Thursday Night Meltdown May 15th 2008

[BK London]

The Unexpected Reversal
Part 1: Swerved Retaliation
Credit: Jake Cheng and Danny Mainer

Danny Mainer

The camera backs up to reveal the entire door of Danny Mainer’s locker room instead of just the nameplate. This is definitely not a professionally done job; the picture shakes with every step the cameraman takes backwards. The picture isn’t really that clear either..

After a minor fumble, Jake Cheng’s face is in the picture. His arms reach forward off-screen, presumably to hold the camcorder. His moves his pointer finger to his mouth as if he can shush the people watching. But if you are quiet you can hear the happens of inside the locker room.

Williams: Mainer, you are only going to get ten seconds in…

Steele: Damn nigga, you done!

Mainer: Shut up all of you, I’m XI-8000, I got this! Look, see! I got this….FUCK THIS!

The first ten or fifteen notes of “Through The Fire And Flames” by Dragonforce can be heard well through the door of the locker room. Then the next ten or fifteen notes are the signature Guitar Hero squeals you hear when you miss a note. Next comes the signature crashing noise followed by the crowd booing that happens when a song is failed. Then the plastic guitar is smashed on the floor by an angry Danny Mainer.

Williams: Woah.

Steele: Watch it, sucka!

Jake silently laughs as he looks into the camera. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He unfolds the piece of paper and looks at his watch. The paper reads:

Mainer,

If you are a real man, you will meet me face to face outside the boiler room at 10:30PM. If you don’t show up, well, I wouldn’t be surprised. And don’t think about giving me any bullshit saying you don’t know where it is because it’s right next to your fucking locker room. See you there if you aren’t a woman.

-Cheng

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Jake slides the note under the door and there is instant commotion inside the room. The picture is obscured as Jake sneaks behind a crate close enough to the room to still hear the Maine Event discussing the foreign object slide into their room.

Steele: Oh shit, Mainer just got serviced fa' court! See? What I tell you 'bout dem' asian women?

Mainer: I doubt it's a court warrant… fucking genius.

Williams: I’ll get it.

Silence. Maine Event reads the note to themselves at their own pace until Mainer yells to break the silence.

Mainer: IT’S TEN THIRTY NOW! I GOTTA’ RUN!

There is a short period of stomping before Mainer bursts out of the locker room. He looks left and right as if he was crossing a street and starts to run away from the crate in which Jake is hiding behind. As he turns a corner and gets out of sight, Jake gets up and runs to follow him, doing what he can to not get spotted.

As the Asian Extraordinaire goes to make the left that XI-8000 make seconds before he stops and moves back around the corner. Danny Mainer is standing there, frozen still. The picture moves up and down with Jake’s heavy breathing. Jake reaches around the corner with the camera to see Mainer looking across an open space to a man facing the boiler room. The man is wearing dress attire similar to Jake, but the real kicker is in the dark dreadlocks that both the stranger and the former ACW Heavyweight Champion have.

Mainer: Cheng…You’re a slimy piece of work with no talent, I will show you who’s really extraordinarily.

Mainer starts into a full on sprint and Jake times a prime position, zooming in on Mainer and the dreadlocked man. Mainer turns the man around and throws one punch and the man falls to the ground. XI-8000 stands right over the man and throws another punch. Instead of fighting back like Mainer expected from Cheng, the man throws up his arms in front of his face. Mainer grabs the man from the lapels and lifts him.

Mainer: JAKE?

Guy: NO! NO! ANTHONY!

Mainer: Who the fuck are you and where the fuck is Jake?!

Anthony: I DON’T KNOW.

Mainer drops Anthony, who falls to the ground hard. Being the nice guy he is, Danny helps Anthony to his feet.

Anthony: He just gave me twenty Euros to wear this suit.

But Mainer doesn’t care, he is already ten plus feet away from the Italian man, walking to the opposite hallway in which he came. Jake walks up to Anthony.

Jake: Good job. Now give me back my goddamn suit you filthy Italian!

Anthony: But...

Jake: Do it!

Anthony does as he is told, returning the suit back to the original owner. Jake snatches the suit back and holds them over his arms, blocking the camera lens. Judging by the sounds of footsteps, we can assume Jake starts walking away from Anthony

Anthony: Wait!

The footsteps stop.

Anthony: Where’s my money?

Jake: Nice try kid.

The footsteps continue for a while while Anthony can be heard yelling obsenities in both English and Italian. After a while, Jake stops and hits the record button again and the segments cuts to black.

[BK London]

Match 2: 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper vs. Dan White (Credit: Dan White)

Phillip: Following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 238 lbs…”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

”You Think I'm Lonely” by The Horrors hits, and the lights slightly fade, but give a flashing effect, with several mini spotlights flashing about the arena. Dan walks out in his normal attire, and doesn't take much notice to the crowd. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring, as the lights come back on. No flashy entrances, no flashy gimmicks. Just Dan, there and then.

Philip: And his opponent, from Fayetteville, North Carolina, weighing at 220 lbs…”Showtime” Ryan Cooper!

The clock begins to tick down as Showtime's AlphaTron video begins to play. Just as the introduction 'Wow' by Kia Shine begins to play, Showtime burst through the curtain and absorbs the reaction that the fans give him, his head moving from left to right. A few practice punches get thrown by Showtime as the rap begins.

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

Showtime bends down and then rises back to full height, extending his arms high above him. At this time, there is an extravagant display of pyrotechnics, with silver and gold fireworks going off just as the chorus is repeated with a harder bass-line.

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

Whether it's cheers or boos, Showtime gets a reaction from the fans, no matter how mixed it is. Regardless, he walks down the ramp with that typical swagger he has in his step slowly to soak in the adulation (and even the jeers) from the fans, letting it stroke his ego. He climbs onto the apron and rolls underneath the ring before rising up and climbing the turnbuckle, raising both arms into the air. Looking from side to side at the legion of fans, he waves his hands to get them hyped up, yelling, “What time is it?!!” The reactions are mixed, ranging from the desired, “Showtime!!” to the unwanted, “YOU SUCK!” Hoping down from the turnbuckle with a bit of a spin, the cocky grappler swings his arms back and forth, preparing for the start of the match as the music fades off.


Bell rings

Cooper and Dan have never stepped foot in a ring with one another, so the crowd anticipate what could be a great match. The two carefully analyze each other’s positioning, and then lock up. Cooper thrusts White back, and delivers a couple of stiff kicks to the side, which Dan takes badly, and is already beginning to limp. Cooper attempts to hit another strike, but Dan catches the foot and spins Cooper around. He grabs Cooper and takes him to the ground with a hard Scoop Slam. Dan then jumps up, attempting a leg drop to the shoulder, but Cooper rolls out of the way. He’s quick to his feet and lifts Dan up, whose arse is sore after the failure of the move. He throws Dan at the ropes and plants him with the Cooper Kick (Uppercut Superkick), taking the Welshman down to the ground. Cooper goes for the cover, but Dan gets a shoulder up before three. The two get up, and lock up again. Dan takes the upper hand, forcing Cooper into the corner and unleashing a number of elbows and fists into Cooper’s face, and he’s forced to cover himself to avoid serious injury.

Dan takes Cooper out the corner, and whips him at the ropes. He doubles over, but Cooper is familiar to this trick, and gets ready to kick Dan in the face. But Dan plays possum, lifting himself up and into a Matrix-style duck, mocking Cooper. Dan straightens up and smirks at Cooper, but his cockiness is met with a quickfire Cross Armbreaker. Dan flaps around like a fish out of water as Cooper rolls over and makes the cover, but Dan again kicks out at two. Both men get up, With Dan’s side and arm hurt, and Cooper’s face a tad swollen. They lock up, and Cooper flips Dan into a snapmere. He follows it up with a “Soccer” Kick, and Dan winces a little. But he gets up, kicks Cooper in the midsection and plants him with a Snapmere of his own. He hits the ropes and Cooper knows what’s about to happen, so does well to dive out the way of the 75MPH Kick attempt. Dan scowls, as he turns around and watches a Spin Kick plant him in the face. Cooper smirks, picking Dan up and attempting the Hate Crew Deathroll. But like the album, the pin is unsuccessful as Dan kicks out before three.

Cooper looks a little annoyed now as Dan slowly gets up. Cooper attempts a stiff kick, but Dan ducks it, spins Cooper around and hits the Stunt Bomb! The ring shakes as Dan makes the cover: 1…2…Kickout by Cooper!

Dan’s clearly annoyed, with Cooper having kicked out of his signature move, but he grits his teeth, picking Cooper up. He hits a another Scoop Slam, and climbs to the top rope. He goes for the Dead On Time (Corkscrew Moonsault), but Cooper rolls out the way, and Dan eats ring canvas. Cooper’s up again and waits for Dan to get to his feet, before running forward and trying to hit a flying Headscissors, which he hits. Dan’s dazed and confused, and Cooper lifts him up and tries to hit a DDT. Dan forces him back, and shocks Cooper with a stunning Brighton Rock (http://i29.tinypic.com/bgz890.gif). The move sends Cooper doolally, and Dan follows it up with the 75MPH Kick, to win the match. 1-2-3.

Philip: Here is your winner…Dan White!

White couldn’t be more delighted as “You Think I’m Lonely?” hits again, and he rolls out the ring. He’s a bit hurt, but happy to prove that he’s still got it as he defeats the youngster. He walks down the ramp, hands in the air, as the camera fades out.

[BK London]

Segment: Change of Scenery (Credit: FSX)

Paris, France
5/12/08
Following Warfare...

Perhaps things were just becoming too simple for him as time surpassed, or perhaps the real difficulty had finally been passed at this point, but either way Fallen was finally happy. Over the time that he has been struggling for equal opportunity and striving to be considered equal to those that he had shown himself the better of in the past, things had just never gone his way. No matter how much training and effort that he happened to put in to any specific task, things always seemed to somehow implode in his face and cause him great distress. It came to the point where recently he was ready to give up hope, only to catch the last Flamingo in sight that was headed in the direction of his dreams! His arrival and proposal was met quite poorly however, and it seemed as if the Chairman of the company had branded him in a position that he would never quite be able to escape from. Just as it appeared that there would be no further reason for him to get his hopes up and wait for another day, courage finally struck him. The ability to stand up despite adversity and simply demand his past achievements speak for themselves finally came to him! To show the greatest desire he could muster to be taken seriously! The only weird part of this all? It seems to of worked..but that can't possibly be right. All he has to do is show up to Meltdown and speak his desire to the fans? Could it really be that easy? No...of course not.

FSX: I just can't let anyone jump me! I'll be fine as long as no one jumps me!

Paranoia didn't take very long to settle in, and Fallen was at the edge of his sanity as he looked around frantically for anyone else that might be in the area. It seemed he was quite sure that Ginger was planning something, but at the moment he had absolutely no idea as to what it might be. Expecting the worst however, he could only make sure that no one hoped out to attack him before he could leave the building and make his way to Italy. So far so good...

FSX: He's just not going to screw me over again. I'm not going to deal with this shit again! This has to be the last time! This has to be the time that things actually go well and I actually manage to earn the shot! My last shot...

Taking a moment to truly ponder the situation that presented itself to him, he seemed to let down his guard and drift off to a dream land as he would pay no mind to his surroundings. Could he really even manage to beat the champ when he gets the match? He had a chance once already, after all..but he couldn't get the job done. Having a chance to become a replacement contender didn't really raise his hopes much, after all...

FSX: Well, at least I'm getting my one shot. That's all people can really expect unless they have alot of influence...One shot to reach the top, then nothing. I should be happy...but I'm just not. What's wrong with me now..?

Sighing softly to himself as he slowly continued his pace through the backstage area, he would pay no mind to his new surroundings. Though he hadn't taken a single step as he day dreamed and he had only taken a few since reality returned to him, he paid no mind that the arena was suddenly quite a bit darker then it was a moment earlier. Almost as if the scene was yanked from a crime film of the 30s, it seemed as if something terrible was going to jump from the shadows. Finally realizing the situation that he had walked into, Fallen seemed to freeze up and slowly back into the wall. He might not be sure what was going on, but he wasn't going to let anything surprise him.

FSX: I should of figured he would waste no time in sending someone after me! But who is it going to be? One of his bodyguards? Perhaps a puppet? Or maybe even the champion himself...no..Aiden is better then that!

As he continued to inspect the area as the scene didn't seem to change whatsoever as he remained on the defensive, something finally broke the dramatic silence and gave Fallen an idea as to what was going on. Though, he really couldn't say that it was what he saw coming. Hearing an oddly hypnotic tune in the distance, the look on Fallen's face would tell the story as it seemed to grow louder and louder as time progressed. Suffice to say it was as if an ice cream truck had been recruited to be the focal point of a bad horror movie, as has likely been done in the past. But what will come of it? Will someone jump from the shadows and attempt to make him into ice cream?!

FSX: Who's there?! This isn't going to work, damn it! I'm not going to let you take me out before I get my chance! You can try, but your just wasting your time!

Disembodied Voice: Oh...? Well, I just thought you might like some ice cream...ha...haha....AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The horrific laughter that rose from the shadows could only send a chill up Fallen's spine. In fact, it seemed as if the entire area was slowly growing colder! It couldn't be Ginger's intent to leave him frozen in France, could it?! No...the thought of it all just seemed so ridiculous! Then again, he did really enjoy seeing Fallen suffer...but this was a bit much! As the temperature continued to progressively change over time, it became quite evident that Fallen wasn't going to be able to stand there without at the least catching some sort of cold. Not about to let something so simple take him out, he hesitantly moved from the wall and quickly sped down the hallways in search of his locker room. All he had to do was quickly get in and out before he could escape the building! Just that simple! But would he make it in time..?

FSX: S..s..s..so....cold...

Disembodied Voice: Time is running short, you know. Eventually you'll just be a delicious summer treat.

FSX: Are you hitting at me well trying to kill me?! Where the hell does Ginger get his hitmen?!

Disembodied Voice: The internet...now hurry up to your locker room, little boy. If your not there soon you'll freeze. Don't worry..if you make it I promise to return the temperature to normal. You'll just get to die a much more exciting way.

Having no time to think of the things that the voice was telling him at the moment, Fallen realized that he did indeed have to make it to his locker room soon or simply perish! Even if something else may come to get him, it would at least give him time to bundle up if the cold persisted! Seeing the door in the distance, Fallen shook his arms and legs a bit to warm them up before beginning a quick run. It was likely that the door would be frozen shut at this point, and his only hope was the break it down! Charging toward it at full force, Fallen wouldn't even be able to notice that as he grew closer and closer to the room that the heat was raising back to a normal temperature quite rapidly. Already in the process of dashing and having too much momentum to stop himself, Fallen could only shut his eyes tightly and grimace at the impending impact. However, it seemed as if there wasn't any...In fact, he instead ran into something quite meaty. Had he been captured?!

FSX: What the hell..?! Oh no! You can't get me so easily, damn it! I'm going to make it there in time for the shot and you just can't kill me! I WILL NOT DAH!

Anger: Er...what are you talking about, Fallen? We were supposed to meet here after the show, remember? You said you'd show me a brave French guy. Should be fun.

FSX: Wha..? Oh! Will! I thought you were one of Ginger's random minions or something! I need you to help me get the hell out of here before the guy kills me! He already tried to make me a popsicle, and he said something else would get me in my locker room! Who knows what will happen next!

As Will continued to hold him there for a moment, there was a brief silence between the two as they stared to one another for a moment. Fallen seemed to grow quite confused as to why they were in such a situation and position for so long, but it seemed as if things were finally beginning to dawn on him as time progressed. Looking as if he was about to ask something, Will could only nod in agreement and they both seemed to become immediately aware of the others intent. If Fallen wasn't so trusting of his old pupil he might of come to the conclusion that he was desperate for money, thus it would come as no surprise that he was working for Ginger...

FSX: Why do you always end up betraying me, Will? I mean...are we friends or are we just enemies who hang out from time to time?

Anger: Depends on the day I guess. Sorry about this, but I really could use the money. Not everyone is getting a global pay check like you...some people just work for Fallout occasionally.

FSX: I see...so I guess this is the time when we fight for survival then. I try to fend you off and eventually emerge victorious, well you simply fall to defeat and curse me to damnation or something.

Anger: Nah, I actually went with a much easier approach.

Looking to his old friend curiously as he couldn't help but wonder just what that was, he instead got to find out in quite a painful fashion. Gasping suddenly and slowly moving a hand up to his neck, Fallen could only look to Will in shock for a moment as he felt a needle there. Was he simply going to kill him so easily?! Was this really the end of his story?! Just like that?! I mean, come on! But that looked to be the case. Falling to one knee as Will let him go and took a step back, Fallen seemed unable to get over the shock of how things had played out...he failed again...

FSX: Oh son of a....

Anger: Sorry...was nice knowing you, though.

A look of clear frustration and fury beginning to emerge on Fallen's face as he dropped to both knees now and slowly reached out toward Will, clearly with the intent to rip out his throat before dropping to his death, he unfortunately failed. Clearly sapped of energy and unable to continue on whatsoever, Fallen dropped down to the ground finally and spasmed there a bit as Will turned away in disgust. Was this really the end of his journey? Death by lethal injection? This can't be so! But it apparently is...Fallen simply was not destined to earn his right to fight on the biggest night of them all...maybe his next life will go better.

Fade to black...

[BK London]

Segment: Back To My Roots (Introduction, Part 1) (Credit: Dan White)

19:44
UEFA Cup Final – Rangers vs. Zenit St Petersburg
Manchester City Centre
Wednesday 14th May 2005

One minute to kick-off. Rangers first European final since the early 70s, and Manchester City Centre was exchanged from the usual scarcity of a Wednesday evening, to a see of blue and orange, as Glasgow Rangers marched into town. It was one of their biggest matches in recent history, and even though ‘only’ 30,000 tickets were available for ‘Gers fans, over 100,000 people turned up to support the blue side of Glasgow. With high hopes for a win and a calm atmosphere, the police presence was minimal, not expecting much violence in the duration of the evening.

But whilst you can take the tiger out the jungle, you can’t take the jungle out of a tiger. Despite being in Bologna the next day for a tough fight with “Showtime” Ryan Cooper, Dan White decided to make his presence, despite having no connections to neither Rangers, nor their Russian counterparts, Zenit St Petersburg. But then Dan had no intention of even going to the match. It had been a good few years since he went back to his roots, and he made his plans clear that he was going to get involved in some blood thirsty action; get the adrenaline pumped again, and the grim satisfaction of watching some poor soul slumped over on the curb.

But for now, it’s to enjoy the match, and getting smashed over cheap, flat piss-flavoured beer. Lovely.


21:12

The Russians score. Rangers are in uproar, as there’s a hint of offside. Worse still, a Rangers penalty claim is turned down. This angers many of the Orange Army, who are now exceedingly drunk, having turned up in their numbers at 12pm and drank Manchester dry by kick-off time. Dan smirks as he watches from a distance, himself a little merry, but handling himself well. One must be in tip top condition if he wants to make an impact. He notices a couple of skinheads, a symbolism of the Nazi following within some of the Rangers supporter’s groups. Dan keeps a close eye on them, as the match continues.


21:35

Zenit St Petersburg make it 2-0, and the match is over. Most of the fans gathered in Manchester City Centre are quiet, and some show their appreciation by chanting songs to show their tribute to their players, even though the trophy wasn’t won. Despite a disappointing night, the team did their fans proud. Prouder still is the behaviour of the fans, and for the majority, there’s little trouble. Dan hears of the riot police being needed to calm down one or two unruly fans, but that’s not bad for such a high following. All this is except for the couple of skinheads. Dan appears to recognise them, and the two are seething, looking like they’re prepared for a fight. But who with, I wonder?

The two skinheads make their way down a murky alleyway, looking for a fight with anyone or anything they can see put up a bit of a challenge. You see an unwritten rule in organised football hooliganism is that you don’t fight with someone purely because of they support the opposite team. They at least have to be up for a fight to make it fair. Only pikeys fight people for the hell of it. Anyway the skinheads go down the alley way, and into a backdoor pub. Dan follows them at a distance, watching as they make their way in, and Dan casually waits outside, lighting a cigarette.


22:01

It’s been a few minutes, and the duo are what looks to have been kicked out the pub. Jeers can be heard in the background, coming from the punters inside the pub. The two skinheads shout some incomprehensible Scottish jip back at them, before leaving. They look up, and Dan stands, staring at the two. Full of drink and not content with someone showing them a lack of respect, the skinheads challenge Dan. Silently, Dan smirks and blows them a kiss, taunting the two. The skinheads rush forwards to fight Dan, one grabbing him from behind and allowing the other to throw punches into Dan’s face.

Dan manages to struggle out of the way, but has taken a couple of blows to the face and has began to swell. He turns one of the skinheads around and throws him into the wall, but the other grabs a metal post and swings it furiously at Dan. Dan takes a shit to the kidneys, and falls to the ground. The skinhead tries to jab it into Dan’s face, but he rolls out the way, swiping the feet and knocking the skinhead down. Dan stomps him hard in the face until he can hear the blood splattering over the pavement, before turning to the other skinhead. He blindly throws a punch, but Dan grabs his t-shirt, lifting it over his head and kneeing him hard in the face.

The police sirens can be heard in the background, and panicking, Dan turns and rushes beyond the pub. He leaps over a wall, into somebody’s back garden. But with the police pre-occupied with two battered Rangers fans, he’s safe for now. It certainly is good to get the old band rolling again.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

The Unexpected Reversal Pt. 2.
Danny Mainer/Jake Cheng

When we return to Thursday Night Meltdown we’re shown the scene of one Asian Extraordinary locker room which appears to be relatively neat and tidy, there’s a few paintings scattered around the walls and some relatively cheap wallpaper accompanied by a IKEA brand couch where one of ACW’s most notorious couples sit together. Jake & Kirsten Carter are happy being in each others presence and as you can see from the looks in their faces they wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. Jake is sat in a black double-padded blazer straight from Armani matched by black suit pants and finest black leather loafers to go with a golden Rolex watch. Jake looks the business in his suit which no doubt being in Italy would not be too much of a job to go out and purchase.

Kirsten is also looking pretty in a long beige skirt and a black tank-top with a pair of thin sandals not showing much of her legs but putting her arms on full display. Jake has one Armani cladded leg propped up on the coffee table with a remote in his hand. He’s surfing through Italian TV, he suddenly stops with the remote and looks at the TV to see a man with a HUGE moustache in an open neck white t-shirt and pantaloons standing next to a plain white door, there’s a Skull and Crossbones logo in the bottom right corner.

Host: Ciao, il mio nome è Luigi Sabbitini e questo è Medicina Ball Dodgeball nel buio, benvenuti a Jackass!

Kirsten:: They do have some lame TV over here in Italy! Change the channels Jake.

Jake: Alright.

Jake presses the channel button and it shows static for about 5 seconds before showing a man standing on the edge of a huge bridge with a cord wrapped around his waist. The man is fairly skinny and stickly looking with a ginormous jaw and slicked back black hair

Man: DESIDERO di sposare Rick Moranis!

Kirsten: Yuck, who commissions broadcasting around here anyways?

Jake: People who know what great entertainment is.

Jake yawns briefly after his sarcastic remark, he flips the channel again quickly where it cuts to a wrestling ring showing four men in the ring which it takes a moment but eventually it clicks to him and he suddenly realizes that those 4 men are himself, Thunderkiss, BK London and Hunter and it’s a repeat of Bloody Valentine. Things are reaching their climax in the ring as BK has just missed From Brooklyn to London and Cheng has just hit BK with The Second Heartbeat.

”Speedy” Maxi Gonzales: Buona notte!

Toni McParati: Questo è! Questo deve essere! Cheng conserva! Cheng conserva!

Kirsten: CHANGE IT!

Jake: Aww, I liked that part...

Kirsten: We can watch it after the world tour all we like, right now we’re focusing on now, not the past. I mean what good are you if you’re gonna’ spend all day drif-

As if some sort of divine angel has sang out to save Mr. Cheng from a Kirsten Carter rant about how he should focus on not the past or the future but the present, there’s a rapid knocking at the door and a nicely enveloped letter is pushed underneath the door onto the cold tiled floor. Jake vaults over the back of the couch and he squats down to pick up the envelope. He using his thumb being particularly careful not to get a paper-cut opens up the envelope and pulls out of it a hastily folded note. He unfolds the paper until it’s in its fall A4 glory and in big, scribbled letters of red felt tip ink the words “Open the Fucking Door!” are drawn.

Jake crunches the paper up into a little ball before throwing it blindly over his head hoping that somehow, someway as if by magic it’ll make its own way to the bin but there would be no such magic as he grabs the handle, twists and opens the door. At the door is a man in a black BYOB System of a Down t-shirt and black jeans and a pair of black DC Danny Way 2 in Athletic Red that we all love to know as Danny Mainer, XI-8000, Xtreme Intensity. You know the guy? Of course you do, he’s your favourite.

Danny: OH! Hiya Jake, fancy seeing you in THIS neck of the woods. Talk about a small world or WHAT.

Danny tries to feign causality but with being the focused man on a mission that he is this isn’t working in too well. Jake is completely unfazed by his presence as he more then saw this coming and more then brought this upon himself so Jake goes for the option of humoring Danny by stating the obvious.

Jake: We’re in Italy, we both work for Alpha Championship Wrestling and we both hate the other. I don’t think it’s a coincidence you’re here Danny.

Danny straightens himself out and goes for the straight-up approach, glaring coldly into the Asian Extraordinaire’s eyes he then proceeds to drop bombs.

Danny: I know that Cheng, just like it’s not a coincidence that you beat me senseless and I wasn’t just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s why I arranged you and me a match for Spring into Hell! You, Me, in the ring, no interferences. Payback’s a bitch Ching-King, you’re going to see that while you’re The Asian Extraordinaire I’m state of the art, fresh out of the factory and I’m going to do my job, show you that revenge is a dish best served cold.

Jake: Oh, I had no clue you wanted to fight me in the ring. The way you jumped poor Anthony earlier, I thought you just wanted to attempt to beat the shit out of me. But now that you’ve set up a fight up for us, perfect. You might want to reserve your hospital room now, since you’ll be leaving the ring in a stretcher.

Danny: The only way I’ll be leaving Liverpool a battered mess is if I hook up with my buddies and drink too much and start a fight with some skinheads as part of the post-victory celebrations. I’m gonna’ have no problems beating you and pinning you centre of the ring and there’s nothing that you, Sam or Legolas can do about it, hobbit.

Jake: Danny, I’m bigger then you and weigh more then you. How drunk are you? So you know what you are saying?

Danny: Oh I know, but I also know that being called small riles you up to no end. Cya at Spring into Hell Jackie.

Danny twists to leave but then he suddenly stops and turns back to the face of his enemy.

Danny: Oh yeah and you better know this Jake, before our match at Spring Into Hell you better get in touch with Ghandi, Buddha, Baby Jesus, Chuck Norris or whatever deity you worship or Hell even all of the above and pray with all your might that the Lord hath mercy on your soul because God knows that…

I. WON’T.

Danny storms off without another word as Jake shouts over to him.

Jake: I’ll get you some flowers for your room! And a Bible too!

Jake slams the door behind him and turns to see Kirsten has taken over the TV and was completely oblivious to the argument behind her and she’s now watching some cheapo tacky Italian romance drama where some billionaire 94-year old man has just proposed to a 19 year old stunner and she has promptly rejected him to the surprises of the audiences. Jake vaults back onto the couch again reuniting with his girlfriend, the two start canoodling as the scene drifts out.

FADE

[BK London]

Segment: King of all Lizards! (Credit: Blake Straker)

The scene opens with a shot of what appears to be the night sky and light grey clouds cascading across it. The image quickly speeds up and the clouds blow past and past and the image begins to fade lighter and lighter and burn until it returns and it is the day time.

The camera shifts slowly downward and a man in leather pants and wearing a black bandanna and thick, dark aviator shades stands atop a huge orange, almost rust colored rock in a pose that brings about images of Captain Morgan. His dark, nearly black hair blows slightly, but not too much, and he sports a number of tattoos up his arms and on his chest.

The camera fixes in on his face with a close up and the mysterious figure looks downward and is once again put in black and white and the colors are reversed and we pan back slightly. The colors flash back and forth between and normal and this style a few times and then he finally addresses the camera that is begging to know much more.

Mysterious Figure:
You'd love for me to stand here, on this rock, and give you all the easy answers to your numerous questions. Open up like a book and allow you to turn the pages at your very leisure. But unfortunately for you, I'm not that easy to read and I'm not going to pander to your way of thinking.

The man hops off the rock and begins to walk down further into the desert.

Mysterious Figure:
I started all of this innocent enough. I had a lot of fun in my earlier days. I wanted what all of you wanted, and acted how all of you acted. I thought exactly like each... and every... one of you. But time passed and the politics reigned supreme and I was sent into seclusion, realizing that all I had was myself... and I didn't know who or what that was.

I know who I am now. I know what I am now. I know each of you... all of you... utterly and completely.

I am the shaman of the new age... I am Blake Straker... I can stalk you, I can smell you, I can feel your warmth and sense your desires and not even be caught in the glimpse of your eyes. Once you see me, once you know what I am, I can overpower you completely and persuade you absolutely. I will defeat you, inevitably, because my charm is uncontrollable and without end.

You want to put an end to my madness? You want drive me away and send me back to the hole from under which I crawled from? Heh... heh... well that's a long, long drive and I don't think you got the gas. But that's okay, you won't be going down that road very far if you try to go down it, because even if you were to take matters into your own hands, I have a way with people that makes them change their minds.

It's called violence, and it solves 10 out of 10 of my grievances.

If you think you are above all of this, well, just beware. I am "The Lizard King" and I... can do anything.

Straker removes his sunglasses and tilts his head slightly as we go back to the distorted negative image that overcame him before and the scene fades.

[BK London]

Segment: An Interview with The Devil (or Taylor...)
Credit: Jon Taylor

ACW: Meltdown returns from a commercial break. The ACW Tour is currently on it's final stop before it heads off to the UK; Bologna, Italy. The Scene opens up with Jon Taylor standing in of a camera - next to ACW Interviewer Charlotte King. The camera is focused in on King and they look to ready to go live on on air. Taylor is wearing casual attire of dark blue jeans with a black t-shire that has "The Second Coming of is..." on the back and "...here!" on the back. He also has his International Title slung over his left shoulder. The camera man notifies King that they're about to go on air and she readies herself to begin.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight I am joined by my guest of this time, The ACW International Champion; The Ultimate Competitor....Jon Taylor!

King briefly turns from the camera to look to her side at Taylor who's usual smirk has appeared on his face.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Now Jon, on Monday your "All-Or-Nothing" Tag Match with Showtime Ryan Cooper against Danny Mainer and Jake Steele ended in a draw...would I be right in assuming your relieved to make it out of such a tight match still with the title?

Taylor turns to look at King in disbelief, it is hard to see whether he is annoyed, insulted or simply just in disbelief.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Are you asking am I relieved to be screwed out of a match where I was beating the living shit out of both Danny Mainer and Jake Steele? Are you?! I knew you were blond, but I didn't think you were that blond! Mainer got so lucky on Monday, if Gingertwat didn't have some sort of propafuckinganda against The Second Coming then there's no doubt in my mind he wouldn't of had a nose come Tuesday, let alone be able to show up tonight!

Taylor looks ready to continue though King has something to say also...

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Sorry to interrupt you there Jon, but considering what happened post-match at the hands of Jake Cheng and Jason Freeman I wouldn't really consider Mainer nor Steele lucky...

Taylor chuckles, he replies grinning. King seems a bit uneazed by this, though it's not really a surprise considering the various experiences she's had with The Ultimate Competitor.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ha! You call that a beatdown, do you Charlotte?

She hesitants when replying, clearly cautious about what to say considering Taylor's strange knack for flipping out randomly.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Erm...well, to be fair they did look pretty unconcious laying on the canvas afterwards...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Only after myself and Showtime had done their dirty work for them! Why, that was mere child's play compared to what I had planned before the referee took it upon himself to save Mainer and Steele, following Gingertwat's orders nonetheless!

King nods as Taylor talks, not wanting to set him off. As he finishes she looks to test the water a bit more.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Just out of interest, what gives you the idea that Chairman Gingerdude in your own words, is out to screw you?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You're either clueless or just damn right stupid if you don't know why!

King notices something change in the eyes of Taylor as he replies.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Excuse me?

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Deaf also, it appears. Well, it's quite simple really when you think about it, though I suppose you don't do much of that do you? Let me put it straight to you; who won Fallen Heroes? Senator. Who was second in the match? Fallen Souls. Who helped Senator win? The referee. Now, let's move on a week; which match did Libertines interfere in? Zero Vs Showtime. Who did he help win? Zero. Who got screwed again by Gingertwat? Showtime and The Second Coming. Now finally, let's move on to Monday. Who got double counted out? The Second Coming and The Maine Event. Who was getting their asses kicked? The Maine Event. Who got screwed for the third time in as many weeks? The Second Coming. Now, is simple enough for your pea sized brain to understand, Charlotte?

Taylor's arrogance seems to be getting to King, though she decides against reacting and moves on to her final question for The Ultimate Competitor.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Yes...thank you. Finally, word is on the backstage grapevine that the reason Andrews apparantly did a complete U-turn in his feelings towards Senatorial Stable Leader, Senator Phillips is because his Girlfriend advised him to put their differences aside, what do you have to say about this sudden change of heart?

Taylor just stares at the camera blankly before suddenly bursting out laughing.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ha! Your telling me that Andrews is being controlled by his woman? What a girl! You know what, Charlotte? I'm glad that idiotic pussy declined my offer, because quite frankly he isn't fit to even be considered a man, let alone as part of the most powerful stable in the history of ACW! Well, I guess sometimes you get it wrong don't you?

King looks unsure how to reply.

Charlotte King | The Interviewer: I guess so. Well, thanks for taking the time to be interviewed, and good luck in keeping that title!

As King finishes she is taken a back as Taylor leans forward and grabs the microphone to talk into it.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I can assure you Charlotte, that people in The Second Coming don't need luck - we have talent.

As Taylor releases the microphone he looks at King smirking as he walks off, leaving the camera. King looks a bit surprised, but more annoyed than anything as the scene slowly fades away to black...

[BK London]

Match 3: Nick Durden vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: BK London)

Rattlesnake takes the advantage quite early in the match with a few thunderous knees to the abdomen before whipping him into the ropes. As Durden comes off the ropes, he's leveled with a massive big boot. Quickly Snake goes for the cover by Durden manages to kick out. Snake continues to pummel him with his hefty forearms to the upper back before whipping Durden hard into the corner. As Rattlesnake charges like a freight train, Durden manages to roll out of the way in the nick of time. Rattlesnake hits the turnbuckle sternum first and Durden follows up with a huge STO. With Rattlesnake down, Durden's given a bit of time to recover before he goes back on the offensive.

Durden picks up Rattlesnake by his head and whips him into the ropes before attempting a back body drop. Snake kicks Durden in the face and looks for another big boot, but Durden side steps it. A neckbreaker brings Rattlesnake down to the mat. Quickly Durden ascends to the top rope, going for The Nick Roll - but Rattlesnake rolls out the way and out of the ring.

Rattlesnake takes a second to catch his breath out the outside, but he's not totally out of the woods yet. Durden dives off the top rope and takes down Rattlesnake with a plancha before picking him up and chucking him back in the ring. As Snake gets back in the ring and Durden hops back on the apron, Rattlesnake wastes no time running forward and thrusting his shoulder into Durden's abdomen. Durden drops down to one knee and Rattlesnake picks him up and suplexes him into the ring. Durden clutches his back in pain, and Rattlesnake now stalks him from behind as he gets up. He hoists up Durden on his shoulders and looks for the Snakebite but Durden gouges his eyes with his thumb and slips off his shoulders.

Durden pushes Rattlesnake into the corner before hitting a CM Punk like knee to the back of his head. Rattlesnake is out of it a bit, stumbling out of the corner and Durden scores with a Blazing Magus. Rattlesnake is down on the mat and once again Durden goes up to the top rope and dives off with The Nick Roll. Rattlesnake rolls out the way, and Durden lands back first on the canvas extremely hard. Rattlesnake picks up Durden on his shoulders once more and scores with the Snakebite. Rattlesnake covers and it's absolutely academic.

Winner: Rattlesnake

[BK London]

Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 6: A Phone Call To The One I Love – 2

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

After last weeks successful mending of his friendship with the Senator, Scott Andrews now has time to worry about other things, such as setting his sights on a championship belt, or spending time with his girlfriend while management decide what the hell to do with him. Either way, he has a clear mind and a focus on something positive. His bitterness, though very harsh and sincere, was put aside to let other matters take priority. Scott got it through his head on his own accord that he was the one who failed himself at Fallen Heroes, not Senator or anyone else. In the past, maybe the stable did let him down, but he must move on in order to further himself in ACW. If not for his girlfriend Jessie’s advice on actually going to Senator and explaining himself, he may still have that dark cloud over his head.

As for the present time, Scott sits at the arena bar with a cold brew in front of him watching the small television attached to a stand in the top corner of the bar; it’s playing ACW clips of course. The people around him are talking casually, enjoying themselves and others company; not that Scott can understand them. Scott watches on until he sees an old clip of himself back when he fought Kudo for the Light Heavyweight Championship at Winters Discontent ’06. He remembered everything that went on during the time before and after that match; how hard he fought both physically and mentally, inside and outside of the ring. It was that night which changed him.

He felt better about his situation at current, knowing that his good judgment should be rewarded in time. But no matter how good he feels it doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a bar by himself watching a match of his, so he grabs out his phone and dials a number, waiting for them to pick up.

Scott: ...’Allo, ’allo, ‘allo!

Jessie: Hey, babe, how are you?

Scott: I’m great! Feeling good, ready to take on anybody and everybody...but nobody wants to hang with the Scarlet Assassin. I think everybody’s afraid I’ll snap and start hurling beer jugs around and stab them in the face or something...

Jessie: ...Well...

Scott: – So anyway, I was thinking you should fly over to Ireland on Monday and meet me at the airport. We can go have dinner or something? Sound good?

Jessie: That sounds wonderful, Scott. I look forward to it. Where will we go out for dinner?

Scott: Somewhere special. It’s a place some of the European boys recommended.

Jessie: You sure they’re not ribbing you? Because I do not want to go to a strip bar or an Irish Football bar with soccer on the screens and crazy football hooligans running around!

Scott: Relax, Jess! I’ll do some research and make sure it’s legit. Don’t want to ruin a night out with you, I hardly see you anymore. Well, I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later – oh! And don’t forget to bring a nice dress and jewellery!

Jessie: Ok, I won’t. Goodbye, Scott, *MWAH*.

Scott hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket.

Scott: ...I wonder if Thunder Trains doing anything...I’m pretty keen for some food right now...

And with that, Scott takes off out of the bar in search of food.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

“A Moment for Myself”
Credit: Chris Williams
===================================


Earlier this morning….

The camera comes into focus on Chris Williams who is bent over, leaning against a lamp-post with one arm, trying to catch his breath. It is around 4:30 in the morning, no light but the occasional lamp-post spread across the forest trail. Chris is wearing loose-fitting Adidas black track-pants, with white stripes down each side. He also has a gray ACW hoodie on, with “Williams” in white letters on the back. Wanting to get in some good endurance training before he makes his in-ring debut in ACW, Williams decided to go for a run. Running is the best way for him to get away from it all, get away from all the extra crap, all the bullshit. Just get away from it all, and have time for himself… for once.

Ever since he was growing up, Williams always preferred solitude over everything. He was a thinker, a planner…always had been. He used his head first, every time. In the busy, hectic life of professional wrestling, you hardly get a moment for yourself. Running gave him that escape, that time where he could be himself, without anyone looking over his shoulder. Chris had never liked the spotlight to shine on him, but now there is almost no avoiding it. There is always a press conference, always a public appearance that he needs to show up for. But here, in the darkness of the morning, with nothing but his thoughts accompanying him, Williams is free.

Williams: Alright, break time is over, time to start hustling. Those guys in ACW ain’t no joke, I need to be ready.

Williams takes off at a fairly quick jog, and the pit-pat of his footsteps echoes throughout the forest. He keeps trying to focus on wrestling, the names of many successful ACW wrestlers and legends running through his head.

Alicia Kitsune…

BK London…

Jake Cheng…

Thunderkiss…

The Senator…


All of them are former World Champions. All of them worked their way up from the bottom, overcoming everything in their way to achieve their goal of becoming the best. They are now legends in this company, respected by everyone. More names fly through Williams’ mind, as he is now at a full sprint through the forest path.

Danny Mainer…

Jason Freeman…

Fallen Souls…

These men will soon cement their legacy into ACW lore, as they are the future of this company. They went from simply being faces in the crowd to becoming the golden standard of determination. It was done through hard work, with passion for this business.


Chris Williams: They all started where I am right now. A rookie. I guess that leaves one question….

How do I cement my legacy?

Chris smiles at the thought of his “legacy”, before gazing up into the stars. Chris looks up to the sky, somehow trying to communicate with his deceased father.

Williams: I will make you proud, Dad…I will make good on my promise to be the best champion the ACW has ever seen.


Williams looks back down to the ground, and chuckles ever so slightly.

Williams: Oh yeah…this is gonna start getting fun. My career is just beginning. Chris Williams has arrived! And ACW won’t even see me coming….

Williams lowers his voice to a whisper, repeating what he said to himself.

Williams: Chris Williams has arrived….

Williams jogs off again, following the trail out of sight, and the camera fades to black.

[BK London]

The Unexpected Reversal
Part 2: The Henshin Hero Takes A Break At...The Water Cooler!
Credit: Jake Cheng and Nick Durden

In the ring, the Water Cooler is all set up and Nick Durden is already sitting on the couch. They both laugh about something that is unaudible to the television audience. The rivals notice they are on air and start their segment.

Jake: Hello ACW! Welcome to tonight's edition of the Water Cooler. Today I have the Henshin Hero, Nick Durden.

Crowd pop etc

Nick: Well, the fact that you chose me to be on here is, how do I say, interesting. But I am glad to help out the cause of a fellow ACW employee

Jake: If you weren't glad to be here then why would you agree to come on the show?

Nick: 'Cause my subscription to Juggs is gonna come late this month, and I needed something to do.

Jake: So Nick, what made you decide to return?

Nick: The truth is, I regretted the way I left. I didn't leave on my own terms. It took hardly any time at all for the itch to compete in the ring to flare up again. You can take the man out the ring, but the ring never leaves the man. I believe now more than ever that this is where I'm meant to be, that some unnatural force or other pulls me back to it, no matter what else goes on. And in a sense, that's reassuring. I know there's always something waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. There's always something I'll be deeply passionate about and something that can make me profoundly happy.

Jake: Ah right, something deep and passionate, makes sense. But I know you were writing a book. Is that on hold now or what?

Nick: Yeah, I sat down at my laptop for a good two hours or so before I realized that I indeed didn't have that "inner voice" that authors are always babbling on about. Ah, who am I kidding? I got no talent for writing. It was just a pipe dream I developed after watching too many episodes of No Reservations. Any asshole can hop a flight to Osaka, suck down a few sake shots, and blow several thousand yen on pachinko, but being able to capture the spirit of the place in words is a skill reserved only for those who are truly special, and I just ain't one of them. Besides, the business part of publishing is a truly unenviable task. Never in my life would I have wanted to deal with that.

Jake: Writers are losers anyway. Who waste countless hours trying to entertain others. Back to more important things, like the ring. Rumor has it that you are going to be in the upcoming tag team tournament.

Nick: Rumor would've said right, and I just wanna say right now, my partner is a warrior in the mold that none of us have ever seen before. He's a blue-chip scrapper who fights truly as if his life depended on it. He's severely lacking in the experience department, of course, but he's smart and learns quickly. Bottom line is, he'll give our team a chance to win each and every night, and that's all I'm really looking for in a partner.

Jake: So its someone new? Damn, we have enough new blood in this place. Get someone experienced already. Rumor also has it you are getting back together with Renix.

Nick: Where'd you unearth that piece of info?

Jake: Kirsten.

Nick: Well, ain't you the sneaky little gumshoe? Tell ya what, Jake, why don't you leave the snooping around of people's personal lives to Entertainment Tonight. Have some dignity, man, you're a wrestler, not a gossip rag.

Jake: So...is she good in bed?

Nick: Get help, Jake.

Jake: Never mind, man.

Jake points to his head.

Jake: The image is better up here. I just wanted to know if she was better than your sister. Probably not though, I don't know what I was thinking. Well, that's all the time we have. Next week we will have the International Champion, Jon Taylor. Ugh...

The two rivals talk to each other as the scene fades out.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Segment: “Degradation” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj

[Chairman of the board. Sounds like a nice title, doesn’t it? Honestly, who wouldn’t want to be Chairman of a multimillion dollar wrestling company? In life, there are exceptions to everything and this is certainly one of them. Nobody in their right mind would want this job. Every second of every day you have to deal with constant interruptions, irate and insensible people and crass behavior. No amount of money is worth the hell Gingerdude endures under this title, yet he carries on week after week with a smile no less. Enjoying his new role as America’s “goodwill ambassador,” he now stands inside his ring to thank another country for supporting his product. If anyone is deserving of one trouble free night, it most certainly be this man. Will tonight finally be his lucky night?]

Chairman Gingerdude: Good evening Ireland! I would like to take a moment to thank each and everyone of you for coming here tonight to support Alpha Championship -

[Nope.]

FLASHING
LIGHTS
lights,lights,lights

[Side by side they walk, as if they were the King and Queen of this company. Based on their current fame, fortune and accolades, one could argue that this title most becoming of them. Hitting the ring in record time, both Anna and Aiden forgo any pageantry and get right down to business.]

Anna Sommers: Father!

Aiden Joseph: Look what she did to me! LOOK !

[Aiden points to an inch long cut that runs parallel to his eyebrow. Fans worldwide chuckle in amusement at the this; many see it as just a “scratch.” To Aiden, this little “scratch” could be the size of the Grand Canyon for all he cares. His face has been blemished and the act of committing such foul play should be punishable by death. If all goes well tonight, Ms. Rossi’s career will most definitely be getting a lethal injection.]

Aiden: I am disfigured!

Anna: Such viciousness should simply not be tolerated! What kind of precedent will this company set if we let crazy women run around slashing handsome men with their talons! I want that woman fired Daddy and I want her fired NOW!

Ginger: Sweetheart, I simply cannot just fire Sarin over an action most would deem more than justified! Besides, it’s just a little scratch Aiden! In a week you most likely see it anymore! You are getting yourself worked up over nothing!

Aiden: Nothing?

[He’s been close to the edge all night long and with one little word, he leaps over it. Turning to Ginger with eyes possessed by rage, Aiden informs him that he disagrees in a very less than subtle way.]

Aiden *screaming*: DOES THIS LOOK LIKE NOTHING TO YOU GINGER?!?!

[Before Ginger has an opportunity to answer, he is cut off by the sweet serenade known as “Lady.” Sarin might not have been invited to this party but she has no problems crashing it whatsoever. With resolve in her step, she comes to the ring much to the dismay of both the champion and his beloved; both of whom have been sent into a tizzy at her presence. As Sarin takes two steps into the ring, Aiden and Anna take two steps back to keep their distance. Draped around her shoulder is a mysterious tote bag, the unknown contents of which makes Mr. Joseph extremely nervous.]

Sarin Rossi: Please forgive my intrusion, Ginger, but if we are going to have a discussion concerning my future in this company, I’d like to be a part of it.

Ginger: Sarin, I understand your concern but your presence here is most unneeded. This whole situation is one that been blown out of proportion and -

Aiden *interrupting*: You are a heinous woman that has no place on our roster!

Anna: Don’t look into her eyes Daddy! They are evil!

Sarin: Gee, I'm sorry my eyes offend you so much, Anna. I can hardly stand to look at Adrienne's eyes. That's why I prefer when they're....

[She pauses, allowing tensions to mount...]

Sarin: ...rolled up in the back of his head!

~!~BOOM~!~

[Quicker than one can snap their fingers, Sarin rotates herself around; her foot protruding outwards from her body. With precise accuracy, her RIN SPIN knocks Aiden senseless while it completely misses Anna. As much as she would love to introduce her foot to Ms. Sommers’ face, Sarin cannot even entertain the thought given Anna’s current status as an expected mother.]

“Fast” Eddie Edison: OH DAMN!

[Aiden now lays unconscious on the mat and the crowd couldn’t be more enthused. Still hungry for more, they begin to call for blood and Sarin has no problems accommodating their requests. However, before she proceeds she would like to have a bit more privacy, and with one very nasty look, Sarin removes Anna from the ring with the assistance of her father. Not wishing to see his pregnant daughter harmed, Ginger latches onto a most unwilling Anna and drags her from the scene.]

Ginger: Anna, quit struggling! This is no place for a lady in your condition!

Anna: No! Let me go father! Let me go! Aiden! Aiden! You don’t lay a finger on him you slut!

Sarin: Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt him; he just needs a makeover!

[Eyes fixated into the ring, Anna becomes horrified as she watches Sarin reach inside her tote bag and pull out the every piece of the Thunderkiss wardrobe.]

Maxwell McNally: Oh Good God! She isn’t?

“Fast” Eddie Edison: She is!

[Over the course of the next two minutes, Aiden is transformed back into Thunderkiss at the hands of the Flower of Chaos. Overseas, members of the former Kiss Army are going ballistic as the image they despise is reverted back into that of their hero. It may be just temporarily, but in their eyes some Thunderkiss is better than no Thunderkiss at all. Her work now complete, Sarin takes a few steps back and lets nature run its course.]

Aiden: Ugh, my head.

Sarin: Morning sunshine!

[Through his blurred eyes Sarin’s image begins to come into focus. His first reaction is defensive in nature as he rolls to the ropes and props himself up onto his knees. Now ready for any unpleasantries she may throw his way, a feeling of uneasiness sweeps across his body. His body feels weighted down, heavy. There is something wrong here; he can feel it.]

Aiden: Hey, wait a minute!?

[An out of place sensation resides at the top of his head. His hand reaches up and with the tips of his fingers he feels the texture of fabric. Taking hold of the object, he yanks it off his cranium into view. What he discovers makes Aiden’s heart come to a complete stop for in his hands resides the Thunderkiss bandanna.]

Sarin: Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you...THUNDERKISS!

Aiden: No..... NO, NO, NO, NO!

Sarin: Wow, I totally love the retro look. You’ll be the hit of the trailer park!

Aiden *screaming*: AHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! GET IT OFF OF ME! GET IT OFF!

[Rolling around the ring as if his body was being attacked by a swarm of bees, Aiden rips and tugs at the black cotton t-shirt hung around his torso. It doesn’t take long for it to become unattached, but the damage to his psyche has been done. With every flash of a camera he realizes this moment becomes more and more cemented in time and short of erasing camera and video footage from millions of people, there is little he can do about it. Eyes welling up with tears, he struggles to free himself of the last remainders of his old costume.]

Sarin: Oops, I almost forgot. What would any fashion show be without music?

[Sarin sends a cue the production truck in the form of a wink. With a flip of a switch, another sense of Mr. Joseph is given a blast from his not so welcomed past.]

~ * ~ GOD OF THUNDER ..... AND ROCK ‘N ROLL ..... THE SPELL YOUR UNDER ..... WILL ROB YOU OF YOUR VIRGIN SOUL ~*~

[Every word of the vile song penetrates his ear like a needle. With both hands clutching the side of his head, he does his best to stifle the melody but even his efforts cannot out due that of a 12 megawatts arena sound system.]

~*~ I AM LORD OF THE WASTELANDS ..... A MODERN DAY MAN OF STEEL ..... I GATHER DARKNESS TO PLEASE ME ..... AND I COMMAND THEE TO KNEEL ~*~

Aiden *pleading*: Shut that music off! Please, I-I can’t take anymore!

Sarin: That’s right: you won’t be taking anymore of my dignity, nor anyone else's for that matter. You're a pox on this federation; you sully the belt that once accompanied legends. You're not a legend, Thunderkiss. You're a caricature of a man, and I will not allow you to tarnish this federation's reputation any longer. The World Championship will be mine. Now get the hell out of my ring.

[With his levels of stress and anxiety soaring through the roof, the champion knows a retreat is in order unless he wants to be flat on his back for the second time tonight. Considering what happened the first time he woke up, he has no intent to give Sarin a chance for a repeat performance. Pushing his body back through the ropes, he crashes down onto the floor below and begins to make his way to the back in an almost drunken like stupor. Back in the ring, Sarin stands victorious and blows him a goodbye kiss to rub even more salt into his wounds.]

Aiden: can’t ... breathe ....

[In back to back shows, Sarin has done what no other has ever done before and that’s bring Aiden Joseph to his knees. He has faced his share of formidable opponents in the past, but none of them ever displayed mental ferocity such as this. It is as if Sarin has crawled inside his mind and is now destroying him within. With an enviable showdown looming between the two, Aiden is going to have to come up with an answer if he hopes to escape from this tiff victorious. He’d best start thinking now unless he wants to kiss the gold that resides around his waist goodbye, or at least until after he’s taken a shower. With the ick and stench of Thunderkiss looming on his pristine body, he wont be able to construe a single thought until it’s gone.

During his 'meltdown,' Sarin remained quite stoic, spitting out her words and eying the writhing man with utmost contempt. As the disgraced champion exits the ring, Sarin takes a moment to breathe, revolving slowly on the spot and taking in the roar of the screaming Irish crowd. With another tug, she procures a mysterious black and white mask from her tote bag and slips it on, eliciting more deafening screams from the crowd. They have a right to be so scared, Sarin thinks as she exits the ring and walks up the ramp...it's not everyday you see the Ghostface emerge.]

[FADE]

[BK London]

Match 4: Jerome Carter w/BK London vs. Mickey Flamingo w/Adrian Flamingo - Strap Match (Credit: BK London)

Phillip: This match is a Italian Strap Match...the winner of this match can only be determined if one of the participants touches all four ropes consecutively in succession...

"Bad Company" by Bad Company sounds through the speakers and from the back comes out Micky Flamingo, who is being accompanied by his nephew, Adrian Flamingo.

Edison: You know McNally, I hear Italian leather is some of the hardest, toughest, leather in the world.

McNally: Where'd you hear that from?

Edison: Wikipedia. Geez Edison, would it kill you to come prepared to this show at least once - like me?

Phillip: From Bluefield, West Virginia, weighing in at 220lbs, accompanied by Adrian Flamingo, Mickey Flamingo!

The two, like in every part of the world, are bombarded with boos from the audience. The italian fans even go as far as shouting swears in italian, which doesn't quite affect Mickey since he failed italian in his high school days. Mickey Flamingo, in his platinum robe and pink boas, steps up onto the steel steps before entering the ring and raising his arms in the air.

Edison: Here comes out my man, Mickey Flamingo. I tell you McNally, he's going to wipe the floor with Jerome this evening. He won't even know what hit him.

McNally: I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Edison: Oh come on look at him, he's 48 years old and in the best shape of his life. He has been training for this match the past 3 days non-stop, and I think he's going to make his nephew proud tonight in this Spring into Hell Preview.

Adrian stares at him from the corner as Mickey attempts to play to the crowd, brandishing that rather large steel chain he has acquired as of lately. Mickey removes his robe and hands it to the time keeper on the outside while he awaits his opponent.

McNally: Adrian will definitely be the wild card in this match. We've seen what he can do with that steel chain, and it's not pretty.

Edison: I agree, but sooner or later someone's going to have to feel it's wrath. We're less than 9 days away from BK London vs. Adrian Flamingo in a Russian Chain Match. That match can only be described in one word, brutal.

It's brand new theme time, and with scrapping his old D12 theme, Jerome Carter decides to come out to something a bit more classier.

"Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco is sounded over the PA system, and out comes Jerome Carter and BK London to a massive pop from the crowd. Jerome Carter makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the front row before sliding into the ring. Mickey looks across the ring at Jerome with complete disgust, and Jerome can't help but return a smile at Mickey. BK London enters the ring as well, continuing to give a few words of encouragement to Jerome Carter before stepping to the outside.

Jerome and Mickey are strapped on with the rather long strap, and once they're in nice and tight, referee Carter Donovan calls for the bell.

With the bell sounding, Mickey wastes no time attempting to make a run for the corner. But before he can reach the ropes, he can feel himself slowly being pulled in the opposite direction. It seems the strength of Jerome Carter is coming into play as he continues to cease the advancement of Mickey towards the turnbuckle.

McNally: Whoa, it looks like Jerome is the stronger of the two in this match.

Edison: That's gotta be against the rules or something, you shouldn't be able to do that. Come on Mickey!

Mickey tries to claw on the canvas towards the ropes, hoping he can still make it, but he finds himself just inches away from Jerome Carter. Slowly, and comedically, Mickey looks up from the ground and above him sees the rather large black man hovering over him. Mickey attempts to make a run for it, but once again he's jerked back over by Jerome and is planted with a elbow to the back of his neck. Jerome picks up Mickey Flamingo and wraps the strap around his throat before tossing him halfway across the ring. Mickey lands over by his corner where Adrian Flamingo is standing, watching him, and Mickey screams out for help. Jerome however pulls Mickey back to the center of the ring, having him choke on his own words - literally.

McNally: And Jerome is just having his way with Mickey! Not a good star to this match, I'll say.

Edison: He's not supposed to choke him! That's illegal use of the strap ref! DQ him or something!

McNally: No DQ's in a match like this Edison, anything and everything is legal.

Jerome picks up Mickey once more and hits him with a Snap Suplex which sends the 48 year old by the ropes. Holding his back in pain, Mickey slowly rises to his feet with aid from the ropes - and doesn't realize what pain is in store for him.

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Mickey Flamingo: Aahhhh!

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Mickey Flamingo: Aaahhhhhhh! Muthafucker!

As the leather strap continues to connect with the back of Mickey, Jerome loves every minute of this, and so does BK London who's on the outside. As Mickey holds his back in pain, Jerome now stalks him from behind. Both of them can feel the end coming absolutely near and once Mickey gets up, Jerome spins him around and hoists him up on his shoulder. He turns around and faces the crowd before planting Mickey into the mat with the Redeemer - reminiscent of Monday's events. With Mickey knocked out cold, Jerome shows off a little skill by managing to hog tie his competitor.


Edison: Where the hell did he learn to hogtie?

McNally: Your guess is as good as mine, but it's effective, and now Mickey can't mount a comeback. This thing is as good as over.

Jerome drags the 220 pound carcass of Mickey across the ring and touches one turnbuckle. He then drags him down the ropes and tags the second turnbuckle. He continues to drag Mickey down the ropes and tags the third turnbuckle.

[BK London]

McNally: One more turnbuckle and Jerome Carter will win this strap match!

Edison: Oh, he can feel it, McNally! You can see it in his eyes!

Jerome's approach to that finally turnbuckle with his hand stretched out was crudely interrupted by the sound of jingling and a flash of black that sent Jerome turning himself inside out and down to the mat.

McNally: Damn it to hell! Adrian Flamingo just cost Jerome Carter another win over Mickey Flamingo with that sickening springboard clothesline!

Edison: Not just any springboard clothesline, Max, Adrian had that steel chain wrapped around his arm! The added impact of that blow has to have busted Carter open!

And it did. The in-ring official called for the bell, therefore throwing the match out causing the Italian crowd to respond with a sea of boos as Jerome rolled back over to his stomach. A small puddle of blood was starting to form under the rookie sensation's forehead from the wound that Adrian reopened that he coincidentally caused a few shows ago. BK London hit the ring immediately and went after Adrian, but the now recovering Mickey grabbed BK by the ankle. This didn't trip BK by any means, but it did create the distraction needed for Adrian to club the back of BK's head with his chain-wrapped arm. BK dropped to a knee and clutched the back of his head while Adrian reached into his back pocket and retrieved a set of handcuffs.

McNally: Oh for the love of god, send security out here immediately! Jerome Carter's been busted open and now Adrian Flamingo is wielding a set of handcuffs over BK London!

Adrian barked out some orders to Mickey who groggily took the handcuffs from him before Adrian wrapped the heavy chain around BK's throat and started choking him out. Mickey quickly grabbed one of BK's arms, but BK jerked it away from him real quick knowing what was about to happen. Mickey, still clutching the back of his head from the punishment he endured moments ago at the hands of Carter, responded by punching BK with closed fists. After a few moments of this and the added pressure of Adrian choking him, BK was finally worn down to the point of Mickey could finally wrestling his hand to the rope and awkwardly handcuffing it there. Adrian released the choke hold and he called for a microphone as BK resumed breathing normally and getting to his feet. Adrian and Mickey both made sure to stay just out of his grasp as BK recalled what was going on and tried to lunge out at them.

Adrian Flamingo: You thought you've been sooooo smart lately, haven't you BK? You thought you were finally going to back me into a corner with this Russian Chain match, didn't you? That was probably the dumbest thing you could do, BK. Before, I beat you in a regular match... but now I get to kill you with this!

Adrian held up the sharp railroad spike that was welded to the center of the chain inches from BK's reach.

Adrian Flamingo: However, Gingerdude would probably fire me for putting you in an early grave before he can make money off it... but Gingerdude doesn't care about this little rat, does he?

Adrian and Mickey both turned to Jerome who wad finally motioning to stand up slowly from the deep blood puddle in the middle of the ring. As Adrian and Mickey began to circle the youngster like sharks after a wounded diver, BK London started jerking on the handcuffs and the rope, doing his best to get just a few more inches closer to Adrian to stop it. The handcuffs, however, weren't the negotiating type. Mickey, who was still strapped to Jerome with the thick leather strap, whipped Jerome over the back with it sending him stumbling towards the ropes grimacing in pain. Adrian also gave Jerome a nice good whip across the back with the thick handmade chain while he slumped over the ropes. Mickey then gave Jerome another good whack with the leather and Adrian immediately followed with the chain

McNally: This is disgusting! Jerome Carter is being whipped with steel chains and leather straps while his uncle BK London is unable to help him!

Edison: The Flamingos may call this payback, but the Italian fans are calling this disturbing, and rightfully so. No one should be forced to watch their family members be abused like this!

Adrian grabbed the spike again, turning to BK to show it to him before motioning to Jerome who had finally slumped down against the bottom turnbuckle in the corner. Mickey had moved to putting the boots to the beaten Carter before slipping the leather strap off and picking up and holding Jerome up for Adrian.

McNally: Adrian has that sharpened spike again!

Edison: Oh no... you don't think he's going to do it, do you Max?!

Adrian turned back to Jerome and held up the spike, but before he could charge towards him, ACW security finally hit the ring. The Flamingos immediately scattered out of the ring and into the crowd before they could be apprehended, but they had done their damage and retreated in victory. As the security guards surrounded Carter and checked on him, another guard came out of the entrance way carrying a set of bolt cutters to free BK from the handcuffs. As they cut the cuffs off, BK immediately shoved the guards out of his way and checked on Jerome as the camera cut to Adrian and Mickey standing amongst the crowd triumphantly.

(Post Match Credit: Adrian Flamingo)

[BK London]

"My Resolution" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

I'm sure by now that you all have come to a firm understanding just what it is I'm trying to do here. While my win over Jason Freeman was tarnished by even more filth, I'll take what I can get.

But was it really filth? Part of me doesn't believe that. Part of me has come to realize that there are more that are open to my cause, my crusade. They have listened to my words and have accepted my motives. They are true believers and they have my thanks.

Many of you stand around with a finger up your nose and a thumb up your ass just wondering what happens next. You wonder just what could transpire from this point in time. I could tell you, but where's the fun in that?

Fuck that, I wouldn't tell you. I have no reason to tell you anything. You've done everything to merit nothing.

It's not my fault. I just listen more closely than you all. I hear the words of ACW. It says "Help me." "Free me." "Take action to bring upon the change I require." And so I shall.

From this day forward, you will be seeing a lot more of what I intend to do. You won't know when, but you'll see it soon enough. This is my resolution.

I am the Revolutionary. I am the Vision of Greatness. I am the Emperor. But I won't be remembered for any of those monikers. When I become the ACW World Champion, I won't be remembered for that either.

What I will be remembered for is the impact I made to ACW. It's what I'm known for anyways. Making impacts. So sit along for the ride because the impacts will begin. They'll keep going until I deem it necessary that they stop. But even then, they won't.

I'm going to make this crystal clear for all of you. I've made promises, I've staked claims to certain goals, and I did whatever I could to achieve them and failed. But this is one thing I will see through until the end. This is something I will die for. I would gladly give my life to see this through.

That is my resolution.