Thursday Night Meltdown May 8th 2008

[BK London]

NAW BITCH NAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Credit: Showtime

It had to be done.. With Thunder Train’s record deal and Fallen Souls having Soulja Boi on Warfare Showtime has been inspired to do his own rap to the beat of Soulja Boi’s “YAHHH!!” Jay Zero and Libertines working together to get the best of Showtime, he’s back with a vengeance, more focused than ever… to entertain the fans and let his enemies know what time it is! Dressed in baggy black designer Jeans, red shirt with “SHOWTIME” written in bold, white bubble font, and a baggy Gucci hoodie that all of the kids are wearing now.. There’s one thing missing.. Well, not anymore since Showtime puts on a tacky pair of shades with “SHOW” and “TIME” written on the lenses.

AYE YEAAAH! Second Coming Entertainment!
Showtime, baby! I got something new for ya’ll!
Man, when someone trying to jock your style..
They try to be like you and claim it for their on and you ain’t feelin’ it..
Just be like..

“NAWW BITCH NAWWW!”

Showtime walks down the streets and is met by a middle-aged man that has a beer-belly that extends about a foot from the rest of his body, desperately trying to get Showtime to sign an autograph.

Tubby: Hey, Showtime, can I have your autogr-

NAWW BITCH NAWWW!!

Tubby: Jay Zero beat you last sh-

NAWW BITCH BITCH NAWWW!

Tubby: But I saw the matc-

YAK’ZA KYAKKU!!!

Appropriately, Showtime does a rather comedic Yakuza kicks the that doubts him.. I mean, Showtime’s an athlete of the highest magnitude!

Tubby: Was that really necessa-

NAWW NAWWWW BITCH!

Of course, what’s a rap without a stupid dance.. and you can’t get more stupid than the dance Showtime’s doing: that god-awful Soulja Boi Tell ‘Em/Superman Dat Hoe dance.

GET OFF MY DICK, HO!
GET OFF MY DICK, HO!
GET OFF MY DICK, HO!
GET OFF MY DICK…
NAWWWWWWWW!!!

Let me tell you about my life and how I live it as the Show.
Jay Zero and Libertines are jealous like some hos.
They robbed me of my win and had the nerve to talk that smack.
But the only time they do it is when it’s behind my fucking back.

Jay looks like a fucking girl and an ugly one too.
While Libertine’s breath stanks, stankin’ like some do do.
Man, they hate on me, but I’m tryin’ to get this money.
I’mma knock them out for running their mouths just like a dummy.

There's three fans that looked like college students talking about ACW when Showtime walks between them, and all three of them run to him with questions.

Random Fan #1: Do you like the Water Cooler?

Seriously? What a stupid question, and Showtime punches the retarded person that asked him that in the face.

NAWW BITCH NAWWW!

Random Fan #2: What about Mint. E. Fr-

Showtime didn’t even give this guy the chance to finish the question by way of his fist in his face.

NAWW BITCH NAWWW!!

Random Fan #3: They’re both stealing your gimmic-

True… but he still eats a Yakuza kick!

YAK’ZA KYAKKU!

All three are knocked out.. Damn, and when there’s so much harmony going on now..

……..

HAHAHA TRICK!

Back to Showtime cranking that Soulja Boi!

Get off my dick!
Stop stealing shit!
Jay Zero..
And Libertine’s tricks!
Silly bitches..
You fucked up!
And the SC’s..
Gonna show ‘em what’s up!
HAAAAAAAAA!!

Showtime’s rapping down the street and slapping hands with his various fans.. until he runs into a Jay Zero impersonator that he quickly pushes down.

What's this faggotry?
The King of Las Vegas changed his name to Sparklesuck?
But guess what, dude?
Nobody gives a fuck?
You're still ol' lame ass Danny Mainer.
He teams with Jake Steel! I beat his ass every week.
And I see that boy Mint E. Fresh trying to be like me.
Sayin’ what’s hood, nigga and smoking weed like C.
And I'm like..
NAWWWWW BITCH!
NAW NAW NAWWW BITCH!
NAW NAW NAWWWWWWW NAW NAW NAWWWWWW BITCH! NAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

Break-time! The rap ends here, and Showtime places his hand on his chin, thinking about recent happenings in ACW.

Showtime: Man, these ACW guys are stealing my style. They’re trying to be like me.. They can’t beat me, so hey wanna be me. Except Jay Zero and the Libertines. They wanna be some lil’ girls, but if they keep talking shit.. I’mma throw some knees on them bitches!

NEW SONG! The beat of “Throw some D’s on that bitch” begins to play, and Showtime’s back to rapping in front of a screen that has his name in the background in bold flame-like font…while he does the Running Man dance..

Man, Jay Zero, Libertines, THUNDER TRAIN, Jake Cheng, Jake Steele, and the rest that aint’ Second Coming
THROW SOME KNEES ON THAT BITCH!
They keep talking shit about me.
THROW SOME KNEES ON THAT BITCH!
But they can’t beat C!
THROW SOME KNEES ON THAT BITCH!
And that’s what I’m gonna do..

At least that rap ends quickly, but Showtime finally looks at the camera seriously.

Showtime: ACW, the Show’s always on.. Everybody’s trying to get famous like me or try to make a name for themselves at my expense. Their time’ll run out, but it’s always Showtime. Believe that.

-Fade out-

[BK London]

Segment: “Everyone Loves Your Lies but You” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj

[Within the locker room of the World Champion, spirits have never been higher after suffering a defeat. In fact, Aiden has all but forgotten he has just performed, even though it was just moments ago. His mind now preoccupied with more important matters, he cleans his body of the stench of the wrestling business underneath the shower head.]

Aiden Joseph: So I as I was telling dear Robert, the commercial should take place in a desert. Picture this my love. A near death, dehydrated, nude model struggles to stay alive and then -

[He pauses for dramatic effect. Intoxicated with his thoughts, Anna begs him to provide her with more.]

Anna Sommers: And then?

Aiden: And then I appear above her, in an astral form no less! My own sweat drips into her mouth and just like that, she is revived.

Anna: Now that’s hot.

[Having just crawled out of the shower, Anna plays with the towel that resides around his waste like a cat clawing at a ball of string.]

Aiden: You’re telling me. If that doesn’t sell water, I simply do not know what will!

Sarin Rossi: Why don’t you just urinate in her mouth? I'm sure that will sell a few more bottles.

[The heads of “Aidenna” turn in the direction of the intrusion. Believing one good deed deserves another, Sarin ignores the formalities and decorums expected of a guest and enters the locker room without invitation.]

Aiden: Well, I am going to have to ask you to leave. As you can see, I am hardly decent.

Sarin: Since when have you ever been?

[Sarin’s combat boots click on the floor as she makes haste towards Aiden; his ears agitated by the very noise.]

Aiden: Well, I see that I am going to have to acquire my second restraining order in just under a month. At this rate I’ll have the entire roster on the list in just under a year.

Sarin: I know what you did. So cut the shit.

[She reaches into her blouse and pulls out the infamous cufflink.]

Sarin: A member of the crew found this on the dance floor. Do you recognize it?

Aiden: Never seen it in my life.

Sarin: I’m sure you haven’t. I see honesty is another one of your fine traits. What would you say if I told you I had a video of you flicking said cufflink onto the dance floor while I was performing?

[Caught in a lie, Aiden does what any deceitful man would do in his place and that’s tell another.]

Aiden: Accidents happen!

Anna: Yeah, like her career.

Aiden *snickering*: Oh you are so darling today!

Sarin: I pity the unfortunate child nesting in the venemous womb of his mother. If not for him, you would be a splat on the underside of my boot.

[Anna’s eyes squint in displeasure upon hearing this. After all, who does this tawdry woman think she is to question her virtues?]

Sarin: You have threatened my well-being and my reputation. You will deeply regret a second attempt. Make no mistake: I will strike you down. This is your final warning.

[She pivots back into the direction from which she came and exits the room. Back inside, the silence is deafening. Aiden and Anna both exchange flustered looks as they digest Sarin’s admonishment, but in a bizarre turn of events, the stillness in the room is suddenly shattered by the sound of amusement.]

Anna *laughing*: I thought her bug eyes were going to pop out of her head for a second there!

Aiden: Totally!

[Aiden opens his eye lids as far as they possibly can go and then looks directly into Anna’s face.]

Aiden *mimicking*: This-is-your-final-warning! Bwahahaha!

[Just like Aiden’s club, ignorance is truly bliss ... ]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Segment: “The More You Know: The Brazilian Rainforests” Credit: Thunder Train, ~Aj

Ah yes, the Amazon Rainforest...One of the most beautiful natural pieces of Earth ever created. Being in Brazil it would only be fair to take the time to talk about this wonderland. We begin our scene inside the Amazon Rainforest with ACW Champion, Aiden Joseph and Thunder Train A.K.A. The Fashion Express. They stand in a cleared out circle of the Rainforest. Aiden stands with nothing but a fig leaf covering his...junk...for a lack of a better term, while Train is dressed like Indiana Jones...

Aiden Joseph: Good evening! I am Aiden Joseph coming straight from Cali-fornai-aye! Sporting this belt, I make all competition go M-I-A! Where my party pa-party party pa-party people at?!

Train turns his head at Aiden and raises his eyebrow in disbelief over his introduction.

Aiden: Now, you are probably asking yourself why I am wearing nothing but this leaf. Some of you might be scared, others aroused, but the truth is there is a very serious problem occurring here in the rainforests.

Thunder Train: Thats right Aiden. Hi there, I am Thunder Train and I am going to help my friend explain the horrors of what is happening in these rainforests. Aiden, if you will begin..

Aiden: Thank you James! Did you know that rainforests once covered 14% of the Earth's land surface? That number has reduced to 6% and some experts say that the rainforest will be completely gone in 40 years. Each second, 1 and a half acres of rainforest are lost. This poses a big problem for many plant, animal and insect species, as each day 137 are lost because of the deforestation.

Train: That's right. The rainforest is also called The "Lungs of the Earth" as over 20% of the oxygen is produced here. You like breathing don't you? What about eating? Over 80% of the world's diet started here in the rainforest. Foods such as, oranges, lemons, grapefruit, tomatoes and bananas. Many others such as chocolate and cinnamon were first produced here as well. And without those foods the Train would be hungrier.....AND THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY ALREADY!!! COULD YOU IMAGINE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE TRAIN DIDN'T HAVE FOOD? DO YOU?

Train stands up and punches a tree, making it fall over instantly.

Aiden: Easy there James. We are trying to save the rainforest, not destroy it.

Train: Ah yes...sorry...I got a little...carried away.

Aiden: It's quite alright. Your passion and enthusiasm tug on my heart strings. Returning back on topic, how many of you listening to me right now have ever gotten ill? Over 25% of Western pharmaceuticals are made from rainforest ingredients. 70% of cancer fighting plants are found in the rainforest and 25% in today's cancer fighting drugs come from plants ONLY found in the rainforest. Less than 1% of the total plants in rainforest has been tested. Who knows what other cures might be found in this magical forest?!

Train: There are many other fascinating things about the rainforest, that we might never be able to see because of deforestation. Harvesting the wonders of this place would be much more economical to the world, rather than chopping it down for wood or grazing land.

Noises of bulldozers, chainsaws and trucks are heard in the background.

Aiden: You see? People right now are destroying these rainforests and we simply CANNOT allow that to happen. With each tree destroyed, more carbon dioxide is released into the air and this will eventually cause an increase in the Earth’s temperature. Without these forests to help prevent this, the world would never be the same. Now we ask you, people of the Earth, to please do whatever you can to stop deforestation. Visit www.savetherainforest.org for more information on how you can help the cause...

And with that the two walk off in different directions before we fade out...

Note from Ken: If you are truly interested in helping out this great cause, please visit www.savetherainforest.org/savetherainforest_002.htm to learn all about simple things you can do to make a difference! <3 !!

[BK London]

Segment: Pre-Tag Team Prep Talk (Credit: BK London)

As the segment opens up, we are immediately brought to a shot of Jerome Carter - who's still sporting quite a shiner from the attack on him earlier in the week. As the camera pulls away from his heated expression, we see a few more bruises around his body. As the camera finishes pulling out, we see BK London pacing back and forth behind the less than thrilled ACW wrestler.

BK London: Now Jerome, I know how much you're going to want to beat the living hell out of Adrian Flamingo in this match tonight. It's an absolute given after what happened on Warfare, but I cannot stress enough that you must control your temper in this match up tonight.

Jerome sharply turns his head towards BK London, who is now standing firmly behind him.

Jerome Carter: Control my temper? CONTROL MY TEMPER?! The man beat me down to nearly an inch of my life and I'm just supposed to "control my temper?" Listen BK, I respect you and everything, but there's no way I'm going to hold back tonight. We have a tag team match against those two sons of bitches, and I'm going to make them pay for what they did to me.

BK London exhibits his knowledge of Smackdown! wrestling by grabbing onto the shoulder of Jerome, and bringing him down to his knees with the Khali Nerve Hold.

Jerome Carter: Ow ow ow ow ow ow!

BK London: No you won't ok? That's exactly what Adrian wants you to do. He wants you to get riled up, he wants you to let your emotions get out of hands in that match up, because he knows you're more likely to make a mistake that way. Don't underestimate the Flamingos alright? They're a crafty, cold, calculuating bunch, and once they see a weakness - they'll exploit it, I know. Trust me. I went into Genocide this year with that same mindset. I had that seek, kill, and destroy mindset. My only goal in that match was to make Adrian Flamingo pay, and before the match he managed to push my buttons and he took advantage of the mistake I made. Next thing I know, 5 days later I'm passing out in the middle of the ring. But now I know Jerome, now I know. I won't let that happen again...

Jerome Carter: That's fine and dandy and all - BUT could you please let go of my shoulder?!

Realizing that he still has the grip on, even squeezing tighter at the thought of his loss to Flamingo at Genocide, he quickly releases the nerve of Jerome. Jerome attempts to get the feeling back in his arm while standing up.

Jerome Carter: Alright, I promise I won't let my emotions get too out of control out there. But you have to make sure that we get back that son of a bitch for what he did to me on Warfare.

BK London: You have my word, at Spring into Hell - he will pay. But tonight, we're going to give him a little preview.

BK throws his arm over the shoulder of Jerome and they begin to walk off camera, but they stop.

Jerome Carter: Wait, what do we do about Mickey?

BK London: Oh, you leave Mickey to me.

A sinister laugh follows, and now they finally do walk out the locker room to see several members of the HBSC's arena security surrounding the door.

BK London: Uh, can I help you?

Head Member: We were sent here by Gingerdude to escort you around the arena, to ensure that you and Mr. Flamingo do not get in any more altercations.

Jerome Carter: Just great.

BK London: Gingerdude's definitely lost it, but our match is up next, so let's go. And don't cramp our style.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

In Paris Too Early...Whoops
Alternative Title: AP Tests *Shakes Fist*
Credit: Jake Cheng

In The HBSC Arena, the people in the audience talk among themselves, waiting for the next contest to being in the ring. Unfortunetly, they get the giant head of a Chinese man with dreadlocks on the Alphatron.

Jake: Hello people of Brazil! Unfortunately for you, I will not be able to be in your country for the show today.

Rejoice fills the arena. Cheering, throwing of stuff into the air, applause, some lady faints, etc.

Jake: Yes yes, so sad. I was even going to grace you with my in-ring skills. But there was a mix up in the airport so instead I am in Paris, France for the weekend. That is in Europe for all you morons who don’t know anything past your own borders. So while you get to live in a dirty country for the rest of your lives, I am living it up in the lap of luxury in a civilized country. The City Of Lights for a whole weekend with the most beautiful woman in the World.

Jake turns his head and Kirsten Carter joins her boyfriend on the Alphatron. She gives him a big kiss on the cheek and mouths “Thanks.” He smiles and turns back to the crowd in the HBSC Arena.

Jake: No one could be luckier than me right now. But I will admit I was a little disappointed when I realized I could not be at the show. I mean, I had the opportunity to be in the ring against Jon Taylor and the man I lost for the one-hundredth time to. I am missing out on revenge and entertainment.

But one person I would like to apologize to, someone I never particularly wanted to speak to again, is none other than BK. But don’t worry London, the water cooler will air live from Paris France on Monday May 12th!

And you know what else is on Monday? The second ever match where there is a possibility of two titles changing hands. In the first one I won the Light-Heavyweight Title for the first time. This one will determine who will be in my crosshairs next. Will it be the current champion Jon Taylor or the former champ Danny Mainer? You know what, it doesn’t even matter. I will be the International Champion soon, and you can count on that. See you Monday, I’m going to eat some snails and bad cheese.

Jake puts his arm around Kirsten as the Alphatron cuts to black. The crowd shuffles in their seats and turns toward the ring for the match to come ahead...

[BK London]

Match 3: BK London and Jerome Carter vs. Adrian and Mickey Flamingo (Credit: BK London)


As this match starts off, it appears the newcomer Jerome Carter will be starting things off against the seasoned superstar, Adrian Flamingo. Jerome Carter still isn't too happy about the attack on Monday by Adrian Flamingo after his first win, but he heeds the advice of his Uncle earlier in the night and doesn't let his emotions get too out of hand. As the pair looks to lock up in the center of the ring, Adrian Flamingo quickly delivers a hefty knee to the abdomen of Jerome Carter. A few more knees follow up, drilling him time after time, before Flamingo grabs him by his head and throws him down to the mat. Holding the back of his neck in pain, Carter writhes in pain, but he manages to find his way back up to his feet on his own accord. Flamingo meets him with a swift kick to the abdomen before whipping him into the corner. Hoping to follow up with a clothesline, Adrian runs full speed towards his opponent only to recieve a huge boot right to the jaw. The boot sends Adrian recoiling, stumbling backwards a bit, before Jeromer Carter bursts out the corner almost insantly. A double leg take down manages to ground Adrian Flamingo, and now Carter decides to deliver multiple shots to his jaw. Adrian decides to cover up and Referee Carter Donovan makes sure to break these two up. Adrian rises up from the mat, hoping to score with a clothesline but Jerome ducks under it and scores with a huge back suplex. Adrian holds his back in pain, and Carter makes a pin attempt.

ON- KICK OUT!

There's no way that Adrian is going to allow himself to be pinned by Carter, and he kicks out with authority. Jerome and Adrian rise up to their feet simultaneously, and Adrian advances towards Carter. The former All Ontario Tag Team Champion scoops up Flamingo and drops him with a hard scoop slam. Flamingo gets up once more and is dropped to the mat with a very painful Uranage Backbreaker. Holding his back in pain, Flamingo lays prone on the mat, and Jerome Carter now perches himself up on the middle turnbuckle. A place Carter isn't familiar with is the top rope, but he plans to extract his vengeance tonight on Adrian. Mickey however runs down the apron and looks to provide a distraction, but he is knocked off with a huge right hand. The Rio De Janiero crowd cheers with delight for Mickey having his lights knocked out, but it does indeed provide enough of a distraction. Adrian grabs Jerome by his left leg and jerks the newcomer off the mididle turnbuckle. Jerome soars through the air and manages to land on his upper back and the back of his neck in pain.

BK London looks a bit concerned on the apron for his nephew, and now Mickey climbs back onto the apron and demands a tag from his nephew. Adrian grabs Jerome by his ankle and drags him to his corner, where Mickey is now tagged in to some major heat from the crowd. Mickey enters the ring a bit sloppily, nearly falling through the ropes, but once he does he dishes out some pain to Jerome. Several stomps to the lower back punishes the former Lion's Road wrestler, and now Mickey follows up with a camel clutch - an actual wrestling move. While trash talking to the fans in the HBSC Arena, Mickey continues to apply the hold. BK London stomps on the apron, and the crowd begins to stomp in the arena in unison, providing a bit of support for Jerome Carter. Carter slowly begins to get up with Mickey on his back, before eventually dumping him back down to the mat. Slowly Jerome Carter begins to crawl towards his corner, attempting to tag in his Uncle BK - but Mickey manages to get up. As Jerome is a fingertip away from the hot tag, Mickey races across the ring and knocks BK London off the apron.

BK London lands on his feet while hitting the ground, and he's anxious to return back into the ring but Adrian jerks him back down to the mat. As Mickey provides the distraction, Adrian knocks BK London out with that railroad spike on the middle of his custom made chain. London lays knocked out on the ground below as Adrian slithers back to his corner like the snake he is, with the referee totally oblivious to what's going on. As Mickey turns around, he is met with a kick to the abdomen and is taken down with a Shiranui. Mickey is laid out, and Jerome turns around to attempt the cover but he realizes BK London is not there. BK London is still knocked out from Adrian's attack. Adrian slips into the ring, utlizing the five second rule, and scores with a huge DDT. Jerome is planted in the middle of the ring and Adrian steps right back out onto the apron, leaving Mickey the spoils. Mickey rolls over and covers Jerome Carter, managing to hook only one leg.

ONE
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TWO
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TH-KICK OUT!

Jerome manages to get his shoulder up before three, and Adrian can't believe it. Adrian reaches his arm out, demanding that Mickey tag him and slowly Mickey rolls over to his corner and does. Adrian enters the ring and now hooks both legs, looking to finish this off.

ONE
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TWO
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T-KICK OUT!

Adrian stares up at rookie referee Carter Donovan, and Donovan assures him that it was not a three count which angers the seasoned superstar. Adrian picks up Jerome Carter and rests his head on the bottom turnbuckle in the corner before backing up. Slapping his knee a few times, he then charges full speed towards Jerome Carter for the ADH Knee, but Jerome manages to roll out the way. Adrian's knee hits the turnbuckle hard, prompting him to hold it as he stumbles out the corner, and Jerome returns slowly returns to his feet. Turning around, Adrian is knocked down by a clothesline by Jerome Carter. The crowd begins to cheer as Carter has the momentum on his side, and he takes down Flamingo with another clothesline. Flamingo rises up again, and is whipped into the ropes. Mickey gets the blind tag, and as Flamingo comes off the ropes - Carter comes off the ropes with a Crossbody Takedown, but Flamingo ducks. Carter soars through the air and manages to take down the referee Carter Donovan, knocking him stupid.

Carter rises up and Mickey blasts him in the back of his head with a forearm, knocking him down to the mat. Adrian screams something to Mickey, and now Mickey holds up Adrian while Adrian retrieves his chain. With the railroad spike in hand, Adrian looks to do the same thing he did to BK London to Carter - but his plans are not brought to fruition. Before he can connect, BK London slips into the ring and scores with a huge Shades of Michaels right to Adrians jaw. Adrian goes flying left and the chain goes right, and now Carter manages to free himself from Mickey. Mickey turns around and is clocked with a Shades of Michaels. Mickey stumbles and turns around, before being hoisted on Jerome's shoulders. A huge Cross Legged Samoan Driver, in which he dubs The Redeemer, plants Mickey into the mat and Jerome keeps the pinning hold on.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!

*The Bell Rings*

Phillip: And the winners of this match, the team of BK London and Jerome Carter!

"Fight Music" by D12 hits the speakers and the crowd goes nuts for the winning Uncle-Nephew duo of BK London and Jerome Carter. Adrian Flamingo, with his extra long chain wrapped around his hand, slides back into the ring as both men have their arms raised in triumph.

But his plan is foiled when both men manage to turn around to catch him in the act. He doesn't quite know how to react, should he risk it and go balls to the wall - or retreat. He chooses the latter and slips back out the ring, leaving Mickey Flamingo stumbling behind him. Spring into Hell is drawing ever closer, and it's sure to be one hell of a show..

[BK London]

Segment: The Peanut Gallery.
Credit: Jay Zero

[ Welcome to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil! Home of beautiful woman and for today – Alpha Championship Wrestling. The scene opens up to the parking lot area. The sun is still out and it shines down with an orange-ish glow as it prepares to set over the horizon. The fans that couldn’t get a seat inside the arena are still trying to get a bit of the action here outside, all lined up beside security barriers. Coming out of a car right now is the former Entertainment and Light Heavyweight Champion Jay Zero. He flings his big black Nike duffle bag over his right shoulder and closes his rental car door.

As Jay turns to walk towards the arena doors, he flings a loose piece of hair out of his eyes – looks like he could use some more hairspray, huh? He’s wearing black Under Armor heatgear shorts to stay cool and has on an ever so stylish Jay Zero shirt.

*NOW AVAILABLE ON ACWSHOP.COM!*

Of course the fans aren’t just going to let Jay Zero go by without acknowledging him. However, Jay didn’t expect some of the reactions he was getting.] [/center]

Random Shouting at the Same Time: Jay! Jay! Autographs! – I love you! – Yeaah! – booo! – Hey you’re not FSX!

[ Jay keeps walking, but he does turn his head and smiles at the crowd. ]

Zero: Hey guys! [/color]

[ As Jay keeps walking, he starts to hear a chant that breaks out within a section of
about 4 or 5 guys that are all standing by each other. ]

“Jay is Gay! Jay is Gay! Jay is Gay!”

[ Disgusted, Jay looks over at the disrespectful Brazilians and shakes his head. ] [/center]

Zero: Says the guys wearin’ short shorts and belly shirts! Oh, by the way, not a very good look for somebody – your … size. [/color]

[ The one man that Jay is clearly talking about becomes more ashamed than anything as he tries to pull down his shirt that is obviously a bit too small for him. As Jay walks on, he’s stopped by one man whose just begging for Jays attention. ]

? : Jay! Please! Hey! Over here! JAY! HEY! LET ME INTERVIEW YOU! I’M FROM THE RIO REVIEW! JAY!

[ Not wanting to disrespect people, Jay finally takes a moment and stops to walk over towards the barricade, still staying back so he can’t be assaulted – just in case, you know. ]

Zero: Hey Hey. [/color]

?: Oh! Great! Thank you so much! I’m Pedro Salvines! Honor to meet you!

[ Pedro whips out his tape recorder and clicks down the record button, holding it semi-near Jays face, just enough to make him lean back a little bit. ]

Zero: Uhm – well it’s always nice to see some fans y’know? [/color]

Pedro Salvines: Oh yeah of course. Anyways, just wondering, how is Rio De Janeiro treating you so far?

Zero: Other than the Three Stooges over there? [/color]

[ Once again a shot at the guys that were heckling Jay. ]

Zero: Good. Real good actually. [/color]

Pedro Salvines: Great to hear! Now, about tonights event, are you scheduled for any matches?

Zero: Um, I don’t think so – no. [/color]

Pedro Salvines: so what even brings you here to the arena?

Zero: Well you know – it’s kind of my job. Wherever they go, I go. [/color]

Pedro Salvines: Does your new tag team partner have a match?

Zero: I don’t think so. Not sure. [/color]

Pedro Salvines: And I was hoping that could be our next topic here! Just – exactly – um, why did you decide to go with Libertines? I mean you’ve already got enough competition in the Fashion Express! I mean Aiden Joseph! Thunder Train! How do you expect to hold your own when both of those two can easily crush your partner?

Zero: Well I was thinking to myself “What’s the quickest way to make a fool of myself? Of course!” [/color]

[ Pedro looks shocked. ]

Pedro Salvines: Uhm—You – uhh.

Zero: I was kidding! Man! Reason I wanted to team up with Libertines is because people wouldn’t expect it! Everybody tries to look for the stronger person they can get to be on their side. I’m not looking to becoming the best with Libs. I’m not looking to DESTROY Fashion Express! I’m sure as hell looking to give them a run for their money thought! Seriously, people think I care way too much about me so here’s me giving back! A ton of people don’t give Libertines the respect he deserves. You fans all over the world – even workers here don’t. Fact is he busts his ass around here and he deserves to be treated just as well as I do!

It’s my goal now – put all things that are purely “Jay Zero” aside and focus on turning Libertines from The Showstarter, to the Showstopper, y’feel me? [/color]

Pedro Salvines: Yes I – feel you. And I don’t know if you heard about this, but three guys that really don’t give Libertines OR you the respect you deserve are three members of the Second Coming, “Showtime” Ryan Cooper, Jon Taylor, and Fallen Souls FSX!

Zero: You mean the Week in Review today? Ugh. Yeah. Yeah, I saw it in my hotel room right before coming down here. Real class acts they are, huh? Alright, I expected Showtime to be crying like the little bitch that he is after losing, and I sure as hell expected Taylor to go along with something stupid like that because who am I kidding? That’s just the kind of guy he is. But I didn’t really expect that from FSX. He kind of shocked me, but whatever, I don’t care about him. But big props to you guys. I mean – those imitations were just HILARIOUS! Showtime, I’d do a real good impression of you, but I’m not really the kind of guy that gets pleasure out of laying down on his back and getting pinned for three seconds by men like me! [/color]

[ Jay laughs and so does the crowd. ]

Pedro Salvines: What do you have to say about Ryan Cooper claiming that your win was tainted and that he’ll get his revenge?

Zero: Let me just tell you, I’m more afraid of a butterfly landing on me than “Showtime” Ryan Cooper jumping me from behind! Take a hint? I really could care less. Oh, and to make things even better, he was threatening to take me out with his ..Ko—Koa Dude knee kick or whatever the hell it’s called even though if I remember correctly, that’s his “devastating” strike that he couldn’t even put me away with!. As for the win being “tainted” or however you want to put it, that’s just stupid. In no way would that be considered cheating! All Libertines did was walk down the entrance ramp and stand there! It’s really not my fault that Ryan got caught up and decided to turn his attention over to him. And hey! Even after that, he still could have kicked out of my Zero Gravity! If he wants to bitch about losing to me, then fine, go right ahead. That’s just his thing I guess. I eliminated him at Fallen Heroes and he had to come back and ruin it for me when I was focusing on winning all because he couldn’t handle the loss. I beat him then, and last Monday I beat him fair and square, 1-2-3! Far as I’m concerned, unless I run into him in a tag team match and me and Libs are forced to further embarrass him, this little stint between him and me is over! [/color]

[ Jay smiles, very satisfied at finally taking down Showtime given his first opportunity. ]

Pedro Salvines: Very nice to hear! Very good!

Zero: Alrights, it’s been cool but I really gotta get in there now! Later! [/color]

Pedro Salvines: Thank you very very much for your time Jay! Good luck with everything!

[ Jay turns around and adjusts the strap of his Nike duffle bag that’s on his shoulder as he continues back off towards the arena ].

FADE

[BK London]

“The Most Important Promise, part 2” (Credit: Chris Williams)
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Flashback to one week ago….


The scene opens up to a man standing alone in a cemetery. It is early morning, the sun just becoming visible on the horizon. There is a slight drizzle coming down, lightly tapping on the umbrella the man is holding. The man squats down to read the gravestone. It reads:

Jack Williams
June 8, 1956 – October 11, 2004
“A great husband. A great father. A great friend.”

Williams: Three and a half years now. Three and a half years since I last saw you. Three and a half years since you told me how much you loved to watch me fight… and then 20 minutes later, you were gone.

The rain has stopped now, with only the rustling of fallen leaves scraping across the ground. The sun has still now completely risen, but the morning sky is becoming brighter by the minute. Chris is still squatting down, in silence, remembering the many great times he had with his father. His father was everything to Chris. Jack was his best friend, his guiding light.

Nothing has changed between them. Every two weeks since his father passed, Chris comes to the cemetery. Sometimes he talks for an hour, sometimes he sits in silence, and sometimes he just stands at the cemetery gate, not able to bring himself to look at the gravestone. However today, he has important news for his father. Still squatting at the gravestone, he begins to speak.

Williams: I’ve signed a contract with a wrestling promotion. It’s Alpha Championship Wrestling. They’re the top federation, Dad. I’ve almost made the big time, almost fulfilled my promise to you, just like I said I would. I’ll be an amazing champion, and you’ll be proud of me. But I’ve gotta start from the bottom, and fight my way there. I need to prove it to you, prove it to the fans… prove that I can really become the fan-favorite, a true champion at heart.

Williams stands up tall, and paces back and forth a few steps before continuing.

Williams: And to prove it to myself. Nobody will know who I am when I finally step into that ACW ring. Nobody knows any Chris Williams, nobody knows that kid from Detroit who made a promise to his father that he would become the best champion… and the best damn person… that he could be. Before I prove it to those fans, I need to prove it to myself. I’m going to train hard, work hard, and fight hard. I’m going to give it everything I have, not backing down an inch from a challenge. That’s how you earn respect.

I need to earn the respect of all the guys backstage. It’s something I’ve always held close to me; respect means everything.… I’m tired of being looked down on just because I don’t come from a long family of wrestlers. Just because I’m not the most charismatic guy in the company. I’m right here, I’m in the ACW, the bigtime now… and I will do everything I can to get that respect.

Williams continues pacing, his mind chugging furiously.

Williams: The worst part is, though… I don’t even know if I can hack it here, Dad. These guys are amazing; they are the most skilled wrestlers in the business. I just don’t match up to them skill-wise… and I know it. I want to beat them… I want to beat them with every inch of me, but I just don’t know if I can. They are all polished wrestlers, not a flaw in their technique. I just don’t see how I can beat that. There is only one reason that I have an outside chance to make it here….

Williams looks up from the gravestone and glances at the sun, which has fully risen above the horizon, flooding the cemetery with a beautiful, bright orange light.

Williams: One reason… I’ll never quit… I’ll never back down. That’s how I’ve always been. That’s how I’ll be for the rest of my life. I have heart. I have the drive that keeps me going. I have always, and always will, fight for what I love. Wrestling is my passion, and nobody can take my passion away from me. Nobody can take my heart, nobody can take my drive, and nobody can take my passion. It is those three things that give me the outside shot to make something of myself.

The bright sunlight causes Chris to squint as he looks onto the horizon, imagining his possible future.

Williams: Only two roads to take now, Dad. I can wash out of the wrestling business, and go back to Detroit, be a counselor somewhere. Or I can train my ass off, and use my drive to become one of the greatest fighters that Alpha Championship Wrestling has ever seen.

Chris looks back at his father’s gravesite again, and stares at it for a few minutes, not saying a word. The leaves rustle across his shoes, and he speaks again.

Williams: But I don’t think I can do it on my own. I think I’m gonna need your help on this one. I know you’ll always be there for me… you always have. Either way, at least you’ll have the best seat in the house…

The camera zooms out and shows Chris Williams standing alone, staring down at his father’s gravestone, before fading to black.

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Fade out.
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[BK London]

Fucking with The Mind
Jake Steele & Danny Mainer

It’s a boiling hot night in Rio Di Janero the only part of the world that is the only country that does something and something else to do with continents and hemispheres that is so incredibly boring nobody can be bothered to remember it. Our heroes Danny Mainer and Jake Steele are stood in the lobby of a classy Brazillian hotel, Jake is stood by the double doors of the entrance while Danny leans on the reception desk with a look of tiredness and wanting to get out of here as Jake waggles a pair of car keys in front of Danny.

Jake: Ayo! I got dis' ill car for you man. Shit is tight, runs like BRAND NEW, never been used before except by this old lady who took ballet classes or some shit like dat.

Danny just face-palms and sighs.

Danny: Dude for God’s sake. I never asked you to get me a ride I’m already driving a Lancer Evolution I don’t need anything else. I have everything else figured out man, and WHAT have I told you about talking street man? You know I can’t understand you. Use the skills that God gave you at birth and lay off the macho ghetto blaster shit for ONE DAMN MINUTE and maybe we’ll get some sense out of you for a change.

Jake: Yeah, whateva' nigga. Back to da' car. You gotta see it! Come on nigga, it's out back.

Danny finally decides to accept the medicine and he stands up straight off reception walking over to Steele with a couldn’t-care-less-attitude.

Jake: See? I knew you would come to ya' senses. It's all good son.

The two step out of the door and start to head down the stairs into the courtyard walking around to the parking lot.

Danny: If it has any vinyls on it I refuse to drive it anywhere.

Jake: I know you by now man, shit gon' be real classy like.

Danny and Jake walk along the cobbled flooring towards the parking lot but Jake stops him and points over to the road-side right in front of the hotel jumping up and down on the spot.

Jake: Aight Mainer, take yo' lonely ass over to the side of the road, and wait while I go get the car real quick. I call it... DA' MAINERMOBILE! Shit is gonna be FIRE.

Danny walks off to the front of the road expecting to be displeased yet again as the silent thoughts creep into his head of “Knowing him it probably will LITERALLY be on fire” but he doesn’t vocalise them. Jake sprints off to go grab Mainer’s new car and Danny stands on the side-walk waiting for about 10 seconds. Mainer waits again quietly in the baking heat of Brazil as he’s been waiting nearly a whole minute for this. Finally Jake speeds around the corner in a real classy jet black Lotus Esprit. No stickers or nothing, real deal 2007 model but with customised rims and on the hood of the car there’s a black and golden M logo melted into the hood of the car. Danny can’t help but raise an eyebrow as Jake leaps out of the car throwing the door up.

Danny: Jesus… you actually did something GOOD? Woahly Cow Jake, I’m actually surprised.

Jake: Listen up. Take dis' shit down to the burrito arena we workin' at tonight, and warm-up.

Danny: Dude! Don’t wanna lift to the arena?

Jake: Nah. Me and Destiny got our own workout plan, ya' smell me? Peace my nigga.

Danny: Alright. I’ll cya later then. Thanks for the ride dude it looks awesome.

Jake throws Danny the keys and he catches them easy. Danny jumps in to the car pulling the door down behind him and he puts the keys in the ignition. He revs the engine to a satisfying delight as it roars to life. Danny smiles with glee at this delightful little gift given to him by Jake and he finally thinks that maybe he could actually be of some use… that is until the car starts to move with his feet nowhere near the pedals. Danny slams his foot on the brakes but this doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference as the exotic car starts to pick up speed at a scary rate. It heads along the cobbled brazillian road and then speeds to a halt at the end of the road. It then reverses and twists at break neck pace as Danny’s face goes sheet-white.

Danny: JAKE?!?! What the FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!

The car starts to belt down the road at blazing speed as Danny reaches into his pocket reaching for the phone. He goes through the phonebook pressing the dial-button on “Jake”. He hears the dialling tone for about half a second only to be greeted by the monotonous voice of the Answering Machine. “We’re sorry, we can not get any signal. Please try again.” Danny hangs up the phone and screams at the top of his lungs as the car narrowly swerves a group of 4 old ladies. Danny then looks for a way to escape this Death trap.

Danny: I am NOT Lindsey fucking Lohan! WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THIS CAR?!?!?!

Danny then starts to ram his elbow into the side-window as hard as he can only to be greeted by pain as he just can’t shatter this resistant window. Danny slams his fist on the dashboard as he is unable to escape this death trap. He reaches into his glovebox grabbing the contents and pulling them out to the passenger seat when suddenly an idea clicks in his mind. Danny lunges for the keys and tries to yank them out as the car narrowly avoids hitting an 18 wheeler truck. The keys are stuck and Danny is trapped in here. Danny starts to slam a fist on the dashboard but then starts to continue with this repeatedly pounding his fists into the dashboard before slamming his forehead.

Danny: Think Danny, THINK! You’ve come out of worse situations.

Danny’s mind drifts back to the day where he was involved in a car crash where he escaped out of the car with a gashed forehead and a broken wrist leaving three of his friends to die in a blaze leaving his entire life behind him.

Danny: No, I haven’t come out of worse. STEELE, HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!

Suddenly, the built-in car stereo decides to make a transformation and it flips over showing a control pad with digits and a microphone as well as a pulse metre on it. Suddenly voices ring out from hidden speakers, that all too familiar smart-ass voice is inside Danny’s head.

Kit: Checking your heart-rate… you’re not Hasselhoff. Who the hell are you? You’re not that nut that stole me from my car are you?

Danny: No. I’m the guy that was given the car as the gift. Now HELP me get out of here!

Kit: Voice Activated Programming Code. “Help”. Now playing “A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out” by Panic at the Disco.

Danny: YOU SONNUVA SHIT!

Danny slams his forehead against the dashboard repeatedly and violently. Danny then looks back at the door and jimmies the handle trying to open it but to no joy ignoring where the car is actually going. Danny looks back to the pile of crap he has swept out from the glovebox and he grabs a conveniently placed can of Coolant. Hope sears through his mind as he covers the drivers window in the freezing material which amazingly manages to work in this blistering heat. He covers the entire side-window in coolant. He then rolls onto his back with his boots up to the window blasting it out of the frame Monkey-Flip style. Danny then hooks his legs back in as a fit of madness ensues over him as he’s forced to listen to Panic! At the Disco. He then climbs out of the slim window feet first throwing himself out blindly into the random street of Rio Di Janero. Danny rolls to the cobbled floors grunting in pain as he lands violently the car storming off away.

Danny: Shit… Where am I?

... Back At Jake's Hotel ...

Jake Steele is seen in the bed with his girl, Destiny Mason. They lie under the covers, just now finishing their "study session" as Steele smiles and takes a deep breath. He looks over to Destiny, and takes a quick pause before asking her a question.

Jake: Think my cousin remembered to install the pedal and braking system back into the car?

Destiny: Of course, I payed him a extra 20 dollars, so he better had remembered.

Jake: Twenty dollas!? Damn, you can't be adding on extra shit like dat...

Destiny: My bad... I'll make up for it.

Destiny slides under the covers, as Jake begins to start smiling like he never has before ( ;D ). Not worrying about Mainer at all.

FADE

[BK London]

Segment: Behold the Forgotten Road... (Credit: FSX)

Madness is a consuming thing that may very well be impossible to escape from once you partake in it's sweet nectar. Happily it will take reign of your life and ride you into the midst of chaos as you forget the man you once were and become the bizarre burden of god that you were always meant to be. It's one of the silliest illnesses that will take over your mind and never let go. In fact, many believe that it is the basis for the soft prison that is the mental asylum. One can never gain proper admission without suffering from a severe case of madness, and if you happen to end up there without it you WILL have it before you leave. That was the case that a man by the name of Fallen Souls happened to experience a few years ago, as he was committed under pretenses that should of left him simply unemployed and groveling on the street for spare change. The unfortunate series of events left him trapped in a place where the clinically deranged were hailed as threats to society and punished for doing anything aside of what they were asked, no matter how grotesque the request may be. The situation left Fallen quite unstable, and though he has kept it hidden over the past few months the morbid insanity remains within him... Lately it has managed to redevelop and expose itself to the world through Fallen's troubles, and there doesn't appear to be any escape from it.

FSX: I have to get my life back on track! It's not all going to go down the same way as last time, damn it...

Then again, there always is a bleak hope for salvation. As Fallen seems to be looking for a place to rest and forget about the rapid situations that constantly have been entwining his fragile existence, he closes his eyes tightly and lets out a single sigh. As he attempts to forget about everything that he has went through with a single walk down a dirt road it should be quite evident as to why he's frustrated with his failure, though it should come as no surprise. The disgruntled stroll wasn't going to lead to any magic answers, no matter how badly he wished it would, and as he slowly came to a stop it seems he's beginning to come to that realization.

FSX: Well, seems this is a waste of my time. Damn this road and it's inability to help me forget my troubles!

Mysterious Rhyming Man: Want to forget of your personal despair? Then just take a step into my lair.

When a strange man appears at the perfect time and offers to solve the issues that have been haunting you, it's quite obvious that you have no choice but to go with the flow and at least allow a moment for him to explain just how he can! Even if you are in the poorest of countries you should always rely on strangers to assist you in your time of need...and with advice like this it's no wonder that Fallen found himself growing up as an orphan. Taking notice to the bizarre man that was trying his best to stay out of the light and just out of view, Fallen turned his attention to him and gave him a moment of his time. Based off how things have been going for him as of late, he'll probably end up regretting this.

FSX: Sounds suspicious if you ask me, and you could easily just want to use my body! I don't think I should be taking such a risk right now...Then again, it's not as if anyone else around here is making a better offer.

Mysterious Rhyming Man: Not a worry, never a trouble. We can do it back by the quarry, and enjoy the large my fine hubble! It will be a blast, but not right up your ass! I'm not here to rape you, perhaps just sedate you....of your troubles.

FSX: You really suck at rhyming buddy. But, I guess I can trust you. It's not like I've got anything better to do right now then rely on the kindness of strangers.

Falling under the hypnotic spell of his mesmerizing and intriguing words, Fallen was quick to swoon to his command and even smile for a moment at the thought that someone had actually reached out to help him for once, rather then simply reach out to strike him down and cause him even more trouble then he had to begin with. Actually beginning to think this walk was doing him some good, he likely would of changed his view if he knew a bit more about Brazil and it's custom toward unsuspecting tourists...

Mysterious Rhyming Man: That's great! Just allow me to hold your attention for the next fifteen seconds and we can be on our way to find your lost happiness!

FSX: Wait, why fifteen seconds specifically...? Better yet, why won't you come over here and embrace me as I finally get to solve my horrible troubles? No...none of this seems right at all.

Beginning to grow a bit weary to the situation as it seemed to carry on longer then Fallen would of liked he began to shift a bit nervously and his smile quickly returned to a customary frown. As time slowly progressed and it seemed less and less like Fallen would be getting any assistance whatsoever from this unique character that had approached him, he unfortunately realized what was going on..but only when it was too late.

FSX: Is it just me or is everyone after my ass in Brazil? What the hell is going on now?!

Mysterious Rhyming Lad: I've got his wallet, I've captured the win! Now let us flee, before he takes our tin!

FSX: My wallet...? OH SHI--

Before Fallen can properly react to this situation by beating the small child to a pulp and taking back what is rightfully his it seems they are able to escape. Cursing himself repetitively as he was left alone in the street once again and had been fooled by the only person that showed a will to help him, it should really come as no surprise to anyone that he was feeling discouraged and disappointed with himself over all that had occurred. A clearly distraught and depressed expression emerging on his face, he slowly sulked over and stood there for a moment as he thought of what to do next.

FSX: Things can't possibly get any worse then they are right now...

Then again, they always do. As if nature was on cue with the world taking it's shots at Fallen at the moment, thunder immediately was heard as he said that. Looking around for a moment as he was clearly baffled that mother earth was picking sides in this matter he quickly took a look around for shelter from the inevitable rain. However, he didn't manage to find anything immediately. Rather then race around aimlessly and try his best to get indoors before the clear downpour begun he decided to save himself the hassle of disappointment and simply stand there in the middle of the road, closing his eyes as he felt the rain begin to fall and shivering a bit from the cold. He'd finally just given up all hope...

FSX: There isn't a point to trying so hard and never succeeding anyway! I may as well just be trash in the wind and a pathetic complaining guy in the rain!

As It looks like Fallen is ready to make some sort of dramatic pose in order to truly end his miserable run in this company, he seems to grow further and further away as the downpour grows over time. Seeming to take note of his dramatic farewell being ruined by a an over eager cameraman, a frustrated Fallen leaves his knees for a moment in order to chase him down.

FSX: Hey!! Wait...where the hell are you going? Aren't you even going to film my misery?

Cameraman: It's raining! I mean, I don't want to get soaked for your boring benefit!

FSX: I'm not boring! I'm incredibly interesting and an excite to watch week in and week out! You don't know what your talking about!

Cameraman: Yeah, I'm getting a lesson on excitement from the guy who's crying himself to sleep in the rain.

Pausing for a moment as the cameraman was even able to zing him so effectively at this point, Fallen could only mope a bit as it was so true what he said. He really was boring after all, wasn't he? Was his life really all building up to a pathetic individual looking down their nose at him? The thought alone filled him with a bitterness he would never know himself capable of, and a personal hatred that would likely be the next thing to consume him. No...there had to be a way out of this too!

FSX: Yeah, but!.....yeah, I guess you have a point cruel guy. But...uh...wait! I've got a plan to turn this all around and get back on top! To still help all those around me reach their potential and stop being a sad sack! All I have to do is find Ginger and get him to agree with me!

Cameraman: ...Really? Or are you just saying this so you can have some TV time?

It was as if a light bulb was set off in his head as he heard his own fake idea be questioned by the cameraman, and just like that it developed into one that could proudly be considered real! Seeming to glow with a ray of hope as he pieced together the puzzle that formed within his own mind, he suddenly shot forth and grinned from ear to ear. That actually came together quite well! In fact, it was fail proof!

FSX: ...Well, at first I was saying it so I could have some TV time, but now that I give it some thought...I mean, I could just do the same thing that was done last year! It worked for him, so what can't it work for me, right? All I have to do is find him well it's all fresh in my mind! How much time is there left in the show?

Cameraman: Thirty minutes or so.

FSX: Thirty minutes?! It will take far longer then that to get back to the arena in this weather, and I need to get this done today damn it! No...it will take some kind of Brazilian miracle to make it in time. Why do I get my hopes up?

Seeming to grow quickly discouraged by the prospect that his only hope was a miracle of miraculous proportions, he slowly began to turn away from the camera. Just as he was ready to return to his final dramatic pose once again, something caught his interest. In the corner of his eye it was like a majestic beast had appeared to guide him to safety...when in reality it was just a wild Flamingo. Still, quite a weird coincidence. This particular Flamingo seems quite buff too! As if it was taking some form of Flamingo Growth Hormone..

FSX: What's this? A magical bird has come from the heavens to assist me in reaching my destination before it's too late? Someone does love me!

Cameraman: It's just a Flamingo..

FSX: Thank you, Adrian! Your family has saved my ass once again!

Though it's quite likely that the Flamingo family of ACW had nothing to do with this bird miraculously appearing in the nick of time, and would have no actual relation to the species, it wouldn't stop Fallen from shedding a pleased tear and doing his best to ride the bird back to the arena. The sight itself was something miraculous to be seen, but if he makes it in time it would be nothing short of a miracle! Could this be the final chance for Fallen to make it big? Can he possibly succeed in his last crusade? Things are due to go his way...perhaps this is the time!

Fade to black.

[BK London]

"This Blows" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Not to long ago, it was deemed by the "illustrious" chairman that he would have to team with Dan White for the Tag Team Tournament. It wasn't a favorable decision as far as Rattlesnake was concerned. In fact, it was a downright shitty decision.

Unfortunately, this was one of those "crash and burn" situations if he refused. All of what he's working towards would be jeopardized and that's the last thing he would want. He hated being in that position. But at this point, he hated the chairman even more.

In his anger, he balled up his fist and punched the wall. A minor dent was left in his fist's wake. His fist was red, but not bloodied. A small ounce of pain shocked through his arm, but it wasn't anything to be concerned with. It actually fueled his fire.

Rattlesnake: I can't believe this. That didn't just happen. The chairman has to have more brains than that.

But it did just happen. Whatever the chairman is thinking, it was deemed necessary. Not that necessary matters. You could take a shit in a box and give it to your best friend as a token of your true friendship because you thought it was necessary to get him something for stabbing you in the back.

Ultimately it was a shit deal and nothing could be done to change that.

Rattlesnake: This blows. I can't let everything I intend to do be dragged through the mud because of a complete piece of trash like Dan White! I will say this, if Dan fucks this up, I won't hesitate to give him a "claim to fame." That fame would be twice the normal fame. Maybe it would be a "claim to shame." Whatever the case might be, I'm not about to let some little pissant rain on my crusade.

That was the last thing he needed. Then again, so was teaming with Dan White. It's more like a tie between the two. Rattlesnake's plan to cleanse ACW could potentially be in jeopardy. As the saying goes, it takes one bad apple to spoil the bunch. All it takes is a Dan White to spoil Rattlesnake's plan.

It could be devastating to Dan White if he were to ruin everything that Rattlesnake is going to accomplish. That in itself would be a travesty and a mistake. A mistake that no one would want to make.

For the sake of his crusade, there's little to no choice in what he must do. He has to coexist with Dan White. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. It has to be this way. It's a shitty situation to be in, but there's no choice.

Rattlesnake sighs.

Rattlesnake: I have to do this. I don't like it one bit. It's not even right. I'm being forced against my will. It's like being put on the spot in front of everyone and being told to "do that thing you do" and not knowing what the hell they are talking about. It's always that uncomfortable situation that you get thrown into and not knowing how it's going to turn out. That's how I feel right now. It's just not right.

But rather than complain anymore, he just walks. Thinking about how this could affect him if something goes wrong. For his sake, Dan's sake and everyone else, this better not go wrong. If it does, there will be hell to pay and you can bet that they won't want to fork over the money for this one.

So what to do? What can make everything turn out just fine?

Rattlesnake: I need to work something out it seems. But what? What can I do about this? It's just something I have to think about. And this fucks up my universe.

Rattlesnake continues walking, frustrated at this. It sucks to know that the whole "no choice" thing weighs over you. It holds you down. It peers over your shoulder. It's undesirable. In fact, it's like a bitchy ex-girlfriend.

Fade

[BK London]

RDK INVITATION ENTERTAINMENT TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE: SOCCER
Credit: Showtime, Thunder Train

It’s a big day and the start of the RDK Invitational Entertainment Tournament.. or the RDKIET for short… Yeah, seriously. Try saying that three times as fast. More acronyms than a government phonebook. The Train is already there, pacing back and forth as he awaits the arrival of his opponent in this epic soccer match in the home country of Pele! Then finally…

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’s theme song… playing through the speakers that he undoubtedly set up in the arena, and yes.. Showtime makes his appearance, Entertainment title draping over his shoulder as he gives the highly irritated Train a smug look before bending over and rising up, holding his title high in the air.. Then with great haste, two backstage ACW workers run behind Showtime and hold up sparklers..

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..

With their job done, the stagehands run away almost as quickly as they arrived as Showtime walks to Train.

Train: Took you long enough, lil’ man!

Showtime: Man, chill out! Don’t be mad because the Show starts upon my arrival and not yours!

Showtime picks up a soccer ball and drops it, bouncing it up and down with his foot, showing off as always.

Showtime: Ready to get your ass whipped in soccer, homie?

Train: Homie? I’m no clown, but the Train’s always hungry?

Showtime: For balls?! The Train’s got an appetite for balls? You…like balls… Balls.. You.. ball-licker. You like balls, don’t you?

For those of you wondering, yes, Showtime is high… and seeing how he values his life, he stops the taunting because the Train looks like he’s ready to have dark meat on his plate. Of course, seeing how this is a soccer match, there’s a tiny Brazilian leading both men to the goal. To the side, there are several crates with soccer balls in them.

Soccer Maestro: The rules are simple. One man is goalie while other kicks. The game lasts for 80 seconds. The man with the most goals by the end of the competition is the winner! The big one will goalie first while the flashy man kicks.

Both men take their positions, but Showtime holds his hands up, signaling that he wants them to wait. That’s when his assistant runs in with a duffle bag and drops it on the ground. Showtime holds his right foot up and takes his shoe off before replacing it with a different shoe that has an iron bar on it, no doubt for increased accuracy with his kicks. Of course, Train’s quick to protest.

Train: Hey! You can’t wear that!

Showtime: Man, kill that noise! Check the Macho Man RDK Rulebook (Or the MMRDKR for short…) and you’ll see that this shoe’s completely legal, dawg!

Showtime picks up the first ball and heads in front of the goal where the hungry train is waiting for him.

Soccer Maestro: Ready………………..GO!

Showtime’s busy rolling the ball from side to side as Train tries to read Showtime’s movement.

Showtime: Haha! You wish you had feet like this! BOOM!

Showtime goes for his first kick, and Train easily stops it without even having to dive, showing that even though he’s big, he still has a little bit of speed. Regardless, Showtime’s surprised at that sight. He hurries and grabs another ball before going in for another kick that’s blocked.

Showtime: Dammit! Okay, enough holding back!

Train: Big it on, tiny!

Showtime grabs another balls and this time switches it up by going for high kicks, but Train jumps.. about 10 inches off the ground. Showtime has found Train’s weakness!

Showtime: Damn.. and I thought white men can’t jump!

Showtime proceeds to take the route of kicking the ball higher than Train could jump, adding more and more points to his total until the whistle gets blown.

Soccer Maestro: Mr. Cooper has a grand total of… twelve goals! It’s now your turn to kick, Mr. Train.

Showtime: That’s why I always take plane instead of train, baby!

Train: Well, this train’s gonna run all over you!

Both men take their positions with Train holding a ball in his hand, and when the whistle sounds, Train hurries up and goes for a kick that Showtime has no problem stopping because of his superior speed, spiking the ball down like it’s the other football.. The Train shows his hunger and drive by attempting another kick that Showtime easily blocks again! Train is angered! An angry train is a bad train for Showtime, but do you think he cares? No! In fact, Showtime taunts him even more.

Showtime: Don’t give me that look! You’re just mad because you can’t do this!

Showtime jumps up in the air to mock Train’s poor showing in the previous round of competition, but that does nothing more than fire Train up. Using all of his strength, the Train goes for a kick that Showtime stops with his body… except the kick is so powerful that it sends Showtime flying ten feet back into the net, which gives Train his first point! Showtime is bewildered, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head.

Showtime: Holy snap! You could’ve took me out with that!

Train: I didn’t tell you to try to stop it, lil’ man!

And so it begins.. Train goes for those same high-powered kicks, and Showtime doesn’t want anything to do with them, dodging each and every kick as the balls go into the net every time until the whistle sounds. Showtime is panting because of all the fleeing that he had to do to avoid getting hit by one of those balls again while Train holds his hands up in the air with a big grin on his face.

Soccer Maestro: Mr. Train managed to get a grand total of…fifteen goals! And today’s winner is THUNDER TRAIN!

Train: IT IS TIME FOR THE RODIZIO! ALL YOU CAN EAT BRAZIL FOOD, HERE I COME! THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!!

RDKIET Standings:

Train: 1 Point
Showtime: 0 Points

Next Competition: Cycling in Paris, France

[BK London]

“Fulfilling the Promise” (Credit: Chris Williams)
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The camera opens the scene, centered on Chris Williams, who is standing behind beside Charlotte King, awaiting his interview to begin. He is wearing his black sports pants, with “Williams” written in white lettering down the outside of his left leg. His black form-fitted shirt also has “Williams” across the back. His cross pendant necklace is adorning his neck. He has made sure to look his best, as the first impression for the fans is the most important.

Charlotte gets the nod, and she begins the interview.

Charlotte: Hello everyone, this is Charlotte King, and I am here right now interviewing the newest superstar to sign with Alpha Championship Wrestling, Chris Williams. Hi Chris, how are you doing today?

Williams: I’m fine thank you, happy to be here.

Charlotte: Chris, how does it feel to have signed with a major wrestling promotion like ACW?

Williams: Well, Charlotte, it’s just great really. I mean, to go out and get paid to entertain millions of people by doing what I love to do is really just a dream come true. I’m very thankful to be here, and I’m not taking a second of it for granted. I hope the fans will be happy to have me, because I plan on sticking around for quite awhile.

Charlotte: That’s great to hear, as ACW is always looking for talented young stars. Now that you are officially a superstar on the roster, however, what are your plans?

Williams: Well, I guess I’m just looking to gain some respect right now. I didn’t come in here to make waves, I just came here to compete, and to fulfill a promise I made to my father almost four years ago. I fully intend on becoming a champion someday, and I will fight my way there, one hundred percent of the way. I plan on fighting with pride, and fighting with honor. I’m not some young punk that is going to come in here and talk a bunch of garbage, I want to impress people with my ability. I want to get the fans on my side, and hear them chant my name someday.

Charlotte: Well, that is a tall order for a new young-gun like yourself. I wish you the best of luck in your career, and I’m sure we will be getting more of your story later. Is there any last words you’d like to say here today?

Williams: Yeah… I just want everyone to know that I won’t ever step away from a challenge. I don’t care if I go into a fight outnumbered twenty guys to one, I’ll fight the good fight. I’ll bring everything I have into the ring, every single night. If I lose, then I lose. But I will have lost, knowing that I gave it everything I have. Because when I step into that ring, I will not be out-hustled. I will not be over-matched or under-prepared.

I WILL

NOT.

BACK.

DOWN!

The camera fades out as Chris Williams flashes his trademark grin….

[BK London]

Main Event:
ACW Charity Football Match: Team UK vs. Team USA w/ Special Referee David Beckham
(Credit: Dan, Senator)

We fade in to a new location in the ACWiverse, where we're about to encounter the first ever ACW Charity Football Event. We fade in to two voices, one of them familiar to those that follow Fallout, and the other a voice familiar with those that follow football.

Champion: Hello, my name is Jon Champion, here for this very special occasion. Two sides, one represent the UK and one representing the USA comprising of members of both ACW and Fallout will battle it out to see who not only has bragging rights, but which nation to be crowned as the best of the two in this sport. I'm here with a voice you might find familiar, Dean Bardo.

Bardo: Yeah, should be an interesting encounter indeed. Both sets of teams should be going for this, as we have some strong people in the team.

Champion: Well we're going down to pitch side, where special guest David Beckham has agreed to referee the match. I think it's a massive scoop for ACW to get someone with such a worldwide reputation, don't you think, Dean?

Bardo: It is, I mean Beckham has the ability to bring in a crowd, as you can see there he's giving autographs to some of the fans.

Champion: Well the teams are in the tunnel, and are almost ready to come out. The line-ups for you are for Team USA, we have Fallout's Commissioner Biff in goal, Tim Dwight in defense, Senator and Fitsharris in midfield, and Kalb up front. As for Team UK, we have RAF in goal, Ivor Biggin in defense, McGroin and White in the midfield, and ACW's chairman Gingerdude up front. Thoughts on what the result might be, Dean?

Bardo: I think I'm going to go for a Team UK win. They have the experience, the talent, and if the Royles can keep their cool then this could be a rout. Although I wouldn't put it against Senator Phillips to get his team going.

The two sides enter the pitch to a good reaction from the crowd, which is of about 500 people, evenly split between the two sides. The teams shake hands with each other, and the referee, before getting into position, save for Senator and Dan. The two captains shake hands with Beckham, ready for the coin toss. The toss is made and it appears that Senator wins it, opting to choose kickoff first. For the record, the pitch is smaller than a standard pitch, being 50 yards long and 30 yards wide. The goals are also a lot smaller, being only 4 feet tall and 6 ½ feet wide.

Kick Off

Senator and Kalb get the game rolling with the kickoff, passing back to the sturdy defender in Tim Dwight. His sturdiness and composure is good to see as he manages to hold off White and McGroin, passing left towards Senator. Senator picks the ball up and kicks it down the left wing to about halfway, into Fitsharris' feet. Fitsharris lines up the shot, but it sails over the crossbar. He looks a tad disappointed, as RAF retrieves the ball and passes it to Biggin. Biggin is a bit clumsy on the ball, but is also very lucky, as he practically stumbles past Kalb and is lucky to stay on his feet. He attempts to knock it into his brother's feet, but the ball doesn't reach McGroin, instead getting intercepted by Senator. He rushes forward, but White comes in with a brilliant sliding tackle, taking the ball from underneath Senator's foot. Steve Phillips stumbles over Dan's foot as the ball rolls out of play on the far side, but the two shake hands in a sporting gesture.

Champion: Well this is the whole nature of the game, and good to see the two captains shake hands like that.

Dwight picks the ball up and throws it back into play towards the Team UK goal. McGroin heads it on to Gingerdude, but ACW's Chairman isn't so fast on his feet. White shouts several expletives as Gingerdude loses the ball to Dwight, who knocks it forward to Senator. He has his back to goal with The Royles in between him and the goal, but knocks it back to Fitsharris. Fitsharris shows a brilliant showing of agility, dinking past both Royles and getting a shot in from the edge of the box. RAF manages to get down early and save it, but can't hold onto the shot, and it spills into the path of Kalb, who knocks it deftly into the back of a mostly empty net. Beckham laughs as he blows for a goal.

Champion: Team USA have the lead! It was certainly a scrappy goal though.

Bardo: Well it seems that the Royles were careful not to give away a foul, but it proved costly. Fitsharris was comfortably able to knock it past them and get the shot in, and it was a simple tap in for Kalb.


TEAM USA 1 TEAM UK 0 (Anthony Kalb – 3 minutes)

[BK London]

White sighs as he collects the ball and kicks off with Gingerdude. Ginger passes back to McGroin. McGroin is immediately under pressure from the Capitalists, but he knocks it back to Biggin. Biggin rushes forward and attempts to take it past Kalb, but Kalb knocks into him. The ball goes loose and White manages to pick it up. Biggin rushes up into the opposite penalty area, and White launches a high ball. Biff tries to rush out but he and Dwight get mixed up with each other, and the ball hits Dwight in the back. With the two completely out of position, Biggin manages to hit the ball with the outside of his foot on the bounce, and curl it beyond the two and into the back of the net. Beckham lets out another chuckle, showing the good nature of the contest and the two teams that even talents combined don't make up for his.

Champion: And Team UK have hit back straight away! What the hell though were Dwight and Biff doing there?

Bard: They got in each other's way, simple as that. Another open net pretty much by Biggin, but I reckon he could have taken another touch than hit such a risky shot. But it's 1-1, and all to play for.


TEAM USA 1 TEAM UK 1 (Ivor Biggin – 4 minutes)


Senator rolls his eyes at the ineptitude of the defenders. Not doubting Biff and Dwight's abilities, of course, just rather adapting to a new game. Senator and Fitsharris kick off, with Kalb pushing deep into the Team UK's defense. Kalb does indeed push down, but Fitsharris' pass is squinted, and the ball is given straight to Biggin. The goalscorer knocks it straight into Senator's feet, and he attempts a shot. The shot is blocked by White, but spins out to the right, where Dwight picks it up. Dwight plays it along the box, but Kalb isn't quite able to get anything on the ball. With the ball going so close to the keeper though it would have required the slightest touch to go into the back of the net. But alas, it didn't, and to be safe Biggin knocks it out for a corner.

Champion: That was so close to hitting the back of the net! RAF will be thankful it wasn't touched in.

Senator plays the ball in, but it falls into the hands of RAF. RAF turns and throws to ball to the right with White. White casually looks around with the coolness seen in the likes of Berbatov or Cantona, before knocking it up the wing to Ginger. Ginger turns inside, but he's at an angle from the goal and Dwight is in the way. Ginger turns and knocks it back to White, who charges at the ball about 15 yards out. Fitsharris tries to get there first, but Dan manages to beat him to it and launches a powerful shot. The ball zips past the referee Beckham and into the bottom corner, with Biff pretty much remaining frozen stood, with no chance of getting the ball.

Champion: What a goal by White! He smashed that in!

Bardo: Biff had no chance. Two keepers wouldn't have saved that.

TEAM USA 1 TEAM UK 2 (Dan White – 6 minutes)


Dan smirks at the Senator as he puts his team ahead, with Senator less than happy again at the defensive errors in his side. Regardless, He puts the ball down and kicks off with Kalb. Kalb knocks it back to Fitsharris, who passes in back still to Dwight. Dwight has a bit of space, but prefers to stick back in case Team UK collect the ball, and he knocks it to the right hand side to Senator. Senator turns, now facing the goal and attempts an audacious effort from half way (25 yards out). Somewhat unsurprisingly it doesn't go in and flies past the near post. Beckham looks on, thinking not even he would have tried that, but seems to admire Senator's efforts. RAF puts the ball down and bellows out some instructions, passing it to the defender, Biggin. Biggin though doesn't play it to feet like he was asked by RAF, and he instead attempts to take on Kalb. Kalb manages to tackle him, but unfortunately his attempt goes out for a throw in.

Champion: Well RAF is shouting at Biggin. That's not the instructions he gave to Biggin and he's making his thoughts clear.

McGroin takes the ball and throws it to White. White turns and tries to get it to Ginger who's open, but the ball only reaches Dwight. Dwight takes a touch and plays it to the right where Fitsharris picks it up. Fitsharris crosses the ball into the centre, and Kalb dives forward, heading the ball. The ball's heading for the bottom corner, but RAF dives to his left, flicking it past the post and out for a corner. RAF rallies his defenders again, looking a bit more irate now. Fitsharris goes over to take the corner, and he swings it with his right foot, and Phillips sticks his foot out. He almost accidentally strikes White in the head, but White manages to duck his head in time, and Senator instead strikes the ball. It's blocked off the line by McGroin, but Dwight chests it from the edge of the box and hits a low shot. RAF gets down but is unable to reach it, and it slips into the back of the net. The US team go to celebrate with Fitsharris in the corner.

Champion: And it's in! Team UK didn't expect that! It was poor defending but what great technique there by Dwight, to chest the ball and hit it on the volley into the net.

Bardo: Team UK have been caught out. McGroin came out to block it, which left a gap in the goal, which Dwight was able to take advantage of.

TEAM USA 2 TEAM UK 2 (Tim Dwight – 9 minutes)

Dan looks angrily at his team, knowing whilst it was a good strike, the ball should have been cleared originally. He shakes his head as they kick off again, with Beckham informing the two sides that there is less than a minute left. Biggin knocks it up, but Senator heads it away to the right, where Dan picks it up. Dan tries an optimistic effort from 23 yards out, but it's blocked by Dwight, and falls to Fitsharris. Fitsharris knocks it to Kalb who brings it forwards, striking from near range, but it's easily saved by RAF. RAF rolls the ball to McGroin who knocks it to Ginger. Ginger turns and passes to White, but White is unable to do much more as Beckham brings the half to a close.

Champion: And it's halftime here, the crowd are pretty into the match and why wouldn't they? We've seen some great goals, some horrific defending, but all round it's been a fun game to watch.

Bardo: I agree, with everything tied, anything can happen next.