Thursday Night Meltdown June 5th 2008

[BK London]

Thursday Night Meltdown June 5th 2008

Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV
Sydney, Australia
Acer Area / Capacity: 20,000

Schedule of Matches:
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Los Rojos vs. Wayde Russler and Alex Trixer

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G-Unit vs. Jay Zero and The Libertines - First Round Tag Team Tournament Match

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Rattlesnake vs. Jonny Hughes vs. Danny Mainer - International Title Qualification Match

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Scott Andrews vs. Dan White - International Title Qualification Match

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Nick Durden vs. Jake Cheng - International Title Qualification Match

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[BK London]

Even when taking a trip down under, the reaction for an ACW event is absolutely monstrous. As the camera pans through the crowd, we see all 20,000 screaming fans holding up signs, hoping to get an opportunity to get on camera. The red, white, and blue pyro shoots up from the stage and as the smoke clears we are headed to backstage for the first segment of the show…

[BK London]

Segment: Demolition of a G-Unit.
Credit: Jay Zero and The Libertines

[EARLIER TODAY]

[The shot begins to come in clear and the audience of tonights show finds themselves in the parking lot area of the Acer Arena. The suns rays are beating down hard, leaving the air to be very hot. But that won't stop these eager fans from lining up outside of the arena waiting with their tickets in hand as they wait for the doors to unlock. The camera begins to go down the line, catching tens of fans, all pumped up waving their tickets and shouting their chants into the camera. Just then a door nearby opens up to the arena and the crowd gets anxious. Security quickly blocks the door and escorts out two superstars of the ACW world, Jay Zero and the Libertines.]

Plenty of Fans :: BOOOOOOO!

[Along with the many boos demonstrated by a bunch of the people in line, there are a few cheers and a semi-loud pop for the tag team as they first came out. Dressed to fit in with the audience, Libertines comes outside with his best Australian apparel on. He takes off his leather cowboy-esque hat and tips it as he nods his head to greet the fans. Jay Zero however is dressed normally as himself and he happens to have a microphone in hand.]

Fans :: G-UNIT! G-UNIT! G-UNIT!

Zero :: Actually, the name's Liber-Z, but hey, then again you ARE all just slack-jawed Australians so the simple little things like that probably confuse you: But don't worry, we totally understand! [/color]

The Libertines :: They're eatin' too much kangaroo, Z.

[The obvious insult of their nation results in the required boos. Jay just shakes his head and keeps walking along with Libertines.]

The Libertines :: So since you all are kinda simple minded, lets refresh your memory. I'm The Libertines!

[Woo.]

Zero :: And of course, I'm Jay Zero! [/color]

[Woo.]

The Libertines :: And we're the guys tonight that will be advancing into the second round of the Tag Team Title Tournament!

Zero :: Like I mentioned earlier -- We're Liber-Z! [/color]

[Libertines takes a bow and Jay chuckles. ]

Zero :: Now we know you're all anxious to get inside that arena, find your seat, stock up on overpriced beer and junk food that will kill just whatever is left of those things you once called brain cells, but, see, Libertines and I thought it'd be nice for us to come out here and spend some good quality time with our beloved fans! Eh!? [/color]

The Libertines :: And we know that you're just dying to see us tear through that two-bit tag team G-Unit but we thought we'd come outside and try and calm you down a bit before the big massacre!

Zero :: Hahaha! [/color]

[That doesn't sit well for the many supporters of the former several time tag team champions of G-Unit; Jonny Spade and Gooeygarth.]

The Libertines :: So Libertines fans of Sydney, Australia, what's happenin'?!

Zero :: You all ready for Meltdown...!? [/color]

Fans :: YEAH!

The Libertines :: You! Kid in the red shirt right there! You ready to get loud and cause some trouble?!

Fan :: Um.. Sure? Yeah! YEAH!

Zero :: And are YOU ready for G-Unit to go crashing back down into the depths of Fallout?! [/color]

[Jay points towards one kid that has a Jay Zero shirt on, knowing he'll have the answer he's looking for.]

Fan :: Aye, mate!

[The fans around the man boo him but Jay and Libertines both smile as they got what they wanted.]

The Libertines :: Well there you go ACW! You heard it!

Zero :: Mhm! Liber-Z is gonna tear it up tonight! [/color]

The Libertines :: And they won't take ANY prisoners!

Zero :: And once they're done with G-Unit, Jonny Spade's gonna be forced to come up with another sad attempt to buy his way into a singles run as the Entertainment Champion! [/color]

The Libertines :: Hey, I HAVE heard that the Train is always hungry. Take notes Spade, this may come in handy!

Zero :: Hahaha! Anyways, tonight, Liber-Z is gonna get the "W!" And why's that? [/color]

The Libertines :: Because The Libertines!

Zero :: Jay Zero! [/color]

Zero and Libertines: And Sydney, Australia said so!

[The two partners laugh it up as the camera starts zooming out to catch a larger glimpse of the crowd standing behind Liber-Z and the security guards that are protecting the talent. Will they be able to back up their words?]

[FADE OUT]

[BK London]

Segment: The Note (Part 3) (Credit: BK London)

For the past few shows, BK London has been the recipient of various notes from an anonymous person, a person who claims to know him. Surprisingly, out of all the people BK London has gone through in his mind everyone from TNT to Victor Laureano, From Alicia Kitsune to The Ravaged, Bob to Bladeseika - none of them seem like likely candidates to be behind this situation.

The notes last Thursday and last Monday have both told him that the perosn behind this would be here tonight, but thus far - BK London has seen no one. He has walked up and down the parking lot, through the corridors, in the locker rooms, up and down the mezzanine, in the bathroom, behind the merchandise stands, on the rooftop, in the basement - but absolutely nothing, he's beginning to think this is a wild goose chase.

The show has already started, and he has a big face off with Flamingo tonight before their major match next week Monday at the ACW Anniversary show, he simply doesn't have the time to be walking around the entire Acer Arena.

BK London walks down the corridor before ending up at his locker room, where he opens the door. Entering his locker room, he makes a b-line for the couch, where he settles down - only to find another note.

Obviously peeved, he grabs the note and throws it aside. He's had enough of these games, enough of these "notes", he has bigger fish to fry....but curiousity sets in. The contents of this new letter? What is it about? Why isn't the person here? All these questions prompt BK London to reach over the side of the sofa and pick up the letter before tearing it open aggressively and opening it. The letter said:

Dear Friend,

I'm incredibly sorry that I couldn't be there tonight in Acer, but I had a family emergency back in the states and there was no way I could make it. But guarantee that on Monday, I WILL be there. Family emergency or not, I will make it on Monday because I think...well, we'd make a good team.

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Make a good team? He hardly knows him. Maybe this could be another clue.

I've followed you from the start of your ACW career, hell - even the beginnings of your wrestling career as a whole and I know you've had that it factor. You were groomed to become World Champion not once, but twice, one of the only talents to become a two time world champion..but sadly, thats as far as I see you going. You see, whether you win your Loser Leaves ACW Match or not, you have to realize that your ACW career is heading on a downward spiral.

You are no longer the talk of the town. You are no longer the big man. You are no longer the headliner, the main eventer, the showstopper - you're simply, a wrestling afterthought. I'm coming in on Monday to attempt to help you, to attempt to reclaim your status at the top of ACW. And don't worry about the Loser Leaves ACW Match, if I were a betting man - I'd bet the house on you. Once again, I apologize for not being there tonight as promised, but on Monday - there will be no more letters. I will appear in the flesh, and only then, can we get down to business. See you on Monday, partner.

Sincerely,
Anonymous

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Partner? What could all of this mean? Once again, thoughts race through BK London's mind - but he's brought back to reality and realizes that he has to take care of a few matters tonight. He reads over the last line of the letter again, and places it on his table before stepping back out his locker room. As the scene comes to an end, the camera closes in on the letter - which holds BK London's future within it.

Fade Out.

[BK London]

Mind Games: Continued
Dialogue: Jake Cheng/Actions: Danny Mainer

When the scene opens we’re shown into the lavish locker-room of Danny Mainer which is steadily improving with the recent slew of victories he’s been achieving. His couch is new and fresh and so is his TV, there’s a rapid knocking on it and Danny who is sat on the couch watching an old kickboxing video does a backward roll over the couch landing on his knees behind it. He pushes himself up and swaggers over to the door with a slightly confused grin on his face.

When he opens the door it turns out to be none other then The Chinese Phenom, Jake Cheng. Danny is slightly taken aback but nonetheless he remains to be polite, until of course that Jake opens his mouth.

Jake: Danny.

Danny is shocked by this abrupt “addressing” and immediately goes into attack mode unleashing words with whiplash effect, rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

Mainer: Cheng. Why’re you here?

Jake: I-

Danny interrupts Jake overshadowing his voice with his already-figured answer to this conundrum.

Mainer: Oh wait! Let me guess… little boy has come here to play games with The Maine Man after I sent him to North Korea. Right?

Jake: N-

Again, Danny interrupts him with another outburst.

Mainer: Well maybe you should go back to college and pick yourself up a diploma in mind-games, you’re about as good at psychology as Dr. Phil. Now you’re a smooth kid alright, but you’ve got… NOTHING that I, The State of the Art don’t have.

Jake: Mainer, before you make a bigger idiot of yourself, let me talk.

Danny groans and puts a hand on his hip spreading his leg out and locking it in place slightly in this rather feminine stance, Jake observes this but nonetheless he ignores it.

Jake: I came here to tell you that you don’t have to watch your back today. I have nothing planned.

Danny smirks and chuckles in a cocky, casual way a senior would to a freshman before going to rip him a new one.

Mainer: Balls to that, Jake, you’re probably going to show up in The Triple Threat match. Well newsflash, I’m going to have won that thing before you can even make it out the curtain.

Jake: I said let me finish, you twerp. It’s not that I don’t want to get revenge, just the opposite. For example, on Monday, you’re screwed. It’s just today, I have bigger fish to fry than you. Durden is the on-...no I take that back. My match with Nick Durden is the only thing on my mind right now.

Jake with a hugely smug grin places his right hand on Danny’s shoulder and leans in close whispering a message to Danny, which infuriates him.

Jake: Sorry kid, you aren’t worth it.

Jake twists and turns out and heads on his own business leaving Danny looking un amused as the screen fades to black.

FADE

[BK London]

"A Hot Streak" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

I've been on a hot streak as of late. Ever since I came back, I've been like I used to be. The Tag Team Championship Tournament has taken a turn for the best. Dan White and myself advanced in the first round. Now I sit with a qualifying match for another title. The International Championship. A title I once held.

Am I an odds-on favorite to win? Probably. Will I win? Probably. Do my opponents stand a chance of beating me? I'd prefer to think not, but probably.

My path to become a 2-time International Champion is clear. I'm on my way to another title reign that I so truly feel should be mine. I haven't had a shot at this title since the beginning of the year and that was only the second title shot that I had had for some time.

So now I have an opportunity to get another title shot. It may be so long since my last, but I intend to seize this opportunity and walk into the title match on Monday. That is my intention.

I've been on a hot streak as of late. I don't intend for that to stop any time soon either. I won't let anyone or anything get in my way of squandering this opportunity.

It is my intention to make it to Monday's title match and it is my intention to become the next International Champion.

[BK London]

Match 1: Los Rojos vs. Wayde Russler and Alex Trixer (Credit: Mr. Red)


The camera comes back from break to see Wayde Russler and Alex Trixer both standing in the ring and staring up the ramp. "Reds Fan" hits the speakers and the "Red's couple" come out and begin to make their way to the ring. As they draw closer, they hear the ref announce the match.

They both slide into the ring and Mrs. Red hops out onto the apron. Mr. Red walks toward her and begins to tell her the game plan. Trixer and Russler both attack Mr. Red. They stomp him into the corner until the ref pulls Trixer out and demands him to his corner of the ring.

Mr. Red looks to be feeling woozy in the corner. He is trying to make his way to his feet. Mrs. Red reaches in and tags herself in. Mr. Red's eyes nearly bulge out as his wife hops into the ring and charges for Russler. Wayde swings at her, she blocks and shoves him back into the ropes. Russler bounces forward and Mrs. Red hits him with her own version of Jericho's Codebreaker.

Wayde stumbles back and falls out of the ring. Alex Trixer quickly tags himself in and makes a run at the lady in the ring. She ducks him and turns and connects with, this time, her own version of Carlito's back stabber. She covers Trixer for the 3 count.

As Mr. and Mrs. Red are announced as the winners, Mr. Red stares with a wide eyed look at his wife. He backs slowly out of the ring and up the ramp, not removing his eye off of her. She watches him walk up the ramp with a questioning look on her face.

The scene fades as Mrs. Red leaves the ring and runs up the ramp calling her husband's name. But he has already disappeared backstage.

[BK London]

Segment: The Land of Misfit Brits (Credit: FSX)

Nothing can always remain serious, regardless of the situation. Even if you find yourself constantly fending for your very survival, and sometimes doubt that you have the strength within you to carry on with a life that you are simply unsatisfied with, you must on occasion break from the horrible serious restraints that it places upon yourself. What easier way to do something like that then to take a charity upon your shoulders? Surely helping out others will make you feel better and give a ridiculous spring to your step! But helping out others is really something that can easily come back to bite you on the ass if you aren't very careful about it. First of all it is good that you research the charity and make out a plan to yourself of which one you feel most connected to, and just how you can help them. After that you should likely schedule something with them in order to make it more appropriate for everyone involved. Last of all you likely shouldn't taunt their very existence, and make a big deal over the fact that they are to be pitied for their situation. So in summary, you should do everything that Fallen Souls didn't do when a drunk at a bus station told him of a fabulous charity that was in need of his help. Seeing that he had nothing else booked for him to do on this most recent stop on the fabulous ACW World Tour, he saw absolutely no issue in going to help. After all, this was something he could connect to deeply!...Sorta...

FSX: Finally, I'm going to do the world some good! Making it a better place the only way I know how! This is gonna be great..I can't wait to see the looks on all of their faces when I arrive to bring them to a good home!

One would have to imagine that Fallen is speaking of some kind of pet when he says such a thing, perhaps helping out an animal shelter in dispersing the unwanted pets to the world! But that's not exactly the case. No, this evening Fallen is going to try and help out something else that he deems as unwanted for all the wrong reasons, and with out much doubt will create a proper ass of himself by the end of the day. Why, just take a good look at where he happens to be at the moment! Why would small kittens be in the dark depths of an old pub? No...it's just a bunch of drunks.

FSX: Now I know you guys might feel unwanted due to your genetic flaws, but I swear that there is a family somewhere that wants one of you! It may not be easy, and it could take several Christmases before we find the right family, but I swear that we will!

It makes you really wonder as to why no one has taken the time to investigate the psychological state of Fallen over the years, because it seems ridiculously obvious that he is unbalanced as can be. Why would such a thing be said? Perhaps because he's mistaken a ragtag group of drunks as misfit toys, and is living in the world of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. This can't possibly end well.

FSX: You might of been taken away from your homes and families so many years ago, but it was only because you were dangerous to them! With your sharp edges and faulty wiring, who knows what might of happened if you were allowed to roam free back then? Probably something horrible! But don't you worry! Now that you have been properly sedated from years of being ravaging alcoholics, there is little doubt that someone will love you now! So come along everyone! Who's ready to get a family?

One even has to wonder just how Fallen finds himself in these places as the rest of the company is busy traveling around the world with the intent of entertaining the fans everywhere. Is it because he has no real allies in the back any longer that he has completely lost his mind? Who would of thought that someone had to make sure that Fallen got to the arena? Probably many...but now that he doesn't have a stable around him, and no one backstage could truly be considered a friend to Fallen at this point, it's no wonder that he's become lost in yet another country and mistaken it for something completely the opposite. As Fallen continues to try and will those in the bar to come with him on his merry adventure to find them all a home, he makes a mistake he'll probably end up regretting. He tries to bring them all into song.

FSX: Come now guys...your time isn't yet through! There is still hope...for each and every one of you! So come now, and give it a chance! It doesn't matter if you all suck ass! All inept to be ordinary...but that's alright, people like crazy! So get up now, and let's be on our way! To make this your most wonderful day!

Such a beautifully imagined work! It was brought together by Fallen's deep belief that he could assist those in this pub in finding happiness this day, and leading them to a home that they truly need! So wonderful, really...But it doesn't seem to hold the same magical effect on it's audience that one would expect, as there is a general look of anger and irritation among the bar patrons at this point. In fact, it's finally to the point where they simply can't stand the presence of Fallen in utter silence and feel the need to speak up about it! Oh no! This might not end well for are clinically insane hero!

Foreign Drunk #1: What's wrong with this gent? He's gone all barley mad, me thinks

Drunk #2: I agree, guy with crappy accent. Let's stop his pansy ways before it's too late and he tries rubbing off on us!

Drunk #3: Too the starship, let's blow this damn dirty man up for his jibber jabber.

As the drunks come together in a unison that only friends of many beers can achieve, the second one of them that seems to for some reason take the place as leader of the group makes a stride toward Fallen and gives him one hell of a stink eye! One has to imagine he's going to go through every little strategy that he can imagine, perhaps even so far as to pull out a knife and call it a spoon! Fallen seems to view the situation a bit differently, however, as a ridiculous grin begins to form on his face at the appearance of the man. Perhaps he's seeing something completely different here...

FSX: So which one are you supposed to be? That polka-dot elephant? That's stupid...I wanna see someone more exciting. Like that doll that didn't quite make any sense to be on the island! Or that cowboy that rode around on the Ostrich..that guy was weeeeird...I liked him! Oooh...or how about that Lion? He was pretty cool!

Drunk #2: Shuddap, ya drug addict! We don't take kindly to your kind around here, ya see?

FSX: Well, I don't take kindly to an Elephant calling me a drug addict! Talk about rude!

Apparently that's the case after all, as the look on Fallen's face clearly reads that he is viewing this drunken man as if he was a stuffed elephant! Not quite sure just how he was supposed to react to such an obscene comment, the Drunk looks around quite confused for a few moments before deciding to take what was said as an insult, beginning to shake with rage! Fallen also begins to shake, but perhaps just to continue looking to the elephant in the same fashion that he was a few moments earlier.

Foreign Drunk #1: Heh...he's calling you fat, mate. Oughta teach the bloke a lesson you ought.

Drunk #2: Damn haps your right! Alright, now you gotta learn the hard way that I ain't no elephant and this ain't no island full of the misfit toys! You understand me? We're gonna beat yeah like it's 1964!

What was this? A threat from an elephant? No..that couldn't possibly be right. Something was horribly wrong here, wasn't it? Rubbing at his temples as he took a few steps away from the man and tried his best to truly comprehend the situation that presented itself for the moment, Fallen's face slowly began to show a fear of all that was going on. It didn't seem right at all...what was going on? Shifting a bit in place nervously as the other drunks stumbled up to their feet with the intent of assisting the first in his task of beating Fallen, he decided to try once more to get down into their toy like spirits.

FSX: Woooooahh...This isn't cool, guys! I only came here so I could find you proper homes and the like! Why don't you just appreciate that?

Drunk #2: Because we ain't toys, damn it! We are people, and we have people emotions! We aren't disfigured or inept, we're just Australian!

FSX: Hold on a second...I'm in Australia?! Ewwwwww

Shuddering quite a bit and shaking his head repeatedly as he came to the realization he was in a country that he had no true taste for rather then a magical Christmas wonderland, it would really come as no true surprise that Fallen wasn't happy about this news! He would become less happy in a moments notice, as all of the misfit toys showed their true hideous identity to him in his eyes and suddenly attacked all at once! Not sure what he was supposed to do in order to properly fend off the drunks that held a clear intent to murder him at this point, he did the only thing that made any sense to him in such a situation! What's that? Why, dive dramatically toward them of course! Doing so in slow motion was a bit of a bad idea, however, as they almost immediately grabbed a hold of him and collectively tossed him out on his ass to the outside area. Groaning to himself as he rolled out on the ground and shielded his fall, Fallen glared back to the building as he slowly returned to his feet.

FSX: Well, that was really rude! The last time that I help out a foreign charity for sure! They didn't even appreciate the fact that I serenaded them with song in order to make them feel more comfortable with the situation! And that just hurts my fragile feelings....hmm...now what should I do? I don't think I'm booked, and I should stay away from people who would pick on me for Omega Effect...guess I'll just go wander.

Bright thinking to just wander all around rather then head directly for the arena at this point? Not at all, but did it really matter with Fallen involved? He was bound to get lost in another zany situation sooner or later anyway, right? As he heads off toward the sunset, or at least away from the obvious town area, one might wonder just when he would be seen next in public. Could it be years? Perhaps decades until he was yet again discovered by mankind? Or maybe just a bit later on in the show? One has to imagine the latter here...

Fade to black.

[BK London]

Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 14: The Skill, The Thrill, and the...Pill (Credit: Scott Andrews and ??)

After Warfare, Scott is determined to get his anger under control. He looked everywhere for a solution and finally came across the anti-depressant known as Amitriptyline. Scott knows it may not be an easy task to get a hold of the substance as it is relatively hard to find now, but if he can it’d be a sure bet to cure him of his “weakness”; the one thing that keeps him from leading a better life, inside and outside the ring.

He arrives at a pharmacy in downtown Sydney and parks outside. He gets out and closes the door of his Toyota Corolla rental car before locking it with a press of a button. He walks inside nervously, unsure of the reaction he will get from the pharmacist.

He enters and sees an older man, probably in his sixties. His white hair and lab coat stick out like a sore thumb as Scott slowly makes his way towards the counter. The man watches him near the counter and smiles as Scott steps up to meet him.

Man: Hello, there, mate. What can I do for you today?

Scott:[/color] Umm…I was wanting to inquire about a prescription drug…

Man: Sure, what is it?

Scott:[/color] … Amitriptyline.

The man is surprised.

Man: I haven’t heard anybody request that in years. Do you have a prescription for it?

Scott looks a little concerned about whether or not this is going to work out, because of course he doesn’t have a prescription.

Scott: No…I’m afraid not.

Man: I didn’t think you would. Nobody prescribes that stuff anymore.

Scott:[/color] …So…can I get some?

The pharmacist lets out a slight chuckle.

Man: From here? Doubt it, mate…

Scott’s efforts were fruitless. He looks down, disappointed.

Man: …but I know someone who might be able to hook you up. He’s a wrestler like you; used to come to me all the time. Nice guy, but had a habit for being able to sell on the black market, it’s what kept him in the circuit for so long.

Scott:[/color] Who is it? Does he work for ACW?

Man: I can’t tell you his name, you can find out yourself if he wants to tell you. And I don’t know who that boy works for, haven’t seen him in years. Tell ya what, though. I can get ya in contact with him.

The man reaches behind his desk and pulls out a tiny Acer laptop.

Man: He's only available for video chat on a private connection. The line opens up at 11:18 P.M. Greenwich Mean Time, and will stay open for exactly four minutes and 48 seconds.

Scott:[/color] Ok, thanks. Thanks a lot.

Scott turns to walk out of the store.

Man: Say hello to him for me; the name’s Marv.

Scott:[/color] I will, Marv.

11:18 P.M. Greenwich Mean Time...

Scott Andrews has been sitting, staring at the blank screen of the tiny laptop. Despite many efforts to turn it on, the screen remains black as night. He's getting nervous because the time for the opening of the supposed rogue connection is upon him, and if Marv was speaking the truth, even if Scott did manage to figure out how to work the accursed machine, he didn't have much time to negotiate a purchase. Suddenly, though, the laptop hums to life, as if all on its own, and the screen flashes a blinding light. Scott immediately winces in surprise. Once his eyes adjust, he is greeted by only static on the screen. Scott only looks on in further confusion, a voice, ominously scrambled with a cold, robotic quality, blares from the speakers.

??: HelLO?

Scott:[/color] Hi…umm, I was told that you could get me some Amitriptyline.

??: WHo GavE yoU thE laPtoP?

Scott:[/color] Marv.

Silence.

??: ShOuLDa fiGurEd. GreeDY basTard pRObAblY expECTs somE KinDa payoFF tOO. tO BE honeSt wITh You, I'vE harDlY touCHed tHe stUFf foR tHe LasT FeW monthS, bUt I gUEss iF I dOn'T DO thiS, thaT wEasel wILl Rat mE ouT. AlL righT, I'LL dO It, buT oNly iF yoU NeveR aSK whERe iT cAme fROm.

Scott:[/color] Don’t tell me. I’ll just assume it’s all legit. That way I’m innocent, and so are you.

??: dO yOu KNow Of A safE drOp spoT?

Scott:[/color] The Acer Arena on Monday at say, around 8:30pm?

Silence again.

??: YOu muST bE wiTh acW. I thOuGHT I reCOgnizeD THat voicE...

Cats out of the bag. Cats also out of another bag; Scott knows they work for ACW and know Scott by voice. It must be someone fairly familiar to him.

Scott:[/color] Who are you?

??: ThaT'S fOr laTEr.

Scott is cut off as the mystery man hangs up on him. Scott tosses his phone on the passenger seat and reverses onto the main road to head back to the arena for his match later tonight.

Fade out.

[BK London]

Segment – A Brief Disturbance among the Sea of Noise (Credit: Unkown)

After all of the exciting action that has gone on thus far the camera begins its casual pan around the audience. The crowd is going nuts as usual, multi-colored signs littering the arena. The camera keeps going until it briefly passes a man in a white cotton shirt and blue trench coat. Of course, this normally would not be interesting except the man looks exactly like someone that used to wrestle in ACW.

No one really takes note of this except the camera, and the kid right next to the man. He is a little fat pudgy kid spilling oily popcorn everywhere that is until he looked over at the slouched man---who appears to be sleeping. The kid yells something undistinguishable, obviously surprised. As he yells, he also falls backwards creating a brief shower of salty treat everywhere.

Someone down front begins trying to climb the barricade and thus the camera focuses there. After the drunken man is taken care of by security the camera goes back up to the spot it was before, but all that remains is a passed out fat kid.


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Setting the Game Up
Danny Mainer/James Murphy

Ross Lambert is a pretty warped creature, he’s twisted and he’s aggressive, he’s clinically insane and has been in prison several times. BUT he is the centre-piece of our segment tonight. He’s walking down the road in a black Bespoke King & Allen 2-button suit in dark grey with a black tie and black loafers. If it weren’t for the Bollé “Anaconda” pink tinted sunglasses you’d see that his eyes paint a clear picture of "Business Mode". He walks casually down the orange-tinted road in the city-centre of Sydney, Australia with no smile on his face, just purely focused on the task at hand with a plain black briefcase in his hand and an ear-piece phone lodged in his ear.

He walks through a crowd of the people who live in the most ridiculous conditions in the world not making too much of a scene despite his high-fashion clothes and his imposing stature. He just blends in to the crowd with such degree of causality that you’d never think of him of the Alpha Championship Wrestling ring-giant that booted a barb-wire wrapped baseball bat into the face of one of the former strikingly beautiful blondes of the company, Renix Williams before dragging her limp, lifeless body to the final post in a Pink-Slip match at Omega Effect III. But it is.

He’s walking down the road focused solely on the task at hand and that is to get yet another one up on his rival of late. He takes repeated steps down the side-walk and suddenly past the camera a huge 18 wheeler “Franklins” supermarket truck whizzes past the camera. After it’s flashed across the other side of the screen you’re shown the crowd on the side-walk, Ross Lambert has disappeared completely. He’s now vanished into the back-alleys of Sydney and as he walks along, a jet of steam shoots out of a grid built into the hard floor, which Lambert completely ignores too busy focused on his task. He just swaggers on by holding a tight clutch onto the briefcase observing the many windows surrounding him, taking note of all the fire escapes and doorways as well as quick exits and distractions he can use, a sign of a true professional of dodgey-dealings which Ross certainly is.

The angle changes to a shot from about Ross’s waist level from a corner of the alley hidden by trashcans. He walks towards the centre of this alley and now you can see in the distance a feint figure walking down in an Armani suit illuminated by the feint orange dusk glow from the street. As soon as the well-trained, cold, dead eyes of Ross lock on to the target with his heightened sense of vision he immediately sees that this is his nemesis for the time being. The two walk towards each other at a slow, casual pace. James raises his right arm to glance at a silver Rolex watch. For a new-talent, James is bloody-well dressed. As the two collide Ross and James stare holes into each other, Ross’s focus never leaves his enemy while James occasionally takes notes of easily attainable weapons in the area.

Ross, briefcase in hand is basically armed whereas James has only his hands to rely on here but if all goes to plan he won’t have to use them.

James: Ross, I’m boiling alive as it is. Why’d you drag me to this god-forsaken back-alley to roast even further?

Ross: Well Jamesy boy, I tried to book us a one on one match but Gingerdude said “It’s too soon” so I thought I’d run us a little match outside the arena. The Master of the Street Fight in a… Street Fight! You, Me, right here and now rookie. What you gotta’ say?

James: Ross, I am a professional fighter, I’m not putting my well-being on the line in an unofficiated fight. This is over.

James turns to leave towards his end of the alley, which has a two-way split. However, these two ends are soon blocked off with black cars with a pentagram painted in red on the doors. Leaning against the car on the left is a relative of Ross that we all know, the ginger-haired, denim jeans and bandana wearing Spike Lambert, completely shirtless showing that under his heavy clothes he is in fact quite well built cradling a baseball bat tapping the knocking end into his open hand.

Ross: Leaving already Jamesy? Oh crap, I forgot. The match I have booked back here is a 3-on-1 handicap, this is my brother Spike. He is a pyromaniac and he likes to beat people senseless. Know of him?

Spike unleashes a wad of loogie spitting it onto the floor disgusting James and annoying Ross lightly, but he doesn't show it.

Spike: We've met.

James: Quite… now if you m-

Before James can continue his bid to leave another man walks out in a navy blue Savile Row Co. suit with and a silk white shirt, 3-buttons undone and shirt undocked exposing some of his chest as well as a medium-sized silver crucifix. Topping off his image are a pair of unmatching brown loafers. This man is dressed well but not too well he can’t fight without scuffing it all up. This man is bare-handed, he stretches out his fingers like a pianist with a satisfying crack. He’s also about the same size as Ross, but slightly lighter sacrificing muscle-power for agility.

Ross: Now, James, my OTHER partner here is a wrestling prodigy in his own right. You’ve heard of Cody Frost? Went 6 and 2 in SPEAR Wrestling Syndicate? Both of his losses being at the hands of cheaters and mistakes in referee officialty? Yeah, that guy. He’s Paragon material too. Mixed Martial Arts background, a finisher that ended a rising stars career. Have you heard of him?

James rolls his head on his neck joint preparing for combat, he lets out a sigh submitting himself to Ross's flaunting.

James: Yes, I have…

The three men circle in, armed, except for Cody who is looking fairly dominant without a weapon anyways.

Ross: See, Spike recently came out of hospital having some important leg surgery and has yet to have a fight. He’s warmed up and ready to fly, but he’s got umm… “alley-rust”, so what do you say? Ready for a fight?

James groans before preparing his retort and letting loose.

James: Well I like your little squad here. Cody is clearly a dominant force in the art of fighting and Spike is a tough brawler. But I’m afraid this “brawl” isn’t going to be a handicap. In fact I’ve got a friend with me too you might remember.

Ross puts his free hand on his left hip and raises an eyebrow at James.

Ross: Oh really? Who did you bring? R-Smith? I hear he’s on the free-market these days. Quite talented too in the ring, TERRIBLE on the microphone though.

James just smirks as Ross runs on with his own little joke. James stops him as the 3 men surround him forming a metre perimeter.

James: Heheheh-NO. No, you might know my friend. He used to help you A LOT. Hell… he’s the kind of man that used to walk on… or be put through glass for you.

Realization clicks and Ross’s face immediately drops and he seems disgruntled by this news.

Ross: You’ve REALLY done your research haven’t you? But if you haven’t noticed 3 of us, 2 of you, etcetera. Shudda pre-planned this better genius.

Everything happens in a sudden phase, Spike Lambert hits the deck as a baseball bat is smashed into the back of his head prompting Cody to jump into action to attack the assaulting Danny Mainer while Ross twists back onto his left foot with both hands on the briefcase before throwing himself forward slamming it into James’ head. James and Spike hit the floor and Cody and Danny start to duke it out. Ross turns and starts to sprint and in slow-motion everything kicks off. We’re given a close-up of James’s face which shows blood trickling out the corner of his mouth followed by the expression of anger. Danny and Cody follows up his first baseball bat shot with one directed towards Cody but he grabs the bat and throws Danny to the floor. Normal speed returns as the camera flashes for a second and James is shown belting it after America’s Last Hero.

Ross: RUN!

Ross sprints down the alley-way looking for a way to distract the fuming James Murphy. He swerves a little to the right into the pile of trashcans as a perspective of Ross from the ankle up is shown. He grabs a trashcan and without any effort throws it back over his head spilling garbage everywhere. The can rolls towards Murphy, which he gaps clear over. Ross reaching the end of the alley-way, he sees the sharp right turn as the only way out but he sees that this slim exit has been blocked by a van parked backwards into the narrow opening.

Ross: Aww SHIT!

Ross thinks quickly, his only other alternative is the left-exit which is a high-wall, only a foot thick. Ross sees some dumpsters in the alley-corner and inspiration hits him. Ross sprints and jumps onto the dumpster which takes him high enough to vault over the rest of the wall, he crashes and lands rolling along the floor as James continues his hot-pursuit quickly catching up. Ross sees that he is now in a dead-end in this alleyway and that there are no walls to climb as he scrambles to his feet.

Ross: Dammit to Hell!

James: COME BACK HERE!

Ross looks around while running to the end of the alley and sees his one escape to security. He sees a ladder leading to a side-building fire-escape and that again screams opportunity to the quick-witted, creative Ross Lambert. Ross’s legs shoot forth thunder and he runs with James getting closer and closer as the clock ticks. The camera is shown from James perspective which is now chasing after Ross. Ross stops right before the ladder glancing left and right looking for an escape but no, nothing. Ross quickly scrambles up the ladder and within seconds James is lunging after him but missing, he uses the lunge as means to ascend the ladder in one smooth movement.

Ross: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!

Ross now at the first level of this fire escape quickly scrambles up the stairs taking two steps at a time. James is in hot pursuit of the World Detonator and he comes close to grabbing him on several occasions. The two reach the top floor and Ross blasts a boot through the door showing absolutely no regard for whoever resides there. They just run in and all that is seen is one man playing the Nintendo Wii absolutely stark-naked, you can see EVERYTHING and he’s not exactly a young go-getter. Ross however is not side-tracked and neither is the Wii playing guy. He just ignores this intrusion entirely and the two continue to run. Fortunately the plan of the place is simple, the flat balcony is exactly opposite from the fire escape. Ross crashes with a shoulder barge through the next door with James about a metre and a half behind him.

Ross is now dead-ended yet again. He’s on a balcony, 5 stories up. He sees the oncoming James and so he does the natural thing, he leans to the left and grabs a hold of the draining pipe before sliding down rapidly going a story every 3 seconds. He’s soon at the bottom floor and on his feet as James just walks to the edge and watches as Ross points and laughs, James replies with a light smirk. Ross runs out into the street in front of the apartment complex, he turns around and points to James half-way through crossing the street to point and make a cut-throat gesture but suddenly…

~!~WHAM!~!~

Ross is hit side-on by a Mitsubishi Lancer in black, he rolls along the roof before tumbling down the back of the car. Traffic screeches to a halt as The World Detonator lies on the ground coughing and wretching. A brief fade to black, we’re shown a close-up of the scene. Ross is lying on his back, a mess after being hit by a car and the driver of the car who is in a light blue Calvin Klein suit revealing himself to be none other then Danny Mainer’s bodyguard ANTHRAX. He has a boot across his chest and James who has now joined them is kneeling next to Ross getting in his face. Ross splutters and wheezes after the collision. Danny Mainer has joined the scene too looking pretty worn-out but with the sense of victory instilled in his face.

James: So… Ross, looks like you just got beaten in your own game. What a surprise! I spoke to Gingerdude about a match too and he decided that it’d be best if we collided at Omega Effect IV. So, what do you say Lambo? Fancy it?

Ross not having the ability to lean up far enough spits to the side and it splashes off the tarmac road.

Ross: *weakly* Fu-fu-FUCK YOU! *cough cough* I’ll kick your ass!!!

Danny: Nice work ANTHRAX, let’s get him out of here.

James: Great news. I'll see you at Omega Effect if not sooner, my friend. Got a ticket to a Gunnerdrop in front of thousands of people for you right in New York City, the beating heart of American culture. Cya there Ross.

Danny and James walk together shaking hands, you can clearly here Danny saying "Welcome to The Maine Event" as the camera starts to draw to black.

FADE

[BK London]

“The Winter Winds Bring Hibernation”
Credit: Rattlesnake, Kenny

[Tights and cement walls, just another Thursday in the life of Rattlesnake. Unknown to him, a very special someone lies in wait just outside his locker room door ready to shake up the monotony of his existence. Traveling with Aiden on two back to back shows not only raised Winter's spirits, but also the chances for success of her most heinous plot. With a not so accidental turn of Snake's locker room doorknob, the next step in Winter’s plan to bring dismay into Sarin Rossi’s life is set in motion.]

Winter: Ohmygosh! Wrong room! Sorry!

[His back turned to the door, the intrusion has gone unnoticed by Rattlesnake. Not one to really care about another’s gaff, Snake ignores the apology - at first. The neurons fire up deep within his brain and tell him that he has heard that very word said in that tone before. Turning an 180, his suspicious are confirmed with the image of a stunning blond woman.]

Rattlesnake: You again?!

Winter: I know! What are the chances?! !

Rattlesnake: Yeah, you tell me.

Winter: Oh don’t be so sour. Perhaps it’s fate. I mean, it’s not very often that one runs into a girl like myself I’ll have you know. Once is luck; twice it is written in the stars.

Rattlesnake: Look lady, I don’t need a shadow or a crazed stalker for that matter. Now get out.

[Putting the “art” in “tart,” Winter slowly sways her hips as she places one foot in front of the other. Now standing before him, she makes sure that she captivates his attention with a well placed index finger between his pectoral muscles.]

Winter: Are you really sure you want me to?

Rattlesnake: What part of “get out” do you not understand?

Winter: Alright, I’ll leave ... but under one condition!

[He doesn’t take the bait; he has not the patience.]

Rattlesnake: *sigh* You are testing my patience, woman.

Winter: You give me a goodbye kiss!

~!~CLICK~!~

[With a leap up upwards, Winter presses her lips against his own. Making sure this Kodak moment is remembered forever, Winter lifts her camera phone to the right position and snaps a photograph that would make even a camping paparazzo proud.]

Winter: Later, lover!

[As quickly as she blew in, Winter scurries out Rattlesnake’s locker room door. It takes a few seconds for Snake to register what just happened, but the instant he figures it out he becomes overcome with anger and chases after Ms. York. The serpent will have no luck finding her, she is much too fast. Unfortunately for the Revolutionary, he’ll have no problems catching the daily tabloids next week where this moment will live on in infamy as the page one story.

Snake, you have a lot of explaining to do.]

[FADE]

[/quote]

[BK London]

Segment: Calls (Credit: Sarin)

On a beach stroll, Rattlesnake had teased Sarin about her strange silver necklace. Sarin had stormed off in a huff without discussing the phone call she received last Warfare. It was a depressing affair, returning to one's trailer alone, but Sarin braved her misgivings and poured herself a glass of Merlot. The caller had informed her of his intention to strip her of her title at the Anniversary Show.

Not 'bloody' likely.

She sips her wine. She knows this 'man,' for lack of a better term. 'Man' is hardly a suitable adjective for one so incredibly demented. She winces, vividly remembering his last acts of unspeakable sadism. Sarin is the last person you'd label a coward, but even she shudders at the thought of confronting him in the ring.

The title. She can hardly believe to have come by such an acquisition, but there it stands, glistening like a gilded divine confirmation of her excellence. Somewhere, some poor schmuck is breaking his back, toiling hour after hour to one day hold the belt folded ontop of her trailer dresser. The thought is humbling, if anything, and Sarin takes her next sip of wine without putting on airs for imaginary guests.

As they often do these days, Sarin's thoughts turn to Yoko. Her hand strays toward the silver necklace, swinging the metallic circular knot like a pendulum. How long has it been since they separated? Sarin couldn't remember, a fact which made her bottom lip tremble and shoulders shake in self loathing. Rattlesnake helped her block out the pain, justify and rationalize her guilt away. She loved someone else, and that was that. No one could do anything about it, not Yoko, not her, not Allah Himself.

But the pain manages to creep back and gnaw at your insides anyway. The hours spent alone--and Sarin has been spending quite a few hours alone as of late--are more agonizing than the most brutal death match. This is her penance, the price she pays for her deception. As she bemoans her pathetic fate, another gripping headache crashes about her ears, but this time she's far too apathetic to feel much physical pain.

Her vision swims. She sees the three besuited men once more, with stretched, sallow skin. They walk without the support of feet, gliding under the moonlight like silent hovercrafts. They're almost to her trailer...

Sarin bolts herself up. She has no idea why she's receiving these visions, or why she's prolonging a confrontation with these men, but every inch of her screams to run and hide. Slipping on a heavy black Chanel trench and donning a wide brimmed hat, she exits her trailer by a back door and makes for safer stowaways.

Yoko, she muses as she ducks behind trashcans, would think very little of her hide-and-seek charade...

Sallow Man: Welcome, Ms. Rossi, current World Champion.

Lackey: Welcome, Ms. Rossi, future Queen.

Subordinate: Welcome, Ms. Rossi, past Murderess.

They speak at once, their voices fusing together and making comprehension quite difficult. Only the last syllable of the last word hangs in the air, and Sarin stands up from behind the trash can, meeting the men with a grim expression.

Sarin: I've trafficked long enough in madness to spot mad men when I see them. Get away from me or I shall be very...cross.

Sallow Man: We all bear crosses, Ms. Rossi.

Lackey: Your shoulders ache from your cross, Ms. Rossi.

Subordinate: Help us to remove your cross, Ms. Rossi.

Before Sarin can begin to formulate a response to such bizarre statements, the sound of radio static increases in volume. A stage hand, armed with a walky-talky, marches toward them.

Stage Hand: These gents bothering ya, miss?

Each man turns to address the newcomer.

Sallow Man: No, good sir.

Lackey: Certainly not, good sir.

Subordinate: Wouldn't dream of it, good sir.

Stage Hand: Well, that's up to the miss to deci--miss? Miss?

For Sarin had fled the moment the men turned around.

Fade.

[BK London]

Segment: The Mole
Credit: Jay Zero

[While returning from commercial break, the area that this scene is taking place in is very secluded. The lighting seems to be a tad bit more dimmer than the other parts of Acer Arena. We have no still shot, and no main characters yet. All we have is a shaky shot, a cement wall, and an open door. The camera man continues down and aligns himself at the open door, allowing himself to get a good shot inside the room where voices are heard. Once the camera clears past the wall, we see the inside of a deserted locker room and an impatient Jay Zero pacing across the view of the camera inside the room with a cell phone held up to his ear.]

Zero :: I know. [/color]

[Man] :: Okay good. Don't worry about it then.

Zero :: Yeah, I'm still kind of worried though. Like, what if he messes up? [/color]

[Man] :: If?

Zero :: I mean like! What if he messes up BIG time? I'd be screwed! [/color]

[Man] :: Don't worry about it that much man. All you gotta do is make him look good.

Zero :: You think we can do it? [/color]

[Man] :: Um... well.

Zero :: Yeah I guess I knew the answer to that one. [/color]

[Man] Well if you weren't up against multi-time tag champs, maybe I'd think otherwise. But hey, they haven't done that much lately so maybe the ring rust will throw you a bone.

Zero :: Yeah, that oughta be a big ass bone for us to catch a break. Hell, scratch that, for me to catch a break. [/color]

[Man] :: You don't give yourself enough credit! I swear!

Zero :: Oh so what am I supposed to say? I'm just going to plow right through Jonny and Garth without breaking a sweat? Maybe if the partner you paired me up with actually had half an ounce of skill I wouldn't have to carry us both through the fire. [/color]

[Man] :: Have some faith in me, will ya! I know what I was doing when I picked Libertines. And I also knew what I was doing when I made that bet that you could bring him to the top! You got skill, kid -- if I didn't believe you could do it, then I wouldn't have put my money on you.

Zero :: Uggh! [/color]

[Jay keeps pacing as he lifts his arm out, taking the phone away from his ear for a moment to let out a big sigh. At this point we can only assume that Jay has no clue the camera is there...]

Zero :: And what happens if we lose? [/color]

[Man] :: Well, I uhh-- I guess the bets off? I don't know, I wasn't really expecting that in the first friggin' round because I didn't plan on losing a shit load of cash to some washed up team. Yeah, they have the experience but that shouldn't stop you from going your hardest, even if you have a 236 pound ball and chain to lug around. For real, if you're going to throw in the towel, atleast make him look good otherwise I won't hesitate to come to wherever the hell your next show is and make you pay!

Zero :: Yeah, yeah, I'll try and make him look good. But seriously, if we DO lose, I'm not spending anymore time than I have to with that annoying twat. [/color]

[Man] :: Well don't get too comfortable with that idea in your head. Go as far as you can in this tournament, you hear me? The better he looks, the better the pay off.

[Just then, a figures shadow slowly coming towards the camera. Wait a minute --- Kevin Anderson?! What's he doing here?]

Zero :: Yeah, yeah, enough with your money. God, you ever think about anything else? [/color]

[Man] :: What! Of course not, cold hard cash is like my friggin' wife!

Zero :: Then what's Mary? [/color]

[Man] :: .....She's my second wife.

Zero :: Ahh. [/color]

[Kevin is pressed up against the wall, listening while staying hidden. The smirk on his face says it all, as he may finally have something over on Jay Zero. He lets out a quiet chuckle, but it happens to be loud enough for Jay Zero to hear. His head shoots over towards the door way where his eyes bulge out at the sight of the camera.]

Zero :: Son of a b.... [/color]

[Kevin realizes that he just blew his own cover, but he's heard enough anyways. He takes off down the hall as fast and as quiet as he can.]

[Man] :: What?! What's wrong?

Zero :: God dammit! [/color]

[Jay rushes out of the room and looks to the right, and then to the left, seeing the figure run away. He winces his eyes and finally realizes who it is that's trying to escape him.]

Zero :: ....Anderson [/color]

[Man] :: What? Jay you okay?!

Zero :: --- I gotta go. [/color]

* Click *

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[Jay continues to stare off as Kevin flees the scene. Jay looks angered and nervous, now beginning to wonder what the camera caught, and what Kevin heard. Oh no...]

[FADE OUT]

[BK London]

Match 2: G-Unit vs. Jay Zero and The Libertines - First Round Tag Team Tournament Match (Credit: AJ)

..::ACW::.. TAG TOURNAMENT ROUND 1: G-UNIT VS. LIBER-Z..::MELTDOWN::..

Time limit: None
Referee: Carter Donovan

-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by LOU THE CAMERAMAN! – Seeking Employment *-

G-Unit (Jonny Spade, Gooey Garth)
Ages: 21, 30
Heights: 6'4", 6'8"
Combined Weight: 508 lbs.
Hometowns: Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Moosejaw, Saskatchewan, Canada.

Liber-Z (Jay Zero, Libertines)
Ages: 25, 24
Heights: 5'10", 6'1"
Combined Weight: 431 lbs.
Hometowns: Portland, Maine. London, England.

“Defy You” by the Offspring plays. The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket with Gooey and then once the lights come back on, G-Unit walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckles to pose for the fans and then both turn and hop back down and wait for their opponents so the match can begin

The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas with Libertines by his side. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.

~!~DING,DING,DING~!~

MATCH START: To begin the match up we will see “The Ace of Spades” vs. “The Perfect 10" Jay Zero! Zero and Space pace around one another and with one lunge in, both men begin the lock up. They push against one another but it is Jonny Spade who comes out the victor. Latching onto Zero, he lifts him up and gives him a Oklahoma slam into a back breaker, or a move he likes to call the S-DROP #3! With a hand full of hair Zero is pulled up to his feet where Jonny knife edge chops him into the corner. Once there, Spade runs in for a running knee lift and Zero stumbles out of the corner face first to the mat! Spade continues his onslaught but Zero is going to make life difficult with him by driving his foot into Jonny’s face as he tries to grab his leg! Spade stumbles back to the ropes and Zero combos by rushing at him and driving him up, over and down with a lariat! Spade tumbles onto his back and Zero is going to light up Meltdown with a lucha move! Hitting the back ropes, Zero rushes back at Jonny and suicide dives over the top rope! He crashes down upon Spade and the fans watching on rise up onto their feet and go wild at the train wreck in front of them! It takes a while but both men eventually pull themselves up and make it back into the ring before the 20 count. For the next 3-4 minutes the grapple it out until we reach our midpoint.

MATCH MIDPOINT: Gooey Garth and Jay Zero do battle at our half way point and it is Jay Zero who seizes command of this match up with the HEAD BUTT! His fists nail Gooey in the face three times, nails him with a knee to the gut once and finishes with a face buster! Gooey stays on the main, his head thriving in pain, while Zero heads to the top rope and awaits for his opponent to get vertical. The moment Gooey is on his feet Jay leaps off with a PLAGUE! He maintains the hurricanerana position and sits down on Gooey’s chest for a pin fall attempt! Donovan’s hands slap the mat two times and G-Unit is still alive! Sensing it is time to get the heck out of the ring, Gooey does his best to tag Jonny but Zero is not making life easy for him. Stomping on his body, Zero then picks Gooey up and whips him into the ropes! Gooey bounces back and Zero ducks down for a back body drop, however, Garth puts on the breaks in the nick of time and drives Zero’s face into the canvas for the counter! The crowd comes alive as they cheer Garth to his corner. Every inch is a battle but Gooey is overcoming with his persistence. Shaking off the cobwebs, Zero leaps up and tags in Libertines! Libertines rushes Gooey to prevent the tag but it is too late! Gooey slaps the outstretched hand of Spade and it comes Jonny much to Libertines dismay! This brings us home to the finale!

MATCH ENDING: The former tag champions can taste the gold but so can Liber-Z, making the final moments of this match extremely interesting! Spade and Libertines trade blows in our final minutes in a brawlfest. With a wicked European uppercut, Libertines rocks Spade into the corner and appears to take control; Jonny says otherwise. Running in with a splash, Libertines’ body falls right onto Spades’ knees and the wind sails right out of his lungs. Sensing this is time for a really big move, Spade lifts Libertines up and places him by his side! Once there, Spade drives his back down to the canvas with the S-DROP #5! Sensing it is going to take another to loosen Libertines up for the pin, Spade lifts Libertines up once more and drives him back down to the canvas for yet another S-DROP #5! With the approval of the crowd, Spade lifts Libertines onto his shoulders and makes the quick tag to Gooey Garth! Garth climbs up to the top rope and sets himself up for the GOODWILL GADGET! Garth’s clothesline takes Libertine for a ride and he crashes hard onto the mat below! Gooey covers and Spade blocks off Zero’s attempt to break up the pin!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

MELTDOWN WINNER: G-UNIT!

[BK London]

Segment: London’s Lesson (Credit: Red)

Mr. Red is sitting in his locker room. He stares off into space, wondering what the hell just happened. He was got his ass kicked in a tag team match and Mrs. Red jumped in and too it over. His own wife collected the pinfall in the tag team match. All of the sudden she knew how to wrestle and she was not bad at it. She acted like she had been doing it for years.

Mr. Red picks up a bottle water and takes a swig from it. He hears footsteps behind him and turns to see Mrs. Red standing before him with a big smile. Her smile disappears when she see Mr. Red looking rather unhappy.

Mrs. Red: What's wrong, sweetie? We won the match yet you don't seem too thrilled about it.

Mr. Red: Tell me something. Honestly....

Mrs. Red: Ok.

Mr. Red: How do you really know how to wrestle so well? You completely took control of the match and acted like you have been doing it for years.

Mrs. Red: You really want to know?

Mr. Red: Yes.

Mrs. Red: I don't know how you are going to react. Are you sure?

Mr. Red pauses for a moment to think over the answer. Then he nods to his wife.

Mrs. Red: BK London taught me. He trained me long before your whole murder thing came up.

Mr. Red: Really? Why did you go to him?

Mrs. Red: He came to me one day and said I need to know how to defend myself. You know, for one day if I ever needed it.

Mr. Red: Why didn't you come to me if you wanted training?

Mrs. Red: It never dawned on me until he asked. Then I figured why not? BK really is a nice guy. He was so nice and treated me so well during my training. Wait...you aren't mad?

Mr. Red: Why would I bet mad? Now we can fight together and we don't have to worry about taking the time to get you trained. We are already trained.

The camera fades out to see the duo talking about how they would go about the tag team tournament.