Spring Into Hell 2008

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Kalb goes to work on Dan’s back, continuously clubbing him relentlessly, adamant on getting revenge on behalf of The Senator. Dan screams in pain with each blow, and the marks quickly become clear on his back. Fitsharris gets back to his feet, and he stomps Dan as Kalb continues to use the pipe like a caveman’s club. Fitsharris then whispers something in Kalb’s ear, and Kalb complies. He picks Dan up, whipping him at the ropes and plants the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business, as Fitsharris too hits the ropes and hits Dan with a leg lariat. The result is the sickening NASDAQ Attack, which damn near rips Dan in two. He’s lying down in a crumpled heap, and the match looks as good as over.

Edison: D-D-D-AAAAAAAANNGERROUUSSSSSSSS!
McNally: My Lord! Now Dan has definitely been broken in two!
Edison: That move was sick! And I mean the bad kind! And also the good kind! The Capitalists have this won! No way anyone can recover in time from a move like that!

But just when things seem to be all over, an unexpected event occurs, and, suddenly, “Anarchy In the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and the fans and Capitalists alike look very confused as they turn to the Alphatron…

McNally: It’s The Royles! They're the Fallout tag team champions, why on Earth would they show up here at our pay per view?!
Edison: It’s the equaliser! Dan’s got backup that Senator didn’t even consider thinking about! Oh man, this just got interesting!

This gets a huge pop from the crowd, as they’re clearly coming down to save Dan, both holding steel chairs in their hand. They enter the ring and immediately get stomped down by The Capitalists, but The Royles are in far better shape, with hard enough heads to endure the boots with little pain, and are quick to their feet, disposing of the tiring duo with their steel chairs. Two shots to the head each grounds The Capitalists, as their Welsh counterparts set up for a form of revenge. First they proper Anthony Kalb up, and deliver the Cardiff Crunch, a brutal sandwich penalty kick to the head, before lifting Fitsharris up and setting him up for The Head Hunter. Biggin drop toe holds him near the ropes, and McGroin runs up, delivering a sickening blow to the head! Fitsharris is all but broken as The Royles pick Dan up and throw him on top of him. The referee shakes his head but it’s all legal, and so counts the pin, making it 1-2-3!

Philip: Here is your winner…Dan White!

McNally: He’s done it! Dan’s won with the help of the Royles!
Edison: Oh my…Senator doesn’t get revenge after all! But mean is he gonna be pissed!

”You Think I’m Lonely?” hits and the crowd are cheering for Dan, who is propped up by both Royles brothers. He’s totally covered in bruises and cuts, and will no doubt require treatment from medical staff when he goes backstage. But for now he can celebrate, as the Royles let go of him and he staggers to the side of the ring, grabbing a microphone.

Dan: Cut the music…

Music fades

Dan: You know Senator, you thought that you always had the advantage, didn’t you? You thought that by pitching me in a handicap, with no limits, would ensure you had the ultimate revenge, right? I’m sure you’re watching this from your home, tearing what’s left of your armchair to shreds. Fact is Senator, you might have your backstage powers, your stable, your cronies, and your political prowess, but I will always be one step ahead of you…

”You Think I’m Lonely?” hits again, and Dan throws his arms up in the air with The Royles, as the scene fades out.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Quay Confectionary: Touring England
Danny Mainer

When return to ACW programming we’re shown in Liverpool England’s scenic Albert Dock. Inside this great little dock are a number of quirky shops such as wooden model masterpieces and boat trips on “The Duck”, one of Liverpool’s trademarks so to speak and the world renowned Tate gallery oh and of course the Maritime Museum. We are however, not paying attention to any of these great things from the city that brought us The Beatles, we’re drawn to one particular store on this historical hotspot and that is “Quay Confectionary”.

It’s a little sweet treats shop on the Albert Dock and it’s not a huge place, it’s fairly small in size but it is absolutely loaded to bursting with confectionary. There are 20 foot high shelves lined with bon bons, strawberry laces, gumballs, jawbreakers and the house specialty… fudge. Danny being a fairly clean guy doesn’t have an addictive personality, however, his love interest on the other hand has a HORRIBLE sweet-tooth and as the two walk into this quaint little shop she’s more or less well… like a kid in a candy store. There’s nobody in as it’s fairly early in the morning save for the couple and 2 clerks working behind the desk who smile politely.

Caitlynn: Oh my God… I love it, I don’t want to go back to Vegas Danny… this place is AMAZIIIIING!

Danny looks over at his beloved who feels fairly embarrassed as he stands in high status with his tailor-made Calvin Klein suit and his black and white spotted silk tie. He can’t however help but crack a smile as Caitlynn’s eyes light up like Manhattan. Danny ruffles through his pocket making sure he has a hefty amount of cash in his pocket as he’s sure as Hell going to need it.

Danny: What do you want Caitlynn? Take your pick.

Danny rolls his eyes as Caitlynn goes on a “I want that one and that one and that one” spree pointing to practically everything in the shop as the clerk minds his own business, sweeping the floor of the store. He however on hearing Danny’s voice pipes up and looks at him and recognization hits him and he looks up wiping dust from his spectacles.

Scouse Clerk: Oh aye I know you, you’re that Danny Mainer bloke aren’t ya?

Danny smiles feeling proud at this recognition and he immediately greets the balding man with a chuckle.

Danny: That’s me your honour! I’m loving this little establishment you’ve got here.

Scouse Clerk: Me and the misses, we’ve been runnin’ this little shanty for 20 odd years now and it never gets old. Little kids lookin’ for the sugar rushes, old gals lookin’ for somethin’ to suck on, teens lookin’ for som’thin’ flimsy to impress their dates. So many people and there’s a sweet for each and everyone of ‘em.

Danny: Heh, I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. I mean there’s a sweet for everyone, and every one of those sweets is for Caitlynn in her eyes. She’s an addict I tell you, an addict!

Scouse Clerk: Oh aye. 20 year old girls with a sweet-tooth, common as you like.

Danny: Totally, anyhow, I need to get going soon but with Caitlynn we’ll be here until the end of the world. I’ve got a match tonight as you’ve probably guessed.

Clerk: Oh yes I heard. You’re facing that blasted Jake Cheng aren’t ya! He’s a tricky little evil one.

Danny: I guess so yeah, he’s tricky but I know I can beat him. He’s snide, crude, underhanded and a pain in the ass so to speak.

Clerk: Definitely, but then all people of the Asian Persuasion are like that aren’t they?

Danny is suddenly struck offguard by this oddly racist old man and is suddenly immediately feeling the urge to leave.

Danny: Yeah… right… OK, Caitlynn, fill your bag and lets g-…

Danny is cut-off as Caitlynn returns with 8 bags full of sweets. Danny pulls his wallet out and walks up to the attendant handing a big wad of cash to the man who checks out all the weight specs before handing it them in one big carrier bag. The man comes out from behind the counter joined by an elderly looking woman with blonde hair going on grey and as they walk to the door with the couple following them. Danny and Caitlynn link hands as they quickly get out of dodge.

Scouser: Good luck kicking his arse!

Clerks Wife: Don’t let him put a curse on you!

Danny turns back smiling wryly and faintly at the two before running off into the distance trying to get the Heck out of dodge. The sweet-shop couple look at each other and chuckle heartily.

Scouser: God, I LOVE creeping out tourists… plus it was a famous one too!

Clerks Wife: I know! Pfft… anyways it’s nearly 8, we should be getting off to that equality protest.

Scouser: Yeah, let’s get scramblin’!

We’re left with this bizarre candy merchant couple embracing as we go to black.

FADE

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: “Burslem Normals” Credit: ~Aj & Winter

[Before Aiden Springs into Hell, he takes a slight detour to 333 Cromwell Road, Kensington, London, the last known address of his father. If the fortunes shine upon him today this locale will also prove to be the current residence of a one Mr. Richard York, a man he has been waiting years to get acquainted with. Buzzing the doorbell of the mansion that stands before him, an anxious Aiden takes a deep breath and prepares to see the face of his father for the first time in his life. Sounds of unlatching chains proceed the turning of the door knob and the red stained wood in front of him gives way to a new image. Now standing before Aiden is a distinguished, handsome looking man who could easily pass for an older version of himself. There is no question; this is him.]

Richard York: Yes?

Aiden Joseph: Richard? Richard York?

Richard York: May I help you?

Aiden: My name is Aiden Joseph.

[Aiden brings forth his hand and a very puzzled Mr. York accepts it in a handshake.]

Aiden: And I’m your son.

Richard: ?! You’re mad! Get off my doorstep!

[Richard tries to flee from what he perceives as a crazy loon but Aiden clutches his hand to prevent him from doing so.]

Aiden: Just listen to me. Please.

[Not sure if he should cry out for his wife to call the police or entertain this bizarre man that resides outside his home, a voice from deep within whispers to his conscious to listen.]

Aiden: 1977. Cynthia Joseph. Ring a bell?

[It just doesn’t ring a bell, it causes an entire symphony of chimes to sound off within his head. With an ill look, Richard steps out into Spring sunshine and quietly closes the door behind him.]

Richard York: Please tell me this is a joke.

Aiden: I’m afraid it’s not.

[Mr. York brings his hand to his forehead and begins to stroke his mind which has now gone completely numb. He has two choices: shut the door behind him and pretend this never happened or tempt fate and find out if this surprise visitor tells the truth. He chooses the later.]

Richard: Come in, please.

[Aiden steps inside a very spacious foyer and examines his surroundings. At first glance, he sees he inherited his tastes from his father for the mansion’s decor is quite splendid and to his liking. A mix of antiquity and modern art surround him at all sides, filled with little nuances dedicated to the York family history. Not wanting him to loiter around, Richard waves Aiden to his side and the two scurry to his private chambers where privacy will reign supreme.

Once behind closed doors, Aiden details the events of his conception. Richard listens intently to every word and comes close to blurting out a denial several times throughout the conversation. However, as he looks into Aiden’s face, he sees his own and though this may be a crude method to make a judgement, he is confident that he is hearing the truth. After thirty minutes and a thorough cross examination, Mr. Richard York welcomes himself to fatherhood for the second time in his life.]

Richard: Good God, how am I going to explain this to my wife? My daughter?

Aiden: Look, I’m terribly sorry. I don’t want to be a problem here.

Richard: *sigh* Aiden, it’s not your fault. I just hope you realize where I am coming from here. I mean, here I am, living my “what I considered to be normal” life, and then BAM, I find out that I fathered a son from a fling I had thirty years ago!

Aiden: Well, it’s not like this is easy for me either, Richard. I mean, for so long I had you written out of my life and then I become aware of your existence virtually overnight.

[Richard turns his back to his son and places his forearm on a nearby window frame. He let’s out another sigh and stares at his new uncertain future through the cracks of the blinds. His attitude speaks volumes to Aiden who has never desired to be a burden at anytime during his short life. Not wanting to start now, he abandons his ambitions for his father’s acceptance and throws in the towel.]

Aiden: Richard, I ... I just had to see you to get a better understanding of who I am. I hope you can understand. I’ll see myself out.

[Crushed, Aiden turns his back on his father and solemnly begins to leave his presence. Just when all his hopes for a father son relationship seem dashed, a hand placed upon his shoulder tells him otherwise. For the first time in his life he feels comfort from his father and it is a feeling most welcomed.]

Richard: Thirty years is a long time to pass without me being in your life Aiden, but I’d like to think that perhaps we can build a relationship over time.

Aiden: I’d like that.

[Both men nod as a way to show their approval of one another. Over time they will work themselves up to a hug, but for the moment this will have to do until their comfort levels with one another rise. With both men mentally exhausted from this ordeal, they agree that no more needs to be said at the present time and bring an end to their reunion with a promise to talk again in the near future. Aiden leaves his father’s den and proceeds back to the mansion’s main entrance. After just two steps in that direction, he hears someone clearing their throat from behind him, obviously a gesture created with the soul intent to seize his attention. It works.

Aiden focuses his eyes in the direction of the disturbance and gazes upon a girl whom stuns him with her beauty. From head to toe she has not one visible flaw on her person and his eyes have trouble staying focused as they travel up and down her every curve. Luckily for Aiden, before a lewd thought can cross his mind, Winter makes it perfectly clear that she defines the phrase “forbidden fruit.”]

Winter York: So you’re my brother.

Aiden: Step brother, and apparently so.

Winter: Wow. I-I can’t believe this.

Aiden: That makes two of us.

[It’s not often that one discovers they have a sister or brother so late in life. Still stunned by the revelation, both Winter and Aiden are unsure of what to say next. An awkward silence follows, only to be shattered by a simple question Aiden considers to be a good start.]

Aiden: What’s your name?

Winter: Winter, and yours is Aiden, correct?

Aiden: Yes. How did you know?

Winter: Well, I overheard father calling you that, but to be honest, I recognized you the moment you set foot into our house.

[Aiden raises his eyebrow is disbelief. Though he has been working hard to create an image that he hopes will be embraced worldwide, the chances of him already becoming a household name is in the United Kingdom are extremely minute.]

Winter: I’m a fan, though I will have to say I am going to have to remove all those half naked posters of you that are stuck to my bedroom wall now.

Aiden: Well this has turned a shade uncomfortable.

Winter: Totally.

[Both their faces blush with embarrassment and all eye contact is broken, albeit temporarily.]

Winter: I won’t keep you any longer Aiden. I would imagine a man of your stature keeps himself pretty busy and I suspect father will be calling one of his silly “family meetings” rather shortly. You’ll be the topic of interest, undoubtedly.

[Aiden nods in guilty agreement.]

Winter: Whatever happens next, I really would like to get to know you. This may sound silly, but I’ve always wanted to have another sibling in my life. Growing up an only child does get rather lonely at times.

[Winter lifts a piece of paper off an end table pressed firmly against the wall between them. A few pen strokes later, she places it within Aiden’s hand and folds his fingers over it in her first act as a loving sibling.]

Winter: So here is my number, feel free to give me a call sometime while you are still in town. Needless to say, we have a bit of catching up to do.

Aiden: That we do. Farewell Winter.

[The two part with an embrace. As Aiden returns to his car, he can’t help but realize that he came to 333 Cromwell Road with nothing more than questions and hopes and now leaves with a new family. Feeling as if he’ll become quite acquainted with this address in the years to come, he drives away with a smile.]

[FADE]

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Match 4: Jake Steele vs Jason Freeman (Credit: BK London)

The lights dim inside of the arena, as the crowd falls into a silent slur, a echo of money being counted can be heard as we cut to the AlphaTron...

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

MONEY!

CAKE!

... I need da' cake nigga ...

The maine event don't play (Uh Uh!) we wrestle but we strapped (Yep!)
Williams got the shotgun Mainer got the mack (brrrappp!!!)
Steele got the sweeper and you dyin to hear it clap (Uh huh)
You won't have another birthday (Cake!) after that (WOO!)
Cause I got a temper and I don't know how to act (Fuck!)
And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the.
(*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)

Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, and making his way to the ring first - from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 234lbs, "The One Man Dynasty" Jake Steele!

"Cake" by Lloyd Banks continues to play as the camera cuts over to the side stage, where smoke starts to pillow out from it. A few moments pass, and Steele raises from the stage with a microphone in his hand, by his side Destiny Mason who has a tight lock on his arm, while looking seductive. Steele lets go of her and walks down the stage to the beat of "Cake" and he raps the words out some more.

Me I'm from the street (Street) Where ain't nothin sweet (Sweet)
The home for the homi's there's a body every week (Week)
Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep (creep)
Plottin to pull me over plant the (*Cake!) in my jeep (WOO!)
So I be skippin cities seven states in a week (Yeah)
Can't a motherfucker breathe and tell me I can't eat
Show me the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)

Steele jumps on the apron and continues rapping to the crowd, while Destiny slowly, and seductively gets in the ring, licking her lips while stepping in. Steele waits for her to enter, and slides in before standing up and walking to the middle of the ring, he extends his arm out and he drops the mic as the theme music ends.

Phillip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 230 pounds from Long Island, New York, Jason Freeman!

In the intro of the song he walks out slowly, with dark lighting, and when the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slow, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp. Freeman slides into the ring and looks across at his opponent Steele, who doesn't show the slightest bit of worry to be facing Freeman. Freeman plans to wipe that smirk off his face in a few moments, and waits for the bell to sound.

The Bell Rings

As the match starts off, neither man is too eager to throw down in the center of the ring as of yet. They slowly approach each other, anticipating at least the first offensive maneuver from their opponent, but as they meet in the center of the ring they finally lock up in a collar elbow tie up. Jake Steele manages to slip behind the former International Champion Jason Freeman before taking him down with a Rear Waistlock Takedown. Jake Steele attempts to float over for the front facelock, but Jason Freeman manages to roll out of the way towards the ropes to evade a possible offensive maneuver. Steele smiles at Freeman, who doesn't look to be in the playing mood after that first exchange - but instead of throwing a tantrum, he meets Steele in the center of the ring for another go at it. Another collar elbow tie up, and Jason Freeman is now the one who manages to wrench the arm of Jake Steele.

Steele however rolls forward and kips up, freeing himself from the painful maneuver, and now attempts to sweep the legs from under Freeman. Freeman hops over the sweep attempt and looks to score with a kick to Steele's face, but Steele ducks and grabs Freeman from behind in a Rear Waistlock. Steele pushes Freeman into the ropes and rolls backwards, hoping to get in a nice pinning maneuver on the former Entertainment Champion - but Freeman holds onto the ropes. Steele rolls backwards on his own, and he now eyes Freeman who's still got a hold onto the top rope. Running at full speed, Steele hopes to connect with a Busaiku knee to he back of Freeman's head - but Freeman ducks and pulls down the top rope - sending the newcomer soaring over to the delight from the crowd.

Jake hits the ground rather hard on the outside, holding his lower back in pain, but what's hurt most is his ego. Freeman looks to follow up on his counter by going to the outside, but referee Carter Donovan advises him not too - and allows Jake Steele to re-enter the ring by himself. This is not a popular decision amongst the fans, but he would rather not see either man hurt much more than they already are. Jake Steele takes his time to re-enter the ring. He walks up the steps, and down the apron before turning his attention to a mouthy fan in the first row. As he gives him a piece of his mind, Freeman grabs the newcomer and tosses him over the rope into the ring to a huge pop from the crowd. Steele clutches his lower back in pain as he gets up, and Freeman scores with a combo of right hands to his jaw. With Steele groggily after the combo, Freeman irish whips the Maine Eventer into the ropes and hopes to capitalize with a back body drop. Freeman bends over and as Steele comes off the ropes, he meets Freeman with a huge kick to the face. Freeman rises up, holding his jaw, and now Steele bounces off the ropes on his own accord. He comes off, hoping to hit a high impact offensive move, but Freeman derails him with a picture perfect standing dropkick.

Freeman would usually go for the cover after such an attack like that, but Steele prevents him from doing so by rolling under the bottom rope to outside the ring. Ending Freeman's momentum, he walks around the ring a bit - holding his jaw. Freeman's not going to just let Steele recover after such an attack, and he disobeys the referee's orders and makes his way to the outside. Following Steele, he eventually catches him, and hopes to score with an offensive maneuver - but he's not so pleasantly surprised by the newcomer. A absolutely stiff haymaker floors Jason Freeman, and the fans aren't too happy with the tactics used by Jake Steele thus far in this match. Steele picks up Jason Freeman and walks up towards the ramp more before scoring with what he calls the 'Gourmet Suplex'. Jason Freeman's back crashes against the unforgiving steel of the mouth of the ramp - and Steele wastes no time rolling back into the ring. Rather than make the count, Carter Donovan rushes to the outside and checks on Jason Freeman - who looks seriously hurt on the outside. Absolutely flabbergasted, Steele rolls back to the outside and gets the attention of the referee.

Jake Steele: What tha FUCK do you think your doin? Get back in the ring and count jackass!

Carter Donovan doesn't necessarily agree with the way he was approached about this, but he does know that he has to abide by the referee rule book and he does re-enter the ring. Jake Steele re-enters the ring also, and Carter starts the count.

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SIX

At this point, Jason Freeman is crawling back towards the ring and he manages to grip the ring skirt. This doesn't sit too well with Jake Steele, as he hoped to finish off Jason Freeman for good - so rather than wait for the possible 10 count - he meets Freeman on the outside.

He picks up Freeman and clubs his lower back with some aggressive forearms before scoop slamming him on the thin padded mat. Freeman howls out in pain again, and now Steele picks him up and chucks him back into the ring before returning to the ring himself. He makes the first cover of the match, hoping for it to be the only cover.

ONE
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KICKOUT!

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Freeman managed to kick out of the cover after the absolutely painful assault on his lower back, but he's far from feeling the pain. Steele can't believe it and he picks up Jason Freeman and places him in an inverted tree of woe - with his front facing the turnbuckles. A few stiff kicks to the back of Freeman manages to immobolize the former ACW International Champion, and now Jake Steele can see a win in his future. He backs up, and looks as if he's going to take a chapter out of another ACW wrestler from Brooklyn's moveset. Pulling down his knee pads, he backs up and hopes to score with a Running Double Knee to Freeman's back, but Freeman manages to move out the way in the nick of time. Steele strikes the turnbuckle with both knees before falling hard on his back, and Freeman - who is on the apron - ascends to the top rope.

Freeman's not too much of a high flyer, but at this point in the match, he''ll try anything to pull out a win. Freeman is perched onto the top rope, and as Steele makes his way to his feet - Freeman soars off and hits an absolutely elegant crossbody from the top. However Steele manages to roll through it, and he grabs a handful of tights.

ONE
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TWO
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KICK OUT!

Not tonight says Freeman, who kicks out of that dirty maneuver, and both men rise up simultaneously. Steele attempts to take down Freeman with a clothesline, but Freeman manages to duck. Steele turns around, and Freeman looks for a DDT and scores with it. Freeman rolls over Steele onto his back, and hooks both legs of Steele.

ONE
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KICK OUT!

Steele shows that he too can take a bit of pain as well, and Freeman slowly gets up, still favoring that lower back of his. He grabs Jake Steele and now whips him into the turnbuckle. Freeman runs at Steele, hoping to capitalize with a clothesline, but Steele gets his boot up. Freeman recoils, staggering backwards a few feet, and Steele shoots out of the corner with an impressive Busaiki Kick he dubs "RIGHT IN YO FACE". Freeman ducks and Steele soars over the former International Champion, but manages to land on all fours. As Steele quickly gets back up, he walks right into a Fireman's Carry by Jason Freeman. Freeman looks for a Flapjack - but Steele counters into a Sunset Flip. Instead of pinning however, he grabs both legs of Freeman - and laces them around one of his legs. Turning Freeman over on his stomach, he completes the Sharpshooter - and the Liverpool fans continue to boo the One Man Dynasty.

Screaming in agonizing pain, Freeman looks as if he's going to tap, but with the support of the people - he slowly crawls towards the ropes. Steele can feel himself moving towards the ropes, inch by inch, and he sits back even more on Freeman's back. Freeman almost has no other choice but to tap, but he reaches out and manages to grab the ropes. Steele breaks the hold after a four count, and Donovan gives him a piece of his mind - but Steele simply brushes him off. He picks up Freeman, hoping to finish up what he started - but Freeman catches Steele with an Inside Cradle.

ONE
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THRE-KICK OUT!

Steele manages to kick out, and he is absolutely shocked that he was almost caught by that maneuver. Freeman attempts to get to his feet, but as he's on all fours, he's kicked in the abdomen by Steele. Freeman rolls over onto his back, and now Steele picks him up and sets up for the 1-Man Revolution - a deadly Spinning Impaler. Freeman manages however to counter with an arm wrench, and scores with the Middle of Nowhere. Steele is absolutely out of it, but Freeman has absolutely nothing left within him to capitalize. Both men are down in the middle of the ring, until Freeman manages to start climbing to his feet. Steele is doing the same, and quickly Freeman grabs Steele from behind. A quick elbow to the side of the head sends Freeman stumbling backwards into referee Carter Donovan - who's knocked to the ground. With the referee temporarily floored, Steele capitalizes with a kick down to the groin of Jason Freeman. Freeman clutches his groin in pain and Steele scores with a move not seen in his moveset, a Michinoku Driver II. Freeman's lands hard on the mat, and Steele hooks both legs for the cover.

Carter Donovan is slow to make the count, but he eventually does when he sees Freeman's shoulders are down.

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-KICK OUT!

Freeman manages to get his shoulder up to the delight of the crowd, and Steele is absolutely livid. He backs Donovan up in a corner, assuring him that it was a three count - but Donovan argues that it WAS a two count. Quickly, Steele looks to take his anger out on a rising Jason Freeman. He waits for Freeman to get up in the corner, while stomping his foot, hoping to score with the Right in Yo Face. Freeman manages to get to his feet, and as he turns around, Steele runs right for him with his finish maneuver - but Jason Freeman scores with a dropkick right to the knee of Steele. Both men drop down to the mat simultaneously, and the Liverpool crowd applauds such a counter. The crowd manages to rally behind Jason Freeman as he begins to get up, and Freeman now grabs Steele and attempts his Journey's End. He raises Steele over his head - but Steele manages to slip off the shoulders and lands behind Freeman. Steele runs towards the ropes and springboards off. As he turns in mid air, he goes for the RIGHT IN YO FACE, but Freeman evades the maneuver for the third or fourth time in the match. Steele lands on his feet, and Freeman surprises Steele with a Victory Roll - however, Steele prevents the next rotation and has Freeman's shoulders pinned down to the mat. The referee counts, oblivious to Steele grabbing the middle rope.

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The Bell Rings

Phillip: And the winner of this match, Jake Steele!

"Cake" by Lloyd Banks hits, and Jake Steele rolls under the bottom rope to the outside before Freeman can get his hands on him. Freeman isn't too happy with the way this match has gone down, but Jake Steele is absolutely ecstatic. Carter Donovan raises his arm in victory, and Steele couldn't have been any prouder - especially after such a momentous win in his ACW career.

Jason Freeman, and the rest of the crowd believed that he had Steele beat - as Steele wasn't able to hit Freeman with the RIGHT IN YO FACE at all during this match. But Freeman knows this feud is far from over, and he will have his revenge.

Fade Out.

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Reserved for Segment

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Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 10: These Words Are Ammunition, This Voice Is A Gun

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

Charlotte King and her camera man stand at the ready, awaiting the arrival of the Scarlet Assassin.

Charlotte: Where is he? He’s ten minutes late...

Surely enough, Scott waltz’ around the corner.

Scott:[/color] Sorry I’m late, I kind of...forgot.

Charlotte rolls her eyes.

Charlotte: Never mind. Let’s just get in position.

Everyone shuffles around to begin filming.

Camera Man: In three...two...- - -...

Charlotte: Hello everybody I hope you’re all having a great time tonight at Spring Into Hell!

The Liverpool crowd let out a cheer.

Charlotte: Now, I have with me here the man who will team up with his beautiful girlfriend, Jessie Young to take on the vicious and spiteful, Jon Taylor, of the Second Coming. First of all Scott, how did this match come about?

Scott: Well it all started when Taylor approached me to join the Second Coming; and I refused. It’s not like I had to join right? But he never gave up. He obviously knew that I was a huge asset to ACW and kept pushing and pushing me further and further towards insanity with the constant pressure he was putting on me to join. Do you know how hard it was to keep the Scarlet Assassins cool? Very hard. I’m glad I did though, because tonight, all the bottled up rage will be unleashed on that poor hapless son of a bitch.

Charlotte: Have you seen many of Taylors matches? Do you and Jessie have a game plan?

Scott: He’s technically sound, I’ll give him that, but he’s such a god damn prick I can’t even respect his in ring abilities no matter how good they are. He’s got a few nasty moves in his arsenal but I plan on avoiding those and hitting my own. As for a game plan...if I told you, Taylor might find out, not that it would matter. I mean, I’m Scott Andrews, baby!

The crowd pop.

Scott: I’m cocked, locked and ready to fire! And if Taylor thinks he can taunt and provoke me without any repercussions just because he has his monkeys to fall back, he can think again, because tonight he won’t have any Second Coming member in his corner to help him; no-one to watch his back, but I will; the person who I trust the most; Jessie Young.

Charlotte: Are you worried at all about Jessie getting hurt out there?

Scott: I know that’s what Taylor wants. He wants to send a message through Jessie to me, because he knows he can’t take me all by himself. He needs an innocent to sacrifice; someone who I hold dear. He wants revenge just as bad as I do. His methods are different to mine, but I must congratulate him on the size of his balls. I mean, he’s an idiot, but he’s brave enough to step into the ring with the Scarlet Assassin. I've got the ability to knock him out in one go, but I think I'll enjoy giving him a slow and painful loss, then we'll see who the Ultimate Competitor is... All I can say, is that if he does anything to hurt her...he’s as good as dead. There's just some things you don't mess with, and to Scott Andrews, Jessie is one of them. Nothings gonna hold me back from dragging his ass all over the ring, pillar to post, slam to suplex, and sending my own message...and the message I'm going to send is that if he ever messes with me and Jessie again, he'll be on the end of a very similar beatdown. And that’s a promise I intend to keep...Interview over.

Scott storms off, obviously revved up for his match tonight with Taylor. Will the Ultimate Competitor have a trick up his sleeve or will justice prevail with the Scarlet Assassin coming out on top? Stay tuned.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OTA Segment: Make it Happen
Credit: Jay Zero

[In the indoor parking lot area of the Echo Arena, many cars are lined up to fill up the lot. It seems as if nobody is out in the parking garage other than Jay Zero who is seen walking, glancing back and forth, as if to check to see that nobody is following him. Jay walks up a black Volkswagon Getta and hits the unlock button on the set of his keys to the rental. Jay takes one more look around before pulling on the handle of the door and stepping into the vehicle, closing the door behind him. Once inside the car Jay reaches and pulls his cellphone out of his jeans pocket. He flips open the phone to get to the keypad and then dials a phone number and puts the phone up to his ear.]

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

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[After several rings the contact finally picks up.]

? :: Yeah? [/color]

Zero :: It's Jay. [/color]

? :: I know that. What's going on? You fix it? [/color]

Zero :: Yeah, I just practically had to beg for him to stay. Eeeck! [/color]

? :: Heh, yeah? What made him change his mind? [/color]

Zero :: I told him that he's better than me. [/color]

? :: Yikes. Well good job makin' things all right. You just saved my ass a lot of money, you know that?! [/color]

Zero :: Yeah man I know. [/color]

? :: Good! You know, you're making a really smart move here with this! I'm glad you came on board with us! [/color]

Zero :: Yeah .. um, so am I. Just -- I don't want us gettin' caught y'know? [/color]

? :: Well fuck! I don't want us getting caught either! [/color]

Zero :: I know, but still, feels like I got more riding on this. If people find out and it spreads around what I'm doing here, then whose to say I won't get my ass kicked by nearly every person that passes me by? I'm kind of selling the guy out! [/color]

? :: Jay you listen to me! I got a lotta cash riding on this shit! Don't screw it up, you hear me?! You can't get nervous cause then you gonna start actin' different! Last thing we need is people realizing that something ain't right with you! [/color]

Zero :: I'll try man. Seriously though, it feels like I'm being watched. [/color]

? :: Ahh you're just paranoid because it's just your first time doing this kind of stuff! I mean, who would really just somehow know that something's fishy and start following you around? Fuck! If anything, it just looks like management forced you into the spot! [/color]

Zero :: I know! I know! It's just that -- [/color]

? :: What? [/color]

Zero :: I've been watching this guy out here. He walked into the parking lot after me and now he's just standing by the door looking back and forth. I -- I think he's looking for me man! [/color]

? :: Like I just said, first time jitters. Don't worry about it! The tournament will be starting soon, so just do what ya gotta do and make it happen Jay! [/color]

Zero :: Okay ... Okay. [/color]

? :: It won't be much longer till what's done is done, you get your cut of the pay, and then it's back to living your life under the spotlight, k? [/color]

[The man that's been standing in the parking lot begins to look towards the car that Jay is sitting in. He winces his eyes to try and see if that's really him. Jay never responds to the mystery man on the phone because he's now becoming more nervous. The guy slowly starts to walk towards the car, keeping his eyes on Jay the entire time.]

? :: Jay? You okay? Answer me man! Don't you wuss out on me! Fuck![/color]

Zero :: Yeah! I --- I'm, I'm here! But..that--that guy I told you about. He saw me. He's coming this way! [/color]

? :: Jesus Christ, just calm down! Listen man, go deal with that guy, do whatever else you gotta do, then for the love of god, win that title shot and then make me some money! K? K![/color]

Zero :: ..Will do. [/color]

Click.

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Zero :: Stay calm. Stay calm. He's just a guy that wants an autograph. Be cool! [/color]

[ The man is getting closer and closer now. Jay closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts the phone down on his lap and lets out a big sigh. The man reaches the car and Jay opens the door to intercept him.]

Man: Excuse me, Mr. Zero?

Zero :: Yeah that's me! Who wants to know?! [/color]

[The man looks around, kind of afraid of Jay's quick, suspicious response.]

Man: Um ... Robert Loanne?

Zero :: Oh and who the hell is that?! You wearin' a wire or something! I swear to god I'll beat your skull in till you can't -- [/color]

Man: Please! That's me! My name is Robert!

Zero :: ....Oh. Well what do you want..!? [/color]

Man: I was just sent to go find you! Chairman Gingerdude wants to see you in his office!

[Jay stares at the poor kid that he just yelled at due to his paranoia.]

Zero :: Oh. [/color]

Man: Yeah.. Have a nice day! And uh-- good luck against Fallen Souls!

[The man quickly begins to walk away from Jay, wanting to escape any bad situations that could follow.]

Zero :: ----Thanks. [/color]

[ Jay leans over and rests his body on his rental car and puts his face in between his hands and starts to take a deep breath. Phew...]

END

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Handicap Tag Match
Scott Andrews and Jessie Young vs. Jon Taylor (Credit: AK)

The show has been running for about an hour, and the Liverpool crowd is hungry for more action as they see Philip entering the ring. Next up is a confrontation which has been simmering for weeks and which as a result is as anticipated as any on the card…

Philip: This next match is a handicap tag match, set for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida… the “Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews, and his partner Jessie Hall!

”Anasasis/Xenophontis” bursts into life, and the crowd does likewise as Scott and Jessie walk out of the entrance together. Jessie is evidently very proud to accompany Scott, and the feeling is mutual; the pair of them walk to the ring soaking in the sound of the fans and looking confident. Only as Scott holds down the ring rope for Jessie to enter does a hint of underlying nervousness present itself, with their eyes meeting and then quickly darting away as they both scan the area for sneak attacks or other unexpected trouble.

Philip: And their opponent, from Louisville, Kentucky… he is your ACW International Champion, the “Ultimate Competitor” Jon Taylor!

”Revolution Begins” signals the crowd to once again make a vast amount of noise, and there is a pause before Taylor deigns to grace the arena with his physical presence. Though the audience’s response is hostile, Taylor’s reputation has earned him some respect from the ACW fanbase, and there is no doubting that everyone is hyped to see what one of the roster’s premiere technical talents can do with this particular scenario.

Taylor walks calmly to the ring, and enters at an unhurried pace. Scott instinctively moves closer to Jessie, and is quietly relieved to see that referee Carter Donovan is stepping forward to take the match in hand. The veteran referee nods to Scott and Jessie; Jessie squeezes Scott’s hand before retiring to the designated corner and leaving the two gentlemen to begin the match. With barely repressed tensions overdue for release, Donovan wastes no time in getting the formalities over with, and the match underway.

Bell Rings.

This match epitomizes the idea of “no love lost” as Jon and Scott square up to one another. Neither breaks eye contact as they circle and then launch forward into a grapple; from the turnbuckle Jessie urges Scott on, but it’s Jon who gets the better drive, forcing Scott backward and then sending him into the ropes at close range. Scott bounces back, allowing Jon to trip him with a drop toe and then apply a headlock with the pair of them in the centre of the ring. Some of the fans in the front boo this loudly, but Jon just smirks a little and continues to pressure Scott’s neck until the Scarlet Assassin breaks free. Not intending to let Jon control this match entirely, Scott belts him with a sharp elbow and then lays down a string of his notorious backhand chops, his frustration with recent developments making these even more vicious that usual. Taylor grimaces – but he’s one tough customer, and a swift kick to Scott’s gut breaks the attack. Both men take a step backward and circle again, staring one another down and plotting each other’s downfall.

McNally: These two superstars are well matched, that much is clear.

Edison: No question, Max, this one is going to be fought as much in these guys’ heads as it is in the ring, and they’re both known for bringing intelligence to their matches.

As they move, Scott catches sight of Jessie over Jon’s shoulder. It’s only a momentary eye contact, but Jon senses it and immediately grabs the opportunity it presents. As they circle round 180 degrees further, Jon suddenly charges forward for a clothesline; Scott’s reaction is quick and he dodges, but in doing so he acts as Jon expects, and the Ultimate Competitor thunders unobstructed straight into the corner where Jessie is standing, knocking her off of the apron on to the mats with a loud thump. Spinning around, Jon dashes back across the ring to where Scott has been momentarily distracted, trying to see if Jessie is ok, and Jon uses the moment to execute a snap suplex, and follows it up with his precise rendition of the German suplex. Grabbing the apron to pull herself up, Jessie sees Jon pinning Scott for a 2 count, the first of the match.

Edison: Like him or loathe him, Taylor knew EXACTLY what he was doing there!

McNally: Agreed, I’m sure that Scott believed Jessie would be safe as long as he was the legal man, but Taylor’s just demonstrated that the “handicap” in this match might in fact not be his after all…

Scott kicks out, clearly riled up by the incident; his expression darkens, but seeing that Jessie is a) back up on the apron and b) flipping her hair and smiling for the fans defiantly, he gets his head firmly back in the game and opens up into a barrage of strikes on Jon. The blows rain down from both men for several seconds, and then Scott whips Jon into a neutral corner; he works over Jon’s gut, and Jon grips the ropes to either side to support himself. He kicks Scott sharply in the shin and forces his way out of the tight spot, dropkicks his foe high on the chest and then runs against the ropes, rebounding back into a smart crossbody takedown which sends both men rolling across the mat. There is a bit of a scramble as Jon attempts to apply a triangle leg choke, Scott evades this and dips into his arsenal of submission holds to turn Jon over and set up a bow and arrow hold. The crowd cheers this, and Jon certainly looks as if he’s feeling the pain.

McNally: Andrews has quite the way with submissions, but I don’t think Taylor has any intention of giving in – I think it’s just making him mad.

Although known for his outbursts outside the ring, inside it Jon is more willing to practice self-control, and this pays off as he slowly starts to rock against Scott’s hold, building momentum until his opponent’s grip slips and he is able to escape. Realising that Jon is getting away, Scott rushes to be the first up; again Taylor capitalizes, by lashing out with a spinning back fist. Scott is disorientated, and Jon hurls his opponent head-first at his own corner; Scott’s shoulder goes into the post, making both Jessie and the crowd gasp.

Edison: Ooof, I felt that from over here! Wait…

With Scott “hung up” he is clearly vulnerable, but Jon has a different idea in mind. He points at the corner, and Carter Donovan notices that Jessie and Scott have made physical contact (after all, who wouldn’t try to comfort their partner in a bad situation. Jon smirks and beckons as Donovan indicates that Jessie should enter the ring.

McNally: Oh my, this isn’t a good situation for Ms. Hall.

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Jessie hesitates; but seeing that Scott is winded from the impact, she gets a determined look on her face and puts a foot through the ropes. At once Jon tries to pounce, and Jessie takes a rather inelegant tumble as she dives in to avoid being grabbed; Jon keeps up the pursuit, and Jessie tries to keep her distance, barely dodging his attempted attacks.

Edison: Come on Jessie, is that all you’ve got?

McNally: Give her some credit Eddie, Taylor has vastly superior strength and experience. A direct confrontation would be near-suicidal for the poor woman.

McNally is right; Jessie may not be a prolific wrestler, but she’s participated in a few women’s matches, and knows how easy it is to be worked over by a clearly superior opponent. Fortunately for her, Scott has by now extracted himself; his first instinct is to attack Jon directly, but the Assassin is wiser than that and instead rolls under the ropes, getting to the outside. He calls to Jessie, who with great agility twists on her heel and reverses her direction of travel with a cartwheel which gets a big pop from the crowd. Jon tries to grasp her but misses, and Jessie successfully tags back to Scott-

Edison: Whoa! INCOMING!!

With the tag made, Scott jumps up on the turnbuckle, points at his own head, and “pulls the trigger” to launch into his Suisault. Jon spots it a fraction too late and gets clobbered, but the spectacular impact does damage to both men, and a crucial couple of seconds pass before Scott is able to make the cover. 1…..2-

McNally: Powerful kickout from Taylor, and Scott must have expected that move to have done a lot more than it did!

Jon shoves Scott away as he gets up; his anger is clearly building now, but he does not look like a man being run into the ground, and as Scott tries to press his advantage, Taylor sends it right back into his face and spins the match 180 degrees with a shin kick, massive elbow strike, and then a dominant stalling vertical suplex which finishes more like a piledriver. Jon pins, and gets a near-fall; the crowd yells at Jon, but the ultimate competitor refuses to grace them with so much as a disgusted look. Instead, he gets up and starts laying into Scott with stomps, graduating to kicks to the ribs. Scott naturally won’t take this lying down, but his energy seems to be in a trough of sorts as he gets up. Seeing this, Jessie calls him, and holds out her hand, a gesture which surprises both Jon and most of those watching.

Edison: Oh, now she wants in? Make up your mind, woman!

Scott hesitates, and as a result has to dodge a clothesline attempt from Jon. With little time to decide, he runs to the corner and tags to Jessie; Jessie moves into the ring – and then immediately exits it again, narrowly avoiding a swinging punch from Jon. Taylor is confused for a second or so, until he sees Scott taunting him on the outside. Scowling, Jon realizes that he will be putting himself at a disadvantage if he plays along with his opponents’ game; but long odds have never deterred him, and Jon slides to the outside as Donovan begins a 10 count, bringing the match right in front of the announce table.

Scott rushes in, having used the short delay to regain his breath, and the two men attack one another, much to the annoyance of Donovan. As they brawl, Jessie slips back into the ring; Scott hits Jon with the Reload (Dragon Screw), and Jon replies with a brutal enziguri, using the edge of the apron to get extra height and really nail Scott where it hurts. Donovan’s count is at about 6 at this point, and with Scott down Jon decides to rub salt into the wound by attacking Jessie; as he tries to get back into the ring, however, Jessie defends her “territory” by kicking Jon back off of the apron. The crowd cheers, but Jessie’s success is short-lived, as Jon simply out-runs her to get in the ring from the other side. In a frantic moment of “cat and mouse”, Jessie runs to her corner and Scott just barely makes it in time to receive the tag; Jon succeeds in catching hold of Jessie’s hair, however, and pulls her back so that he is effectively using her as a shield. Looking furious, Scott jumps over the ropes; with Donovan watching, Jon refuses to concede the match by acting illegally, but he tries to gain an advantage by pushing Jessie hard toward Scott. Scott catches her, and Taylor runs in for a fast attack, expecting Scott to move Jessie out of the way and take the hit himself. Instead, however, Scott hooks his arms underneath Jessie’s, and Jessie lets him support her while she jumps and kicks out fiercely backward with both feet. Jon gets smacked in the chest and falls on his back, giving Jessie enough time to get out of the ring, and Scott sufficient opportunity to land an elbow drop and make an opportunistic pin for a 2 count.

McNally: Some excellent team-work from Scott and Jessie there. But I think Scott’s taking the worst of the knocks, and Taylor is an expert at the long game. I wouldn’t like to try and predict who’s going to come out on top here…

As much as he wants to punish Jon, Scott is now aware that the longer things go on, the greater the risk of something happening to the woman he loves. So it’s with a renewed fire that he attacks his opponent; Jon puts up solid defences, but passion often succeeds in breaching the sturdiest barriers, and Scott breaks through to be able to use his Reload a second time. He attempts a further follow-up with a leg drop, only for Jon to roll aside; Jon darts around behind Scott with the intention of stopping things dead with the triangle of perfection, but Jessie’s call alerts Scott and he counters with an arm drag. This only halts Jon’s offense momentarily, and Jon provides a hugely impressive display of his Muay Thai skills, beating Scott around the ring until he is able to execute his feared Electric Chair Drop. The crowd winces, and Jon pins, 1…2…- it’s close, but Scott kicks away, and rolls forward to get to his feet more quickly than Jon was anticipating. As Jon tries to re-engage, Scott pulls off his Fisherman’s suplex-to-pin combination, and gets a 2 count; with Jessie and the fans now yelling loudly, Scott uses their position on the mat to apply a grounded headlock, and as Jon struggles to rise, Scott segues beautifully into a Tiger Spin…

McNally: This is going to be big, I can feel it!

Edison: Everyone is expecting the Scarlet Fever – but Jon guesses that this is too obvious, and to most people’s surprise he dodges as Scott blazes forward with the Headshot (Shin Saikyou High Kick). Scott is completely open, and to Jessie’s horror, Jon hits home with the Taylor Made (Inverted Falcon Arrow). The crowd howls-

Edison: It’s got to be over!

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1…..2…- and Jessie breaks the pin, sending the audience nuts. Taylor finally loses his cool – he did, after all, just about have the match sewn up fairly and squarely – and as Jessie tries to get away, Jon grabs her and pulls her backward with just one thing on his mind…

McNally: Oh no, if this is what I think it is…

Jon applies the Triangle of Perfection, and Jessie writhes, desperate to escape. She has nowhere near the strength or skill needed, however, and quickly begins to weaken; the crowd makes an enormous amount of noise, which is just what is needed to get Scott moving. The moment he sets his eyes on the scene, there can be only one outcome.

Edison: Batten down the hatches, Scott’s going into FURY MODE!

With rage pulsating through him, Scott tears into Jon, hammering him with blows to his back and then wrenching at him like a madman. Jon, though, is “zoned out” of his own accord, and only by sheer persistence does Scott manage to get him to finally release his grip. Jessie slumps to the ground, unconscious; Donovan rushes over to her, ignoring the wild brawling just a few feet away, and as he begins to signal urgently for assistance, Scott succeeds in Tiger-spinning Jon almost clean through the canvas. With his foe exactly where he wants him, Scott is perfectly positioned to execute the revenge he desires… but suddenly he stops, and the fury seems to die as quickly as it came to life as he sees Donovan trying to revive Jessie with obvious concern.

Edison: What the… finish him, Andrews! What’s the guy waiting for?

McNally: I guess that some things are more important than revenge, Eddie.

All thought of victory, of the vengeance which has possessed him becomes inconsequential to Scott Andrews. He hurries over to where Jessie is, and holds her hand, talking to her and telling her everything will be ok. Jon Taylor, meanwhile, recovers to his feet; he sees what is going on, and a bitter look crosses his face. Raising his hands, he moves in silently behind Scott.

Scott’s world consists only of himself and Jessie at this point. He gazes at her, praying for a sign of hope, oblivious to the crowd going mental at Taylor’s approach… and without warning, Jessie opens her eyes weakly, her unfocused gaze nonetheless shifting a few millimeters to the right…

What happens next is so quick that it takes a replay to be fully appreciated. Scott stands up and turns in one movement, thrusting his arm upward to catch hold of Jon before he can defend himself. With a calmness more stunning than any amount of fury, Scott executes the Sweet Revenge (Pumphandle Inverted Piledriver) and turns Jon’s lights out, sending the crowd wild. Having seen that Jessie is not as gravely injured as he had feared, Carter Donovan shifts over and counts Scott’s pin….1…..2…3.

Philip: Here is your winner… Scott Andrews!

Scott’s music plays, and the crowd celebrates his victory; Scott, however, is not in much of a party mood. Jessie is still drifting in and out of consciousness, and Donovan wants her brought to the medical bay as quickly as possible; a stretcher is brought out, and Scott pauses just long enough to raise his arms to the fans before accompanying her up the ramp and out of the arena.

Taylor’s resilience means that he is not too slow to come around; he does so to find Donovan there to help him up, and to return his International Title. Jon takes it, and stares at it for several seconds before stepping out of the ring. Some of the crowd jeers, but many are appreciative of the tightly-fought and fascinating match. Their calls seem only to make Jon Taylor more uncomfortable as he walks out through the curtain….

Fade to the break.

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Segment: Release the Anger: Hidden Truth Edition (Credit: FSX)

When your in a state of shock, there are certain things that you should never do. One of them is try to simply carry on as if nothing is bothering you, and acting as if the world has frozen for you. More often then not this will cause extreme problems to occur, and it will generally cause you an eventual discomfort. Horrible things can happen in such a state, and you must be able to get out of shock before it is too late. But when the shock is related to something deep and emotional, it is almost impossible to escape from it in any sort of timely manner. There is, however, still a fashion in which immediate escape is feasible. What is it? Why, escaping from shock by converting the feeling into that of anger. All you have to do is blame the entire situation on someone that may or may not of caused the trouble, and do whatever you can to make them suffer! It's not exactly the nicest cure available, but desperate times do indeed call for desperate measures. With just a few short moments remaining before the beginning of the biggest match in Fallen's career, one might just call this a desperate time...

FSX: Almost time now, isn't it..? Hmm

Sighing softly to himself, Fallen doesn't show any true signs of emotion as he continues to prepare himself for his upcoming match. Though he may very well be prepared for the match physically at this point, and dressed to kill, he just wasn't quite there yet mentally. Something seemed to be bothering him deeply, and it likely related to his own rant earlier on in the evening. With the knowledge that no one believed in him deep in his mind, and the fact that he was doing this for reasons that may not be as noble as he first assumed, nothing seemed right about the contest anymore. It all seemed so wrong to him now..

FSX: Just another day, Fallen....just another day. Don't worry. You can do this.

With no emphasis behind his own words, there was little doubt that Fallen was in a pathetic state. Slowly continuing to tape himself up he soon came to a complete stop, letting his head fall down for a moment as he let out an agonizing sigh and ran over things once more in his head. It all came down to this and he couldn't get into the atmosphere? Did anyone out there even want him to win this match? No..it would just be ruining the grand plan. Where Zero and Aiden got to settle it all on the grandest stage of them all, right...? It all felt so...pre-determined.

FSX: Why does this stuff always happen to me? I think I can change how everything works and thrill those around me, but then I somehow fail. I surround myself with people that could care less if I lived or died as long as their own images were in tact, and everyone hails me a villain for trying to stop the same people from ruling the top of this company until the end of time. I can't win respect, they won't let me earn respect....I want some damn respect.

Seeming to feel that everything has built up to a point where he can't keep living on in a charade where the disapproval of those around him doesn't effect his mission, Fallen moves quite violently after a moment to kick his chair away and begin to pace back and forth in the room. At least his energy seems to of returned for the time being...

FSX: I guess I don't really have much a choice anymore. They've already decided what they want to see, and decided what's best for the fans. I guess I'll just go out there and show them that it's all for their benefit...we all fight just so they have something to cheer for, and they never seem to come to that realization. Call us monsters for doing all we can, and hailing those that play to their every whim. Is that why they want Zero to beat me so badly..? He's never been that reliant on what the people think, even if he has a bunch of horrible catchphrases...I don't know anymore.

Just as quickly as he had energized himself with a strong belief that he could fight against his criticisms and amount to something that no one could possibly understand he was back in a situation of pure disgrace and sadness, where he felt as if it was all for nothing...but was it really? He didn't know himself anymore, but at times it sure felt like it.

FSX: I suppose I could just give up, but at this point I'm so committed and adamant about these things that I'd never be able to return to normal. I couldn't bare to watch everyone settle after I did the same. If I give up it has to be because I've got absolutely no fight left in me, and because my career is coming to an abrupt and disappointing end. I'll be damned if it's not in a blaze of glory, however. If I'm going down then I'll go down fighting. That's something....even if it's not a legacy. Those that matter will remember me.

Anger: Speaking of people that matter...

Then there was a voice of an angel off in the distance, and it was as if everything had finally become all so clear and righteous! The world could show no possible wrong as Anger filled the mind of Fallen....but it wasn't the Will kind. In fact, Fallen seemed to be quite furious so suddenly as he heard that voice, and a flow of memories began to return to him. Perhaps he wasn't yet over the fact that Will nearly got him killed...

FSX: You....what the hell do you think your doing here?! I still have every damn intent to make you suffer for what you did to me, you know! I won't just let you off easy this time!

Anger: Easy, easy...calm down. You made it in time to get this match, didn't you? Even if you didn't it's pretty obvious that your about to give up anyway...so what does it matter?

FSX: ...What do you want, Will? Just tell me and get lost already. I've dealt with another problems, and I can kill you anytime I please after all...

Smirking slightly, Will seemed to be a bit startled with just how forward Fallen was being over his intent to murder him. He usually was alot more subtle with his death threats, and this just seemed to be so unlike him. Not about to bother himself with the fact that something was evidently horribly wrong, Will simply shook his head and continued on with what he intended to say all along.

Anger: That's better. I'm just here to share with you a bit of information that you might find interesting. It's about your match with Zero, and what will become of it. You see--

FSX: I don't care about that, Will. I don't need you telling me how you think he'll destroy me as well and go on to fulfill his destiny. I've heard enough of that all night as it is, and you don't need to add to that nonsense. Alright? Now just leave me to my misery and let me die a little inside in peace.

Anger: It's pretty important, Fallen. Trust me, you'll want to know what I have to say. It could be a matter of life and death.

Life and death...? Hearing this alone seemed to break something inside of Fallen as all of his attention was suddenly on Anger, and he was quite quick to pace toward him and stare at him with an emotionless gaze to him, a small smile seeming to grow on his lips though his eyes were simply empty. Perhaps there was a sudden darkness of glint of anger that crossed them on occasion. All in all it was quite unsettling to say the least...

FSX: Well then I really don't give a shit about it. I could care less if I lived or died in a world where my contributions are belittled and constantly dumped upon by those above me. Where I'm declared nothing more then something or other, and it's decreed that I'll die in obscurity. That I can't change things because I'm hated for doing the right thing, and I can't reach the top because it's apparently bad for business. I've been doing this for so damn long, and it's always the same. I'm tired of it!

Anger: Woah woah...easy there! Don't want to do anything that you'll regret later, right?

Laughing softly to himself and suddenly reaching out to take a hold of his throat, he could only grin and giggle to himself softly as he began to squeeze it lightly, pushing Will slowly back into the wall. Quite frantic to escape the grip and and retreat from the situation, Will pushed and struggled with Fallen for a few moments as he seemed to possess some kind of super powered strength for the moment...

FSX: What do I possibly have to regret at this point, Will? I've alienated all of those that ever cared about me so I could become the psychiatrist of an asshole, and I've barely made any progress toward my goal. Worst yet if I lose tonight I'll have nothing whatsoever left to strive for! I'm not like Zero...I'm not going to get another chance at the big time. This is it. This is my one shot, and if I blow it my career is basically all over! Yet you think it's all about you and your damn ideas, right? All you've been is a burden to me for the past few months, and I'm fucking sick of it!

Anger: I...I've been helping you the entire time! I haven't let anything stop you from reaching your goals! I'm your friend, remember? I'm only doing what's best for you!

FSX: That's bullshit and you know it. You've been doing whatever puts money in your wallet, and it just so happens that I'm the one you must ruin to get paid. It's not fair to me and I'm not about to deal with it. As far as I'm concerned you have two options, and only two options. You can stop working for those that oppose me and do everything in your power to help me in the future, or you can give me everything you have and never let me see your face again. What's it going to be?

Staring right into his eyes and awaiting impatiently for an answer, Fallen eventually loosened his grasp around the neck of Anger and let him rest for a brief moment, still clearly awaiting an answer as he shifted a bit and prepared to strike him down should he possibly deny to assist him at this point. It wasn't that out there to believe that his past friend would agree to once again be his glorified assistant, right..?

Anger: ...Your fucking insane if you think I'm going to give you a damn thing, Fallen.

FSX: That's true. You've got absolutely nothing to give me. Because you don't have anything if you don't have your dignity..aw...

Anger: W...wait a second! Do--

Unable to stop him as he parodied something that he had seen earlier, Fallen let loose with no remorse and immediately slammed a fist in the face of Will Anger, who despite the shock of the situation seemed to still be frantically protesting what was occurring to him, pushing and struggling Fallen with all of his energy as he couldn't seem to stop the onslaught of his former mentor. Seeing it fit to put down the man that had betrayed him and allow him to suffer and wallow in the afterlife, Fallen quickly took a hold of Will's face and cranked back...letting loose all of his pent up aggression and drilling Will's skull to the wall with a Rainbow S-T-O! As the cry could be heard echoing through the room, and perhaps through the entire building, Fallen could just smile in satisfaction and allow Will's now limp body to drop the ground, shuddering quite satisfied as he enjoyed the moment.

FSX: Idiot...NEVER get in my way again, or I won't let you live the next time. Now...if you don't mind excusing me, I do believe I have a match. May as well give it all I've got and ruin the way things are supposed to work, right? Have a good life, Will.

Staring to the blood that was left on his hand from the obvious splatter that Will had left when his skull slammed so harshly into the unforgiving wall, he could only snicker softly and wipe it off on his pants. At least it wasn't brains...that was the good thing. Now about to let this situation take up a single moment more of his time he turned around and was quick to head for the door, well aware that he had a match to get too...He still wasn't in a very good mindset, and many may even declare him to be mentally unfit to compete tonight, but did it really matter at this point? Nothing was about to stop him, and he was going to do anything he could to win...but would it be enough?

Fade to black...

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: All good things always come to an end...
Credit: Jon Taylor

The scene opens up at the backstage area, not long has passed since Andrews and Jessie defeated Jon Taylor in a handicap match. Our focus is the locker room of The Second Coming; inside the ACW International Champion Jon Taylor can be seen sitting on a steel chair looking down at the floor, with his belt slung over his shoulder. Strangely he neither has his usual smirk nor does he have his usual look of arrogance about him. After a moment or two of looking like he is in a trance Taylor gets up to his feet and walks over to the side of the locker room where there is a half-open window. Taylor leans on the wall as he looks out through the window.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: It may have taken a while but tonight out there I finally realised what I had to do. It's been 7 long months, and since that fateful night I defeated Steve for his Title I have always been searching for something...whether it be defending my International Title against Rattlesnake for the first time or simply an ordinary singles match there has always been something else bothering me, something else eating at me from the inside. I tried to hide it, I tried to ignore but all it did was spur my hate within inside me. Look at me...this isn't what I wanted to become. This isn't what I dreamed about when I was young. I didn't want to be an egotistical, arrogant, cocky son of a bitch....I wanted to be Mr. Wrestling, someone everyone could look up to, someone everyone respected. Instead everyone detests me...I've become the exact opposite of what I set out to be, I've become what I detested so much.

Taylor briefly looks around the locker room before returning his gaze to the window.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Week after week I have been unprovoked, yet I still believe it necessary to start shit. Andrews, Mainer, Steele, Senator...really, they're all good guys....I talked so much shit about Senator when in fact during my first months in this company he was the man who helped me so much, he gave me advice and he gave me the start I needed to be successful. I have not only let down myself but I have also let down those people who gave so much to me, but I gave nothing back. I am nothing but a failure, nothing but a sad excuse of a human being. I wish I had never beaten Steve the first time, maybe I wouldn't of turned into this...monster. All I care about is winning, at all expense. That match changed the course of my entire wrestling career...for the worse. All I've done since them is talk shit to everyone, disrespect everyone and think I'm better than everyone...when I'm clearly not. The Second Coming was nothing more than a charade for me to try and fill this void that I have felt since I won the International Title.

Taylor glances down at the title slung over his shoulder with a look of disgust.

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, it's too late now. The days that I yearn for so much are long gone...I have well and truly made my bed and it's time for me to live up to the consequences of my actions. I only have myself to blame, if I hadn't of let that fateful win go to my head, if I hadn't of become egotistical, cocky and damn right disrespectful then I may have not turned into this monster that I see right before me. It may be too late for me to change, but there is one thing I can do and that is put an end to The Ultimate Competitor. For good. I love this industry, and this company and that's why this is for the best. This may be my life, but I'd rather give my life to see the happiness of the people around me. They deserve it, I don't. I have proven to be nothing more than a sad mistake of a human being, time and time again. Well, now it's time to take my punishment, now it's time to pay for all the pain and misery I have caused over these past few months. Now it's time to say goodbye.

As Taylor finishes the last word his sentence he briefly looks up to the ceiling before changing his attention to the steel chair he was sitting upon before, as he walks over he slowly takes his title off of his shoulder. As he reaches the chair he looks at it before placing the title on it. As he takes once last look at the title that has meant so much to him, but has also caused so much pain and suffering he has one last thing to say...

Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I can only hope the next holder is more worthy than I was...

As he finishes his statement he looks at the title for what seems like an eternity before finally letting go, and heads towards the door. As he opens the door he merely stands and contemplates for a short period of time, before deciding what has to be done has to be done. As he makes his exit from the locker room, and from the building he can only think about of what could of been...

End.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: Danny Mainer vs Jake Cheng (Credit: Danny Mainer)

Styles of Beyond plays over the amps as the sounds of Second to None ring out the speakers. Jake Cheng steps out the curtain ready to go looking amped, focused and ready to fight.

Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL... introducing first from Hong Kong, China weighing in at 215 pounds. "The Asian Extraordinaire, JAKE... CHEEEENG!

McNally: Now this feud here all started when Jake attacked Danny after he came within INCHES of winning Jon Taylor's International Title and he did so without remorse, here's hoping that Danny shows him a thing or two about respect and that payback is a royal bitch.

Edison: Well if Danny loses here tonight that'll be both members of Top Draw within a week and that's not exactly a bad thing, they were a great team.

Jake stands motionless in the ring waiting for his opponent to come out.

The lights drop to darkness and the commentators shut their mouths and the crowd go into a silence as a bass-line echoes throughout the arena for about 22 seconds. Feint voices can be heard as the drums kick in raising things dramatically. At about 35 seconds the music kicks in full and the a sole-spot light hits the stage. Danny Mainer walks out lifelessly in a black waist coat with a skeleton patch on the left side and black tights with silver blades lined across his tights accompanied by two black boots, Mainer stands out dropping his head, spreading his legs slightly and spreading his arms at length. He raises his arms, hands slightly drooping as his arms go higher and higher. At about 1:22 the music kicks into effect again and the lights fly up, Danny sprints down the aisle with a completely cold look on his face as pyro’s shoot up along the ramp in time with his run.

Phillip Jones: And from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 183 pounds. He is Xtreme Intensity 8000, the state of the art DAAAAAANNNY MAIIIINER!

His face remains cold and lifeless as he slides under the bottom rope, he leaps onto the apron and then rolls in under the bottom rope with a cold look on his face as he stares down the referee. The crowd cheer for Danny as he lunges up to the top rope and performs a double cut-throat taunt. He then spins around to the other corner and repeats the movement.


The bell rings and with that the two swoop in and lock up. Jake and Danny extend their arms for a test of strength which immediately gets turned into Jake booting Danny in the gut dropping him to one knee. Jake hooks Danny for an early Suplex but when he lifts him Danny falls off his back and runs to the ropes, springboards off them with a Clothesline heading right towards Jake but Jake dodges and Danny skids to a halt. Danny turns around right into a fist to the face from Jake before receiving a devastating Outside Crescent Kick to the head. Danny hits the deck as the crowd boo loudly.

Edison: Well in the early-goings of this contest Danny is getting whipped about!

Jake then drags Mainer up to his feet with little effort before pushing him backwards towards the ring-ropes on the left side of the ring as you walk down from the ramp. Jake then hits Danny with a Knee Kick to the face with a lot of drive behind it causing Danny to tumble over the top-ropes. Jake having more twisted ideas quickly grabs a hold of Danny’s legs as he falls over the top rope securing him by his knee joint to the rope allowing him to hold his weight up. So basically Danny is dangling upside down over the arena floor. Jake turns around and starts to sprint as Danny struggles to lift himself up out of the way, the whole arena screams “OOOH!” as Jake throws a huge running dropkick into Danny’s back through the ropes sending him crashing to the floor with a nasty thud.

Edison: WOW! Not even 10 minutes into it and we’re already seeing this turn NASTY.

McNally: You bet’cha! This is something that’s really going to get out of hand, fast.

Jake rolls under the bottom rope quickly grabbing Danny so as not to give him time to focus. He throws him under the bottom rope and slides in after him with a feeling of pure happiness after hitting that big, innovative move which surely thousands of people will be sure to copy. Jake then pulls Danny up to his feet and throws a Superkick his way out of absolutely nowhere but Danny grabs it, counters and spins it round. Jake spins around using this momentum attempting a Dragon-Whip but Danny ducks and lunges forward with a sharp elbow to the back of the head catching him right in the cheek.

Edison: Danny could be making a form of a comeback here! Woah!

Danny hits a Snap Enziguiri watching as Jake hits the deck. He then hoists Jake up standing him up prim and proper and before he can garner any focus he sets himself up for a powerful move. Danny hits the flip and delivers a MASSIVE Corkscrew Neckbreaker slamming Jake onto the mat painfully. The crowd whoops for joy and Jake lies clutching his neck on the mat. Danny hooks the cover.

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Kickout!

Danny is unable to care less by this expected kickout however so he gets up and starts to slam his boot into the chest of The Asian Extraordinaire rapidly and violently to inflict a lot of pain on him.

McNally: Wow! Shots to the sternum by the State of the Art!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

After hurting Jake some more he then decides to make an example by lifting him off the ground with a bit of effort and dropping him straight back down again a kick to the gut and an Implant DDT dropping him face first to the mat. Danny attempts another pin-cover but Jake kicks out immediately. Danny then decides that the next best option is to continue with this sequence of throws so he grabs Jake and pulls him up yet again and hits a snap Brainbuster crunching his skull painfully on the mat. Danny seems to have Jakes number with these high impact throws and you can see that as he goes for another cover.

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Kickout!

Edison: Ooh! Near fall there but it ain’t over yet!

Danny lifts Jake up and whips him to the ropes but when Jake runs back he launches into Danny with a Shades of Helms connecting right to the skull dropping him instantly. Danny hits the deck like a lead balloon and as such Jake rolls into a double leg hook.

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Kickout.

Danny is dragged to a standing position only to be Roundhouse Kicked to absolute Hell. Danny crashes to the mat. Jake grabs the wrist and drags Danny up before hitting a Jump Leg Lariat taking him straight down to the mat and then signals for a BIG move by pointing to himself as he gets to his feet.

Edison: Well I think Cheng has plans here and he wants to put down The King early!

He drags Danny towards the nearest corner and signals for an aerial assault. He climbs up top and barks out signalling the end as Danny starts to stir before hitting an absolutely picture perfect Moonsault! Danny struggles to kick out. He writhes but Jake hit it perfectly across his torso.

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Kickout!

Jake is slightly dismayed to see Danny kick out of his finisher so he hoists him off the floor and pushes him against the nearest ropes. He then whips him off the ropes sending him the other side of the ring but when Danny returns he returns with a swift, angelic rotary vengeance hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick right to the head.

McNally: What a shot from The State of the Art! That was beautiful!

Danny now having momentum attempts to seek revenge for the act of Moonsaulting him so he thinks quick and hits Jake across the head with a stamp a few times repeatedly. Danny brutalizes the Asian Extraordinaire with his boot not showing any remorse whatsoever. He then grabs his arm and yanks him up to his feet. Jake nearly falls back down again but Danny remains a grip. Danny whips Jake into the furthest corner from him and Jake falls back-first into the corner.

Danny flies into the corner with a side-elbow to the melon of Jake and he stumbles out of the corner violently. Danny leaps up to the top-rope with Jake in absence of the corner but before he can move Jake suddenly revitalizes and hooks Danny up dropping him with a DDT straight to the mat from the corner. Jake hooks the leg.

Edison: OOH! PAINFUL! That’s the end of that! And now the cover McNally, this is great!

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Kickout!

Jake is slightly shocked at having him so narrowly kick out of that impact so he drags Danny to his feet and hits a kick to the gut hunching Danny over and goes for the Shades of Helms II, or rather, The Guillotine. Danny gets taken downtown with the Eye of the Storm and Danny lies motionless on the match as he suffers the effects of an elbow to the throat. Jake covers.

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Kickout!

McNally: Wow! Danny is taking some abuse and not giving any but unfortunately that’s NOT how you win a match.

Jake is getting even more shocked at just how much abuse the State of the Art can take. Jake so he decides what he’s going to do next and that is to hit a nasty move to take the wind out of him. He picks him up and smiles as he thrusts a boot to the gut of his opponent before lifting him up onto his shoulders to a chorus of booing from the audience. He then starts to spin around rapidly causing both of them to get really damn dizzy. The two twirl in the centre of the ring for about 10 seconds and then he drops him allowing Danny to stumble drunkenly as does Cheng.

McNally: That was a long airplane spin if I’ve ever seen one, Cheng is probably about to follow it with a devastating kick of his!