whips Steele at the ropes and the two lock up again, Taylor hitting some cheap blows to the stomach. Taylor lets go, and Steele's doubled over. Seeing that he's in a vulnerable position, Taylor hits the ropes and plants Steele with a swinging neckbreaker. He gets to his feet, and stands face to face with ANTHRAX. Taylor throws a punch, ANTHRAX throws one back noticeably harder, and Taylor falls flat on his arse. Flamingo meanwhile is taking some time to rest in a corner, as ANTRAX lifts up the slowly recovering Steele. He whips Steele at the ropes, but Steele managing to grab hold of them. ANTHRAX rushes towards Steele, but Steele ducks. ANTHRAX manages to stop himself flying over the top rope, but Steele grabs him and attempts to eliminate him.

Despite being over 25 lbs lighter, Steele manages to lift a leg of the ropes, and clubs ANTHRAX a couple of times in the face. He tries to lift the other leg, but ANTHRAX manages to respond with a vicious elbow to the face. Steele stumbles backwards, and ANTHRAX lifts his leg over the ropes and rushes towards Steele. What he doesn't see though is Taylor climb to his feet, and knock the big guy down with a flying crossbody. ANTHRAX is flattened, and Steele aids Taylor in beating him down. The duo put the boots in, before lifting ANTHRAX to his feet. They whip him at the ropes, and take him down with a clothesline. They look at each other, smirk, and lift ANTHRAX up again. They hit him with a double Back Drop, and get to their feet. Steele smirks down at ANTHRAX, but this proves to be a rookie mistake as Taylor takes him from behind with a German Suplex. Taylor gets to his feet, satisfied with himself. As Taylor parades himself as the second coming (like his stable namesake), Flamingo cunningly rises to his feet, and takes Taylor down with a type of football tackle in the corner. They begin exchanging blows as the countdown appears again.

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*KLAXON*

Philip: And the entrant that drew number 6...The Libertines!!

There's a comical and warm pop from the crowd as “Delivery” by Babyshambles hits, and Libertines makes his way to the ring. He stops halfway down and poses… because he’s cool like that.

Libertines immediately rushes to the corner where Flamingo and Taylor are brawling it out, grabs hold of Taylor and hits an impressive Snap Suplex. Flamingo then looks at Libertines, almost with a smirk, and he kicks Libertines in the gut. He hooks the arm and tries to suplex Libertines out the ring, and gets as far to lift him up, but Libertines lands on the apron. He then leaps onto the second rope, bouncing over Flamingo, grabbing his head and slamming Flamingo to the ground! The fans are certainly surprised to see Libertines fight quite like this, and he grabs Steele, hitting a Spinbeuster. He gets to his feet and picks the last person he's yet to encounter – ANTHRAX – and lifts him up. He attempts an Irish Whip, but it's reversed, and ANTHRAX slams him hard with a clothesline which sends Libertines into performing flips. ANTHRAX looks over, and Taylor is back to his feet. The two grapple towards the ropes, Taylor trying to force ANTHRAX over the ropes, but ANTHRAX will have none of it. Taylor clubs him a couple of times, whilst ANTHRAX seems to absorb the punches, almost like he is waiting to explode with a flourish.

This doesn't come, as Flamingo grabs ANTHRAX, and boots him in the gut. ANTHRAX is temporarily stunned, and Flamingo and Taylor again come to blows, getting close to one of the corners. As they exchange punches, Steele and Libertines get to their feet, and their fight begins in the opposite corner to Taylor and Flamingo. It appears that Flamingo and Steele are winning their fights, and both grab their opponents, with intent to whip them into the centre of the ring. But Taylor and Libertines reverse to moves, only for it to be removed again. But before both Taylor and Libertines clash against each other, ANTHRAX gets up and rushes forwards, shoulder blocking the pair of them. Libertines flies against the ropes and has a tumble, whilst Taylor crashes into the turnbuckle, where he remains to rejuvenate himself. Libertines is quick to his feet too, and he and Flamingo begin to battle at one side of the ring. Flamingo hits him a couple of times, and tries to clothesline him over the ropes, but Libertines hits a sly low blow and manages to escape, as ANTHRAX and Steele fight at the other side of the ring. The countdown then again returns to the screen.

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*KLAXON*

Philip: And the entrant that drew number 7...The Thunder Train!!

”Ice Train” hits, and the crowd are hostile towards the Train, as he enters the ring.

McNally: It's Thunder Train! It's his first Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, but at 360 lbs he's the heaviest in the match so far, and that has always favoured people in the past.

Train smirks as he enters the ring. Flamingo is closest to him, and is doubled over from the low blow, so he gets the first damage: a scoop slam that shakes the ring. Libertines is next to follow, and Train grounds him with a huge Derailment (Suplex into Powerslam), and Libertines rolls into the side of the ring and temporarily out of the match. Taylor is the next casualty, having only just recovered out of the turnbuckle and he walks into another hard scoop slam. Train then turns around and pays his attention to ANTHRAX and Steele. He begins on Steele, but ANTHRAX grabs him by the head and knees him. Train is stunned, but it's not nearly enough to keep the big guy down. Steele then hits ANTHRAX with a Jumping Heel Strike, and then takes Train into the corner. Flamingo and Taylor meanwhile get to their feet, and begin to fight again. Taylor tries to use his head to force Flamingo into the ropes, but Flamingo grabs Taylor's stomach and lifts him over the ropes. He tries to force Taylor out the ring, but he lands on the apron and again uses his head as a battering ram to force Flamingo away.

McNally: Well we've got here 6 people in the ring, but so far we've only had one elimination, and if this match was to follow the trend of previous Rumbles, we may have to be here for up to another 90 minutes before we see a winner.

Edison: It's too tough to call at the minute. We have only had 7 competitors, who knows who's waiting in that dressing room...

Taylor climbs through the ropes again, as we continue in the match. Flamingo, Steele, Taylor and Train all glare at each other, as ANTHRAX exits the ring under the ropes and begins rummaging under the apron. The four men meanwhile all run into each other and lock up in what seems like a four-way lock up, until it quickly breaks away into Flamingo vs. Steele and Taylor vs. Train, in opposite sides of the ring. But unlike the previous cliché, this doesn't turn into people running into each other. Instead, Steele, whilst quietly bricking the prospect of having to fight one of ACW's best, keeps his head down and grapples with Flamingo. Taylor meanwhile knows he's up against someone well over 100 lbs heavier than him, and adopts a cautious approach as a result. ANTHRAX though grabs a trash can lid, which is a worrying sight for those in the ring as he prepares for his shield bash, his kendo stick having smashed a few minutes earlier. But before he re-enters the ring, the countdown appears again...

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*KLAXON*

Philip: The entrant that drew number 8...HITMAN OF THE GODS!!

”Ruin” by Lamb of God hits, and the pop is phenomenal as Hitman makes his way down.

McNally: Oh, now those in the ring have to be careful! Hitman is 7 and a half feet tall! 400 lbs of divine fury!

Edison: I never knew Fallout was invading tonight! But Hitman’s already been through a tough match at the start of the show, and that’s going to come back to haunt him sooner or later.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Hitman enters the ring, and sets about clearing it. Flamingo leaves Steele, but runs straight into a clothesline. As does Steele, running into a massive shoulder block. Taylor quits his fight with Train, and rushes towards Hitman, but receives a Sidewalk Slam for his troubles. Hitman then glares at Train, and the fans begin to cheer as the two giants close in on each other; but they're distracted as ANTHRAX, choosing his moment, enters with his trash can. Hitman and Train look at each other, turn, and give the member of the Mainer faction a huge double big boot for his troubles! Hitman throws his arms in the air, and the fans cheers. But he turns around and Train begins smacking him in the face. As the two brawl in the corner, the rest of the people in the ring begin to get to their feet, slowly but surely. Flamingo and Steele again start to fight, as Taylor and ANTHRAX get to their feet. In a corner, Flamingo is getting handed a heavy beating by Steele, who is desperate to make an impression here. ANTHRAX meanwhile gets the upper hand on Taylor, grounding him with a DDT. Flamingo manages to reverse a hold on Steele with a Snapmere, but Libertines leaps to his feet and takes Flamingo out with a kick to the gut, followed by a forearm to the face. Libertines smirks at his cheap shot, but doesn't see ANTHRAX sneaking up on him....Libertines turns around to catch the Shield Bash, a trash can lid right to the face, and he flies straight over the top rope!

Philip: The Libertines has been eliminated!

- ELIMINATION -
THE LIBERTINES via ANTHRAX

McNally: And that was a nasty shot there, by ANTHRAX! Such power… and that leaves 28 people then potentially left in this match.

Edison: Also, there's still a very long way to go...

ANTHRAX, breathing heavily, glares down at his “work”, as Libertines limps away. He drops the trash can lid, now pretty much useless, and turns around. All the competitors are either fighting – Train and Hitman in the corner – or slowly getting to their feet – Taylor, Flamingo and Steele – as the countdown begins again.

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*KLAXON*

Philip: And the entrant that drew number 9...SILENCIO!!

Making his return to ACW, the Mexican crowd goes totally barmy for one of their own, as Silencio walks down the ramp and enters the match.

Silencio enters a busy ring, with all seven men currently up on their feet. Fights then start to break out, with ANTRHAX, Taylor and Steele in one corner, the latter trying to eliminate the big man, with Flamingo and Train going at it. This leaves Silencio returning to fight the biggest man ACW has ever seen – but he relishes the opportunity, firing a few shots at Hitman's head. As those two fight, Taylor and Steele are succeeding in lifting ANTHRAX over the top rope. Train slams Flamingo to the ground, and goes over to the corner and clubs Steele in the back, causing him to let go of ANTHRAX's leg. Taylor is also knocked back by Train's assault, and this allows ANTHRAX to climb back into the ring. Flamingo is back to his feet and joins in the Hitman/Silencio fight, trying to help his own cause by assisting the newest member of the match to take Hitman down. They drag him to the ropes, but Hitman clashes their heads together, and they're temporarily groggy. He attempts a double clothesline, but the two both duck and wait for him to turn around, before hitting a double clothesline. It knocks him into the turnbuckle, and Silencio leaves Flamingo to it, turning around and getting locked in a grapple hold with Steele.

Taylor meanwhile is getting beaten down by ANTHRAX, who smacks the former International Champion's head against the turnbuckle. Taylor stumbles backwards, and ANTHRAX takes him down with a clothesline. He turns around, but Train is now in the fight, elbowing ANTHRAX a couple of times in the head with an elbow. But the current fight of the moment is between Silencio and Steele, who perform a technical show of their own. Steele attempts a body drop, but Silencio lands on his feet. Steele turns around and Silencio attempts a Silent Shift (Diamond Cutter). Steele manages to shove Silencio away, and he turns around, to receive a “RIGHT IN YO' FACE!” (Knee Strike). Silencio flies to the ground, almost completely knocked out, and Steele grins broadly, turning to rest in the turnbuckle. Flamingo meanwhile continues beating Hitman down in the corner, but Hitman is taking the attacks, and shoves Flamingo back. Flamingo tries to rush forward again, but Hitman tries a clothesline. Flamingo ducks it, shifting his feet like a boxer, telling Hitman to 'bring it on'. Train and ANTHRAX continue slogging it out in the middle of the ring, as Taylor approaches Steele.

Proving that there never is truly a break in the hectic nature that is provided every year with Fallen Heroes, the rumble continues to rage on. The sight at hand could be viewed as something of gladiators taking to be the last man standing tall, and many of the encounters really do reflect that. Having battered one another into a momentary lull, ANTHRAX and Train can be seen having a heated word in the middle of the ring that quickly degrades into further all-out combat, Train hammering lefts and rights as Danny Mainer's lackey is easily manhandled and used like a rag doll in the ring, the Entertainment champion laughing to himself as he quite obviously and clearly maintains an advantage and taking brief breaks in between raining down another stiff shot from above on ANTHRAX, who has dropped to his knees from the consecutive blows and had quite a dazed look on his face. Not about to give him a single moment of rest, Train winds up and cries out his name before lunging forward with a straight right and knocking the disease down to the mat, posing a bit as he takes a breather.

Meanwhile, many others are keeping themselves active and busy as well. Notably Taylor and Steele have been rolling around the sides of the ring before finally coming to a stop at a corner and exchanging blows. Believing himself to be a far better athlete and wrestler then his opponent, Taylor seems to be a bit cocky with The Sex as he leans away to dodge the missed swings of the youthful performer, eventually growing too cocky and taking a moment to pose to some booing fans as Steele takes the advantage. Not about to be made an ass of in such a way, he turns around the action by taking a grip of Taylor and rolling him into the place he recently had backed up against the corner. Rather then just drill him with moves however, Jake's inexperience shows clearly as he begins to make his way up the turnbuckle, giving a quick pose to some in attendance before dropping lefts and rights on the top. Despite being in a dangerous position it appears as if Taylor can do nothing to take advantage of it and is stuck simply absorbing blows, but Silencio, who has cunningly taken the chance to drop out of the action for a minute or two, takes a note of the situation and races up the turnbuckle behind Steele.

Attempting to push him to the outside and take his place nailing Taylor with rapid lefts and rights, neither gets the chance as Taylor manages to recover and foolishly pushes both men off of him and back into the ring, cursing to himself as he immediately realizes that he missed a great opportunity before sighing and jetting forward to take the both of them to the mat with a double clothesline, breathing heavily to rest for a moment as he drops to his knees. Exciting as all of this is, that doesn't even make mention to everyone who is currently involved in the match! It seems as if Hitman and Flamingo have been busy playing a game of cat and mouse all the while, with Flamingo skillfully ducking and rolling his way from harm as Hitman continuously chased after him. Attempting to duck yet another clothesline from the behemoth proved to be his undoing however, as Hitman simply stepped in front of him and allowed Flamingo to bounce off of his chest and down to the mat, immediately stomping down at him violently again and again as he narrowly misses over and over, many crying out excitedly at the chance he could use his stomping boots. As Flamingo continues to narrowly escape the stomp of the biggest boots that ACW has ever seen, the clock for the next entrance is quickly winding down! Before anything else can occur, it's time for our next entrant!

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*KLAXON*

Following a moment of silence 'Art of Life' by X Japan begins to play, and many are heard quite rambunctiously conversing amongst each other as they realize just who the next entrant is!

Phillip: Our tenth entrant this evening...FALLEN SOULS!

Walking out from the back with a notably frustrated look on his face, Fallen doesn't seem happy in the slightest of drawing such an early entry in the rumble. Not about to let this hinder him however, he quickly strides down to the ring and takes his time making his way into it, looking around as he carefully surveys the positions of those in the match and looks for a place to plan his first move.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Watching carefully as everyone continued with their menial tasks and didn't take a moment to recognize and pay note to Fallen's entrance of the match, he could have just sat back and relaxed if he so pleased. But that wouldn't be fair to all of his fans, who sat through him training for months on end for this moment. In fact, they would likely protest quite a bit if he simply stood their and allowed everyone to continue on with what they were doing. As he spotted Hitman's stomping attack at Flamingo growing closer to his location he decided to use the giant as his first target, leaping in the air and tried to drill him with a kick to the face! It seems that Fallen has forgotten just how short he is, considering, as he barely manages to kick the giant in the chest. Stumbling back as he basically ricocheted off his muscular chest, Fallen glared up at the giant and backed up to the corner, intent on rushing him again! Charging toward his former protege with the attempt to send him flying back this time, he leapt in the air with the intent of hitting a drop kick of sometime but was instead caught by Hitman. As the big man laughed and allowed the crowd to cheer for him quite heroically, it looks as if the fallout supernova might just slam FSX out of the ring! Walking over to the ropes with the obvious intent to do so, it appears as if he would succeed before being hit from behind by a clueless ANTHRAX, who looks somewhat dazed from the punishment he’s taken so far. Looking over his shoulder in disgust, Hitman quickly tosses Fallen to the mat and turns to face the pest, shadowing over him as he tried to pull out a combination of shots on the big man, culminating with an attempt to bodyslam him. What kind of idiot is ANTHRAX, anyway?

Laughing off the attack by Mainer's minion, it looks as if he was going to toss the insect out of the ring with ease before his attention was suddenly stolen. Gasping as ANTHRAX made a quick move away from him in order to take a quick hold of a standing Silencio and drop him with the LETHAL INJECTION! Not even giving the returning mega star a minute to react as he hit the move, ANTHRAX laughed to himself for a moment as he nudged at the head of the fallen wrestler, smirking from ear to ear for a brief moment...before feeling the giant boot of Hitman in the side of his face as he was hit by the running BOOT FROM HELL out of nowhere. Flying into the ropes and leaning against them motionless, as if he was already dead on his feet, Flamingo popped back into the action and took the situation as his chance to prove that he was the best. Running up behind ANTHRAX and taking a hold of his legs, it only required a little bit of work to lift him up and dump him out of the ring with ease before anything could be done about it!

Phillip:Ladies and Gentlemen, ANTHRAX has been eliminated!

- ELIMINATION -
ANTHRAX via ADRIAN FLAMINGO

Simply waving goodbye to the literally unconscious form of ANTHRAX on the outside, Flamingo turns to pay attention to what else is occurring at the moment! It seems to be some sort of three-way battle between those that hadn't previously been mentioned recently! As Jake Steele, Jon Taylor, and the Thunder Train himself circle each other and look for an opening, it seems that this time around it is Train that notices one. Watching as Steele makes a move toward Taylor, he rushed up to club him in the back of the head and send his stumbling form into Taylor. Having no time to dodge the body that was flying toward him Taylor caught The Sex as otherwise the both of them would be knocked to the mat, only to look up and see Train delivering a stiff boot to his face. Such pain! Speaking of pain, it seems that another entrance is about to take place! 5.....4......3.....2.....1! Who's coming down that aisle next? Bob Barker?

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*KLAXON*

Not Bob tonight, it seems! Instead it's someone that many in attendance have been waiting for impatiently for a number of reasons. When 'Reds Fan' by Freekbass begins to play though, it's quite obvious that we have a fan favorite on our hands. With many chants of 'Senor Rojo!' echoing through the arena, it's amazing that Phillip managed to announce him!

Phillip: Our eleventh entrant this evening...MR. RED!

The magnificent reaction that he was achieving was a wonder within itself, and when Red walked out from the back he had to take a moment to just soak it in. With that out of the way however, he's ready to kick some ass! Racing down the aisle and sliding into the ring, Red doesn't take a moment to plan a proper strategy and simply engages with the first thing that catches his eye. That just so happens to be Thunder Train!

Though this would appear an unlikely and one sided affair at first glance it would quickly be proven otherwise! As Red wasted not a second tackling Train to the mat and dropping repeated lefts and rights, he looked like a violent beast tearing his prey to shreds! Though the energy burst might be inexplicable, the fact that he expected it to last long enough to take out the man who stole his Entertainment Title just wasn't going to pan out for him. As his initial intensity began to die down it became evident that Red wasn't the type that would be able to manhandle a beast like Train. Pushing the much smaller individual off of him, Train snarled and quickly made his way back to his feet as he glared over at Red. It was payback time. As Hitman suddenly grasped a hold of Red from behind he was flung backward from the push, and Senor Rojo could only look up in shock at the situation he found himself in. Two giant men were working together with the intent to kill him, which is surely enough to put a damper on anyone’s day.

Planning out a will in his head, Red returned to reality just as Train was dashing toward the two of them. Thinking fast, the crafty Cincinnati hero reached up and poked Hitman in the eye quickly, struggling from his hold and diving out of the way as Train took him down with an enraged clothesline. Not really caring that he had accidentally taken out someone who was trying to help him, Train took a look back to Red and began his chase after him once again! As they ran around in circles in a hunt, many others were also involved in their own individual encounters. Silencio and Steele would be properly recovering from what had happened to each of them a few minutes earlier and reacting naturally in the all out war that the situation presented to each of them, by instinctively taking a good hold of each other and nailing unblocked shots to the face. Likely not the smartest of plans for either man, though the fact they would both without much doubt find themselves as bloody pulps in a short while was a clear sign that it would at least entertain. As this bit of mindless violence was going on, there was also some cohesive strategy taking place. Both Fallen and Taylor had decided it would benefit them both to focus on and attempt to take out one of the biggest threats in the match in one take, pushing and trying their best to lift the weight of a struggling Flamingo over the top rope. They were making headway ever so slightly, but by the looks of things they wouldn't manage to succeed before they grew tired. Deciding to give up trying before failing due to exhaustion Taylor stops a moment later, leading Fallen to get kicked in the face and falling back to the mat. Looking back in a brief shock at what he indirectly caused, Taylor glared back at the wiley Flamingo and attempted to get a steady hold on him. As all of this was occurring, something else important was happening as well. What's that? Why, another entrant making an appearance of course!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

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*KLAXON*

But who would it be? We're rapidly getting closer to the group of entrants that are usually expected to be favorites of the contest, and the following would likely be one of them! Or perhaps it would be a delightful mystery competitor! Only time would tell...and soon it did, as "Anarchy in the UK" by The Sex Pistols begin to play. This understandably confuses most of the arena, and the fans are unsure how to react to the theme as they can't relate it to anyone, before a few stray cheers are heard as they see just who it is walking out from the back.

Phillip: Our twelfth entrant...RON "THE MAN" PURCELL!

There is a distinct “who in the blue heck is that?!” moment for the 99.9% of those in attendance who haven’t paid full attention to the backstage hi-jinks over the last couple of months. This doesn’t seem to bother Ron in the slightest; he seems quite excited to beat some men to a pulp and win the Rumble!

Up in the stands, his “nearest and dearest” rubs a hand over his face as he watches his brother stomping down the ramp and rubbing his hands together; Reg’s companion watches impassively from behind his shades, but with a hint of a smile nonetheless.

Reg: Gawd, just look at him. He’d better not break any bones in there.

Kai: His, or someone else’s?

Paying no mind as they finally manage to bring the form of ANTHRAX to the back on a stretcher, Ron casually makes his way down to the ring and doesn't bother waiting for an opening to enter the ring, instead punching Red across the face, knocking him down and waltzing on in as if he owns the place. Who would have expected things to of worked out like this? Likely no one, but as Red clutched at his jaw in pain on the outside it was quite clear that Ron could put up quite a fight! Waiting to see if Red would return to his feet after the stiff shot he received out of nowhere a moment earlier, he scoffed and kicked him in the sides lightly as that appeared to clearly not be the case. Searching the ring for someone else that could fill his lust for competition in the match, he soon found himself the perfect target! Allowing Fallen to turn and face him, he winds back with a hard punch in mind. Well aware of just what was being planned against him, Fallen is quick to counter with a stiff shot and actually manages to land it before Ron can launch forward with his own attack. Regardless of this Purcell does so, and they stand there still with a fist at one another's face. As many ponder why the match has temporarily became a Rocky movie, it becomes clear whose punch was better. Though Ron does have to take a step back from the blow that he sustained, Fallen wobbles about on his feet before falling back to the mat, clutching at his head as he tried to recollect his senses for a moment and get back into the match.

Ron observes his handiwork smugly with a look of “this ain’t so bleedin’ tough” written right across his face. He is quick re-educated in this regard, and grunts at being grabbed from behind and launched back with a Blue Thunder Driver by Silencio. Taken completely by surprise by the move, Ron has no choice but to fall to the mat and take a moment to recover as Silencio smiles proudly. Unfortunately, he seems to have forgotten that he was engaged with Steele a moment earlier and had turned his back in order to hit such a maneuver, turning around just to be dropped by a swift Gourmet Suplex by The Sex. Realizing just how sexy that move was and liking it, Steele decided to follow it up with a wide array of strikes of his own as he dropped down to the mat and began to wail down on Silencio. As this is going on there is a sort of tag team showdown taking place. Hitman is quite a bit angry at Train still for what had happened earlier on he temporarily aligned himself with Taylor in order to do battle with Flamingo and Train. This is the first time in the match that Taylor makes a blatant note of his hidden intentions of the match and tackles Train to the mat, slamming his head into it over and over as he yells various obscenities at his opponent. Seeing that they were the only other two who happened to be on their feet at the moment, Hitman smiled and slowly walked toward Flamingo. Would he get to squash him this time around? Not if Adrian had anything to do with it! Using a similar strategy to the one that proved quite effective earlier on he dodged and ducked out of the path as Hitman swung at him effortlessly, this time shooting out small jabs and kicks during the brief periods between Hitman's attacks and being sure to dodge afterward. It seems to be having a quite general effect on Hitman over time as his swings grow slower and slower with each passing moment, beginning to pant and sigh softly as the counter appears on screen once again. Time for another entry, but who would it end up being this time? As the time winds down...it is time to find out!

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*KLAXON*

There is absolutely no silence or build to this entrance as there had been to others previously, as 'Cult of Personality' by Living Color begins to play and Jonny Hughes makes his way out from the back, a determined look on his face. Would this be the day he proves he deserves the respect he should have gained from his feud with Aiden last month?

Phillip: Our thirteenth entrant...'THE SHOOTER' JONNY HUGHES!

If this was going to be his day there was little doubt that he had to be precise and quick about his plan of action. Quickly making his way down to the ring it seems that he knows just what he wants to do immediately and takes a handful of Taylor's hair.

Perhaps due to the fact that Taylor was manhandling his new stablemate at the time, or simply because he truly hated the man for what had occurred between the two over the months they have known one another, it was evident that Hughes planned on killing the leader of The Second Coming! He was off to quite a good start, too! Having no trouble so far, Hughes begins to display just how magnificent he can be by nailing several shots to Taylor's ribs and beginning the Perfect Series. As he hit Fisherman Suplex after Fisherman Suplex and at times made it look as if it might never end, Fallen took note to his partner being abused in such a blatant fashion and makes a move to intervene with what was going on before Train stood between them. It seems that he appreciated the fact that Hughes had helped him a moment earlier and was willing to return the favor now, whipping Fallen into the corner and running after him to crush him there! Unfortunately he must have forgotten about one of Fallen's favorite moves as he raced up the ropes and pushed himself back, intent on hitting the Launch Kick as Train can't manage to avoid it. Sending Train up and nearly out of the ring from the well placed kick, he gripped at the ropes and tried to make his way back into the ring. Though Fallen was busy trying to stop Hughes from finishing the Perfect Series on Taylor it doesn't mean that others won't step in to fill the role of eliminating Train! But who would it be?

One would imagine an opportunistic Flamingo taking advantage of the situation and running over there to push Train out while he had the chance, but the second he let down his guard to Hitman he was knocked senseless with a boot. Effectively out of that picture, it allowed someone else the chance to eliminate Train. It appeared as if Jake Steele would be the one to take the advantage as he left his attack on Silencio for a moment and waltzed over to push the large man out of the ring, but he didn't have the energy to do so alone. As Red began to recover and noticed the situation one might imagine that he walked over to help The Sex rid everyone of Train! Instead of that he saw it as the perfect chance to get rid of Steele! Sneaking up behind him, he took a quick grab of both of his legs and tried to flip him up and out of the ring. He actually managed to make quite a bit of progress on it at first as he nearly managed to flip Steele over the top! Unfortunately he caught an unlikely kick to the face by Jake as he hung on and had no choice but to let them both fall back into the ring, as Train finally got back into the safety of the ring and took a moment to rest from the fright he just experienced. Things could just end so quickly in a match like this that you always have to be careful! It makes you wonder how a guy like Ron Purcell is still in the match... But that question will have to wait, as it's time for someone else to make an appearance in the match!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

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*KLAXON*

The deeper we get into the rumble the closer we get to the most exciting of entrants, and we may have just got to one of the most anticipated! As the lights dim and 'Back in Black' by AC/DC begins to play, the arena falls silent for a brief moment as a man in a Guy Fawkes mask makes his way out from the back, and everyone is well aware of who it is...sort of.

Phillip: Our fourteenth entrant...He is THE REVOLUTIONARY!

With so little known of this man who has been hyping his own entrance for so long, he could honestly be viewed as an enigma worthy of more study. He is quite calm and quiet as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, coming to a stop midway and simply watching the match as RAF waves from him to get into the ring. As this goes on outside, the match regardless continues inside!

Not just going to go with the flow and let things happen the way they look like they will, Steele decides to take a very personal offense to the fact that Red decided to try and take advantage of his vulnerable state a few moments earlier in order to try and eliminate him, rather then go with the obvious and try to eliminate Train. With a notable look of fury brewing on his face, Steele waited for Red to get back up before delivering a clean punch to his throat. Clearly having not expected such a thing to happen so suddenly, Red's eyes bug out and he falls back to the mat well trying to catch his breath direly, gagging and gasping as his eyes bulged out a bit for the moment. Quite pleased and believing that he had proved his point momentarily, Steele turned to knock some sense into Train as well, seeing that he had simply been relaxing and recovering since the scare he had a few moments earlier. Deciding he needs a bit of pain and excitement in his life once again, and The Sex is the only one that could possibly give him all he needs, he rushed forward to swiftly kick his shin. Watching as Train jumped on one foot for a few moments, Steele took the moment to measure him up and let out a brief cry as he springboarded off the nearby middle rope and catching Thunder with a hurricanrana as he came back! Getting a few cries of excitement and pleasure from the move, Steele takes a moment to acknowledge his fans and can do nothing as Flamingo runs up behind him and hits a release German Suplex, turning only to run and try to hit the Flamingo Splash. Unfortunately, Hitman was waiting there to catch him mid air and drop him with a HUGE back body drop, allowing him to land on Steele as they all shake and lay their sprawled out on the mat.

Getting back up finally from being taken out of action notably earlier on in the contest, Silencio grins to himself at the display of havoc and begins to walk over to pick up the crushed form of Steele and toss him over the top. Before he could get there, however, Ron (who does tend to hold a grudge over these sorts of things) nails him in the back of the head from from behind with a clubbing blow and tosses him into the corner. Surprised and having no real idea just what is going on, Silencio doesn't manage to defend himself whatsoever as he received various stiff right and left jabs from the hard hitting 'Man'. This continues on for a few moments, before Silencio does the only thing he can think of and cranks back to nail Ron in the balls with a kick, smiling as Purcell collapses down to the mat in the fetal position, becoming dangerously quiet in his pain. Wobbling and wandering out from the corner, Silencio stood there with the intent of recovering before he was spotted as prey by a true Predator. Launching himself out of what may seem as absolutely nowhere Taylor took a hold of Silencio and immediately tossed him over the top without a thought, everything so sudden that Silencio could do nothing whatsoever to stop the move in momentum and his fall from the ring.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, Silencio has been eliminated!

- ELIMINATION -
SILENCIO via JON TAYLOR

Still not quite sure what just happened, Silencio shakes his head and curses loudly at hearing he was eliminated. How could that possibly happen?! Not about to hear any complaining, Revolutionary finally does something by rushing forward and slamming a fist into the back of Silencio's head, watching as he crumbled to the ground before rolling into the ring. The second he gets there, he has to sidestep as Taylor staggers backward, flailing from a vicious uppercut delivered by a seriously pissed-off Ron - just moments before it was time for someone new!

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*KLAXON*

Finally it is time for the midway point of this exciting rumble, but who would take the place of the sentry for the latter half of the entrants? Likely someone incredibly skilled? Of course! 'From the New World' by Antonin Dvorak begins to play and a rousing amount of pleased cheers are heard through the arena.

Phillip: Our fifteenth entrant...'TEXTBOOK' TIM DWIGHT!

Many seem to be happy that Dwight is simply in the arena tonight, let alone making another appearance in the rumble! Would this be the year that he took the win? As he wastes no real time making his way into the ring, he takes a good look at those around him. The weakest individual would be his best bet...but who?

As he took a moment to look around for whoever it was that was weakened the most by this point in the contest, he soon discovered that his presence was something that others considered unsettling. Narrowly ducking a charging attack by Taylor, Dwight turned and watched carefully as an irritated Ultimate Competitor looked for an opening to rip Textbook to shreds with. Why he held such a vendetta at Fallout's trainer wasn't completely known, but his complete focus on him was something of a huge mistake. Fallen couldn't stop EVERYONE from taking advantage of the blatant opening, after all. Wasting no time Ron of all people takes advantage of this opening and lands a very strung up right hand to Taylor's face, effectively sending him flying into the arms of Revolutionary as he easily hit a Tilt-a-whirl Piledriver on him. His body crumpling up from the series of attacks, there was little hope for immediate recovery as he seemed to be out cold. Meanwhile during the moment of distraction Hughes had escaped the corner that Fallen had kept him contained to for quite awhile now, deciding to go after the scraps that were left in a heap earlier on in the contest and pick up a still bulbous-eyed Red. Though it was questionable if he actually could still breathe it was quite evident that Hughes didn't care, and it should come as no surprise that he was quick to hit the quite fabulous move that he dubbed The Showpiece, effectively a catatonic STO. As Red was slammed to the mat once again, Jonny decided to take his attack to someone else now well he still had time. As Flamingo was spotted getting up in the distance, a smirking Hughes raced over and dropped him right back down with a Roaring Elbow! Quite pleased with how well he was doing at this point, Hughes turned around with the thought that he could not fail at this point to take everyone and anyone out. Unfortunately, others had the same plans for him...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Who? The Sex, for example! Groaning as he slowly recovered from the attack he endured earlier, he was still well aware of what passed as a great opportunity and was sure to take everyone that he got! How's that? RIGHT IN YO' FACE, THAT'S HOW! Crashing down to the mat after hitting Hughes with the move, he'd need a bit more time to recover from this. As both Train and Hitman seemed to recover simultaneously and return to their feet, they'd take note of the one man who wasn't engaging with anyone and was simply relaxing in the contest. Each of them grinning and looking to one another with a nod, FSX was in trouble. Looking to each of the men as they slowly approached him, he knew he had to do something and something fast! Deciding to play the sneaky route, he casually walked up to the both of them and 'accidentally' stomped on Hitman's foot. Caring not if it was an accident or not, Hitman swung out to hit Fallen but accidentally found his over aggressive attack hitting Train. Not very pleased at what he considered betrayal, this became almost like a three stooges short as Train turned and poked Hitman in the eye. Not about to have any of that, Hitman slapped Train across the face, and the battle was on! It wouldn't rage for long, however, as the tricky Fallen had just springboarded off the top toward the two! What would he possibly do to them? Why, clonk their heads together of course! Smacking the two giants skulls off of one another, they both fell down in a fuss as the clock went to zero once more!

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*KLAXON*

What kind of crazy talent could possibly be left at this point? No one who enters at this point in the match is usually a serious threat, though last year the man who entered after this position won the whole thing! Could that happen again? As 'Are You Dead Yet?' by Children of Bodom began to play, anything really could!

Phillip: Our sixteenth entrant...ANDREW STARR!

Finally there is a Starr among those in the ring, as the man formally known as Rey McFoley makes his way out from the back. Stopping at the top of the ramp in order to see just who is in the match at this point he can only curse silently as he spots no one he wanted to. Having no choice but to deal with it regardless, he quickly slides into the ring and picks a man he must believe he'd have fun fighting!

Though by the demeanor of The Revolutionary it's quite apparent that he finds their sparring to be a waste of his time. Why wouldn't it be, after all? With his Anonymous style of doing things he was clearly the favorite to win this match! Quite easily dodging and maneuvering his way out of the path of whatever shot that Starr happened to throw at him, Revolutionary yawned softly before leaping in the air and hitting a stalling drop kick on Starr. Slowly making his way back to his feet, there is literally no worry on the face of Revolutionary...likely because he's wearing that mask. Though Starr might have failed, Taylor clearly thinks that he won't. Trying to jump Revolutionary from behind, he tries to take him in a sleeper hold before being hit with a sort of judo toss, pulling Taylor from over his shoulder down to the mat as he let out a triumphant cry. Immediately leaping into the air as Taylor hit the mat, there was nothing that could be done as he easily hit a double stomp on his face and patted his hands together. So simplistic and easy for him! Still, no one is perfect. When Ron of all people decided to prove this to him it became blatantly obvious that Revolutionary was being far too cocky at this point, sloppily slammed to the mat as The Man turned to look at Dwight once again, as if to say “Look, anyone can do this stuff”. The old man interested him for some reason, and he was intent on finding out just why! Perhaps it was the competition? Grinning at the thought, he quickly dashed forward in order to slam a fist into Dwight's face. However, something quite unusual (at least in Ron’s experience) happened; Textbook was able to dodge him quite easily.

Not used to missing today after he nailed so many others with ease, a somewhat frustrated Ron begins to swing at him more rapidly as he does his best to land a blow, eventually having Tim take a hold of his wrist and move to take a wrist lock, landing stabbing jabs to his back over and over as he did so. Quite flustered at being played for a fool, Ron took in a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly as he lunged back with his head, crumbling to the mat as their heads cracked quite hard; something flares up in Dwight’s eyes – the honour of his profession is now at stake!
The action didn't cease there however as it continued to rage on between others! Most notably was the fact that Mr. Red had finally recovered to a respectable point where he could stand with ease, looking on in shock however as Flamingo came rushing at him. Not sure what he should do but well aware that he had to react fast he ducked and pulled down the top rope, trying to let Flamingo run right out of the match as the crafty astonishing one pulled the breaks and instead hit a baseball slide on him suddenly. Whether that was a means of defense or an attack on his honor is something yet to be seen, but a pleased Flamingo is soon back to his feet and looking for another prey quickly, before being tackled down to the mat and struck left and right by FSX out of nowhere, having not expected such a show of will by him so suddenly. Time is running thin as this occurs, and it's time for another entry!

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*KLAXON*

The fated entry has finally arrived, and it is time for the man that is most likely to carry on the honor of BK London from last year! What incredibly skilled and worth combatant will take such an important role in this contest? As 'The Circle of Life' begins to play, it's...wait...what?!

Phillip: Our seventeenth entrant...SIMBA MUFASA!

THIS is the new BK London? Seriously? As there were loud jungle roars and cries of amazement, Simba swings out on a vine and looses his grip in mid air, falling down to the ramp from a short height and rolling down it to the ring. As he grabs his back and slowly gets up he rolls into the ring and cries a bit at the pain he already felt.

With the super power that is Simba Mufasa now in the ring, it should come as no surprise that everyone came to a sudden stop for a moment as he prowled around the ring in search of something to do, he decides to become the hero that he always knew he could be! As everyone watched him for a moment in a sort of nervous awe as he ran toward Hitman and attempted to hit the running hug on him, finding himself running in place as he doesn't even manage to move him an inch. Not to be discouraged by the obvious failure that he had suffered thus far, Simba was quick to retreat from any repercussions he might experience from what he had done and raced up to the top rope, standing their off balance and posing before trying to hit the Pride Rock now on Train! This time is simply caught mid air by the Thunder Train, and his squirming form is just held there. After thinking of what he could do to cause this man a great deal of grief and suffering, it soon became obvious there was really one thing in particular that it should be. Tossing Simba over to Hitman with ease, the grinning giant slowly lifted his quivering and shaking form above his head before tossing him as high up into the air as he could and taking a step forward, actually having time to turn around and watch as Simba falls horribly back down to the mat. That should probably be it from him for awhile. Realizing the “epic threat” had been neutralized everyone returned to what they had been doing earlier, though the actions of Dwight and Ron were particularly interesting. Back on their feet from their period cracking heads a moment earlier it seems as if Purcell has managed to miraculously secure the advantage, pushing Textbook to the ropes as he nails a few swifts shots and grins. Ducking down and realizing just what he had to do to get rid of Dwight, he sprang forth to nail the most vicious upper cut the world has ever seen!... Instead however, he missed and, with magnificent timing, Dwight suddenly wraps his arms around his foe and hits a picture perfect variation of the T-Bone Suplex on Ron in order to launch him over the top, and though he tries valiantly to hold onto the top rope he is unable to keep his grip and falls unceremoniously to the outside. The crowd is delighted, and Dwight allows himself a smile before getting back into the thick of the action.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, Ron 'The Man' Purcell HAS been eliminated!

- ELIMINATION -
RON PURCELL via TIM DWIGHT

Edison: And there you have it, technical excellence overcomes brute strength for a change.

McNally: It just goes to show, you can’t expect just to muscle through something like the Fallen Heroes Rumble, Eddie.

Cursing a single time, Ron kicks the ring apron once and shakes his head a few times. He thought that things were going so well, but in the end he just couldn't last – and he’s had a first-hand demonstration of Dwight’s impeccable wrestling credentials. Not about to make too much of a fuss about being beat by the better man he sighed softly and made his return to the backstage area, allowing things to play out without any novelty acts in the rumble now! ...Well, aside from Simba anyway. Watching out of the corner of his eye as Ron returns to the backstage area, Dwight then turns back fully to the ring to see that both Senor Rojo and Jonny Hughes have taken an interest in the veteran now. Looking to them both carefully, he can only smirk softly as he rushes into grapple with the two of them and attempt his damnedest to take the advantage. Meanwhile, there is a good bit of a fuss going on around ringside now. Starr had tumbled through the middle rope after Train nailed a stiff right and was deemed eliminated for a few moments, leading to an argument breaking out. Not about to deal with such a thing, Train soon exited the ring and attacked Starr as things were being sorted out. Not one to leave a good opening alone, The Sex soon found himself diving through the ropes to attack the two of them and take out several referees in the process on the outside, groaning as they crashed there in a heap. With this distraction no one is paying any notably close attention to the fact that Flamingo is dangerously close on several occasions to tossing Taylor over the top rope, doing all he can to get what some would deem his “fellow” egomaniac out of the match as he hangs on for dear life and calls out to Fallen for help. Unfortunately it seems that FSX is a bit busy at the moment as well, Hitman lifting him off the mat and shaking him back and forth in mid air for no known reason. Perhaps just to look cool, and why not…

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

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*KLAXON*

Suddenly, out of the darkness Lighters Up by Li’l Kim hits as out of the curtain thunders Rena Matheson to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She runs down in her typical snazzy ring gear inciting a major reaction from the male demographic as she slides into the ring.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen introducing entrant number 18… RENAAAAA MATHESON!

McNally: It’s The Queen Diva! It’s Rena Matheson here tonight in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal! She’s got a decent rumble record as far as survival and eliminations go but she’s never won the whole thing and entering at Number 18 is damn sure better then Number 1!

Edison: And she’s looking fine as ever tonight too! Let’s hope to see her kick some ass.

Train sees her storming to the ring, trying to grab her ankle as she runs in but fails to catch her. Steel throws a flying fist to Train’s face during the distraction, which he quickly returns. Rena in the ring bounces to her feet as Red sees her coming leaving Hughes to deal with Tim Dwight. Red tries to clothesline the adrenaline rushing Rena but when he tries he fails and Rena drops him with a Chick Kick snapping him to the floor with a thump. The Revolutionary sees Rena Matheson and tries to interject by running at her with a fist to the face but Rena slips forward diving through the opening in his legs and sliding out on the other side.

She bounces up to her heels as Revolutionary is left dazed but as she springs to her feet she is taken down violently by a headshot with his ol’ righty from ex-boyfriend Hitman who subdued FSX long enough with a punch to the head, On the outside, Starr and Steele and Train are still duking it out. Steele slams his boot into Train’s gut hunching him over before grabbing Andrew Starr’s hair and running over throwing him back first into the steel steps. Train is on Steele though before he can follow up his offence and starts by throwing him in the ring. Simba Mufasa is lying down in the corner with his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle after a savage beating at the hands of The Revolutionary who is picking is now recovering. Taylor countered Flamingo’s attempts to throw him out by smashing him in the mush with an elbow before pushing him back to the corner opposite of Mufasa lowering him down with punches to the ribs trying to keep Adrian off his feet. FSX is practically left to recover as nobody remains in the ring challenging him as Revolutionary is also taking a break.

Hitman and Rena is one-sided with Rena trying to escape the Goliath and Starr hunched up on the outside by the stairs shivering at the impact of Steele throwing him into the steps, with Train back in the ring beating 7 bells of crap out of The S.E.X. Simba slowly uses the middle ropes to pull himself to a sat-up position in the corner with his head on the middle buckle. He slaps himself once in the face trying to wake himself up. Hitman is creaming Rena but suddenly out of nowhere she dodges a strike attempt and scales the towering back of Hitman to slap in a Sleeper Hold with her legs wrapped around Hitman’s waist. She starts to claw his face violently in a rather bitchy fashion as all appears to be fairly well and standard in great Battle Royal that has graced ACW’s arenas for the fourth time but fairly well and standard is about to get blown to shit by a bomb that would make even Hiroshima citizens cringe…

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*KLAXON*

“Free for All” by Ted Nugent hits and to the dismay of the audience out walks a man with a big goofy moustache, a sombrero and a poncho. He lets out a rallying “Aiaiaiaiai!” cry while swinging his arms and swaggering as if he’s trying to hold two bottles in his hands.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen introducing entrant number 19, PABLO LOOOPPEEEEZZZZ!

Pablo Lopez takes his sweet ass time getting to the ring but when he sees who’s actually in the ring he quickly speeds up around about the time he starts to approach the ring. He hops onto the apron not even bothering to take off his hat or poncho and heads for the corner where Simba Mufasa is finally up to his feet. The 2 exchange repeated shots to the head starting to take up the centre of the ring while Starr finally back from being thrown into the stairs blind-sides The Revolutionary who is recovering. He smashes him in the back of the head with a great deal of surprise before hitting a HUGE Back Suplex, but Revolutionary counters and rolls off the back. Steele & Train are in a corner with Train in the proceedings of dishing out a 10 punch to the unlucky young superstar. Hughes though in a mark out moment has Tim Dwight down by the corner and is ascending it. FSX sees the opportunity to eliminate a Senatorial Stable member and so he sprints over letting lunge a fist to the mouth of Hughes.

Hughes retaliates and nuts FSX in the head, sending him flying back to the place where he was recovering before using his head yet again to deliver an Ode to Dynamite to Tim Dwight to the dismay of the crowd.

McNally: Holy Hell! Dwight just got slaughtered by that one, and this action is getting real intense as we’re just a minute away from our next entry.

Edison: Lord knows who it’s going to be! We’ll see soon.

Adrian subdued Taylor by moving out of the corner, pushing Taylor into it and dropping him to a sat down position with the A.D.H. Knee which hit with such great impact that Taylor rolled under the bottom rope in pain and dropped to the floor. Feeling a fresh surge of energy, Adrian then gunned after FSX and the 2 started to exchange punches while taking up the centre stage. Tim Dwight was sparring with Mr. Red, Mr. Red subduing him with a quick Cincinnati Swing. Steele had dropped Train with a Heads Up and was now beating him trying to kick him under the bottom rope near the commentating table (which is opposite of the entranceway). Taylor is slowly pulling himself to a stood up position outside. Adrian and FSX are still exchanging shots as The 1-Man Revolution and The Revolutionary are battling, presumably over rights to their similar stage names.

Hughes & Starr have made an unlikely alliance to team up and try and help Rena take-down Hitman who surprisingly still has that sleeper hold held in but it’s not doing much good, despite the clawing I think Hitman kept his ex-girlfriend on his back for the laughs but all the laughs are out the window when Hughes and Starr start to kick him in the shins and punch him in the stomach. Hitman is LITERALLY about to explode when suddenly, the buzzer rings out signalling for the next entry and a REAL Nuclear Bomb is about to get dropped onto the ACW building.

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*KLAXON*