Thursday Night Meltdown May 1st 2008

[BK London]

What The Hell Went On? I Was Gone For Six Weeks
Part 3:The First Episode Of The Water Cooler!
Jake Cheng and Jay Zero

Jake: What is this crap?

Zero: – You got me. [/color]

The former Light Heavyweight Champions stand in front of the smallest, cheapest-looking water cooler their eyes have ever seen. After his match, Jake just wants a drink of water, but after looking at what the company has supplied, he is rethinking. And Zero is just one thirsty mofo. I mean, look at the think. The cup dispenser on the right side doesn’t even work, the cone-shaped paper cups just rest on top of the cooler itself. And I’m not even going to mention the color of the water...

Zero: Umm … Well, at least – there’s chairs!

It’s true, there is one sofa chair on each side of the water cooler. Jake shrugs and sits in the right chair and Zero, by process of elimination, gets the left.

Jake: Man, why do we get stuck with a shitty cooler like this?

Zero: Because Ginger hates spending money.

Jake: At least these chairs are comfortable. I feel like I’m on a talk show.

Zero: Not really man. I mean, shouldn’t I be on a couch or something? And like – don’t you need a desk? [/color]

Jake: What is the desk for?

Zero: I don’t know. Don’t talk show hosts always sit behind desks? [/color]

Jake: Oh yeah....why am I the host again?

Zero: ‘Cause you’re washed up and have nothing else better to do than ask obvious questions? [/color]

Jake: Oh...ass.

The former rivals laugh it up as they had been best friends for years. Jake shifts around in his chair until he can reach the conical cups and grabs a couple before sitting as he was. He hands Zero a cup but Jay won’t take it.

Zero: I’m not drinking that shit! [/color]

Jake: No. Just follow my lead.

Jay reluctantly takes the paper cup and Jake motions to the cameraman to come closer. Zero is cut out of the picture and now it is just Jake sitting in his chair. Jake holds the cup up to his mouth like a microphone.

Jake: Hello ACW Fans, welcome to the first edition of...umm....The Water Cooler! I’m your host, Jake Cheng. And tonight, the guest is a former rival of mine, if he didn’t pussy out, he would have the longest reign for the ACW Light Heavyweight Title, Jay Zero!

Jake applauses as the picture backs up and centers to get the three important aspects of this new improved show, the host, the guest and the water cooler. Jay holds backs laughing by talking into his microp..err paper cup.

Zero: Hey guys! Thanks for havin’ me here Jake! It’s an honor to be the first guest here! [/color]

Jake: No problem buddy. So, what’s it like?

Zero: What’s what like? [/color]

Jake: Not being able to live up to me off course!

Zero: Hold on – remind me. I beat you, didn’t I?

Jake: That you did, that you did. But if you had just held onto the title for twenty-one more days you would have surpassed me. And at the rate you were sitting...I mean defending the title, you could have made it.

Zero: Yeah, well you know. I felt bad for you. I mean, after that sad thing you called a World Championship reign, I just had to let you have one record to be known for! Hahaha! [/color]

Jake: ….So what you are trying to say is that you didn’t want me coming after you after you beat my record. That makes sense.

Zero: Yeah, that’s it Jake! I’m TOOOTALLY afraid of you! Ugh, next subject! [/color]

Jake: Moving on!

Zero sighs and Jake laughs to himself.

Jake: Okay, so last Saturday was none other than Fallen Heroes and I gotta say, you shocked me.

Zero: Oh really? [/color]

Jake: Yeah, you did good! Not as good as me last year, making it to the final two… But still!

Zero: Oh thank you for that—[/color]

Jake: Don’t mention it! But what everybody is wondering is – how are you feeling after that? You came so close, making it to the Final Four, only to have it all taken away from you!

Zero: Well what do you think? I’m pissed off to no end! In a short amount of time I eliminated “Showtime” Ryan Cooper! I eliminated Mr. Red! And then I eliminated Jon Taylor! I had my ass handed to me by Torak! But that didn’t stop me from getting back up and delivering THREE Zero Darkness’ in a row, to FSX, The Revolutionary – better known as Rattlesnake, and then to Adrian Flamingo! At that point, I was unstoppable! I had that win in the bag! But in came a jealous Ryan Cooper who thought it’d be cool to throw a steel chair at my head which caused my elimination!

Stupid piece of a shit. [/color]

Jake: Okay calm down! So what are you gonna do about that?

Zero: Well since he cost me a World Title match, I’m thinking maybe I should go and cost him a a shiny Entertainment title tonight! Does that sound good enough? [/color]

Jake: Ehh. Could be better, but I guess.

Zero: Well too bad. I’m not wasting time to think of some big plan just for him! [/color]

Jake: Alright, so moving on. The topic on everyone’s mind. The Entourage.

Zero: Aww, c’mon Jake! [/color]

Jake: Get it off your chest man. Why didn’t you want to keep it alive? You could run that shit for sure.

Zero: Get if off my chest? I’ve gone over this shit before! [/color]

Jake: Well refresh my memory! I’ve been gone for like six weeks!

Zero: Ugh. [/color]

Jake: Come on! We all know Jay Zero was capable of doing it.

Zero: Yeah maybe I could have but I didn’t want to. What Aiden did to us was a total slap in the face. One that you just don’t get up from! Y’know!? Like – if I tried to keep it going, the only thing that would stay with us is the name that Aiden ruined. We’d have all the memories haunting us and bringing us down constantly.

It was time for us to move on I think. See what we could do on our own. Personally, I think I’ve done nicely for myself. [/color]

Jake: CoughSELFISHcough

Zero: Oh shut up! You were in the same boat! You were tied down to BK for such a long time and you finally just had to see what you could do by yourself! [/color]

Jake: Yeah, but did you just do it for you, or for the rest of the group too?

Zero: Of course I did it for everybody! [/color]

Jake: Well you may be fine, but how are your friends doing?

Zero: Good! Alex is – um, he’s ---- ummm, doing stuff with that lawyer of his, or something. Starr is probably on top of the world after eliminating Torak at Fallen Heroes! And Mainer – well he can kiss my ass after talking so much shit that he did a few weeks ago before I got to squash him in a match! [/color]

Jake is cautious to talk, knowing that something’s not right.

Jake: You do realize Starr just left the company, right?

Jay is stunned.

Zero: ---What? [/color]

Jake: Well that’s all the time we have today!

Zero: Wait Cheng, when did Starr leave? You can’t end this conversation! [/color]

Jake: Well, I’m bored of talking about the Entourage.

Zero: What did you say?[/color]

Jake: I said I’m bored of you, get off my show.

Zero does just that; the former Light-Heavyweight Champion gets up from his couch and walks off. Jake stands up, not wanting to lose his guest.

Jake: Jay, come back! I was just kidding. THIS ISN’T EVEN A REAL TALK SHOW!

But Jay didn’t come back. Jake shrugs and looks around, but no one is coming near the water cooler. Hoping that no one else sees him, Jake moves in front of the cooler and gets a cup full of the green-tinted water. Jake takes a small sip before spitting everywhere. He throws his cup against the wall as the camera fades out.

The Water Cooler: The Hottest New Improvised Talk Show

Next Week: Dan White

[BK London]

SEGMENT: Mainer finally has SEX (Credit: Mainer/Steele)

The scene opens to show Jake Steele walking along the corridor backstage at Meltdown with a huge grin on his face. Jake is smug as all Hell as is the typical of him and under his breath he starts to hum an unknown tune but suddenly there’s an explosion, not a huge ball of flames or any stuff like that but a loud noise rambling from behind him. Jake stops and turns around with a “What the fuck?” look as down-well sprinting after him is The King of Vegas Danny Mainer chasing after him with a huge smug grin.

Danny: HEY MORON! WAIT UP!

Jake stops before putting his hands on his waist waiting for The King to catch up. Danny thunders over as fast as his short legs can carry him and as he finally reaches the newcomer he hunches over putting a hand on Jake’s shoulder taking a heavy breather for about 2 seconds before Jake pushes him off. Danny stands up straight breathing heavily as Jake looks at The King with a glaring look.

Jake: What you want son?

Finally having recovered enough breath he then addresses the cocky young kid.

Danny: I’ll tell you what I be seekin’ homeslice. I wanna talk to you about your performance in the Battleizzle Royaleizzle and how I was impressed with your mad skittles. I wanna sign y’all up into mah crew so I can we can be top dogs in the A to the C to the Dubya and we can be like getting up in peoples grills and popping a clip in their asses and blastin’ down some cockmonglers.

Jake just looks at Danny as if he’s completely insane, which is a debatable argument in of itself.

Jake: *Thinking to himself* This nigga stupid, he really tryin' to use ebonics. *Speaking to Mainer* Yo', you know all that shit you just said? Well, I didn't understand half of that shit brah.

Danny face-palms sighing at the clear ignorance that Jake has towards Danny’s own brand of Vegas “Str33t-Sp34k”.

Danny: Right, in simple English I’ll basically tell you that I saw your performance in the Battle Royal and balls to the wall, I want to take you up on that partnership offer. You, me, THE MAINE EVENT. That’s Main with an E on the end to be named after yours truly by the way and all of ACW will be like “No pimp-mastah Razzle Dazzle Danny Mainer and Superfly Jake Steele! Don’t kick our sad-asses!” and we’ll be all like “Bitch please.” And they’ll be all like –

Danny just shakes his head at the next set of statements.

Jake: Shut the fuck up, you’re not street son, and you NEVER will be. This shit you speakin' ain't workin' for you, so you need to stop it. And for that stable shit, why the fuck would I join with the name "Maine Event", you can't even spell shit right. And if I was joinin' it would be called "Gangsta Cracker Killers Inc."

Danny just shakes his head at the naming laughing to himself before getting serious.

Danny: Fuck it, we’ll discuss the name later, do you want to team up with me or NOT?

Jake smiles as Danny just gets fed up with Steele babbling.

Jake: Sure, why not?

Danny: GREAT. Let’s get moving dear heart, we have PLANS to make mah sucka from another… oh forget it. Let’s go!

Jake: OK, I was down with this shit, until you called me "dear heart", I don't do 'dat gay shit homie. Fuck it, I ain't goin' with you man.

Danny: THE HELL you’re not. Come on, we have a COMPANY to take over!

Danny grabs Steele by the wrist dragging him off as we draw to a fade.

[BK London]

"Intention and Goal" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Perhaps I should make myself perfectly clear. Everyone is on notice in ACW. It doesn't matter who you are. Past, present, future, you're all on notice.

My intentions are clear. Cleanse ACW. Topple the hierarchy. Create a more perfect ACW.

You can call me the true savior of ACW. It's my purpose to lead it into a golden age. A renaissance, if you will.

And in Rattlesnake's Renaissance, you will find that everything is flawless. Life will slow to a crawl. Peace and bliss will override anger and despair.

I will assume my rightful place atop ACW. Only then will my plan for ACW come to fruition. Everyone has their own road they must travel to attain their ultimate goal. Many do this just so they can escape their boring, mundane lives spent trying to unscramble pornography on their parents' TV.

I, on the other hand, have a different goal. I will travel on the road to attain something better, something elusive. It's my goal to collect the one title that has slipped through my grasp twice in ACW.

Like many who enter ACW, they want to become the World Champion. They want to stake a claim to being one of the best. Not very many get to say they are. I know I'm one of the best. All I have to do is prove it.

I may be a former International Champion and I may be someone that's won Emperor of the Ring, but let's be frank, staking those claims are completely worthless. It's something anyone can do. It loses all value once that happens.

My goal is something that not everyone can do and it's not something that everyone will do.

Face facts people. The Rattlesnake Renaissance will come. Time is not an issue here. It will come when I deem it necessary.

Don't like what I'm doing? Tough shit. You brought this upon yourselves. It's not my fault that you have to sit back and do nothing. You've already done that and now you will pay.

Ante up, fuckers.

[BK London]

Segment: An insult that will not go unnoticed
Credit: Jon Taylor

ACW returns from a commercial break not long before the second title match of the night; Danny Mainer vs. Jon Taylor for the ACW International Title is due to start. The crowd can all be heard chanting and cheering, and seem to really be into the action. A mexican wave can be seen making its way through the crowd also, however the crowd suddenly fall silent (somehow) as the Alphatron illuminates. On the Alphatron, ACW Interviewer Kevin Anderson can be seen standing there with a microphone in his hand, after a moment or two he lifts it to his face and looks ready to talk.

Kevin Anderson | The Internet: My name's Kevin Anderson and tonight I will be interviewing....I--

As Anderson goes to announce the name of his interviewee something strange happens; the screen goes black. The crowd all react as Anderson disappears, however almost immediately the picture on the Alphatron goes all fuzzy--like a TV with no channel or reception. After a moment or two of staying in this state the picture eventually returns, but this time it isn't Kevin Anderson; it's Jon Taylor! Taylor can be standing in what one would presume is one of the rooms in the arena, he is looking directly into the camera with a smirk on his face, though he looks very focused. After a moment or two of just staring at the screen Taylor finally begins to speak.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: ...no one!

Taylor laughs, though the crowd all immediately boo, so loud that even Taylor can hear within the backstage area.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Now, now - where's all that negativity coming from?! Instead of listening to that fat shit you get to listen to the magnificence, the perfection, the wisdom of I, Jon Taylor; The Ultimate Competitor! [Taylor grins] Well whatever, I don't give a fuck of what any of you people think because, I am simply better than you! Now, let's get to the task at hand, shall we? You see, I seem to have a problem with how the events of Fallen Heroes unfolded, you see not only did none of The Second Coming members succeed in winning the rumble but we were also cheated out of it! That's right, cheated! Not only did Gingertwat and the rest of management fix our numbers so we had no chance of winning, but they also gave their boy's the best numbers! Old Man Phillips 21, Jay Fago 22! And what did we get?! Jon Taylor 5 and Fallen Souls 10! That's right, the two people who both could take out their boy's were given the shittest numbers possible! And not only that, they wouldn't even give me my match with Old Man Phillips because they knew if Phillips had to have that match then I'd of beat him so senseless he wouldn't of been able to beat Fallen!

And you know what makes it even worse, do you? It was seeing all the people congratulating Senator on such a great win, so well deserved...well deserved my fucking ass! The old cunt has done shit to deserve that, and he certainly has done anything comparable this year to myself or indeed my stable mate, Fallen Souls. The fact he was even in the match in itself was a joke; the fact he won it was an insult. An insult that I will not let go unnoticed. Senator, I'm sure you're all happy with yourself having that match gifted to you, fixed just for you. Well, fact is you shouldn't be, because you're even more of a disgrace to this industry than I even thought was remotely possibly. The sight of seeing you in that very ring makes me physically SICK. But, it's ok Senator because you know why? Do you? Because whether you give me my match 1 Vs 1 against you, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm sick and tired of being screwed over by you and your backstage influence. No fucking more. NO FUCKING MORE!

I don't care if I have to burst into your fucking locker room, beat the shit out of AJ, Freeman, Train, Fitsharris and Kalb to get to you...because mark my words..I WILL! My patience from having you dodge me week in, week out has been shattered. Your win at Fallen Heroes finally made me cross the line where I just don't care anymore...because mark my words Senator...the next time you see me your career WILL be over. I gave you a chance to leave peacefully, I gave you a chance to leave with dignity...and you disregarded it all. Well, Steve TIME'S UP! You have until next week to give me the match I deserve, and then I'm coming for you. Let it be known Steve, outside of the squared circle there are no rules, there are no influences - it's just you and me. And the end of your career. Oh, and I don't only plan to end your career....I PLAN TO END YOUR LIFE AS YOU KNOW IT. Enjoy this last week Steve, because trust me come this time next week if you don't give me my match, I can tell you now you won't be enjoying it ever again. And that, Steve, is nothing but the truth.


The intensity of Taylor is clear in his eyes; they look on fire. He face has also turned red and he looks ready to go anytime, anywhere. One thing's for sure; Fallen Heroes may just have sparked an even more dangerous Ultimate Competitor than before....

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: An unwanted visit
Credit: The Second Coming

The scene opens up at the backstage area of the Jose Miguel Agrelot Coliseum in San Juan, Puerto Rico. It is near the start of the show and as such no crazy Puerto Ricans can be heard screaming from the ringside part of the arena backstage quite yet. The part of the backstage area which requires our focus at this moment in time is one of the many corridors. In this corridor there are several doors which lead to various rooms, however our focus is in fact in what can be heard making it's way through the corridor. Footsteps of several people (one would presume) can be heard making their way through the long corridor, they aren't close enough to be seen yet but their shadows can be seen on the far side of the wall. As the people continue to make their way toward the end of the corridor the sound of their footsteps grow louder. After a short while the group of people finally make their way through the winding corridor and can be seen making their way toward the very end of it; it is The Second Coming. In front is Showtime is has a huge grin on his, he is followed unenthusiastically by both Fallen and Taylor with Iron brining up the rear, presumably to make sure no fagots attempt to jump them. Unfortunately, Iron is bringing up the rear. Suddenly Taylor stops, he is clearly not pleased with what the situation is at hand, and has a scowl to match. Showtime eventually realizes and turns around, Fallen too seems less than pleased.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo, what it be, dawg?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Sorry, but I think we should turn back...as much as I would like to help you out with whatever it is, I have more important things at hand tonight.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Awww man, don't be like that! Besides, it's one of these rooms down here...and trust me this is some important shit, like national security-important!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Oh fine, but if it turns out to be a waste of time I'm going.

Showtime smiles as he takes the lead again and the others follow. Fallen doesn't seem to be too interested and seems a bit distant tonight. The stable continues to the end of the corridor, until the very last door where Showtime stops. After a moment or two Showtime begins to open the door slowly and gestures to the rest of the stable to follow. The inside of the room is completely empty--apart from an old woman sitting in the centre cross-legged on a rug. As Taylor and Fallen both see her they both look on in alarm while Showtime can't help but grin, Iron strangely enough even manages a smile.

Maria | The Shrink: Welcome, my children.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Who the fuck is this, Showtime?!

Taylor looks over to Showtime who says nothing, Iron now has conveniently placed himself in front of the door. Thus proving that Taylor can't control his own bodyguard.

Maria | The Shrink: Please calm yourself, Mr. Taylor. I am Maria and Mr. Cooper invited me here today to help you and your group get along better.

It is hard to tell whether Taylor is pissed, annoyed, irritated, freaked out or all of them, though whatever it is he seems to be unable to talk at this moment. Luckily someone is....

Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Is this seriously what you brought us here for, Showtime? I mean..fucking hell, is this really appropriate? I lived in a damn mental institution for fucking MONTHS. I am programmed to go psycho on shrinks!

Taylor seems to have recovered now and has made his way promptly toward the door--where Iron is standing! He tries to get past Iron but Iron won't move!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: IRON MOVE!

Johnson | Iron Jaw: Sorry boss, but I think this is for the best.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: No offense, guys, but I can't handle this crap anymore. There is only so much a man can take of you two bickering 24/7! Ya'll need some professional help, so that's why I got the best in Puerto Rico!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fuck that!

Maria | The Shrink: I believe that is the kind of behavior which has caused Mr. Cooper to initiate this session today, Mr. Taylor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: ......Fuck off!

Taylor walks away from the door and decides to lean on a wall. Showtime seems to be a bit worried with how things are turning out while Fallen looks to be as annoyed as Taylor, though isn't displaying it in quite the same way.

Maria | The Shrink: Could everyone take a seat on the floor so we can begin, please?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No.

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Come on man, don't be like that! This is supposed to help us not make things worst, damn it!

Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Taylor, I don't agree with this crap either. It's an utter waste of our damn time, but we don't really have much a choice at this point? So stop bitching for once and just go with it.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Maybe it would help if I wasn't tricked into this shit in the first place!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Man, trust me here, please!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: FINE. Let it be known this is the last fucking time I'm following any of your ideas!

Taylor finally relents and joins Showtime, Fallen and Maria on the floor.

Maria | The Shrink: Good, now we can begin. Since I have managed to see how you react to each other in person, I believe we should start with each of you impersonating the person you feel you have an issue to see what you can do to repair the barriers of communication. Mr. Taylor, would you start please?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: This is stupid.

Taylor pauses, though is swiftly met with looks from Showtime and Fallen, so decides to actually do the task.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Hi. My name is Fallen Souls and I couldn't come up with a plan like Taylor if my life depended on it! I like to question every decision he makes because I'm a jealous shit and I can't match up to his magnificence in the leadership department. I may call Taylor stubborn, but that in fact is a lie because I am the most stubborn shit in the world! Maybe one day I'll actually quit being a stubborn shit and actually listen Taylor so we can succeed....HA NOT LIKELY!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Good googly moogly, man... That hurts.

Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Wow! I can't believe you got that down perfectly! The only problem is you were supposed to be impersonating me, not describing yourself and calling it me.

Maria | The Shrink: That was good, Mr. Taylor. It is good to be able to express your feelings to the person who you have issues with. Mr. Cooper, would you mind going next?

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Hi, I'm Jon Taylor, the Ultimate Competitor. You know what really grinds my gears? Everyone! That's right! Blacks, Asians, Mexicans, Italians, Midgets, Tall People, Jews! Tailors, bakers, candlestick makers, I hate all them fuckers! They could never beat me in a match! I'll throw them fuckers in the triangle of perfection because I like having the face of men near my nutsack! I'm the only man here that should be ACW Champion! Hell, GingerVag should just give me the title on a silver platter, but I'd still burn that bitch because I can't wear anything that anyone else wears! Oh, and I like ranting too! You know who I don't like though? Fallen Souls! I know he has a good chance at winning a bigger title than I because he took out an army of ninjas, but I'm gonna keep bickering with him to keep his spirit down! I hate that fucker! I hate X-Japan, and I hate having to listen to all 34 minutes of that fucking song every time he wins a big match! Come out to to some real music and not some Jap trying to do rock in fucking broken English! I don't know why I'm so angry! Wait, I do! It's because daddy said, "I love you," with his belt!]

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Bullshit is that me?!

Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: It's as if Showtime has been planning how he'd do this for weeks...

Maria | The Shrink: Good, Mr. Cooper. Finally, Mr. Souls it is your turn.

Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: Alright then, Let's see...HELLO, IGNORANT MASSES! The name is Jon Taylor, and I'm better then you because I said so! I know I'm the greatest wrestler and most charismatic guy in the world because I look at myself in a mirror for six hours a day to jerk off. I'm a beautiful man and my mom can vouch for that! I may not be able to understand that no one listens to me or follows my orders, but fuck those people because I'm awesome. If I wasn't the best person in the world I couldn't rant about everything. In fact, even when I'm seducing someone it becomes an angry rant. That's probably why I'm a lonely and depressed guy. Oh yeah, I also hate all of those that put up for me because they won't give me hugs and fill the empty hole inside of my pathetic existence.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fuck you!

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Man, that's gotta hurt.

Fallen and Showtime both seem happy with the progress so far, though Taylor as one would expect is far from it.

Maria | The Shrink: Well done. I believe the issues that you have individually and as a group are clear, all you need to do is focus on what you can do to work more cohesively. I believe the main advice I can offer you is just to act more positively and take other people's opinions into account amongst your own...this seems to be the largest the issue I have been identify; particularly Mr. Taylor and Mr. Souls. I wish you all good luck in the future, and I hope tonight is the start of a stronger bond between you all!

Fallen and Showtime both seem happy with the outcome, though Taylor doesn't seem very convinced by this all and can only whisper this...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Yea right...

Fallen Souls | The King of Satire: You say something silently to yourself? Something SARCASTIC?!

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No, I was just saying how I truly hope it is...

Ryan Cooper | Showtime: See, you both getting on better already! Man, you should listen to Showtime more often! I was the one that told El Hijo del Santo to dropkick the pope, and he's the biggest luchadore in the world because of it! Thanks Maria, hopefully we won't have to meet again...anyways, we best be both off we got some gold to win baby!

As the stable leave the room there is only one question left to be answered; will it last? The answer is probably not, but hey one week less of bickering is better than nothing!

End.

[BK London]

Match 3: Danny Mainer[C] vs. Jon Taylor – International Title (Credit: Showtime)

Match Start: Two of the top competitors in ACW going at it for the International Title. This was bound to be a game of human chess, so both men took a cautious approach, locking up in the center of the ring with Taylor getting the better end of the exchange, wrenching Mainer’s arm. However, Mainer shows off some of that agility that made him a champion by flipping out of the move and reversing it into an arm wringer followed by a wrist lock. He backs Taylor to the ropes and goes for what looks like an Irish Whip but is a Spinning Elbow.. that gets blocked by Taylor who in turns simply slaps the taste out of Mainer’s mouth! Holy hell, it’s on now! Mainer retaliates with a slap of his own, but Taylor sends one right back at Mainer. However, when Taylor tries to return the favor, Mainer blocks it and jumps up with a big Enzugiri kick. The only thing stopping Taylor from falling to the mat is the fact that his back is to the ropes, but if Mainer had it his way, it wouldn’t be for long. Mainer gutwrenches Taylor and makes his first mistake, bringing his head down because as soon as he did, Taylor relentlessly elbows the Champ in the back of the head until he breaks up the lock, allowing the challenger to then turn things around and have Mainer’s back to the ropes before sending him for the Irish whip, going that big running knee of his. Too bad Mainer has the move well scouted because he rolls around it and quickly gets up just as Taylor turns around, running at the challenger and rotating around his body before locking him in THE TORTURE RACK (No, not Lex Luger’s.. It’s more a Satellite Octopus Hold.

Match Mid-Point: Taylor escapes from the Torture Rack, but Mainer was zeroing in on that arm, delivering stiff kick after stiff kick! Of course, the Ultimate competitor wasn’t going to take this lying down, and after Mainer went to the well one too many times, Taylor catches his leg and then lifts Mainer up before dropping his groin over his knee with the atomic drop. Seeing how his hands were preoccupied with holding his groin, Taylor sees this as a prime opening for a stiff spinning backfist. Too bad it’s like playing whack-a-mole because Mainer ducks under the first attempt. The second one had a different outcome, with Mainer catching Taylor’s arm and rolling him into the AKIROBI LOCK (Minoru Special)! Fortunately for Taylor, his MMA knowledge helps him in rolling out of the move quickly enough to get a quick rope break.

Match Ending: Taylor… surprisingly has been taken to school because of the quicker Mainer who seems to be stalking Taylor for the finish. As soon as Taylor makes his way to his feet, Mainer runs in and leaps magnificently for the LAS VEGAS BLACKOUT (Dashing Leap Sidekick to the Head).. but Taylor’s Spider-Sense is tingling. He sidesteps Mainer, and as soon as the champ lands, he waistlocks Mainer and sends him flying backwards with a brutal GERMAN SUPLEX that sends Mainer landing at a nasty angle on the back of his head. Despite dumping Mainer as though he’s nothing, Taylor still couldn’t get the three count! Dragging him up by the back of his tights, Taylor goes for another German Suplex attempt, but Mainer flips behind Taylor, landing on his feet! As soon as the challenger turns around he eats a kickboxing flurry! Kicks to both sides of the body followed by forearms to the face! The Champ is really feeling it, and Taylor feels a hard kick to the stomach that causes him to kneel over.. which is prime position for INTERROGATION 101: JOINT MANIPULATION (Modified arm and shoulder submission)… which just so happens to be prime ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP position.. but Taylor puts a little twist on it this time. Instead of delivering the drop, he delivers a Driver, sending Mainer’s head crashing into the canvas before immediately switching to the TRIANGLE OF PERFECTION! (Modified Triangle Choke) Mainer desperately tries to escape from this devastating submission, but Taylor wrenches back to add more pressure to the move! After nearly a minute of struggling, Mainer finally submits!

[BK London]

Segment: Gold and Glory
Credit: Jay Zero

We fade into a shot of the backstage area of the Jose Miguel Agrelot Coliseum where Jay Zero is marching down the hallway, looking rather irate. He has his ring gear on and his black and white boas wrapped around his neck. Earlier tonight he starred on Jake Cheng’s “Water Cooler” and some words were said that probably weren’t meant to offend Jay, but inadvertently did. As he stomps down the hallway, several security officers begin to pile up in front of Jay, forcing him to stop.

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Zero: What the hell’s goin’ on? Let me through! [/color]

Security Guard 1: I’m sorry sir, we’re not allowed to do that.

Jay looks back and forth at the men, clearly showing a look of awe.

Zero: Look, I gotta go down to the ring! I have a match! [/color]

Security Guard 2: According to the Chairman, no you don’t. So we can’t let you out there.

Zero: --Yeah good one fellas. See ya. [/color]

Jay tries to walk around them, but more seem to come and circle around Jay – cornering him in.

Zero: Alright that’s enough! Get out of my way! I’m serious! [/color]

Security Guard 1: We’re only doing our orders given to us by the Chairman!

Security Guard 3: Sir, please don’t do that!

Jay gently barges into one of the guards, not in the mood to play games.

Security Guard 4: We have all the right to escort you out of the arena! Calm down sir!

Zero: This is bullshit! JUST LET ME TO THE RING! [/color]

“No..”

Jay turns around but can’t see who it is that’s talking to him. Several guards see who it is and back off, allowing him to enter the now semi-circle. It’s none other than the Chairman Gingerdude.

Ginger: Jay, I’m not letting you go out into my ring and ruining a great Entertainment title match!

Zero: Ruin? Don’t worry Ging, I’ll be quick! [/color]

Once again he tries walking past security but is stopped. [

Ginger: You’re not laying even one FINGER on “Showtime” Ryan Cooper tonight! You hear me?

Zero: Yeah, or what? [/color]

Ginger: Or I’ll suspend you and personally make sure that you don’t ever get a chance to be successful in this industry again! Understand?

Zero: Whatever Ging! For the last time I’ve been screwed right out of winning a big time competition! Too many times now I’ve been thrown out of the spotlight by one measly little person! Yoko Satoshi bumped me out from winning Emperor of the Ring, and now Showtime ruined my chances at winning the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale! The little punk needs to be taught a lesson Ging! [/color]

Ginger: Or maybe you do!

Zero: And what’s that supposed to mean? [/color]

Ginger: You’re not going to get what you want by just whining all the time Jay. Do something that makes me think you deserve it. Make me believe that you REALLY deserve it! Shock me! Do something to catch me off guard!

Zero: Oh, here we go again! Another person calling me boring?! Well I got news for you AND Mr. Jake Cheng! Jay Zero is anything BUT boring! [/color]

Ginger: I certainly didn’t mean that you were boring! I just think you need to spice things up, you know?

Zero: Ugh. [/color]

Ginger: But that certainly doesn’t mean going out and ruining my Entertainment title match! So I’ll tell you what! I’ll level with you here Jay. This Monday in Santiago, Chile – it’s going to settled in the ring, one on one! In one corner, you will have Jay Zero taking on his opponent in the opposite corner : “Showtime” Ryan Cooper!

Finally, some good news.

Ginger: …. Only on the condition that you don’t lay a hand on him until the bell rings for that match! Got it?

Zero: Yep. [/color]

Ginger: Good! Now – I’m giving you the rest of the night off. Go get your stuff and get out of here, ok? Enjoy all those things Puerto Rico has to offer! Cheers.

Ginger turns around and walks back off behind the security guards. Jay still doesn’t look pleased – however, he’s slightly more than before, now knowing at least that he’ll have the opportunity to strangle the throat of the cocky man that’s been talking so much smack about him.

Zero: I’ll show you spice…

The scene fades out.

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[BK London]

What The Hell Went On? I Was Gone For Six Weeks!
Part 4: Your Name Sucks
Jake Cheng and ~Aj

Though the “all clear” has been announced, Aiden takes no chances. Walking Anna to her father’s office, he keeps his head on a swivel to ensure every shadow and every corner is free of danger. To his surprise, he is taken off guard by a familiar voice from the past emanating from behind. Upon matching the voice to a face, he realizes the error of his ways; he should have been looking down.

?: World Champion Aiden Mother Fucking Joesph.

Aiden unenthusiastically turns his head to see a short man leaning against a wall, channeling cool from Henry Winkler. Jake Cheng is wearing a bright Hawaiian style shirt unbuttoned down the middle with no shirt on underneath. Mirrored aviators and a toothpick add to the cool aura that has surrounded him.

Aiden Joseph: Mr. Cheng?

Jake takes the toothpick out of his mouth and throws it onto the floor. The four time Light Heavyweight Champion removes himself from his position against the wall and takes off his sunglass; a look of confusion definetly isn’t helping Jake’s ‘cool look.’

Jake: What was that?

Aiden: Are you daft, man? I said -

Jake *interrupting*: No ‘Jack!’ or ‘Tiny Man!’?

Aiden: Why on Earth would I address you with an inappropriate name? Do you have business to discuss or do you just wish to mingle? If it is the latter, I am sorry to say that I am quite occupied at the moment and do not have the time for pleasantries.

Jake: But...but didn’t you miss me?

Aiden: You were gone?

Jake’s fake pouting face obviously doesn’t amuse the ACW World Champion. You have to be quick on your feet, time for a switch of tactics

Jake: You know, last time I saw you, there was a different woman on your arm.

Aiden: And last time I saw you, you *HAD* a woman on your arm.

Damn he’s good.

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Aiden: What happened? Oh wait, never mind. Your “small” stature provides me with all the answers I need.

Too good.

Jake: Oh clever. No, she just couldn’t get plane tickets to be here today. I’ll say hi to her for you though. And will you say hello to your dog JOYTOY next time you see her?

Aiden: Please. I don’t associate myself with riffraff like that any longer; I haven’t seen her in months.

Jake: Of course you don’t. It’s too dark at that hour of the day.

Aiden: Cute. Anyway, I’ve been blinded by the love of another, Miss Anna Sommers.

Jake: I see that, she is standing right here. And you might be “blinded” by another woman’s love later tonight, knowing you.

Aiden: You twist my words with such vivacious wit, Mr. Cheng. I assure you, though my heart was tainted by the guise you knew as Th-Th-Thun-

[Aiden stutters. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot speak the devil’s name.]

Jake: Thunderkiss?

Aiden: Yes, thank you. Anyway, that deceitful fabrication no longer curses my heart. With the light of love I have freed myself and what stands before you is the truth that lied underneath the false facade of sky blue and black for all those years. Now if you’ll excuse me -

Jake (with heavy sarcasm, but that goes without saying now doesn’t it?): Wow, sorry Thu..Aiden! I didn’t know that you changed your ways, I just thought you changed your name. My mistake! And love? Man, have you been taking some classes or something?

Anna yawns and Aiden smiles at his girlfriend. Jake will stop talking eventually, he tells himself.

Jake:...yeah I mean, I didn’t know love was considered giving pity to the bitch you knocked up!

Anna Sommers: *Gasp* Aiden! I am being insulted by a tacky midget! Do something!

Jake: But then again, you can’t blame her for coming back to you, especially now that you are World Champ! Her plan is working out quite nicely huh?

Anna steps forward but Aiden takes a sharp steps in front of her and tries to calm her down.

Aiden: My love, I’ll take care of this. Please return to the room. I’ll be with you briefly.

Aiden gives her a slight kiss on the cheek and she calms down. With a little nod and a smile, Anna turns and walks in the direction she was going in before stopped by the rude Jake Cheng.

Now Aiden diverts all of his attention to the man who he gave the nickname The Transition. Joesph gets right up in Jake’s face, which happens to be at the chest of Aiden.

Aiden: Mr. Cheng, though I most certainly live my life under more forgiving pretences that what you once knew, understand this. If you EVER insult my girlfriend again, I will pry your tongue from your mouth and shove it straight up your ass. Do I make myself clear?

Jake: Crystal.

Not wanting to get into a confrontation, Jake simply backs down from the big man Champion. After adjusting the title belt on his shoulder and turning around, Cheng waits for Aiden to take a couple steps before calling out to him on more time.

Aiden: Yes Mr. Cheng?

Jake: Uhh, your name sucks.

And like that, Jake is off like he was just told to take a seat over there. The unamused Aiden walks off to catch up with his woman.

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Fade Out.

[BK London]

Match 4: Thunder Train[C] vs. Mr. Red vs. “Showtime” Ryan Cooper – Entertainment Title (Credit: Showtime)

The Tale of the Tape: Bought to you by fruity, fruity, fruity, FRUITY, BY GAWD, THEY’RE FRUITY SKITTLES!

Ryan Cooper
Age: 25
Height: 6 ft 2
Weight: 220 lbs
Hometown: Fayetteville, North Carolina

Mr. Red
Age: 22
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200 lbs
Hometown: Columbus, Ohio

Thunder Train
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 360 lbs
Hometown: The End of the Tracks

The clock is ticking down, which means only one thing: it’s Showtime. “Wow” by Kia Shine begins to play, and Showtime finally make his appearance, getting a pretty decent pop from the Puerto Rican fans. A few practice punches get thrown by Showtime as the rap begins.

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

Showtime bends down and then rises back to up, throwing his arms up high in the air just as the extravagant display of pyrotechnics goes off behind him.

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

Showtime shows that typical swagger of his as he bounces to the ring, and after he walks up the steps to the apron, he climbs to the turnbuckle, raising both arms into the air. Looking from side to side at the legion of fans, he waves his hands to get them hyped up, yelling, “What time is it?!!” and getting a loud, “SHOWTIME!” response.

Showtime’s theme fades out, and the sounds of "Reds Fan" by Freekbass blares out of the PA. Seeing how he’s the only full-blown face in this match, once Mr. Red makes his appearance, he gets a pretty solid pop from the fans. On his way to the ring. He slaps hands with a few hands at ringside before sliding into the ring and removes his jersey, tossing it out to the fans.

As Red’s music fades out, the music finally changes to ‘Ice Train’, meaning that it’s time for the ACW Entertainment Champion to make his appearance. The fans are quite hostile towards him because of his rather heelish turn as of late and his alliance with Aiden Joseph, so when Train makes his arrival on the ramp, he was met with a loud chorus of boos.. You could say that he got a loud pop, but it’s mainly distaste for the guy. Regardless, the Train’s still got that hungry look in his eyes, and he see two pieces of meat trying to take the title that he has draped over his shoulder. After climbing the apron and stepping into the ring, Train gives his title to the referee who then hoists the belt in the air to signify that the title is on the line before giving it to the announcer as he exits the ring.

Bell sounds!

There seems to be some dissention among the fans with them being split between the newcomer Showtime, the former Entertainment Champion in Red, and even Thunder Train despite his turn heel. Red and Showtime both look at each other and give each other a nod before both charming in and attacking the champ, basically trying to wear him down with a series of forearms that rock the big man. Both Red and Showtime send Train across the ring with the Irish Whip, but the Champ kicks it in high gear and makes both of the challengers eat double clotheslines.

Two fallen challengers, but which one to attack first? Go for the newbie! .Showtime’s stumbling to his feet just as Red is also. Fortunately for Red, he doesn’t have a 360 pound beast stalking him, and just as Showtime turns towards Train, the champ runs in for the COAL BURNER (Shoulder block Takedown), but he is met by Showtime’s Uppercutting Super Kick he calls the Cooper Kick. Train staggers backwards, providing the challengers with a prime opportunity. Showtime gets on all fours, and Red steps rather hard on Showtime’s back, causing Showtime to fall to the canvas just as Red finishes off the Poetry in Motion that cause Train to be knocked over the top ropes.. but he still lands on his feet! The Red’s biggest fan has that look in his eyes as he grabs the top ringrope, and the fans ooooh as he springboards into a Shooting Star Press onto Train.. but he gets caught in mid-air in a bearhug! Train tries to squeeze the life out of him Showtime looks back and then runs at full speed before jumping over the top ropes with a twisting plancha onto both men, causing all three to finally fall down!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! –clap clap clap clap clap!- THIS IS AWESOME! –clap clap clap clap clap!-

All three men are slow to get up, but Showtime makes it to his feet first, just in time to give the kneeled over Thunder Train a dropkick to the face that sends him back down. With the big man temporarily dazed, Showtime averts his attention to the smaller Red.. who then just pokes Showtime in the eyes! Haha! So much for the show! You can’t even see what’s going on! Ah, Mr. Red, proving to be the biggest cheater since the 1919 Chicago White Sox! Regardless of it all, Red rolls Showtime in the rings and show a little kindness by helping the Muay Thai expert up.. only to snapmare him back down. Make up your mind, dammit! Didn’t take long for him to do just that since Showtime got the back of his head dropkicked. Red finally makes the first cover of the match!

One..


Two..


Kickout!

[BK London]

Did you really think it’d end after a dropkick? Red helps Showtime back up.. and keeps him up, instead backing him into a corner and lighting Showtime’s chest up with a series of knife-edge chops, ones that were definitely WOOOOOOOOO-worthy. Despite stinging like hell, Showtime had it in him to turn it around so that Red’s now in the corner, eating a series of stick kicks to the body, with the combo being ended by a jumping knee to the face that knocks Red back to the canvas. Seeing this as a key moment with Train still trying to get his bearings, Showtime drags Red back before climbing the top ropes, posing for the fans before shouting…

Showtime: WHAT TIME IS IT!

Random Fan: LOOK OUT!

Too late! Red trips Showtime up and hangs him upside-down in the tree of Joey Lawrence.. Whoa! Too bad this is no Blossom. It’s Mr Red and his SLIDE TO HOME (Tree of Woe Baseball Slide Kick)!! Showtime falls like a ton of bricks, and Red makes the cover.

One..


Two..


T-no!

Another two count! Frustation’s kicking in, and that means it’s time for something desperate!. Red climbs the top ropes as if he was going for a Moonsault or something like that, but Showtime’s quick to his feet, scaling the ropes like a cat and elbowing Red in the back of the head without mercy! After about ten shots, he finally rocks the former Entertainment champion enough to make it easy to hook his arm for the Avalanche Back Suplex..except the Train’s hungry for more than that! He’s hungry for a powerbomb, and that’s what he sets up Showtime for… while Showtime still has Red in the Back Suplex position. Oh, this is gonna be bad.. Train lifts Showtime up and sends him crashing down WITH AUTHORITY to the mat just as Showtime back suplexes Red from the top ropes!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

You can say that again.. Red took the worst of it, but Showtime got it pretty bad as well. Come on! It’s a 360 pound man powerbombing you! Train goes to Showtime and covers him.

One..


Two..


Th-Kickout!

Curses! Foiled again! Train then goes over to Red and covers him.

One..


Two..


Thr-Kickout!

Dammit! That’s exactly what Train says before he lifts Red up and delivers knee after knee to the body before gutwrenching the Reds fan, lifting him up and sending him crashing down with the GOLDEN SPIKE (Gutwrench Powerbomb)! After this big move, Train goes for his third pin attempt in the last minute!

One….


Tw-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATA!!!!

The ghost of Bruce Lee? No! It’s Showtime stepping on Train’s back before DOUBLE STOMPING the back of the champ’s head! Needless to say, that’s enough to break up the pin. Train is slow to get back up, but when he gets to one knee, he eats Showtime’s KAO DODE!!! Showtime’s finisher connects with full force and sends the Train crashing down, but there’s a commotion… Showtime looks outside of the ring, and jumping the guardrail is JAY ZERO! JAY ZERO! Showtime’s bating him to come into the ring, of course choosing to do so after security apprehends Zero. Hahaha! Showtime continues to jawjack Zero as he is assisted out thanks to ACW’s Top-flgiht security team, which allows red to pull Showtime down by the trunks and attempts to get the quick pin!

One..


Two..


Thre-BREAK-UP!

Train dives in just in the knick of time to break up the pin! Seeing how Showtime’s still in the ring, Red helps him find his way out by throwing him over the ropes before averting attention to Train, still feeling the effects of that Kao Dode. What better way to keep down a big man? Take his legs out, and that’s what Red was doing, stomping the back of Train’s knee before forming a $ with his legs and wrenching back with the RED-LOCK (Texas Cloverleaf) in the middle of the ring!! The fans are chanting, “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” as Train groans in pain. After about a minute of being locked into the move, Train bangs on the mat and summons the strength to power out of the move! Red couldn’t believe it, but you can believe that Train has a hurt leg. He makes his way to one knee, making it a breeze for Red to hit him with forearm after forearm before putting Train’s head underneath his arm… but Train does the same with Red, kneeing him in the gut before lifting up the former Entertainment champ up for.. THE DERAILMENT! TRAIN HAS THIS IN THE BAG… or he would have if Showtime didn’t damn near kick his head off with a soccer ball kick! Train rolls off of Red, and Showtime makes the cover!

One..


Two..


THREE!!!!

Phillip: Here is your winner.. and NEW ACW Entertainment Champion… “SHOWTIME” RYAN COOPER!

Train is livid! Showtime is ecstatic! Red.. well, he’s still feeling that Derailment. The fans are cheering for the new champion as Showtime is awarded the title. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and holds up the title high as he heads to the back, but from the look in Train’s eyes makes you wonder if that’s the last time Showtime will deal with him..

[BK London]

Segment: I’m KING OF THE MIDCARDERS (Credit: Showtime/Train/The Ravaged)

Ah, happy days are here again! Within a month of having his debut match, Showtime has done it! Championship gold around his waist, and not even that little shit Jay Zero could stop him from accomplishing what was destined to be.. The most entertaining man in ACW with the Entertainment Title. It was bound to happen, but no one would’ve guessed that it’d be this soon. The only thing that would make this better would be to celebrate with his main squeeze, or the woman that he wishes was. Thanks to the wonders of wiretapping, everyone can hear the phone conversation that’s going on while Showtime’s the only one on the screen!

Showtime: Hey, ba-

The Ravaged: Ayres.

Shot down in the first minute. That’s a bad start.

Showtime: Ayres. Guess what just happened?

The Ravaged: I would, but I have a feeling that you’re going to just tell me.

Showtime: Damn skippy! Your man is the new ACW Entertainment Champion!

The Ravaged: Great.. Now there’s something else we have in common, seeing how I’ve also worn that belt.

Showtime: Wha? This was wrapped around your waist? It’s like I’m humping your essence right now!

Molestation by association. That’s something new and disturbing because Showtime proceeded to pelvic thrust the ACW Entertainment title! And whoever said that burning a title is the worst thing you could do to it?

The Ravaged: Thank you for that delightful imagery, though if you say one more unnecessary word-

Showtime: I know, I know. A freaky thousand slow cuts of death.

The Ravaged: No.. I was thinking more along the lines of the Mancuerda.

Showtime: Ah, you’re so charmingly demented… So you said that you used to hold that title? I can’t possibly see who could’ve beaten you for it.

The Ravaged: Technically, I wasn’t, yet I believe that my very existence endangered everyone in contention for that belt. That is why I relinquished it.

Showtime: Hahaha.. That’s how it is with…

Showtime looks to his side, but the interrupter could not be seen. What’s noticeable is the large shadow that this person casts on Showtime.

Showtime: I’mma call you back. I love-

Click!

Showtime: you.. but that’s sure as hell not for you.

The camera zooms out to reveal one pissed off Thunder Train, obviously still steamed that Showtime basically stole the title from him.

Showtime: Hey, Soul Train! Helluva match you put out there, but I know why you’re here. You’re here to congratulate me on my victory. Go on, say it! “The better man won, and that’s you, Showtime.”

Train: You got lucky! The Train would never lose to trash like you!

Showtime: That sounds nothing like what I’m looking for!

Train: The only reason you won that match was because of me, and you know it!

Showtime: So whatcha sayin’, dawg? I can’t win on my own merit? Boolshit, Mr. Clean! I could’ve beat Red with or without your Derailment, and y’know what? I can beat yo’ ass any day of the week!

Train: Heh. Well then, why don't we have another match. This time, one on one. You won't be so lucky.

Showtime: Y’see, I would, but you just lost the title. There’s a whole lotta hungry guys that are waiting to get their chance. Guys like Libertines. Guys like Josh the Jersey Boy! Guys like “The King of Sudan” Damien King! You won’t have a stranglehold on this title, and unlike you, I will be a fighting champion! Besides, in order to challenge for this belt, you have to be entertaining. The Libertines can sing! What can you do?

Train: This. .

BOOM! One big lariat knocks the new Entertainment champion out as the former title holder leans down and picks up the title, draping it over Showtime’s limp body.

Train: You know what Showtime? You just made the biggest mistake of your life. I will get back that title because...The Train is always hungry!!

-Fade-

[BK London]

Segment "Precarious Position" Credit: ~Aj, Sarin

[Monthly forecast: black and white overcast days have been replaced with sunny, bright skies. With the threat of Dan White out of both of their lives, Aiden Joseph and Anna Sommers march into Jose Miguel Agrelot Coliseum together, their first joint appearance at an ACW event in over a month. Reunited, their spirits and vigor both run high and love is most certainly in the air.

With Aiden not scheduled for competition tonight, the two have had certainly enough time to catch up with friends and family. While Anna takes refuge inside her father’s makeshift office, Aiden celebrates Saturday’s victories with his Senatorial Stable comrades. Even though both are having fun, they soon begin to long for one another, and with a very titillating text message, a reunion is planned. With a couple of little white lies, both remove themselves from their current company and scurry back towards their locker room.

Though Aiden knows Anna most likely will arrive first due to the fact she is in closer proximity to their current dwellings, that doesn’t stop him from trying to be the first one in the door. In full sprint, Aiden zig zags through the arena’s corridors, turning corners with reckless abandon. Throwing so much caution the wind, it’s only a matter of time before this approach results in a disaster, and with the final turn, his luck runs out.]

~!~THUMP~!~

Aiden Joseph: Oomph!

[After running in an upright position, the next he knows he is laying prone on the floor.]

Aiden: The hell?

[If that wasn’t odd enough, straddling him from above is someone whom is most definitely *NOT* sight for sore eyes, Sarin Rossi.]

Sarin Rossi: I know it must be difficult to balance with such an inflated ego, but try your best for next time, mm'kay?

Aiden: You shouldn’t even be in the vicinity! This is my private wing of the arena! Go back to where you belong!

[Uneasy with their current placement, they quell the bickering so they can remove themselves from this situation as quickly as possible. However, as they rise, Aiden becomes too impatient and elevates himself much faster than Sarin. As a result, the two come crashing down to their original position and just like that, the truce is over.]

Sarin: Idiot!

Aiden: I know you fancy the heavyweight championship you tart, but you really could stand to lose a few pounds. Now remove yourself from my person before I suffocate to death!

[Trading insults, the two forget about their very conspicuous pose. To the uninformed passerby, they would most certainly see this as an orgasmic entanglement. This also holds true for girlfriends and with one opening of a door, Aiden’s world comes crashing down.]

Anna Sommers: Aiden, is that you making all that comm - *gasp*

[Aiden cringes in horror. He can literally hear the sound of her heart breaking as he struggles to find the right words that will exonerate him from her mistaken charges of infidelity.]

Anna: AIDEN!

Aiden: A-Anna, wait! It’s not what it looks like! Anna!

[Anna ignores his pleas and rushes as far away from the image that has just shattered her trust in him. Upon witnessing this, Aiden’s heart sinks all the way to Hades and he clamors out for her attention; attention that he desperately needs so he can decipher this situation in its true context.]

Aiden: Anna, no! God dammit!

Sarin: Well played, Adriana.

[Seething with resentment at Sarin’s very existence, Aiden points his trembling index finger at her. In his current condition, he is only able to muster up only three words, though it’s all he needs to describe his current feelings.]

Aiden: Oh piss off!

[Seeing Sarin as nothing more than pest, he does what any exterminator would do and eliminates with problem. Cranking his elbow into her side, he unknowingly hits her wound that was inflicted by the hands of Mercer Stanton just days ago. Painful stars fill Sarin’s eyes at the moment of impact and with one less than subtle push, Aiden thrusts her onto the nearby wall. With nothing abating his path, Aiden leaps to his feet and chases after his beloved, hoping he can somehow rectify this entire ordeal with every step.]

Aiden: Anna! Come back!

[Meanwhile back on the floor, Sarin clutches her side and winches in pain. Though his intentions may have been admirable, it’s not proper to mistreat a lady. This is a lesson she believes Aiden needs to desperately learn and in her eyes it can’t come soon enough.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 1: Bitterness Is In The Air

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

Outside the Jose Miguel Agrelot Coliseum a cool breeze flows in the Puerto Rican air. People gather outside the arena doors hurrying to get inside to witness what promises to be a spectacular ACW event. With ticket buyers flowing in the doors there are very few people standing around outside the arena. But one man stands alone by a pillar, in the shadow of a spotlight. As he moves forward towards the camera in his long black coat, the light hits his skin as the crowd in the background become irrelevant and blurred as the focus changes to reveal the face of the recently returned Scott Andrews.

His physique is covered by his coat, but by witnessing Fallen Heroes it is obvious that he kept himself in shape over the time he was away. His hair, both on his head and on his face, is decently groomed, but still on the rough side with stubble growing on his chin and the sides of his face. He has a booklet in one hand, rolled up to fit in his grip. When he finally speaks the crowd behind him have all entered the building and are watching with delight, the return promo of Scott Andrews.

Scott:[/color] Ladies and jackasses, say hello again to the strongest, fastest, smartest, best dressed, least moronic, most photogenic superstar on the ACW roster; The ‘Scarlet Assassin’ Scott Andrews!

The crowd cheer on the ACW veteran as he passionately describes himself using his own words and his own opinions.

Scott:[/color] At Fallen Heroes I entered at number 25 and kicked some ass until I was eliminated by The Revolutionary, who we now know was in fact Rattlesnake…

The crowd boo as Scott mentions his elimination.

Scott:[/color] Now I’m not happy about being thrown over the top rope, not at all. I came back that night with the intention to win the rumble and get a shot at the now pretty boy champion. What the hell happened to him?! But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. The thing that pissed me off more was the fact that people in the Senatorial Stable, a group of the best in ACW, a group whom I affiliated myself with in hopes of rising to the top of ACW, a group who always say they have your back…weren’t there for me in the end. There were a bunch of Senatorialites in the rumble and none of them thought to unite and gang up on individuals? None of them thought to help their stablemates when they were in trouble? What kind of group are they?!

Scott’s expression turns sour.

Scott:[/color] I’ll tell you what kind of group they are. They’re greedy, power hungry, selfish and falling apart. When I was struggling in ACW who helped me? I did. Did I sacrifice anything for the stable? You bet your ass I did; too much. And did I ever get recognition, any real appreciation shown towards my efforts to better the stable and its reputation? No; all for nothing. I was put on the bench and left in the background. And at Fallen Heroes I realised that wasn’t gonna change. No-one attempted to help me out unless
it benefited them. No-one in that group gives a fuck.

Yeah, I’m bitter. Get over it. So Senator, don’t bother with any offers for me to re-join your crumbling establishment. Just go out there and win your title. That’s all you ever wanted wasn’t it? How about you try and prove me wrong by putting one of your Senatorial jackasses up against me? I’ll make sure to knock them out or make them squeal like a little girl until they give up and tap. Either way it’s going to make me a very happy man.

I didn’t come back to purely prove how damn good I really am. I came back with a purpose more driving and motivating than that. I want to get back all the things you took from me. All the opportunities I sacrificed. I’m the better man. I’m the smarter man. I now know I never needed you. I now know I can destroy you all…Let this be a message from the mouth of Scott Andrews to not just the Senatorialites but to everybody who’s anybody: revenge is sweet.

And with those words from the Scarlet Assassin he walks out of frame and into the night. Who knows what he’s thinking.

Plotting revenge?

Deciding on what to have for dinner?

Imagining Evangeline Lilly and Eva Longoria in a three way with himself?

We’ll find out when he’s ready to tell us.

FADE OUT

[BK London]

Segment: Remotivated (Credit: Freeman)

Freeman: Yes, yes, here we go. At Fallen Heroes…I admit it…I lost. So I’m sure that many of you think that I’m bitter? And of course, maybe I should be. Hell, I did better last year! However…I must say, that although I did expect to do better, I am not nearly as angry as I may have been a while back. Maybe not even near as angry as I should be. Quite frankly, I feel strangely satisfied…and do you wanna know why?

Freeman, obviously not expecting an answer to this, continues talking anyways. Now, this may seem like an abrupt start to you, and that’s most likely what the fans in the audience are thinking…randomly, during their wait for something new to happen, Jason Freeman’s face popped on the screen, and he instantly began talking…before any of them could even really get a grip on what was going on. Now, the camera zooms a bit out, and Freeman is shown to be standing near the Senatorial Locker Room, obviously leaving the room for a moment to address the fans and say what was on his mind. He quite obviously is not taking his time, and is getting right to the point.

Freeman: Well, it’s because…with me being in the state I was in at the time, facing off against insignificant nobody’s like Train…

Freeman quickly takes a glance back at the Senatorial Stable locker room, to make sure that the man in question is nowhere to be seen…before continuing

Freeman: I was lucky to even get NEAR the end of the match. Now, I’m sure you people say “Heh, he says this every month.” And maybe I do. But in any case, after doing some training with Dave Morgan…I have realized that there was a certain fire in me that I think that I need to reclaim. I need to…re-find it. You see now, I said I was changing for the better after the whole…Senatorial Stable, Entourage, Senatorial Stable incident…and I think I did. I mellowed out a bit…and I got better at blaming MYSELF for my actions…certainly I was a better man for it…especially from your perspective.

Freeman shrugs, and continues on nonchalantly.

Freeman: But, this is a wrestling business, you know? I have to think about myself too. Recently, I was going back over some old tapes, and happened to watch a clip of me…the clip where I spit in the Senator’s…oh congratulations to Senator by the way…anyways…, I spit in the Senator’s face, and basically ranted off about this-and-that. You guys hated me for it, and I hate myself for it, but you know what I saw when I rewatched it? I saw intensity, I saw fire, I saw passion. And sure, maybe it wasn’t being put to the right use…but it was good! THAT was the man that I needed to be! And maybe…things happened, and I didn’t really make much of myself, and so…for that reason…I think it’s time I refind that. Now, don’t you worry, I’ve changed, but that doesn’t I can’t go back and put those emotions to GOOD use. I took one step…I attempted to bury them. Now, I’m gonna channel them. And for anyone else in my way…you better be ready…because September’s much closer than you think it is…and I have my eye on that Emperor of the Ring. I think, I may have to well…be looked at a bit higher before I stand a chance, so that…might…mean making an impact.

Freeman smirks and turns, walking back inside the Senatorial Stable locker room, as the camera fades.

[BK London]

OTA Segment: Keepsake (Credit: Sarin)

The chilly night air stings her exposed arms, but the time for covering up has passed. Her apathetic limbs dangle by her side. She resists the urge to huddle up in a ball. She wants to feel everything tonight, even the cold. A gust of wind blows a few strands of raven hair across her lips. With two delicate fingers, he tucks her locks behind her left ear. Neither of them smile.

Cesare: Our planes depart soon.

Sarin: Where to?

Cesare: Lucrezia will return to the Vatican. She needs time to recuperate.

Sarin: You never did mention the cause of her illness.

Ordinarily, he would refuse; but, he owes Sarin a life debt. He glances at the taxi cab bearing his sister. Lucrezia, with eyes closed and head bowed, loses herself in silent prayer.

Cesare: A group of men set upon her in Prague. Infected with a satanic virus, they transferred their disease to her. She had supernatural strength, speed, reflexes...at the cost of her sanity.

Sarin: And my blood counteracted not only Forticius Sevantion but also...

Cesare: The satanic strand, yes. Unfortunately, Lucrezia remembers every sin she committed while in Satan's thrall. She will return to the Vatican and cleanse her body and soul.

Sarin nods. It is odd to think that the meek, praying woman in the back of a taxi cab incapacitated several grown men. Then again, appearances are deceiving...

Sarin: And yourself? Where will you go?

Cesare smiles faintly, procuring a letter emblazoned with a shiny gold logo.

Cesare: I've been accepted to the Parsons School of Fashion Design, and will be matriculating with the Class of 2012.

Sarin: I'm beyond proud.

Cesare quirks an eyebrow.

Cesare: Why? You have no investment in my career path.

Sarin: It's not about your career. It's about loving a person enough that you're willing to let them go for a time. As much as you may desire to join Lucrezia in her recuperations, she needs to be alone with her God.

Cesare: I know. It will be hard...but you're right. The separation will be good for us. We need, a, er...break.

Sarin smiles, placing a comforting hand on Cesare's shoulder and capturing his gaze.

Sarin: Be careful. And write often. Now go. Your sister is waiting.

Cesare: Sarin, I don't know how to, I mean...how can I ever thank you?

Sarin: An invitation to your first show at Fashion Week wouldn't hurt. Thank me by fulfilling your dreams.

Another gust of wind blows, but Cesare feels no cold, only Sarin's lips brushing his forehead. He wishes tears fell less readily, but the small splotches on his white shirt shatter that illusion. Moments away from opening the cab door, he turns and calls out to her.

Cesare: Wait! What are you planning to do next?

She thinks of Rattlesnake, donning her white cowboy hat; of Alicia, enjoying the perks of a fruitful retirement; of Lucrezia, basking in the love of a God she cannot see; of Cesare, his dreams on the cusp of realization; of Aiden Joseph, smirking with a glint of gold glimmering on his waist; and of Yoko, her Yoko, her eternal keepsake, nodding firmly as she swings her mallet at Aiden's nose...

She thinks of all of these wonders, and smiles.

Fade.